Doya : Her smile
A/N: Feeling a little cheesy. Still dancing
around the Pluto storyline because we haven’t written yet the plot. I love
these two and I will always.
Xxxx
Oya’s hazel eyes were focused on the huge map
she had spread onto the table. She was searching for the potential location of
the vampire nest they were hunting and was considering a few ideas. Dean was
preparing their weapons for the hunt; his mind was focused on what to use when
he heard her puff some air into her cheeks. She was frustrated, he could tell
and since both had already spoken about Pluto and the missed opportunity -which
really wasn’t one-, there was nothing more to say about the topic. Dean understood why Oya didn’t tell him right
away that they had crossed path with the god. Diving headfirst into a fight
always led to serious injuries if not death and given their relationship with
Chuck, he wouldn’t have magically come back from the dead. He wouldn’t take the
risk anyway. Besides, he understood that Oya was afraid of the god. He would
have killed her had Castiel not intervened, so of course she would have been
afraid to face him again, at least when they did encounter him.
Time has passed and she came to accept her
feelings and fear turned into a strong desire for revenge. Oya needed to kill
the god or at least help. She realized that he was way too powerful than he
should be and was leaving a trail of blood on his wake. She had to stop him,
save people from him but he was smart, way smarter than all the pagan gods both
Dean and she encountered in the past. He was organized, probably helped by
other wretched creatures and the fact she couldn’t locate him was driving her
mad with anger. Dean could see it plainly now as he had stopped looking at the
weapons and was now staring at her. His emerald eyes stopped at her petite
figure, the curves of her legs tightly wrapped in a tight jean, the shirt
tucked into the jean and the leather jacket he fixed for her on. Her heavy
curly black hair was crowning her face and shoulders and she had that frown on
her face, that little crease between her eyebrows that indicated her state of
mind.
Dean’s jaw tightened as he stared at her, wondering
how he could turn that frown upside down. Of course, he knew that working would
put her in a good mood. Oya loved hunting and she loved to be able to fight
monsters. That was something that first surprised him when he met her. He’d
never met a hunter who actually was embracing the life because she loved it. Sure,
things were a little different in the country she came from. They weren’t
living a crappy lifestyle like American hunters did, but they were the same.
Dean came to terms with the fact that he enjoyed hunting as well. Once the revenge
was accomplished and they killed the yellow-eyed demon, there was nothing left
but the love for the job. Dean realized, as he lived with Lisa that nothing
could make him stop hunting. A “white picket-fences life” would not make him
happy. It wasn’t his apple pie. He couldn’t be happy if he couldn’t be whole
and Oya made him whole. With Oya things were easier, things were perfect. He
was a hunter and so was she. She didn’t ask him to change his life for her, she
didn’t need him to change his life for her.
She embraced who he was, flaws and all and
never once asked him to be different. She would spend time with him when he
wouldn’t be able to speak, running her fingers in his hair, soothing him with
her songs, cuddling him if they were in a bed together just so he could feel at
peace and relax in her arms. She went above and beyond to make him smile, from
the ugly aprons she always brought to him to the moments she would dance or
sing in the MOL bunker. Oya was lively, she was caring, and her smile was
infectious. Dean craved her smile, and he always tried to make her laugh or
smile anyway he could. That was why he wanted to find Pluto as soon as possible
and kill him just so she could smile again. He cleared his throat and closed
the distance between the two of them.
Oya tapped her finger on the map and then
looked at Dean as he was standing next to her. She yanked her head back and
gave him a soft smile. Dean’s jaw relaxed at the sight and his heart warmed up.
she was okay, they were okay. She looked
at his face and gently ran her hand over his chest. They didn’t speak because
they didn’t need to at this exact moment. He could see the relief on her face,
and the beginning of a grin that was forming as she was excited again. She
could see that he was relieved as well and this was enough for her. They will
go on a hunt and they will take care of the monsters of the monsters at hand. They
will prepare for Pluto and once they would be ready, they would take down that
son of a bitch.
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