#bohowitch

I grabbed the cheesy tiara and yanked it off my head.  “”Shut up!  I look ridiculous and you know it!  They forced me to wear this. I didn’t want any of this.”  When I finally was able to look him in the eye, I saw his kaleidoscope eyes were burning as he looked at me. He was in full Alpha mode. 

“So who is the lucky guy?” He asked.

I sighed. I so did not want to have this conversation with him.  “His name is Eric.  His father is Alpha of the Whitehall Pack.”

“Oh really?” Sam said in a neutral voice.  How convenient. So you marrying this Eric will surely help your Dad keep peace with the Whitehall pack.  There’s been bad blood between the packs for years, hasn’t there?”

“I shouldn’t be talking to you about this,” I said quietly.  I looked over at the dance floor.  The girls were still dancing.  “I shouldn’t be talking to you at all.”

“Why not?” Sam asked eyebrow raised.  “We’re old friends.  Can’t I buy you a drink to celebrate your impending nuptials?”

“Old friends, is that what we are?” I snorted.

“It’s simpler than “The guy who your father ran out of town”, isn’t it?” Sam said mockingly.   “Now, how about that drink?” He said.

“I guess so.  One drink.  I have to be careful.” I said cautiously.

“Of what?” He asked curiously.

“I don’t want word to get back to my father or uncle that I was with you,” I said nervously.

“Still letting Daddy run your life, I see,” Sam commented as he drank his beer.

“Why did you come back, Sam?” I asked tersely.

I got a job in the DA’s office.  I bought the old Fitzgerald house with my brother. He’s a cop now, a detective.”

“You could have gotten a job anywhere.  But why here? Why now?” I said irritably.

Sam didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked at me, his hot gaze burning into me until I began to squirm uncomfortably.  He smelled so good it was making my mouth water.

He answered my question with a question.  “Do you love him, Y/N?”

I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes away from his.  “Of course not.  My father is making me marry him.”

“So then there’s still time,” Sam whispered.

“Time for what?” I asked.

“Time for me to show you that you should be mine.” 

I looked at him in astonishment.  “Are you insane? I am getting married in 3 weeks!  My father will KILL you if you try anything. Thanks for the drink, Sam.  It was good to see you.” I picked up my tiara from the chair and headed off in search of my friends.

I joined my friends on the dance floor, pretending all the while that I didn’t feel Sam’s eyes watching every move I made.

Steph and I went to the bathroom together, and once she made sure we were alone, she whispered to me, “Alright, spill it! I saw you talking to Sam Winchester.  Do you have a death wish, Y/N?  You had better hope that Kerry didn’t see it, you know she will go running right to Eric.”

“I literally ran into him, Steph.  It wasn’t planned.” 

“What did he say?” She persisted.

“He asked me if I loved Eric,”I whispered sadly.

“He did NOT!  What did you say?” she demanded.

“I told him the truth.  You know I am a terrible liar. Then He said I should be his.” A tear trickled down my cheek when I said this.

Steph looked shocked.  “Oh, honey! What are you going to do?

“I don’t know,” I admitted weakly.

Kerry hadn’t said anything, so I assumed she didn’t see me talking to Sam and I breathed a sigh of relief.  The next evening I was eating dinner with Dad and Uncle Michael when Dad said out of the blue. “So I hear that Sam Winchester and his brother have moved back to town.  They bought the old Fitzgerald place.”

“Really,” I said vaguely.

“How was your bachelorette party, Y/N? It was at Costello’s, right?” He asked.

“Yes.  It was fun.”

“I had lunch with Mike Costello today.  He mentioned that he saw you and Sam Winchester talking at the bar during your party.” He said nonchalantly.

Dammit! My father had spies everywhere in this stupid town! I rolled my eyes dramatically.  “Yes, Dad. I did talk to Sam.  He’s an old friend.  He bought me a drink to congratulate me on my wedding.  We haven’t seen each other in ten years.  That was it!  Can we please be done with the third degree?”

My Dad nodded and turned to Uncle Michael.  “I think we should extend an invitation to both Winchesters to join the pack.  A strong Alpha and a lawyer to boot? He would be an asset.  We could help him get settled.  Help him find a mate.  Show him there are no hard feelings.”

Uncle Michael looked from me to my father, the smallest ghost of a smile on his face.  “Okay, Luci.  I’ll take care of it.”

On the surface, my father sounded kind and civilized, but I could read between the lines.  He was really saying, “I’m watching every move that he makes, little Omega, and I won’t hesitate to eliminate him if he interferes with my plans in the slightest.

I had been warned.  For Sam’s own safety, I needed to warn him to stay away.

I had plans after dinner to go over to Steph’s to talk about wedding stuff. I just had to make a pitstop first. Dad was in his office with Uncle Michael when I breezed in with my wedding binder, stacks of wedding magazines, and tuxedo catalogs. “Don’t forget you two, your fittings are Tuesday. You CANNOT cancel, Dad. I MEAN it.”

“Sounds like she has your number, Luci.” Michael said with a grin.

“Bossy little ‘mega, isn’t she?” Your father teased. “Tell Stephanie not to spend all my money.”

“Bye Dad. Bye Uncle Michael.”

I parked a few houses away from the Fitzgerald house and walked just to be safe. It was all lit up so I knew they were home. I knocked on the door timidly.

The door opened, and a gorgeous guy with startling green eyes stood in the doorway. One sniff told me he was a Beta. A strong Beta but a Beta nonetheless.

Well, Hello. Please tell me your our neighbor coming to visit?“ He said with a hopeful look.

“Nope, sorry. I’m Y/N, Y/L/N. I’m here to see Sam. Is he here?” I could help smiling at his crestfallen look.

He looked surprised. “YOUR Y/N? I didn’t recognize you. Damn you grew up! Figures, hot girl at the door and She’s here to see Sam.”

Hey Dean. Nice to see you again.“

Dean turned and yelled up the stairs. “Hey Sammy. You have company.”

When Sam saw it was me, he smiled. “Send her up, Dean.”

I headed upstairs to where Sam was unpacking boxes. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt which stretched tightly across his broad chest. My mouth went dry at the sight of him as his scent overwhelmed my senses.

“It took me much longer to get you into my room when you were 17,” Sam commented, arms crossed as he watched me.

“You were helping me with my homework, smart-ass,” I said dryly.

“Homework was the last thing on my mind. I may have only been 19, but I knew what I wanted, even back then.” He said, eyes locked with mine.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” Sam asked quietly.

“My father has spies everywhere. One of them saw us talking at the bar. I came to warn you, Sam. My father is watching you. Please stay away from me. I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.”

“I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not afraid of your Father. He forced me to leave you once, I won’t let him do it again!” “I didn’t have much to offer you when you were 17, but that’s not the case now.  If he wants to fight, I’m ready.“

Please…..don’t.” I said weakly as his long fingers grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.

“Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you and I’ll stop. Just tell me.”

He saw the answer reflected in my eyes and with a groan his lips captured mine. I let myself fall into his arms for a moment, relishing the feel of his powerful arms around me.

For a brief moment, it didn’t matter that I was about to marry someone else. I could pretend we were teenagers again, young and in love, with our whole lives ahead of us.

I tore my lips away and rested my forehead against his, trying to calm my racing heart.  “I need to go, Sam.  And you need to stay away. Dad’s thinking of asking you and Dean to join the pack. Then he would have 24-7 access to you.  You would answer to him for everything.  Don’t do it.” I pleaded,

“There is much more pleasant begging I want to hear coming from that pretty mouth of yours, Omega.” Sam said gruffly.

I stamped my foot, I was so frustrated at his cavalier attitude. “I have to go. I’m in too deep already.”

I turned to walk away, but Sam reached out a long arm and pulled me against him and whispered,  “When I’m buried balls-deep inside you, then it will be deep enough.“  I twisted free, cheeks flaming.

I flew down the steps past a surprised Dean, Sam’s mocking laugh following me out the door.

Part 2