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One minute it's nothing but searing hot flames from the lowest bowels of hell. Nothing but the burning stench of thousands of rotting damned souls paired with a sharp scented tang of rusted metal bars.
Then a sudden beautiful flash bang of bright white light, an upheaval of green scenery surrounding them combined with the alluring scent of hot fresh food wisping its way into the nostrils of one hungry human, and one heavily relieved archangel.
Legs gain movement, it was as if possessed by another outside force steering the body towards the quaint little town somewhere in the midwest. A tantalizing smell of cheap diner food beckons them into “Jaci’s Red wagon” where the pair take their seats.
Adam of course orders a burger much to Micheals dismay, takes one bite and moans out in delight.
It's the best thing Adam has tasted in a decade, although Micheal eats nothing he's more than happy to point out the decision making of Adam's choice in food.
Micheal, ever so much the protector, voices his concerns to him,“You know that stuff will kill you right?” he states, concerned eyes locking in on the greasy diner food.
“Worth it” he replies with a mouthful.
Scarfing down a few fries, he looks up from his plate of ‘gourmet food’ (at least in Adams eyes) gives a serious look, “Micheal, I haven't seen a burger in 10 YEARS” he huffs out exasperately.
Micheal lets out a small chuckle while examining a singular french fry before tossing it back to his plate. “Go for it kid” he replies heartily.
Adam breaks out a small smile, glancing back and forth between the fries and burger before locking eyes with Micheal, “Ya know, I know that I don't NEED to eat, but it just tastes SOOOO damn good!” his eyes dramatically roll to the back of his head taking yet another bite.
Micheal just stares examining the scene giving into the warm glow growing in his core.
His blue eyes fixated on him, full of joy to see his favorite human finally enjoying himself.
The sudden realization that they are finally free from their current imprisonment hits him like a truck, much like the red toy trucks littered around in an attempt to ‘decorate’ the diner.
“I don't know much about any of this, you’ll be my guide” he gives his favorite human a small nervous smile.
Adam gives him a small smile back, enjoying the warm glow between them as if time stood still they hold the gaze feeling everything and nothing all at once.
Just as quickly as it came, it retracts the second the waitress in blue walks over to deliver the second requested item on the menu.
A classic pepperoni pizza is laid out in front of them, thanking her he inhales a deep whiff of the steam rising from the cheese covered meal, and showers it with parmesan as if it wasn’t cheesy enough.
“So what about you, are you going back to heaven?” Micheal hesitates, looking down, giving a long hard thought before looking back up at Adam, “I don't know.
My brothers are dead, my father never returned. In so many ways I am alone”. Giving a sad small smile, he drags his thoughts back to the person in front of him, locking eyes to reassure his faithful companion of his emotional wellbeing.
“What about you? you have the Winchesters”. A still frozen look pauses on his face, distantly looking at the long awaited meal.
Cold disappointment pure on his face, glances up at Micheal with a smirk and squinted eyes.
“Ya know I only met them once and they let me rot in hell”.
Bitter resentment leaves a trace of undesirable thoughts on both parties' consciousness.
A long yet understanding glance is passed between the two of them. “Family” Michael says, “Family sucks” Adam agrees.
Despite the uncomfortable shift in the conversation, the two share a deeply understanding look. The once stale air of regret that filled the room only a moment ago, is replaced by the same familiar warmness that the two feel yet again.
After many years in the cage spent together trapped in an endless hellscape, they found a way to manage.
Manage they did, they learned, they traded stories and shared feelings buried deep within each of them hidden away from everyone and everything.
They have shared the same body for a millennium, but it gradually deepened into something more.
Once both oblivious, now has become the thing never said but comfortably wrapped around them.
Adam is the sun to Micheal’s moon, the exquisitely warm sunshine radiating from every smile shone from his face fills the once cold indifferent soldier he once was.
The calm reassuring coolness glows around him, with fierce termination from his protector carries a caring longing look to the light in the darkness which he found when there was nothing else.
Micheal stares far too long as he should, but can’t seem to care. Adam however is preoccupied with shoveling the fries, burger, and pizza down his gullet.
Scarfing down anything in front of him before taking a long refreshing gulp of his Diet Dr. Pepper contained in the cheap paper cup.
Micheal reluctantly breaks the silence from the repetitive chewing and swallowing of the heart attack meal Adam has engrossed himself in.
“If you're finished, I was thinking we could go for a walk outside.”, he suggested while watching bits of food and ketchup being whipped off his companion's face.
Eyes light up at the suggestion, “Ya know, I need to walk all of this off anyways! It would be nice to enjoy the change of hellfire and tortured screams to nothing but green grass and clear skies!” Although no longer engulfed in hellfire, the air surrounding the two was just starting to warm up.
Standing up suddenly, Adam reaches across the table and yanks Micheal out of his seat, giddy and excited. Micheal lets him, hand in hand they stroll out of the diner into the pleasant afternoon.
A cool breeze sways in the air, green leaves brush gently against each other as the trees surrounding them dance side to side. Streets are busy with people and a handful of cars pass by.
Songs of bluebirds ring in the air and the warm glow of the sun shines warmly upon all its residents. Not nearly as warm as the pair casually strolling by the constant movement of people, slowly taking in all the new sites and smells of their environment around them.
To everyone else it appears a single man in his late 20’s is smiling uncontrollably to himself walking at a snail's pace, but to the two of them there is only them.
Perhaps that's why ongoing passersbyers decide to give the man a bit more space as to avoid the weirdo shamelessly talking to himself in public, but the pair fail to notice this.
Adam drags them into a few different miscellaneous stores simply because he can.
Wandering in and out of a wide range of stores leaves Micheal holding a colorful arrangement of different bags (again its really one person holding an armful of bags).
A few pairs of jeans and sweaters from goodwill they spent an hour in due to Adam wanting Micheals opinion on every single article of clothing he tried on (Micheal did his best, he's no fashionista).
The other arm holds a brand new tote bag filled with various books on gardening and lemony Snicket novels from the Open Book Shop.
Micheal was curious on how gardening works and Adam never got to finish reading his favorite book series before he was killed, brought back again, then thrown in the pit.
The guy was kinda preoccupied at the time, can you really blame him?
Another bag is filled with various snacks and candies from the 50 Cents store.
A box of watermelon sourpatch kids, a bag of peanut butter M and M’s, a bag of classic red licorice, a bag of red mini starburst, a box of milk duds, a bag of sour lemon candies, along with a bag of salted peanuts (that one was Michael's idea).
The last store Adams drags them to is a quaint local antique store dubbed MICHAEL'S ANGELIC ANTIQUES.
Much to Micheals protest they go in anyways. Adam claimed that “it was a sign” and that “they NEED to absolutely go in now”, Micheal allowed his human to lead them in but insisted that he in fact DID NOT own an antique store.
“I’ve never even heard of this, I would never be so self centered to name a place after myself. Let alone have the audacity to name it after an archangel.”
The amusing scene set aside, they take a step into the wooden box of a shop to be greeted by the thick scent of dust paired with the taste of old leather.
Upon immediate inspection, the walls around them are crowded with tall wooden bookcases from the front and the sides.
Cramped with various miscellaneous items consisting of random liquid filled bottles, torn leatherback books, random nick nacks, old typewriters, old posters for even older movies, stacks of random playing cards, and well loved stuffed plushies.
The spaces of the wall not covered by bookcases reveals the peeled pinkish-yellow flora design, cracked crusted wooden planks beneath it.
A small, but tall ornate wooden table laid out in the middle of the boxy room is covered with various pieces of jewelry, antique watches, music boxes, and a few clean pristine blades.
A majority of the floors are lined up with turquoise, red, and yellow triangular patterns, embroidered with white diamonds.
The uneven panels of wooden planks creak and groan with every step taken. An older woman gives them a polite welcoming smile behind the planky wooden desk attempting to hold the weight of the old fashioned register that laid on top of it.
The pair glance at the room around them, then at each other. Micheal raises an eyebrow unimpressed, Adam gives him a shrug and a carefree smile.
“Adam, are you sure you wish to proceed in such a sad disarray of this ‘store’?” his brows furrowed. He flashes him an amused smile “ Ahhh come on buddy! Where's your sense of adventure? Besides, this place isn’t THAT big, we’ll be in and out in no time!”
Still not convinced, he drags his fingers across the nearest book case shelf accumulating a fair amount of dust on the tip of his finger.
Adam is preoccupied rummaging through every single shelf he can reach, when something catches his eye on the little table in the middle of the room.
“Woah! Micheal! Come look at this stuff!” Before he can react, fingers interlace with his own, pulled toward the center of the room.
At first Adam doesn’t notice, in fact he doesn’t seem to notice for the next five minutes while he rambles to Michael about all the items before them.
Micheal can’t seem to focus on anything besides Adam's ecstatic joy. His eyes are as bright as the biggest star in the sky, his voice a soothing melody, it is as if the angels themselves are singing the holiest enochian songs he’s ever had the pleasure of hearing.
Sparkling like the purest diamonds to ever be created can’t even compare to the glow of his soul. His very essence shines like a pure bright white light.
It's a blindly beautiful sight to behold, seeing a soul shine as bright as his. Smiling ear to ear and lost staring into the wonderful sight in front of him,
Adam turns toward him and notices the sudden change in demeanor of his partner.
“Uh Michael? Buddy? Are you listening to me?” he waves his arms in front of Micheal seemingly still caught in a trance staring straight at Adam.
“Hellllooooooo, earth to Micheal, can ya hear me?” Now stepping in front of them they are face to face, he begins to rapidly snap his fingers in front of him.
Eyes snap back to reality from wherever he was a second ago, the proximity of their closeness is quickly realized much to Michael's surprise.
A hand is placed on his shoulder, worried eyes are locked in with his, “ Hey Michael? Are you ok buddy?” his hand squeezes his shoulder a bit tighter. Sheepishly he replies “Yeah, I'm ok kid.”
Giving another warm reassuring smile. He seems to be doing that a lot today, more than usual at least.
“Wheew! I thought I lost you for a second there! Welp, that's a relief!”
Adam gives another one of his award winning smiles, and the warmness in his core feels overwhelmingly hot now. The hand relocates from his shoulder back to his hand, a bit disappointing but Micheal is glad to be held by his human in any way.
That small dissatisfaction is immediately replaced by an erroneous amount of joy when Adam reaches for his other hand. His heart practically skips a beat, well if he had one it would.
“So Michael I was thinking, we’ve been together for what feels like a millennium now, well probably because it has! And I uhhhhh, was wondering if you’d uhhhhh….”
He stops, glances at the orient table where a pair of blue rings sit side by side.
Micheal confused, breaks his stare away from Adam onto the table wear the pair of antique rings are conveniently placed next to each other laid out in front of them.
He looks back up to Adam to find blue eyes interlocking with his own.
Gripping tightly onto his hands, his elated expression only seems to grow within every second shared between them. Yet again, the pair are frozen in place.
Time seems to stand still for a split second until Adam breaks the silence.
“Maybe…. you would like to marry me?”