Can I sail through the changing ocean tides? Can I handle the seasons of my life? (ABO)

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam had always known that his life would never properly be his own. As a prince of the Winchester kingdom, his life belonged to the people. Every bit of his strength, every ounce of intelligence, everything that he was needed to be bent toward the best for those that he would lead.

Just because Sam was the second son didn't mean for a moment that his service would be less called upon. Something that became more clear as he grew up and it became clear that Sam would always be the most diplomatic of King John's three sons, someone that Dean would need very much as they both grew older.

As such, Sam had also always known that he would never marry for love. He was a highly eligible Alpha and he would be matched with a suitable Omega from a nearby kingdom. All for the good of the kingdom.

The news that it had already been decided, however, still takes Sam by surprise. It came only a few months after John's death, when the Celestial kingdom sent a new ambassador to take up the recently vacated post, along with the news that the wedding preparations were to start as soon as possible.

It still took nearly a year to set up and now Sam stands at the altar, nervous and waiting to set eyes on the Omega he's to marry for the first time in either of their lives.

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[redeemedhimself]

Sam has shown him in so many ways what it means to be mated to a real Alpha, to one who uses his power to protect rather than take what he can by right. He's careful with him in bed, always showing care and restraint and showing Gadreel that intimacy can be just that. Intimate.

He has maybe a day or so before he's lost to heat, before the drive will banish all rational thought. The Omega's head tips back with a sound bordering on a moan as Sam nuzzles into his warm skin.

"Sam. We don't have much time."

[fromfryingpantofire]

The scent is intoxicating, but Sam makes himself pull back, eyes gone dark as he looks to his husband. "Right. Right, of course." He still leans in, pressing a quick kiss to Gadreel's lips before pulling away. "I'll be good. Promise."

[redeemedhimself]

"I know you will Sam." And he does, he trusts his mate to restrain his instincts long enough for Gadreel to present his gift and request his mark before the haze of heat overtakes him completely.

"I wished to give you a more appropriate mating gift before."

Sam loves to read and has been fascinated by the stories from the books that Gadreel brought with him, but Enochian is far from an easy language to learn so he had spent many a night translating the books for Sam to read at his leisure.

[fromfryingpantofire]

Sam takes the gift, smiling as he starts looking through them. Then pauses and goes back again to have a better idea of what they are. After a moment, he sets them down, taking Gadreel's hands, lifting them to press a kiss to his knuckles. "Thank you," he murmurs, looking up at Gadreel with a smile. "Though I would still like to see if I can try learning Enochian from you. But this will be good to tide me over until then."

He turns back to the desk, picking up the long package, which is a good portion of his own height, along with a smaller package. He hands the longer one over first. "This will probably need adjustment, but we'll do that after your heat. But I wanted you to have this for yourself."

Inside is a bow, one especially for hunting. Because they share so much in the way of height and reach, the maker had used Sam's measurements for the broad strokes, but there were smaller things that would need to be checked. The design was perhaps a touch plain, but the bow itself would be strong. Much the way that Sam saw Gadreel himself. "Do you like it?"