Doya: One of those good days

A/N: They are together, always. Late-night conversation between my favorite hunters. 

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“Dean...?”

Oya's voice pierced through the silence that had settled in the room. She had been unable to sleep that night and her tired voice echoed through the quiet room. Dean had been contemplating the day, satisfied that their case had a positive outcome. They got the monster, there was no casualty, there was no ma major injury except for a couple of bruises here and there. For the first time in a long while, Dean felt good. Oya's voice was calming, even as she broke the silence, her tone was not worried, her voice was still very soothing. He grunted, loud enough for Oya to lift her head and look at his face. He glanced at her, noticing her big hazel eyes that were staring at him with curiosity and lifted a brow as to ask her to keep talking.

“Do you think Castiel would understand if I ask him how many angels are needed to change a light bulb?”

The question was random, as random as the hearty laughter that escaped from Dean's lips. He had not expected her first words since they got under the sheets to be about a joke she wanted to tell to Castiel, but it brought a grin on his lips and he let his fingers sink into her silky black mane. As he massaged her scalp, Oya purred and pressed her body against his.

“I don't know... You know Cas. He's /very/ literal. I don't think he'd understand.”

“But that's the joke! Him, not getting it.” She said, biting her thumb as she wanted his approval. “C'mon, next time we see him, I ask him.”

“Oya..” He started before another laughter crept out of his mouth. “I'm not even sure he'd understand why you're laughing. I can already see his face from here.” He said as he started to impersonate the angel and make faces like him. Always so stern, always so constipated. What started as frustrating quickly became endearing. It was Castiel's personality, what separated him from other angels, and what made him “him”. Akin to Oya's beautiful face when she was laughing. It felt good to do so, to be able to be silly under the sheets and after all the shit they had to endure. It felt good to be together, just two people talking late at night. It was needed.

Oya had a rough year, from the near-death of one of her best friends, (Joshua), to her own near-death at the hands of the God Pluto, to the moment Dean had to deal with archangels -Apparently, Adam was free, someone saw him but nobody was sure about the sightings- The moments of true peace and joy were very limited but they were used to it, after all. The life they led demanded it. However, it felt nice, to finally be able to let go, to finally be able to breathe and have a goddamn good day on a regular hunt. He didn't have to worry about her because she was right in his arms. She was safe, she was alive....and she was laughing with him. A large grin lit up his face and he gently planted a kiss onto her forehead. As she was taking her breath back, the ebony hunter leaned her head into the pillow and bit her bottom lip. Her laughter died out and she coyly smiled at him. Her hand stroked his chest again before she started to plant a few kisses on his hard skin.

“When all is said and done, I can still have a minute to think about how good our case was. We didn't lose anyone.” She exclaimed.

“We didn't lose anyone.” He repeated, bemused, satisfied.

“And we aren't heavily injured.” She pointed out, while she slowly attacked his neck with her lips, suddenly feeling a little more energetic and driven.

“and we aren't heavily injured.” He repeated, his left hand started to stroke her hips while his eyes stared at her. Oya was radiant, he couldn't really explain it, but Dean was happy with it.

“And more importantly, I am hunting with you.” She noted, while her hands ran over his chest. “It's been... it's been a while since we had something to celebrate, don't you think so?”

“Do you have something in your mind?” It was a rhetorical question. Of course, she had something in her mind given the growing intensity of her kisses. The blonde hunter grinned at Oya who snuggled to him and whispered seductively.

“What do you think I have in mind?”

The night was young and they were alive. Dean green eyes locked with her hazel ones and he quickly pressed his lips to hers, giving her a searing kiss of his own, just so she could have a first taste of what was to come. And by Chuck, there was a lot to come.

    -TBC-

Doya: By the sea

Doya: By the sea

A/N: Just a lovely moment between Oya and Dean, by the sea and with beers. Still during the Thomas” case.

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“I like the sound of the ocean...I don't like the beach, but I like the sound of the ocean. Is it weird?” -Oya asked as she sat on a bench with a beer in her hand-

“Not at all.” -Dean replied as he stood in front of her, his beer in his hand.- “I don't really like the ocean, as a matter of fact, I hate the beach too, but I get that you like the sound of the waves crashing on the shores.” He raised his beer and drank to that.-

“Yeah... I guess the human mind is really weird..” -She chuckled and chugged some beer.- “Dean, have you ever wanted another life? Something different from what you have now?” She asked, with both arms laid on her legs.

“I have...I even experienced it but it wasn't for me. Have you?” -She shrugged. She knew he was talking about his time with Lisa and her son. Yes, he had tried the apple pie kind of life and it didn't work for him. He was meant to be a hunter after all.-

“I haven't...I have?” She scratched the back of her head. “In my country, we were who we were, it wasn't a big deal. I see it now, that we were more tools than actually accepted by our people, but at least we could have families, strong communities... we were still somehow valued and seen...I was engaged.” She furrowed her brows. “And for a while, I thought I had it all. I thought I had it good, you know? Engaged, maybe even a mother very soon, happy... but it was all an illusion. As soon as I wasn't useful to Fabrice, he just dumped me... my community crumbled, my family was slaughtered. I couldn't have the apple pie life I wanted.. it wasn't meant for me.”

She sighed and leaned her head back so she could chug some beer down. Her eyes quickly turned empty as she was wondering if it was what she wanted. Kids had always been something she wished she had someday, up until she drank that potion that made her barren. She knew she wouldn't be able to have any and gave up on this dream as soon as her mind was filled with revenge and guilt. Over time, the desire to procreate just vanished as she lived in the USA. A hunter's life here was crap, there was no sustainable future for a potential child there, and back in the days, there was even no one to share this dream with. So she gave up on kids.

She accommodated to her new situation, she even enjoyed her life as it was. Seeing Sarah and her family, listening to Joshua, and his desire to have his own family shook the hunter who questioned herself. Was she really okay with the life she was leading with Dean? He was a dad already, twice. He was not a “good” dad too...in his own words, he screwed up with his kids like he screwed up with plenty of people in his life. It wasn't meant for him. Would he try to do differently if given the choice? Oya believed he would. Would he try differently, if she became pregnant? She knew he would. But the question wasn't even in the air because she was unable to have children. A spell was a spell... consequences were permanent and she made her peace with it. Oya didn't want kids..anymore. She wasn't the same person she was a decade ago.

Dean gave her the life she wanted to live. A life with a solid partner, someone who would always be there with her. Someone who cared for her, someone who loved her. He was her family, alongside Sam and Castiel and she didn't need more to feel complete. Dean was there, always. He was there when she had nightmares, he was there when she needed comfort and he let her in when he needed some. He let her love him. He let her be in his life. Dean hunted with her, and by Chuck, Oya loved hunting. Hunting was akin to a sport for her. It was all about the style, the difficulty, the fighting techniques she was perfecting. It was about the least casualties possible and saving the most people as well. She didn't mind her scars -except for the one she got from the Asanbosam, she still had trouble with-, for they were a testimony of her hard dedication to her work. Being able to hunt with the best hunter that ever excited was a privilege and a chance for the woman, so why would she complain?

“..........You said you were happy with me.”

“And I mean it. I am. The apple pie kind of life, for me, is the life I am leading with you Dean. I thought, yeah, for a long time I thought that eventually, I would want to have kids or that maybe I wanted the white picket fences kind of life Sarah has... but I was wrong. I don't need any of this as long as I'm hunting with you. As long as I'm with you. I don't need more. I have a family who loves me, people who would go to hell and back if that was for me. I am with people I can sacrifice my life for...shit...” She looked at him and smiled a wet smile. “...I wouldn't want it any other way, okay?” She shrugged and drank her beer. “I have my dream life...this is my life, the apple pie life..” She added before he grinned at her and walked closer. He sat on the bench near Oya and patted his thigh so she could sit on his lap. She rolled her eyes but ended up sitting on his lap. Face turned towards the beautiful sea before their very eyes.

“ I guess that means you don't want another life than the one you have right now.” She gently poked his shoulder and nodded. “Ouch, how violent you are!”

“I didn't hurt you Dickhead! Quit crying.” She poked his shoulder again before she wrapped her arm around his neck and watched as he took a sip of his beer.

“Alright, Bitch, I won't protest.” -He chuckled and set his emerald eyes onto her hazel ones. Oya was beautiful right now, relaxed, happy and he could tell by her body language that she wasn't pretending. She felt good by his side, she felt right on his lap. He sighed and leaned his head against her chest, burying his face in her bosom while she let her hand run over his dirty blonde hair. “Why did you ask that question?”

“I wanted to know if you were happy with me. I felt that maybe I wasn't offering you what you needed.” She started before she planted a kiss on top of his head. “ I just wanted to make sure you knew you had a home in me too... You have somewhere to return to, someone to come home to...I want to be sure that you know that Dean...You're not alone anymore, you never will from now..” She said as she planted another kiss to his forehead while he wrapped his arm tighter around her waist.

“I'm aware of that. I know...You always make sure I feel home with you;”

He added, clearing his throat as he didn't know how to channel his emotions. As a matter of fact, the Winchester realized that Oya simply needed to be reassured. He wasn't excellent at calming nerves, but he would still give it a try. She was giving him more than he wanted, more than he could ever ask. She was giving him the freedom to be himself, and she was giving him the ability to not have to choose between love and work. With Oya things were easy, the easiest they've ever been. With Oya, things just went smoothly and he didn't need to compromise himself, or the life he was leading. He didn't need to pretend. He didn't need to hide. With Oya..; he simply was. She was giving him the comfort of knowing he was loved and no matter what happened, she wasn't leaving. She chose him, and very often let him know that she did, but he realized he wasn't saying it enough. Dean was a man of actions, not a man of words, but from time to time, he acknowledged, that saying a little something was actually more helpful than not. He gently let his hand move from her waist to her back and then lost a few fingers into her thick black curly mane. He massaged her scalp and leaned his head better against her chest.

“Oya, Nzi Mulenge.. please, forgive me if I fucked up your name... O... You're giving me more than I could ever ask for. You've been in our lives, five years now? It's the longest someone ever stayed with me... the longest, and the best..” He cleared his throat and looked up to her face. “I don't want more because I don't need more. I have the best already with me.” He gave her an earnest smile and leaned his chin against her chest. “I have the best there is and ever will...I can't express how much..how happ—happy I am with you. But it's there and I beg of you, O, to look at all the things I do that I can't say. I'm here... I'm here with you.” He managed to say before he leaned his head back against her chest. “Always... and forever.” He ended his sentence and watched as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gently sobbed against him.

“Forever and always...” Was all she could whisper before her sobs took over and she just cuddled with him. She felt relieved, he could tell by the sigh she let out, but she also was happy by the confirmation that he had what he needed and she was making him happy. It was all the hunter needed to feel okay. She needed to know so he said something, by the sea.

-TBC-

Doya: pancakes

// Picture courtesy of my beloved Dean <3 I love these two so much though. :o eheh it's right before the next case so they're in a good mood.

She cupped both his cheeks and chuckled with him. Dean was on top of her, both arms on the mattress for support. Oya had just woken up, to a smiling Dean who knew she would be happy to hear he had made fresh pancakes for her.

"You wouldn't have to pester for them then."

"I wouldn't have to pester for them, indeed." She chuckled and pecked his lips before her hands gently ran over his shoulders and arms. her hazel eyes were still sleepy but they slowly started to wake up as she stared at his beautiful face.

Was it one of these mornings when the world had stopped moving and time was frozen? there was nothing but them in her world and the warmth in her heart that slowly washed through her body. Nothing but happiness this morning, and laughter, and silence. she smiled again and stroked his cheek with the back of her hand. At this moment, Oya was not worried, she didn't have the familiar crease on her forehead as her head was filled with thoughts and questions. There was the only certainty. The certainty that Dean was with her this morning and she wasn't alone. The certainty that he would be there tomorrow and she would wake up with him. The certainty that he was making her happy, despite the bruises and the pain, the loss, and death, he was making her happy. How could she verbalize her emotions? how could she say with her own words that he was her world? That she couldn't imagine waking up to a life without him? How could she make him know he made her feel alive again? that he brought back a dried-out heart into health just by being there? she couldn't. say a word, but she was hoping her smiles and those hands on his cheeks would speak for her. the ebony hunter's gaze became soft, softer than it had ever been which made Dean pause for a minute and just look at her. There it was, the connection she was looking for a while ago. there it was. He was now focused on her, his green eyes were scanning her face, noticing the little details he loved about her like the plumpness of her lips, the shape of her nose, the perfect bright hazel eyes of hers, but this time, he noticed the way she was looking at him. He recognized those gazes, what they meant and knew she was silently telling him that he meant the world to her. She proved it, countless times that she was willing to do anything for him. She sighed and gently wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him against her, into a soft hug.

"Thank you."

"What for, O?"

"Everything," she whispered as she kissed his shoulder and kept him in a tighter embrace.

Doya: Silent conversation

//All the usual disclaimers

He let his fingers stroke the soft skin of her cheek. Her hazel eyes were staring at his emerald orbs, searching answers to questions she had not been able to ask. Tonight was quiet, a much-needed break after the exhausting week they had together. Oya had been withdrawn most of the week, stressed -as Dean guessed- by something she wasn't able to share just yet. He knew her mind needed some rest and he knew that he could bring her peace, so he did. Her warm breath brushed over his face as she looked at his face. Her fingers were running over his waist as she kept him in a tight embrace. They didn't need words, not always, not tonight. Their bodies were communicating just well. This little heavy breathing she had when he was touching her cheek, the way she was shifting her eyes from left to right or even the small smirks he gave her between each little kiss he planted on her forehead were enough for the night. No words...just feelings. Dean knew Oya needed to feel safe, safer than she actually felt before they hit the bed. His arms always made her feel at home, anchored to this world as they were wrapped around her tiny frame.

His lips ensured she could feel rooted in this reality, each and every one of them taking her closer to him. He hands on her face were a silent conversation. One that would ensure with each stroke of his digits that she understood he was there, with her, at the moment. She would answer him, her fingers would find their place on his back, her soft lips would plant kisses on his shoulders, her eyes would focus on his face, they would try to make him see how much she cared for him. They would let him know she was home, he was her home and because he was with her, she was safe again. Her breathing would become more labored, sharper even as she would meet against his chest. Her touch would be electric, her gasps would be arousing, but it was her warmth that made everything better. Her warmth...She smiled at him, faintly so, but it was enough for Dean to know that she was feeling better. Her lips pressed against his as she pulled him into a searing kiss. The first of many others. Words were needed, for he understood what she needed. So he let his fingers run over the soft skin of her thighs and let her roll on top of him so she could take care charge, as always and speak with him the language of love.