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Political Animals-Part 12

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, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post.

A/N: So I was having trouble deciding if I should write this or the next part of the Contest. I decided to ask my pal Leigh ( @skybinx-blog ) to decide for me. She picked this. So here ya go, Binx!

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

Parts in bold are text messages

The first thing I remember were the voices. One of them was Sam’s, and he sounded upset. I could tell he clearly wasn’t happy with what the other person was telling him. I struggled to follow the conversation but all I heard were bits and pieces. “…….very lucky…….” “……concussion……” “…arm fracture…”

I tried to open my eyes, but everything hurt. I couldn’t identify specifically where the discomfort was coming from. The more I tried to focus, the more I felt the saturating, all-encompassing pain. I couldn’t hold back my groans of distress.

“I have something that will help with the pain.” a different voice said. I felt a cool numbness, and I struggled to stay awake, but the tide pulled me under, and I finally gave in.

The next time I was awake, I realized I had the worst headache ever. Like hangover to end all hangover headaches. The right side of my head felt like someone had smashed it with a frying pan. When I went to touch my head to try and see why it hurt so much, I realized I couldn’t move my arm.

I immediately started to panic. Why couldn’t I move my arm? I looked over and saw my right arm was in a big white cast. Oh great! How the hell had I broken my arm? I made the split second decision to try and sit up, which was a mistake.

Sam, who was sitting in the chair next to my bed said, “Don’t try to get…….”

Too late. I was already up, and the room was spinning worse than the teacup ride at Disney World. I groaned as a wave of nausea hit me and immediately laid back down. Crap!

“What happened, Sam? What’s going on?” I asked weakly.

“What do you remember, Y/N?”

I tried to think back, but everything was sort of fuzzy. “We were having dinner at John’s, and then we went to get gelato.”

Then the memory hit me like a freight train and I sat back up again, fighting the dizziness and nausea. “I saw him, Sam! I saw him!”

Sam jumped out of the chair and came to my side, taking my hand. “Who did you see?”

“The man with the sign! It was him, I know it was!” I had to make him understand.

Sam looked confused. “Sign? What sign?”

I took a deep breath. “I saw a man standing on the sidewalk looking at me. He was holding a sign that said THEY HAVE BEEN KEEPING ME FROM YOU. I ran after him and then…..and then….” The memory was there, just on the edge of my consciousness, but it was elusive.

“You were hit by a car when you were crossing the street. You have a concussion and your right arm is broken.” Sam told me.

My left hand immediately moved to my stomach. “My pups?”

“They are fine. The car knocked you backward. Your right side took most of the impact. What the hell were you thinking, running out into the street like that?” I could hear the anger in my Alpha’s voice. “If I had lost you…..or them…..” Sam flopped back into the chair, rubbing his hand over his face in frustration. “You could have been killed, Omega.”

He was right. It wasn’t just my life anymore, every decision I made affected our children. “I’ll be more careful, I promise. I know you’re mad at me, but I need your help. Can you call Cas and tell him I need to see him? It’s important. And I need you to go home and get that stuff that came in the mail. Please, Sam.” I crossed my fingers he would do what I asked.

“I’m not angry, not really. I’m just worried about you. You really need to rest, Y/N. I know you. You're up to something." He had my number, that was for damn sure!

“I need Cas to bring my mother here. I have a hunch. This all has to do with her, I know it.” Sam didn’t look happy about it, but he finally agreed to do what I asked.

When Cas arrived he took one look at my bruised face and the cast on my arm and shook his head. “No. Absolutely not. Sam is right! You need to rest.”

“Cas, please! This is important!” I demanded.

“No.”

“Castiel Novak, I wouldn’t ask you to bring her here if it wasn’t important! She is the LAST person I want to see! Please do this for me. Please, Cas!” Tears of frustration filled my eyes and I angrily wiped them away.

Cas could never handle it when I cried, so when he saw the tears he caved. “Fine. FINE. I’ll do it. I don't know what you're expecting from this. Just stop crying, okay? She may not even agree to come. Just lay here and practice looking pitiful.” He stamped out, looking irritated.

“Thank you,” I whispered. Sam had gone home to get the papers, so I had some time to gather my thoughts. I had no idea what I was doing to say to her, I was making this up as I went along.

I was trying to feed myself some jello with my left hand, and it wasn’t going well. I finally threw the spoon down in frustration. “Dammit!” I shrieked in annoyance.

Of course, Sam walked in at that very moment. “Need me to feed you, Y/N?” He asked with a smile.

“I’m starving so yes, please!” I begged.

Sam had just finished feeding me jello and applesauce and I sighed happily, stomach full for the moment. “I love you so much right now,” I told him with a dopey grin.

We both looked up at the sound of a knock at the door. Cas poked his head in. “Can we come in?” He asked.

“Sure,” I told him. Cas walked in, with my mother following behind, looking unhappy.

My mother gasped a little when she got a good look at me but said nothing.

“Hi Mom,” I said quietly.

“So I hear from your brother that your pregnant AND you got hit by a car? It’s always something with you, isn’t it, Y/N? I’m a very busy woman, so tell me what you need so I can get back to my campaign.” My mother said matter-of-factly.

I sighed deeply. Same old Mom. “I need to ask you some questions, and for ONCE, I need you to tell me the God’s honest truth. Can you do that?”

“Stop being so dramatic! What is it?” She snapped.

“Were you telling me the truth about my father? Was he really one of your med students?” I asked her.

“Yes.” She said shortly.

“I need you to look at something. Sam, can you give her the letters?” I asked.

He looked at me for a long moment. “Are you sure?” He asked.

“Yes. She needs to know.”

Sam handed my mother the two envelopes. She opened them up and looked at each item carefully. I watched the play of emotions on her face. Finally, she looked up. “Where did you get these?” She asked.

“Someone has been sending them to me. The reason I got hit by the car is I ran into the street chasing a man that was following me. I think he’s the one sending this stuff.” I told her.

“Why do you think that?” She asked.

“He was standing on the sidewalk outside the store we were in holding a sign that said, THEY HAVE BEEN KEEPING ME FROM YOU. I ran after him. I wasn’t watching where I was going, and that's when I got hit.”

My mother had gotten very pale. “May I sit down?” She asked. Cas grabbed a chair for her and she took a seat.

I gave her a hard look. “Now that you have seen everything, I am going to ask you something. You told me before that the med student who is my real father died a year after I was born. Was that true?”

My mother said nothing for a long time. Finally, she cleared her throat and spoke. “No.”

I sat up straighter in bed. “Be honest with me for once in my life, Mom! I think the man who has been sending me this stuff and the guy on the street are the same person. I think it’s my father! Why did you tell me he was dead? Why did you lie to me AGAIN?”

Mom raised her chin stubbornly. “I did it to protect you! I only told you about him because I had to!”

“You had to?” I snapped. “What does that mean?

Cas finally spoke. I had almost forgotten he was there. “Just tell her everything, Mom. She has a right to know.”

I could tell by her body language my mother would rather be anywhere but here. “FINE.”

I crossed my arms and looked at her stubbornly. “I’m listening.”

Your father's name is Gregory Downs. He was a very talented 3rd-year resident when I met him. He was also schizophrenic. He had stopped taking his medicine. I didn’t know it at first, no one did. His behavior started becoming erratic, and when I told him that I couldn’t leave Charles, he had a breakdown and tried to kill himself, and his parents had him committed. He comes from money, so he was sent to a private clinic in Europe.

“Did your husband know about this?” Sam asked.

“He did. I left NYU right after. Greg has been at the clinic ever since, as far as I know. I recently received word he was released, that’s when I told you Charles wasn’t your father. Greg must have found your birthdate online and figured out that you're his daughter. He might have stopped taking his meds again. You need to go to the police!” For the first time in my life that I remember, my mother looked scared.

“We will. We’ve already shown this stuff to my Dad. I just hope you haven’t put Y/N in danger by keeping all of this from her.” Sam looked furious.

Mom narrowed her eyes at him, and Dr. Naomi Novak, world class heart surgeon and mayoral candidate was back. “I did what I thought was best.”

“I’m tired. You should go.” I told her shortly. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep as Cas took her elbow and escorted her out.

Sam leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “I want you to take it easy. I’m gonna go talk to the doctor.”

They kept me in the hospital for a few more days for observation, then they let me go home. Sam took a leave from work to care for me because between my broken arm and my ever-expanding belly, I couldn’t do much for myself. I felt bad for Sam. I wasn’t the easiest patient. I was pretty independent for an Omega, and the more he had to do for me, the more annoyed I got.

“I’m sorry, Babe,” I said for at least the 10th time that day. “When we hooked up in that bathroom I bet you never expected you’d get saddled with such a pissy, hormonal bitch, huh?” I said before bursting into tears.

Sam gathered me in his arms. “You're pregnant with twins, you have a broken arm, your mother is a complete bitch, and you're probably being stalked by your schizophrenic father. You have a right to be a little testy, Y/N.”

I grinned at him through my tears. “When you put it like that.....”

“I have something that might cheer you up a little. Wanna get married this weekend?” Sam looked at me earnestly, waiting for my answer.

Part 13

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