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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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"He's just as thrilled as the rest of us, believe me."

Dean took another quick glance around the apartment with a nod. "Yeah, think we're about ready to hit the road here. We'll call you as you get close."

"Keep an eye out Sammy. We're on our way."

And just outside, a wolf howled.

"Crap. Gabriel, let's move."

"I'll keep my cell close." And if they were moving, there probably wasn't time to say good-bye to Gabriel. "Tell Gabriel I'm looking forward to seeing him. Now get going."

He hung up because Dean needed to concentrate. He'd heard that howl in the background, after all. It might not mean anything, but there was really no telling. Sam looked down at the phone in his hand and cursed under his breath before he pulled out his wallet and double-checked he had his concealed carry permit on him. Only then did he go to check the gun he kept in a safe in the bedside table (different drawer from the lube and condoms). He pulled on his own shoulder rig, grabbing a light jacket to go over it before he pocketed his cell phone and went out the door to inform the people who needed to know about what was happening and who to keep a look out for.

And maybe go to the gym because he had a lot of anger to work off, suddenly.

The drive out of town was quick, Dean sticking to the back roads that he knew before finally turning on the highway. While no wolves had stopped them on the way out, the howling had him on guard and not breathing easily until they'd crossed the state line. Werewolves were fast runners, but even they couldn't keep up with his Baby.

Once the car was on the highway, the rumble of the engine was enough to lull Gabriel almost immediately to sleep. Pregnancies were quick, usually seven months or so, which meant his body was working overtime even at such an early stage. He barely stirred when Dean pulled off for gas and a refill on coffee before continuing on. Sam's apartment was still a few hours away and he had every intention of being there at first light.

It was just after dawn when they pulled up in front of Sam's building. Dean was haggard, but alert, on guard for any sign of trouble as they got out of the car and headed upstairs.

The warm, familiar scent of his mate was a welcome one and Gabriel finally felt some of the tension of the past day and a half slip away. He could breathe again, now that he was close.

It was a good thing that Sam had already finished his finals. There was no way that he would have been able to concentrate on them with all of this hanging over his head.

Concentration had, for the most part, gone out the window. Sam had managed to pack a little more, but it had been scattered and mostly in different boxes. Most of his apartment had already been packed, though, and that left him to watch TV at loose ends for the night. He'd dozed off on the couch at some point, weapon nearby. He came awake at the sound of somebody in the corridor, reaching for the gun as he got up and headed for the door. He did walk over to the window, looking out for a moment before he relaxed. The Impala was in the parking lot, so that could only be good news.

He crossed to the door, tucking the gun into a holster at the back of his jeans, opening the door when he heard them coming closer. Which was when he got the first whiff of Gabriel and how his scent had changed. And even though he'd been told, he stood in the doorway, eyes gone wide with wonder.

That wide eyed look, the soft wonder in his smile as he stepped closer. God. It made it all worth it. Smiling, Gabriel raised up on his toes to kiss his mate. Their scents were mingled now, a clear sign of his pregnancy, however unexpected it had been. He dropped one hand to his waist to steady himself. Sam smelled warm and familiar, the sharp underlying tang of stress and gun oil weren't unexpected either.

"So, ah, hi."

Bag slung over one shoulder, both hands free, Dean tromped up the hall behind him. "Okay. Both of you inside. I've been living on coffee all night and if I don't eat something soon.."

"Yeah, yeah. I stocked up yesterday." Sam wrapped his arm around Gabriel's shoulders, glancing down the hall behind Dean before pulling his mate into the apartment. Which was mostly organized chaos, but he hadn't packed up the kitchen yet. "You're at least getting a nap before you go anywhere, though, you realize that?"

Yes, Dean needed to get back home so that he and the rest of the family could handle what needed to be handled. Though, no doubt, Samuel was already doing his best to get Michael in for a mediated meeting with John. It wasn't Michael that was the main worry, though.

Dean grunted, kicking the door closed behind him and tripping the lock. Really he didn't want to stay, didn't want to interfere with Sam and Gabriel celebrating the new arrival. But with Gabriel's pack acting up, he can't exactly afford to let his attention slip due to fatigue. "Just gimme a sandwich and a couple hours and I'll leave you two lovebirds alone."

A weary grin and he pulled his brother into his arms. The news was still amazing and even with the new tension between the Winchesters and Gabriel's pack, he's over the moon for his little brother. "Way to go Sammy. Gonna be an awesome Dad you know."

Sam was less concerned about Gabriel's brothers and more concerned about his own brother driving off the damned road because he was tired. "I know. You need to get back home and all." And, yes, he wanted time alone with Gabriel.

He went into the hug, though, hugging Dean tight. "I don't know about that, but we'll definitely do our best." He pulled away before the hug could go too long, pulling Gabriel closer. "There's sandwich stuff in the fridge. We'll make sure you have a couple more before you head back out, too. And a flask of coffee." Because it would be a lot better than gas station stuff.

There were plans that needed to be made and Dean needed to be there for them. Samuel might be overseeing negotiations with Michael, and really it was better for everyone if he was way the hell away from that, but there was also Lucifer to deal with. But they'd deal with it. Gabe was pack now, so they were going to close ranks around their own and keep him safe. A pregnant Omega couldn't shift, not without serious risk, so keeping his assbag brothers away was their top priority.

Toeing off his shoes, Dean dropped to the couch with a jaw cracking yawn. "Sounds good S'mmy. Sandwiches and coffee." One eye opened to look up at his brother. "No funny business until I've hit the road either."

Gabriel snorted out a laugh, heading for the kitchen. "Sandwiches all around then. I'm on it."

Sam laughed, picking up the bag that Dean had dropped. "I'll just go ahead and take this through to the bedroom, all right?" Because the kitchen was safe enough, really. "And I promise, Dean, we'll be good until you head back home."

It probably wasn't even going to be difficult because Sam figured Gabriel could probably use a nap, too. Once he'd eaten, at least. And Sam was certainly more than willing to lay down for a while, too.

"You better," he grumbled, letting his eyes drift closed. Sure, he was hungry, but after driving all night, sleep was winning out. He can eat after he gets up.

Gabriel finished up in the kitchen, making a trio of sandwiches and leaving one set aside for Dean. It was fairly mundane work, but it was calming. Easy. He could do it and not have to worry or think about much for a few minutes. He smiled at his mate, watching Sam tug a blanket over Dean.

A family. This is what a family was supposed to be like and he'd never been happier.

Sam snorted, making sure the blanket was settled over Dean and he was comfortable before making his way to the kitchen. He grabbed one of the sandwiches, leaving Gabriel to get his own before taking his mate's hand and leading him toward the bedroom.

The curtains were closed, leaving the bedroom in the barely brightening light of day. He kicked the door closed, making his way to the bed. "I figure if we're careful, we won't get too many crumbs on the covers, right?"

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