Okay, my first Supernatural fic. Unlike Hetalia, I don't see myself toying with various pairings involving a single character. My OTP's are Destial and Sabriel, and they are ships I will go down with.

That said, please fill free to let me know how my first one-shot with a new subject source goes. :)

Enjoy!

Castiel sighed quietly, reluctantly pulling his eyes from his book to regard his brother. "Why must you keep doing that?"

"I'm bored, that's why," complained Gabriel. He was currently perched atop the remains of a pillar, roughly twenty feet off the ground, where the pavilion roof would have once been supported. He was occupying himself with one of the human's more recent concoctions, something called bubble gum. Unlike a majority of their kind, both Castiel and Gabriel held more affectionate interest in humans and their creations. Castiel liked their books, their stories, but his brother favored their confections. Unfortunately, he quite liked this pink chewy substance that could be blown into bubbles that popped, something he was trying to do as much as possible, apparently. It was getting to be quite grating.

"Can't you go harass some more Alpha's or something?"

"There aren't any worth harassing," his brother protested from his perch. "Either they remember me and run on sight, or they're young and cocky. Pathetic really."

"Didn't they send in some fresh meat? Go find them. Maybe they'll put up a fight."

"That's what you said every time before this, and nothing ever changes."

Castiel snapped his book shut. "Then either move somewhere else or stop blowing bubbles. It's annoying."

Gabriel rolled his eyes, but obligingly spat out the gum. "Fine. It was getting stale anyway. What're you reading this time?"

Glancing down at the tome in hand, Castiel answered, "Shakespeare."

"Again?"

Castiel shrugged. "I'm partial to this one. 'The Taming of the Shrew'. It's similar to ours, in a sense, but it ends happy."

"Then why do you read it if it makes you sad?"

"It doesn't," the Omega lied.

Gabriel said nothing, mouth set in a grim line as Castiel looked away. The humans had a saying for this, both of them knew it. 'The truth hurts'.

Does it ever, thought the elder Omega, sighing wearily. How long has it been now? Let's see...I'm 500, and he's 480. That's 400 and 380 years of Chase participation years. Huh. I guess it's been a while since I've counted. Damn, we're the old cat ladies of Heaven.

Sad, yes, but not that far off. Angels had extremely long life spans, to the point where the only way for them to die was to be killed. Despite this, they did make effort to reproduce, the major families in particular. The Novak clan had been proud to produce three Alpha's, a Beta, and two Omega's. All of them, with the exception of Anna, the Beta, had participated in the Chase. All found their mates within a year or so. In all honesty, Gabriel didn't understand how those Omega's tolerated his brothers, though he had to admit it was always nice to see someone who had each of them wrapped around a single finger. Lucifer in particular, as aside from himself and Castiel, he'd been the most rebellious. To this day Gabriel always got a kick out of seeing how one annoyed look from Nick had his brother swing from obnoxious to repentant.

They should have known that neither Gabriel nor Castiel would be quite so easy. Honestly, it wasn't as though their faults were invisible until they set foot on the Chase grounds. Gabriel himself hadn't minded so much, or at least he tried not to. It was rare for someone to be born with the power of an archangel, much less an Omega. It had been a shock to everyone, despite the fact his three Alpha brothers all had similar power. Male Omega's were rare enough, but a male Omega archangel? Unheard of.

Gabriel had one slight advantage over Castiel. He'd known from the start he was a freak, wouldn't be desired by any sane Alpha, and had embraced it. While Castiel had done the same, if on a less enthusiastic level, he hadn't laughed in the face of it. Gabriel did. Hell, he even had fun with it. He would make rounds every Chase, beating up and emasculating all the Alpha's who thought they were strong enough to mount an archangel.

No, Gabriel had never allowed himself to hope, skipping right to what a human might call the 'fuck it all' stage. Castiel, however, had not. The younger Omega was too much of a romantic, and, in Gabriel's opinion, too innocent. His brother still had a spark of hope, however faint, and it killed the archangel. Castiel was sweet, kindhearted, funny, loving, stubborn, fierce in defense of those he cared about, just about everything any sensible Alpha would want in a mate. Sadly, like Gabriel, he'd been born with one small problem.

Gabriel's wings stood out enough. As an archangel, they had a glow about them, and were a brilliant gold. Castiel, meanwhile, had been born with solid black wings. Angels did not have black wings. Sometimes patterned with black, or black with another color mixed in, but never a solid shade of onyx in each and every feather. It was seen as a bad omen, unlucky, ugly, just about every negative thing you could think of. They weren't dysfunctional, they were good and strong, and in Gabriel's slightly biased opinion looked beautiful in flight.

Sadly, the rest of the Heavenly Host didn't share his opinion, and so Castiel was sentenced to join him in a secluded area of the Chase area to wait it out. It was rare for Alpha's to bother them, and when they did they were repulsed by Castiel then blasted by Gabriel. Usually in that order. Normally the archangel might enjoy this, but it could be hard, especially in days like this, when his brother was more aware of his situation. Castiel wasn't like Gabriel, able to brush these things off so easily. He wanted to be wanted, to be desired, loved, like in the human stories he read, in the lives he watched below. That it would never happen, never be something he'd have a chance at, sometimes got to him.

Gabriel dropped down from his perch, crouching next to his brother. He ruffled Castiel's already messy black locks, smiling a little at the hands absently batting his touch away. "Come on, little bro. Wanna help me scare the shit out of some Alphas? Maybe toy with the new meat you mentioned?"

Castiel managed a tight smile. "I'm fine." Glancing at the sky, he added, "It's getting close to noon. Maybe we you get back we can make the picnic."

"You sure?"

"Yes," was the absent reply, nose already back in his book. "And try not to damage them. Father might get annoyed if you put another one on life support."

"He was asking for it!"

"I don't think they cared."

Gabriel grinned, taking to the air. Well, maybe this would be one of the better Chases, where he didn't have to worry about a tearful Castiel. He could rough up a few arrogant Alpha's, then have a picnic. Again, a human thing, but then they liked humans. Their food in particular was both fascinating and delicious. He and Castiel would have a picnic with their favorites at the end of every hunt, both celebratory and consolatory, depending on their mood.

With that thought in mind, Gabriel swept towards the main grounds of the Chase. Come and get me, boys. Let's see what you've got.

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"Well, well, well. Looks like someone wandered off."

Dean dropped lower, swooping back around so he could come closer without giving himself away. He knew he'd strayed to one of the more secluded areas of the Chase, but hadn't cared. He was curious to see who might put themselves so far out of reach. He hadn't seen Sam since the start of it, mostly since they had different strategies. In Dean's opinion, this was a Chase. Ergo, he wanted to chase something. He wanted a mate with a fire in them, a fight.

And, if he was honest with himself, he wanted a peek at the Omega's everyone else had warned him about.

The Winchester clan had been allowed to ignore the normal rules regarding the Chase, the ones that dictated each family or clan was to submit their Alpha or Omega offspring by the time they reached a hundred years old. Long enough for them to mature and find a mate on their own, usually. Considering Angel Omega's only went into heat every decade or so, and Beta's could only have one child roughly every fifty years, combined with the near constant battle with Hell's forces, procreation was pretty high on the priority list.

Said war was why Dean himself, and his younger brother, were only entering the Chase today. The Winchester clan was one of the more unconventional bunches of Angels, incorporating more human influences than most. Some, Dean included, believed it was part of why they were so good at what they did. In the struggle against Hell, the Winchester's were the best, the strongest, and the most successful. They led raids against Hell's gates to free innocent souls, slew countless Demon's, all with minimal loss of life on their part. They were so good the struggle had actually died down, and they finally had an edge they could keep.

It was why he and Sam had joined the Chase. They were older than most, certainly. Dean himself was a decade short of five hundred years, Sam four hundred and fifty. The only reason it wasn't a little embarrassing being over two centuries older than everyone at the starting line was because they were considered war hero's. The hype was surprising, though ignored. Dean didn't like being singled out, much less for something this personal. Everyone wanted to know who the Winchester Alpha's would pick.

Okay, so maybe he had anterior motives for avoiding the more used routes. Apparently the Omega's liked the idea of getting caught, judging by the downright lecherous looks he and Sam were getting. How was he supposed to get a fight out of an Omega so eager to roll over?

It had taken a few hours, but he'd found this place, a secluded overgrown garden with a crumbling pavilion at its center. He caught sight of an Angel with golden wings in the distance, flying away. Still in the pavilion, right in the middle of it, sat an Omega. When he came back for a closer look, the Angel still hadn't seemed to notice.

Dean landed a few paces away from the pavilion' steps, the only sound he made a soft crinkle of long grass under his boots. Still nothing. Was this Omega really so oblivious? He had no preference for gender, but suddenly having one of the rare males as a mate seemed very...mouthwatering.

Slowly, ready for the moment when the Omega would notice him and bolt, Dean crept forward, eyes intent.

As soon as his boot touched down on the main floor's edge, the Omega spoke up.

"Change your mind? I don't mind making the picnic now, but let me finish this scene first." He turned a page, eyes still intent on the human book in his hands. "Or did you finally get bored tormenting Alpha's?"

Dean didn't answer, too busy taking in the Omega before him. He didn't care for them much himself, but when he had the time Sam was obsessed with those things, human language scratched onto flat pages to make stories. Considering most Angels thought human cultures below them, this alone was something of a turn-on. He seemed to be wearing Angel-made clothes, a pale white tunic and loose pants, feet bare, but over it was a long tan trench coat. He was sitting cross-legged, bent over the book, but Dean could still see tousled black hair, pale skin, and nimble fingers.

It was official. If another Alpha circled around, Dean was kicking their ass. This one was his.

"I don't know about tormenting Alpha's," he began, watching was the Omega's head snapped up, "but a picnic sounds like a good idea." He cracked a grin, wandering closer, a hooked grin on his face. "There gonna be pie?"

The Omega's surprise faded. He sighed, getting to his feet, pocketing the book before dusting himself off. He regarded the Alpha with what looked oddly like resignation, half extending his wings. Dean stopped his advance, a little confused, but not complaining. He was essentially given a chance to really appreciate the Omega he was a few feet away from catching. This Omega was only an inch shy of his own height, if that, but with a more slender build, which was oddly appealing. His eyes were vivid blue, set in a handsome face. They looked sad though, too sad. And his wings? Dean had never seen a pair like them. Solid, raven black things so dark they gleamed cobalt blue in the light overhead.

"What, aren't you gonna run?"

This seemed to confuse the Omega. He cocked his head in an adorable way. "What would be the point?"

"Isn't that the tradition? You run, I chase you, I catch you, we get it on. Or have they changed things in the last few centuries?"

"No, the tradition remains the same. But why would you choose me? Don't you see my wings?"

"Oh I see them." He wandered a little closer, but still the Omega didn't run. He didn't seem afraid or concerned at all, just confused.

Something occurred to Dean as he stepped to within arm's reach. He frowned, eyes narrowing. Reaching out, he gripped the Omega's chin, tilting it up a little.

"Are you seriously expecting me to walk away just because you're the only Angel in history to have black wings?"

The Omega didn't flinch from his touch, which sent a peculiar thrill through the Alpha. He even detected the soft sound of a caught breath. There was no trace of fear in his scent. Just confusion, melancholy, but there were growing sparks of excitement, anticipation.

"That seems to be the consensus, yes."

"Good."

Wide blue eyes blinked. "Good?" he repeated.

"Yeah. It means I don't have to worry about dealing with a bunch of other mooks to keep you."

By this point, Dean was pretty sure he had him. He'd have to figure out just what had this pretty Omega so sure no one wanted him, but later. Now, he had to make sure no one would take him away.

The Alpha leaned in slowly, stopping just short of the Omega's lip's. The anticipation spiked, along with the unmistakable note of arousal. Slowly, Dean drew away, asking, "What's your name, Omega?"

"Castiel," was the murmured reply.

Dean cracked a smile. "How about I give you a sixty second head start, Cas?"

The Omega, Castiel, swallowed. "You're serious?"

"Very."

Castiel took in a deep breath, as though steeling himself. Suddenly going through with the so called tradition didn't seem quite so tempting. What's to say he shouldn't just claim him here and now?

"Very well. But if you plan on going through with this, I would appreciate knowing your name as well."

"Dean."

Castiel nodded, then to Dean's shock slammed his head forward. He stumbled back a step, automatic tears flooding his eyes as a forehead crashed into his nose. The familiar ruffle of wings filled his ears as he blinked the liquid away, lifting his head in time to see the Omega take to the air with impressive speed. Beautiful, shadow black wings carried him higher and higher, straight for the clouds.

Grinning, Dean followed suit. "You just lost your head start!" he shouted into the air.

The Omega didn't answer, but Dean caught sight of his face. Castiel had a wide, bright, happy smile on his face. It sent a trill of delight through his chest. Oh, he was going to enjoy this.

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Gabriel had done a sweep over the more popular Chase areas, but apparently most of the Alpha's had gotten the memo. None came out to play. He was still bored, not in the mood to bat them around, so he'd circled back to rejoin Castiel.

The Omega was streaking back through the sky when he spotted a familiar pair of wings darting through the cloud cover. At first he started to change course, but gradually angled away as he took in the situation. His brother was flying full speed, yes, but there was a figure he didn't recognize keeping pace. An Alpha wearing what appeared to be human clothes and an impressive pair wings, dark gold feathers streaked with warm green. Odd, and not in a bad way, but that wasn't why Gabriel chose to leave them be. He only turned away when he caught sight of a very rare thing: his brother's smile. He hadn't seen Castiel smile like that in a long time. Who was he to interfere?

He was happy for his brother, really, but Gabriel would be lying if he said it didn't make him sad. He might be ostracized during the Chase, but at least he hadn't be alone. Now he would be.

Gabriel was flying in lazy circles, wondering what to do next, when something shot past his nose. He blinked, looking up in time to see something small and dark lose momentum. He halted mid-air, reaching out to snatch the missile. The Omega turned it over in his fingers, trying to make sense of it. Yes he knew what it was, but what he didn't understand was how a piece of chocolate had ended up in the middle of the sky.

Popping it into his mouth, Gabriel continued to hover, scanning the area below as he chewed. Mmm, not bad. Milk chocolate, human brand, with liquid caramel in the middle.

The area he was currently over was mostly dense forest, trees reaching for at least a mile in every direction, making a sea of green. As he watched, another small object shot from the cover, aimed directly at him. The Omega snagged it easily, though this one was slightly different. Curious, Gabriel popped it into his mouth as well. Still milk chocolate, but this time it was filled with nougat.

Gabriel started to drop lower, a little at a time, trying to pinpoint just where the chocolate was coming from. By the time he was hovering about ten feet from the tree tops, he'd gotten another caramel filled ball, a white chocolate one , a dark chocolate square, and a piece of caramel. The latter was the most chewy, something that could take a minute, so after he started eating it he dropped down below the tree line.

At first, he saw nothing. He even landed on the forest floor, which cost him a few scratches, surveying the ground. The archangel turned in a full circle, taking his time, nose twitching. Someone was here, he could tell that much. His nose could, anyway. One he'd never met before, which was unusual, as he'd heckled most of the Alpha's that would be in the Chase by this point. Not another archangel, a seraph at most, like Castiel, so not a match for him in power. He wasn't worried, just curious. He was definitely here, so why couldn't he see him?

"What, afraid to show yourself to little old me?" he called.

"Not really."

Gabriel started as a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind, locking his own limbs to his sides, squishing his wings against his back. Not hard enough to hurt, their wings could be fragile things, but enough to ensure he wouldn't be going anywhere. The Alpha scent he'd been smelling hit him full force. He tensed, but didn't struggle. Not yet, anyway. For now, he was curious.

"You cheated," Gabriel noted, turning his head to see if he could get a look at this Alpha.

"I wouldn't say 'cheated'. You're an archangel. You wouldn't be where you are right now if you didn't really want to be."

"True." He caught sight of a pair of large wings, very large. Elegant hazel feathers peppered with dark blue. Usually big wings meant big Angel, which fit with what was pinning him in. Six feet tall, at the very least, probably taller. He wondered if the size was proportional everywhere.

Almost as interesting were the arms wrapped around him. They were wrapped in a human's green canvas army jacket, plaid flannel peeking out under the sleeves. Human gear? Human chocolate? Well, between that at the size, this Alpha might not only be tolerable, he might be enjoyable.

"So you're not going to smite me or anything, are you?"

Gabriel's mouth quirked up in a smile. "That depends, big boy."

"On what?"

"Two things. One, are you going to let me go?"

"Not until I claim you. Or...you change your mind about the whole blasting thing."

"Mmm, not yet. Two, I want a candy apple. From this little shop in Vancouver. It's a hole in the wall, hard to find, but you are forever blessed if you do."

"I can do that."

Gabriel considered this. No hesitation, no 'why?', no protests about returning to the human world, nothing. Just agreement to track down an obscure shop for a single, simple treat. He tilted his head back, and arched his eyebrows when he saw just how far he had to look at the Alpha's face. Not to mention the fact that said face was easy on the eyes.

He whistled, impressed. "Wow, what are you? Six four, six five?"

Surprisingly, the Alpha actually looked uncomfortable. "Give or take."

"What's the name, big boy?"

"Sam, Sam Winchester. And you're Gabriel, right?"

The Omega chuckled, dropping his chin to face forward again. "So despite the reputation, you still thought you'd risk your hide coming after me?"

"No, I just got lucky."

Gabriel turned around in the Alpha's grip. Sam let him, as seemed to be his habit. The Omega smirked, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair, something he had to go up on his toes to do. He pulled Sam down into a kiss, only putting up token resistance as it was quickly dominated. Being an archangel didn't mean he didn't want to be submissive, he was still an Omega after all. The problem had always been finding someone he wanted to submit to.

When they parted, both a little breathless and Gabriel quite pleased with his catch, the Omega stated, "If you're going to claim me, do it. I want my treat. Unless you're not Alpha enough to handle an archangel."

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