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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[low_key_angel]

"It'll probably be a long time before we see him around again," he admits. "There's a lot he's got to get straight in his head, even when he does decide to get away from Michael." There's no get out of jail free card, even for Lucifer. But if he can make those changes, then there might be a chance.

"Think we can probably talk Anna into helping out. Her chocolate cake is just this side of heaven. She might be okay with taking a semester off to help out." It'd be nice to have his cousin closer during his pregnancy, family that he was close to and trusted.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"If she's willing, that would be great. Just until the pup's born." He let his hand settle over Gabriel's stomach again, thumb sweeping over his shirt. "God. I can't believe this is really happening."

[low_key_angel]

A faintly giddy laugh slips free as Sam's hand brushes his stomach. "Me too. I can't.. god. A pup." He nestles in a little closer. "This is incredible, Sam. A baby. Our baby."

They were going to be a family, the pack he'd always wanted. "I can't wait to meet the little fluffball."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Well, you have about six months and change before you do," Sam replies with a laugh of his own, bending to kiss Gabriel's hair. "Come on. Let's get some rest, then we can see Dean off and get to our celebrating."

[low_key_angel]

Rest. That sounds pretty good right now and he chuckles, cuddling close and shutting his eyes. "Think we can talk him into sleeping in the car?"

From the living room: "I can hear you, shorty. Go to sleep."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam can't help but laugh, shaking his head as he settles back, sliding his arm around Gabriel. "How about not goading my brother for a few hours, hmm?" Still, he's grinning as he settles, yawning as he tucks Gabriel's head beneath his chin.

[low_key_angel]

"Hey, it's a hobby of mine," he murmurs as he settles in with a pleased sound. He really can't help it. Dean is too easy to bait and it's how he shows affection to his brother in law.

"Okay, okay. Sleep, then goading until he goes. Gotcha."

[fromfryingpantofire]

The fact that Dean didn't growl more probably showed just how much he likes Gabriel. Sam makes an agreeing sound at the back of his throat, listening to the area around them and to Gabriel's heartbeat. Lets it lull him to sleep like he hadn't been able to the night before. So that he definitely has the energy for that celebration later.

[low_key_angel]

((ooc: Anything else you want to do after Dean sneaks out so they can get to their celebratory sex?))

[fromfryingpantofire]

((OOC: I'm all for them just getting to the sexy times.))

[a_righteousman]

((ooc: good enough!))

Dean probably didn't sleep as long as he should have. But he's gotten a couple of hours of rest and he's intruded on Sam and Gabriel's happiness long enough. They can have a proper party when Sam comes home and the pack can celebrate appropriately. He moved quietly through the apartment, packing up his bag and snagging a spare sandwich out of the fridge before peeking in on his brother and mate.

Yeah. They're gonna be okay.

He padded inside, gently grasping his brother's shoulder, waiting for his eyes to open.

[fromfryingpantofire]

When Dean started moving around, Sam had come awake a little. Enough to recognize his brother's footsteps and not be worried by them. So he'd fallen right back to sleep.

So he's not that far from wakefulness when Dean comes in and touches his shoulder. He blinks, looking up at Dean. "Hey," he murmurs, voice a little gravelly from sleep and trying to stay low so as not to wake Gabriel.

[a_righteousman]

"Don't get up, man. Just coming in to let you know I'm hitting the road. Dad's got a meeting set up first thing in the morning and I want to be there for it." His eyes rake over Gabriel for a moment, sound asleep and wrapped around Sam like a short octopus.

"Take it easy up here for a couple of days. I'll call you when the meet is over and I've got some things set up to keep him safe."

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam reaches up with the hand that's not holding Gabriel, catching his brother's in a quick squeeze. "Call me when you're back home. Just so I know to stop worrying." The rest of it gets a nod, because it's what he expects. "Thanks."

[a_righteousman]

Dean nods once, squeezing Sam's hand before reaching down to chuck him on the shoulder. A father. His little brother's gonna be a father. He grinned and straightened up. "You worry about those two Sammy. We'll take care of the rest before you get home."

The quiet voices were enough to draw Gabriel towards waking and he stirs with a vaguely questioning sound. "S'm?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam turns away from Dean, chuckling softly at the hit to his shoulder as he presses his lips to Gabriel's hair. "It's just Dean, Gabe. He's heading back. Just wanted to let us know so we weren't worried."

[low_key_angel]

"Mm." He stretches slowly, blinking up at Sam as the door to the apartment is closed and locked. "He's probably going to hightail it to Rosie's before leaving town. Stock up on pancakes and diner coffee first. Sugar, caffeine and the same five freaking tapes we listened to the entire way up."

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Yeah. That's a roadtrip with Dean." He won't really relax again until he hears the Impala's engines start up. "He has his driving music, and most of it is 80's hair bands." But, well. He knows that's what his brother likes. Or, at least partly, that was what their dad likes and Dean had picked up some of it.

Of course, Gabriel stretching brings Sam's attention back to him with a hum of appreciation.

[low_key_angel]

The hum draws a slow, sleepy smile as Gabriel settles in against him, raising up for a kiss. "Guess that means we've finally got the place to ourselves, huh?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam shifts a little, so that he can press a kiss to Gabriel's lips. "Just waiting to hear the Impala leave." Since he knew that engine like his own. "Then, I imagine we can get to a little bit of our own celebrating."

[low_key_angel]

"I think he knows better than to leave and come back," he smiles against his lips, hand slipping beneath his tshirt to find warm skin. Sure they might be waiting for Dean to leave, but that doesn't mean he's going to wait.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"He could have forgotten something!" Though, the odds on that are small. Sam squirms slightly, turning onto his side so that he can reach Gabriel more easily, his own fingers finding the hem of Gabriel's shirt to slip underneath as well.

[low_key_angel]

"Then that's a risk he's going to have to take. Or he can wait for us to bring it home in a couple of days." Gabriel grins wickedly against his lips, ducking his head to nose at his jaw. "I think we've waited long enough, don't you?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Mmm. Well, it has been a few weeks..." Because Gabriel wasn't able to get up to the university as often as either of them would have liked.

He growled softly, raising up a bit to be able to push Gabriel over onto his back, holding himself above the other man with their hips pressed together. "I've missed you, you know."

[low_key_angel]

"Exactly. So he should know better."

Gabriel rolled easily with him, settling both hands on his waist as Sam pinned him to the bed with his weight. He never felt trapped like this, only sheltered and warm. Sam was his and he loved him. "I missed you too, Sammy." A careful shift and he raised one leg, pressing his knee against his hip.