A different sort of hunt

[low_key_angel]

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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[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

[a_righteousman]

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."

[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

[low_key_angel]

"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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

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?"