low_key_angel | A different sort of hunt

The nuzzle to the jaw is still an admission of submission. It works just fine for Sam's wolf as he picks Gabriel up again, dick full and heavy once more as he takes the smaller man through to the bedroom.

"Gonna make sure nobody ever touches you again," he murmured, voice lower as he dropped Gabriel to the bed. "Turn over, baby. Wanna see the back of your neck."

Being manhandled by Sam, his mate, is quite possibly the hottest thing Gabriel had ever experienced. He twined his arms around Sam's shoulders, nuzzling at his jaw as he was carried back into the bedroom.

He whined, eyes flashing bright and golden as he rolled over, offering himself up to his mate, to his Sam. Gabriel tipped his head back, exposing his neck. "Please Sam. Make me yours. Forever." His willing Omega, his mate.

This time, Sam didn't really pause to check that Gabriel was ready. It hadn't been that long since they'd last fucked and Gabriel had been ready enough, then. So he simply lined himself up and pushed forward, spreading Gabriel open with his dick. "Completely mine," he murmured, hands on Gabriel's hips to hold him steady, to pull him back onto Sam's dick as he kept pushing in slowly.

One advantage of heat? He was pretty much always ready. Warm and receptive and slick enough for Sam to mount him without any sort of prep. The muscles in his back went taut as he slowly pushed back against Sam, panting out his name until their bodies met. "Yours, Sam. Always."

Gabriel angled his head invitingly, presenting the full line of his neck for Sam, waiting for the claiming bite, the one that would seal them together for the rest of their lives.

There was definitely a difference in Sam's scent now. He wasn't holding back his wolf or his Alpha-ness. His teeth had elongated before this round, already ready as he laid himself over Gabriel's back again, pressing his lips to the spot where he would claim him.

"Mmm. When we get settled, I wanna watch you ride me," he murmured, hips snapping forward. "Wanna watch you work to take my knot, wanna see your face when you're doing it." He licked over the spot, then lightly scraped his teeth over it. Not enough to break skin, but soon. Very soon.

It was more wolf this time, all strength and power and Gabriel's wolf can't help but rise up in response, keening out his pleasure as Sam mouthed along his neck, rocking into him. "Sam.. ahfuck.. yes." One hand drifted lower, stroking himself as Sam moved faster behind him. Into him.

"Gonna suck you first though. Then I'll ride you. Take that perfect knot of yours."

There's strength and power in Gabriel as well. Sam can feel it thrumming through his Omega's body. He kept thrusting, pushing into Gabriel's body, making him work to accept his knot. Somehow, this coupling seemed faster, harder than the first. Maybe because Sam wasn't holding back as much.

As soon as he felt his knot push all the way in, felt Gabriel's body accepting it and closing around it, he bit, teeth breaking skin as he growled deep in his chest.

Omegas have a different sort of strength to them, a different power. Not one built for combat or even protection, but there's power there. To raise a family, care for an Alpha and bear them up when needed. Bobby had always said that Alphas may rule a pack, but a good Omega is what keeps the Alpha together to do so. Not something to be easily dismissed.

Gabriel is also strong enough to take Sam when he's not holding back, when his fingers are bruise-tight in his hips, working his knot into him hard and fast. The moment Sam's fangs sank into his skin and he felt the blood well, Gabriel came. A combination of pain and pleasure and his wolf knowing that he's truly bound now, part of a better pack with an Alpha he loved.

It was one reason why John had made his boys read the old stories. While Mary herself had been a Beta, Kate had been an Omega and John would never have stood for any of his boys talking back to her or disrespecting her for her status. Not that any of them ever would have, but it was better to know for certain.

What Gabriel's orgasm started, Sam's sealed completely. He wasn't very far behind his mate at all, pheromones and the rhythmic squeezing of his knot sending him over the edge with a bitten off whine against the back of Gabriel's neck. He slid his arm under Gabriel, holding him up as his other arm dropped to the bed, keeping them both upright for the moment as Sam disengaged his teeth, licking lightly over the four spots along the top of his spine.

They were stories they'd one day share with their own children. Old legends that his own pack seemed to have forgotten, or in their arrogance, chosen to ignore.

Gabriel sagged into Sam's arms, his wolf sated, body pleasantly exhausted. The bites would scar over and be visible even when shifted, the mark of a mated and bound wolf. He hummed happily at the attention lavished on those fresh marks. "Mmh. Think we've got a few hours now." Plenty of time after his knot went down to shower, call Anna and get back to the heat cottage the Winchesters had.

Not just the Winchesters. His pack now.

Sam couldn't help but laugh softly at Gabriel, kissing the back of his neck again. "That's what you said last time," he reminded his mate. He carefully maneuvered them onto their sides again, a much more comfortable position for the time being.

Gabriel chuckled, pressing back against his mate as Sam shifted them to rest on their sides again, arms and legs tangled comfortably together. "Hey, this is new for me too." The wolf was content, happy and finally Gabriel wasn't dreading the rest of his heat.

"But I think it'll be better next time. A little calmer. Always starts out frantic before things even out a little."

"It also won't matter as much next time if it doesn't take long in between," he noted, stroking Gabriel's stomach again. "So, it's always been like that for you?"

Gabriel chewed at his lower lip for a moment, breathing in the reassuring scent of his mate. Heat was difficult for unmated Omegas, and being forced to deal with it alone was worse, craving contact when none was to be had. It was more than the mating, it was needing touch, needing to be near another wolf and he’d always been isolated. He reminded himself firmly that was his past before answering. “For the most part. I was usually locked downstairs to deal with it on my own. Michael had the bright idea of bringing chains into play when he caught me escaping one year. It was bad enough I was an Omega, but one who wound up knocked up and unmated?” He snorted derisively.

“The first few hours were always a blur, clawing at the door before I had to take care of things myself. Usually by the second day things were easier. I could eat, grab a few hours of sleep here and there."

The hand stroking Gabriel's stomach paused, tension going through Sam's body. "He chained you during your heats?"

His voice had gone dangerously low, very clearly unhappy with the idea. Even though he had talked not long ago about pinning Gabriel down during sex, that was a thing of mutual desire, not of trying to control Gabriel's needs or his desire to mate.

This time when he flushed, it was more from shame than heat or desire. There was nothing more humiliating for a wolf to be chained up like a wild animal, even an Omega in heat. But Michael was an Alpha, and he and his brothers tended to avoid other Omegas so they’d never understood the drive of rut, or an Omega’s need to mate. It was an alien and frankly, embarrassing concept to his brother. So it was best shoved in a room and contained until his brother could behave rationally again.

“Every cycle,” Gabriel confirmed quietly, pressing back against his mate. “The first three days at least. Sometimes longer.”

“If I didn’t have the shop I probably would have run years ago. Taken off and tried to find another pack, find some way to escape.”

But now he had Sam. He had a bonded mate. He didn't have to go back.

Had he not been knotted to Gabriel, if this had come out when he was more free to move, it was entirely possible that Sam would have gotten up and gone to challenge Michael right then.

Since he was, though, that meant he was more attuned to the way that Gabriel himself was reacting, which cooled his temper a bit. At least for the time being. There would be time to deal with Michael later, after all.

"I'm so sorry you went through that," he murmured, holding Gabriel close. "Your brothers are idiots and I hate what they put you through, but I'm selfishly glad that you didn't run."

Sam was a soothing presence wrapped around him, and Gabriel let himself relax against his mate. He'd never be chained up again. Maybe they'd fool around with restraints later, but it would be a voluntary thing, purely for fun.

He smiled quietly, breathing in their mingled scents. "So am I Sam. I'm glad I stayed."

Soon he'd meet his new pack, and never have to see his brothers again. His children, the ones he'd eventually have with Sam, would be safe from them and be raised in a house full of warmth and affection.

His cell phone chirped from the nightstand and he huffed out a laugh. "That'd be Cas. Anna must have called him." But it can wait, as he made no move to reach for the phone. Later. It can all wait. Right now, he's good right where he is.

"Mmm. I've been hearing mine chiming off and on since we came back in here." Of course his phone was in the other room. He'd need to remember to keep it nearby during heats. "It's either Dean giving me shit or Adam checking in. Probably Dean. Though I'm sure I'll hear from Adam as soon as he doesn't have class."

Sam was glad Gabriel didn't move for the phone. Sure, he wouldn't have stopped him because it was kind of a big thing, but he was more than happy to let the phone go for the moment.

“We’ll grab it before the next one.” Not that he intended to do much talking or texting while he was in heat. Most of the time he didn’t have much in the way of an attention span and now that he had a mate, Gabriel was content to devote his attention to Sam instead.

“Guess it’s something of big news in the pack. With Adam in school and Dean being.. Dean, you’re the first one mated, right?” He reached back to stroke his hip.

Word traveled quickly in a close knit pack, and with any luck his own brothers would be too angry at one another to talk and realize he hadn’t returned home yet. As soon as Sam’s knot deflated, they’d pack up a few things and head for the Winchester heat cottage where they could spend their time uninterrupted for the duration of his heat.

((Any thoughts on what else you’d like to do with them? Fast forward to pregnant Gabe, someone running afoul of Gabriel’s brothers?))

Sam laid his hand over Gabriel's, another point of contact. "Yeah, I am. I think we all expected me to wait another year or so, though, until school was finished. But I'm really glad I didn't have to." Even if he already was regretting the amount of stress Gabriel would be dealing with. The final year of law school was the hardest, after all. "Bobby's holding back the information, though, if anybody other than pack asks him. They really don't need to know."

((I'm good with either! Though I do like the idea of pregnant Gabe. Mostly because Sam in my head is all proud and protective.))

((Let me know how this works, I’m going with a slight fast forward. Sam finds out, brothers disapprove))

It was stressful, watching Sam leave for law school after the holiday. Gabriel spent most of his free time with his new pack and they went a long way towards easing his loneliness. There were phone calls, the occasional random text, but nothing was quite as welcome for both of them as a brief weekend visit. They didn’t get quite as lost in one another without the drive of heat, but it was still a comfort to spend a few days close. Taking care of the kitchen while Sam studied, letting Sam read with his head in his lap, leaving bread and a few meals stashed in the freezer for the week. And of course, finding new and inventive ways to distract him for a few hours now and then.

They were happy. Being apart wasn’t easy, but they were making it work.

Shortly before graduation, as Sam was packing up his apartment to head home for good, the phone rang.

“Sam – hey. Are, ah, are you sitting down?”

Sam had never thought he would want to leave law school so much in his life. Admittedly, college itself had been a rebellion against his father, at least at the time. But he was also really good at academics and he enjoyed it. But the last semester and a bit with only seeing his mate for weekend visits?

Yeah. Sam was definitely looking forward to going home.

He picks up the phone, putting another couple of books into a box. Though he stops at that tone of voice from his bonded. The bond itself can't give him much over this distance, but the sound of Gabriel's voice is enough to make him reach for a chair. "Is something wrong? Did the architect screw up the plans again?" The house plans were very much in Gabriel's purview, after all.

Gabriel couldn’t wait for Sam to come home. For the past few months, he’d been overseeing the build of the house, sinking a good portion of his own savings into the process, making sure that they had a good and comfortable place to live. A good place to raise their children. While Sam worried about school and passing the bar, Gabriel stepped up and took on everything else, much to the surprise of his pack. He supervised the build, made all the decisions. Sam had put his faith in him to build a nice house and he wasn’t going to let him down.

“No, the house is fine. We’re all set to move in next week.” A brief pause as he tried to get his thoughts in order.

“I told Dean I wanted to call you. About what happened today. Michael, he, ah, he came by the shop this morning. Now before you ask, I’m okay. Dean tossed him out before things got ugly.” He only had a few bruises to show for it, and the marks were already fading. They’d be completely gone before Sam got home. “Ever the bossy boots, he had me go get checked out while Ellen closed up shop for the day.”

He can’t contain the slightly giddy laugh. “Sam. Sammy, I’m.. we’re.. I’m pregnant.”

The bar was still in the future, but the degree was nearly out of the way. Once he had that piece of paper, things started looking up.

Sam felt his lips curl slightly at the mention of Michael. "What the hell did Michael want?" he asks, mostly because there's no way Michael would have come anywhere near the bakery without reason. That he did it while Sam was still away is, in its own way, even a little worse to Sam's opinion.

But the rest of it makes him glad he'd sat down. Sam opens his mouth, closing it again before he manages to say anything. "Pregnant?" he asks, then, "But...did the implant malfunction? I mean, you got it out as soon as the doctor confirmed it, right? I don't think it can cause any complications, but..." He blows out a breath, slumping back against his seat. "I thought male Omegas could only get pregnant during heat?"

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