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Political Animals-Dean and Jo-Part 2

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Part 1 (All Parts are linked)

Your name is Jo Harvelle, and you are an Omega working in your mother’s bar part time while you go to school. On a busy night at the bar, sparks fly between you and a gorgeous Alpha, but your best friend and co-worker warns you of his hard partying, lady-killer reputation.  He’s clearly interested, but you don’t have time in your life for drama.  

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Omega! Jo Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Omega! Jessica Moore, Beta! Bobby Singer, Beta! Ellen Harvelle, Beta! Melanie Rivera (OC), Beta! Benny Lafitte, Krissy (OC) a classmate

Text messages appear in bold

The next morning I barely made it to the coffee shop on time because I stayed up too late working on my paper.  It was packed with students nursing their hangovers from the night before. I didn’t see Mel anywhere so I grabbed the last empty table and waited for her.

After a bit, I got a text from Melanie.

Hey, girl! I just woke up. Totally overslept.  Raincheck?

Mel was notorious for being late for everything, so I wasn’t surprised. I texted her back.  

Sure. No prob. Talk to you later.  

I sat and sipped my latte, scrolling through my emails. It was rare that I had time to just relax and unwind, so I decided to enjoy it. 

I smelled him before I saw him, that same mouth-watering scent from last night that set me on fire. I looked up and there he was, standing in front of me, looking sleepy and rumpled and delicious.

“You again?” He said with a grin.

“Me again,” I said nonchalantly, trying to ignore my racing heart.

Before I could say a word he slid into the booth across from me. “I’m not leaving here until you tell me your name, at least.”

“And if I don’t?” I asked, not even bothering to hide my appraising stare. Damn his eyes were really green!

He leaned in close and whispered in that rough voice of his that just oozed sex, “Then I guess you are just stuck with me….Omega.”

Lord was this guy sure of himself! Looking like he did, I guess he didn’t need to work too hard. Little did he know that he had totally met his match in me. “What if I’m okay with that?” I asked him, my eyes meeting his. He raised an eyebrow at the challenge in my voice.

“Your not gonna make this easy, are you?” He countered.

I swallowed the last of my drink and pushed away from the table, getting to my feet.  “It’s Jo. Jo Harvelle. Nice to meet you, Dean.” I turned and walked away, smiling because I knew his eyes were on me the whole way out the door. I wondered how long it would take him to realize he’d never told me his name.

I had a test in Statistics later that afternoon.  I had really studied and I knew the material, but I was pretty sure I bombed it.  I just couldn’t seem to focus. My mind kept finding its way back to Dean and his sinful lips. I could still smell him, his scent an intoxicating mixture of leather, pine, and whiskey.

There was a girl in my class named Krissy I was friendly with who seemed to know pretty much everyone.  So as we were walking out of class and commiserating about how we had probably failed the test I asked her what she knew about Dean Winchester.

“Dean? My roommate dated him for a while freshman year.  He’s easy on the eyes, isn’t he? I think he went out with every available Omega on campus back then.  He was quite a player.”

“Oh really?” I should have known.  He was so not my type.  Then why couldn’t I stop thinking about him? He probably flirts like that with every girl he sees.  l shouldn’t read into it.  

“He’s had it rough,”  Krissy continued.  “My friend Darcy ran into him recently, and she said he’s changed.  I mean, first he gets kicked out of school, and then his mother gets killed in a car wreck.  That’s enough to make anyone rethink their priorities, huh?”

“Thanks for the info, Kris. I knew you were the person to ask.”

I had a rare Friday night off from the bar, so my plan was to lay around in my pajamas, binge on Gilmore Girls reruns on Netflix, and eat popcorn.

I was deeply engrossed in life in Stars Hollow when I got a text from Melanie.

Got any plans for tonight?

Neflix binge, you?

Seriously? What kind of friend would I be if I let you sit home on the one Friday night we don’t have to work?  Make yourself presentable!  I’ll be over in 20. I heard about this party…

I sighed in resignation. Mel was always hearing about parties. But I knew there was no point in arguing. Maybe she was right, Getting out and socializing might be just what I needed.

Fine.  You win.  See you in 20.

Mel was late as usual so I had time to shower and change.  I didn’t look half bad considering I had done my hair in record time.  Lorelei and Rory would just have to wait for another day.

“So where are we going?” I asked as I grabbed a jacket.

“Lainie in my sculpture class has an apartment off campus.  She and her roommates are having a few people over, nothing big.   Her place is a few blocks from here.  Chris is supposed to be there.” She added casually.

Chris was an Alpha that Mel had been crushing on for ages.  He was the first guy I’d ever seen that turned my normally confident friend into a tongue-tied idiot.

I smacked her arm playfully.  “You little sneak!  You just wanted me to go so you’d have an excuse to see Chris, didn’t you?  What’s wrong, couldn’t face him alone?”

Mel tried not to smile.  “No……..Maybe……Okay, yes!  Please don’t be mad!”

I hooked my arm through hers as we walked.  “The things I do for you.” I grumbled as we both laughed.

So much for “nothing big”.  When we arrived at the address Melanie had been given, the place was packed.  There was barely room to move, and the music was so loud you could barely hear, let alone talk.  Within 10 minutes I had lost Mel, and when I couldn’t find her I decided I might as well get a drink.

There was a line for the keg, and in front of me was a really tall guy standing with a leggy blond.  They looked familiar.  I tapped her on the shoulder and she turned around.

“Hey, your Jessica, right?” I asked her, she nodded.

“I’m Jo, Melanie’s friend. We’ve met before.  I came here with her, and now I can’t find her.  Have you seen her?”

Jess looked over at the tall guy, who gave me a dimpled smile.  “Have you seen Melanie since we’ve been here, Sam?”

Sam leaned in so I could hear him.  “I think I saw her talking with Chris Morgan a few minutes ago.”

When we got to the keg, Sam poured two beers and handed one each to Jess and I.  Then he got one for himself.  I thanked him and headed off in search of Melanie again.

I still couldn’t find Mel, but Krissy was there with her roommates, so I hung out with them for awhile.   They were drinking some sort of “punch” that someone had mixed in what looked like a large plastic trashcan in the corner.  It was sweet and fruity and it went down easily.

“What is this?” I asked Krissy. It barely tasted like it had any alcohol in it.

“Who cares?” Krissy laughed as she ladled more into my empty cup.  I sucked it down greedily, not realizing how thirsty I was.    After a few of those, my head began to spin,  everything got blurry, and I realized I couldn’t feel my feet.  

I wanted Mel to taste this stuff but of course, she was still nowhere to be found.  I decided to go look for her again.  I walked a wobbly path around the apartment again, bumping into people and furniture.  No Mel, but no Chris either. I bet she finally scored with Chris and was off with him somewhere at that very moment. 

My eyes lit upon a back door in the kitchen leading out into the yard. With too many people crammed into such a small space, it had gotten really warm. Fresh air and a little quiet sounded really good right now.

The porch was shadowed in darkness, but I was able to make out a pair of chaise lounges tucked in the far corner.  I tried to find the light switch, but it wasn’t where I thought it would be so I gave up.

I headed to the furthest chaise and flopped down on it. Instead of a soft cushions, I felt hard muscles under me. “What the fuck?” A familiar voice said.

No. NO. It couldn’t be. “Dean? ” I whispered.

“This is getting a little crazy, don’t you think?” He muttered.

“How so?” I whispered, trying desperately not to wiggle around in his lap. God he smelled so good!

“I’m sitting out here thinking about you and you just fall into my lap.” He said. “When does that ever happen?”

“You were thinking about me?” I asked quietly.

Dean leaned forward until his lips brushed my hair. His big hands grabbed my arms to steady me in his lap. “I haven’t been able to think about much else since I saw you, Omega.”

“I’ve been thinking about you too, Alpha.” I whispered.

I had heard many times about the strength and speed of Alphas but I’d never seen it up close until now. With a growl Dean picked me up and flipped me around to face him so I was straddling his long legs.

He swallowed my yelp of surprise with his mouth. As soon as his mouth made contact with mine, I couldn’t get close enough. I threw my arms around his neck and pulled him closer, our mouths a clash of tongues and teeth.

Dean’s hands settled on my hips, grinding me against his jean-covered erection. We were so wrapped up in each other we didn’t even notice the porch light go on.

“Jo, I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Come on, I want to leave!” Mel snapped.

Something in her voice shocked me out of my trance. “I gotta go.” I said to Dean.

“So I heard.“ He looked over at Mel, who was shooting daggers at him.

I climbed out of his lap and headed over to her. What was her problem? She looked like she had been crying.

"Dean…..” I began. Mel yanked me through the door before I could say another word.

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Political Animals-Dean and Jo

This is an A/B/O AU. 

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Political Animals-Sam and Reader(Part 1 all parts are linked)

Your name is Jo Harvelle, and you are an Omega working in your mother’s bar part time while you go to school. On a busy night at the bar, sparks fly between you and a gorgeous Alpha, but your best friend and co-worker warns you of his hard partying, lady-killer reputation.  He’s clearly interested, but you don’t have time in your life for drama.  

Characters: Alpha! Dean Winchester, Omega! Jo Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Omega! Jessica Moore, Beta! Bobby Singer, Beta! Ellen Harvelle, Beta! Melanie Rivera (OC), Beta! Benny Lafitte

One of the drawbacks of being the daughter of the owner of a bar is that my Mom expected me to cover shifts when her waitresses called out.  April was an Omega like me and her heat had come on early and she obviously couldn’t work. So here I was, slinging beers on a Thursday night instead of studying like I planned.

My Mom’s bar, Harvelle’s, was two blocks from the campus of NYU so it was always packed on the weekends.  My Dad had died when I was ten so Mom had been running the bar on her own since then.  Mom is the strongest, most capable woman I know.

I ran into the bar, tossing my purse under the counter and grabbing a clean apron from off the hook.  It was a madhouse already, and it was only eight.

“Hey Mom, I got here as quick as I could,” I said, kissing her cheek. 

“Thanks, Jo. I owe you big.” She told me, pulling beers with both hands. “Can you take section 3?”

“Yep, got it,” I told her as I grabbed a tray and order pad off the bar.  I waved to my best friend Melanie who was also working tonight.

I hurried over to my first table where two guys were sitting.  My section was full and I was already behind.  This was gonna be a long night.

 “Sorry for the wait, guys.  What can I get you?” I said quickly, eyes focused on my order pad.

“Oh your definitely worth the wait, Sweetheart.” A deep voice said, and I immediately looked up, meeting a pair of green eyes framing a face so perfect it was almost pretty.  And then I smelled him. Alpha. He smelled so delicious it made my toes curl.

I recovered quickly. “I bet you say that to all the girls who bring you a beer.“

"He does, actually.” His friend said with a grin.

“Shut up, Benny. We’ll have a pitcher of Coors, a plate of nachos and a dozen hot wings.” Green eyes said with a smirk.

"Got it," I said quickly, jotting their order down and moving to the next table. I flew between the bar, kitchen, and tables like a whirlwind in an effort to get caught up.  Mel and I were both waiting for food at the window so I got a minute to catch my breath.

“Did you see the Alpha at table 14?  He’s gorgeous!” I whispered to Mel over the hum of voices and laughter.

She glanced over in their direction quickly.  “Don’t look!” I hissed.

Her eyes immediately got wide.  “Oh Chica, you don’t want any part of that.  Do you know who that is?” She asked.

I shook my head.  “No, should I?”

She grabbed the steaming plates of food as they came off the line and put them on her tray.  “You remember my friend Jess Moore from my art class? Her boyfriend Sam?”

I nodded as a plate of nachos was slammed on the counter and I grabbed it and put it on my tray.  “Really tall, dimples? Pre-law? Yeah, what about him?”

Mel leaned over and whispered in my ear.  “That’s Sam’s older brother Dean. He got kicked out of school last year for fighting.  He almost killed another Alpha.  It was all swept under the rug because his Dad is the Police Commissioner. He is bad news, Chica.”

Mel lifted her tray and headed off to deliver her orders.  I grabbed the rest of my food and made the rounds to my tables.  When I got to 14 I saw that the guy named Benny now had a giggly blond perched in his lap.

“Dean wants more beer and your phone number,” Benny announced.  He and the blond were both pretty buzzed and acting stupid.

“Knock it off, Benny. I mean it.” Dean growled at his friend. His voice alone was doing all kinds of things to my insides.  What the hell was wrong with me? I had never had this sort of reaction to any Alpha before, and I was nowhere near my heat. 

“Another pitcher, then?” I said through gritted teeth as I made a grab for the empty pitcher.  Just as my hand closed around it, Dean’s fingers closed around my wrist.  

As soon as he touched me, it felt like my blood was on fire. I felt his touch all the way to my toes.  He immediately pulled his hand away as though he had been burned and we just stared at each other as the pitcher rolled off the table and fell to the floor.

I grabbed the pitcher off the floor and headed for the bar.  I could feel his eyes boring into my back the entire way. I headed over to my mother.  She had a sixth sense for when I was lying so I prayed she was too preoccupied to notice.

“Mom, can I take a quick break and eat something?” I asked. “I never got a chance to have dinner before I came and I’m feeling lightheaded.”

She glanced over at me quickly.  “Sure, Hon.  Take 30.  Mel and Sue can split your tables.”

I grabbed some fries and headed into the tiny office in the back.  My heart was pounding and my hands were shaking.  What the hell had just happened? When I went back out after my break a bunch of girls were sitting at table 14 and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“So what the heck was that, Jo?” Mel asked me as soon as she saw me. 

I gave her a puzzled look.  “Huh?”

“You ran out of here like a scalded cat, and Dean Winchester looked like he’d been hit over the head or something.  When I took the pitcher to his table, he asked me what your name was, and if you were coming back.”

“What did you tell him?” I asked, worried.

“I asked him why he wanted to know. I got your back, girl.” She said with a grin.

“What did he say?”

“He said forget it. He and his friend left a few minutes later.  He didn’t look happy.  Stay away from him, Chica.  I know he’s pretty to look at, but according to Jess, he has a wandering eye.  Are you sure your okay?” Melanie looked worried as she said this.

“Yes Mother Riviera, I am fine.  Now stop worrying.” I teased.

Things had calmed down enough by 11 that my Mom said I could go.  She knew I had been working on my essay that was due for my English Lit class but she also knew I never said no when she asked me to come and help.

Ellen Harvelle had worked many nights in the bar so I could even go to college so I would help here whenever she asked.

After making plans to meet Mel for coffee tomorrow, I hugged my Mom goodbye, fished my purse out from under the bar and headed out.

We only lived a few blocks from the bar, so when Mom called, it was quickest to walk.  Once I presented as Omega, Mom made sure I knew how to protect myself from dumbass Alphas who tended to think with their “downstairs brain”. She wouldn’t let me work in the bar until I had taken some self-defense classes and she was sure I could take on whatever a drunk Alpha could dish out.

As I walked I thought about what had happened tonight, and about what Mel had said about Dean Winchester.  I could still feel his hand wrapped around my wrist, and the reaction it had produced. I thought about those green eyes of his, and that face......... 

I mentally shook myself. You heard Mel you idiot!  He’s trouble, and trouble is something I don’t need.  So why do I want to see him again so badly?

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Political Animals-Part 13-The Wedding

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

“Wait, what did you say?” I asked, swallowing hard.

“You heard me.  The mayor’s scheduling secretary called.  He has time on Saturday to marry us. Dad has to switch some stuff around, but he said he wouldn’t miss my wedding.”

“But my arm’s in a cast….”  I began weakly.

Sam reached over and grabbed my hand, pulling me to him.  “I don’t care about that.  I would marry you if you were in a body cast, Y/N.  I want you and the pups to have my name. Besides, with all this stuff going on with your father, I would feel better if you were my wife.”

“Can I invite Cas and Meg?” I asked hopefully.

Sam’s easy smile melted my heart a little. “You can even invite your mother if you want.”

“I’ll invite her because she’s my mother, not because I care whether she’s there or not,” I told him.

“I’m gonna invite Dean and Jo if that’s okay with you,” Sam asked.

“Of course! What if everyone can’t make it on short notice?”  I asked worriedly.

“As long as we’re there, that’s all that matters.”

Meg and I went shopping for something for me to wear on Saturday.  Finding a dress that I was comfortable in, that fit over my ever-expanding stomach AND my cast, and didn’t make me look like a parade float was no small feat.

“For the last time Meg, I’m NOT wearing white! Since I’m already having Sam’s pups that ship has sailed!”

“Fine! Excuse me for being a traditionalist! So what color do you want then?” She asked in an irritated tone.

“I’ll know it when I see it, I guess.”  I shrugged.

It caught my eye from across the store.  It was blue-green and reminded me of Sam’s eyes.  It had open sleeves that fit my casted arm and an empire waist that fit my belly and allowed me to breathe.

“How does it look?” I asked Meg when I came out of the dressing room.

“Oh Y/N, you look beautiful!” Meg told me, a catch in her voice. “That’s the one.”

Neither Meg nor I noticed the man with the camera hiding behind a rack taking pictures of me trying on dresses.

I spent the night before the wedding at Cas and Meg’s.  Everyone we had invited was able to attend, except for my mother.  She had “prior commitments” for the campaign of course.  Our relationship had fallen so far that it didn’t even phase me that my mother wouldn’t be there on my most important day.

Cas and I sat in his study in our pajamas, talking late into the night like we did when we were kids.  “I can’t believe your getting married tomorrow, Y/N.” 

“Why? Can’t believe someone actually wants to marry me?” I said with a grin.

“Shut up.”

“Dad wanted this for me.  He told me to find an Alpha to love, have pups, be happy.  I didn’t expect it all to happen so quickly.  Sam is a good man, Cas.  He loves me.”

“I like him, Y/N.  He seems like a man of integrity.  I trust he will protect you.  I just wish everything wasn’t happening so fast.  I can’t help but worry about you.”  Cas looked torn.

I took Cas’ hand in mine.  “He’s my Alpha, my other half.  I tried to fight my attraction to him and it made me miserable.  I love him.  We belong together. But you’ll always be my big brother, Cas.  Thank you for always being there for me no matter what.”

Cas’ eyes were shiny with unshed tears.  He hugged me tightly.  “Better get to bed, Little Sis.  You have a big day tomorrow.”  

Right on cue, I yawned widely.  “I love you, Bro,” I whispered before heading off to bed and dreams of my Alpha.

When I got to my room there was a text from Sam. 

Sam: I can’t wait to marry you, Y/N. I love you, Omega

Y/N: I love you more, Alpha. My bed is lonely without you.

Sam: We’ll make up for it tomorrow. Go to sleep, baby.

Y/N: Night, Sam

When we met in the mayor’s office, Winchesters, and Novaks (minus my mother), the election was far from everyone’s mind.   I was so happy that Sam’s family was able to be there for him, and Meg and Cas for me.

Jo hugged me when she saw me. “I’m so happy for you guys.” She whispered in my ear.

“You’re gonna be next,” I whispered back.

“Here’s hoping,” She said with a grin.

“Welcome to the family, Beautiful.” Dean murmured as he kissed my cheek.

“You say that now, wait until I ask you to babysit,” I said with a smile.

John walked over to us.  “Are you ready Y/N?” He asked.

“I sure am,” I replied confidently.

“I need to talk to the two of you when we are done here.” He whispered to me before walking me over to where Sam and the mayor were standing.

“Hello, Miss Novak.  It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Mayor McGinty said, holding out his hand.  “I’ve met your mother many times.”

“Please don’t hold that against me, Mr. Mayor,” I whispered wryly.  He laughed before turning to speak to John.

I turned to face Sam. His scent enveloped me, and it felt like coming home.  He took both of my hands in his much larger ones.  “Are you ready to do this, Y/N?” He asked in a quiet whisper.

“I’ve never been more ready to do anything in my entire life,” I said with a dazzling smile.

The ceremony was short, but Meg still cried through the entire thing.  Cas held her tightly while she sobbed into his shoulder.  The mayor gave us each an opportunity to say something when he was finished speaking.

I went first.  “Sam, when I am with you I feel like I have come home.  I didn’t realize I was missing a part of myself until I met you.  For the first time in my life I I am happy I’m an Omega.”

Sam took a deep breath as he stared into my eyes. “I knew from the first time I met you that you were mine, Y/N. I knew we belonged together.  I want to spend the rest of my life making you happy.”

“By the power invested in me by the state of New York, I now pronounce you husband and wife.” The mayor stated.

When Sam kissed me in front of both our families, I felt complete for the first time in my life.

Afterward, hugs and congratulations and hugs were shared with our families and we thanked the mayor for taking time out of his busy schedule to marry us.

“It was no trouble at all.  John’s buying me lunch after our next golf game.” He said with a smile.  “I have to ask you, Miss Novak….I mean Mrs. Winchester…. how does your mother feel about all this? I notice she’s the only one not here.”

I gave him a sad smile.  “Mr. Mayor, my mother and I didn’t see eye to eye long before Sam came along.  He’s just the latest thing I’ve done to annoy her.  It doesn’t take much.”

Since everyone wanted to hear what John had to say, after the ceremony the mayor was kind enough to give us all a room where we could talk in private.   Sam and I, Cas and Meg, Dean and Jo, and John got settled at a large around a conference table.  John spoke first.  “So I asked some of my friends at the precinct to look into your father for me, Y/N.”

“Did they find out anything?” Sam asked sharply.

“He had been released from the clinic in Munich 6 weeks ago.  The doctors felt he wasn’t a danger to himself or others as he took his meds. They didn’t feel there was any more they could do for him.  His mother saw him once right when he got home.  She said he was angry and demanded to know why he wasn’t told about his daughter.  She said she hasn’t seen him since.”

“Do the police know where he is?” I asked John.

John sighed and I knew the answer. “No, but they are looking for him.  The problem his he hasn’t really threatened you, so they are limited in what can be done.”

“But the pictures, the notes……” Cas began.

“The are disturbing, yes, but he hasn’t tried to hurt her.  She got hit by the car because she chased him, not because of anything he did.” John replied.

“So what should we do?” Dean asked.

“The best thing you can do is keep your eyes open.  Be aware of your surroundings.  If you are with Y/N and something seems suspicious, call it in.  I’m afraid that’s all we can do for now.”

Sam stood up and pushed back from the table, and we all jumped.  “What if he stopped taking his medicine?  What if Y/N’s in danger?”  The last part he choked out, he was so angry.

Dean got up and put a hand on his brother’s shoulder.  “We won’t let anything happen to your Omega, Sammy.  We all love her too.”

“Dean’s right.”  Meg chimed in.

Maybe it was the hormones, or maybe it was the love I felt from the people in the room, but I couldn’t help but cry.

Sam and I had opted not to go on a honeymoon now, given my still-limited mobility.  I wanted to be able to enjoy my Alpha unencumbered, so we just decided to spend the weekend at a bed-and-breakfast and go on a honeymoon sometime after the twins were born.

The B and B was quaint and peaceful.  It had been a long day, and by the time we had gotten settled in for the night I was tired.  But not THAT tired.

“Come here, wife,” Sam whispered to me when we had gotten into bed.

“Is there something you want, Alpha?” I asked, running my lips up the side of his neck.

“You.” He demanded.

“I’m right here, Alpha.”

He pulled me to him and kissed me hard enough to make me whimper.  His taste was intoxicating. I turned onto my side, and  I shivered as Sam sucked a mark onto the sensitive skin there.

His large hands palmed my breasts, his fingers teasing my sensitive nipples. A shudder ran through me. 

“These are getting bigger.” He whispered. “So is this.” Both of his hands caressed the small hard bump of my stomach.  I could feel Sam’s erection pressing against my ass.  I ground myself against it, desperate for the friction.

Sam, please!” I begged.

“What you need, Omega?” He growled.

“Need you,” I whined.

He slipped a finger into me, rubbing against my soaked folds as I gasped with pleasure.  His thumb found my clit and he rubbed the sensitive bud as I writhed in pleasure.  My body just opened up to him and he was able to insert two long fingers into me and within seconds I was spiraling towards an orgasm.

“Come for me, Y/N!” Sam demanded and my body obliged as I arched off the bed in a powerful orgasm.  

As I lay there panting trying to catch my breath, Sam continued exploring my body.  “I love how your body is changing, Y/N.  You are so beautiful.”

He slid easily into me, and wrapping his arms around me, began to thrust, slowly at first, but gradually picking up speed.

  “Want your knot, Sam.  Want it so bad.”  I begged.

Sam buried his face in my neck as he thrust hard and fast into me.  I could feel another orgasm approach as my pussy clamped down on him.  He gave a hoarse cry as he spilled into me and his knot popped, locking us together.  I screamed his name as pleasure coursed through me.  Sam held me tight as we drifted off to sleep, drunk on endorphins.

While we were eating breakfast the next morning, the nice lady who owned the B and B came up to our table with some beautiful flowers. “Mrs. Winchester? Sorry to bother you while your eating, but these were just delivered for you.”

Sam and I looked at each other.  No one knew where we were going.  We had made sure of that.  As soon as she left I opened the card that was tucked into the flowers.  I pulled out a picture of Meg and I dress shopping, taken the moment I came out to show Meg the dress I had ultimately picked.  With trembling hands, I removed the hand-written card.

YOU LOOKED LOVELY.  I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE.

I handed both items to Sam. I had completely lost my appetite.  Sam and I just looked at each other in shock.  How had he found us here? We went back to our room, threw our belongings into our suitcases, and left for home 30 minutes later.

Part 14

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Political Animals-Part 12

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

A/N: So I was having trouble deciding if I should write this or the next part of the Contest. I decided to ask my pal Leigh ( @skybinx-blog ) to decide for me. She picked this.  So here ya go, Binx!

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

The first thing I remember were the voices.  One of them was Sam’s, and he sounded upset.  I could tell he clearly wasn’t happy with what the other person was telling him.  I struggled to follow the conversation but all I heard were bits and pieces. “…….very lucky…….”   “……concussion……”  “…arm fracture…”

I tried to open my eyes, but everything hurt.  I couldn’t identify specifically where the discomfort was coming from. The more I tried to focus, the more I felt the saturating, all-encompassing pain.  I couldn’t hold back my groans of distress.

“I have something that will help with the pain.” a different voice said. I felt a cool numbness, and I struggled to stay awake, but the tide pulled me under, and I finally gave in.

The next time I was awake, I realized I had the worst headache ever.  Like hangover to end all hangover headaches.  The right side of my head felt like someone had smashed it with a frying pan.  When I went to touch my head to try and see why it hurt so much, I realized I couldn’t move my arm.

I immediately started to panic.  Why couldn’t I move my arm? I looked over and saw my right arm was in a big white cast.  Oh great!  How the hell had I broken my arm?  I made the split second decision to try and sit up, which was a mistake.  

Sam, who was sitting in the chair next to my bed said, “Don’t try to get…….”

Too late. I was already up, and the room was spinning worse than the teacup ride at Disney World.  I groaned as a wave of nausea hit me and immediately laid back down.  Crap!

“What happened, Sam?  What’s going on?” I asked weakly.

“What do you remember, Y/N?”

I tried to think back, but everything was sort of fuzzy.  “We were having dinner at John’s, and then we went to get gelato.”

 Then the memory hit me like a freight train and I sat back up again, fighting the dizziness and nausea. “I saw him, Sam! I saw him!”

Sam jumped out of the chair and came to my side, taking my hand.  “Who did you see?”

“The man with the sign!  It was him, I know it was!” I had to make him understand. 

Sam looked confused.  “Sign? What sign?”

I took a deep breath.  “I saw a man standing on the sidewalk looking at me.  He was holding a sign that said  THEY HAVE BEEN KEEPING ME FROM YOU.  I ran after him and then…..and then….” The memory was there, just on the edge of my consciousness, but it was elusive.

“You were hit by a car when you were crossing the street.  You have a concussion and your right arm is broken.” Sam told me.

My left hand immediately moved to my stomach. “My pups?” 

“They are fine.  The car knocked you backward.  Your right side took most of the impact.  What the hell were you thinking, running out into the street like that?”  I could hear the anger in my Alpha’s voice.  “If I had lost you…..or them…..” Sam flopped back into the chair, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration.  “You could have been killed, Omega.”

He was right.  It wasn’t just my life anymore, every decision I made affected our children.  “I’ll be more careful, I promise.  I know you’re mad at me, but I need your help.  Can you call Cas and tell him I need to see him?  It’s important.  And I need you to go home and get that stuff that came in the mail. Please, Sam.”  I crossed my fingers he would do what I asked.

“I’m not angry, not really.  I’m just worried about you. You really need to rest, Y/N.  I know you. You're up to something."  He had my number, that was for damn sure!

“I need Cas to bring my mother here.  I have a hunch.  This all has to do with her, I know it.”  Sam didn’t look happy about it, but he finally agreed to do what I asked.

When Cas arrived he took one look at my bruised face and the cast on my arm and shook his head. “No.  Absolutely not. Sam is right!  You need to rest.”

“Cas, please! This is important!” I demanded.

“No.”

“Castiel Novak, I wouldn’t ask you to bring her here if it wasn’t important! She is the LAST person I want to see! Please do this for me. Please, Cas!”  Tears of frustration filled my eyes and I angrily wiped them away.  

Cas could never handle it when I cried, so when he saw the tears he caved.  “Fine. FINE.  I’ll do it.  I don't know what you're expecting from this.  Just stop crying, okay?  She may not even agree to come.  Just lay here and practice looking pitiful.”  He stamped out, looking irritated.

“Thank you,” I whispered.  Sam had gone home to get the papers, so I had some time to gather my thoughts. I had no idea what I was doing to say to her, I was making this up as I went along.

I was trying to feed myself some jello with my left hand, and it wasn’t going well.  I finally threw the spoon down in frustration.  “Dammit!”  I shrieked in annoyance.

Of course, Sam walked in at that very moment.  “Need me to feed you, Y/N?” He asked with a smile.

“I’m starving so yes, please!”  I begged.

Sam had just finished feeding me jello and applesauce and I sighed happily, stomach full for the moment.  “I love you so much right now,” I told him with a dopey grin.

We both looked up at the sound of a knock at the door.  Cas poked his head in.  “Can we come in?” He asked.

“Sure,” I told him.  Cas walked in, with my mother following behind, looking unhappy.  

My mother gasped a little when she got a good look at me but said nothing.

“Hi Mom,” I said quietly.

“So I hear from your brother that your pregnant AND you got hit by a car?  It’s always something with you, isn’t it, Y/N?  I’m a very busy woman, so tell me what you need so I can get back to my campaign.”  My mother said matter-of-factly.

I sighed deeply.  Same old Mom.  “I need to ask you some questions, and for ONCE, I need you to tell me the God’s honest truth.  Can you do that?”

“Stop being so dramatic! What is it?” She snapped.

“Were you telling me the truth about my father? Was he really one of your med students?” I asked her.

“Yes.” She said shortly.

“I need you to look at something.  Sam, can you give her the letters?”  I asked.

He looked at me for a long moment.  “Are you sure?”  He asked.

“Yes.  She needs to know.”

Sam handed my mother the two envelopes.  She opened them up and looked at each item carefully.  I watched the play of emotions on her face.  Finally, she looked up.  “Where did you get these?” She asked.

“Someone has been sending them to me.  The reason I got hit by the car is I ran into the street chasing a man that was following me.  I think he’s the one sending this stuff.” I told her.

“Why do you think that?” She asked.

“He was standing on the sidewalk outside the store we were in holding a sign that said, THEY HAVE BEEN KEEPING ME FROM YOU.  I ran after him.  I wasn’t watching where I was going, and that's when I got hit.”

My mother had gotten very pale.  “May I sit down?” She asked.  Cas grabbed a chair for her and she took a seat.

I gave her a hard look. “Now that you have seen everything, I am going to ask you something.  You told me before that the med student who is my real father died a year after I was born.  Was that true?”

My mother said nothing for a long time.  Finally, she cleared her throat and spoke.  “No.”

I sat up straighter in bed.  “Be honest with me for once in my life, Mom!  I think the man who has been sending me this stuff and the guy on the street are the same person.  I think it’s my father!  Why did you tell me he was dead? Why did you lie to me AGAIN?”

Mom raised her chin stubbornly.  “I did it to protect you! I only told you about him because I had to!”

“You had to?” I snapped.  “What does that mean?

Cas finally spoke.  I had almost forgotten he was there.  “Just tell her everything, Mom.  She has a right to know.”

I could tell by her body language my mother would rather be anywhere but here.  “FINE.”

I crossed my arms and looked at her stubbornly.  “I’m listening.”

Your father's name is Gregory Downs.  He was a very talented 3rd-year resident when I met him.  He was also schizophrenic. He had stopped taking his medicine.  I didn’t know it at first, no one did.   His behavior started becoming erratic, and when I told him that I couldn’t leave Charles, he had a breakdown and tried to kill himself, and his parents had him committed.  He comes from money, so he was sent to a private clinic in Europe.  

“Did your husband know about this?” Sam asked.  

 “He did. I left NYU right after.  Greg has been at the clinic ever since, as far as I know.  I recently received word he was released, that’s when I told you Charles wasn’t your father.  Greg must have found your birthdate online and figured out that you're his daughter.  He might have stopped taking his meds again.  You need to go to the police!”  For the first time in my life that I remember,  my mother looked scared.

“We will.  We’ve already shown this stuff to my Dad.  I just hope you haven’t put Y/N in danger by keeping all of this from her.” Sam looked furious.

Mom narrowed her eyes at him, and Dr. Naomi Novak, world class heart surgeon and mayoral candidate was back.  “I did what I thought was best.”

“I’m tired.  You should go.”  I told her shortly.  I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep as Cas took her elbow and escorted her out.

Sam leaned over and kissed the top of my head.  “I want you to take it easy.  I’m gonna go talk to the doctor.”

They kept me in the hospital for a few more days for observation, then they let me go home.  Sam took a leave from work to care for me because between my broken arm and my ever-expanding belly, I couldn’t do much for myself.  I felt bad for Sam.  I wasn’t the easiest patient.  I was pretty independent for an Omega, and the more he had to do for me, the more annoyed I got.

“I’m sorry, Babe,” I said for at least the 10th time that day. “When we hooked up in that bathroom I bet you never expected you’d get saddled with such a pissy, hormonal bitch, huh?” I said before bursting into tears.

Sam gathered me in his arms.  “You're pregnant with twins, you have a broken arm, your mother is a complete bitch, and you're probably being stalked by your schizophrenic father.  You have a right to be a little testy, Y/N.”

I grinned at him through my tears.  “When you put it like that.....”

“I have something that might cheer you up a little.   Wanna get married this weekend?”  Sam looked at me earnestly, waiting for my answer.

Part 13

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Political Animals-Dean and Jo

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This is an A/B/O AU

So everyone who knows me knows that I am a Sam!girl to the core.  I had so much fun writing Political Animals and really didn’t want to say goodbye to those characters and that universe but I felt Sam and the reader’s story had run its course.

Dean and Jo were supporting characters in Political Animals, they were already an established couple, and their story is summed up in just two paragraphs in the beginning and end of the story:

Jo and Dean had been together for so long that she was like a sister to Sam.  She was really good for Dean.  She smoothed out his rough edges and didn’t take any of his crap.  Before Jo Dean drank too much, slept with too many women and spent most of his time trying to numb his pain.

Dean had proposed to Jo a month after Election Day.  He said that everything that had happened made him realize how things could change in an instant and he didn’t want to waste another minute.  They were planning a winter wedding and Jo had asked me to be her maid of honor.

Then I got to thinking....... How did they meet? What was Dean like before Jo, and how did she change him? Will the wedding go off without a hitch? How are Sam and Y/N managing as new parents? It got me wondering........and thinking.....

I think there’s a story here  ;)  

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Political Animals-Part 11

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

Our lives became very difficult after the press found out about Sam and me. The paparazzi hounded us everywhere we went.  Just as Sam had predicted, the election ceased being about our parents and we suddenly became the topic of conversation.

Of course, my mother used the free publicity to her advantage. She released a statement saying she was totally devastated that her dearest daughter had allowed herself to be taken advantage of by such an unscrupulous Alpha as Sam Winchester. And that she hid my Omega status for my protection.

“This is complete and utter bullshit.” I snapped, grabbing the remote and turning off the TV. “I’ve never been her dearest anything, and she hid my being an Omega because those PR assholes told her to.”

“You need to calm down, Babe. All this stress isn’t good for you or the babies.” Sam said gently, his large hand caressing my belly.

I had been forced to take a leave of absence from the gallery. As soon as I started to show, the press was everywhere. Julian, my friend who owned the gallery felt awful about it, but I understood.

John was constantly being asked questions about our relationship, and he always gave the same answer. “My son is an adult. His relationship has nothing to do with my campaign. Moving on…..”

One extremely stupid reporter had tried to ambush/interview Dean at the garage, and Dean went nuclear on him. He won’t be making that mistake again.They had even shown up at Cas and Meg’s house, and Cas’ practice, and scared a bunch of his young patients.  I felt terrible.

Sam’s firm has been forced to hire outside security to keep people out. Lucky for us Sam is one of the firm’s top earners so they haven’t even complained about the expense.

With the complete uproar in our lives, I had stuffed the envelope of pictures and the creepy note in a drawer and totally forgotten to mention it to Sam, he already had enough stuff to deal with.  I thought maybe they were from the same person who had tried to blackmail my mother and John.  But then he sent another even creepier package, and Sam got to it first.

I was making dinner and Sam was going through the week’s accumulated mail when I heard his sharp intake of breath and then he cursed. 

“Do you want to tell me just what the fuck this is, Omega?”

Sam rarely used that tone with me, so I knew he meant business. I immediately turned the chicken off and moved it to the back burner.  I dried my hands on a towel and joined him at the table. He had opened a manilla envelope that was mixed in with stuff from his office.

It was a strange mix of items. This time the folded piece of paper read: YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN’T HIDE.

As I flipped through each item, the tight feeling in my chest got worse. There was a picture of me as a child swinging at the playground in Central Park. My father had been pushing me, but my father’s image had been burned from the picture. 

Sam’s long fingers moved over the faded newspaper article. It was from the New York Times heralding my mother’s first artificial heart transplant while she was teaching at NYU. She was pictured with some of her surgical team. Over my mother’s image was written LYING WHORE.

I felt sick when I saw the pamphlet from one of my shows at the gallery. On the back under my mini-biography was written my birth date, underlined several times. There was also one of our professionally-done family Christmas cards this one during my awkward adolescence, complete with glasses and braces, but my father’s face had been gouged out with something sharp.

“I need to show you something, Sam. I’ll be right back.”

Sam raised his eyebrow when I handed him the other envelope. I saw his jaw clench when he got to the pictures of us together, and I knew he was trying to stay calm.

“Before you start yelling, this came the day the press showed up on our doorstep. I thought it was someone trying to blackmail us so I blew it off.” I said defensively.

Sam scrubbed his hand over his face. He suddenly looked very tired and very worried. “We need to show this stuff to my Dad, Y/N. I want to see what he thinks. In the meantime, I don’t want you to go anywhere alone. I think you have a stalker.” He stood behind me and put his arms around me. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

“I’m supposed to have lunch with Cas tomorrow. What should I do?“

“I’m gonna call your brother and bring him up to speed on what’s going on. Then I’m going to call my Dad. I’ll be in my office if you need me.” He gathered everything and took it with him, closing the door behind him.

By the time Sam was finished I had dinner ready and waiting. “Cas will pick you up here and bring you back afterward. We are having dinner with Dad and Dean tomorrow to discuss this, okay?”

That night Sam held me close and rubbed my already-swelling belly. “So what kind of wedding do you think you want? Something big and fancy?”

“No! I’ve had enough big and fancy crap with my mother to last me a lifetime. I think I’d like just us. And maybe your Dad, Dean, and Cas. And a party later when I am not so rotund.”

Sam tucked his head into the curve of my neck where he had marked me. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. ” You are beautiful, ‘mega. My Dad is golf buddies with the Mayor. Did you know he can marry people? And by the way…. Your belly full of my pups is just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.“ He growled, his voice doing all kinds of things to me.

“So you want to marry me now before I need a crane to get me out of bed, is that what your telling me?” I teased, pressing my lips to his.

“Woman, if you had any idea how freaking amazing you smell when you are pregnant……” Sam groaned.

“I bet I taste even better,” I whispered seductively.

Later Sam agreed I did.

The next day, a solemn Cas came to get me for lunch.  I could tell he was worried.  “Sam told me about the stuff in the mail.”  He said once we were in the car.  “Why would anyone target you specifically?” He asked me.

“I haven’t told Sam this yet, but I think it has something to do with Mom.”

Cas was concentrating on driving, but I could tell he was surprised. “Mom? Why do you say that, Y/N?”

I took a deep breath.  “There is something I haven’t told you, Castiel.”

He guided the car to the side of the road and stopped.  “You’re making me nervous.  You only call me Castiel when you’re in trouble.”

“Remember the day Mom and I had our last big fight?” I asked.

“How could I forget? My ears are still ringing.” He joked.

“Mom told me that day that Charles Novak wasn’t my real father.  That she’d had an affair with one of her med students when she was at NYU.  Dad found out and threatened her with never seeing you again if she didn’t break it off, so she told me anyway.

Cas was silent for a long moment. “Do you believe her?” He asked.

“I don’t know.  She told me he died a year later.  But Mom said the reason she hates me is that every time she looks at me I remind her of what she gave up. She also lied to me about my trust, Cas  She never had control over it, Dad made sure of that.  I had full control when I turned 21.”

Cas looked shocked. “I don’t know what to say.  She always told me she controlled your trust. I never questioned her.”

“There isn’t anything TO say.  I don’t think she and I can come back from this.  Not this time.  I just needed you to understand why.” A tear slipped unbidden down my cheek.

He nodded solemnly. “I do, Sis. I am so sorry for everything she has put you through.”

After lunch, Cas drove me home and deposited me in Sam’s arms.  “Please keep me informed.”  He said to Sam before leaving.  Sam promised he would.

Lunch with Cas had tired me out, so I took a nap before we went over to John’s.  It was rare that he had a night off from campaigning, and I felt bad that he had to entertain us.  Jo wasn’t able to be there until later so it was just me and the three Winchester men.

John promised to speak to the Mayor during their Friday golf game about marrying us before he effortlessly slipped back into detective mode.  “Is there anyone you can think of who would have a grudge against you, Y/N?” he asked me.

“What? No!” I said adamantly.

“It seems like this person wants her to know he can get to her no matter what,” Dean commented, flipping through the pictures.

“So the envelope of pictures came first?” John asked.

“Yes, but I saw it second because Y/N didn’t tell me about it until later,” Sam commented.

“And this other stuff, what is the connecting thread?” John asked out loud.

I turned to Sam.  “I think this has to do with my mother, Sam.”

“Why do you say that, Y/N?” Dean asked.

“My Mom told me recently that Charles Novak wasn’t my real father.  I didn’t believe her, I still don’t know if I do, but I think this person is someone from my mother’s past.”

I told them word for word everything my Mom had told me. “I don’t know if any of it is true. My mother consistently lies to me.”

Jo breezed in at that moment from work, all smiles and full of excited chatter at my rounded belly. I needed to talk about something else for a while so I turned to Sam.  “Your pups want gelato! Can we walk down to Caruso’s and get some?”

Jo clapped her hands happily.  There is a boutique on the way that has the cutest baby stuff! Let’s go look!”

John begged off, saying he had work to do, so the four of us went.  Dean was more interested in the gelato than the baby stuff, but he was being a good boyfriend.  He casually mentioned he hoped he had two boys so he could teach them about cars and be the “cool uncle”.

The boutique had some really neat things.  In the back of the store was a race car bed, and Dean began arguing with Sam over why his son needed a race-car bed.  Jo went back to intervene.

I was toward the front of the store looking at a hand-painted piggy bank when I felt a chill down my spine and I looked up.  There standing on the curb was a man in a black coat.  His eyes were slightly manic.  He held up a sign.  It said in block letters THEY HAVE BEEN KEEPING ME FROM YOU.  Then he turned and crossed the street, disappearing into the throng of people.

“No, wait!” I yelled.

I dropped the bank I was holding and bolted for the door, desperate to catch up with the guy with the sign.  It was him.  I just knew it!  The bank shattered on impact but I kept going.

Sam was already moving in my direction as soon as I spoke, Dean a second later.  Jo threw some money at the cashier for the bank.  I could just catch a glimpse of the man hurrying through the crowd on the other side of the street.  I quickly stepped off the curb and dashed in the street to try and catch him.

I was so intent on not losing sight of the man I never even saw the car.  The last thing I heard was Sam scream my name, “Y/N look out!” Then I felt a jolt and pain and everything went black.

Part 12

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Political Animals-Part 10

This is an A/B/O AU.  You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City.  After a meeting where your mother’s advisers call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off.  You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink.  It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha  for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

I looked at Sam in surprise. “I’m sure it’s……I can’t be……..wait, what?”

He took my hand and kissed the top of my head.  “I said, I think you’re pregnant. I remember my Dad saying he always knew when my Mom was carrying his pup because she smelled different.“

I tilted my head, considering him. “Different how?”

Sam walked over until he was standing right in front of me. With our height difference, the top of my head reached below his shoulder. He leaned in, his lips ghosting over my cheek.

I instinctively bared my neck to him in submission. He scented the column of my neck from my ear to my shoulder.

“Normally you smell like flowers with a hint of warm vanilla thrown in. Now there’s something else. Something that wasn’t there before.” He whispered, his low voice sending shivers down my spine.

“What?” I asked curiously.

“I don’t know. Something spicy. I can’t explain it.“ Sam admitted. “But whatever it is, it’s making me want to throw you on the floor and fuck you senseless.”

“So why don’t you?” I couldn’t resist asking.

Sam closed his eyes and turned, grimacing and wrinkling his nose as if he was in pain.

“Because we’re going to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test.”

Two hours and three pregnancy tests later we had our answer. I opened the bathroom door and mutely handed the sticks to Sam. He looked down at the two pink lines, the plus and the bold black “pregnant” and a huge smile lit his face.

“So we’re really doing this?” He asked, eyes searching my face.

“We’re doing this,” I confirmed, my voice shaking slightly.

He reached down and placed his hand on my stomach, his large palm covering most of my abdomen. “I can’t wait until your belly is big with my pup.”

A tear slipped down my cheek and Sam wiped it with his thumb. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” He asked softly. He sounded worried.

I gave a watery chuckle. “I am equal parts ecstatic and terrified, Sam. I am thrilled to be your Omega, but if the baby takes after you size-wise they may need a crowbar to get it out.”

We decided not to tell anyone until after my doctor’s appointment which I had scheduled for the next week. It was so hard not to call Cas and Meg and tell them immediately. Sam was chomping at the bit to tell his Dad and Dean.

I continued to throw up pretty much every day. I spent the morning of my doctor’s appointment puking my guts out.  Sam handed me a glass of water when I was done.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you?” He asked for at least the fourth time.

I shook my head.  “You’re due in court this morning, and nothing exciting happens at the first appointment anyway.  You can come to the next one.  I’ll be fine.”

“Call me if you need anything.” He told me.

I basically had to push him out the door.  “GO Sam!”

I had told Meg my Ob-gyn was retiring and she had recommended hers. I sighed with annoyance when the perky receptionist handed me a huge stack of new patient paperwork. When they took me back the first thing they did was draw some blood to measure my hormone levels.

The nurse escorted me to an exam room to get changed into a gown.  “Open in the front, and the doctor will be in.”

There was a knock at the door and the doctor and the nurse entered. She was a kindly looking Asian woman with a long braid and a ready smile. “Ms. Novak? I’m Dr. Chung. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You come highly recommended, Doctor,” I said, liking her immediately.

“So how have you been feeling, Y/N?”

I shook my head. “I throw up every morning. Sometimes more than once.” I confessed.

That will stop after the first trimester.  When was your last period?“ The doctor asked me, tapping some computer keys.

I thought back. That can’t be right.  “Let me check my phone.” I pulled up my calendar. And I counted……and I counted again. “Three months ago???” I looked up at Dr, Chung, surprised.

Your hormone levels are high, and your measuring big, so I’d like to have our ultrasound tech Karen take a peek if that’s okay with you?“

I nodded. The doctor stepped out and a smiley redhead came in and squirted some warm gel on my abdomen and took some measurements and printed some stuff off for the doctor. Dr. Chung came back in, smiling broadly.

"Just as I suspected.  Let me show you something.”

She squirted the gel on my belly again and rolled the wand around. “Here is your baby, Y/N. And here is your other baby. It’s twins. You’re measuring about twelve weeks so I would put your date of conception around three months ago, give or take.”

We talked about what I could expect with a twin pregnancy, and I left the office in a complete daze.  I didn’t want to disturb Sam when he was in court, so I decided to spend the afternoon in my studio.  Nothing soothed me more than a blank canvas and getting up to my elbows in paint.

The outside world ceased to exist for me as I became engrossed in the creative process.  The next time I looked at the clock several hours had passed.  My canvas was only half finished, but I was suddenly exhausted.  When I checked my phone I’d gotten a text from Sam.

Sam: How did your appointment go?

Y/N: I’ll tell you all about it when you get home. I need to take a nap :)

Sam: Go rest, Mommy

Y/N: Love you, Daddy

I laid down on Sam’s side of the bed and breathed the scent of him that lingered on his pillow.  I immediately relaxed and fell into a deep, restful sleep.  I didn’t stir again until I felt Sam’s arms around me and his lips against my hair. I stretched languidly,

Sam must have just gotten home from work.  He was still wearing his suit, but he had removed his jacket and loosened his tie.  His briefcase was thrown on the chair next to the bed.  He looked delectable.

“Sam, your home! What time is it?” I asked, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“It’s after 6:00 Babe.  Court ran long and I missed the train. So how did you like the doctor?” He asked, starting to change while we talked. 

“I liked her a lot.  I think you will too.” I patted the bed next to me.  “Come sit down for a minute.  I need to tell you something.”

He stopped changing and looked at me.  “Is everything okay, Y/N?”’

I reached up and took his hand.  “Everything is fine.  More than fine, actually.  There is no easy way to say this so I’m just gonna say it.  We’re having twins, Sam.  I’m almost three months along.”

Sam said nothing for so long I began to get nervous.  Finally, I said, “Sam?  Are you okay?”

He looked up at me and I could see his eyes shiny with tears.  “Yeah, I’m fine. I was just trying to figure something out in my head.”

“What?” 

“If you are already three months along, that means you had to have conceived the night we met.”

I snorted. “Oh great! I can see it now, one of them will ask, Where did I come from? And we get to say, well now, THAT’S a story….”When Mommies and Daddies have drunk sex in bar bathrooms with people whose names they don’t even know……”

Sam grabbed me around the waist and started tickling me.  “You’re such a brat!

I shrieked with laughter and tried to pull away.  “But I’m YOUR brat.”

His eyes softened.  “Yes, you are.  I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Sam,”  I said before my smile suddenly faded.

“Is something wrong?” Sam questioned.

“It just hit me that I am going to have TWO Sam-sized babies in me at once! Forget the crowbar, I think I may need a backhoe!”

When we told Cas he hugged me so tight I thought my eyeballs would pop out. “My baby sister, having babies of her own,” he said in a choked voice.

Meg jumped up and hugged Sam, then me.  “I knew it! When you asked me about the ob-gyn I just had a feeling!”

“Feel free to use the name Castiel, I would be honored.” He teased me.

 “Even if they are girls?” I joked back.

“We haven’t talked about names but if one of them is a boy I would like to name it Charles after Dad,” I whispered.

Cas grinned at me. “Dad would have loved that.  So, not to rain on your parade, but are you gonna tell Mom?”

I shrugged. “You can tell her if you want, Cas.  But I have nothing to say to her, Cas.  We are done.  She’s made it clear she no longer wants to be a part of my life so she won’t be part of my children’s lives.”

When we told Sam’s family, John actually cried. “I just wish your mother was here.  She couldn’t wait to have grandchildren.  I am so happy for the two of you.”

Dean hugged his brother, and then me.  He leaned over and whispered in my ear.  “You are good for him.  I can’t remember ever seeing him this happy.”

Jo squealed with excitement and hugged us! “I love babies! When can we go shopping? Baby clothes are so cute! Dean and I will totally babysit for you guys.  Seriously.  Anytime.”

Dean coughed nervously. “Jo……JO! Relax! Take a breath!”

Sam grinned at his brother’s discomfort.  “Maybe it’s time for you and Jo to have one, dude.”

Dean glared at him. “Fuck off, Sam.”

I heard the mail drop through the slot so I walked over to the front door and gathered it up.  Sam subscribed to a number a law journals, so he got a lot of mail.  I gathered up the mail and sat at the breakfast bar sorting it into piles. There was a large manilla envelope with my name on it, and no return address.

That's strange, I thought to myself. I ripped open the envelope and tipped it over. Photos poured out. Pictures of me with Sam. Pictures of me at the gallery. There were even pictures of me coming out of Dr. Chung's office. Finally, a folded slip of paper fell out. I AM ALWAYS WATCHING was printed in block letters. 

 I shuddered involuntarily.  I scooped up everything, shoved in back into the envelope and threw it on the counter.  I planned on telling Sam about it later.  After dinner, Sam and I decided to catch up on House of Cards on Netflix.

I still hadn’t told him about the weird pictures. He’d had a stressful day already.  I’d tell him tomorrow.  In the middle of the second episode, Sam suddenly turned off the TV.

“I want to talk to you about something.” He said determinedly.

“Sure, what?”

“I was wondering......that is.....how do you feel about getting married?”

I just stared at him for a moment, not exactly sure where he was going with this. Finally, I spoke.  “To you specifically, or just getting married in general?”

“Marrying me, Y/N.  I’m asking if you’ll marry me.” He chuckled at my confusion.

“You’re my Alpha and I’m pregnant with your pups.  Of course, I’ll marry you, silly.” I replied, flinging my arms around his neck and kissing him.

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out velvet jeweler’s box. He opened it to reveal a diamond engagement ring.  He slipped it on my finger and I squealed with delight.

Our celebrating was interrupted by a knock at the front door.  “Are you expecting anyone?” I asked Sam.  He shook his head no.

We walked over to the front door and opened it.  We were immediately blinded by the bright lights that were shined on us by at least 5 different TV cameras.  All these people were snapping pictures and calling my name like they knew me. 

They were pushing and shoving each other to get a better spot. The reporters were all shouting questions at me, and I froze like a deer in the headlights.

“Y/N! Y/N! Over here! Is it true that John Winchester’s son Sam is your Alpha and you are pregnant with his child?”

“Is it true that your mother has disowned you?” 

Y/N, do you care to comment on the rumor that you were seeing Sam behind your mother’s back?”

“Sam is it true that you got into an altercation at the Met gala with another Alpha over Y/N?”

Sam’s face grew dark with rage.  He pushed me back into the house.  “I am calling the police.  if you don’t get off my property you will be arrested,” He said before slamming the door.

He sent out a quick group text to John, Dean, Jo, Cas and Meg.  Press at our front door.  They know EVERYTHING.

He held me in his arms for a long time while I shook like a leaf and the tears started.  Finally, he scooped me up and carried me to bed, holding me tight until I cried myself to sleep.  Then our phones started ringing.  And they didn’t stop.

Part 11

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