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A different sort of hunt

Gabriel was used to being odd man out, the only Omega born to his small, powerful pack. But with two older brothers who were both Alphas, they were usually more concerned with their own power plays than Gabriel and his search for a mate.

Because heat when you were unmated? Sucked.

Michael would probably prefer to chain him up once a year and let him sweat it out, which is probably why he left home as his heat started to near.

If he was going to find a mate, it was going to be on his terms.

What he didn't expect was to catch a tantalizing scent at the local bookstore. Something that called up images of sunlight and pine trees and cool shade.

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"Nah, you'd be great with 'em, I'm sure."

The brush of the Alpha's hand set off an immediate chain reaction. Heat bloomed across Gabriel's skin, rocking him to his core. His pupils dilated, breath instantly coming in quick, short pants. Heat. Oh god. It was starting already, triggered by Sam's touch. The small kitchen was flooded with a rush of pheromones and Gabriel whined, the pies completely forgotten in favor of the big wolf in front of him. Alpha. His Alpha.

"Sam?" A breathless whimper as he tangled his still-floured hands in the front of his shirt. The instinct is too strong to fight anymore, and Gabriel simply tipped his head back, bearing his throat.

It had been a while since Sam had been around an Omega in heat, but that didn't mean he didn't recognize the symptoms when they finally happened. His nostrils flared again as he took in the new, changed scent, the earlier scent now nearly overpowering.

Something from the books Gabriel had asked about earlier filtered into his mind, that a wolf would know his destined mate and he silently cursed himself for not really remembering them better. He swallowed, eyes on the empty expanse of Gabriel's throat before leaning down and nuzzling it, instinct telling him to bite down, leave a mark. Not a permanent, bonding mark yet, though he knew he wanted that as well.

But the mark let his mind clear a little bit, wolf happy to know that Gabriel would understand his need. "The oven. Should...that should be turned off. Right?" His voice had already dropped a note, gravelly with need and desire.

The nuzzle was enough, at least for the moment. Not enough to seal their bonding, not when what he wanted was fangs breaking skin and marking him for good, but it helped his head clear when Sam spoke. Unwilling to give up an inch of space between them, he untangled his hand from Sam's shirt and fumbled for the knobs, switching the oven off before pressing in closer.

"Sam," he panted. "Please. Please." He was already straining his jeans, nosing at the faint stubble along Sam's jaw. Another moment and he'd be reduced to outright begging, his wolf desperate to be mated, to let Sam claim what was his.

It was difficult, but Sam knew he needed to be the one who could think, at least for another few moments before the pheromones got too heavy for them both. He could only hold out so long before he was in full blown rut himself.

"Bed," he murmured to Gabriel. "We need to find a bed or...or something. Comfortable."

His wolf would have been perfectly happy pushing Gabriel over the prep table and taking him like that, but the knotting would have been far, far too uncomfortable for them both in that position. Especially with the difference in heights.

And Gabriel wouldn't have complained one bit if Sam had simply pushed him down and taken him right then and there. Sure, their backs would make them regret it later, but he was too far gone to think for very long.

Panting, rubbing his cheek against Sam's chest and breathing in great gulps of his scent, Gabriel forced himself to think. Bed. Comfortable. "Up-upstairs," he whined. "Apartment is over the bakery. I live there." One hand fumbled for the keys on the table.

It was a small apartment, but it was something Gabriel had built on his own, a sanctuary away from his brothers, even if they disapproved of their Omega being out of sight (or out of their control) for long.

Fuck. He was going to do this right. Gabriel knotted his fingers in Sam's shirt and forced himself to move, leading the bigger wolf up the stairs in the back, taking them two at a time before hitting the door and just barely getting getting the door open. "Home."

Sam had to duck a bit on the stairs, though his long legs meant that he could keep up with Gabriel taking them two at a time.

Once they got to the top and the door was open, Sam bent, scooping Gabriel up in his arms before they crossed the threshold. He kicked the door shut behind them and turned, following the scent of Gabriel through to the bedroom. "Don't get to stay here much, do you?" The scent was faint, but one he could still pick up as he made his way to the room.

He went easily with Sam, arms sliding around his neck as the bigger wolf scooped him up and started bearing them both back towards his bedroom. Skin flushed, he nuzzled at his jaw, wanting nothing more than to be closer to Sam.

"Hn? Not really. Only when they're fighting." Fingers that had worked deftly with pastry crust only a few minutes ago were making quick work of the buttons on Sam's shirt. "They don't notice 'm gone those days. So I stay here when I can."

When Lucifer or Michael don't try and haul him home.

Something Sam was more than happy to let him get to. Though, really, he probably should have thought to clean Gabriel's hands, first. Not that it really mattered at the moment. That was what lulls were for, anyway, for Sam to take care of his...of Gabriel.

He was so hard, so ready already to just rip Gabriel's clothing off and take him. He bent, laying Gabriel on the bed as he started working on his shirt, making himself go slowly. "Have you...I mean, has there..." He fumbled over his words before looking up at Gabriel seriously. "Am I your first?"

He didn't care if there had been others. Well, a lie, but he didn't care as much. But he needed to know how slowly he needed to go.

He'd invested in a large bathtub, more than enough room for both of them for later. When things had cooled and they had time to think.

Not yet. Right now the only thing Gabriel wants is bare skin and Sam's large hands on him. The gentle way he laid him down, working at his shirt, he wasn't used to such care and it was.. nice. Wonderful really. Gabriel smiled, tugging Sam into a kiss. Warm and sweet, even as his hands worked urgently at his clothes.

"My first during heat," he confirmed. "Not my first ever, though. Kinda thought I'd save heat for my.. my mate."

And there, it was out in the open now.

Gabriel had to know how close to his heat he was. And yet he'd invited Sam back to the bakery, had done his best to get Sam close. None were the actions of someone who just wanted sex. Or just wanted an alpha to keep him company, Sam didn't think.

He pushed the shirt open, stroking one large hand over Gabriel's chest, fingers bumping over a nipple as he kissed Gabriel back.

"I've wanted you since I first scented you in the bookshop," he admitted, because it seemed like something he could give Gabriel. "I swear, I could smell you as you walked in the door."

Gabriel arched into that touch with a pleased rumble bordering on a whimper. More. God, he needed so much more. He didn't want just sex, didn't want just someone to help cool his heat, Gabriel wanted more. He wanted a mate, he wanted stability, he wanted a future with someone.

Call him old-fashioned, but he wanted it to be right.

Panting, Gabriel worried gently at Sam's lower lip with blunt teeth. "Me too. First thing I thought of were the old stories. That maybe," his fingers grazed the beltline of Sam's jeans, "I'd fount what I'd been missing my whole life."

Sam brought his hand up, stroking his fingers over Gabriel's cheek, then down his throat. "Guess maybe there's something to those old stories after all, huh?" He smiled, then pulled back to pull off his own shirt, showing off the pack mark on his left pectoral. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Gabriel up so that they could get rid of his shirt, too. "I'm going to take such good care of you, Gabriel. Going to make you feel so good."

"Always thought they were silly," he confessed, tilting into that touch, the drag of fingers down his neck. "Until I walked into that bookstore, when I smelled you there."

He lets himself be pulled up, leaning to kiss the pack mark reverently before shedding his own shirt, tossing it aside. Then there was nothing but the warm slide of skin against skin and he groaned, crawling up into Sam's lap to kiss him again, fingers carding reverently through his hair.

"Sam," he whimpered, rolling his hips down, his body screaming its assent. He wouldn't be alone through this heat, left locked away and howling out his desperation for days. This time he had Sam and he believed every word he said. Sam would take care of him. "Please. Please, I need you."

His Omega. Sam leaned in, pressing his nose to the juncture of shoulder and neck, where the scent was good and strong. His hands dropped to Gabriel's ass, kneading through his jeans, pulling the Omega's hips tight against his own. The scent was stronger, cinnamon and sugar added in as he let go of Gabriel's ass to undo his belt. "Need you naked," he rumbled. "Need you naked and on your hands and knees. Know what you want. What you need, baby."

The hands and knees were a traditional mating position. For the first time, especially when Gabriel had never been mounted during a heat before, it would be easiest. Especially given Sam's size.

At that point, Sam could have insisted Gabriel stand on his head and he wouldn't have cared. He whimpered, squirming out of his lap long enough to tear off his jeans and boxers.

Instinct had him on his hands and knees, eager and presenting to his Alpha. His Sam.

It wasn't the first time he'd been mounted, but it was his first time being mounted in the throes of heat. "Implant," he ground out. "I have one." Protection against unintended pregnancy. Expensive protection, but Gabriel had decided after his first heat, it was worth the money. He wanted children and a mate, but on his terms.

He just hoped Sam wouldn't pull away, knowing Gabriel wasn't fertile.

Sam groaned at the sight and the pronouncement, even as he stood to get rid of his own clothing. He got caught on his boots, though, and had to take an extra moment to get rid of them before he could settle behind Gabriel, reaching down to stroke his fingers over the Omega's opening. "Then I guess I don't have to worry so much about a condom, do I?" He should. He knew he should, because even though he knew he was clean, he should still...

But his wolf was screaming MATE at him, and the wolf didn't want anything between them. And Sam found himself agreeing.

Gabriel pressed back against his fingers, against any contact at all. His head sagged forward and he whined. Lycanthropy was a fairly aggressive gene, wiping out most diseases before packs could succumb. A condom would have been extra protection, but he wasn't sure he could stand waiting much longer.

"Please," he begged, hips rocking backwards. "Sam, please. I need you. Need you in me."

He needed his Alpha. He needed Sam.

"I know you do, baby. Just need to be certain you're ready." Because Sam was big. And even in the throes of heat, Sam knew Gabriel would need a little preparation.

It was difficult, though. So difficult when his head was filled with that perfect scent, urging him close, urging him to push inside Gabriel. He was able to defeat that for a few more moments, pushing two fingers into Gabriel and stopped, groaning at the slick, wet heat tight around them.

Gabriel choked on a sound when Sam's fingers slid easily inside him. Even Omegas still needed some prep and he rocked backwards, breath hitching as Sam worked him open. He was ready, having waited his entire life for this, for an Alpha to mount and claim him. To be mated.

"Sam," he pleaded. "Ready. 'm ready. Please.. now."

There was only so far that Sam's control could hold, anyway. He pulled his hand back and moved between Gabriel's legs, pushing his knees out a bit to widen his stance. Then he reached down, stroking himself for just a moment before he leaned forward, pressing the head of his dick against Gabriel. He licked his lips, then pushed forward until the head slipped into the Omega's body.

Sam slowly pressed inside, stealing Gabriel's breath away. He was stretched full, barely aware of the faint burn as his body adjusted to the feeling of Sam buried deep in him. His hands twisted in the sheets, panting out his name.

Mated. He'd finally found his Alpha in Sam Winchester.

"More," he begged, his wolf finally relaxed and calm beneath the larger one. "God. Sam.."

Sam let his hands fall to Gabriel's hips, holding him still as he pushed forward, kept going until he was fully inside Gabriel. Something he found himself marveling at because Jess had never been able to take all of him.

He slid back, almost all the way out before pushing back in again. Letting Gabriel get used to the movement, to the feeling before he did anything else. "God, Gabriel. You feel so good."

Gabriel cried out as Sam surged forward, filling him. He'd never felt so complete, with Sam so close, hands on his hips as he moved forward. The only thing that would make the moment more perfect would be Sam's fangs sinking into his neck, marking him permanently as his.

But even without the bite, it's perfect, heat and pressure and his wolf screaming finally. Finally he's found his mate.

"Sam.. so good. S'okay, can take it. Want more."

That would happen. Sam was certain of that now. But it wouldn't happen just yet. Sam was holding back the subtle shift that would have elongated his teeth, let the wolf leak into the human. Not yet, at least.

Sam took him at his word, though, hands hard on Gabriel's hips as he started moving faster, thrusting harder into him. His fingers dug in, hard enough to raise bruises that would heal quickly but that they'd both know had been there. "Fucking perfect, Gabriel. So fucking tight and hot." He punctuated it with a hard thrust. "Mine."

The bruise-hard grip was enough and Gabriel whimpered, arching back to match his pace easily. There were no awkward moments, no waiting to shift angles or adjustments, it was seamless, perfect. Perfect because he'd been waiting for Sam his entire life. The wolf that was supposed to claim him, the one that he could give everything to without fear or hesitation.

"Fuck Sam.. so fucking good. Yours. Always been.. nnh.. yours." He's so hard it hurts and every thrust brings him achingly close to the brink. "Yours."

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