what if the empty was actually the big bad of s15, not chuck. silly meta with very little proof that i've been thinking about for weeks but.
like, ok, bare with me. so, the empty was thee title card of the season, right? which to me feels like it should have been a larger presence than it was. and yes, the empty gets cas in the end, but mmmm, that doesn't feel like enough. ever since the empty was introduced, it's been vindictive, spiteful, and furious at being disturbed and awoken by cas.
a point was also made to establish that the empty is an ancient cosmic entity that exists outside of god's control.
god has no domain in the empty. the empty also doesn't belong on earth or in heaven or other realms, but from what we saw in the episode where cas makes his deal, it can leave it's dimension and invade other realms. we also see this when it visits Death's library.
throughout the seasons the empty is shown to have a clear agenda against cas. it targets jack to get to cas. it wants cas to suffer. and it /knows/ who cas loves. it knows all of cas's weaknesses. so, why wouldn't it toy with the winchesters? make them suffer, make them lose everything?
another thing we know about the empty is that it can take on various forms.
and this post about the disconnect between early seasons chuck as "an absentee authorfathergod" vs s15 chuck who is thirsty for revenge really got me thinking....what if that wasn't chuck at all in s15. what if it was the empty posing as chuck, wreaking havoc for the sole purpose of making cas and the winchester's suffer?
like i said i don't really have much "proof" to back this up it's just a silly little thought, though i'm sure if i rewatched s15 i'd start connecting dots to prove the theory but two things i do have to offer is,
first: “chuck” disappearing all the people. Sure, god could do that, but there's just something about leaving the world utterly Empty that pings little lights in my brain. there is a profound sense of emptiness throughout 15x18 which then culminates in cas being taken by the empty. we already know there was a clear parallel being made with charlie and sam losing their significant others in that ep and then dean losing cas. so it would be all the more fitting it it *was* the empty responsible for all those losses.
second: lucifer and lilith coming back. both were in the empty. god supposedly has no domain in the empty.
now spn has been finicky about it's lore in the past, like cas has come back / been brought back before by god / gadreel but those instances were before the empty was introduced as a concept so. ignoring that for a moment, one could reason that god shouldn't have the ability to bring back angels and demons from the empty. in fact, billie literally keeps jack stashed in the empty for a while specifically because god would not be able to reach him / detect him there.
later the empty contradicts this saying that god isn’t supposed to have domain over the empty but that’s a lie and that billie has promised to fix this glitch. they also say they’re warded from entering earth. however, isn’t that exactly what an evil entity would say to mislead you so you don’t figure out they’ve been possessing god’s vessel the whole time? yea.
anyways so, when cas comes back in s13 it's because the empty decides to release him. so, the empty-possessing-chuck would totally be capable of bringing lucifer and lilith back for funsies too. and LIKE HELLO:
lastly, the empty's pretty pissed at jack too for exploding inside it and making it loud. so when jack "becomes god" that's the empty leaving the chuck vessel and taking over jack.
and finally, what does the empty do best? put people to sleep and create illusions. the empty wants to sleep. the empty wants quiet. and who would threaten their quiet more than the winchesters? especially the one looking to bust out his angel. so, dean and sam think they won but they're sleeping. that over saturated heaven? sam's whole life post-dean? nothing but a dream. the empty won.
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Faking it all
Title: Faking it all
Square filled for @spnabobingo: Omega for hire
Square filled for @afgomegaversebingo: Love at first sight
Summary: You are an omega for hire.
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Other pairings: Alpha!John Winchester
Warnings: angst, a/b/o, mentions of escort service, mentions of prostitution, love-struck Dean, also Dean being a douche, John is the worst, scenting,
Words: 2,6 k
A/N: Reader is not a prostitute. She has strict rules.
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“So, how much will it cost to hire an omega for a weekend with my family. I got that huge family dinner ahead and I’m tired of telling them I’m happy without an omega and pups,” you look up from the folder on your desk.
“We should talk about your taste and, my rules first, Mr. Winchester,” the man huffs as you put your glasses back on. “If you don’t want to follow my rules, you can turn toward some other omega for hire service.”
“You are the best,” he hastily says. “Uh-at least a friend of mine told me so. He said you made his life a lot easier.”
“I can make things easier for you, if you let me,” you offer a tight smile. You don’t like the way the man looks at you. He seems to be one of those rich and spoiled guys breaking all the rules other people must follow. “If you break my rules, you will pay a lot more.”
“Let’s talk about your rules then,” nodding you open the folder again to hand your new client a list with your rules. “Many rules for an escort service.”
“Mr. Winchester, we are not an escort service,” you growl low in your throat. Your scent gets thicker, and Dean must breathe through his mouth to not get overwhelmed. “My girls will accompany you to parties, family dinners, or important meetings. We don’t fuck our clients.”
“You’re…” he laughs now as you cross your arms over your chest. “I didn’t want sex, Ms. Y/L/N. I can find a willing omega anywhere. What I want is someone who will not act out. A professional to pretend she’s my omega.”
“That we can do, Mr. Winchester. I got three ladies who fulfill your standards. We should talk about the rules before I show you their profile, though,” he nods, ready to agree to anything to get his mother off his back.
“Shoot me, sweetheart,” you sneer at the pet name. Alphas always seem to call an omega anything but by their name. “I’m all ears.”
“Don’t call me like that. I’m not your omega, nor your girlfriend. If you want to call a woman like that, earn it first,” his face falls. “Our rules are easy to follow, Mr. Winchester.”
“Please fill me in, Ms. Y/L/N,” Dean mumbles. He doesn’t like you stopped him from being flirty. You are so different from the omegas fawning all over him.
“We don’t offer sex. No touching, no kissing, no coitus,” he nervously chuckles as you go through your list of rules. “I’m aware that you want to fake a relationship. Hugging and light kissing is not off-limits. I will talk to the lady accompanying you, Mr. Winchester.”
“How much for you?” your eyes widen as he gets his credit card out. “Y-ou are professional, and my age. I think you know the rules best. If you come with me, you will know for sure that I didn’t cross a line.”
“I’m not—I,” you pinch the bridge of your nose. All of your available girls are new to the business. Some even offered more than keeping a client company. If they mess this job up too, your business is done for. “Fine. You will pay me 5 grand per day plus expenses. Take it or leave it, Mr. Winchester.”
“I’ll take it,” he places the credit card onto your desk. “I can’t have someone clinging to me or being all over me. This is just not my style. All those meek omegas yearn for attention and to nest in my penthouse…”
“Not every omega is lusting over you, Mr. Winchester,” your face cold, your lips pressed into a thin line you glare at the alpha. “It’s only natural for an omega to want a safe place, and strong alpha to protect her. Our hindbrains tell us so. I never gave in to that urge. No alpha will dominate me. But I do not judge omegas wanting to nest and have pups. The problem is not an omega seeking safety and commitment. It’s the alpha only wanting to get his dick wet.”
“I—” Dean is taken aback by your crudeness. “That’s not what I meant. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You didn’t offend me, but every other omega,” you quip. “One last rule.” You lean closer to hold Dean’s gaze, “if you make me feel uncomfortable in any situation, I will leave, and you’ll pay me in full. Follow the rules and we will get along well.”
“Yeah, I think so too,” feeling his heart flutter, Dean watches you get up from your chair to shake his hand. “We will get along very well, Ms. Y/L/N…”
“I got it from my father,” Dean keeps on talking about his car. You admired his 1967er Chevy Impala, the car he named Baby, and now he won’t stop talking about it. “Sorry…shit.” He sighs deeply. “I talked so much about my car and forgot to ask you questions.”
“It’s fine,” you pat his thigh, not missing Dean is tense when you touch him. “I know how men can get when it comes to cars.” Dean chuckles as you tell him about your father being all crazy about some car. “Your Baby is a nice car, though.”
“We could go for a ride again,” he bites his tongue, realizing you are only with him for the money he pays you. “Oh, I meant we can ride back together.”
“I’d like that,” Dean gives you a soft smile, and you wonder if there is a good alpha hiding behind his cocky façade.
You spent the better part of a week getting to know Dean’s family, his close friends, and some of his exes. His mother loves to invite them to finally get her son to choose an omega and settle down.
It still feels like you don’t belong. You are a stranger pretending to love their son, brother, and friend. It’s your job, still, it felt odd to have the alpha around all the time.
Dean was attentive and caring over the last week. He doesn’t know it, but you assume he could be a good alpha to any omega one day.
“What do you do for work again?” you blink a few times as John, Dean’s father asks you about your job and life once again. He seems to always keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t steal the silverware. “Miss Y/L/N?”
“She’s—” damn him, Dean fails to find the right words. He seems to turn into a nervous little boy close to his father. John’s scent dominates the room, and you scrunch up your nose in disgust. He’s not the kind of alpha you enjoy having around.
“Well, I’m a social media coordinator, Mr. Winchester,” John watches you closely as you take Dean’s hand to squeeze it tightly. “That’s how we met. Dean was looking for a social media coordinator to generate content for his company’s social media accounts. We just…clicked,” you smile softly as Dean moves his arm around your waistline.
“Social media, huh?” the elder alpha huffs. John seems to be the kind of man always trying to make others small and worthless. He sneers as you talk about your former job. “Waste of money if you ask me.”
“Good thing no one asked you,” you’d pay all the money you own to get a picture of John’s face. He struggles to not lose his composure and you; well, you give him your sweetest smile before turning your attention toward his son. “Many companies ask me for help. Only the old-fashioned ones don’t.”
“I make enough money without all of this crap,” Dean watches his father storm off to bark orders at the waiter serving drinks to his guests. You on the other hand smile to yourself, enjoying your little win.
“Well, that was unpleasant,” you chuckle, turning around to focus on Dean and your job, not John. “Your father. A douche.”
“He’s…uh…you know,” Dean sighs as you place your hand onto his chest and lean closer to fake a kiss. “Intense.”
“Intense,” you nod. “That’s one way to describe John Winchester. Another way is to call him a tactless jerk and an idiot. He treated you and your brother like stupid boys and tried to make me feel uncomfortable. He’s not intense but an awful person.”
“You know, money makes some omegas greedy. They tried to get their hands on me and Sammy before. Dad only tries to protect us,” the alpha tries to defend his father’s behavior, but you won’t have it.
“Dean, protecting your family is one thing,” you pat his cheek, hand lingering a little too long for a friendly pat. You cup his face, eyes glued to his pink plump lips you lean a little closer to whisper, “but what your father did not moments ago was inexcusable. He tried to make me feel worthless. Your omega.”
“My what?” dropping your hands as if Dean burned you, you step away from the alpha shaking your head.
“I need to use the restrooms, Dean. If you would excuse me for a moment,” you run off without giving Dean the chance to reply.
“What was that?” Dean wonders aloud while his father strolls back toward his son to find out more about the omega he brought around a week ago. “Son, a word?” John grunts, jerking his head toward the bar. “Let’s have a drink and talk some more.”
Dean groans loudly as his father won’t stop nagging about you, your job and that you are a feisty omega. John doesn’t like you talked back or that you held his gaze.
“For fuck's sake, she's an omega for hire. A better prostitute. I don’t want to marry that girl after knowing her for like three minutes. I brought her here as mother wouldn't stop nagging. It’s a fake date."
"Good...that's goo..." John gasps, as the room suddenly falls silent. He realizes that you are standing in the middle of the room and choke out a sob. Dean is a client, you know that, but the omega in you feels his betrayal hit home. “Shit—”
“Guess the cat is out, huh?” you glance at Dean, sizing him up. “See, ladies, and gentlemen. This man,” pointing at Dean you narrow your eyes, “can’t even find an omega accompanying him. He’s a little boy seeking his daddy’s approval. I hope you got it tonight, Dean.”
“Y/N, sweetheart…I,” Dean steps toward you, and tries to touch your arm but you slap his hand away.
“Red,” you call out. “I told you about my rules. You just broke three of them. I will leave now, and you’ll pay for my inconvenience. No one makes me feel like you just did.”
You twirl around and storm out of the room, ignoring all eyes following you. Little gasps and hushed words follow your departure until deafening silence settles in the room.
“SONOFABITCH,” Dean chases after you. He runs upstairs to stop you from packing your things. His heart is in his throat as he catches a glimpse of you. “Y/N, please wait. I’m sorry…”
“Our business transaction is over,” you walk into the bedroom you shared over the last week to grab your things and get the hell out of this town and away from Dean.
“Sweetheart…I mean Y/N,” the alpha follows you inside the room to watch you hastily pack your things. “Please, wait. I-I’m an idiot. You were right. I tried to get my dad’s approval and I said all those stupid things.”
“It was only the truth?” you shrug. “I’m an omega for hire. You paid me. End of story.”
“What if I don’t want our story to end yet?” he carefully approaches you. Dean takes the clothes out of your hands to toss them into your suitcase. “Can we…I mean…would you…?”
“I want to go now. You made me feel uncomfortable and I won’t have this,” you are adamant about your rules. “No one has the right to make me feel like you did. I thought you can be a good alpha. I was wrong…”
Dean paces in front of your office, clutching the flowers he bought for you to his chest.
“I will go in there and tell her how I feel,” he whispers to himself. “Just don’t tell her right away that you want her to stop meeting up with other alphas for money. She’s an independent woman, Dean.”
“Will you stop talking to yourself and finally enter the building?” Sam cocks a brow as his brother looks at the flowers one last time. “The flowers are beautiful, you look good, and your speech is…well…just don’t talk too much”
“Shut up bitch. I need to get this right and ask her out,” Dean places his hand on the doorhandle, sighing deeply. “What if she says no?” he looks over his shoulder. “Sammy?”
“Christ, go in there and tell her you are sorry for being a douche. You must tell her that you fell in love with her the first time you laid eyes on her. Just don’t mention you’d like to give her pups,” making a face Dean enters the building, nervous as hell.
“Hello, what can I—?” you splutter as none other than Dean steps inside your office. “What do you want here? I’ll not pay you your money back.”
“No—no!” he stretches his arm out to show you the flowers. “For you, Y/N. I came here to apologize again. You must know that I…” Dean stands in your office, at a loss of words. “I kinda love you.”
“What?” you blink a few times. Did Dean Winchester just tell you that he loves you? “Is this some kind of joke?”
“You drive me crazy. Anytime I close my eyes I see you, your smile, and what’s worse, everything seems to smell like you,” he pushes the flowers in your hands. “I came here to say I’m sorry and that I will try to be the best alpha for you. Would you give me the honor to go out with me?” He gives you puppy dog eyes, whining as you shake your head. “Please.”
“No. You didn’t earn to go out with me yet,” you turn around to ignore his low wails. “Come back when you are ready to court for an omega as you should. Until then, leave me alone.”
Dean came back. Day by day over the last six months. He begged, pleaded, and offered anything coming to his mind to make you cave in.
“How about I let you drive my car,” he winces as you purse your lips. God, how you love the alpha is putty in your hands. “Y/N?”
“I can drive your Baby,” Dean reluctantly nods. He hates to let you drive his car but is willing to pay the price to get you to talk to him. “Hmm…fine. You are allowed to ask me out after I drove your car.”
You hold out your hand for the keys, smirking as Dean grumbles under your breath.
“What was that?” you smirk at Dean. “Did you say something?”
“Nothing,” he says. “I said nothing.”
“That was awesome,” you exclaim while slowing down the car. Dean releases a shuddery breath. He almost clawed at the seat as you drove a little too fast. “Damn, what a car.”
“You almost killed us there, Y/N,” chuckling you unbuckle your seatbelt to lean closer to Dean. “I mean it!”
“I want to go out with you tonight. My favorite restaurant, at eight. You will pay for my food, but I’ll pay for the ice cream we will get later,” pecking his cheek you giggle as he purrs low in his throat. “Don’t be late.”
“What? I,” you are gone before Dean can stop you. “She loves me too…she wants me to give her pups. I just know it…”
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