This fic is for two challenges: 1) The BTZ Challenge, where my words were candy cane, reindeer, and hospital. 2) @atc74 “Cards against Christmas Challenge, where I chose: _________ in a Winter Wonderland.
Christmas usually sucked when you were a hunter. Monsters don’t give a rats ass about celebrating Jesus’ birth, so most of the time you worked right through it.
This year you, Sam, and Dean had just finished a truly craptastic trifecta of ghoul followed by pissed off witch concluding with a poltergeist with a sick sense of humor.
“There isn’t a part of my body that doesn’t hurt. Even my hair hurts.” You complained to Sam as you dropped your duffle on the floor of some dumpy motel in another podunk town.
Dean rubbed at the bruise forming across his forehead. “I’d say we get the hell outta Dodge right now, but I am so damn tired. How about we crash for a few hours and then drive straight through?”
That seemed reasonable enough, so you took the quickest shower on record, and since Dean was already passed out diagonally in his bed, you set the alarm on your phone and snuggled up against Sam’s warm back.
You woke to a string of profanities that made your ears burn. “Shaddup, Dean!” You growled, throwing your pillow in his general direction.
“Hey Elsa, you might wanna come and see this.” Dean shot back.
You sat up and rubbed your eyes, and Sam opened the motel door. A frigid blast of cold air blew in, and all you could see was white. You shot out of the bed like it was on fire. “No! Hell no! No one said anything about snow! I am not staying in this rattrap another day! Let’s go now before it gets much worse.”
“Too late, sweetheart. I’m not taking my baby out in this. The roads are closed anyway. They aren’t even plowed yet. How many plows do you think wherever-the-hell-we-are even has?” Dean asked triumphantly.
You looked over at Sam. He didn’t look any happier about this than you. “He’s right, Y/N. It’s REALLY coming down. I think it would be better if we just waited it out.”
“I hate you both!” You screeched before grabbing your clothes and storming off to the bathroom.
The guys had braved the weather while you showered and brought back food and coffee. After some sustenance and caffeine, your mood improved slightly. “Merry fuckin’ Christmas.” You muttered as the three of you finished eating.
“Well Y/N, there is a bar down the street, and we could head there in a bit. I dunno if it’ll be open being it’s a holiday, but we can try?” Sam hated seeing you upset.
“It’s probably closed, but whatever. I mean, who goes to a bar on Christmas during a snowstorm?” You mused.
Apparently a lot of people, you discovered once you got there. The place was hopping. When you asked the bartender about it, she laughed. “Are you kidding, in THIS town? We are always mobbed Christmas night. After all the presents and spending the whole day with your family, everyone needs a drink or two, am I right?”
“And the snow didn’t stop them?” You asked curiously. “Nope. Knowing they are going to be trapped inside their house with their kids, their toys and nowhere to go made them desperate. Everyone walked here.”
You carried the drinks back to the table, beers for the boys with an extra shot of whiskey for Dean, and a bright red concoction with a candy cane sticking out of it for you.
“What’s that?” Dean asked, pointing to your drink
“It’s the Christmas special. It’s called ‘Reindeer Games’ and there are six kinds of alcohol in it. The bartender said I shouldn’t have too many of these. They are pretty potent. Last Christmas someone wound up at the hospital or something.”
Sam laughed out loud at that. “She’s never seen you drink”
After four of those drinks you were completely shit-faced. But you were having a blast. You were on a first-name basis with everyone in the bar at this point, and everyone kept buying you rounds strictly for the entertainment factor.
Sam was in bitchface mode, but Dean thought the whole thing was hysterical. “Come on, dude! You gotta admit she’s a really funny drunk! And it’s way better than her being all grumpy and pissed off, ain’t it?”
“I’m taking her back to the motel.” Sam snapped. “She needs to rest.”
“You poor lovesick bastard. Are you gonna hold her hair when she pukes all night too? Grow a fucking pair and tell her how you feel about her. Make it my Christmas present! If I have to watch you make doe eyes at her for another year I swear I will eat my gun!” Dean was full on ranting now.
“Are you coming or not? Sam snapped.
“Nope, I’m staying right here. Good luck with Suzy Snowflake over there.”
Sam had managed to get your coat on and maneuver you out of the bar despite your objections, but you refused to give up the Santa hat. “But I was having fuuuun.” You whined. The wind had died down somewhat, and the snow was falling gently now.
You were hanging onto Sam’s arm pretty tightly because you were having difficulty walking straight. “It’s so pretty.” You whispered. “Just like your eyes.”
”“You think my eyes are pretty?”
“Well, duh.” You responded, making a face. “Course I do. But your eyes aren’t what I like best.”“
“Oh yeah?” He was wondering where this conversation was going.
“What I really like is your nice round….. Sam! Look at all the lights!” Before he could stop you, you took off across the street to a park where a number of trees were festooned with lights.
“Y/N, wait!” He tore off after you. “The motel is this way!”
You were standing in front of the trees, a look of awe on your face. Sam let you look before grabbing your arm and pulling you in the other direction. The two of you walked for a while until the hotel came into view.
You leaned into him as you walked. “This is the best night ever. You know there’s no one I’d rather spend it with, right? Well, maybe Chris Hemsworth, but then you for sure.”
You leaned against the wall of the motel with your eyes closed and your head was thrown back while Sam hunted for his room key. “The whole world is spinning, spinning, spinning.” You told him in a singsong voice.
“I’ll bet it is,” Sam said with a grin, pulling out the key triumphantly. “Now let’s get you to bed.”“
“Bed! That’s a great idea! So you finally wanna have sex? It’s about time! I been waiting forever!” You told him loudly.
“What!?” He was so surprised, he dropped the keycard. He snatched it off the ground, and when he stood up, you were staring at him with a knowing grin on your face. “You know I like you, right?”
His hands tightened against your shoulders, and the words were out of his mouth before he even realized it. “Prove it.” He demanded.
You pressed into him, so close that he could feel the warmth of your body and smell the alcohol on your breath. You leaned in, locked your arms around his neck and yanked his head down to your level.
The kiss was sloppy and messy, a drunken dance of tongues and teeth, but Sam was rock hard and panting when you finally separated. “Y/N, your drunk off your ass. As much as I want to, and God knows I want to, I won’t take advantage of you when your this drunk. It’s not right.”
“What if I just took advantage of you, then?”
Another searing kiss had Sam’s head spinning, and your little hands were everywhere trying to undress him in the bitter cold. His resolve was weakening rapidly, when you suddenly pulled away and ran towards the parking lot, dropping to your knees and puking up six kinds of alcohol. The reindeer were done playing games. Wiping your mouth, you fell onto your back in the snow, having passed out right where you lay.
Sam sighed deeply and walked over to where you lay, blissfully unaware. He gently picked you up and carried you back toward the room. “Tomorrow morning, hungover or not, you and I are going to have a conversation that is way overdue, Y/N.”
So I’m currently obsessed with the song “Head High” by Alexander Jean and thought of an idea for a one-shot. The idea was that the reader is Jared’s wife and it’s the night of the concert at one of the cons. She tells him she doesn’t feel well and to go without her. He does but it’s not the same without her but she surprises him by singing this song with Jensen because she knows he’s been having a tough time lately. You can end it however you want. Thanks!
I love it! I’ll add this to the list!
Just,to clarify, on the night of the concert, Jared and the reader plans to sing Head High but Jared goes on the stage alone and then Jensen and the reader come out to sing the same song but it’s for Jared?
This fic was written for my own “Jen Said What?” Challenge. (for those who are curious, all the prompts are lines I have actually said to people in real life, and they are pretty funny.) There are loads left, so if you want to enter, click here for the master post. My prompt is: “Whose clothes are you wearing? I dunno. Where are your clothes? I dunno. What’s with all the questions?
“You, Sam Winchester, can go fuck yourself!” You shrieked furiously as you slammed out of the kitchen just as Dean was entering.
Dean looked his brother. “What did you do? She sounds really pissed.”
Sam didn’t look too happy either. “Do you see what she’s wearing?”
His brother couldn’t help but grin. “I like that dress. It shows off her....”
“I know!” Sam exploded. “She’s going out drinking with her friends tonight, and if she wears that, the guys will be all over her. All I did was tell her that she might want to wear something a little less revealing.”
Dean just shook his head. You big, stupid Moose. Tell me you didn’t tell her to change. You did, didn’t you?” When Sam’s face flushed, he had his answer. “You moron! And I bet you said something stupid like ‘don’t want them to get the wrong idea’.”
“Fuck you, Dean!” Sam snapped as he left the kitchen, Dean hot on his heels. There was no way he was missing this show.
You were halfway up the steps when they came out. “For the record, I think you look great,” Dean told you cheekily.
“Wait, Y/N, I didn’t mean....” Sam began.
You held up a hand. “I know exactly what you meant, Sam.” You snapped as you wrenched open the heavy door. “Don’t wait up.”
It was around two in the morning when you finally came home because Sam was still awake. When he heard you making a ton of noise, knocking things over and giggling he went to check on you. “Are you okay, Y/N?”
Your head was buried in the freezer, and you were rummaging around inside. “Found it!” You said happily as you began eating chocolate peanut butter ice cream right out of the container.
Sam instantly took notice that you were no longer wearing the very short black dress that clung to your chest and barely covered your ass. You were now wearing an Army sweatshirt and a pair of Kansas City Chiefs Sweatpants, both of which were several sizes too large for you.
“Are you okay, Y/N?” He immediately asked
“Peachy-fucking dandy, Why?” You responded with a mouth full of ice-cream.
“Whose clothes are you wearing?”
You looked down to check. “Huh. I dunno.”
Several scenarios went through Sam’s mind, none of which he liked. “Where are your clothes?” He said quietly, trying to stay calm.
“I dunno. What’s with all the fucking questions? Since when are you the fashion police? I’m dressed, aren't I? Get out of my face! I’m going to bed.” You threw the container of ice cream back in the freezer and slammed the door.
You tried to move past Sam, but he grabbed your arm. “Wait. We need to talk.”
“No, we don’t. Whatever it is, it can wait until I’m sober. Now get out of my way before I fucking stab you.” You darted around him and headed for your room before he could stop you.
Pairing: Sam X past reader, Sam X Ruby (currently)
A/N: Did you like the movie “The Parent Trap” as a kid? It is one of my favorite movies! I decided to write my own version, with a Supernatural twist, of course!
Summary: Mary Winchester and Annie Campbell meet at summer camp, and they quickly realize they look too much alike for it to be a coincidence. They are twins! Their parents, Sam Winchester and Y/N Campbell divorced 12 years before, each taking custody of one girl. Now Sam lives in California and Y/N in New York. The girls hatch a plan to bring their parents back together, but will Sam’s new fiancee ruin their plans?
A/N/N: The girls' thoughts are in italics
Mary
New York City was like nothing Mary had ever seen before. There were people everywhere, and the sounds and smells of the Big Apple were nothing like California. There was a frenetic vibe here that was completely different from anything on the West Coast.
“So Carlos has been asking me pretty much every day when you were coming home.” you told Mary conversationally. “He’s been pretty mopey since you’ve been gone.”
Carlos. He’s Annie’s friend that lives next door. I got this!
“He just missed having someone to walk to the garage with him,” Mary said lightly, looking to you for your reaction.
You grinned at her. “Well, someone has to make sure he doesn’t eat his Dad’s dinner on the way. He is a growing boy.”
Conversation flowed easily as the two of you sat in the snarl of traffic out of the airport. After what seemed like an eternity, the cab pulled up to a quaint, old building with dark marbled stairs worn smooth from years of feet, and tall narrow windows overlooking the street. Many of those windows held boxes filled with flowers, and Mary was enchanted. It was a scene right out of “West Side Story”, one of her favorite musicals.
She was struggling to drag Annie’s bag up from the curb when she felt a hand grab it. Whirling around in surprise, her eyes met those of a tall muscular boy and she froze for a second.
“ ‘bout time you’re back from wilderness prison!” He said with a smirk. “So I guess you didn’t get eaten by a bear, huh?”
Inside, Mary was panicking. Who is this? I think it’s Carlos., but I’m not 100% sure, so I’ll just play along until he clues me in. He’s cute, like really, really cute. I hope he IS Carlos.
“Yeah, you wish. I’ll try to get eaten by a bear next time,” she replied with Annie’s typical sass. “So, anything exciting happen while I was gone?” she couldn’t seem to stop staring at him.
“Nah, same old same old.” The boy replied with a shrug, still giving no clue to his identity.
As you headed up the front steps, you turned and spoke. “ I know how much you like my beef stew, Carlos. Why don’t you come over for dinner? I made it for Annie’s first dinner back.”
Carlos nodded. “Sure Ms. C. I just gotta let my Ma know.”
He carried the bag to the top of the steps, and Mary grabbed for the handle, accidentally taking his hand in hers. His hand was huge with long callused fingers. She yelped and dropped his hand like it was on fire, hoping that you didn’t notice the awkward moment.
You gestured towards your daughter. “Are you coming, or would you rather fight Carlos for your bag?”
“What? No! I’m right behind you.” Mary insisted.
“See you later, Carlos. Say hi to your Mom for me!” you called over your shoulder.
You were already on your way down the hall. Mary grabbed her bag and ran to catch up. She turned to look back. Carlos was still standing in the doorway staring after her, a confused look on his face.
The text message alert beeped on her phone, and Mary pulled it out of her pocket and scanned it quickly.
Dad has been “seeing someone”. She is coming to dinner tonight. Call to discuss. 11PM your time.
“Oh no!” Mary whispered. This could ruin everything! She quickly sent back a reply.
OK. Talk tonight. We need a plan.
Annie
The car headed up the long driveway and stopped in front of a sprawling split-level house. A large black and white dog came bounding out the door jumping around excitedly and barking. “Juliet, calm down you maniac!” A pretty blond woman said as she emerged from the house.
“Mary! Thank goodness you’re back! Finally another woman around here besides Juliet! I’ve missed you, Kid. Oh my god! Let me see your hair!” She took Annie’s hands, and Annie did an obligatory spin for her before she was pulled in for a hug.
“Hi, Donna! I missed you too!” Annie said as she hugged the housekeeper warmly. Mary had shared how close she was to Donna, and Annie could already tell she was going to like her.
“I LOVE it!” Donna pronounced. “So chic! Who cut it?” She asked as she fingered it.
“One of my bunk-mates,” Annie said offhandedly, not mentioning any names.
“Juliet sure missed you! She pouted in your room the whole time you were gone. Jules! Mary is home!” Donna called to the dog who was chasing something across the yard.
I am Mary. I am Mary. I am Mary.
“Hey, Juliet! Come here, baby!” Annie called, and the dog came running. Before Juliet reached her, she stopped in front of her and looked at Annie warily.
“Jules, it’s Mary! What is wrong with you?” Sam asked as he joined them.
Oh, crap! The dog knows I’m not Mary!
Annie ran to Juliet, fell to her knees, and hugged her. “I missed you so much! Do I smell like the woods?” She kissed Juliet’s head, and the dog licked her face once and trotted off. There was an awkward silence.
“That was weird.” Uncle Dean finally said after a moment. “Got anything to eat, Donna? I’m starving!”
“What else is new?” Donna grumbled. “I can make some sandwiches.” Come help me, Mary. I want to hear all about camp!” Donna held out her hand, and Annie grabbed it and headed toward the house.
“We’ll be up as soon as we get the bags from the car,” Sam told Donna and he and Dean headed back toward Dean’s car.
“So Dad’s been seeing someone? What’s up with that? Who is she?” Annie asked, looking behind her to see if Sam and Dean were coming.
“Don’t even get me started on her,” Donna said with a toss of her shoulder as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed sandwich fixings and put them on the counter.
“Come on Donna….spill it!” Annie whispered eagerly.
Donna sighed, seemingly wrestling with herself. “Okay, fine. He met her at some charity thing. Her name is Ruby. She is pretty, yeah, but she is so not his type! I know a gold digger when I see one. But your Dad’s been so lonely and he looks at her like she hung the moon.”
“Shhhh...Here they come!” Annie hissed.
“I hate airport food!” Dean exclaimed as he entered the kitchen, and Annie and Donna quickly separated. Annie tried not to look guilty.
“Well don’t eat too much, because I’m making a special dinner tonight.“ Donna reminded him, not looking happy about it.
Annie turned to Sam as he entered behind Dean. “So Dad? Who’s coming to dinner tonight?”
“And I’m outta here!” Dean said quickly, grabbing his plate and bolting from the kitchen.
“Coward!” Donna called after him. “I’m gonna give you two some privacy, I think.” She said as she gave Sam a telling look. “We’ll catch up later, okay, Mary?”
Annie nodded as she waited for her father to speak. He took a deep breath. “Mary, honey, you have been my whole world for as long as I can remember. But as fun, as that’s been, I’ve missed being with someone.”
I’ll try playing dumb, see where that gets me. Annie thought.
“But Daddy, you have lots of friends! And you always have Uncle Dean.” Annie said earnestly.
Sam frowned slightly. “I know, Mary. That’s not what I mean. I miss being with someone, romantically.”
Annie smiled sweetly. “But you were involved with someone romantically. My mother. But you never talk about her, do you?”
“Now Mary….” Sam began.
Annie stood up abruptly. “I’m gone two weeks, and you suddenly have a girlfriend? What’s next, we’re moving to Alaska? I can’t believe this, are you TRYING to ruin my life, Dad?” Throwing her plate in the sink, she started to yell to throw Sam off his game. “I bet you planned this whole camp thing to get me out of the way so you could shack up with your GIRLFRIEND while I was out of the way, didn’t you? DIDN’T YOU?”
Sam looked utterly gobsmacked. He had no idea what was happening. One minute they were having a normal conversation, and now Mary was screaming. What the hell was going on?
The next thing he knew, he was in the kitchen by himself, and he could hear Mary stomping up the stairs to her room. “I HATE YOU!” He heard her yelling.
Dean returned now that the coast was clear. “She seems thrilled about Ruby.” He deadpanned to his brother.
“I haven’t even told her yet,” Sam said quietly.
“What now?” Dean asked. “Then what was all the screaming about?”
“I don’t know, I really don’t. One minute I’m telling her I miss being with someone, then she brings up Y/N, then she’s screaming and stomping away.” Sam looked worried.
Dean sat down across from Sam, looking thoughtful for a moment. “She brought up Y/N? What did she say exactly?”
“Something about how I never talk about her, and then she accused me of sending her to camp to get her out of the way so I could “shack up” with Ruby. She’s never yelled at me like that before.” He scrubbed a hand over his face. “She sounded just like her.”
“Like who?” Dean asked, confused.
“Like Y/N,” Sam said sadly, memories washing over him.
“Better get used to it, man. She’s a teenager. Are you sure this dinner tonight is a good idea?” Dean questioned. “Maybe give her a day or two to simmer down.”
Sam shook his head. “I promised Ruby. We want to tell her tonight.”
Dean looked shocked. “Her first night home? Are you sure? Especially after this? She’s your daughter Sam, but if I were you, I would tell Ruby to slow down a little. If she wants you, Mary is part of the package too.”
“I hear what you're saying, but I want Mary to meet the woman I love, the sooner the better. She and Ruby will get along great, I know it.” Sam said stubbornly. Ruby had him under her spell, and Dean saw it, even if Sam couldn’t.
“It’s your funeral, dude,” Dean said finally. “ Maybe you should take Ruby and Mary out tonight? Someplace that’s neutral territory? Then they will both be on their best behavior, and me and Donna don’t have to be there.”
When you made it back to the tower, you found Dean eating with Cap, Tony and Nat. Cas was hovering nearby. As soon as Dean saw your face, his smile faded. “What?” he demanded.
“We caught a case,” you told him.
“A case of what?” Tony asked.
You rolled your eyes at him. “A CASE. Our kind of case. Monsters. In this case, Vampires.”
Cap looked surprised. “You found vampires in New York?”
“No, we found 3 dead bodies in 4 weeks, all with their necks torn out and drained of blood.”
“The man said the Vic smelled like the sewers to him, Dean,” you commented.
Dean finished chewing his food, and then pushed his plate away. “So are we working this or what?”
“But we don’t have our fake IDs or any dead man’s blood. And my best machete is in the trunk of the Impala,” you grumbled.
“Wait a minute, slow down. Dead man’s blood? What’s that for?” Tony asked.
“It’s like poison to vamps. It incapacitates them,” Sam explained.
“And the machete?” Steve questioned.
“The only way to kill vamps is to cut off their heads,” Dean stated matter-of-factly.
“Jarvis, I need everyone in here, pronto,” Tony said suddenly.
“Right away, Mr. Stark,” the AI replied.
“So what’s the big emergency?” Bruce asked when he arrived.
“Vampires,” Cap said shortly.
“What about them?” Clint asked, giving Cap a strange look.
“Apparently we have some,” Tony said quietly, looking at everyone in turn.
“Here, in the tower?” Bruce asked, looking like he couldn’t believe he was actually having this conversation.
Tony rolled his eyes. “No, in New York. How many degrees do you have again?”
Nat sat down at the table, looking over at Sam. “So we just need to chop their heads off, right? No big deal. Sounds like fun. Let’s go.”
“Look, guys, I don’t think you understand. Vampires are super strong, and super fast, with enhanced sight and hearing. If the Avengers show up, with Iron Man blasting stuff, and Hulk smashing everything, they will see us coming a mile away, and we’ll never find them.” Dean informed the group.
“So what do you suggest?” Tony asked. “Now that we know this stuff is real, we need to be prepared. You guys aren’t always going to be around to help.”
“I think one of you should come with us. We’ll show you the ropes. and you can teach the others.” you suggested.
“It should be me, obviously,” Tony stated as if it was a given.
“Why you? You’ll scare them all away with that loud suit of yours.” Nat said wryly, smothering a laugh.
“I have seen them before, both here and on Asgard,” Thor commented. “I should go.”
Everyone began to talk at once, arguing why they should be the one to go. The voices grew louder and louder until finally, Sam had heard enough. “Everyone shut up! Cap is going with us so you can stop arguing!”
“Why Him?” Tony couldn’t quite manage to hide his disappointment.
“Because we are fighting our own kind of war, and we need all the soldiers we can get,” Dean said grimly, nodding at his brother.
“We are going to need your help anyway, Stark. We don’t have any of our gear here, so it makes it hard for us to do our jobs.” You said in an effort to salvage Tony’s ego.
“What can I do?” He asked, already excited about the new adventure.
“Well. usually, we pose as FBI agents to get into the investigation and see what they have. We don’t have our fake IDs here, and we can’t walk in with Captain America, so that won’t work.” Dean said thoughtfully.
“So what’s plan B?” Nat asked.
“Tony, think you can pull some strings and get us in to see the body?”
While Tony went to call in some favors, Sam and Dean went with Clint and Nat to the armory to get some suitable weapons. I sat down with Cap to talk tactics.
“Okay Cap, a lot of what we do is sneaking around under the radar. Your uniform and your shield make you very recognizable. I’m afraid this time you’ll have to go incognito. Are you up for the challenge? Think you can go old-school?” I asked him with a mischevious wink.
“Y/N, I was born in 1918. Old-school is all I know.” Steve responded with a sheepish grin.
Sam and Dean returned with guns for all of us, and some machetes, the likes of which I had never seen. Dean was like a kid with a new toy. “Check these out, Y/N! They are made of vibranium. They are much lighter than ours, and ten times more lethal.”
I held out my hand, and Dean handed me one of the new machetes. It was remarkably well-balanced, and as I gave it an experimental wave, I marveled at how easy it cut through the air. “These vamps aren’t going to know what hit them,” I said happily.
Dean handed one to Steve, smirking a bit as he did so. “Think you can get by without your shield? It’s way too recognizable.”
“I’ll manage,” Steve said shortly, staring at the machete in his hand unhappily.
“You need some new clothes, Cap. You have to blend in with us. Do you have any flannel?” Sam asked hopefully.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” Steve told him. Sam and Dean grinned at each other.
“This should be interesting.” Clint said to Nat. “Let us know if you need us for anything.” He told us before he, Bruce and Nat left the room. Thor still remained, looking thoroughly annoyed at the whole situation.
My brother pulled me aside. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?” He asked worriedly.
“I’ll be fine. This is what we do. You don’t need to worry.” I reassured him, patting his shoulder.
Tony came back into the room a few moments later. “Okay, it’s done. The police commissioner owed me a favor. I got you in to see the body. You are consultants for Stark Industries. Pepper will have everything you need.”
A short while later, the four of us were dressed in business clothes, complete with Stark Industries IDs with fake names. Steve was disguised with glasses and a fake mustache that made him unrecognizable. It was incredible how fast Pepper worked.
As the car drove us to the morgue, we went through the routine with Steve. “Let us do the talking,” Dean told him.
“We are pretty accomplished liars,” I confirmed. “Just observe, follow our lead, take notes, stuff like that.”
“You know I fought in World War 2, right? This won’t be my first time seeing a dead body.” Steve informed us.
“We know, but you’ve never seen a body fed on by a vampire,” Sam told him grimly.
The harsh lights of the morgue were blinding as the attendant directed us to the correct table. “I’ll be in the other room. Just holler if you need anything.” She told us, giving Dean a flirtatious grin.
The four of us walked up to the gurney, and Sam quickly glanced at the toe tag to make sure we had the right person. “Danielle Myers, age 15. Yep, this is her.”
Dean pulled back the sheet covering the body, exposing her head and neck. Her neck was torn to pieces at the jugular, covered with multiple bite marks. Dean gestured Steve over. “Take a look. It’s definitely vampires, but they aren’t usually so messy when they feed. This looks like a feeding frenzy.”
Steve leaned in to get a closer look. “So what does that mean?”
“It means she was fed on by newly-turned vamps. When they are first turned, they can’t control themselves. All they want to do is feed, and they are crazy strong.” You told him.
“So we aren’t dealing with a single vampire, but multiple ones?” Steve reasoned.
“We are dealing with a nest. Newly turned vamps are very unpredictable. We have our work cut out for us.” Sam said quietly as he recovered the body with the sheet.
“So what now?” Steve asked as we left the morgue.
“We go back to the neighborhood and talk to some people where the body was found and see if the victims have anything in common,” Dean responded, holding the door for me.
We piled into the Impala as I handed everyone their fake FBI badges that Pepper had made up for us. Steve frowned at his. I could tell the whole lying thing wasn’t really sitting well with him.
“So, Captain America, are you ready to play FBI Agent?” I asked with a grin.
A/N: Well, kids…this is it..the end of the road. I am going to miss this story and these characters. Thank you so much for your comments and your support. It’s been great. This should tie everything up and answer all your questions.-Jen
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
Charlie and Mary Winchester entered the world on Election Day, eight weeks early. Despite being born premature, they weighed in at a respectable 5 lbs 5 oz, and 5 lbs 3 oz.
I had passed out in front of the motel where my father was holding me from a combination of extreme shock and pain. It turns out I had been having back labor all day and I didn’t know it. Mary was breech and showing signs of distress and my blood pressure was through the roof so they knocked me out and did an emergency c-section.
When I woke hours later groggy from the anesthesia the first face I saw was Sam’s.
“Hurts,” I whispered, my throat sore from the breathing tube.
“I know Sweetheart. They had to do a C-section.”
“Babies?” I croaked.
Sam grinned at me. “They are fighters just like their mom. They’ll be in the NICU for awhile, but they are doing great.”
I was struggling to stay awake, but the effects of the anesthesia pulled me under and my eyes slipped closed before I could ask about my mother.
When I woke again, Sam and Cas were in my room. They both looked exhausted.
“Hey, guys…” I said quietly, my voice still hoarse.
Both of them jumped to their feet at the sound of my voice. Cas reached me first. He looked horrible. His hair was a mess, his eyes were red-rimmed, and he looked as though he hadn’t slept in days.
“Cas is Mom okay? I heard a shot right before I passed out.”
He took a deep breath, glancing over at Sam who nodded slightly. “The gun went off accidentally when Mom and Greg were fighting for it. She was hit in the chest. It pierced her aorta. She’s…..she’s gone…..Y/N.” Tears slid down Cas’ face, and he turned away in an effort to try and compose himself.
“And my father?” I said in an emotionless voice.
Sam placed a hand on Cas’ shoulder and answered me since my brother seemed unable to speak. “When your father saw what had happened, he couldn’t handle it. He turned the gun on himself. I’m so sorry, Baby.”
“No! Mom can’t be dead!” I wailed. “She can’t be! She was protecting me! She was distracting him because she knew I was in labor and I needed a C-section! He wouldn’t let me go to the hospital! She was protecting me! She did it for me!” I collapsed into sobs, burying my face into Sam’s chest. He held me until I calmed down.
I held out a hand to Cas, and he took it. “She told him she wouldn’t allow the lives of her grandchildren to be put at risk over a silly vendetta. She got right in his face, then she told me to run. I owe my life to her.” Cas and I hugged for a long moment, both of us lost in our own memories of the proud, brave, complex woman that was Naomi Novak.
3 months later
Many things had changed since the tragic events of Election Day. Tomorrow John Winchester would be inaugurated as the new mayor of New York City. John’s reputation for honesty and integrity had really resonated with voters, and he had won the election by a large margin. I knew he would do a great job.
The twins did surprisingly well for being born almost two months early. The doctor said they were huge for preemies, and when he finally saw Sam he understood why. They spent two weeks in the NICU and came home without any problems.
Charles Castiel Winchester and Mary Naomi Winchester are the most beautiful babies I have ever seen, but I may be a little biased. Now we just need to get them on the same sleep schedule!
My mother was hailed as a heroine for saving my life and the lives of my babies. The hospital where she worked was expanding, and there was talk of naming a wing in her honor.
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.
Sam and I quickly realized that the brownstone was too small for our growing family. We are planning on putting it on the market and moving to Long Island. I wanted a house with a yard for the kids, a room I could turn into an art studio for me, and an office for Sam.
We had left very early for the inauguration because Sam knew there was a stop I wanted to make first. Cas and Meg had offered to keep the twins overnight so that we could attend the ball tonight, and we jumped at the chance.
“A night of uninterrupted sleep!” I said longingly.
Sam gave me that look I knew so well. “Oh, I don’t plan on sleeping.”
When we arrived, Sam stopped the car and looked at me. “Do you want me to come with you?” He asked.
“No, I’d like to go alone if that’s okay.”
I got out of the car and walked the short distance to my mother’s grave. I laid the bouquet of pink roses on the ground in front of the marker. They were her favorite. “Hi, Mom. Today John is being sworn in as mayor. I know how much you wanted the job. But my babies wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for your sacrifice. I will make sure Mary knows what a strong woman her grandmother was. Despite our ups and downs, I know you loved me.”
Wiping the tears from my eyes, when I returned to Sam I was smiling.
A/N: Warning for gun violence in this chapter FYI. Well we’ve come to the end of the road with this story. Thanks to everyone for your comments and your enthusiasm. There will be an epilogue after this, and then it’s on to the next story. Thanks for reading! Jen
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
It’s finally here. The day that has been the focus of the Winchester and Novak families for the past two years. Election day. Today is the that will decide it all. By the end of the night, we would know if all the back-stabbing, mud-slinging, and name-calling by my mother had been effective enough to win her the election.
John had flat out refused to stoop to her level. If he was going to be the mayor, he was going to do it the same way he did everything else, with honesty and integrity. I admired him for that.
This election had truly brought out the worst in my mother. She used every opportunity to bad mouth us in the press. The latest story she had concocted was that Sam had gotten me pregnant to trap me into marrying him. Seriously??
Sam was much better than me at ignoring my mother’s bullshit and laughing it off. I was hormonal and cranky and I usually just wanted to wring her neck on a regular basis. Cas was at a total loss. He told me on the phone the other day he had no idea who my mom was anymore.
“My best guess is she’s been replaced by an alien…..or a robot…” he joked.
“Or she’s just lost her damned mind,” I complained irritably.
“May the best man win,” Cas said seriously, and we both laughed.
“How are my niece and nephew doing?” he asked, trying to change the subject. He knew my mother was a very sore topic for me lately.
“Eight more weeks. My belly is so huge, I haven’t seen my feet in ages. Sam has to put my shoes on for me. They are gonna have to roll me into the delivery room, that’s how enormous I am.”
“Are you going to be able to go vote today?” He asked.
“Are you kidding? I’ll get to the polls today if I have to CRAWL there, Cas.”
For the past three months, I had been campaigning for John. I had come to every event that Sam and Dean had attended. The last one before the election had been the final debate between John and my mother. She had forbidden Cas and Meg from talking to me, a command they had promptly ignored.
She had glared at Sam all night, and she wouldn’t even look at me. During the debate she had taken so many thinly-veiled potshots at Sam I was ready to confront her then and there.
“It’s not worth it, Y/N,” Sam told me, enfolding me in his arms and holding me tight until I had breathed deeply and his scent had calmed me down. “She’s trying to provoke you. If I can let it go, so can you.”
We skipped the reception after the debate because these days I tired easily and that way I wouldn’t have to see her again.
John, Sam, Dean and I entered the polling place amid the flash of many cameras. It was time for the Winchester family to cast their votes for mayor. Somewhere across town, my mother, Cas, and Meg were doing the same thing. I handed the woman my drivers license and signed my name. I entered the voting booth and she closed the curtain behind me.
I did my voting for the other elections first and left mayor until last. I stood for a moment and looked at the names. John Winchester. Naomi Novak. I thought for a moment about how much this election had changed my life for the better.
I had gained an Alpha, a mate, and ultimately a husband, but more importantly, I had gained a family. And in a few months, I would have pups of my own. I would do my best to be a good mother and to always make sure they knew I loved them.
I look a deep breath, pressed the button, and exited the booth.
We were all spending the night at the Lowell Hotel in the city, where we would watch the election returns and hopefully celebrate John’s victory party. As fate would have it, Cas had told me they would be watching the returns with my mom from a suite at the Westin, which was just three blocks away.
The police had been unsuccessful in tracking down my father. He always seemed to be one step ahead of them. It was as if he knew they were looking for him. The letters and pictures had stopped, so I hoped that maybe he had left New York City altogether. I would be glad when this election was over and we could all get back to our regular lives.
Dean, Jo, Sam and John had gathered in the living room of John’s suite to eat and watch the early returns. I had decided to lay down for a bit because my back had been bothering me all day. Sam had offered to stay with me, but I told him to go on ahead.
“I just need to rest for a bit. Go get some food. You must be starving. I’ll be along shortly.”
I hadn’t even laid down yet when my text alert beeped.
Cas: Y/N: I need to talk to you. It’s important. It’s about your father. Can you meet me at the Starbucks at the end of the block in 10 minutes?
Y/N: Okay. I’ll see you in 10.
It didn’t even cross my mind to question Cas or to tell Sam where I was going. I’m such an idiot! I headed for the nearest elevator and was walking through the lobby and out the door of the hotel minutes later.
I was halfway to the Starbucks when I felt an arm reach out and grab me from the alley, something hard slam against the back of my head, and everything went black.
My head felt like someone had hit me with a baseball bat. When I opened my eyes fully and the room stopped spinning I realized I wasn’t alone. A man sat on the chair across from me watching me intently. There was something familiar about him, but I couldn’t quite place him.
Then it hit me. He was the man I had chased the day I had gotten hit by the car. And he had a gun pointed directly at me.
“Hello, Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you in person.” He told me. “Don’t try to run, I will use this if I have to.” He gestured towards the gun.
“You’re my father, aren’t you? Your the one who’s been sending me the letters and pictures?” I asked quietly.
“I’ve been watching you ever since I learned of your existence. After my parents sent me away, your mother sent word she’d miscarried. Lying bitch! All this time I had a daughter and I never knew it. She never once came to see me or answered any of my letters. All that lost time….”
My father had a manic, faraway look in his eyes. He was clearly off his meds and completely out of his mind. I had to try to talk him down and get out of here before he hurt me.
“I’m sorry for how my mother treated you. She has a habit of lying to people.” I said softly.
When someone knocked softly on the door at the far corner of the room I stiffened with fear and my eyes immediately flew to my father. What was he going to do? Shoot the person?
He got up at looked at me intently. “Do not move from that spot, “ he said, raising the gun in my direction threateningly. He walked over to the door and looked into the peephole.
I tried not to squirm too much in my seat because my back had really begun to hurt and the babies were moving all over the place. When I looked up and saw who my father had by the arm and was pulling towards where I was sitting my heart fell.
“Mom?”
Sam’s POV
“Y/N must have dozed off. I’m gonna go check on her. I want to make sure she eats something.”
It had been over an hour since Y/N said she was going to rest her back. We had all gotten caught up in the election returns and time had gotten away from us. I excuse myself and walked back to our room. The bed hadn’t been slept in, and the room was empty.
I immediately called her cell, and I got her voice mail. I was just about to go down to the lobby to see if she was there when my phone rang. I looked at the caller ID, expecting to see Y/N’s number, but it was Cas. Why was Cas calling me?
“Hello?”
“Sam, it’s Cas. My mother is missing. Do you know where Y/N is?”
I stood up at the sight of my mother and immediately doubled over in pain. The pain in my back had gotten unbearable. There was a sudden gush of warm fluid down my legs and my dress was soaked.
“I think my water just broke,” I whispered in a small voice. “It’s too soon! The babies aren’t due for another 8 weeks!”
My mother turned to my father. “I don’t know what this is, Greg, but your quarrel is with me, not Y/N. Let her go, and I will stay here.”
My father’s face contorted with rage. “NO! No one is leaving! We are finally together. Everyone stays. Naomi, you’re a doctor, you take care of her.”
“Can I lay her down, at least?” My mother asked.
He pointed the gun towards the couch, and she helped me onto it. “How far along are you?” she asked.
“32 weeks. Fraternal twins. A boy and a girl. My back……it hurts!” I muttered through gritted teeth.
“Why are you here, Mom?”
“I got a text saying I needed to come here right away alone because you were in danger and to tell no one or you would be killed.” She said miserably.
I immediately burst into tears. “I want Sam!” I moaned as the pain in my back had me curling into a fetal position on the couch.
My mother stood up and turned to face my father. “I’m sorry I lied to you! I’m sorry I kept Y/N from you! But I had no choice! You weren’t leaving the clinic, and Charles had threatened to take my son away from me if I left him. What choice did I have?” She demanded. “You need to let Y/N go! She is in labor!”
“You never visited me! You never even wrote me a letter! You just went on with your life as if I didn’t exist!” He bellowed, completely ignoring her comment about me being in labor.
This went on for hours. My parents fighting, and me on the couch, my pain getting worse and worse. My mother continued to beg my father to let me go, but he refused.
“I haven’t done a pelvic exam since medical school, Y/N, but I need to see how far along you are in case I need to deliver these babies, okay?” My mom finally asked in a gentle voice I had never heard her use with me.
I nodded. My Mom washed her hands and cleaned them with hand sanitizer. She examined me quickly and turned to my father. “You need to let her go, NOW! One of the babies is breech. She won’t be able to deliver without a C-section.”
“No.” My father said simply.
“This is your daughter and your grandchildren, Greg. Whatever grudges you hold against me, none of this is her fault. End this NOW!” My mother demanded, her eyes blazing with fury.
My pain got worse and worse. My mother continued to monitor me as my father paced, muttering to himself. My mom leaned over me. “Listen carefully, Y/N. Do you think you can run?”
“What?” I whispered, “Why?”
“I am going to distract him and try to get the gun away. You need to get out of here and get to a hospital. There is no way that baby can be born without a C-section, it’s completely turned, I felt its feet. When I say run I want you to go as fast as you can and don’t come back no matter what. Can you do that?”
“But Mom, I don’t know if I can. What about you?” I whispered.
“I’ll be fine. I’m going to help you sit up now.” She helped me to a sitting position and I moaned in pain. “Wait for my signal.” She told me, and in a rare show of affection, she kissed me on the forehead.
My mother stood up, threw her shoulders back, and Dr. Naomi Novak was in the room. ‘Greg, you are going to let Y/N go RIGHT NOW! I will not have the lives of my grandchildren put at risk because of some silly vendetta!” She got right in his face.
“Sit down, Naomi.” He told her coldly.
My mother reached out and attempted to wrench the gun from his hands, they began to wrestle for control of it. “Run, Y/N!” My mother screamed.
I took off as fast as I could, completely disassociating myself from the pain in my body. I wrenched open the door at the end of the hall and flew through it just as the gunshot sounded. I took a few steps before my legs gave out and I fell to my knees. The pain was overwhelming. I never even heard Sam bellow my name before I blacked out.
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.
