Author's note: This has been by far my favourite chaoter to write, and how convenient I get to post it in 2021. Happy New Year everyone.

Scratch that. Gabriel wasn't screwed. He was royally screwed.

All day Sunday he couldn't stop thinking about Dean's brother, picturing his mossy kind eyes and how they contrasted against the alpha's broad shoulders and the raw strength they bore. His mind would wander off and he would picture himself with the alpha, not just in bed (though he did that a lot too), but like together together...

Ugh, his mind is turning into a mush.

And then the night came and it was worse. Gabriel already had to jerk off in the shower once, the images of the alpha's strong hands instead of his own small ones quickly bringing him to the desired heights, but by the time he dragged himself to bed, he was already starting to get hard again. He spent half of the night completely awake, unable to fall asleep and just thinking about Sam and the other half he spent dreaming about him and gasping awake every hour or two, hard as a rock.

Monday morning came, and Gabriel rolled out of bed, sweaty and shaking and wandered towards the kitchen, his PJ completely soaked, searching for something to quench his thirst. He gulped down one small water bottle, but needed more. It was only after the third one that Gabriel's mind was functioning enough for him to realize his heat had started.

Worst off was that it was three days early.

Yup, royally screwed.

Not just because he had announced it to Ellen and would have to call her and hope she understands (which was likely she would, she is just that awesome, but it was their only source of income so...). Gabriel also made arrangements with Pamela and she was supposed to come and help him through this heat, but she was on a conference a few states away and wouldn't be coming back until late Wednesday.

He couldn't do this alone, he just couldn't. His last option was to call Dean. The omega helped him before and he was a good guy who wouldn't hesitate to help again. And yeah, it would be a helluva awkward with the fact that it was his brother's mate and all, but he had no choice. Pamela warned him this heat might turn very serious.

With those thoughts in mind, Gabriel headed back towards his room to fetch his phone and call Pamela and Dean. A few steps in, a searing white pain tore through his abdomen, making him scream and fall down to his knees, unable to stand. The pain burnt hot for a few antagonizing minutes, then lessened just a bit, allowing Gabriel to suck in a few deep breaths. Those seemed to have helped, only by little and slowly Gabriel turned and started crawling towards his room, grunting and hissing the entire way there.

Just as he was about to reach the nightstand, the blinding pain cut through him again, making him wrap his arms around himself and curl into a ball and just tried to breathe. It felt like someone was hammering nails into his spine and at the same time screwing big bolts into his stomach and it was so strong and so choking, Gabriel felt bile rising up in his throat. Because he hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, he had nothing to throw up but the water he drank, but that didn't stop his stomach from clenching and he eventually vomited something he might describe as a mix of stomach acid and water, but he didn't really care. He had to get to that phone and call for help.

The pain lessened for a moment and Gabriel took the opportunity to reach for the phone only to feel that stab in his back again, the sudden sharp feeling making him drop his phone.

He had dropped that damn thing fifteen times from much greater heights then a couple of inches, and the damn thing chose to break on him now?! NOW?!

"Fuuuuck! Son of aaaahahhh..."

The pain shot through him again, like it was mocking him with the timing, toying with him and trying to break him. But Gabriel was nothing if not stubborn and he wasn't going to let it win. No fucking way.

Mustering all the strength he had, Gabriel turned and started crawling towards the front door, but not before throwing the damn phone into a wall. Hearing it smash into piece was a good feeling that drove him for a while. It took five tries and a lot of cursing to get the door open, but once he managed that he felt relief, then yelled his head off, shouting for help.

Benny and his family haven't been home in a few days, so Gabriel knew not to expect them to come. Dorothy was away for work again and Charlie always had those huge headphones on, so she couldn't hear him either and Garth and Bess were too far away. He could try and reach them, but he wasn't sure if Garth was at work and if Bess was helping him that day or not. The only option was Dean. He and his brother were still in his apartment, probably cuddling or something gross like that, but it was his last shot.

The pain seemed to have worsened, thought Gabriel didn't know how that was even possible, but now his lower back was killing him and he could not move his legs at all. But the self preservation prevailed and he found just a bit of strength to crawl to the staircase that lead to the floor above. He shouted for help a few times, trying to breath through the pain, but when no one came, Gabriel's determination grew. Using his hands and arms and the railing he crawled up a few steps before the pain cut through like a sharp knife or a wooden stake. He screamed and instinctively curled up, then threw up once more, spasming and grunting.

With that, all the fight he had drained out if him and with nothing but a small, pitiful whine, Gabriel gave up and surrendered to the darkness.

Gabriel startled awake, but did not dare move. The pain had significantly lessened, but was still present in his lower back, which now had something warm pressed against them. In fact, there were two long ass arms wrapped around him too, and damn if they didn't feel good and warm and cozy and what the hell?!

His breath hitched as those two strong arms tightened caringly around him and he shuddered feeling a hot breath against his neck.

"Good. You're awake. I would rather do this with you awake." The voice was deep and so fucking scary and what the fuck was he going to do to him, but at the same time his inner omega cooed and relaxed like never before. Like it knew he was in the hands of a strong, capable alpha. To it, it didn't matter if Gabriel wanted this or not, all it matter was that it was in heat and needed a knot.

He wasn't going to get raped, right?

No matter how much he might need it, to save his life or whatever, it would still feel like he and his wants were taken out of the equation and Gabriel started to shake, tears filling his eyes. He didn't want this.

"Shhh, it's going to be okay." The alpha soothed and Gabriel gulped feeling that big hand slipping to his hip. He really wished he had the strength to fight, or at least to try, to fucking say something, scream, struggle, something, anything but the silent whine he let out as the alpha rolled him on his stomach. Fuck his legs still wouldn't move and he couldn't stop this, he couldn't stop the alpha from ripping his pijama's off and burring his big cock in his betraying slicking ass.

"I read about this, I studied it profusely." The alpha said and yeah, brag about reading porn, why-don-cha. The bastard probably never had an omega in heat and knew one would submit to a strong alpha as it was hotwired in their brain. "And I also talked to Pamela and she confirmed it, so you have nothing to worry about." The alpha said and wait what?!

"I will help you, little one." The alpha whispered in his ear as he was climbing on top of Gabriel and it kind of felt good, divine even and if... If going through this means the pain will go away then maybe... Maybe it is worth it?

But the alpha never touched his PJs, or went anywhere near his ass, not with his hands anyway. No, he just laid on top of him, pressing his whole body down into the mattress, covering him like a warm blanket. And it felt nice, okay? It felt nice to have a warm body there and Gabriel could feel a small wave of slick wetting his hole, his body probably releasing all the right pheromones to attract this alpha and make him want to stay and knot and breed and... Fuck...

A shuddering breath slipped out of the omega's mouth, Gabriel himself too lost in his own mind, his own desires and needs and not wanting this to happen, but wanting it at the same time and that's what was killing him. That he wanted it.

What kind of a sick person wants to be raped?

"Shhh, it's going to be okay. Everything's gonna be okay." The alpha spoke in his ear, kind and soft and he hated it, he hated how comforting he sounded and he dreaded what will happen next, so much so that he could no longer contain his tears and one slipped away, down his cheek and onto the cotton sheet beneath him.

Suddenly, without many warning at all, the alpha snapped his hips up, his semi hard cock kind of slotting between Gabriel's asscheeks, but what was really important was that jostle and that sharp movement that caused something inside of him to crack. Something warm and wet spread over his thighs and everywhere around, and for only a moment, Gabriel thought it was blood.

But damnit, the pain was gone, replaced only by this shaky needy feeling of a heat, something Gabriel could handle much more easily. As he was finally able to breathe and think, he came to a startling conclusion that... The alpha was actually trying to help. And succeeded too.

The heavy body rolled off of him, and his inner omega wailed at the loss of its heat, and in a way Gabriel did too. Especially when he the colder air hit his slick drenched pijama pants. Ugh, that was disgusting. He remembered how it felt when Dean did this, but he didn't remember there being so much of it. Must be cause of his heat.

"Feel better?" The deep but still somehow soft voice came from next to him and Gabriel's eyes widened. He forgot for a moment that there was a freaking alpha there with him. Even if he helped him, there was still a very good chance he would be affected by Gabriel's heat and would want to... Would Gabriel want him to? Maybe he should turn and take a look at the alpha before he made any decisions or jump to any consolation, huh?!

With a small gulp, Gabriel lifted his head and slowly turned, sucking in a silent breath at the sight of those mossy eyes and those broad shoulders. Sam...

"Yyy... Yeah. Ttt... Thanks." Gabriel said and just stared at Sam for a moment, getting lost in his own thoughts. He wanted him, a part wanted him from the first moment he felt his scent, but...

He was scared, okay?! Could you blame him? His whole life he had his little brother to look after and suddenly he didn't need Gabriel anymore and the omega still hadn't really comprehend that, finding too much free time and uncertain what to do with it, sometimes even forgetting that Castiel wasn't there and he would start talking to him (to a wall). It was only two days ago that he realized he could go and meet new people and it was scary.

If he wasn't his brother's keeper, what was he?

Just another middle age omega with a low paying job, all alone in a world where his kind is slowly going extinct.

"Gabriel... Are you... Are you okay?" Sam asked, bringing the omega's attention to him and allowing Gabriel to gaze into those kind eyes filled with concern. Still the question was enough to snap him out of his thoughts, so he sighed, then nodded with a small, fake smile.

"Yeah, I'm alright." He replied and tried to get up, only to slip and faceplant into the mattress. He groaned and if Sam was able to see him, he would find a small blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"Maybe you should stay, rest for a moment." The alpha offered and Gabriel turned to lock eyes with him again. Was he just being kind or was he offering... Did Gabriel even want him to offer...

"No, I should get back to..." He would have trailed off, because he had nothing to go back to right now, and a lie wouldn't come to him, but he was interrupted when Sam placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. It was so big and so warm and held so much weight and it completely rooted him to the spot, but was gone too soon.

"Lemme get you some water... Maybe something sweeter?" He said and removed his hand, getting out of bed. Gabriel could clearly see the stain his own slick made on the Sam's jeans and a thrill went up his spine at the thought of him marking the alpha in such a way. Marking his territory.

"Sh... Sugar water would be fine." He said and slowly rolled to the other side so he could watch the alpha walk away. Now that the pain is gone, his heat is slowly starting to... Heat up and pretty soon, Gabriel could get so delirious, he would throw himself at the alpha. Or so he's told that's how it works.

He doesn't know cause his heats were always more painful the pleasurable.

He had to get out of here.

For a moment he just focused on his breathing, and trying to relax and gather his strength to get up. He rolled till he reached the end of the bed (the damn thing was huge, how did it even fit in the room?!), then took a deep breath and lifted himself to a sitting position while swaying his legs off the bed. Realizing his mistake, he grimaced at the yucky feeling of cold slick still wetting his pijama's and was just about to get up when the alpha came back.

Sam circled the bed and came up to Gabriel, towering over him like a statue of a freaking Adonis or something and offered a glass of water. "Here. Sugared water." Sam said and waited until Gabriel gulped it all before he asked him if there was anything else he could do.

Fuck my brains out? Gabriel's mind helpfully supplied, but the omega just shook his head. The alpha sighed and sat down beside him. Gabriel would think the alpha would jump him now, or at least reach out to touch him in any way, but Sam just sat there, staring at the floor. Was Gabriel's scent and his heat not affecting the alpha? Considering he was untrained and unmedicated, Sam should have heightened senses and even if he couldn't smell him, the amount of slick should be indication enough that the omega was in heat.

"Why doesn't it affect you?" Gabriel blurted out before he could stop himself and fuck, maybe he could smell him, maybe he just didn't like when the omega smelled like.

"Your heat? It does. Your scent has gone from cotton candy and caramelized apples to juicy ripe fresh apples with a hint of cinnamon and it is so delicious and so appealing I can feel my mouth water." Sam replied and Gabriel completely forgot how to breathe for a minute or two.

"But... But you're not... You're not..."

"All over you? You are pack leader. I am not... I cannot just..." Sam tried, blushing a bit and oh my Lord, he totally wanted to be all over Gabriel, but the fucker was so strong he was resisting because he thought that wasn't what Gabriel would want... Did he want that?

Abruptly, Gabriel rose to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. Did he want that? Or did his inner omega want an alpha to spend the heat with? To have an alpha knot him, mark him, breed him, mat... Holy mother of Liam Hemsworth!

"But if you want me to... If you need me to..." Sam said and Gabriel snapped his eyes down at him, his mossy eyes suddenly filled with so much desire and adoration and admiration and what the hell was happening? Gabriel stood there, frozen in spot as Sam slid off the bed and onto his fucking knees and bared his throat and fuck, fuck, fucking fuck, he was right there, on his knees, right in front of him, completely submitting himself to the omega. "You are pack leader... And I offer myself for you to use as you see fit... To be whatever you need me to be..."

Gabriel didn't know if it was Sam who tugged his pijama pants and made them slip down, or was it him that wiggled out of them, or maybe even gravity worked it's way to remove the heavy, slick weighted clothing down to Gabriel's ankles, but I didn't matter, because Sam was right there, his pink pouty lips right the fuck there, begining to wrap themselves around the omega's little dick. And who was he to deny them?

Looking down at the big, strong alpha, down on his knees just for him and with eyes begging him to let the alpha take him in his mouth, Gabriel reached and tangled his fingers in that long hair, sliding through it and feeling it move closer once he gave a small nod of approval. The alpha's lips parted and slowly swallowed him whole, all the way to the base without even breaking a sweat.

Shit, it felt amazing. Those wet mouth engulfed his dick with their warmth, the strong tongue sliding down his length and creating a marvelous feeling of friction and Gabriel moaned like a a fucking porn star and threw his head back, feeling like he was about to come apart.

A moment passed by as Gabriel just breathed, God he did that a lot today, then finally brought his eyes down at the alpha. And holy fucking shit, those eyes were watching him, so green and intense and lust blown and was he even fucking breathing down there? Cause he wasn't moving, like at all, and Gabriel realized he was kind of holding his head, but wasn't sure if the alpha just didn't fight it, or was too affected to do so. He released his grip, but when Sam didn't move, he tugged at his hair and holy hell, the alpha complied immediately.

Gabriel gasped at the idea of being in complete control over this beast and so aroused by it, he felt more slick tickle down his legs. Oh, yeah, he was definitely spending his heat with Sam, no question about it.

Testing the water, Gabriel slowly moved Sam's head forward, then made it slip back, allowing it to slide over his length and, wow!, did that feel good. Speeding up his rhythm, Gabriel started to chase that high, impaling the alpha's willing mouth and throat on his spearing erection. He threw his head back again and let his eyes fall closed, intensifying ever sensation that washed over him.

More slick gushed out of him and suddenly he felt so empty and in a desperate need to have something fill him up. Maybe one of alpha's thick fingers. One to start with? Damn they were long and fat and Gabriel wanted them, wanted them all, wanted them now. Maybe he could find the alpha's hand and set it on his ass, and the alpha could take it from there? Would Gabriel have to be a bit more insinuating? Didn't matter, the alpha would do it even if he outright told him to. He was pack leader after all. He held the power.

With that though, Gabriel's eyes sought out Sam again, wanting, needed to see the big bad alpha take his omega dick like a good little boy and oh! sweet Jesus Christ, when the fuck did Gabriel move from impaling the alpha on his dick to face fucking him? God bless Paul Revere and his Midnight Ride because, fucking hell, the British are coming!

It hit him like a goddamn train, the orgasm erupting out if him just like his watery cum and maybe Sam would have been willing to swallow, maybe he would even like that, but Gabriel pulled him off with a jerk of his hand and ended up painting his face with white ropes of his sperm. Marking him. Fuck, he could come again on that thought alone.

Even though Gabriel didn't have much physical strength, not compare to Sam, at least, he still reached and tried to pull the alpha to his feet. Sam followed willingly and rose to his feet, up and up and up and standing this close, Gabriel could see the alpha was way taller, at least by a head. And it should be scary, the omega should be terrified, but Gabriel wasn't. Because the alpha submitted to him completely.

Sam rose up and Gabriel used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the alpha's face of his cum, then pulled him into a harsh, needy kiss, slamming their lips together and claiming the alpha's mouth with his tongue.

And Sam? Sam let out such a startled but pleased little whine, completely melting into the kiss and practically turning putty in Gabriel's hands and the omega loved it. Never had he dreamed to meet and to able to get close to a good alpha, much less one that would allow him to to take control, who would allow him to dominate.

Never had he dreamed there would be an alpha out there that was made just for him.