You are Dean Winchester, a werewolf. You and Sam just arrived in St. Louis and immediately are sucked into a case at a Harvard campus. You would be fully focused on the case, but a delectable scent is distracting you. Something inhuman and sweet. Sam is talking to some students, so you follow the scent.

You follow the scent to an empty classroom where a singular janitor is cleaning. The scent is coming from him. When he turns and makes eye contact, my inner wolf howls in joy. I have found him, found my mate.

The last thing Gabriel expected when he sensed hunters entering the campus was for one to find him immediately and for the hunter to be a werewolf, looking at him like he's a feast.