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.