Doya : Gifts

Doya : Gifts 

Oya ran her hand through her thick black locks and twirled some around her forefinger. She was sitting on the chair and was watching Dean unpack a couple of weapons he brought back from her arms dealer. She tilted her head to the side and watched him slowly pulled the set of knives off of the briefcase he carried back to the bunker. She smiled at the sheer size of these, the blades were thick, as thick as a butcher's knife and she was wondering what use she could make of these. Her arms dealer knew her taste, and he knew she was more into knives than guns. The last time she went to him, she asked for homemade knives she could use against enemies with thicker skin. Could that be it? Dean grinned and examined the two beautiful blades carefully before he handed one to Oya.

« This one is for you. »

« I love Alfredo! He always knows what I'm looking for!  Give me those babies! » She said as she grabbed the knives and started to look at them.

« He also said you got a gun for me? A custom gun? » He asked while checking the briefcase and finding the said gun in the middle of it. Oya nodded and then looked up to his face.

« I've been thinking of this design for a while now. I wanted a weapon that could be easy to handle, not too big and yet still powerful. He managed to work a gun that is lighter than a magnum but as powerful as a magnum. »

« Power and manageability uh? » He grabbed the gun and started to look at it. It was lighter than an actual magnum, easy to play with, comfortable in the hand. Dean was genuinely surprised and twirled the empty gun in his hand before he lifted a brow. « How about the ammo? »

« It has its own ammo but magnums can work too. » She said, still staring at her knives. He enjoyed when Oya was focused on a weapon. Her hazel eyes lit up as she was talking about them, thinking of making easier weapons to work with or special weapons for special monsters they could hunt.

She met Alfredo when she arrived a couple years ago. He instantly recognized a mind as creative as his own and they started to work together. They made several knives for her and a few guns she was still using to this day but most of the time, he was her ammo supplier and the one to repair the guns her father gave her on his deathbed. They were close enough for her to just order an item with a few words and he would know if it was for her or for someone else, like the gun she ordered for Dean. He would often ask how she was doing and would always offer a piece of advice. Dean grinned as he inspected the gun and pointed it at the wall.

« I asked him to make it for you. Given the monsters we've been hunting lately, it was about time you upgraded your gear. » She teased him with a smile and put the knife on the table. How does it feel? » She asked as she stood up and walked closer to him. Dean grinned, still engrossed by the gun he was holding.

« It's awesome ! » -he watched as her short frame was standing in front of him and put the gun away so he could wrap his arms around her waist. « Thank you for this. »

« Don't mention it, Kid. » She chuckled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pecked his lips and grinned. « I'm glad you like the Gun. I think that there is something else in the briefcase. »

« What makes you think that? » He asked bemused, with a smirk on his lips as he pressed his lips to hers firmly.

« You would have put the briefcase on the table instead of at your feet. So you're either hiding something from me OR... you're keeping the best for the end. Which is which? » She lifted a brow and grinned at Dean who had her sit on his lap.

« Close your eyes. » -It was a surprise. Oya's face lit up as she didn't expect there would be a surprise for her. She expected Alfredo to have manufactured something for her and eventually, he had told Dean about it so she shut her eyes tight put her hands on her face to prevent herself from cheating. She heard the sound of the briefcase being placed on the table and the click of it being open. « Now open your eyes. » -He gently commanded, making the hunter open her eyes.-

There was a knife, engraved with Oya's full name and a date. She furrrowed her brows and let her fingers run over the engraved words. The date meant something to them, but she didn't remember just yet. Cussing at herself for her bad memory, Oya grabbed the pocket knife and gently manipulated it. Just as she paid attention to the delicate design of the handle, it suddenly hit her. The date was the date she met Dean for the first time. It was a simple gift, but one that brought tears to her eyes.

« Dean...... I just... » She looked at him and pressed her lips to his before she turned around and played with her knife. It was easy to manipulate, the blade could withdraw within the knife and it was reinforced. Perfect for close combat and emergencies. There also was a set for it to be a necklace and she ended up crying a single tear. « Fuck... »

« It's a bitchin gift isn't it? » Dean said, chuckling as he wiped the tear-off of her face. « Come on. It's not as good as your ugly aprons. »

« You hate those aprons. » she chuckled and nodded at him. « It's a bitchin' gift! Thank you. »

« Always. A bitchin' gift for my favorite bitch. » He teased her, using their nicknames in an endearing way.

« A  bitchin' gift from my favorite dickhead. » she replied, pressing another urgent kiss to his lips.

A bitchin' gift indeed.