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 his the world without actually having a couple of regrets. He would give his life, anytime, anywhere if it was to save the day. He spent hundreds of years in Hell to save his brother, Sam, from becoming Lucfer'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 did feel 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 simply it was 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.
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