Castiel was originally a beta, as all angels are. (The exception being the archangels and nephilim who are all Alphas.) But when Castiel chose to become human and joined the Winchesters, he became an Alpha. For a long time he had to figure out how to navigate life as an Alpha as scents and everything overwhelmed him. The Winchester’s helped and Cas was able to get his footing. Angel mates are different than others, while scents are still very much present the mate of an angel can see their wings. You’re playing as the Winchester’s middle sister and an Omega. And although you’re an Omega, you can hunt and fight as well if not better than your overprotective brothers. Brought on by years of John’s training and learning to suppress your instincts. You’ve never had a nest, and the only maternal instincts you feel are towards Jack.

Based heavily on Phantom of the Opera. Erik Destler is an Alpha who manages his Opera house with an iron fist. Demanding the very best of his performers. He’s a strict Alpha who’ll bark orders if he thinks it’ll make someone yield to his way. He’s a talented artist, architect and singer. His voice like smooth chocolate and silver silk. Vicomte Raoul De Chagny, also an Alpha, is a patron and a close friend of his. Christine Daaé is one of his top performers, an Omega, and the Prima Donna of the opera house. She’s mated to Raoul. Madame Giry is a discerning Beta woman, the head of the ballet and helps keep everything running smoothly. Meg Giry is also a Beta girl who is the Prima Ballerina of the show. More than anything, however, Erik wants a mate of his own.

In my own version of this Supernatural world, Dean is still his Demon self, albeit a safer version. He hunts with his brother Sam and on occasions Castiel and Jack as well. Castiel is still teaching Jack how to be an Angel. This is also an Alpha-Omegaverse. Dean is an Alpha, but he’s never taken a mate. He has two reasons for this: One: he doesn’t want to subject an Omega to the hunting lifestyle. Two: a part of him won’t take the risk unless it’s his fated mate. The story takes place when a new case brought up missing people and Sam and Dean knew they had to investigate in the small midwestern town. Their case drew them to the bar, but as soon as they walked in, Dean tensed up, his black eyes flashing for a second before returning to their usual emerald green. A scent in the room was far too sweet for a place like this and he really didn’t like how the other Alphas in the place were eyeing up the beautiful bartender serving the place.

Curiosity always got the better of you. And one day you wander too far from your village, nearly a full days ride away. You come upon an entire bustling city. One moment it’s just bare empty land, the next it’s there. You wander further into the city, staring at everything. Men and women with porcelain skin and red eyes and fangs. You must look out of place because watchmen stop you. “What is your name, Miss?” “Um…(Y/N)” “And you’re from here?” “Yes.” You didn’t know why, but you felt you needed to lie. The watchmen exchanged a look, “And to which coven do you belong?” They quickly seized you, clasping your wrists in irons and telling you you were blind and mute. “Take her to the King, she’s either of witches descent or a Blood Singer.” You hear someone say. You’re dragged through the city, but you can’t see anything. The shackles cut into your wrists, breaking the skin and making me bleed. Soundless sobs of fear leave your lips even more so when you hear a booming voice. As soon as the watchmen enter with you, Caliban stands from his throne, furious as soon as he smells your blood. “What have you done with her? Bring her here!” The watchmen, trembling, put you on your knees before the King. “Look at me, Beloved. Are you alright?” Gentle hands cup your face and when your eyes focus again, you see his emerald eyes searching your face, scanning you for injury.