The road not taken

Omegas were rarest species in today’s world, they were the most valued creatures in the world full of alphas and betas. It was a rare occurrence that the off-springs of betas were an omega. Y/N was one such omega, born to beta parents and raised like an alpha, from a very early age she learned not to take shit from anyone despite their status, be it an alpha or a beta or even an omega.
Y/N never liked being treated any different because of biology, she was an independent omega, being a single child taught her that, her parents had simple jobs, her mom was a teacher in high school just like her dad. Y/N, she wanted to become Financial Analyst, numbers affecting a company’s fate, it was where her interests lied. She graduated in business administration with flying colors and landed a job in Winchester Turner Singer Industries.


21. Future

Dean and Sam watched you, rather followed you, they saw you get out of your parents’ house with a frown etched to your face, which reminded Dean of the time when you were trying to figure out the ways to cut losses in their San Antonio branch but were unable to do so without firing some people there, he told you not to worry about it but you didn’t leave it alone and in the end suggested the migration of some employees to other branches. It was a memory, memory of your life together, something that he learned to cherish only after he lost you to his own mistakes.


You were walking on the sidewalk towards the park. Sam saw your discomfort, your hand kept rubbing over your overly large belly full of Winchesters. He remembered, you once twisted your ankle trying to run in the heels you so much hated, trying to catch up the lift. He had to carry you to ER where they bandaged you and advised not to strain your ankle, you got up like a stubborn mule without realizing your condition and thanking doctor and as soon as you took that first step your face turned as if you chewed on a lemon wedge. He reminisced carrying you out and you smacking him continuously for not letting you walk, according to you ‘the more I ignore it, the faster it will heal’ theory was always effective. He chuckled remembering those moments. He wondered if that is what you are doing to him and Dean.


They followed you to the park, they saw you sitting by yourself looking at kids playing around. They saw a burly looking guy, an alpha no doubt, approaching you, both of you seemed in some deep conversation, he pointed out to a kid playing possibly his kid. You gave him a smile, they saw you exchange numbers and Dean’s mind went into overdrive, what if this is the end, you finding a new alpha, leaving them and raising their kids with other alpha, having kids with the other alpha.


Dean was furious at the situation, Sam seemed tense and his broody shoulders were very evident when he saw you in a deep conversation with that alpha, that was supposed to be their moment, not some random alpha who thinks he can take their omega from them.

You were waddling back to your house when you had a sudden urge to have licorice candy and a kale smoothie, never in your whole life you ate or drank those things willingly. These kids have weird choices. Oh god, I would have to be a health freak for them, eww, I will let them eat whatever they want and just hand them fruits and vegetable once a day or once every two days, you thought.


You were tired from your walk and being pregnant didn’t do any good so you went home and ordered that stuff from the local store. Your parents were fussing over you, as soon as you ended the call at the store, Maa got you your favorite cookies, something to eat till they deliver your order. Dad gave you bubble wrap to burst while watching some dumb serial on television. After the store delivered your ambrosia, you devoured it thinking about everything. You were content, happy to be born into the family that loved without conditions, having parents who loved each other, dotted on you, even when you were a failure, failed in love, not once but twice, failed in keeping a decent job, though that was not your fault, it still felt a failed attempt, failure at giving your bunny and kitty a stable home where their Dads loved their Mom, you didn’t even realize that you were back in your room crying on what could have been a great future with your alphas.

Your stress caused babies to kick violently nevertheless you were too grief-stricken so you put your both hands on your stomach and promised them that you would not keep them from their Dads.


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