Knights of the Round Table. Had all of King Arthur’s knights, and they were all on the quest for the Holy Grail. And I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and, and, and he was kneeling, and— and light streaming over his face, and— I remember… thinking, uh, I could never go on a quest like that. Because I’m not clean. I mean, I w— I was just a little kid. You think… maybe I knew? I mean, deep down, that— I had… demon blood in me, and about the evil of it, and that I'm— wasn’t pure?
Summary: Jessica is relieved that you and Sam got back safe, and the brothers’ reunion with their father doesn’t go as you expected Words: 4.5k Dean x Reader, Sam x Jess Warnings: episode-related injury
A/N: this is part of my ‘Jess never died’ rewrite, find the masterpost here Beta: @blacksiren
Jess was so relieved to see you when you eventually got back to the motel that she started to cry the second you opened the door.
She rushed over to you, pulling you into a rough hug and burying her face in your neck. You were certain you smelled terrible after your time trapped in a cage, but she didn’t mention it or seem to care when her tears were falling onto your shoulder.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you soothed, hugging her back and stepping the two of you to the side to let the brothers into the room. “Jessy, I’m here, we’re here, we’re okay.”
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.
Remember how big of an asshole Dean was when he was a demon? And how his love for Sammy couldn’t even overcome it? Now just imagine how profound Meg’s feelings for Cas had to be in order for her to admit that she fell in love with him and that he was her Unicorn