Dynamic Equilibrium - Epilogue
8.
Dean’s year under Gabriel’s Guardianship is almost up when Dean gets the call from Bobby. The Hunters’ Guild has voted by a slim majority to allow Subs as members, provided that they only actively Hunt with a Dom partner.
It’s something, Dean supposes, as he thanks Bobby for the head’s up and hangs up. He pops the cap on a beer and listens for a moment to Gabe yelling at someone on the phone in the study. He’s enjoying his new role as the Head of the Department of Dynamics. He was a key informant for the Senate Inquiry into Institutional Sub Abuse and in the wake of the ensuing scandal-his father’s resignation and quiet disappearance; Lucien’s arrest and prison sentence -Gabe was the popular choice to take over. It’s all very new, but there’s talk they might have to move to Washington.
And Dean? Dean is only months away from being a qualified mechanic and a free man. And now he has Hunting as a legitimate option too. Dean tips his head back and drinks deeply. His cell phone rings again and this time it’s Sam, calling to see if he’s heard the news about the Hunters’ Guild.
“It’s great news, huh?” Sam enthuses.
“It is. Not sure I’d trust a Dom I don’t know to watch my back properly, but it’s a start.”
There’s a short silence and some paper shuffling and then Sam says, “I’ve dropped out of college. I’ve got my undergraduate degree, but I’m not going on to do law. The stuff I’ve been doing with the SRA, it’s kind of made me an untouchable as far as the legal profession’s concerned.”
“Oh man,” Dean’s face falls. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
“Meh, don’t worry about it. I’m keeping busy with SRA stuff and Gabe offered me a job on his team too,” there’s another pause and then Sam says, “Jess and I might have to move to Washington if I take the job.”
“Are you gonna take it?”
“Yeah. Probably. Gabe says you guys’ll probably be there too and I’d like to have you close. I, uh, asked Jess to be my bondmate.”
Dean’s eyebrows shoot up. “Um, that’s great, but, uh, pretty sure there isn’t a state in the union where it’s legal for a same-dynamic couple to bond.”
Sam laughs. “Yeah, I know. But I asked her anyway and she said yes. Now we’ve just gotta wait for the law to change. Just like you had to wait to be allowed to Hunt,” he pauses. “I never let my dues lapse, you know. Even though I told Dad I didn’t want any part of Hunting, I guess there’s always been a small part of me that understands why he’s so driven.”
“Okay,” Dean says, when the silence stretches out too long.
“I guess what I’m saying,” Sam says slowly, “is that if you ever want to Hunt, I’d be happy to be your partner. I mean, we’ll both do other stuff and we’ll each have our own home base, but if something comes up, Huntwise, we can deal with it together. That is, if you trust me to watch your back.”
“No one I’d trust more,” Dean says. “You and me, we’d make one Hell of a team. So yeah. Let’s get me signed up as an official Hunter, see where it takes us.”
Dean is onto his second beer and Dr Sexy M.D. is just finishing when Gabriel finally makes his way into the living room.
He has a large glass of white wine and a feral grin.
“We got the fucker,” he says to Dean, “documented proof that the Warden of the State Home in Minnesota knew full well that Subs were being sold to the highest bidder. The number of Subs he saw sold, the amount of profit he made, he’s gonna do twenty to life!”
Dean chinks his beer bottle against Gabriel’s glass and they both drink.
“What about the Subs who got sold?” Dean asks.
Gabriel knocks back half of his wine and puts the glass down on the coffee table. “We’re putting together a team to track them all down. That’s what I want Sam for. He’s good at research, good at hacking and his training as a Hunter means he can handle himself in the field too.” Gabriel’s eyes are bright and burning with passion and Dean is so fucking in love with him that it actually hurts.
“Bond with me,” he blurts.
Gabriel freezes. “What?”
“Bond with me?” Dean rubs the back of his neck. “I mean…if you want to…”
Gabriel blinks and Dean begins to ramble. “I know that traditionally you should’ve been the one to propose to me, but-”
He suddenly has a lapful of enthusiastic Dom.
“Yes, you sexy, crazy man! Of course I’ll bond with you!” Gabriel sticks his fingers underneath the band of Dean’s DoD collar and tugs on it. “I can’t wait to get this off you and give you mine, even got one already picked out. It’s slim and black and gorgeous and I was gonna ask you as soon as the State Guardianship Order was up, but this is even better, because fuck tradition! I love that you asked me!”
Before Dean can even formulate a response, Gabe’s lips are on his, his tongue demanding entrance as Gabriel claims Dean as his own.
Dean savors the familiar taste of cherry and white wine. It’s really not bad, he decides. He could definitely get used to it.
The End.
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Dean’s year under Gabriel’s Guardianship is almost up when Dean gets the call from Bobby. The Hunters’ Guild has voted by a slim majority to allow Subs as members, provided that they only actively Hunt with a Dom partner.
It’s something, Dean supposes, as he thanks Bobby for the head’s up and hangs up. He pops the cap on a beer and listens for a moment to Gabe yelling at someone on the phone in the study. He’s enjoying his new role as the Head of the Department of Dynamics. He was a key informant for the Senate Inquiry into Institutional Sub Abuse and in the wake of the ensuing scandal-his father’s resignation and quiet disappearance; Lucien’s arrest and prison sentence -Gabe was the popular choice to take over. It’s all very new, but there’s talk they might have to move to Washington.
And Dean? Dean is only months away from being a qualified mechanic and a free man. And now he has Hunting as a legitimate option too. Dean tips his head back and drinks deeply. His cell phone rings again and this time it’s Sam, calling to see if he’s heard the news about the Hunters’ Guild.
“It’s great news, huh?” Sam enthuses.
“It is. Not sure I’d trust a Dom I don’t know to watch my back properly, but it’s a start.”
There’s a short silence and some paper shuffling and then Sam says, “I’ve dropped out of college. I’ve got my undergraduate degree, but I’m not going on to do law. The stuff I’ve been doing with the SRA, it’s kind of made me an untouchable as far as the legal profession’s concerned.”
“Oh man,” Dean’s face falls. “I…I don’t know what to say.”
“Meh, don’t worry about it. I’m keeping busy with SRA stuff and Gabe offered me a job on his team too,” there’s another pause and then Sam says, “Jess and I might have to move to Washington if I take the job.”
“Are you gonna take it?”
“Yeah. Probably. Gabe says you guys’ll probably be there too and I’d like to have you close. I, uh, asked Jess to be my bondmate.”
Dean’s eyebrows shoot up. “Um, that’s great, but, uh, pretty sure there isn’t a state in the union where it’s legal for a same-dynamic couple to bond.”
Sam laughs. “Yeah, I know. But I asked her anyway and she said yes. Now we’ve just gotta wait for the law to change. Just like you had to wait to be allowed to Hunt,” he pauses. “I never let my dues lapse, you know. Even though I told Dad I didn’t want any part of Hunting, I guess there’s always been a small part of me that understands why he’s so driven.”
“Okay,” Dean says, when the silence stretches out too long.
“I guess what I’m saying,” Sam says slowly, “is that if you ever want to Hunt, I’d be happy to be your partner. I mean, we’ll both do other stuff and we’ll each have our own home base, but if something comes up, Huntwise, we can deal with it together. That is, if you trust me to watch your back.”
“No one I’d trust more,” Dean says. “You and me, we’d make one Hell of a team. So yeah. Let’s get me signed up as an official Hunter, see where it takes us.”
Dean is onto his second beer and Dr Sexy M.D. is just finishing when Gabriel finally makes his way into the living room.
He has a large glass of white wine and a feral grin.
“We got the fucker,” he says to Dean, “documented proof that the Warden of the State Home in Minnesota knew full well that Subs were being sold to the highest bidder. The number of Subs he saw sold, the amount of profit he made, he’s gonna do twenty to life!”
Dean chinks his beer bottle against Gabriel’s glass and they both drink.
“What about the Subs who got sold?” Dean asks.
Gabriel knocks back half of his wine and puts the glass down on the coffee table. “We’re putting together a team to track them all down. That’s what I want Sam for. He’s good at research, good at hacking and his training as a Hunter means he can handle himself in the field too.” Gabriel’s eyes are bright and burning with passion and Dean is so fucking in love with him that it actually hurts.
“Bond with me,” he blurts.
Gabriel freezes. “What?”
“Bond with me?” Dean rubs the back of his neck. “I mean…if you want to…”
Gabriel blinks and Dean begins to ramble. “I know that traditionally you should’ve been the one to propose to me, but-”
He suddenly has a lapful of enthusiastic Dom.
“Yes, you sexy, crazy man! Of course I’ll bond with you!” Gabriel sticks his fingers underneath the band of Dean’s DoD collar and tugs on it. “I can’t wait to get this off you and give you mine, even got one already picked out. It’s slim and black and gorgeous and I was gonna ask you as soon as the State Guardianship Order was up, but this is even better, because fuck tradition! I love that you asked me!”
Before Dean can even formulate a response, Gabe’s lips are on his, his tongue demanding entrance as Gabriel claims Dean as his own.
Dean savors the familiar taste of cherry and white wine. It’s really not bad, he decides. He could definitely get used to it.
The End.
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