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blue_bells» Title: 'Try' being the operative word
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Severe lack of requisite crack
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Michael/Adam, Dean, Sam
» Summary: Michael tries to get Dean and Sam's permission to court the youngest Winchester, and is treated to the Winchester version of the shotgun talk.
» A/N: Originally written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
owleyes_arisen as part of the Adam Milligan Prompt Meme. I also haven't seen past 6x05, which may/may not be relevant to this at all.
"Uh.... "
Sam and Dean exchanged a dubious look.
"How about: no," Dean offered.
The tall, dark-haired stranger on the other side of the parking meter waited with his hands in his pockets. He looked between them with patient interest, not a smile or a frown. He clearly expected them to review their answers.
They hadn't paid him much notice until he'd called them by name and introduced himself as 'Michael'.
As in the archangel Michael they'd thrown into the pit not a year earlier wearing their little brother's face.
Adam had resurfaced two weeks ago. Today was the first they'd gotten him out of the motel room.
And here was Michael, not looking to fight and carefully avoiding any mention of the apocalypse.
Michael was instead asking their permission to 'court' Adam.
Court him.
Uh... what?
After a minute of stunned silence, several threads of carefully layered accusations to deduce Michael's true aim and intent, they realised that he was completely serious.
No, really... what?
Dean was pretty sure their five minute parking had expired in the time they'd been standing there.
Sam had no pretenses for the archangel.
"Hell no."
"Emphasis on the 'hell'," Dean said, voice rising, "If you think a year in the slammer's some prelude to a romance, let me clear the air: do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars and our brother on your way out. No. And with us humans that word actually holds for something. You want a weekend joust, find some corner crackhead and give me a call when you learn the meaning of 'consent'."
Michael's vessel had light brown eyes. It was striking and, they bet, entirely on purpose. When Michael's expression became curious, almost stern, those bright brown eyes were completely disarming.
"If you're referring to the time Adam served as my vessel --"
"You're not doing that again," Sam interrupted, light and assured.
"No," Michael said, slow and noticeably tolerant of the interruption, though the look he threw Sam let him know Michael was counting his exceptions. "I won't."
Dean snorted, lip curling.
"Hey, you'll forgive us if we don't take your word at face value. But your word, and the word of any other angel with one exception, counts for less than the mud on my boot right now."
Somewhere behind them, Adam was winding up in the grocery store. He'd wanted to do this small chore by himself after a fortnight recovering in their motel room. Adam had effectively stared his brothers down until Dean threw up his hands, Sam shrugged, and they decided they could wait it out by the car.
Michael's face turned cold and dangerous.
"You think I forced him," His voice was flat and quiet.
Sam shrugged like Michael had finally caught up to the rest of the class.
"Duress isn't consent, Michael."
Michael glanced between the brothers and the slow surprise that stole his expression was surreal. Dean had to give the angel credit for his ability to act; it was a conceit apparently few had learned.
"He didn't tell you."
Sam and Dean didn't even look at each other, but, oh, how they wanted to. They'd come through enough years of wrecking and rebuilding trust to know they didn't have to. Questions for Adam could wait.
Dean leaned his hands on his hips and didn't bother restraining the scowl that wanted to let his fist fly.
"You're not wearing him. You're not having him. Walk away, Michael."
Michael was never going to be cowed by Dean's filthy glare, but something over Dean's shoulder caught his eye and his expression shifted to a blank, controlled slate.
Adam stood at the grocery's threshold, half caught in shade, short hair glowing bright in the early morning sun. The brown paper bag was slightly crushed against his side, eyes on the archangel talking to his brothers.
And he looked pretty pissed off. Somehow, he knew who his brothers were talking to.
"I had to ask," Michael eventually said, hushed. If he'd been human, Dean might have called it resigned. He wasn't sure if Michael had meant asking for Adam's permission before possession, their blessing for Michael to pursue some quasi-normal relationship with him, or both.
The angel stepped down from the sidewalk and before he disappeared, the heavy look in his eyes made Dean think of Castiel, of Anna.
"I never forced him."
Then Michael was gone, Dean blinked in bewilderment, and Sam sighed with a heavy, familiar shrug.
"He actually looked sort of earnest, at the end," Sam said.
Dean pulled a face. "So fucking earnest."
They both turned to Adam who was still scowling at the Impala's nose where Michael had stood a moment ago. Dean didn't miss the new sting of disappointment in Adam's expression, as if he had been expecting something else from that visit. Maybe something more.
It was that look that gave Michael's story its only credence.
Dean cleared his throat and Adam's attention cut to him.
"We've gotta talk."
Continued in Like a motherf*cking adult.
» Fandom: Supernatural
» Warnings: Severe lack of requisite crack
» Pairing(s)/Characters: Michael/Adam, Dean, Sam
» Summary: Michael tries to get Dean and Sam's permission to court the youngest Winchester, and is treated to the Winchester version of the shotgun talk.
» A/N: Originally written for
owleyes_arisen as part of the Adam Milligan Prompt Meme. I also haven't seen past 6x05, which may/may not be relevant to this at all."Uh.... "
Sam and Dean exchanged a dubious look.
"How about: no," Dean offered.
The tall, dark-haired stranger on the other side of the parking meter waited with his hands in his pockets. He looked between them with patient interest, not a smile or a frown. He clearly expected them to review their answers.
They hadn't paid him much notice until he'd called them by name and introduced himself as 'Michael'.
As in the archangel Michael they'd thrown into the pit not a year earlier wearing their little brother's face.
Adam had resurfaced two weeks ago. Today was the first they'd gotten him out of the motel room.
And here was Michael, not looking to fight and carefully avoiding any mention of the apocalypse.
Michael was instead asking their permission to 'court' Adam.
Court him.
Uh... what?
After a minute of stunned silence, several threads of carefully layered accusations to deduce Michael's true aim and intent, they realised that he was completely serious.
No, really... what?
Dean was pretty sure their five minute parking had expired in the time they'd been standing there.
Sam had no pretenses for the archangel.
"Hell no."
"Emphasis on the 'hell'," Dean said, voice rising, "If you think a year in the slammer's some prelude to a romance, let me clear the air: do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars and our brother on your way out. No. And with us humans that word actually holds for something. You want a weekend joust, find some corner crackhead and give me a call when you learn the meaning of 'consent'."
Michael's vessel had light brown eyes. It was striking and, they bet, entirely on purpose. When Michael's expression became curious, almost stern, those bright brown eyes were completely disarming.
"If you're referring to the time Adam served as my vessel --"
"You're not doing that again," Sam interrupted, light and assured.
"No," Michael said, slow and noticeably tolerant of the interruption, though the look he threw Sam let him know Michael was counting his exceptions. "I won't."
Dean snorted, lip curling.
"Hey, you'll forgive us if we don't take your word at face value. But your word, and the word of any other angel with one exception, counts for less than the mud on my boot right now."
Somewhere behind them, Adam was winding up in the grocery store. He'd wanted to do this small chore by himself after a fortnight recovering in their motel room. Adam had effectively stared his brothers down until Dean threw up his hands, Sam shrugged, and they decided they could wait it out by the car.
Michael's face turned cold and dangerous.
"You think I forced him," His voice was flat and quiet.
Sam shrugged like Michael had finally caught up to the rest of the class.
"Duress isn't consent, Michael."
Michael glanced between the brothers and the slow surprise that stole his expression was surreal. Dean had to give the angel credit for his ability to act; it was a conceit apparently few had learned.
"He didn't tell you."
Sam and Dean didn't even look at each other, but, oh, how they wanted to. They'd come through enough years of wrecking and rebuilding trust to know they didn't have to. Questions for Adam could wait.
Dean leaned his hands on his hips and didn't bother restraining the scowl that wanted to let his fist fly.
"You're not wearing him. You're not having him. Walk away, Michael."
Michael was never going to be cowed by Dean's filthy glare, but something over Dean's shoulder caught his eye and his expression shifted to a blank, controlled slate.
Adam stood at the grocery's threshold, half caught in shade, short hair glowing bright in the early morning sun. The brown paper bag was slightly crushed against his side, eyes on the archangel talking to his brothers.
And he looked pretty pissed off. Somehow, he knew who his brothers were talking to.
"I had to ask," Michael eventually said, hushed. If he'd been human, Dean might have called it resigned. He wasn't sure if Michael had meant asking for Adam's permission before possession, their blessing for Michael to pursue some quasi-normal relationship with him, or both.
The angel stepped down from the sidewalk and before he disappeared, the heavy look in his eyes made Dean think of Castiel, of Anna.
"I never forced him."
Then Michael was gone, Dean blinked in bewilderment, and Sam sighed with a heavy, familiar shrug.
"He actually looked sort of earnest, at the end," Sam said.
Dean pulled a face. "So fucking earnest."
They both turned to Adam who was still scowling at the Impala's nose where Michael had stood a moment ago. Dean didn't miss the new sting of disappointment in Adam's expression, as if he had been expecting something else from that visit. Maybe something more.
It was that look that gave Michael's story its only credence.
Dean cleared his throat and Adam's attention cut to him.
"We've gotta talk."
Continued in Like a motherf*cking adult.
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Date: 2010-11-07 11:12 am (UTC)Sequel?
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Date: 2010-11-07 03:48 pm (UTC)And, yes, I may have accidentally written a sequel and it will be up after I've had a chance to review it with fresh eyes. Probably tomorrow!
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Date: 2010-11-07 11:18 am (UTC)Seriously. Your dialogue is... bouncy. It sproings me up into the air when I come to it, and I just giggle like a freaking schoolgirl the whole way down. That's definitely something. Plus, you know, it's always nice to have an alternate take on the 'angels did horrible things to Adam to get his consent' meme. The idea of Michael buying him flowers and whispering sweet, if baffling, nothings into his ear is both hilarious, awesome, and totally subversive to all expectations, which is exactly what I would expect from Supernatural. ;)
So, yes. Very much enjoyed this. Can't wait to see what else you've written.
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Date: 2010-11-07 03:54 pm (UTC)Tomorrow. Probably. It's already finished, but I need to read it with the clarity of some sleep under my belt.
Thank you so much for your lovely feedback, it's always refreshing and a relief to know the voices and characters are working. I find it easier to write people in conflict, so you can expect to see more knocking heads in the next part. I hope you like it!
Oh, I'm pretty sure the angels did horrible things to Adam for his consent, but it was never explicitly said, so why not take the alternate route? That route has sunflowers growing by the path, there are balloon rides at the end, and we like it!
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Date: 2010-11-07 11:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-07 03:58 pm (UTC)I'd love to take credit for the story idea, but the prompt came from someone else and I just ran with it -- in the opposite direction. I hope they don't mind. ;]
Yes, there is a sequel! It accidentally wrote itself while I was trying to go to bed and it should be up in the next day or two.
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Date: 2010-11-07 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-11-07 04:50 pm (UTC)Poor boy needs some attention after all.
I can't wait for the sequel.
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Date: 2010-11-07 09:13 pm (UTC)Lightbulb! ;D
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Date: 2010-11-07 06:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-11-07 09:24 pm (UTC)I just wish Adam was back in the show and everyone was angsting a little less, but the former more than anything. If this was real I would expire from overjoy and I'd have to look out the window for the flying pigs.
I keep wanting to fill things on that meme of yours, but I feel so greedy running around and stealing them all. XD
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Date: 2010-11-07 09:38 pm (UTC)Feel free to fill all you want! That meme's been up for months, so I'm pretty sure that most people who care about Adam have already run through it multiple times. I'd drop more prompts if I felt they'd ever get filled, lol. But alas, people tend to get nervous with Adam fics, since slashing him is a little risky at times, because putting him in between the Sam/Dean dynamic is kind of a leap, and writing actual plotty stuff is sometimes hard too, since we hardly got to know Adam at all.
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Date: 2010-11-08 12:40 am (UTC)I can understand people's hesitation to write Adam. For his three appearances, we've only met him once; but sometimes that's all we need to draw our own conclusions. ;) Especially when canon refuses to clear the air. But yay, I'll have another look at the meme for other things I can fill!
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Date: 2010-11-08 01:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-08 01:14 am (UTC)And do not worry, there will be MOAR. :D Quite soon, so check back!
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Date: 2010-11-08 01:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-08 01:17 am (UTC)I did write a sequel last night, so it'll be up within the next day!
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Date: 2010-11-09 07:25 am (UTC)no subject
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