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Chapter 4

"-and then the guy ended up getting so pissed he just took the vase and stormed out!" Adam finished while laughing.

Adam and Micheal had made a sort of agreement for Micheal to try and stay around when he can. It felt like It had been a good two months since they did that. Still, Micheal was hard to come around. It's already been like...what a year? How long until he warmed up to Adam? At least he let him talk and talk and talk. Adam loved telling stories.

Micheal would say much while listening to these stories. But he would listen intently. Maybe he's more of a listener. Adam couldn't help but feel weird about the fact Sam was still in the cage with them. Or- his soul at least.

It feels like forever since Sam's body was saved. But not Adam. God, Adam hated those Winchesters. Hated them. Why didn't they save him? Was he not good enough? It's whatever. For whatever weird reason it bothered Micheal too. Now all that remained was Sam's soul. Adam had asked to see it a few times but Micheal refused. Said it was too graphic and disgusting.

Adam decided to take his mind off it. "Hey you ever bake?" Adam said getting up from the couch and walking to the kitchen. Micheal shook his head. "I use to llooovvee baking! Yknow I make a mean batch of strawberry cupcakes" Adam walked over to the fridge and opened it. He frowned slightly. There was no food in that fridge. That sorta put a wet towel over his mood as he muttered 'nevermind then..' as he shut the fridge door.

Michael's eyes went blue for a second and then he spoke. "Open it." Adam narrowed his eyes, confused, and went to reopen the fridge. The fridge was stocked. It had apples, salad, orange juice, milk, strawberries. Everything! Adams eyes shined. "Awesome! Hey can you do that with other stuff?" Adam turned to Micheal smiling. For some reason Micheal felt good.

"Anything you want I can conjure." Micheal replied. Adam's smile widened. "Sweet! C'mere" Adam started setting up. Micheal obliged but felt confused. He wasn't very expressive but his eyes were. That's what Adam says anyway. Adam looked over to Micheal and saw the confusion so he explained the way he usually did. "I can't make these alone, I always did this with my mom" he shrugged.

Micheal wondered why Adam didn't just ask him to make them appear. It's simpler and quicker. But he won't question it. While baking Adam was spilled flour everywhere. He was covered in flower and so was Micheal. Adam was definitely more covered though. He was laughing and coughing since flour had gotten in his mouth.

Micheal stared at him. He didn't know why but he couldn't look away.

HEY CHAT THIS ONE WAS SHORT BUT IT WAS MEANT TO BE SHORT AND IT WAS JUST TO THE BEGINNING OF MICHEAL SOOKRRTTTAAA COMING AROUND

Chapter one.

The light was blinding but warm and inviting. It felt like It was calling out to him. Adam figured out it was Micheal. But he wasn't scared, which was weird. Now Adam isn't a very scared guy but this is an archangel! Shouldn't he at least be a little scared?

Be not afraid.

Adam felt Micheal's voice go through his body. He could understand it. Then Dean's voice Cam through. They were running out of the room. As Adam followed closely behind, the door suddenly shut. He tried to touch the knob but it burned. He banged on the door desperately, hoping Dean could get him out. Then everything went black.

Literally, everything went black. Where was he?

"Adam Milligan." a booming voice spoke. Adam felt his breath pick up as he couldn't even see anything.

"W-...m-Micheal?" Adam realized who it was. A bright bright voidy figure with no features but pure blue eyes appeared in front of Adam. Adam flinched back ever so slightly.

"Do you know why you're here." Micheal asked. Adam shook his head. "I mean- not really. Didn't get a huge explanation from your minion."

"You're here for a divine plan Adam. You're going to help me defeat my brother."

Adam thought for a moment. "Cool" he mumbled.

"Adam do you trust me."

"Uh-.....i mean.....after what happened in there I don't really know....." Adam said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. He wasn't sure how smart it was to tell an archangel who could easily wipe him from existence that he didn't trust him.

"That was not me. That was Zachariah."

"......"

"Adam, for you to help me, you need to say yes to me. Say yes to heaven." Micheal said, extending his awfully bright and no featured hand.

Adam looked at it then at Micheal. He knew he'd be doing good if he did this. And Micheal wouldn't hurt him. Would he? God, he didn't know. But hey, gods divine plan right?

"Adam Milligan. Will you be my vessel."

"Yes."

Adam suddenly felt hot and smothered. It was uncomfortable. It couldn't help but sorta yelp when it happened. He felt a rush of grace flood into him. Then everything was different, his body was making movements but it wasn't him. Must've been Micheal. He didn't like the feeling of all of it, it bothered him. But he said yes to this so there's no backing out now.

God's divine plan.

"It was crazy, snow everywhere..." Adam had been telling one of his stories again. Micheal loved his stories. Adam didn't have a fantastic memory unless it came to stories about his childhood and his mother. He hadn't remembered that he'd told his story already four times. But Micheal didn't care and didn't tell him. He loved this story.

He had been listening intently until he sensed something and immediately tensed up and his expression turned dark and cold.

"And-" Adam paused, noticing how Micheal tensed. "What is it?" he asked. Micheal didn't answer but instead took over Adams body. He felt something that he felt like he couldn't stop. He inverted into the mind scape as well and wrapped his grace around Adam tight. Suffocatingly tight.

"Hey what's going on?!"

No response. Micheal was too busy trying to hold onto Adam and protect him from whatever was coming. Then there was a light rumbling. He tightened his grace.

Adam don't move at all.

Adam obliged blindly. He trusted that Micheal wouldn't let anything happen to him. He knew it. Then..micheal heard something he never wanted to hear. Screaming. Adams screaming.

Then it was silent. But something was wrong. Something was so wrong. The vessel felt empty..

Adam?

....

Adam.

......

Adam was gone. Micheal was alone in the vessel. He felt so. Gross. It took a second for the initial shock to settle in. And then it finally did. Micheal truly did want to cry but something told him he couldn't. He never could. He wasn't allowed. It wasn't written for his character.

He sat down and stared off into nothing. Feeling empty and alone. Not hearing Adams voice. He felt mad but at himself. He still felt mad at whoever did this but it's mostly his fault. Or at least that's what he told himself. He told himself it was his fault he didn't protect Adam better.

I wish you would've finished that story.