Supernatural questionnaire updated 02.09

 A/N: After we first started the story in 2017, it was time to revisit this questionnaire with a couple fresh answers.

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What about your character(s)? a brief summary of who they are and main personality traits.

Oya : African Hunter. One of the most prolific. Well-traveled, well-versed in African folkores and efficient at her job. Favourite weapons is a golden gun, a gift from her father's friend who raised her when her father died. She is very impulsive, sarcastic, she loves food and is working on her  anger-issues. She's a nerd with a foul mouth. She's also very loyal and strong-willed.

Sarah Thomas :  Oya's childhood friend and fellow hunter. She quit when she met her husband in order to start a family with him and has a set of twin girls. Recent events forced her to return to being  hunter for the sake of her family. She's sarcastic, loyal,  reliable, warm and light-hearted. She also loves her brother Joshua a lot and is very protective of him. 

Joshua Thomas:  Oya's childhood friend and brother of Sarah. He used to be a very active hunter until a monster almost killed him and left him paralyzed from the waist-down. Joshua is still a hunter but he mostly works through the radio and contributes to the network. He is married and hopes to become a dad. He's a goofball, a kind and gentle giant who longs to return to the field. 

What is your main character's relationship with the Winchester? How did they meet? Did they meet more than once?

Oya  met the Winchester when she was held captive by a nest of vampires in America. Her brother, also an african vampire (Asambosam), fled to the US some years ago and took shelter there. In an attempt to end his life and avenge their mother, Oya was trapped and used as bloodstock for these vampires. She was found by Sam and Dean after they cleaned up the nest and was brought back to their bunker for safety purposes.Today she is married to Dean Winchester and is part of Team Free Will. She has very strong connections to her brothers (Sam and Castiel) and would give her life to save theirs (and Dean's) in a heartbeat. She is also aware he had children from a fling and had met with one of them (Kira). 

What are your character's views on these characters: Castiel, Lucifer, Crowley

Castiel: She has learned to trust and love the angel. After a while, she realized that he wasn't like most angels. Oya thinks he's frustrating but she appreciates his attempt at doing good though. She trusts him a lot and will very often call for his help, especially when Sam would be in danger. They have a very deep brotherly bond.

Lucifer: She never encountered him but from what she heard, she doesn't trust him and fears him. Despite having been taught/learned about the abundant folklore of the African continent, she's been raised a Christian and very many fears the devil. Unlike Sam or Dean, Oya can't stand her ground against the fallen angel.

Crowley: Doesn't trust him at all, doesn't like him at all, doesn't want to deal with him at all BUT when they are forced to work together, she loves their banter. It's extremely entertaining for her and she can pass her frustration on him. He knows her very well, her very wishes and knows how to play her like a damn fiddle BUT she also knows how to fight back and get to him which gives birth to many interesting situations. She knows he's a backstabbing bitch but always manages to have back up plans to avenge herself after he's done mocking her. 

Unexpected skills?: Oya is actually very well-versed in African Martial arts. 

Favourite transportation mode? Bikes. She owns a Harley Davidson.

Favourite weapons? A golden gun, a carved Desert Eagle which belonged to her father.

Favourite Beer: German Beer of course! 

Favourite Sport: Soccer

Favourite secret identity? Tina Turner ( she is her favorite singer).

Doya: Sam and Oya: Comfort

/// I miss these two idiots. So here you are, some siblings' shenanigans. 

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Sam was busy reading one of Oya's spellbooks. He had taken a liking to discover new cultures and since he was not well-versed in African spells and teratology, he wanted to learn. He looked at his phone and noticed that he had received a lovely text from Eilein, his girlfriend -could they even consider each other as such?-. He couldn't help but smile upon reading her name and did not notice Oya who snuck up on him and sat on the couch he was laying at. He groaned as the young woman pulled the book off of his hands and rolled his eyes as she gave him a sheepish look. 

"What are you doing, Gremlin?" -She gently ran her hand over his arm.- "What??"

"I'm bothering you. Bookworm." -She giggled before her hazel eyes set upon the phone.- "Is that Eileen? Did she text you? Would you see her soon?"

"Oya. You're asking way too many questions." -She shrugged and crossed her arms above her chest. - "Don't sulk, please."

"I'm not sulking. I haven't seen you in a while so I was curious, Sammy." -She said, smiling warmly. The book was closed and put on her lap for the time being. - "I see you've been reading my spellbook. Anything nice in there?"

"You know I love learning new spells. There is plenty to learn here." -He smiled at her and gently patted her back.- "It's true we haven't seen each other in a while. I know you're busy working with my brother."

"That doesn't mean I can't have time for you, Sam. I have missed you. I have missed spending time with you and Castiel at the bunker."

"Work never stops, now, does it?" -He asked but it was a rhetorical question. There were always monsters to stop, demons and angels to stop, and sometimes humans as well. Earth was their playground and hunters were doing their best to save as many souls as they could. Oya shook her head and sucked on her bottom lip.- "O. Can I ask you a question?" -She nodded- "Okay... I just... I wanted to... How do you deal with hunting with Dean? Aren't you scared that something might happen to him?"

The question had the hunter freeze. She blinked several times and chewed at her bottom lip. As a matter of fact, Oya had been paranoid about losing Dean. She knew she would do anything to protect him and the rest of the family with all she had. So far, she had been the one who nearly died, twice and they always came to her rescue. Yet, Dean was known for striking deals with demons, pairing himself up with backstabbing bitches who would not hesitate to manipulate his desire to save his family and the world and use it against Dean. So, Oya took it upon herself to watch him, guide him, and comfort him when they were hunting together.  The young woman put her hand over her heart, feeling it beat faster than usual and she sighed deeply.

"I am always scared, Sammy. I've never realized how scared of losing him I was until I was attacked by Pluto."

"What makes you...keep hunting with him then?"

"Can the world exist without the sun?" -She replied with a grin and patted her heart with her warm palm.- "We both take the risk to die every single day when we step out of the bunker to work on a case. Death is part of Life and we cannot avoid it. We just have to live. I want to have as many memories as I can with him and I want him to have as many memories with me as possible. I want us to live, Sammy and I know that you want Eileen to live as well." -She gently smiled at him and leaned her cheek against her shoulders as she looked at the younger Winchester-

Sam blushed hard but shrugged as he looked at his phone. Oya had caught him red-handed. Of course, he was seeing Eileen but both were considering whether or not they should take their relationship to another level, and make it a serious one. Sam had lost a lot of people in his life, especially the ones he loved. Could he really take the risk to lose yet another lover? He loved Eileen and it seemed to be something far more intense and far more serious than his previous relationship. They were both kind souls who wanted to save as many people as possible. They had been through a lot, in ways that only Eileen could understand. Of course, she did not know about his time in Hell, the whole "true vessel of Lucifer" story but she knew how it felt to be different. She could relate to him in ways very few could. Besides, she was very appreciated by his brother and Oya almost gave her blessings to Sam. So what was holding him back? 

"I don't think I could handle losing someone else. O. It's been difficult when we thought we were losing you. I don't think I could." -She cupped his cheek and stroked it gently. his eyes grew wide but he leaned into her touch. "O..."

"You will always care for her like you will always care for us. Whether you hunt with her or not, you will always worry for her. So that argument is a little moot, don't you think?" -He sighed but didn't reply- "Besides...I told you that I want us to live. Sam, you've been denying yourself the right to be happy for far too long. After all, you've been through, don't you think that it would be good for you to be loved and to have someone to love? Eileen is a good person, and you are a good person... Dean and I both love her so... what's holding you back?"

"I don't know. I don't want to hurt her and I don't want to lose her. I... I want to protect her but she can handle herself very well, so...I don't..."

"You can have her back. That's what you do. You have her back like Dean has mine. He trusts me. He believes in me and more importantly, we look after each other. The same fear that Dean carries in his heart, I carry with me, so of course, I would always be careful when he's around. There is... something I can't quite describe when you live and work with someone who does the same job as you. It's freeing, Sammy. It's freeing to be with someone who can understand you. Don't run away from Love. Don't...run away from Life." -She repeated while she stroked his cheek with her thumb one last time before she removed her hand and put it back on her lap-

Sam listened to her words and strangely enough, found comfort in them. Oya was right. They had to live their lives. As the younger Winchester was considering Oya's words, he realized that he had been sacrificing himself most of his life. He didn't have a normal childhood, and he couldn't have normal relationships because the women he loved ended up dying. Sam wanted to have a family. He wanted to find a companion who could understand and respect his line of work, someone who would know what it was to be devoted to the work and who wouldn't ask him to choose between a white-picket-fenced life and the life of a hunter. He smiled at Oya and gave her his most sheepish smile. 

"You're right. I will write back to her. She's been asking me to hunt with her but I have always pushed it back. I really want it to work, you know? I want to have what you and Dean have. I've never seen my brother happy like this before and yet since he's met you, he is himself. Since he met you... He is happy. I want the same." -She nodded and crossed her legs together.-

"You deserve this and even more, Sammy.... remember, you're never alone and if you need support, you can always text me or give me a call." -She grinned widely and giggled.- "I can't believe I've just suggested becoming your wingman, but I totally wanna be your wingman now."

"Get outta there!" -Sammy was now red, blushing hard as the prospect of having a wingman, especially Oya was making him feel like a teenager again. "I know how to flirt. but.... I'll make sure to talk to you if I need anything. I promise."

Oya smiled at him and gently nestled on the couch next to him. She opened the spellbook and pointed at her favorite spell. They talked about magic for a while, then she encouraged him to write to Eileen before the hunter fell asleep next to Sam. He looked at her as her breathing became steady and her features relaxed.  She really was cute when she was sleeping. He called Dean to come and pick up his girl because he couldn't move from the couch and then resumed reading the book. The conversation they just had made Sam feel warm inside. Oya never let up. It was only fair for him to expect her to keep pushing until he was convinced to text that woman. He couldn't be mad at Oya, he just couldn't.

-TBC-

Doya: Charlie and you.

 Doya: Charlie and you.

// This is from Sam's pov. I haven't written him in a while. He adores Oya and he's always seen her as a sister to him. Of course, he loves to calls her "gremlin" just like she loves to call him "bookworm". He's reflecting on how important she is to him and to team free will. This is something he would tell her but only if he's pressed about it, which is the circumstance of this little monologue. 

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"I have sworn to never get close to someone after Charlie... I promised myself to never let anyone become family to me. I was fine with team free Will. we were enough for each other, or so I thought. I was still reeling from Charlie's death and I refused to grieve for her. Charlie was... She was a sister to me, O. She was my little sister. She went from being a nerd, scared of everything into a total badass. I never really, I mean, I got to tell her that I love her, right? But I never got to tell her just how much I did. I still don't know how to process her loss to this day but I can already see her kick my ass and ask me to move forward. She wanted us to live, Dean, Castiel, and I. She wanted us to enjoy our lives and until her death, we were in such a dark place, that we didn't understand what she meant. We thought we couldn't have our cake and eat it too. You know? 

Charlie would have loved you. She probably would have had a crush on you because she loved badass women and you're badass. Charlie would have loved to see Dean with you. I love to see him with you. He is happy. He's smiling. He's laughing. He has a reason to keep going. You just. Ah! When we hunt together, he only talks about you. What you'd like to eat, how you'd react to something we see... He's always thinking about you and it's good to see. He's not worried, well, not anymore since you recovered from Pluto's attack. I love to see it, to see my big brother happy and... and I love to be happy myself. Yeah. I mean... you do make me happy O. I wasn't expecting you, I didn't see you coming. I just, well, we just met and we just clicked, and... you started to hang out with us. 

What's my point? Well... My point is, I didn't want to have another sister, but life is a bitch and she does whatever she pleases. You came into my life, you became my sister without me realizing it. I let you in, it was easy to let you in. You're funny. you're sweet. you're too much sometimes but I like it. You have a temper in you. You pulled no fucking punches on Dean or me... or Castiel at the beginning. I was afraid you would not get used to having an angel as family, but you overcame your issues with angels, at least, with him. You welcomed him, you both made amends and it's great to see. You understand and you always find those words we can't say. You always seem to know how we feel and what could make us feel better. I got used to you. That's it. I got used to you. You're my sister, Oya. I love you so much and I don't want to miss the opportunity to tell you that now. I love you. , you're my sister, and even if nothing has been made official. You are my sister."

-TBC-

Sam and Oya : You're my brother.

 

Sam and Oya: You're my brother.

A/N : A phone conversation between Sam and Oya when Oya was hunting alone. Post-Pluto.

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Small town near Lawrence, gas station 11 AM

Oya's bike wheel flattened a few kilometers before she reached the town. Fortunately for her, it was close enough for her to walk her bike to the nearest gas station and pump the bike full of air. Her phone rang at this exact moment, which had her take it off of her pocket and look at the name of the caller. « BOOKWORM » was written all over her phone, a cute nickname she gave Sam Winchester when she first arrived at the bunker. A soft smile graced her features and she took the call.

« Bookworm!  What's up? »

« Hey, O. Well, listen, I just wanted to check on you. » -He said, stroking the tip of his nose-

« You... I'm fine, Sam. » -Her response was a knee-jerk reaction.-

« Then why did you leave the bunker alone? You're working on a case ? » -She could tell he was worried, given the way he said this sentence, it came out almost like a growl, which sent shivers down Oya's spine. The petite hunter groaned-

« Are you going to lecture me? Because if you are, I hung up the phone. » -Another knee-jerk reaction to Sam being worried.-

As a matter of fact, this would have been hilarious if it wasn't so tragic. Oya would have been a hypocrite to deny Sam his fear of losing her again. Not so long ago she was on the floor, her body carved open by the pagan god Pluto. Not so long ago she would have died if Dean hadn't sent Castiel to her rescue and if the angel had come one second too late. It was a matter of luck, and Oya wasn't really exactly Domino from the x-men, she was running thin of Luck these days. She narrowed her gaze and rolled her head. Sam, on the other side of the phone, was frustrated with Oya's cavalier attitude regarding her near-death experience. He knew it was her putting on a brave mask for herself and the others, pretending that everything was fine when they weren't. He knew it was her trying to convince herself that she could still hunt and wasn't traumatized by the recent event. As a matter of fact, the ebony hunter second-guessed her trip out of the bunker, she wasn't ready, it was obvious to anyone who took a look at her, but Oya pretended that she was. So Sam's call awoke her fears and had her curl her free hand's fingers into a fist.

« I'm not trying to fight you Oya, nor lecture you. How many times did Dean and I fall into your shoes? We've always hidden our true feelings from one another, always pushed through pain and trauma, and look where it led us. I don't want you to-- »

« I'm not like you! » Oya ended up growling. « I haven't saved the world, I don't have a big destiny as you two have. I haven't been chosen by two archangels to fight for the fate of the world nor did I even encounter the actual king of Hell... I'm not like you... I'm not a chosen one, I'm just me, regular old me who was almost killed by a fucking pagan god! » She lashed out. « So yeah! I left the bunker. Yeah! I took my stupid bike! Yeah, I'm stuck in a town with a flat tire! I KNOW! I know... I know I'm not okay! » She ended up yelling before she ran her hand through her heavy black curls and bit her bottom lip. « I'm sorry Sam... I just didn't expect you'd call that's all. »

« I tend to call when I'm the least expected. » -He joked a little, making her chuckle a little bit.- « It's nice to hear you laugh. »

« You're silly.. » she chuckled and gently leaned the phone onto her shoulder. « But it's good to hear from you. I'm sorry I bailed on you. I needed to prove to myself that I wasn't broken by my last encounter. » She admitted, as she looked at the tire being pumped. « But now that you've called me, I don't know what to do. »

« Come home? »' -He suggested, holding his breath for her response.- « I'm not trying to tell you how to live your life, O. I'm just...I just want you to be home that's all. »

« Why is that? » She asked, her voice slightly broke by the sudden rush of emotions that crept in her heart. « Why are you... why do you want me to go home? »

« Because I need to see you. I have been away a lot these past couple of months and while it was nice to talk to you over the phone, I was hoping we could spend some time together. » he stroked his nose. « Dean's not really talkative as you can imagine. »

« Uh ?.....Is this about Eileen? Are you finally asking this girl out? » She teased him, knowing full well that he wasn't calling her to get some relationship advice. However, the chuckle didn't last long and she moistened her lips before adding in a still cracked voice. « I should stop joking around. You quickly left once Castiel brought me home. It was as if you couldn't stand looking at me. »

« I had a hard time yeah. I felt relieved that you weren't dead, but then, it became overwhelming so I left. » He said, interspersing his voice with small grunts. « I could have lost you. We all could have lost you. »

« I know. I don't know how to deal with it. It's not the first time I almost die. When we met you and I, you rescued me from a vampire nest. They would have killed me, so many closed calls... I could have died the night I got the scars on my arms, all because I was reckless and enraged. I could have died... when that fucking creature took my face and body and confessed their affection to Dean.. my affection to him... my love. » She took a deep breath. « Then the werewolves, and so on and so on until this bastard took me out. I should have been dead by now and the fact I am not and the fact Castiel healed me almost to my best health? I felt that I got cheated in the recovery process you know? »

« There's the anger inside... I know the feeling. Lucifer got me you know? He killed me too. There's the emptiness you feel inside, and the injuries that took your life hurt like Hell too. Always...There's the anger, and there's the pain that never fully goes away. »

« And the loneliness... and the fear of leaving those we love behind. I fucking love you three. I was crying because I didn't want to leave you behind, I didn't want to die. » -Unlike the brothers, if she died and unless someone played with her body, she would be dead for good. She would be unable to be with them until their last breath.-

« You quickly get over it, once you've tried Death. » -Another joke, because Sam could feel that she was about to cry again. Oya swallowed those tears like she swallowed the pain. She simply shook her head. « Oya, I left because I couldn't stand the idea that someone hurt you this bad. It reminded me of Charlie and Kevin all over again. » He said with a sigh, leaning against the table of the war room at the MOL bunker.

« I'm sorry... » She sobbed, wiping her tears off of her face. « It's not what I wanted. I love Dean. I am in love with him, yeah. I love Castiel and I love you. You're my brother Sam. You're my brother. » She said, biting back a sob.

« Then come home, Oya! Come home. »

He said, his tone betraying the desire he had to see her again. He had been worried for the young woman, understandably so. And wished for her safe return until they are sure she's doing alright since the last attack she'd suffered. He knew his brother Dean would not be alarmed by what Oya did because he would have done the very same. However, he also knew that Dean was worried for her and wouldn't tell anyone about it. So Sam took it upon himself to reach out to Oya and reason with her. Oya considered his words and as the tire was almost ready she finally agreed to come home before hanging up the phone.

-TBC-

(Oya x Sam) : She was like Summer

Oya was like Summer. She felt like the burning sun up in the sky and the fresh breeze that cooled you down. She was full of energy. Sam always called her his little "gremlin" because just like them, she couldn't keep in place. He realized that he needed her energy, her moods, to hear her voice and listen to her unsolicited dating pieces of advice. He wanted to see her sing, and dance, and try on ugly outfits to relax at home. She felt like Home if Home felt like good days. For the youngest Winchester, Oya felt like family. It probably was the reason he noticed her absence the most. Sam rarely went on hunts with the ebony hunter. That was Dean's job most of the time. Dean seemed to have found some balance, some ground to attach himself to and grow within Oya. His brother felt different when he was with the hunter, more comfortable with himself, with life in general. They kept eating crap sandwiches, but someone, as long as Oya was around, they could endure the bad taste. Dean seemed to be able to endure his life a little more, a little longer thanks to her.

He didn't mind much, because the pair of them was better when they were together, but he did miss her. He looked at his phone, tempted to call her and furrowed his brows as he didn't know if she would take it back. He heard the news, Dean briefed him shortly. Oya was in distress. She wasn't sunny; she wouldn't shine for a while and he felt like he had to comfort her. His fingers played with his phone, as his mind was looking for something to say to her. Oya always knew what to say, she always had something to say -he was still struggling with emotions-. but he wasn't like her. Not really. not anymore.

#I'm with you.#

Was all he came up with. A couple of words to express his sympathy, to let her know he was giving her his support, that she was on his mind.. that he cared. it felt like it wasn't enough and her silence confirmed that she might have found this ridiculous. what could words do when the situation was dire? how could they comfort her when she was about to lose a brother? stupid! Sam felt a little bit stupid but still hopeful. She might read and feel better after all. She might shine again. He was hoping for this.

#Thank you, love ya Bookworm! # She replied shortly after, soothing him, relaxing his mind. she had read his text and she appreciated it. She welcomed him Home.