Oya leaned her cheek into her warm palm, barely awake at that hotel's restaurant. Dean left at dawn for a surprise -so he said- and left her to her own device. It felt weird not to work on cases and perhaps Chuck allowed them a couple days of respite since they didn't come across a case during their "honeymoon". It felt strange but it was still pleasant for the hunter. A couple of days off, spent solely on caring for her husband and enjoying his company. A couple days off, without having to work on cuts and other wounds they always sustained during a hunt. A couple days off, without having to worry about the world's fate for once. It was a gift and Oya was starting to wonder if Dean didn't strike a deal with Chuck himself to guarantee they wouldn't run into business on their honeymoon. The idea made her chuckle as it was ridiculous, but she did like the sound of it. They barely had time for themselves, due to the nature of their work, they were always on the move, always planning, always fighting.
That morning, as she was all by herself, Oya felt a pang in her heart. She was used to being on her own, she had worked countless cases by herself and while she did miss Dean, she was mostly excited about her return to the bunker. She was excited about seeing him again. This time, it was a little bit different. She was missing him in a way she had never before. She was yearning for him, craving his touch, his smile, his warm embrace. She was craving his silly jokes, the way he messed with her, and the laughs that resulted. She wanted to see him and found herself a little exasperated by his absence. Since when was Oya this needy? It made her furrow her brows for a brief minute before she shook her head. It wasn't that bad of a feeling, au contraire! It made her feel a little fuzzy and warm inside at the thought of seeing her husband again. it made her blush and she brushed her legs together before she took her cup to her mouth for a sip of coffee. She was excited about the surprise but more than anything, Oya just wanted to see her husband and as her heart started to skip beats inside her ribcage, she thought that she was quite the happiest woman in the world.
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