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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Three)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Gif by @riverdalebish

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

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As you walked to school the next morning, you looked around at the small town of Riverdale. The walk was a little more than half a mile and you had left early in order to get a head start. You pulled your school schedule from your jacket pocket, rereading it again. You tried to memorize it, not really keen on looking like the clueless new kid roaming the halls. You would be a perfect target for someone to rush over and try and help you. And you didn’t want that. They may mean well, but you weren’t there to make friends. As soon as your brothers and Castiel figured out how to get home, you were out of there. Best not to get close to anyone in the meantime. Despite your intention to memorize your schedule, you found yourself staring off into space as you walked, replaying the events of the previous night.

You had arrived back at the motel a little over two hours after you had left it. When you returned, your brothers and Castiel were waiting for you anxiously. Dean had gotten you your favorite food, Chinese takeout, but you weren’t in the mood for it. Before you could mumble out a “No, thanks,” Sam held out a motel key for you. You were confused until he told you that they rented out the room next door for you. Just for you. Said that you probably didn’t want to be cramped up in a room with your brothers and an angel. You took the key with a silent “thank you,” gathering your backpack (which had been filled when you were gone with the supplies Dean and Cas got you,) and walked out of the motel room without another word, ignoring the bag of Chinese food in Dean’s hand. When you entered the room next door, you saw that a wide variety of tank tops and tee shirts along with three pairs of jeans and multiple plaid jackets were all folded up on your bed.

Castiel.

Castiel knew what had happened with you. Why you were gone for the last year. He didn’t tell Sam or Dean about it, and he didn’t ever question you about it. And for that you were thankful. When you were ready, if you would ever be ready, he would be there to talk to you. In the months since you’d been back, he’d do little things for you, whether it was making your bed or trying to cook you your favorite food every once in a while. In this case, it was getting you clothes for the days or even weeks that would follow. You debated going back into your brothers’ motel room to thank the angel, but decided you’d just tell him tomorrow instead. You kicked your shoes off, and gently placed all the folded up clothes on the ground so they wouldn’t get messed up as you slept. You crawled under the covers, sleep quickly claiming you.

You sighed as you recalled the way you had snapped at Sam the night before. You knew he was only trying to help. But you didn’t want help. You didn’t need help. If you could handle what you went through in the last year, you could handle the aftermath.

But could you?

Eventually you came to the front of Riverdale High, stopping and looking at it and all the kids hanging out outside of it. You took a deep breath and continued on, walking through the doors. Immediately you felt everyone’s eyes on you as you entered the main hallway. You held your head high and marched onto your first class which was English. The bell rang just as you walked into the class only to find that everyone was in their seats. All the students quieted down, looking at you. Before you could look around to see who was in your class, the teacher called your name.

“Hello there! Y/N, right?” she asked.

You nodded. The older woman smiled brightly as she got up and made her way over to you.

Don’t touch me, don’t touch me, don’t touch me—

She reached out and gently held your arm.

Oh God, why?!

“Welcome to Riverdale, sweetheart,” she said softly.

You forced a smile for her although it looked more like a grimace and she turned to the class.

“Class, this is Y/N Winchester. She’s new so I expect you to do your best to make her feel welcome here,”

She turned back to you again.

“Y/N, why don’t you take a seat next to Jughead over there?”

You furrowed your brows.

Jughead?

Your teacher pointed to an empty seat in the back and it was only then that you saw the familiar blue-green eyes staring back at you from the seat next to it.

Oh, not him!

You internally groaned as you made your way over to the empty chair, making sure to avoid eye contact with this kid, this… Jughead. You took your seat, forcing your eyes to stay on your teacher. Why did you have to be seated next to the one and only guy at Riverdale High who couldn’t stop staring at you at that diner?

English class was a slow blur, but you managed not to look at Jughead the entire time. The bell rang and you had just put your notebook away when you heard a voice next to you speak.

“Hey, Y/N, right?”

You sighed, closing your eyes. You really did not want to deal with this today. Or any day for that matter. You placed your pencil case in your backpack, zipping the bag up.

“How can I help you?” you responded coolly, not bothering to look up at the boy.

“Actually, I was going to ask how could I help you?” he offered.

At his comment, you looked up at the standing teen from your chair.

“What?” you asked bewildered.

Jughead smirked.

“Your next class. Need someone to show you around?” he asked.

You quickly shook your head.

“No,” you said bluntly as you got up, swinging your bag over your shoulder. “I got a map,” you lied. “I can figure it out myself.”

Jughead’s smirk fell at your tone and he rose his eyebrow.

“Are you sure? I mean, it can get a little—”

“Positive,” you said, cutting him off. “Thanks anyway.”

With that, you walked out of the classroom, not bothering to look back. You felt a little guilty at your brazenness but quickly pushed it aside. What did it matter anyway? You’d be leaving this town, this universe soon enough. What was the point in making friends now?

You had managed to get to the majority of your classes without any problems. You had been late by a couple minutes to your Chemistry class, but had gotten a free pass since it was your first day. Before you knew it, it was lunchtime and you were outside, looking for a place to sit. Ignoring the people staring at you from the lunch tables, you walked over to a small oak tree. Putting your backpack down, you took a seat against the tree, pulling out from your bag an apple Sam had given you for lunch and Oedipus Rex from your mythology class. You had just opened the book and taken a bite out of your apple when you heard someone make their way over to you.

“This seat taken?” the familiar voice asked, pointing the spot in front of you.

Oh, hell no.

You looked up at the smirking sophomore in disbelief.

This guy just didn’t know when to stop.

“Are you looking to get hit or something?” you asked, glaring at him. “Because I can help you with that.”

Jughead rolled his eyes.

“Nah, that’s more of Archie’s job.” he joked, and turned around to point with his free hand at the table of teens that were in the diner yesterday staring at you.

They were still staring at you, except this time they smiled at you.

“See? He’s the one wearing the letterman jacket.”

You didn’t return their smiles and instead looked back down at your book.

“He looks like a douche.” you said.

Jughead snorted.

“You’re not exactly wrong there,” he agreed. “But he’s still a good person. So are Betty and Veronica. You’d like them if you gave them a chance.”

“I’m not here to make friends.” you answered back.

“Does this mean I can’t sit here then?” he questioned.

You looked at the teen again, eyeing him up and down.

You sighed.

“You gonna stare at me again like you did yesterday?” you asked.

Jughead chuckled.

“You gonna let me?” he asked back.

This time you smirked, the corners of your mouth turning up for the first time all day.

“Touché.” you said and nodded towards the patch of green grass in front of you.

Jughead took the offer, sitting down.

“This doesn’t make us friends. “ you quickly clarified.

Jughead bit back a grin and settled for a straight face instead.

“I understand.”

You nodded and silence enveloped the two of you. You turned your gaze back to your book, hiding your smile behind the pages.

Maybe one friend wouldn’t hurt.

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A/N: Next chapter she meets the gang! That’s where the real fun begins. ;) Any theories of what the reader’s secret is? I feel like I might’ve made it too obvious, but oh well! As always, hope you enjoyed it, and please send me feedback!!

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Winchesters in Riverdale (Part Four)

After a hunt gone wrong, Y/N Winchester, the 17 year old half-sister of Sam and Dean Winchester, her older brothers, and Castiel are transported to Riverdale, a town in a different universe. While Sam, Dean, and Castiel attempt to find a way back home, Y/N struggles to fit in in community of Riverdale. In a universe with no monsters to worry about, there’s so many questions that need answering.

Can she ever try to be normal after hunting for all of her life? Who’s the good-looking, mystical teen with the beanie who’s always at that diner? And will anyone discover that secret she’s been hiding for the last year and a half?

Prologue

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying this series so far! That is all. xD

Riverdale gif by @stefan-salvatores

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In the seventeen years you had been alive, there was only time where you felt at peace. One time you felt truly, truly happy. That moment was fourteen months ago. In your bed. Lying next to Kevin.

Kevin brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and you snuggled into the warmth of the bed, looking up at him. The two of you just stared at each other, as if you were trying to memorize every detail of the other.

“Do you really have to go?” you nearly whispered, breaking the silence.

Kevin smiled sadly.

“What do you think?” he asked back.

You snorted softly, cupping Kevin’s cheek with your palm.

“I just… I love you, Kevin.” you said.

Kevin smiled softly.

“I love you too, Y/N.” he said.

You smiled and they both leaned in to meet each other with a passionate kiss. You pulled away and felt your eyelids start to droop. Kevin chuckled.

“Trying to stay up? After…” he trailed off, smirking at you.

You chuckled, blushing slightly as you remembered what the two of you finally did fifteen minutes ago.

“I don’t want to miss a single moment with you.” you answered truthfully.

Kevin placed another soft kiss on your lips again.

“Come here,” he said, holding the covers up slightly.

You moved closer to him and turned around, your back pressed against your boyfriend’s bare chest.

“I’ll always be here, okay? Even when you can’t see me,” he said.

You felt tears in your eyes but blinked them away. Tears could come later. You felt him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He kissed your shoulder lightly.

“Close your eyes. I’ll be here when you wake.” he whispered and you nodded, quickly drifting off, Kevin’s warm arms around you.

The cold bed was what woke you eight hours later.

“What are you thinking about?” Jughead asked, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm?”

The school day had ended and the two of you were now walking to Pop’s. Jughead had offered to buy you a milkshake and you couldn’t refuse. A Winchester and free food? Come on.

“You seemed pretty deep in thought there for a minute.” the raven-haired teen said.

“Oh,” you said, letting out a forced chuckle. “Just some stuff on my mind, that’s all.”

That wasn’t exactly a lie.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Jughead asked.

You shook your head.

“Not particularly.” you said.

That was.

Jughead nodded and dropped the subject, the two of you entering a surprisingly comfortable silence as you finished the walk to Pop’s. You walked into the diner and took your seat at one of the booths as Jughead placed your order. He soon joined you and the two of you got into a heavy debate about 70s and 80s bands.

“Nuh uh!” you cut in. “Zeppelin wins every time! Don’t you remember “Stairway to Heaven?” Talk about iconic songs.”

Jughead scoffed.

“How about Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man,” huh? Or even—”

“Jughead!” a voice called from behind you.

You turned around to see the very nicely dressed black-haired teen from earlier at lunch making her way over to the two of you, the jock and the blonde girl following her.

Jughead gave you an apologetic expression before looking back up at the “fancy” teen.

“Veronica.” he acknowledged.

The girl, Veronica apparently, looked at you and smiled widely.

“Hey!” she greeted. “Got room for three more of us?”

Jughead turned his gaze back to you, ready for you to instantly say “no.”

But you didn’t.

You looked back to Veronica with a genuine smile on your face.

“Sure, why not?” you asked as you scooted over.

Veronica beamed as she took a seat next to you, Jughead looking at you with surprise. He had expected you to boot her out of there. The other two teens that were with Veronica squished in next to Jughead, forcing him to the corner of the booth.

“Veronica Lodge.” Veronica said, holding her hand out for you.

“Y/N Winchester.” you said as you took it, shaking it.

You turned to the jock who called himself “Archie Andrews” and the blonde who called herself “Betty Cooper.”

“Nice to meet you guys.” you said.

“You too.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Veronica looked back and forth between you and Jughead.

“So…” she began. “What were you guys talking about?”

And the game was afoot! Well… the debate was. Although this time, Jughead was outnumbered. Betty and Veronica had taken your side in the musical argument while Archie had taken Jughead’s. After listing countless songs and albums, you looked outside only to see it was dark. Your eyes widened as you realized you had been at the diner for hours.

“Oh, son of a bitch,” you cursed. “I need to get home. My brothers are—”

The front door swinging open abruptly interrupted you, making you quickly turn around. You sighed in relief once you realized it wasn’t Sam or Dean, but rather Castiel. Castiel quickly scanned the diner before his eyes met yours and he began to walk over to you.

“Damn.” you muttered as you faced forward again.

“What?” Veronica asked. “What’s—”

“Do you have any idea what time it is?” Castiel asked you as he reached the booth, unintentionally making the other teens jump.

You sighed as you pushed your hair back.

“No,” you answered truthfully. “I don’t. I was talking with my friends. Just got carried away.”

The Core Four (except Veronica who was positively radiating) smiled softly at you calling them your “friends.” Castiel sighed.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said to the other teens, his annoyed tone changing to apologetic. “But Y/N’s brothers want her home.”

“Yeah, of course.” Veronica said as she slid out of the booth so you could get out.

You waved goodbye to everyone, but your gaze lingered on Jughead just a moment longer.

“See you guys at school,” you said. “And Jug? Thanks for the milkshake. See you in English?” you asked.

Jughead smirked.

“Of course.”

You smiled at his words before you followed Castiel out of the diner, the two of you walking in silence. After a few minutes, the angel spoke.

“I-I truly am sorry for disrupting time with your new friends, Y/N.” he apologized.

You gave a small smile to the angel.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I understand.”

Castiel nodded.

“It’s Sam and Dean. They were just afraid that you…” he trailed off.

You finished his thought in your head anyway.

They were afraid that you ran away again.

“I get it,” you said before stopping. “And Castiel?”

The angel stopped as well, turning towards you.

“I-I never thanked you for what you did for me. For sticking by my side for the last year. For being there. Just… thank you.”

Castiel’s expression softened.

“It’s… no problem.” he managed to say.

You nodded and the two of you continued the walk back to the motel in comfortable silence.

“Castiel,” you called as you looked up, your voice shaky.

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to keep your trembling hands steady. You sat on the side of your bed, unable to stand, your leg involuntarily bouncing up and down.

“I need you to help me.”

A beat of silence. Then you heard the sound of wings rustling.

“What is it?” the familiar gravelly voice asked, appearing in front of you.

You quickly got up, opening your mouth only to have no sound come out.

“Y/N, you look pale. Are you alright?” the angel asked.

You shook your head.

“Cas, I need you to do something for me,” you began. “But you need to swear not to tell Sam or Dean. No matter what the outcome.”


“Y/N, of course, what—”

“No, I need to hear you say it. That you promise not to tell them, Castiel. Please. They can’t know.” you begged.

Castiel nodded, looking at you with concern.

“I promise,” he said. “What can I do?”

You took a deep breath, looking down.

“Okay. I… Um…” you began. “I-I need you to get me a pregnancy test.”

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A/N: Y’ALL KNOW HOW I LOVE MY KIDFICS. ;) Hope you enjoyed! Send me feedback!

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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, Beta! 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.”

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