#the thai restaurant scene was fucking flawless

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Political Animals-Part 5

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

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

FYI: The words in bold are texts

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I should have known when Cas asked me to meet him for lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant that he was trying to bribe me.  He HATED Thai food.

“So next Friday is a fundraiser to benefit the Met.  It’s black tie.  Mom wants us all to go.  She says everyone who is anyone will be there, including a few wealthy patrons she is hoping will donate to her campaign.  Will you go?”  He looked worried.

I sighed.  “Why does she always send you to do her dirty work, Cas? It’s really not fair to you to be put in the middle of this mess with us.”

He grinned at me. “Mom’s a smart woman.  She knows you won’t say no to your big brother.  So are you in?  You can even bring a date if you want.”

I thought of Sam who I’d secretly seeing behind everyone’s back. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Mom said she would buy you a dress.  Will you be bringing someone?”  Cas asked uncomfortably.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I can buy my own damn dress, Cas! You’re not fooling me for a second.  That is just Mom’s way of trying to control what I wear.  And I’l be coming alone. I wouldn’t subject anyone to this train wreck.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N.” Cas said with a smirk.

“I can’t wait until this damn election is over!” I told him with an exhausted groan.

He raised an eyebrow at me.  “But what if Mom wins?”

Y/N: I just wish once she would ask me to go to something herself instead of making Cas do it.

Sam: What now?

Y/N: She wants me to go to a black tie benefit for the Met next Friday. And I can even bring a date. Know any single guys?

Sam: It just so happens that I’m going to that too. My Dad is bringing me and Dean.  I'll be your date, I'm sure your Mother would LOVE that!

Y/N: Don't I wish, Sam (sigh) 

Sam: We're going to have to come clean eventually. You aren't getting rid of me that easily

I bought a gorgeous red dress for the Met gala because I wanted a splash of color in the sea of black I knew would be there.  I had started not feeling well the afternoon of the party, but I chalked it up to nerves.  I felt like a china doll that was carted out for special occasions.

I met Cas and Meg at our assigned table.  Cas looked very dashing in his tux, his bow-tie and cummerbund matching the blue of his eyes.  Meg was gorgeous in a deep sapphire gown that showed off her flawless complexion.  My mother had chosen a simple black gown that completely washed her out.

I dutifully walked over and kissed her cheek.  “Hi Mom.”  I said quietly.

“Red, really?  Couldn’t you have worn something a little more conservative?” That was the greeting I got.  She looked me up and down critically.  “Those heels are awfully high, Y/N.”

“I need a drink.” I muttered as I stalked off in search of the bar.  Why did I let her get to me so?

The line at the bar was long so I took my place and waited.  “You look absolutely stunning.” Sam whispered in my ear.

I jumped in surprise. “You scared me!” I took in the sight that was Sam Winchester in a tux.  He was perfect. His tux must have been custom-made because it fit his long legs and broad shoulders perfectly.  I noted with some irony he was wearing a red tie and cummerbund.  “We match.” I whispered.

I turned back around so no one would notice me talking to Sam for too long and say something to my mother.  He came up behind me and whispered in my ear again.  “Of course we do....That’s because I’m your date, even if no one knows it but you and me.”

It was my turn so I placed my order and waited for my drink.  When the bartender handed it to me, I turned and faced Sam before walking away.  As I walked past him I whispered in his ear, “Red is definitely your color, Sam.  I want you to fuck me wearing that red bow tie, and NOTHING else.”  I couldn’t help grinning at Sam’s low groan as I walked away.  

I had gotten about half way back to our table when I got a little dizzy.  I need to eat something, I thought.  Luckily a waiter passed by with some hors’doeuvres so I snagged a few.  They tasted like cardboard but I felt better.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” Meg asked when I got back. 

Okay.  Play dumb.  “I don’t know.  Someone making small talk in line to pass the time.” I said nonchalantly.  “Where’s Cas?”

Meg rolled her eyes.  “Your mother is making the rounds introducing “Her son the Doctor”.  I said I would wait for you.”

She had a very complex relationship with her own mother Lilith, so she totally understood my pain.  Meg was incredibly observant, so I needed to watch my interactions with Sam in public.

“Look out.  Here she comes, and she has someone with her.” Meg hissed in warning.

My mother was walking with a handsome blond-haired man who just screamed old money.  Alpha.  Very Alpha.  I could smell him coming a mile away.  Perfect.  “Roger, This is my daughter, Y/N.  Y/N, this is Roger Mason.  He is one of my most generous campaign supporters.”

“Nice to meet you.” I smiled at him.  He was attractive in that blond rich-boy way, but he wasn’t Sam.

“Y/N LOVES to dance, and sadly no one has asked her yet.” My mother said pointedly.

Bitch.  She knew I HATED dancing, but was using me to entertain her wealthy Alpha friend.  

“Would you like to dance?” He asked me.  As if I had a choice.  I started to sweat.  

“Sure.” I replied.  He led me to the floor.  My mother stood watching until her campaign manager drew her away.  I was uncomfortable from the start.  He held me too tightly, and his hands wandered just a bit.  I looked over my shoulder and saw Sam standing at the edge of the crowd watching me, his face dark.

Just walk away Sam.  Please.  This is how it has to be.  Don’t make a scene.  I projected with my eyes.  He must have gotten the message because he downed his drink and stalked away. 

When Roger’s hands settled on my ass and squeezed, I was about to pull away when I heard Sam’s voice behind me.  “Get your hands off her ass.” He growled, his voice furious.

“I saw her first.  I don’t see a claim mark on her and she’s not complaining, so back off.” Roger said confidently.

Sam didn’t hesitate.  He hauled off and punched Roger in the jaw, knocking him out cold in one punch.  He grabbed my arm possessively.  People began to whisper.  I gritted my teeth in pain as I felt the familiar cramping sensations start.

“Oh no.  Sam, you need to go now.  My Mom and Cas are coming.  You can’t be here. Please Sam! GO!”

He looked at me, and I saw his nostrils twitch, and his pupils dilate.  He took an involuntary step towards me.  “Your heat is starting.”  He whispered.  He shook his head as if to clear it and turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Cas came over to me, concern in his eyes.  “What happened, Y/N?”  I saw Cas’ eyes widen slightly and I knew he smelled it too.

I saw my mom’s campaign manager Gary heading towards us. Not a good sign. Roger was moaning as he started to come around.

“Cas, I need to leave. My heat is starting, almost two weeks early.  This guy and another Alpha got into a fight when they smelled it.  I don’t want to cause a scene.” I whispered.

“Your supposed to be on supressants!” My mother whispered with clenched teeth.

“I am!  They didn’t work!” I said defensively.

“You know they aren’t 100% effective.” Cas reminded her. “I told you this could happen.  Do you want me to take you home?” He asked me.

“No. You stay and smooth things over with Roger, could you? I owe you one!” I grimaced with pain as my core twisted.

“Is everything under control here?” Gary asked, fake smile plastered to his face.

“Wasn’t that John Winchester’s younger son?” My mother asked suspiciously.

“Who?” I said blankly.

“The one who punched Roger!”

“I don’t know. Can I please go? I am in pain.” I said quietly.

“Yes, go.” My mother said dismissively, hurrying with Gary over to Roger.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Cas asked me.

“Stop worrying. I will be fine.”  I kissed Cas’ cheek, said a quick word to Meg and hurried out of the ballroom. The pain was becoming worse by the minute. The short drive to my apartment seemed to take forever.  The closer I got to home, the wetter I became.  Slick was pouring out of me, and all I could think of was Sam.

When I entered my building, I tugged off my heels and ran up the stairs.  I stopped dead when I got to my door.  Sam was standing in front of it, pacing.  I ran to him.  His pupils were completely blown, the greenish-blue a narrow ring. His hair was a mess and he had removed his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves.  He was sweating profusely.  Sam had gone into rut.  

“Omega.” He growled, pulling me to him.

Part 6

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