Juicy questionnaire Oya editions

 Juicy questions to ask about your relationship: 

What initially attracted you to him/her? His ass! Then his smile and the love of his family.

Would you change anything about the way you met? No. He rescued me from a vampire nest!

Have you ever been in love? Yes. Engaged even before my ex dumped me. He turned into a monster, so I had to mercy-kill him.

Why did things end with your last ex? I became barren... He wanted kids. He dumped me.

What's one of your dating deal-breakers? Physical violence is a no-no. You hit me, I'll break your face!

Is there anything about the future that scares you? For Dean to allow an angel to possess him.

The most forbidden person you've ever had a crush on?  I fell for a demon without knowing it was one when I was a teenager. Had to kill him myself.

What's the wildest thing you've ever done for love? I didn't tell him we crossed paths with Pluto. He wouldn't have thought his attack through and could have died. 

Do you want to have a family someday? I already have my family! Team Free Will!

What's something you've always wanted to ask him/her but haven't? "Can you let me drive Baby?"

Questions about sex:  

Where (or from whom) did you learn about sex growing up? My ex-fiancé Fabrice.

How often do you like to be intimate? As often as possible. I'm always horny!

How important is sex to you in a relationship? Mmhhh. Are you really asking me this?

How do you like to be touched? I love it when he loses his hand in my wild hair. It soothes me. 

What's your favorite part about sex? Being able to show my love without filters. Being in control.

The most challenging part about sex? I think... when it's over, and we need to eat something. LOL joking!

What makes you feel closer to someone during sex? When he trusts me to make him feel good.

Do you prefer morning or evening sex? Any hour is Happy Hour!

Lights on or off? Lights on! I need to see his face!

What do you fantasize about when you masturbate? Dean losing his mind and begging me to fuck him.

What's something you want to try with Him/Her in bed? How about I make him long for the taste of my pussy?

What gets you off more: oral or penetrative sex? Penetrative sex. I love it when his cock is deep inside.

Have you ever tried BDSM? ..... I am a Dom. I scratch him to blood. I edge him. I make him feel good.

Does the thought of recording a sexy video turn you on? MMMhh, never occurred to me.

What's the last thing you came to? Me urging Dean to cum inside me and him doing it.

What turns you on the most? When Dean lets me be in control of both of our pleasures.

The funniest thing that's ever happened during sex? When I accidentally turned on the cold water.

What's the naughtiest thing you've ever done?  I think that has to be fucking in the bunker's kitchen.

Most inconvenient place you've ever been turned on? In a vampire nest. Yeah! It happened! 

On a scale of one to Mount Everest, how high is your sex drive? Mount Everest! 

What's the hottest nickname He/She can call you in bed? Boss!

DOYA: they were safe

Oya twirled a little on her heels. She wanted to show Dean the outfit she selected for the day. Chuck granted them a couple of weeks without any major incident or hunt. He granted them relief, if she could dare say that word. Relief from their job as hunters... Relief from saving the world and fighting monsters... Relief from fear... The fear of losing Dean or any member of Team Free Will. How long had it been since she had a nightmare? Oya stopped twirling and furrowed her brows. How long? She could not tell. Since the wedding? Since they went on a honeymoon trip? It suddenly dawned on her that if she did not have nightmares after such a long time, that meant she had gotten too comfortable. If they had not been in danger, that was not a good sign. Something sinister might have been brewing, unknown to them, and maybe Chuck would punish them with the vicious temper he was known for. Her smile dropped, and Oya looked at the floor, then her hands, as if it would comfort her. She then looked for Dean, who was in the shower. This, she did quietly, as Oya did not want to scare Dean or ruin the mood of their little honeymoon. Instead, the hunter simply leaned against the door and allowed -forced- her gaze to focus on her husband in that shower. He was alive and well. They were happy, and no matter how short-lived this moment was, Dean was alive and well.

She grabbed a curly lock of hair and fidgeted with it while her teeth mind-absently gritted against one another. There was a time Oya wished for the nightmares to stop. She wished for her nights to either be sleepless or filled with dreams because Nightmares exhausted her. Nightmares kept her scared and worried. Nightmares forced her to see the worst in life, and she did not want to have them. What Oya learned over the years was that she preferred it when there were nightmares because she had fallen into a habit. They became familiar. They became easier to live with. A nightmare was a reminder that anything could happen and that she should not become too comfortable because if she was caught by surprise, then she would not be able to move forward. If she ever lost Dean out of the blue, without any preparation, Oya was certain she would simply join him in death. The world be damned.  She closed her eyes for a brief moment, in an attempt to soothe her heart, and wondered if Dean was feeling the same. He was. Maybe even worse than Oya because he came to the same realization far sooner than she did. 

He enjoyed their little peace and quiet during the day, but at night, when everything was calm, his fears resurfaced and tormented him again. He wanted to protect her laughs, her smiles, her quiet, dreamless nights. He wanted to protect Oya with everything he had because he could not bear to lose her. She knew him deeply, and while he tried to pretend he was fine, she could see right through him. Maybe that was why he only let himself be worried when she was deep in her sleep. So she wouldn't be worried like he was. So he would not ruin their honeymoon. If only she knew what was going through his mind, if only she--- Dean blinked and felt the soft arms of his wife wrap around his frame. She then pulled him into a hug and kissed his back. They did not speak, but this simple hug managed to soothe both of them. This simple hug-- managed to make them feel good. They were alive and well. They were safe. 

Doya shorts: Little distraction.

Oya braced herself and kicked  Dean's chest. He blocked the hit with his arms and pushed Oya away from him. She then launched herself at him with full force, but he managed to wrap his arms around her waist and throw her above his head, using her speed and strength against her. As soon as the hunter hit the mattress, she snarled and rolled on her side. She got on her knees, fast enough to watch Dean ready to launch a kick in her face. Oya managed to block his foot and move her arms.  She twisted his ankle and threw him on his back. She then quickly stood up and straddled Dean, pinning him to the floor.  He grinned at his wife and managed to free his right arm. The Winchester then wrapped it around her waist. Oya gently stroked his chest and let her hand rest against his cheek. 

"You're still sharp. I like it."

"I can be even sharper if you want." -He teased her- "Are we done training?"

"It depends on what you consider training, dickhead. I think that we can continue. I think we can absolutely continue to have a little bit of fun." 

As she was distracted, Dean took the opportunity to roll them over and switch positions with her. She grinned at him and lifted a brow. The truth was that Oya was no longer in the mood for a fight. In fact, the hunter was still thinking about Jake and their upcoming reunion. Deep down, she was well aware of how distant the brothers were and how reluctant both Dean and Jake were to share their feelings and warm up to each other. They cared for each other; that much was true, but they also did not know how to be different from what their father taught them to be. Both kept to themselves. Both cared deeply for the people they loved and considered family, but words would never be said. Attending one of his concerts should not require Dean to betray his personality, but she still worried that Jake might not want them to hang out with him for a day or two.

Dean noticed that his wife was preoccupied, given the little crease between her eyebrows. He nuzzled her neck and pressed kisses to her soft skin. He did not say anything, but Dean appreciated Oya's love and devotion to the family. He knew she wanted to keep them together and genuinely loved his brothers, Jake, Sam, and Castiel. He loved that she always checked in on them and made the first steps. This way, he would not have to think about it. This way, he could still be casual about it and pretend that it was her idea and desire rather than his own. This way, he would not feel awkward when he sees Jake and would not have to explain that he came because he cared for his brother. He grinned wider and nibbled on her neck again, distracting her from her worries. It worked. It really worked!

Rp splove: Mine: Oya edition

💚 For Oya, Dean feels at home. He is a warm apple pie and a nice cold bottle of beer. He is the comfort after the effort, the icing on the cake, the warm blanket wrapped around her frame when she’s exhausted, sick, or upset. Dean feels at home. He is her home. She finds comfort in his arms. She finds respite and safety in his arms. She finds peace. He is her peace. 

For Oya, Dean is hers to please. She knows how to help him unwind and relax. She knows how to make him drop the savior persona so he can just be him. She takes charge, she tells him what to do. She caters to their needs. Dean is hers to play with like putty in her hand and she would be damned if someone else wanted to do it. They wouldn’t understand his needs like she does. They would want him to act like a savior and a dominant when Oya knows he just wants to let her decide for them both. He wants to let her be in charge, so he doesn’t have to do it there, either. He’s the submissive to her dominant side, and no one can match that.

Oc questionnaire IV Oya edition

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often? That she doesn't feel the pain from her injuries.

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’? She uses it loosely. Every hunter (unless they prove otherwise) is a friend in her book.

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing? Oya is genuine, but only around the people she's close to. Team Free Will would always know.

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about making it happen? No. 

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’? She only uses it for Dean. She shows him more than she says, but Oya always wants him to hear it.  

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive? Tough love (except for Dean). Gentle love. She needs to be loved. 

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity? She was voted Miss Cameroon when she was 16. 

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!  The Looney Tunes. She watches old cartoons every morning during breakfast.

When do they fake a smile? How often? When she is working a case and has to deal with obnoxious or awful people. She does it so she can get information.

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them? She notices her scars first.  Others would notice her curvy and short body.

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)? Dean Winchester.

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding? She would break the ice and confront them.

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen? She's a listener. Oya doesn't talk that much, but she is a great listener, especially when someone needs help or comfort. 

What’s a phrase they say a lot? "You're a dickhead" -To Dean. 

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting? Oya, wait for the facts before acting, especially when working a case. 

Who would / do they believe without question? Dean Winchester.

What’s their instinct in a fight/flight/freeze/fawn situation? She fights. It's in her blood. 

Trivia about our characters: Dean

  // It's for safekeeping. We never know what could disappear.  -it comes right from N's mouth-

Dean - God, what more could he want than what they already do together? Hunting. Spending time at the bunker. Oya watching him cook. I suppose now that they are married, maybe he would like to take a little trip. A non-hunting trip. A little honeymoon, so to speak. Something non-traditional, totally cheesy, very them. He would like that.

And Dean, for the record. If Oya wants to try that candle wax thing on him, you know her good boy is game.

N. splove: on Oya

 //// I am doing this for safekeeping. We never know when things could disappear. I want to be able to come back to his words. 

xxx

Oya: 

That badass hunter! 

I know that Dean has been quiet for some time, and you know that I have trouble with him sometimes, but Oya, Oya saved him, both in our story, and she saved him for me. I don’t think I would still have him around at all if it weren’t for her (and you). 

Oya gets Dean in a way that no one else ever possibly could. These two, they make me happy, and they break my heart at the same time. They are two broken people who found each other, and together they make it bearable to keep fighting through. 

We know that they had both been through some serious trauma before they came together. Who else could understand where Dean is coming from, if not someone who has been through some comparable experiences? Oya at least knows what it is to be a hunter, the toll that it can take on you. I love that with Oya, Dean can really be Dean. He can be angry, difficult, playful, confused, irrational, upset, in love… you name it. Dean can be Dean. (And a big part of that is thanks to you. You didn’t just want to write with Dean because he’s “hot”. You wanted to write with Dean because he’s complicated, because he’s a great character. Because of all these nuances, and you wanted to create a character who matched that. Which you absolutely did.)Oya gets Dean. She has the patience to deal with him, to get him through his moods. She’s caring, she’s there for him, and for the rest of Team Free Will. She gets that Dean is a bit of a package deal, that Sam and Castiel are going to be a permanent part of her life now too. She doesn’t resent that. She embraces it and loves Sam and Cas like they are her brothers too. Even though she’s had her issues with angels and was unsure about Castiel. She trusted Dean’s judgement on him and has managed to build a relationship there too. It is everything to Dean that she has done so. 

 She’s strong, strong enough to have gotten through everything that has happened to her and still be standing, to still have hope and still keep fighting.

When they are alone, Dean doesn’t have to keep up that tough guy façade. Oya knows it, and she sees right through it. She gets that Dean isn’t always ready to talk about it or “be real” with what he is feeling. I know that’s frustrating for her sometimes. But she deals with him wonderfully. And thank god she understand that Dean doesn’t always have the words, but he shows her how he feels through his actions. She knows that when he trusts her to go on a hunt on her own, or when he holds her, hugs her, makes these other gestures and concessions to her, this is Dean’s love language. Dean doesn’t trust words, he’s been lied to enough. He trusts what he can see, what people do. And through her actions, Oya has proven that she is someone who can be trusted. She has stayed by him, even in his worst moments. She has fought for him and kept loving him. It goes right down to all the little things, the aprons that she always gets for him, the pictures she sends, the way that she teases him, the way she lets him cook for her. For someone who considered himself to be unlovable and damaged beyond repair, it’s impossible to even express how much that means to Dean.

And she may be a shorty, but she is definitely the boss. Dean loves it when Oya takes control. She is confident and sexy as hell. Every part of her. Dean knows that she can be self-conscious about the scars on her arms, but to Dean those are sexy too. They are the marks of a warrior, a survivor. And he is there to reassure her too in those moment when she doubts herself. They are there for each other, always, and I love that. Everything they do is always so emotionally charged, it is what drives both of them. They are the perfect compliment to one another. Both of them are strong. Both of them are weak. But they hold each other up and they keep going.

Doya: Saving lives

 Oya ran her hand through her curly hair and leaned into her chair.  The current case they were working on together with Dean was far more complex than she first thought it would be.  She stroked her chin and furrowed her brows.  It always was easy when the monsters were not humans. It was easier to fight them and easier to put them down. What was more difficult was when humans were involved in the evil they fought. Oya and Dean always tried to reason with them -unless these bastards willingly killed humans, kids, and babies-. They would always try to convince them to stop whatever incantations and rituals they wanted to achieve. More often than not, Dean and Oya managed to make these humans stop whatever shit they were trying to do but a good chunk of them were hardcore believers in Evil. They were rotten inside, and the only way to protect lives was to treat them like they treated most of the monsters they fought. They had to kill humans. Oya hated it, not because she did the right thing and helped rid the world of scums. 

She hated it because it reminded her that humans could sometimes be worse than monsters. Humans knew better than to hurt others, and yet, some of them chose to do it. In this case, she honestly believed that the humans in there were evil. They were in a cult and wanted to sacrifice human lives to summon a lord of Hell to Earth. She knew they wouldn't be reasoned with, and the only way to deal with them would be to kill them. She dropped her head against her arms and sighed deeply.  She hated to take lives, but it sure looked like she would have no other choice but to do it if she wanted to save lives.  The hunter looked at her husband and bit at her bottom lip. Her hazel eyes stared at Dean, who knew what was troubling her. He had watched Oya in these circumstances. He knew that she was emotionally torn between her duties and her desire to protect human lives. He sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. This case would be dealt with like all the other cases they worked on. What mattered was that they saved lives, and if they had to take down some humans while doing so, then they were prepared for it.  Oya made a little bit of noise and leaned into his touch, feeling comforted by his presence. They would focus on saving lives. She would focus on saving lives. 

Doya: I love you

Dean ran his fingers through Oya's gorgeous black mane and searched for her gaze. She gave him a sheepish smile and planted a kiss on the tip of his nose. A smile graced her features as she kissed his nose again before rolling on her side to bare her back at him. He wrapped one powerful arm around her waist and rolled on his side so they could assume a spooning position. To think he actually almost lost her too many times to count now during a hunt had made him aware of how much he refused to be alone now. It wasn't because « he deserved it » because he was a hero, or because he had a pure heart. No! It was that selfish need to be loved, the yearning for a touch, the longing for a kiss, and the desperate search for someone's warmth. 

Dean Winchester wasn't a Boy Scout, nor was he that perfect man who was willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of the world without actually having a couple of regrets. He would give his life, anytime, anywhere, if it were to save the day. He spent hundreds of years in Hell to save his brother, Sam, from becoming Lucifer's vessel.  He refused life partners so they wouldn't be in danger because of him, or they wouldn't be neglected because he was too busy saving the world. The only time he tried to have a family life, he gave up on hunting altogether, and it made him unhappy. He was miserable, no matter how much he turned it around, he was miserable.  

With Oya, things were different; she was different. He couldn't say he fell in love with her at first sight because it would not be true. What Dean felt when they first met was more gratitude than lust, since she was the one who set his brother and him free. She was a good ally and a great company. Yes, she was strong, but it wasn't that...he was attracted by something else in her. Something she wasn't able to see at times, but he could. She kept going, no matter how hard her life was; she kept going, and she tried to give hope to those around her. Maybe it was fate and nothing else, but Dean wanted to believe it came from deep within, that it was a choice he made. Oya was warm against him; she was soft and loving, and she soothed his pain. He couldn't quite know why or how she was doing it, but being next to her allowed him to find peace, and he refused to trade it for all the riches of the world.

Romantic much? Maybe it was simply just a selfish desire. The very one she felt whenever Dean was involved in something. He made her heartbeat increase, took her breath away, but most importantly, he made her feel safe. SAFE!  The hunter smiled at him and quietly whispered to her husband as she realized she would soon fall asleep.

« You know... no matter what happens to me, the mere thought you will always be there is enough to drive me. I love you. Tremendously. » She said as she closed her eyes again and snuggled up better against Dean, who leaned his chin on top of her shoulder.

« I love you too. » Was all he needed to say as he kept his arm around her frame, protective of her as he refused to let her exit his life again.

DOYA: another holiday season

Oya grinned as she looked at her ring. It was simple yet beautiful and to her eyes, it symbolized her relationship with Dean the best. They were both quite rough on the edges but together, they managed to soften a bit their edges so they wouldn't hurt each other and would find a bit of peace while together. She could still picture her childhood friends Sarah and her brother Joshua's faces when she told them that she got married to Dean Winchester. It wasn't so much who she got married to but the fact she decided to get married. After years of lamenting about marriage and how pointless it was to get hitched, her marriage to Dean came out as a surprise. Sarah and Joshua welcomed the news with open arms. It was a step in the right direction, according to Sarah. Right because after claiming she didn't feel anything and couldn't love again, here was Oya, in love and married. Of course, the siblings made fun of their friend, gently so, in a way to show her that her heart wasn't as dry as she thought it was and it wasn't as cold as she believed it to be. 

The holidays this year would be special because Kira texted her to wish her a happy birthday. hearing from her step-daughter had been quite a shock but a pleasant one and Oya had been so happy that the young woman remembered her and decided to contact her. It brought her a lot of warmth. Those holidays were special as well because  Dean had decided to take them on a little honeymoon of some sort. They were supposed not to go hunting (but could still intervene if anything happened on their watch) and since they were in a more relaxed mood, it would be easier for Oya to make a little something for the two of them. She already bought a little plastic Christmas tree that would just need to be put on a table or even the bed of their hotel room. She decided to go shopping for their presents. One she would mail to the PO address next to the MOL bunker for Sam and one she would summon Castiel to get while keeping tabs on Hell and Heaven. She found the present for Castiel (she asked for a woodcarver to carve a plaque with the Winchester symbol and motto and the names of Team Free Will, so he could look at it wherever he was. For Sam, she managed to find an album of Vincent Vincente, the last one he released and even managed to have him record a vocal message for Dean on her phone. She then went and engraved it in a CD he could put in the car he drives. 

For Dean, she was still looking for a gift but knew it was a matter of time before she found it. They would have pizza, apple pies, and beer as a meal and they would sing together, dance together, and eventually have a night to remember.  A quick glance at her ring made Oya grin again and she quickly opened the door of their empty hotel room. Dean was out and this would give her the perfect opportunity to hide the presents until it was time to send the presents. Needless to say, she was excited about this year's holidays. It didn't matter how far away from the rest of the family she was, Oya would always manage to make the holidays special. 

Doya: shorts -About Thanksgiving.-

 With Thanksgiving around the corner, all I can say is that I am grateful for you. I am grateful for your presence in my life. I am grateful for Team Free Will. I am grateful  for everything we've lived together for nearly a decade now.

xxx

Here comes the holiday season. I hold onto some of these because they remind me of those I lost. I hold onto some of these because while I don't remember faces and voices anymore, I can still remember my feelings. Still.. we don't like the holidays in our house unless we spend them doing our job.

Doya: shorts

Resilient and determined. 

A half-pint-sized badass hunter.

Oya had it rough, rougher than she likes to say but still manages to handle her business and retain her good heart. 

She still saves lives and kicks monsters' asses.

xxx

"It's You and me against Evil. It's You and Me for all eternity.  You and I share one heart, Dean, as you once said to me and I'd be damned if we don't enjoy the most of our life together before we meet our end. Hell, I'll find you wherever you are, even after our time has come!"

xxx

"I do mean business. Don't get fooled by my short stature. Don't get fooled by my little snark. If I decide to do something, I'll make sure there is nothing of a monster left behind. So tread carefully!"

xxxxx

“She is reckless, especially when she's angry, worried or scared. She is ready to sell her soul to the devil if that means she can save Dean and/ or the world.  Oya has an intense sense of guilt that gives her tunnel vision and makes her take unnecessary risks at times.  She's impulsive at times and this has caused her a lot of trouble in the past due to her ability to read to filth angels, monsters, and humans alike."

xxxx

Oya has started to forget the sound of her loved ones. She doesn't mention it but she's in distress over not being able to remember. She has forgotten their faces. She has forgotten their scent. She still remembers some events in her life but the faces of her family are now blurred.  So, to remember, she wrote her memories on pieces of paper and journals. She sometimes goes back to read them when the memories are too old and she's started to forget enough for her to wonder if it happened or not.

xxxx

We heal our younger selves with the love they should have had when they needed it. 

We love our present selves in a way that not even Chuck could destroy.  Forever and always.

xxxx

We deal with Death every single day, sometimes we bargain and sometimes Death spares us. 

I am reminded that I am mortal and that the happiness I fought for could escape my fingers if Death decides otherwise. 

I used to be fearless...

But now I have way too much to lose. Family. Friends. A life I love more than anything else. 

I now fear Death...

How strange!

xxxx

Hottest 40 years old you'll find around these parts of the world! 

but in all seriousness... Dean would never allow me to lean like that against Baby, not even to look cool!

xxx

"You can't tell me that I'm not the hottest Milf you've ever met!"

Also, I'm enjoying this little honeymoon trip with Dean. So far, we managed to avoid supernatural creatures. I consider us lucky.

xxx

before Oya decided to grow her hair and stop flat ironing it, she rocked a bob. You couldn't tell her anything about it because it framed her face perfectly and was giving "government cutie" vibes wherever she went. Sadly, the bob is no more, but it's okay. Oya evolved past it and when you see her today, can you really blame her?

xx

"I didn't think I could live past 40, and yet, here I am. 43 and honestly the happiest I have ever been. Then again, how can I not be when I get to share my life with Team Free Will? How can I not be, when I get to share my life with you?"

xxxx

It doesn't matter how many crappy motels they stay at, Oya loves it the most when they can just sit and relax, study cases while drinking beers and eating burgers. She sometimes just stops and looks at him in silence, wondering how she got lucky, and enjoying how beautiful her husband is.

xxxx

It's you and me for all eternity. 

it's you and them a happy family. 

It's you and me, for all eternity. 

And I do feel blessed to wake up to you. 

I do feel blessed to hold onto you at night.

I do feel good to have someone to care for.

it's you and me for all eternity.

I found a reason to live in you, a home, my home... my safest place Dean! All in you! 

I found a reason to trust again, to love again, a reason for me to keep fighting, in you! 

It's you and me, for all eternity.

xxxx

"I have been desperate enough, desperate to the point of being ready to strike a deal with the devil to save Dean. I was willing to beg and pray to Chuck for him to grant me mercy. I was ready to turn Heaven and Hell inside out if it helped me save my family. I was ready to do anything."

Oya trivia: How do you describe her with her flaws

 Oya: "She is reckless, especially when she's angry, worried or scared. She is ready to sell her soul to the devil if that means she could save Dean and/ or the world.  She has an intense sense of guilt that gives her tunnel vision and make her take unecessary risks at times.  She's impulsive at times and this has caused her a lot of trouble in the past due to her ability to read to filth angels, monsters and humans alike."

Doya headcanon: Her memories // the holidays

Oya has started to forget the sound of her loved ones. She doesn't mention it but she's in distress over not being able to remember. She has forgotten their faces. She has forgotten their scent. She still remembers some events in her life but the faces of her family are now blurred.  So, to remember, she wrote her memories on pieces of paper and journals. She sometimes goes back to read them when the memories are too old and she's started to forget enough for her to wonder if it happened or not. 

xxx

One thing I love about these holidays is that Dean indulges me with photos and selfies. I feel pretty, sexy, and adorable at the same time! I love it even more when he calls me Shorty, but I won't tell him that. 

Doya: "we deal with Death."

We deal with Death every single day, sometimes we bargain and sometimes Death spares us. 

I am reminded that I am mortal and that the happiness I fought for could escape my fingers if Death decides otherwise. 

I used to be fearless...

But now I have way too much to lose. Family. Friends. A life I love more than anything else. 

I now fear Death...

How strange!

DOYA headcanon: Pictures of Dean

Oya loves taking pictures of Dean too. She thinks the camera loves him and always finds a reason to do so. He's got a new jacket on? well, she takes a snap. He's got a new pair of slacks? She takes a snap. Is he looking hot while driving Baby? She takes a snap. They went to that cat cafe once and she took a picture of him. She's smitten over Dean, he knows it, she knows it, but she won't stop telling him she thinks he's beautiful and she loves his eyes and his smile above anything else. 

DOYA: A flesh wound

A flesh wound is just your flesh being torn apart. Your flesh was brutalized and a painful reminder of how reckless or outmatched you were. A flesh wound is a testimony of your mistakes and it would constantly remind you of not repeating them. A flesh wound would heal, but the ego wouldn't. Dean was bruised, both physically and mentally. His body was covered in the scars he earned during his hunting nights. Testimonials of the pain he endured ever since he started this job. He remembered the story of each and every one of his wounds, why they happened, how he learned his lesson from these and there were nights when Dean could feel them burn on his skin. There were nights when the weight of guilt overwhelmed the Winchester, to the point where he just couldn't sleep and instead worked the case to avoid thinking.

That was until Oya entered his life. Before her, very few of his dates asked questions about his scars. They simply assumed he earned them the night his parents were killed and that it would be rude to ask him about them. Most of them ignored his bruised flesh and pretended they didn't see what was displayed for their eyes to see and Dean was fine with it. After all, they were pretty nobodies he would forget the following day, why would he bother with whether or not they noticed his bruised body. Very few did notice, few women like Jo who was very comfortable with the story told by his marred skin. Oya went further. She wanted to know everything about his scars. She wanted to know his story and he told her everything without thinking about it twice.

Both had a collection of scars, Oya's biggest were on her arms, a painful reminder of her recklessness. She was the only one who could fully understand what he went through because they were doing the very same job. They saved people, they put down monsters and they protected the world as it was.  Oya understood she knew what this job cost Dean and the toll it took on him. They almost lost each other but Oya persisted and refused to let him go, much to his dismay and relief at the same time. Deep down, the Winchester knew he wouldn't have forgiven himself if Oya had gone away. He expected her to leave him any chance she got and yet, she remained there. She remained with him.  

His body kept the story of their previous fights on it and she couldn't help but kiss his scarred shoulder as he pumped into her hard. Each of his hands was holding her legs up, preventing her from moving as he dived into her at a fast and rough pace. The bed creaked and shook under their combined weight, the room was filled with her high-pitched moans and his loud grunts as he relentlessly fucked her little cunt. After so long without touching each other, Dean and Oya could not wait any longer. Her teeth grazed the skin of his shoulder while her hands sunk into the hard skin of his shoulder blades. Her toes curled as he went harder and she bit harder at his shoulder as her climax ravaged her. Her bite was strong and drew blood which made Dean wince and pushed him over the edge too. As soon as he came inside of her, Dean pushed himself away and pulled her into a tight embrace so they could enjoy the rest of the night.

A flesh wound is just your flesh being torn apart. It usually never is pleasant for it's been inflicted with the intent to hurt you. Dean had seen them all. From gunshots to monster bites, his skin had suffered enough to write his pain all over his body. A flesh wound heals but your ego never does and it burns every time you look at your scars because you remember. Dean while not ignoring his victories, never forgot his failures and each wound he earned by making a mistake or failing the victims reminded him to remain humble and work harder. He could count on a hand the injuries he received that came from love. But each bite and scratch left by his wife overwhelmed him with love and warmth. Each mark left by her was a reminder that someone actually loved him. Each mark was a reminder that someone saw him for who he really was. She was intoxicating Dean and he wanted more from her. He wanted more of her.

 Always and forever.

Doya: how lucky did she get

It doesn't matter how many crappy motels they stay at, Oya loves it the most when they can just sit and relax, study cases while drinking beers and eating burgers. She sometimes just stops and looks at him in silence, wondering how she got lucky, and enjoying how beautiful her husband is.

Doya: She knew what she was doing

It was a calculated move from her, to sit on the chair near the kitchen table wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and a white thong.  It was calculated to do so when Dean came back from his errand, thirsty for a beer and perhaps, ready to cook something for both Oya and him. Oya knew what she was doing. It didn't even take a second for him to notice her in the room. She was posed like a model and his emerald eyes couldn't help but travel from her shapely calves to her legs, to the string of her thong looking like a string of pearls against her ebony skin.  Did she oil her skin too? Dean couldn't stop looking at her, wondering if she did it on purpose just for him. He could feel his throat turn dry and his lips parched up for a thirst that had nothing to do with beer anymore. His eyes kept moving up, averting from her thong to the wet and sensual skin of her taut stomach, to the hem of her white t-shirt. 

It was so snug around her chest, so fitting, and yet it only outlined her chest. Oya rarely wore white, although the color was complimentary to her skin. So when she did wear white, Dean couldn't help but be struck by the perfect combination that was.  His eyes averted from her chest to her face and here she was, his beautiful wife. Oya's face was a work of art and if he had not seen her in action, he would have not believed she was a hunter. She was gorgeous and powerful. She was a skilled hunter just like him, a badass pint-sized woman who could give him a run for his money should she decide to. Her curly black locks crowned her doll face perfectly, so much so that when Oya turned her head to look at him, her hazel eyes stared at him, Dean swallowed a lump. 

Oya was perfect, every which way Dean looked at her, he couldn't help but marvel at his wife. He loved everything about her, how fierce her gaze was, the beautiful smile she always had on her face when she was looking at him, the scars on her skin (especially the scars on her arms). Everything about her was perfection, everything down to her attitude. She hooked her finger and motioned for him to come closer to her, to have a better view of the work of art she was and he indulged her request, taking it as a command.  As he drew closer, he noticed that yes, she did oil her skin from head to toe. She painted her nails to enhance her beauty and was wearing her wedding ring as the sole jewel on her body. Her thong and shirt were soaked by the oil and clung to her body, betraying each delicious curve she was hiding underneath. His mouth opened but he couldn't think of something clever to say, so he abstained.  She kept asking him to close the distance and slowly but deliberately said in her adorable accent "Have a seat." To which he complied and took a seat in front of her. Oya's face lit up as she had Dean exactly where she wanted him to be and Oya climbed the desk, sitting in front of him with her legs spread wide enough for him to sit his head between them. He watched as her hand slowly stroked its way down her stomach and she slowly pulled on the fabric of her thong. "Now now... Be a good boy." And a good boy he would be. 

-TBC-

Doya: "She soothed his soul."

Dean told her once, that he wasn't afraid of his nightmares because he was used to them. He was used to losing everything. No, for Dean it really was the dreams he was afraid of. Dreams were always out of reach.  Dreams were always showing what he missed, what he couldn't have, what he would never have. So he hated dreams... Up until he met her.  She made him comfortable with his dreams. She made him embrace them and made him embrace the discomfort upon waking up. Her presence was soothing and he loved nothing more but to cuddle her at night. Nothing more. Nothing less...