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.