#humanandangel

Reader’s POV

Since I was in the dark most of the time,  I had no idea how long I had been here.  Whenever I heard the sound of that door opening in the distance, I froze in terror, fearful that Eric was returning to hurt me.  But he hadn’t been back.

Tess had been down another time with some food and something for the pain. I had eaten the sandwich she had offered me, but this time I had refused the pain medicine.   I would rather be alert and in pain than drugged up and helpless.

“If you don’t take this I am going to have to tell Eric, Y/N.  I don’t want to have to do that.”  She said quietly.

“He’s gonna have to kill me, Tess.  You know that, right?” I said bitterly.  “I am never going to stop fighting him.  He’s NEVER going to be my Alpha.  Sam Winchester is my Alpha, and I won’t stop fighting to get back to him as long as there is breath in my body.  My blood is going to be on your hands,  I hope you can live with that.”

Tess said nothing, just gave me one of her sad smiles and left me alone in the dark again.

This time, when the when I heard the door open in the distance, and the lights flicked on, I knew it was going to be Eric before I heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs. I could hear him approaching, I could smell the scent of Alpha, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was afraid.  I glared at him as he approached.

“My mother tells me you’re being difficult.  Why am I not surprised, Y/N?  How long is it going to take that pretty little Omega brain of yours to understand you’re not in charge here?” He whispered, his breath hot on my cheek.  “I like my women with some fight in them.  Makes it more fun when I take it out of them.”

I whimpered as he ran his lips down the side of my neck.  "Sam is going to kill you, Eric,“ I stated matter-of-factly.  

He shrugged nonchalantly.  “Do you think I am afraid? I won’t hesitate to kill your Alpha the first chance I get.  Just like I didn’t hesitate to blow your Uncle Gabriel’s brains out for letting you run to Winchester in the first place.  This mess is all his fault.”

I gaped at him.  “What did you say?”

“I said your meddling uncle got what he deserved.  If he hadn’t helped you leave, Winchester never would have had the chance to claim you.  Lucky for me, I happened to be the one to find him after he left your dad’s house.”

“You son-of-a-bitch. All this time I thought my dad killed him, but it was you!” I struggled to hold the tears back. Poor Uncle Gabe.  He just wanted me to be happy.

Eric grinned broadly at me, almost prideful.  “Oh don’t get me wrong, your father worked him over good.  Beat the crap out of him for letting you go.  But he didn’t care.  He said I was an abusive pig and I didn’t deserve you.  And now you were out of my reach forever.  And then he laughed at me.  But I showed him, didn’t I?”

I had to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off of his face.  I charged at him, shrieking in anger.  I ran my nails down the side of Eric’s face as he struggled to fight me off. He bellowed in pain, and then his fist connected with my chin, and everything went dark.

Sam’s POV

Dean was busy texting on his phone as I tried to stem the rising tide of panic that was threatening to overcome me.  But if any Omega could take care of herself, it was Y/N.  She had already turned the tables on Eric once and beaten the shit out of him, and maybe if we were lucky she could hold him off long enough for me to get to her.

I was seeing red I was so angry.  That pompous asshole Malcolm had sent us on a wild goose chase.  Luckily Dean had figured it out before we went too far.  We were currently parked at a rest stop on the interstate while Dean was on the phone with his partner.

Lucifer was leaning up against the car smoking a cigarette while Michael had gone to use the bathroom. He looked over at me when I approached but said nothing.  “When this is done, Alpha, no matter the outcome, Eric is mine.”  It wasn’t a request.

He nodded slowly.  “It is your right.  Will you still want her as your Omega if he has used her? If he has broken her?” He regarded me silently, as he exhaled a ring of smoke around my head.

Our eyes locked.  “I have wanted her since I was 19 years old.  There is nothing that anyone can ever do to change that. I let her go without a fight once.  That will never happen again.”

Lucifer nodded once, seemingly satisfied with my answer, and he threw his cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out.

“I got it!” Dean called, and everyone rushed over to where he was.  ‘Thanks, Cas, you are a life saver! When I get back I owe you a beer, man,” He said into the phone, grinning as he hung up.  Then he turned to me.  “We are only about 45 minutes away.  Let’s move!”

Reader’s POV

When I came to Tess was cleaning my wounds again.  “This is becoming a habit,” I said wryly.  She had brought me soup to eat this time because I couldn’t chew.  The side of my face was swollen from where Eric had hit me.  I must have looked really bad because Tess had inadvertently gasped when she saw me.

After she had cleaned me up she took my hand in hers.  “You’re never going to listen, are you?  He WILL kill you, don’t you realize that? I won’t have your death on my conscience.  I can’t…..”

I frowned at her, not sure where she was going with this.  “What are you saying, Tess?”

“When I leave, I am going to leave the door unlocked.  You’ll come out in the kitchen.  I will leave my phone on the counter.  Take it and go out the back door.  Head for the woods and hide.  Call your Alpha and end this before Eric beats you to death.”

“Tess, I don’t know what to say….” I began.

She packed up her supplies and put them back in her basket.  “I never had the courage to leave, but you do.  Give me a few minutes to get out of the way and then go.”

“What about you?” I asked.  “Won’t Eric turn on you?”

“Get ready.” She responded.  I noticed she didn’t answer my question.

I waited what seemed like forever after she left and tiptoed up the stairs. The door at the top was slightly ajar.  It had crossed my mind that this could all be a setup, but I decided I had nothing left to lose at this point. I opened the door and peered out.  The kitchen appeared empty.  Sitting on the counter was a purse, and next to it was a cell phone.

“Bingo!” I whispered.

I grabbed the phone and yanked open the back door, flying across the yard with the speed of a gazelle, despite my battered body.  I hid behind a clump of bushes and pulled out the phone, my hands trembling. I quickly dialed the number and waited for a response.  When he answered I was filled with a relief so profound it made me fall to my knees. “Sam?  It’s me.”

Part 12

Reader’s POV

This time when I woke up, I wasn’t disoriented, but I was in terrible pain. I spit out a mouthful of blood onto the floor as I gingerly moved my jaw.  Provoking Eric by telling him Sam had already claimed me had been a stupid move on my part.

Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled down my cheeks. I didn’t want to die here.  By this point, Sam and probably my father knew I was missing.  But they had no idea who had taken me or where I was.

I winced as I sat up and felt pain in my ribs. So now that claiming me was off the table, I wished Eric would just kill me and get it over with.  That would be preferable to fighting off his advances.  I’d sooner die than submit to him.  The pain was so strong it took my breath away.  “Find me, Sam.  Please find me.”  I whimpered before my eyes fluttered shut.

Sam’s POV

Lucifer reluctantly agreed that Dean and I could go. Steph begged Dean to stay back and let me handle it, but he refused.  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her before promising he would be careful. “Besides someone has to make sure this idiot doesn’t kill Y/N’s father, right?”

Steph walked up to me and scrutinized my face for a second.  “Y/N is my best friend.  I know how much you love her. l love her too. Please bring her home.”  She turned to leave, then stopped and leaned up and whispered in my ear.  “You make that bastard Eric PAY, Sam.”

“You’re a good friend, Steph. I’ll make sure Dean comes back in one piece.” I said solemnly as she hugged me.

“You’d better, or you’ll have me to answer to!” With one last look at Dean, she walked out of the chapel.

Dean turned to Michael. “Is there any chance that Eric’s father was in on this?”

Michael sighed, glancing warily at me and Lucifer, watching us pace like caged tigers.  “For his sake, I hope the hell not.”

Once Lucifer’s men had confirmed that Eric’s father was at his home in Whitehall, we piled into three large black SUV’s to make the trip to talk to him.

“We’re gonna get her back, Man,” Dean told me confidently as I fidgeted nervously in the car, tapping my fingers on my knee.

Reader’s POV

When I woke up I wasn’t alone, and with a little shriek I scrambled off of the floor and backed away, my hands out in front of me protectively.  “Leave me alone!” I shouted.

But the red-haired woman standing in front of me looking at me with sad eyes wasn’t Kerry.  She was holding a tray of food and there was a basket of bandages and medical supplies sitting at her feet. She held a hand out to me beseechingly.  “I’m not going to hurt you, Y/N.”  It was Eric’s mother, Tess.

“Tess!” I implored. “You have to call my father and tell him that I’m here! Please! Eric kidnapped me! He’s going to kill me!” 

She bustled up to me with the tray.  “Sit down and eat.  Let me clean you up.”  

I sat against the wall and she handed me the tray.  My hand shook as I lifted the sandwich to my mouth. “Please, Tess,” I begged.

She sighed deeply before speaking.  “Just do what Eric says, please.  If you behave he won’t hurt you.”  She wet a towel and wiped the blood from my face as I ate.  

“No. Eric will never be my Alpha.  And I will never be a subservient Omega.  It’s not who I am.”  I finished the food and sat back as Tess washed and cleaned my cuts.  She handed me a bottle of water and I drank some down, relishing the coolness on my parched throat.

“Eric is a proud man, Y/N.  You made him look like a fool.  Things are different in Whitehall.  It was hard for me in the beginning, too.  But you’ll adjust in time.  I was a stubborn Omega like you, but I learned.”  She gathered up the bloody bandages and smiled sadly at me again.  “If you learn fast the beatings will stop.”

I realized at that moment no one was going to help me. I was on my own.

Sam’s POV

When our convoy reached the Alpha’s compound, we were stopped at a gate where we were forced to wait while the guard called up to the main house.  Finally, they let us through and our cars pulled up to a stately white colonial with a wide circular driveway.

It felt good to get out of the SUV and stretch my legs.  Dean nudged me with his arm and pointed up.  There were cameras everywhere.  Clearly, this guy had something to hide.

We were ushered into a spacious living room to wait by a butler.  A freaking butler!  Dean rolled his eyes at me.  I was rapidly losing my patience with all this bullshit. 

 Finally, after an eternity of waiting, Malcolm Reynolds, the Alpha of the Whitehall pack came through the door, a carefully crafted smile on his face.  “Lucifer! To what do I owe this pleasant surprise?”

Lucifer got up off the couch and walked over to Malcolm, not smiling at all, the rage bubbling so close to the surface I could almost smell it. “My daughter is missing.  She was abducted from the church where my brother Gabriel’s funeral was being held.  Your daughter Kerry had something to do with it.  I suspect Eric put her up to it.”

Malcolm didn’t even blink, he was that good at hiding his emotions. “I’m sure you are mistaken.  Kerry would never do such a thing.”  He said nothing about Eric, I noticed. “I don’t even think they are in town this weekend.”

 “Marie!” he bellowed.  A maid entered the room. 

“Yes, Mr. Malcolm?” She asked demurely, eyes down.

“Where is Miss Kerry?” He demanded.

“She is at the mountain house with your wife for the weekend, I believe,” Marie replied before scuttling out.

I couldn’t keep silent any longer.  “Where is Eric?” I demanded. “Is he here?”

Lucifer closed his eyes and cursed under his breath before replying.  “Answer the question, Malcolm.”

“Who the hell is he to order me? I am the Alpha of the Whitehall pack! You are in my territory now!” Malcolm growled. Lucifer walked up to him, standing chest to chest, and his eyes began to glow red in his fury.

“He is Y/N’s Alpha, and if you don’t tell him where Eric is in the next 30 seconds I am going to order him to tear you limb from limb, Alpha or not,” Lucifer growled menacingly, with Michael, Dean, and I flanking him.

Malcolm seemed to crumple like a deflated balloon. “He’s at the mountain house.” He whispered.

“The address.” I snapped, already turning towards the door.

Malcolm scribbled down the address on a piece of paper, which he handed to Michael.  We turned to leave.  Lucifer, chest heaving, grabbed Malcolm by the throat and held him in the air before flinging him across the room.

“If your son has hurt Y/N, you goddamn coward, I will destroy the entire Whitehall pack, starting with you. You aren’t fit to call yourself Alpha.”  He snarled before turning and walking out the front door.

Part 11

Kali took one look at me, sent Uncle Gabe out for some suppressants, and we had a long talk.  She explained to me all about being an Omega, about controlling my heats, and she even talked about how some day I might meet an Alpha and get “claimed” by him, and have his pups.

“Eww.  No way I am letting some guy bite me, Kali.  That sounds gross!” I retorted with all the worldly wisdom of an extremely sheltered almost-seventeen-year old.  

She smiled at me indulgently.  “You may feel different when you’re older, Y/N.”

I tried not to look as scared as I felt.  “And how will I know? How will I be able to tell that the person for me is THE person?  How did you know Uncle Gabe was the one who was supposed to be your mate?”

Kali thought for a minute before responding.  “Now that you have presented, you will be able to scent out others, especially Alphas, more so when they are in rut, which is like their version of heat.  Different people will smell differently. Does that make sense?”

I nodded, not speaking, clutching the heating pad she had given me to my middle.

  "When I first met your uncle, he smelled so sweet to me, almost like candy.  I thought he was a smart ass and irritating, but he smelled so good to me I had to know more.  The more I knew, the more I wanted to know.”

The suppressants Uncle Gabe got me kicked in, and I was able to go back to school.  I was way behind in math, so Sam and I planned to meet after school to try and get me caught up.  We had decided to meet in the park because after being stuck inside for so long with my heat, I wanted to be outside as much as possible.

Sam was running late, so I waited for him at the tables by the playground.  He was whistling as he walked up.  There was a slight breeze blowing, and when the wind shifted, I smelled the most amazing scent I had ever smelled. It was sun-warmed grass and the sky after it rains and old leather all rolled into one tantalizing aroma.  I breathed deeply.

When Sam sat down across from me I just stared at him because I realized it was HIM I was smelling.  And he was staring at me, a look of bewilderment on his face like someone had hit him over the head with something.

“Are you feeling better?” He asked quietly. I just nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

I didn’t hear a word of our math lesson. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the pulse beating in Sam’s neck, or the trickle of sweat glistening on his throat, or the hair peeking out from his shirt……

“Y/N?” Sam said loudly, trying to get my attention.  “Are you even listening?”

“What?” I said in a dazed voice.

“I can see we are wasting our time with this.  Want to walk a bit?” He asked, gathering up my papers and my book and handing them to me.

“Okay, sure.” Maybe a walk would help me clear my head.  I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but every beat of my heart seemed to say “Sam, Sam, Sam.”

“So you’re an Omega.” He finally said after we had walked in silence for a bit.

“How did you know?” I asked, surprised.

“Because I’m an Alpha, and you smell so good I haven’t been able to think about anything but touching you since I sat down,” Sam said hoarsely.

“I want you to touch me,” I admitted in a trembling voice.  

Sam grabbed my hand and pulled me with him, off the jogging path where it wound through a grove of trees by the creek.  At the touch of his hand in mine, I felt a thrill of pleasure, just the beginning of the pleasures Sam and I would give each other.

Little did I know that sunny afternoon, Sam would be completely gone from my life a few short months later.

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I’d had about enough of him telling me what to do.  “How about you tell me what the hell you did with Y/N? I told her it was a mistake coming here, that you would grab her the first chance you got. You just couldn’t stand to see me with her, could you? Even after all this time?”

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, and his voice dropped to a low growl.  “You’d better watch your tone, Boy. Who do you think you are? You’ll always be the mechanic’s son to me, no matter how good you clean up.”  He got right up in my face, and his words were a low hiss. “And you weren’t good enough for her then, and you're not good enough for her now.”

I stood my ground, and we were toe-to-toe.  “I’ll tell you who I am.” I hissed right in his face. “I’m your daughter’s fucking Alpha.  I’ve already claimed her.”

That’s when Lucifer went for my throat and all hell broke loose.

Reader’s POV

My head was spinning and my mouth had a strange medicinal taste in it when I came to. I was so disoriented and nauseous I felt like I was going to vomit. I covered my mouth with my hand and breathed deeply as I struggled to wake up from the drug-induced haze.

Where was I?  I knew I wasn’t in the church anymore.  I tried to piece together what had happened.  I remembered being in the bathroom with Steph.  The tap on my shoulder, the surprise at seeing...... it was right there, right at the edge of my mind, but I couldn’t reach it.  Maybe it was a side effect of being drugged. 

 I rubbed at my sore left arm.  I was positive I had been injected with something.  The room I was in was kind of dimly lit, it smelled like a basement. Could Steph be down here too? “Steph? Are you here?” I whispered. Nothing. I was alone. I heard the sound of a door opening in the distance and footsteps. 

I shrank against the wall in fear, trying to make myself disappear.  When the lights snapped on and the room was filled with brightness, I had to shield my eyes because they had grown accustomed to the dark.  

My eyes widened. “Kerry! It was YOU I saw in the bathroom! What did you inject me with? Where am I? Where is Steph?” She leaned down until her face was level to mine, and the slap took me by surprise and my head ricocheted back.

“Quiet, Omega bitch! We went to a lot of trouble to get you here.  My brother has plans for you.  He’ll be down to see you later.  You think he hurt you before? Just wait.” 

She walked away laughing as I began to scream. “Scream all you want.  No one can hear you.”

Sam’s POV

Michael grabbed Lucifer’s arms and Dean grabbed me around the waist, and together they were able to pull the two of us apart and stop us from killing each other. You really don’t want to get in the middle of two Alphas fighting unless you have a death wish. I struggled to break free of Dean’s hold and get at Lucifer, ten years worth of pent-up aggression spurring me on.

“Stop it! Stop fighting! We have to find Y/N!” Steph screamed at the top of her lungs. “You two should be ashamed of yourselves! This isn’t the time or the place for this!”

At the sound of my Omegas name, all of the fight went out of me and I was suddenly ashamed. Why was I worried about settling an old score when Y/N was missing?

“The girl is right, Luci,” Michael said.  “We have to work together and find Y/N.  Every minute she is gone is a minute more we are less likely to get her back.”

Lucifer sighed and turned to his brother.  "Get everyone out of here but us and them."

Within five minutes the room was clear except for Lucifer, his men, Dean, Steph and me.  "Dean, did anyone go to the bathroom after Y/N and Stephanie?" Michael asked.

Dean thought for a moment.  "Yeah.  A tall redhead. No one I recognized.”

Lucifer turned to one of his men.  “Go grab the condolence book so we can see who was here.  Maybe we can figure out something from that.”  The man nodded and left the room.

“Eric has red hair,” Steph said to me.

“Eric wasn’t here today,” Lucifer said to her dismissively.

Michael turned to her suddenly.  “Wait a minute.  Didn’t you say she said “what are you doing here?” Almost like she recognized the person?”

Steph nodded slowly.  “Yeah, why?”

Michael turned and looked at the Alpha, slowly dawning horror in his eyes.  “Luci, Eric wasn’t here, but his sister Kerry was, and Y/N knows her.  And she has red hair.”

Reader’s POV

I screamed myself hoarse, but Kerry was right.  No one heard me, and no one came.  After Kerry left the lights went out again, and I lost all track of time.  I felt my way around the room for another exit, but there was nothing.  I fell to the floor crying in frustration, and when the lights came on again suddenly, my whole body stiffened.  Again I heard the door in the distance.

I heard footsteps again, but this time they were heavier, not the click of high heels that had heralded Kerry’s arrival before. Every muscle in my body tensed because I knew this could only mean one thing, and I shut my eyes in absolute terror.

I felt a large hand grab my jaw and force my head up. My eyes snapped open.  “Hello Y/N,” Eric said pleasantly.

I shoved his hand away.  “What the hell have you done, Eric? Are you crazy? My father is going to kill you where you stand.”

He smiled at me, such a cold chilling smile it made my skin crawl.  “Your father has to find me first. By the time he sees me again, I will have mated you, and you’ll be carrying my pup.  He will have no choice but to accept me.”

“You are completely delusional,” I said quietly.

He grabbed my arm very tightly.  “You embarrassed me in front of my father and my pack.  You left me screaming in pain on the ground after you wolfbaned me and you walked away.”

“You deserved it, you abusive prick!” I spat at him.

He hit me so hard my ears rang. “You think you get a say in anything? You're just an Omega.  In Whitehall, Omegas know their place.  I’m gonna enjoy teaching you.  When I’m your Alpha you’ll do as your told.”

My temper got the best of me, and I spoke recklessly.  “It’s already too late, Eric! Sam’s already claimed me.  I’m probably carrying his pup as we speak! He won’t rest until he finds me!”

Eric grabbed the collar of my dress and tore it, exposing my neck, and the claiming bite Sam had given me.  “You fucking Omega whore!” Eric bellowed, and his fists began raining blows until I stopped fighting back and fell to the floor in a heap, unconscious.

Eric looked at me indifferently. “You’ll learn, Y/N, or I will kill you myself.” Then he walked away and the lights went out.

Part 10

“My father needs this marriage to happen, and no one is going to stand in his way. Not me, not you, not even his own brother.”  I told Sam sadly.  My grief and rage were burning so hard in me I felt like I was going to explode. 

As much as I liked Sam’s family, I needed time to mourn Uncle Gabe in private.  The lump of tears in my throat was so large now I could barely catch my breath.  “Excuse me please,” I said breathlessly as I ran up the stairs to my room and slammed the door shut behind me.

I threw myself on the bed and sobbed hysterically. The worst part was deep down I knew this was all my fault. I was the one who forced Gabriel’s hand. I made him choose, and he paid for that choice with his life.

I cried until I had no tears left.  I had always known my father was capable of terrible things, but I didn’t think he would sink so low as to actually harm a member of his own family.

I drifted into a restless sleep, feverish with my heat, and haunted by dreams of my father and my uncle.  I felt the bed dip, and strong arms encircled me.   Sam’s cool lips pressed against my forehead.  “Shhh. I’ve got you.  I won’t let anyone hurt you, Y/N.”

As Sam’s lips found mine and my body responded to his touch, my desire for him took over and everything else was temporarily forgotten.

When I woke up the next morning wrapped in Sam’s arms,  I felt back to normal and I knew my heat had passed.  Sam was still asleep, and the sight of him squeezed into the too-small bed with me made me smile.  He looked so uncomfortable but he had made the best of it because he knew I needed him.

I pressed a kiss to his lips and he woke.  “Hey, Beautiful.” He said, voice thick with sleep.

“I could get used to waking up like this,” I remarked, rubbing my thumb over his lips.

“That’s the plan.” He said with a grin that made me melt.

“So about last night…” Sam began, and the smile faded from my face.

“I feel bad that I was so nasty to Dean.  None of this is his fault.  I need to apologize.” 

Sam sat up in bed and pulled me against his bare chest.  “He understands, Y/N.  He doesn’t hold it against you.”

I turned around so I was facing Sam. “I need to tell you something.  You’re not going to like it, but it’s something I have to do.”

Sam took in my grave expression and let out a breath.  “Why do I have a feeling that my good mood is about to end?”

“I have to go to Uncle Gabe’s funeral, Sam,” I said quietly, mentally bracing myself for his opposition.

“No.  Absolutely not!  There is no way I am letting you walk into that pit of vipers!   Your father won’t waste an opportunity to grab you first chance he gets! It’s too dangerous, Y/N.”  Sam shook his head.

“Gabriel is.....was my favorite uncle.  If it wasn’t for me he’d still be alive.  I have to live with that.  I won’t let my father take away my chance to say goodbye.  He’s taken so much from me already.”  I crossed my arms stubbornly, determined to get my way.

“This is that important to you?” Sam asked me. I nodded.

He sighed in annoyance.  “Okay.  But Dean and I are coming with you. You aren’t going anywhere near your father without me, Omega.”

“You know that my father will have your head when he realizes that you’ve claimed me.  Are you ready for that, Alpha?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I was ready to claim you ten years ago, Y/N.  He’s not getting rid of me so easily this time.” Sam told me as he pulled me into his arms.

I stayed hidden at Mary’s house for the next few days.  My father was growing more frantic as the days passed and it seemed as though I had vanished into thin air. Dean had gotten Steph a burner phone and we were able to communicate via text, so she kept me updated on what was going on in town.

Steph: Your Uncle Michael has been over here snooping around and asking questions.  I told him I haven’t seen you since the night of the pack meeting, which is true.

Y/N: Sam says he has been to their place too.

Steph: There is something else.  Eric came by this morning.

Y/N: Eric? What did HE want?

Steph: He came to apologize about what he said at the pack meeting, and to see if I had any ideas about where you might be.  He said all the right things, but I don’t think he meant a word of it.  I shut the door in his face.

Y/N:  I don’t trust him and you shouldn’t either.

Uncle Gabe’s funeral was scheduled for the next day.  Dean had managed to smuggle me into the house in the trunk of his car the night before in case the house was being watched.   As soon as the garage door was down Sam was there opening the trunk and helping me climb out.

“Is there any way whatsoever I can talk you out of this?” He asked me as I tumbled into his arms.

“I don’t want to see my father any more than you do, Sam.  I have to do this for Uncle Gabe.” I said stubbornly, brushing my hair out of my eyes.

That night despite the flood of endorphins Sam’s touch produced  I still couldn’t fall asleep. I listened to the sound of Sam’s slow, even breathing and wondered for the millionth time if I was doing the right thing.  I knew that my father was going to be furious that I had ruined all his plans.

Some might say I was asking for trouble disobeying him like I did and then flaunting it so publicly, but he didn’t leave me much choice.  He had forced Sam and me apart 10 years ago when we were young and foolish and didn’t know any better, but that was then.

I may be a lowly Omega, but Sam is my Alpha, and the sooner my father accepts that the better things will be.  To my father, appearance is everything.  If it looks as though he can’t control his own daughter then he appears weak, and that is the last thing my Dad wants.  But is it enough for him to let me walk away?

The service had already begun when Sam, Dean, Steph and I arrived.  We decided to enter separately to keep Steph out of trouble. Dean and Steph were going to sneak in after Sam and I made our big entrance because no one would be paying attention to them then. 

As we stood outside the door of the chapel Sam grasped my hand tightly. “Are you ready for this?” He asked me.

I shot him a brilliant smile.  “Let’s go shake things up,” I said, and flinging open the chapel doors, marched up the aisle.

I heard audible gasps from either side of the chapel as Sam and I made our way up the aisle.  One person took notice of my arrival and sent out a text saying simply:

You were right.  She is here.  She wouldn’t miss her Uncle’s funeral.  The plan is a go.  I just need to get her alone.

We took seats a few rows behind my father and Uncle Michael.  My father turned and when he saw me holding Sam’s hand he looked furious.  He made a move to get up but Uncle Michael grabbed his arm and he seemed to remember where he was. I could hear people whispering during the entire service which seemed to last forever.

When it was time to pay our respects Sam and I went together to where Uncle Gabe was laid out.  I stood for a long time at the edge of his coffin, my hand on Uncle Gabe’s arm, the tears flowing freely. “I am so sorry Uncle Gabe. I love you.” I whispered as I leaned down and kissed his cheek.

When the service was over, Steph and Dean stood with us as Uncle Michael came over. “The Alpha wishes to speak to you both.” He said stiffly.

“Tell my father I need to use the ladies room and then I will speak to him,” I said, turning my back on him. “Steph, will you join me?”

Sam looked over at Dean, “Can you keep an eye on them?” he asked his brother.  Dean nodded and Sam walked over to where Lucifer was standing accepting condolences.  Dean walked us to the ladies room and stood outside of the bathroom while Steph and I walked in.

Steph entered the only open stall and as I stood waiting for my turn a familiar face came up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder.  I turned at the new arrival. “What are you doing here?” I asked before I felt a pinch in my arm and my vision began to blur.  Before I could say another word everything went black.

I never even felt arms dragging me over to the open bathroom window or me being lifted out and handed off to someone without a word.  It all happened so fast Steph never even knew I was gone.  By the time she realized and ran to get Dean, it was already too late.

Part 9

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Much to my surprise sitting in the driveway wasn’t Dean’s familiar black Impala but Steph’s Toyota Camry.  “Where’s your car, Dean?”

“I switched cars with Steph. My car is too easily recognized.  We need to get a move on.  I want to get you there as quickly as possible.” He said quickly.

Sam opened the back door for me and climbed in beside me, somehow managing to squeeze his tall frame into the back with me, while Dean drove.  “And where is there exactly?” I asked.

“We are gonna take you to our Moms.  She lives two towns over.  Right now your Dad has no reason to suspect that you would have come to Sam.  If we can get you there and get back here, it will give us the time we need to figure out our next step once you're done your heat.”

I hadn’t seen or talked to Mary Winchester since that awful night 10 years ago when my father ordered the Winchesters to leave town.  “And she doesn’t mind me staying there?  I’m the reason your family had to leave town.” I couldn’t disguise the worry in my voice.

Sam put his arm around me, and I leaned into his warmth in the back seat.  “She never blamed you, Y/N.  She knew we were just two kids in love.  She hates your Dad, but she knows you were as much a victim as we were, more actually.”

As we drove the rain-slicked streets, I kept stealing glances over at Sam, who was smiling as his fingers played with my hair.  “So what are you grinning about, Winchester?”

“I’ve wanted you for so long, and now you're finally mine, Omega.” He whispered in my ear, his breath warm on my cheek. I could feel my heart rate start to increase, and I stifled a moan as I felt my heat start to surge again.

“Sam...” I whimpered.

“We are almost there, Baby Girl.” 

“So Y/N,” Dean asked suddenly, trying to distract me. “How did you get away from your Father’s house?”

The question drew my attention away from Sam and my need for him. “I had help.  Uncle Gabe let me hit him with a candlestick and make it look like I knocked him out and escaped. He really went out on a limb for me.”

“Your Uncle is a good guy,” Dean commented.

“Yes, he is.” I agreed.  “And he isn’t afraid of my Dad’s temper.  He has pissed him off more times than I can count.  He never wanted me to marry Eric, and I think in the end he realized the only way for me to get out of this wedding was for me to leave.”

We eventually pulled up to an adorable Cape Cod on an old tree-lined street.  It was still pretty early, but Mary must have been expecting us because she answered the door on the first knock.

Sam’s Mom hadn’t changed much.  She was still the pretty blond with kind eyes and a warm smile that I remembered. Much to my surprise, she immediately pulled me in for a warm hug as soon as she saw me.  “It’s good to see you, Y/N.” She told me.  

I couldn’t stop the tears that poured from my eyes at her words.  “I am so very sorry for everything that happened, Mary,” I whispered.

“I know you are, sweetie.  None of it was your fault.” She responded with a smile.

We spent some time catching up over coffee.  Sam and Dean had a natural, easy rapport with their Mom that I had never managed to acquire with my Dad It was clear that they adored her, and that she loved them back.  Seeing them with their mother made me wonder what my relationship with mine would have been like had she lived.

My heat began to flare up again and I started to get feverish and began to squirm.  I didn’t say anything to Sam.  I didn’t have to.  He could tell with one look.  “Mom, I need to get Y/N settled.  She needs to rest, her heat is starting to flare.”

Mary nodded. “I made up the room you usually stay in for her.  It’s all ready to go.”  She turned to me.  “I am so glad the two of you found your way back to each other.  You both deserve a chance at happiness.  Sam has never stopped thinking about you, Y/N.”

“Likewise, Mary.  Even when my father tried to force me to marry the animal who did this to my face.” I said angrily.

“Eric is a tool, Mom,” Dean said matter-of-factly.

“Sam told me!” She exclaimed. “I have heard stories about what happens to Omegas in Whitehall.  And your father wanted to send you, THERE?”

“There is no way in hell Eric is ever going to put his hands on her EVER again!” Sam said in a low, dangerous Alpha voice that scared and thrilled me at the same time.

Sam took me upstairs to get settled while Mary made something for us to eat and chatted with Dean.  Little did they know that getting “settled in” meant Sam fucking me against the wall while I buried my face into his shoulder to stifle my screams.

By the time Sam came back downstairs Mary and Dean had already eaten.  

“Y/N all “settled in”? Dean said with a smirk.

“Bite me, Dean,” Sam replied.

“I’m sure Y/N already took care of that,” Dean said, choking with laughter.

Sam brought me up some food because I was feeling bad again and was in bed.  “Dean and I need to get back to town so we don’t arouse suspicion.  I will try to come back every day until your heat is over” He promised.

After Sam left I fell asleep, my heat under control for the time being, but my body just needed rest.  I slept into the evening.  When I woke, it was near dinner time and my stomach was growling.  I wandered downstairs. 

“You're awake!” Mary said.  “I was beginning to get worried!  Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, why don’t you wash up?”

Mary had made homemade beef stew and I found I was starving.  She turned out to be very easy to talk to, and the conversation flowed very easily between us.  We stayed up late into the evening talking.  

Mary shared with me how hard it was for John when they were forced to leave town and start over.  “Losing his job and having to start over made him very bitter.  He hated your father until the day he died.” He said sadly.

“Yeah, he has that effect on a lot of people,” I said with a shrug.

“So what was it like growing up as the only daughter of the Alpha?” Mary asked me curiously.  “You must never have wanted for anything.”

I thought about her question.  “Materially, I had everything, but my father is so controlling and over-protective it’s worse than any prison.  Not to mention the fact that he was still going to force me to marry an Alpha he knew beat the crap out of me for contradicting him.”

“Wow,” Mary said, completely at a loss for words.

“I know...pretty messed up, right?” I said sadly.

I was very late when I finally went to bed, but for the first night in a long time, I slept like a baby.

I found out the next day that Mary had gone to school with my Mom and that they were friends.  I spent the rest of the day listening to her tell me stories about some of their antics in junior high and high school.

We were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee after dinner when Sam and Dean burst in.  Dean looked awful.  His clothes were a mess, his eyes were red, and he looked exhausted.  Sam just looked grim.  I was worried.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, fear gripping me by the throat.

“Y/N.....” Sam began.

Dean interrupted him. “We got a call at the station this morning.  Some kids goofing around at Harley’s Point found a body in a ditch on the road.  It was beaten pretty badly and shot in the head execution-style. I was there when they brought the body in.”  He hesitated for a moment, taking a deep breath.

I just looked at him, and time seemed to stand still as I waited for him to speak.

“Just tell me, Dean!” I finally snapped.

He lowered his head, his green eyes were so sad.  “It was your Uncle Gabe, Y/N.  I’m so sorry.  He’s dead.”

Part 8

Sam’s lips moved lazily over mine, teasing and tasting and nibbling gently.  I grimaced at the soreness of my split lip but couldn’t help moaning at the taste of him after all these years.

“Sam….Alpha.” I began.  “I’ve missed you so much.”

“God, you smell so good, Y/N.” He walked me towards the bed and when the back of my knees hit it, I tumbled down, and he went with me.  “I can’t imagine after what Eric did to you tonight your Dad will make you go through with this marriage.” Sam gritted his teeth as I bucked up against his obvious erection.

“You don’t know my father.”

“I wasn’t kidding, Y/N.  If I claim you like I should have done, your father can’t force you to marry Eric.  When is your next heat due?”

“Next week, right before the wedding,” I whispered.  “My father will kill you, Sam. I’m serious.” I didn’t think he was getting how ruthless my father could be when he wanted something.

“Baby girl, if you keep on rubbing against me like that, it’s not gonna matter.  My self-control only goes so far,” he growled.

Before I could respond there was a pounding on his front door that startled us both.  We both tensed, and Sam jumped up, all his Alpha senses on alert.  “Stay here!” he ordered before disappearing.

When I heard the sound of my Uncle Gabe’s voice, I immediately ignored Sam’s directive and crept to the top of the stairs so I could hear better.

“Have you see her? She and Eric had a fight and she ran off, and no one has seen her since.” Gabe was worried, I could tell.

“What makes you think she would be here?” Sam said calmly.

“Look, Son, I’ve always liked you.  I know you care about Y/N.  You of all people know what the Alpha will do to protect her.  Don’t be stupid.  If you know where she is….. TELL ME.”

I took a deep breath and walked down the stairs.  “I’m right here, Uncle Gabe.” Sam swore under his breath.  Gabe’s eyes widened when he saw me.

“Did Eric do this to you, Y/N?” He asked, his face a mask of cold rage.

Sam exploded.  “You know he did! Look how that sadistic bastard treats Omegas!  And the Alpha wants her to marry him? He will kill her one day!”

I laid a hand on Sam’s arm. “Sam……please……don’t.”

Gabe turned to Sam. “I’ve had reservations about this match from the get-go.  My brother has assured me that Eric wouldn’t harm Y/N.  I’m sure he won’t let the wedding happen now when he sees what he’s done to her.  She’s his daughter, for Christ’s sake!”

“She’s not going anywhere,” Sam told him.

“You need to come home, Dollface. Your father needs to see this. Luci has guys out looking for you.  It’s just a matter of time before Michael comes barging in here.  You know he hits first and asks questions later.”  Gabe’s face was sad but resigned.

I was suddenly so tired I could barely take another step, and I could feel every mark that Eric had left on me.  I sighed in frustration.  “He’s right, Sam.  I’m not going to marry Eric, but if I have any hope of getting my father to accept you, we have to do this right.”

I saw several emotions play across Sam’s face.  Anger, frustration, sadness, and then acceptance.  As much as he hated to admit it, having my father’s blessing was important to him.  “Fine.” He told Gabe.  “But I need to talk to Y/N alone for a minute, okay?” Gabe nodded.

“I’ll just wait outside,” he said before leaving and closing the door behind him.

Sam pulled me into his arms as soon as Gabe was gone.  “I’m so sorry.” I sobbed into his shoulder.

“Shhhh. Listen to me, Y/N.  If anything happens, you call me or text me and I will come get you, no questions asked.  Do you understand?” He looked deeply into my eyes as he said this.  I nodded mutely.

I threw my arms around his neck and pulled his head down, kissing him almost desperately.  “I love you, Alpha.  I never stopped.” I whispered before slipping out the door to my waiting uncle.

Gabriel pulled out his phone in the car on the drive home.  “I found her, Luci. We are on the way home.  Eric beat the shit out of her!  I told you this was a mistake!  We need to talk.”

When we entered the house, all I wanted to go was go soak in a hot bath and go to bed, but I knew there was no way I could avoid talking to my father.  His office door was closed, and when I knocked, he told me to come in.  

I opened the door and the sight of Eric and his father enjoying a glass of whiskey with my father and Uncle Michael stopped me in my tracks.  “Why is he here?” I asked rudely.

“Sit down, Y/N.”  My father ordered.  “Eric explained what happened.  His father assures me it was a lapse in judgment and it won’t happen again.  He has something to say to you.”

His father nudged him, and he looked at me. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have hit you.  It won’t happen again.”  I could see the anger simmering behind his eyes and I knew he was only doing this because his father was making him.

“Your right it won’t, because I’m not marrying him.” I said flatly. “The wedding is off.”

“Now, now. Let’s not be hasty.  This has all been a big misunderstanding.  Why don’t you go clean up and let the men talk, Y/N?”  My father said smoothly.  

“What?!?” I shrieked, and immediately became hysterical.  Uncle Michael “escorted” me to my suite, and immediately locked me in.   I could hear Uncle Gabe yelling all the way upstairs. 

When I tore through my purse a few minutes later, I discovered Michael had swiped my phone.  Bastard!

I realized with a sinking feeling that leaving Sam tonight had been a huge mistake.  My father still intended on me marrying Eric, despite what he had done.  I was trapped.

Part 6