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 advisors 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
I didn’t hear a single word of the debate. Not one damn word. I hope no one asks me anything about it. Every time I sneak a glance over at Sam he is looking at me, and he looks pissed. I know there is nothing aside from my actual death that will get me out of the reception afterwards. I am so screwed.
Finally the torture ends and we are able to leave. The reception is being held at a hotel down the street. A staff member ushered my mother, Cas, Meg and I into a waiting car.
“I think that went really well, Mom.” Cas said. “What do you think, Y/N?”
“I…..um…..” I stammered.
“She has no idea, because she didn’t pay attention to any of it, did you?” My mother snapped.
“Mom……” Cas said in a warning tone.
I sat up straighter. “Look, you wanted me here, so I’m here. And your still not happy.”
My mother gave me an appraising glance. “You could’ve at least pretended to listen.”
“Can we please just try and get along for one night?” Meg said softly, ever the peacemaker.
I didn’t say another word for the rest of the drive.
it took me like three years but i finally got a commission from @johannathemad !!! she was sweet enough to do some Yorkalina fanart for me and I absolutely have not stopped screaming since I saw it, holy shit
Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Castiel Novak, Meg Masters, Reader
Sam has had a crush on the reader for ages but won’t act on it. Dean tricks Sam into going to a Christmas party knowing you’ll be there and gets him drunk. Will Sam finally make a move?
“Your going and that’s final.” Dean Winchester said to his brother Sam, crossing his arms stubbornly.
Sam gave Dean his classic bitch face. “I hate Christmas parties, Dean, and you know it. Besides, they are all your friends. I won’t know anyone.”
“Jo will be there, so will Cas and Meg. You know them. And there will be tons of booze. You can get shit-faced.”
‘Fine. I’ll go. Now will you quit bugging me?”
“Whatever, Dude. Stop being such a baby.” Dean said, walking from the room. He pulled out his cell and dialed a number he knew as well as his own. Looking behind him to make sure Sam wasn’t nearby, he whispered, “Hey Jo. Okay, Sam’s in. So your sure you can get Y/N to come? Great. See you Friday.”
Request: (by @angelinabisognin) Could you do a dean x reader. Where the reader is Jo’s sister but hasn’t seen Dean since she was like four years old
Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam Winchester, Jo Harvelle, Ellen Harvelle
Warning: none because it’s literally just a lot of fluff and a fun one shot/imagine
Words: 3269 (it turned out longer than I had intended it to be)
A/N: I had a lot of fun with this request and I hope ya’ll like it. My inbox is open for requests so don’t be shy to ask for anything other than that enjoy
“No, you’re playing it the wrong way!” you had
shouted at Dean, taking your Barbie out of his hands. He was sitting there with
a confused look on his face, staring at your Barbie.
“Why? My soldiers came to rescue her!” Dean
shouted right back at you trying to snatch your Barbie away. Dean wanted your
Barbie to be saved by his soldiers, defeating the plastic dragon but that was
not how it worked.
“But my princess Barbie can fight on her own!
Your soldiers can help her!” you defended the honor of the blond doll with a
bob cut you had done yourself. It would’ve been silly to fight monsters with
Now Dean laughed at you, “Girls can’t fight,
(Y/N)! Everyone knows that.” He had said. That wasn’t true and you knew it.
Your dad always told you how good your mom could fight, that’s why he always
made sure to not make her angry. You were sad that Dean thought this was.
When your father had left you with Bobby to go
fight monsters with Sam and Dean’s dad you had been excited to see the green
eyed boy sitting on the living room carpet, you wouldn’t have to play alone
Sam was very cute and chubby but Dean was far
more interesting because he could talk and play with you. You didn’t care that
he was a boy or that Dean was two years older than you, his eyes were so green
that when you had met him you straight up told him that he was very pretty.
Dean seemed to be a nice boy and you thought
that his plastic soldiers would be a big help at defeating the dragon but now
he was being mean. “Girls can fight! I can prove it to you!” you argued with
Dean, your Barbie and the plastic soldiers forgotten.
“Well how?” Dean had asked, he was still
laughing at you and you didn’t like that so you did what your dad had told you.
You punched Dean right in the nose. Dad had told you that bad people had to be
punished so you did just that.
Dean stared at you like you had grown wings. He
didn’t move or say anything he just stared. Then you noticed that a red liquid
was oozing out of his nostril. You gasped, you didn’t want to make Dean bleed
you had just wanted to show him he was wrong.
After that you had called for Bobby, afraid you
had seriously injured Dean and now he was going to die. But Bobby assured you
that with some paper towels stuffed up Deans nose and a pack of ice, Dean would
be on his feet in no time.
You went to your room, Barbie and dragon in
hand. It was too hard to look at Dean, he was like this because of you and you
felt guilty but you were also still angry with him. He would come to you if he
wanted to talk eventually until then your Barbie would fight off the dragon on
But it got boring very soon and just as you
wanted to go downstairs you heard the door to your room open. You saw Dean
standing in the doorframe, ice pack in one hand and his plastic soldiers in the
He came in and sat next to you. “(Y/N)?” his
voice was small and unsure, “I wanted to say sorry. Girls can fight, or you can
at least! Uhm my soldiers were wondering if they were allowed to help your
Barbie defeat the dragon?”
This was okay, Dean said sorry and that was
what you had wanted. You leaned over and kissed Dean on his cheek and just as
you were wondering why his face was so red all of a sudden the dragon attacked
again but with the help of Dean’s soldiers he was defeated.
passed since you had seen Dean, yet this was one of the clearest memories you
had. Even though you had only been four years old you could recall every single
detail that never failed to make you smile any day.
These pills you used to make me take, they never fucking worked These swollen eyes, they say it all. the salt that makes them burn You say im nothing without you here, but let me tell you now I’m in this mess, this rugged hole just to make you proud