DOya : Exhaustion
A/N : Sometimes a girl just has enough of her job.
Sometimes she’s just exhausted.
Xxxx
Oya looked at her phone. Since they arrived at
the motel, she hadn’t had a restful night. The investigation was taking longer
than she first expected and despite the excitement over the case, something
wasn’t right. Something didn’t feel right, and she couldn’t put her finger on
what. Instead, Oya had been cranky all day, to Dean’s annoyance. She was
focused on the job, but she wasn’t there. There was a dread he couldn’t explain
that was lingering in her head. She was sitting on the chair of the motel room,
arms wrapped around her left knee. Her hair was loosely braided and tossed to
the side. She was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a simple black t-shirt.
Her eyes were tired, she was tired, and her body bore the marks of exhaustion.
Her gaze averted from the phone to Dean who was
looking through the pages of the newspapers he bought that day. He furrowed his
brows, feeling an intense gaze upon him. He stopped reading a looked at Oya who
was sitting in silence. Oya wasn’t the silent type. Dean knew her long enough
to notice when something was up. He had an idea of what could possibly upset his
girl. It was either the collaboration with Rowena and Crowley to stop Pluto, or
Pluto himself, or eventually the fact Joshua had been crippled by his last
case. Dean knew that Oya was dreading facing the old god again. He knew she was
scared of losing him because he would be reckless and he knew that on top of
everything else, she was missing her family.
It could have been this, or that or everything
at once for all he knew, but Dean didn’t need to push Oya to talk. She wouldn’t
talk unless she chose to. Now was the moment for simple comfort. He put the newspaper on the table and cleared
his throat, forcing Oya to focus her attention on him. He moved his fingers,
asking her to come closer and she did without complaint. She stood up and walked
towards him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and slowly sat on his lap. He
didn’t know it yet, but later on she would tell him. She would tell him about her
bruises. She would tell him about the bad performances during this case. She
would tell him that she had to think of after. That her near-death brought her
age and how wore down her body was after all these years. She simply was exhausted
of everything, including the hunt.
But she wasn’t tired of him.
Never ever would be.
-TBC-
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