Sam Winchester. He'd at least heard the name from Gabriel before the ceremony. The grip to his hand is a surprise but even more of a shock is that the Alpha doesn't bite down, doesn't even attempt to break the skin. The shock is plain on Gadreel's face as Sam pulls back and he takes a moment to really look at the Alpha. His Alpha. His eyes are kind and his hand warm and solid at the small of his back. He didn't force him to kneel, didn't force him to walk behind him as they left the altar.

This wasn't like any mating ceremony he had ever witnessed back home and Gadreel is feeling a bit adrift as they are led into a small reception room typically reserved for the mated pair to spend a bit of time together before the real celebrations began.