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I have another midam drabble, gold to go with the silver of yesterday 🥰
Michael makes the ring himself, molten gold between his forging fingers as Adam watches the liquid pass over his skin harmlessly. A forbidden act of creation. Michael isn’t satisfied with a sterile outer coating, smooth and unscarred.
At the level of atoms, he reshapes it, a thousand years of partnership retold in microscopic engravings, an angel and vessel over and over in different arrangements.
(Some, strikingly intimate. Adam laughs. Michael still finds them important enough to immortalize.)
It fits their finger perfectly. The engravings glitter. The metal is cooling, and Adam brings it to their lips, sealed with a kiss.
#midamap2023#spn#fanfiction#midam#Michael spn#adam milligan#fic: midam#fic: michael spn#fic: adam milligan#fic: spn
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one of the funniest things about midam is the inherent fact that sam and dean are going to have an insane Reaction no matter the circumstances
there are so many reasons that they'd find michael and adam's relationship insane. like there is no way i can coherently explain them all. but im going to try my best
sam was in the cage with them. he intimately understands the experience of being in the darkest pit of hell. he knows what it does to a human soul. he was tortured by lucifer. he watched michael and lucifer fight. he knows the destruction that an archangel can bring. there is no way that he can look at michael and adam, look at the bond they forged in the cage, and not think that it was something like stockholm syndrome.
and dean. where do i even start with dean. dean knew michael, their world's michael, as a commanding, deadly presence. one who killed without a second thought and had no time for insignificant human feelings. and then he was possessed by apocalypse world michael. and described it as being underwater. as drowning. and being painfully conscious of every moment. theres no chance that he can look at adam and michael coexisting and think that its healthy
and i dont even know how much of sam and deans Reaction is based off the fact that Adam was their half brother – the one that John had in secret, who was an afterthought or just. not a thought at all until the apocalypse, the brother that they forgot in hell for a decade. that he's the one that The First Angel decided was his equal.
that the brother they'd deemed worthless enough to rot in hell has the full devotion of one of the most powerful beings in the dimension
#i just find sam and dean's reactions to midam so interesting#and this isnt even touchjng on deans whole fucked up romance with cas#which is a whole Other bag of worms#anyway if any of yall have fics where sam and dean Find Out hmu#adam milligan x michael#adam milligan#michael spn#midam#spn#dean winchester#sam winchester#supernatural#hex posts
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Thinking about a world where Adam is pulled out of the cage early without Michael and is unwillingly pulled into Sam and Dean's emotionally incestuous codependent relationship. He hates it, but his brothers have made too many enemies for it to be safe for him to live by himself and he doesn't have a certain angelic companion to help keep him safe. So he's kind of just stuck there, reluctantly playing a part in his brothers codependency because he doesn't really have a lot of options and occasionally lashing out at them whenever they cross a line he's uncomfortable with
Edited 04/15/2024: I made a little ficlet set in this universe.
#wincest#samdean#samadam#samdeanadam#adam milligan#sam winchester#dean winchester#midam#i will always imply midam whenever either of those bitches are involved#michael#spn.txt#adamdean#might write this at some point#fic ideas#yuri.txt#adam gets out early au
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Supernatural Masterlist
DC Master List
Steamy: * | Smutty: **
Dean Winchester:
Spanking*
Against The Wall(/Bathroom Door)**
Reacting to Reader having erotic dreams about him*
Having erotic dreams about F!Reader*
Skinny Dipping**
Not So Sweet Dreams**
Reacting to Reader who is quiet in bed*
Sam Winchester:
Section 48: Unlawful Kisses*
Reacting to Reader having erotic dreams about him*
Having erotic dreams about F!Reader*
Reacting to Reader who is quiet in bed*
Castiel:
If you will have me, I am yours**
Takeout Tuesday**
Take Me Home*
NSFW Headcanons*
Reacting to Reader having erotic dreams about him*
Having erotic dreams about F!Reader*
Reacting to Reader who is quiet in bed*
Harbringer* [Godstiel]
Jack Kline:
Finding Common Interests
Belphegor:
Close As Strangers
Adam Milligan:
Never Been Kissed
Learning to love Michael as much as Adam
Lucifer:
NSFW Alphabet*
Reacting to Reader having erotic dreams about him*
Reacting to Reader who is quiet in bed*
Michael:
Learning to love Michael as much as Adam
Reacting to Reader who is quiet in bed*
Gabriel:
Reacting to Reader having erotic dreams about him*
Aware Of Your Stare
Reacting to Reader who is quiet in bed*
Misc:
Taste & Smell HCs
Their Perfect Date HCs Angels | Humans | Demons
#supernatural imagine#supernatural fic#supernatural smut#dean winchester smut#sam winchester smut#castiel smut#dean winchester x reader#sam winchester x reader#castiel x reader#spn lucifer#spn lucifer x reader#adam milligan x reader
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listen okay i hate babies ever after as much as anyone i hate the heteroification of gay couples i hate the 'destiel are jack's dads' dynamic i hate it all. however. i do think midam are the exception and hear me out i think theyre the exception because staying home raising kids and general housewifing would be an IDEAL outcome for michael. and i've said it before like the whole 'he can basically do whatever he was doing in heaven but on a smaller less destructive scale and he has someone who actually loves and supports him while doing so' thing would probably be good for him but i also think he'd be absolutely thrilled at. 'hehehe adam will go out and have a little job and earn little paychecks and i'll be here in our little house making little meals for our little kids' it's like playing dolls for him like he could go out and do whatever but no he wants to colour code their daughters' linen cabinets instead and make hidden veggie pasta sauce. it's so low stakes compared to what he had to think about before but also similar enough in terms of micromanage-yness that it's theraputic. michael's happily ever after is becoming one of those 'packing lunch for my 12 kids' people on tiktok except there's no thinly-veiled burnout or resentment because he only really holds resentment towards his dad's kids (i.e. the other angels) for existing. not adam's! it's also great for everyone else because he's nerfed beyond all measure and won't destroy the world because child three has a cello recital on friday and it'd make her sad if he blew the universe up before then
#popping back from the final year of law school to spread my michael is a housewife gospel and leave immediately#this is also to say only someone with an archangels energy and weird hangups could ever actually like being a full time sahm lol sorry#until i one day publish a girlverse fic vagueposting is what youre all gonna get#not included here is raphael and gabriel are watching all this and listening to washing machine heart on repeat. why not me etc#spn michael#adam milligan#midam#girlverse
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Cage Wi-fi
"Can I ask, once again, how it's even possible we get wi-fi down here?"
Adam knew he was beating a dead horse, at this point, by getting worked up over this, but he was only human. Even in these trying times of Angels and Demons—of cages in Hell that were supposed to hold the literal Devil but, for some reason, also currently held him and the Archangel Michael—he needed things to make sense. Nothing had been going as it should lately. Not for a long time. Yet, here he was, trying to find logic where it seemed none existed.
"I assume the computer and its 'wi-fi' are here for entertainment purposes. There's not much else to do down here," Michael murmured. His face was practically hidden behind the screen. It had been for the last few days. At least, Adam thought it was days (Hell time was different, Cage time worse). Adam hoped Michael wasn't becoming addicted—that was all they needed—but there wasn't anything he could do to get it away from him.
Lucifer, at least, seemed to find Michael's newfound fascination and obsession amusing. "The demons snuck one down. I enjoyed the machine last I used it, so I, uh…let's go with 'asked' them to bring one down."
Adam should've guessed Lucifer was behind this. Even when he searched his brain, he couldn't figure out how a simple laptop could cause much, if any, damage. The whole situation seemed harmless. It was because Lucifer was the one who wanted it that he couldn't help but be suspicious.
His relationship with the Devil was mostly cordial. Michael had made it clear early on his vessel was off-limits when it came to torture or harassment. But the warning had ended up being unnecessary. Lucifer had, at first, focused all of his attention on his own vessel, Sam.
Adam had felt a bit bad then that Sam was experiencing such a thing while Adam was getting off scot-free. But, as he'd understood it, it was Sam's fault they were down there. Sam had decided to jump and take Lucifer with him—dragging him and Michael along for the ride. For such reasons, Adam also couldn't help but feel a little vindictive himself after all was said and done. All Adam had wanted was to see his mother and help save the world.
Lucifer did torture Sam for a while, but he must've gotten bored or finally calmed down because one day—for no discernable reason—he stopped. Sam didn't react as though he'd stopped, though. Instead, he kept screaming and tearing into himself, yelling words like "Stop!" or "No!" even though Lucifer was no longer touching him, basically torturing himself.
It almost made him relieved for Sam's sake (as well as his own) when, not long after, they saw Castiel appear. He shot into the cage with as little subtlety as a flaming meteor to snatch him, somehow managing to grab Sam's body but fly off, leaving his soul behind. He hadn't even spared a glance for Adam, despite Michael's (very much appreciated) attempt to get his attention and remind him.
The results of Sam existing in the cage without his body were a trial of their own. If Sam had seemed off or unhinged before, he was an absolute basket-case now. Lucifer even became desperate enough to try and calm him down, to no avail.
Then, once again, they had a visitor. This time 'Death' of all things. (And had Adam mentioned before he wasn't cut out for this?) While Adam was busy trying to fathom the idea of Death having a physical manifestation—on top of still trying to come to terms with Angels, Demons, and… well, everything else he'd ever thought was fantasy being real—Death retrieved Sam's soul.
Death, at least, was polite enough to acknowledge them. Adam included.
"I'm sorry, but the deal was only for one. Dean made his choice," he had said to him.
He'd immediately understood. It hurt, but he wasn't surprised. Their relationship had been short and brief, and for all they'd gone on about family and tried to appeal to him with that argument, he'd meant what he said when they first met. His mom was his family. She was the one he'd been doing all this for.
After Sam was gone, Adam worried Lucifer would get bored and come after him. After a while of showing no such inclination, though, Adam relaxed.
Adam was also surprised when Michael and Lucifer didn't fight each other. He'd been under the impression that had been the whole point of the Apocalypse. Michael had pointed out that neither could kill the other as long as they were down here. The cage kept whatever was in it alive. Fighting would be an exercise in futility.
The two of them still argued. But it was more like your average brotherly back-and-forth (if you considered disagreements over whether God would return and save them, or whether humans deserved to live or were insignificant ants that polluted and destroyed all God's other creations average).
Adam was doing okay. He figured for a guy stuck in Hell (possibly for all eternity), he was holding together pretty well. There was just some confusion over the computer.
"If we can get a signal down here, could we send messages to Earth?" Adam asked.
"And who were you planning on sending messages to?" Lucifer drawled, his human manifestation sprawled out against one of the corner cage walls. That was another thing that confused Adam. This wasn't their 'true' form he was seeing.
When Michael first appeared to him, he had been pure light. His presence had been so bright and heavy it'd felt both like staring directly at the sun and, somehow, being surrounded by it. Michael had later told him it was a miracle he'd been able to look upon him at all. Apparently, it was common for people to burn their eyes out when directly looking at them outside of a vessel. The Winchester blood that'd made it possible for him to be a vessel for Michael period must have saved him.
This meant he'd seen Michael before and had at least an idea of what an Angel could look like through human eyes. He also thought he'd caught a few glimpses of Lucifer when he was still torturing Sam. But he wasn't sure if what he'd seen was accurate after so long. Or if what he'd seen at the time had been distorted by Michael back then, trying to keep him coddled up within his…well, wings in an attempt to keep the awful things happening in front of him from view. As if not seeing Sam's torture made him any less aware of it happening. In some ways, the not seeing, the not knowing, was worse.
Lucifer's image—if his sneaked looks had been accurate—gave off the opposite impression of Michael's. If Michael was the sun, then the Devil was a black and oily hole, primed and ready to suck off or destroy any of the light that wandered near.
Adam wondered if Lucifer stayed in this humanoid form lately (despite his proclaimed hatred for the species) because he hated what had become of his original form or if it would be presumptuous of him to believe he chose to look that way to ease any discomfort Adam might've once shown at his true but now contaminated, visage.
Surely, the Devil would prefer for him to be uncomfortable? No matter how well they seemed to get along, it made little sense for Lucifer to play nice with the vessel of the brother he'd set out to kill. He'd never question such things out loud, though. Or admit to his confusion regarding the…Angel? Archangel? Devil…? Oh—whatever classification he considered himself now. Adam figured as long as he wasn't getting tortured, the status quo was best kept as it was.
"I don't really have anyone to message," he replied, remembering Lucifer's question after way too long a pause.
"Not even the Winchesters? They're your family, after all." Lucifer said it with little inflection, not at all as if he was intending mockery. But Lucifer knew he hated to be reminded of his blood ties to the brothers and how little such a tie had come to mean. Sometimes, Adam thought Lucifer missed Sam, and that was why he always brought them up when they were no longer a necessary topic of conversation.
"You know, very well, I wouldn't wanna talk to them, even if I could. They already know I'm down here. What else am I gonna say to 'em? 'Hey guys, it's your brother—you know, Adam? The guy you left in Hell? Yeah, remember him? That's me.' Nope—not at all interested in having that conversation. I was speaking in hypotheticals. Like, does social media work down here? Could we actually, like… set up a Facebook page or write a blog and call it "The Hell-Cage Experience? That would probably get a lot of page views even if nobody took it seriously."
"Yeah…I didn't understand half of what you said right there, but the computer should be capable of everything it was when it was on Earth. Of course, if you order something, we're obviously not getting it. I learned that lots of humans used that machine or ones like it to acquire food."
"Yeah." Adam brushed his hand through his hair, mentally shaking his head again at the added absurdity to this already mind-breaking situation. What was his life that he was having a casual conversation about computer usage with the Devil? In literal Hell? Adam needed to get over this. He was starting to sound like a broken record.
Music suddenly started playing from the computer for the first time since the device had appeared. Although Michael's human manifestation (an almost duplicate of himself with an added Angel aura) didn't jump or display any sign of startlement, the place where his wings would be visual when displayed distorted and, for a moment, the room became slightly breezy, portraying the Angelic version of the same thing.
Adam didn't recognize the song but could admit it was catchy. What was Michael even watching? He could admit to being a little jealous that he didn't have his own computer down here to whittle the time away—If Lucifer was going to insist on ignoring the laws of reality and physics by having a working computer down here, couldn't he have at least gotten them all one? Why was Lucifer even letting Michael hoard the thing in the first place if Lucifer had it brought here for himself? No way was he about to ask, though. Not for his own computer or about whatever his Angel companion was watching.
Lucifer had no such compunctions, of course. In fact, looking at that human face, which showed his emotions maybe a little too well, Adam would say the Devil looked a little too much like the cat that had captured the canary but wanted to play more with it before he ate it. Adam was instantly suspicious.
"Sooo…what's that you're looking at, Michael?" Lucifer asked, sounding almost like he already knew and just wanted to hear the answer aloud. The whole thing made the human nervous, and he wasn't even sure why.
Adam glanced back at Michael. He didn't seem horrified, angry, or any other emotion the human might've expected if some joke or prank had been pulled on him like he had every other time Lucifer had gotten the better of him while down here. In fact, if he had to guess based on familiarity with his own facial expressions, he would say Michael looked curious.
"It appears to be a live performance of the Winchester Gospel," Michael said. As if that simple sentence alone was self-explanatory.
"A live performance of…what?" Why were the Winchesters being mentioned again? And by Michael of all people. His Archangel roommate usually agreed with Adam that it was best they weren't discussed. The topic had negative connotations for them all. It only led to bad moods and tension.
Suddenly unable to hold back his own curiosity, Adam deduced that it was safe enough to leave his claimed corner of the cage to approach. It was only Michael, after all. He'd already spent a lot of time cuddled up within his wings. He'd felt what it was like to have that being inside him: for some moments, what it was like to share all thoughts and feelings with another without walls separating their personhood. There might as well be no more boundaries left between them to break.
Once he was practically on top of Michael—trying to get a good look at the screen he'd become affixed to—the Archangel, still perfectly attuned to him and his needs from their joining, moved the computer from his lap to in front of him and bundled him into the cleared space. Now, nothing stopped him from getting a good view of the computer. He was a lot more comfortable, too.
It only took him a couple of minutes to register what he was seeing. An 'understanding' of what he'd seen didn't end up following close behind.
There on the screen, clear as day, were Sam and Dean. At least he was pretty sure it was Sam and Dean. If not, these people were dead wringers, and…. wait, no…that was their Impala. It was definitely them.
"What the fuck am I even watching right now?"
"Weren't you listening? Michael said it was a live performance of the Winchester Gospel."
Adam jumped slightly at hearing Lucifer's voice suddenly coming from behind him. He hadn't even noticed him move. He'd been too distracted by the video—whatever it was supposed to be. Michael rested his cheek on his forehead and held him tighter as if trying to offer comfort.
"Yes, I heard him," Adam answered, trying not to sound too smart or snappish (just because Lucifer had, so far, respected Michael's demand to leave him alone, that didn't mean he was going to push it by being purposefully rude) "I just don't know what you mean by Winchester Gospel. Do you mean the prophecy that said they were supposed to be your vessels for the Apocalypse? What does a…, um, TV show?—with them in it—have to do with that?"
"The Winchester Gospel isn't the prophecy, exactly. Not in the way that you're thinking, anyway. But I guess you could call it that since it was written by a prophet."
"Prophet?" That was the first he'd heard about them. Adam supposed he shouldn't be surprised that prophets were real, too, since it seemed pretty much every other imaginary thing had turned out to be.
"Prophets are humans born with the ability to read and understand God's word. The Winchester Gospel was the written version of the Winchester's story leading up to the Apocalypse. A prophet would have been able to see it himself for documentation purposes; think of a modern-age Bible with the brothers smack-dab at the center of it."
Adam tried to take in this information while being distracted by the scene of a horrified Sam screaming up at his girlfriend as she burned to death pinned to the ceiling.
Yikes.
He wasn't particularly fond of either Winchester right now, but they did get the shitty end of the stick, didn't they? The people around them, or in any way connected to them, seemed to die in rather gruesome ways.
"Wait," he said, realizing something. "If it's like a new-age Bible written by a human, does that mean it's available for anybody to read the same way the actual Bible is? And if it's about the Winchesters and the Apocalypse, we're all in it, too, right? Even me?"
"I am soooo glad you asked," Lucifer replied. It didn't escape Adam's notice that he sounded practically giddy. He moved to where Adam could see him, shooting him a wide smile (frightening) before he huddled beside them and took control of the computer.
Lucifer exited the TV show—which had continued on to another episode—with a casual, "We can watch the rest of that later," and typed something into the Google search bar. Seeming to find what he was looking for with a satisfied "ah, ha," Lucifer turned the computer back around. "See for yourself."
Adam had been briefly distracted by wondering why Michael hadn't fought for the computer when Lucifer grabbed it but focused again as soon as he processed what he was looking at.
"What on Earth? Are you fucking serious!?"
"Well, we're certainly not on Earth anymore…" Lucifer started, but Adam wasn't listening.
The website the Devil had switched to seemed to be some sorta fan-made page. The background was all black, the continuing image of pentagrams a recurring theme. There was a banner with a picture of the Impala in it and a stylized font spelling out the word 'Supernatural' over the top of it.
There appeared to be books for sale on the site with the same series title. Was this supposed to be the Winchester Gospel? These books looked like cheap drugstore romance-novel-trash… Much like the kind Adam's mother would buy and sneak into the cart and then hide under her mattress when they got home. They were one of the only splurges she made for herself. Kate Milligan never realized that her son snuck into her room when she wasn't home (often) to read those secret books. It was the closest sometimes Adam could get to porn before he'd had his own computer at home. These books couldn't be as important as the Bible: Not looking like this.
He reached out and scrolled over to an icon titled 'characters,' determined to answer his question on whether he was included in this trash.
Did he even want to be?
No, not really.
But the idea of being forgotten, not just by the people who'd claimed him as family but by the entire world, instilled a sudden existential dread.
It took scrolling through tons of names he didn't even recognize to finally find his own, and it was with a strange mixture of relief and trepidation that he clicked on it.
A page with a picture of himself and some general information popped up—which was weird enough, but he could get over it; he was most disturbed by the info section and its accuracy despite the brevity.
"Apparently, I'm only in about four episodes of this show and two books. But one of my main appearances doesn't count because it was a ghoul pretending to be me, and the other doesn't because it was Michael. That's bullshit!"
Adam wasn't even sure why he was mad. It's not like he wanted people to be able to watch his life unfold. As he continued to look through his character page, though, he couldn't help but feel robbed—or like he was being made a mockery of somehow.
"Yawn. This is getting boring now."
Lucifer took control of the computer back, and Adam let him, unsure where else to go and not sure he even wanted to see more. He had the sneaking suspicion that being bombarded with this crap had been Lucifer's intent all along and that he and Michael were just along for the ride. 'Why' Lucifer wanted to watch, read, or interact with any of this was beyond him. Maybe he just wanted to watch himself, but Adam didn't think it would be fun to watch the events of their last year or so re-enacted when it was already such a misery experiencing them.
"It'd take forever to read through these books or watch the show. I'm sure none of us want to spend all our time staring at Sam and Dean's ugly mugs, no matter how limitless it currently is. Sooo…I say we check out some of this fan content first. Music videos, fanfiction, blogs, pairings: I don't even know some of these terms, but they all sound interesting. Humans come up with some of the most depraved—"
"Fanfiction!?" Adam practically yelped, interrupting what was sure to be another 'humans suck' rant from Lucifer he wasn't quite in the mood to withstand. Adam hadn't even given a thought to fanfiction. An old friend of his had been obsessed with Star Trek to near insanity and had introduced him to the concept by forcing him to read a story they'd written using the show's characters. Adam had learned a lot about his friend that day, and he'd never been able to watch an episode of Star Trek with a clean mind again. It had made his mother's erotica seem like child's play.
"Well, that's an interesting reaction," was all Lucifer had to say. Damn it! He should've controlled himself better. Adam could already see the cursor heading towards that 'cursed' word.
"Wait! You really don't want to…see any of that…" Adam trailed off, seeing Lucifer was no longer paying attention to him. Michael's eyes were still glued to the computer, and Adam wondered if he'd glanced away from it even once since it'd appeared down here.
"So 'fanfiction' is 'fan' stories written by fans about certain characters and events. I don't see the problem here. What wouldn't I want to see?"
"Weren't you just saying, 'Humans come up with some of the most depraved—' and so on? You telling me you can't imagine what could be terrible about stories possibly written about 'our' lives?"
Adam knew he shouldn't be saying this even as it came out of his mouth. It'd be smarter to let Lucifer think the topic is dull. Maybe part of him wanted Lucifer to suffer what he'd once had to endure. Then again, the Devil had a strange sense of humor. He was just as likely to find the whole thing amusing. What the fuck did Adam know? He'd almost suspect torturing him, and Michael, with fanfiction, was actually part of his motive here if it weren't for his seemingly ignorant confusion on the topic. If Adam had learned anything, it was that Lucifer was manipulative. But he never lied.
"Depraved?" Lucifer asked with new interest, his face inching closer to the screen.
Yeah.
He wasn't faking that.
Adam resigned himself to the inevitable and braced for impact. Being a minor 'character' might be his only saving grace here.
"I wouldn't get too excited. Don't say I didn't warn you when you find something you don't like," Adam warned. Lucifer getting pissed off would benefit none of them.
"Oh, I see. So, this is where pairings come into play. I wonder…"
Adam caught Lucifer's glance at him out of the corner of his eye and the following smirk. So much for that 'saving grace'. He was clearly Lucifer's first target.
"You were so upset about not having many appearances. About being the unimportant brother—the spare—even here."
"Brother—" Michael finally chipped in again, and Adam recognized his warning tone. Lucifer sure liked to kick below the belt and, not so surprisingly, play with fire.
Adam tried to control his face enough so his scowl wasn't obvious, but had a feeling he'd failed spectacularly. He snuggled further into Michael's arms—his only comfort down here—and felt his body relax when the Angel squeezed him even tighter.
Thankfully, Lucifer only rolled his eyes and mumbled what Adam was sure was 'so sensitive' before continuing with his clicking, undeterred.
"Well, look at that! Most of the 'fanfiction' here involves you and Michael in a sexual or romantic relationship. Wow, big brother! Never thought I'd see you degrade yourself this way. Even if it's only in a piece of fiction written by humans."
Michael's posture straightened, and he could almost imagine the look of contempt he'd be sending Lucifer even with his back to him. Adam rubbed the Angel's arm, attempting to return comfort and calm.
"Not that I can blame the humans for speculating about how you two act. You're way too soft on your vessel, Michael. You might as well glue him to your side and be done with it."
"If I wanted your opinion, I'd ask for it."
Lucifer hummed and continued messing with the computer.
"Here's an interesting summary: 'Michael has a boner but doesn't know what to do with it. Adam teaches him one of the pleasures of being human.'"
Adam cringes but isn't surprised. Yeah, that was to be expected. Adam supposed it also made sense that any fan-made material would focus on him in conjunction with Michael. He was the 'character' he'd interacted with the most. He'd literally been inside him (yes, he could grasp the erotic implications).
Adam snuck a look at Michael, relieved to see he looked more confused than angry. He thought about what he wanted to say.
"You realize you've probably been paired up with everybody at least once yourself, right? You're too important. You probably had plenty of 'screen time' or 'page-time,' or whatever the fuck we're going with here."
"And why should it bother me what humans write about me?"
"Well, as you've probably gathered, most of it is porn. Here, let me see the computer for a minute?"
Lucifer arched an eyebrow at him but pushed it over. Adam was clearly being humored; he hoped he could find what he had in mind.
It was easier than it should've been to navigate the website. And it took less time than it should've to find something inflammatory.
"Look at this," Adam said, passing the computer back. Adam took a perverse amount of pleasure in the blank expression that came over Lucifer's face as he realized what he was reading. Adam might not agree with most of Lucifer's anti-human dogma. But he could get behind his belief in their depravity. The human imagination could be downright vile.
"Did you want to read the summary of that one out loud? Or maybe you'd like to check out the story itself." Adam hoped Lucifer didn't call his bluff and actually attempt to read what he'd found. Adam had no desire to hear such things and was sure Michael would find it equally traumatizing. It might even have Michael agreeing with Lucifer about humans being disgusting and all deserving to die. Now that he was thinking about it… showing Lucifer such a thing and daring to taunt him might not have been such a good idea.
"We're moving on to something else. There's nothing of value to see here," Lucifer growled. His hands were clenched, and his eyes glowed a burning red. If Lucifer had had laser vision, the computer would be a smoking, charred pile of unworkable parts.
Adam relaxed.
Lucifer was clearly pissed, but it wasn't at him.
"How about some videos, or… Oh, here's a fan song."
The look on Lucifer's face now scared Adam. More than the one he'd given the computer after reading the summary of the story that ‘must not be named or explained.'
A tune started up, and Adam frowned at the almost immediate mention of Sam and Dean. Adam wasn't sure what he was supposed to be waiting for. Lucifer was watching him with what could only be anticipation. It was clearly an Apocalypse song, and he could only assume he'd be getting a mention. It was nearing the chorus when he heard the first hint of himself: a mention of the writers forgetting someone. He just knew that had to mean him.
And then he heard the actual chorus.
"We are never ever saving Adam ever!? Really?"
Someone had written an actual song about how forgettable he was. Sam and Dean's perspective added extra sting to already painful mockery. Was this all he was to anyone who knew his story? An unremarkable, unimportant joke.
It was one thing for Lucifer to tease him: Lucifer was just being Lucifer. And this was obviously his revenge for managing to make him uncomfortable. It was a separate issue to know his fellow humans could think so little of him when he'd only ever tried his best to be respectable. When he'd been willing to give his body over to do what he'd believed to be right. When he'd only wanted to see his mother and now might never be reunited with her again.
Lucifer smiled at his reaction. But Michael, who'd always been so unnaturally attuned to his emotional state, straightened up. He flared his wings in a way that made his presence seem towering and finally put in his two cents.
"While I'm not averse to studying the Gospel—as it may have answers to our current predicament and shine a light on what has been happening among the host since I have been gone—I have to protest this obvious targeting of Adam for your sick entertainment. I've told you time again that my vessel is off limits."
"And you haven't seen me lay a finger on him. Have you?" Lucifer sneered. Adam wondered if this would escalate into another 'bitch-fight-argument.' (Man, was he glad Michael wasn't currently paying attention to his thoughts.) Experiencing more of this Winchester-based crap didn't appeal to him in the slightest: Not with how he'd been depicted. He wasn't much in the mood for listening to them go back and forth, either, for however long they'd decide to have a go.
"Can't we just decide on something that won't make any of us angry? Maybe get started on that learning Michael mentioned. Because he had a point, you know? There's a good chance we could learn about what's been happening while we've been down here. It hardly benefits us to be uninformed."
Some of Michael's tenseness relaxed, and a slight breeze from his wings told Adam they'd also been put away. Adam turned to look at Lucifer again.
"We could get info on what's been happening in Hell too." Adam's careful not to say what he's actually thinking: that Lucifer could see Sam again and learn how he's doing. Lucifer's obsession was one best not spoken of; he'd deny it anyway.
Both Angels agreed with Adam with only a little grumbling and a couple murmured insults from Lucifer that Adam pretended not to hear. Lucifer was just upset they'd managed to ruin his fun.
Now that they had a plan, they just needed to put it into motion. Adam reached towards the computer again slowly, wondering if Lucifer would put up a fight about handing it over, but he shoved it at him instantly. Adam guessed Lucifer didn't want to have to put in the work if he couldn't fuck with them anymore. Adam wasn't about to complain.
Adam settled the computer into a position far enough from him so Lucifer could still see the screen. It'd been paused on the YouTube video for the song he'd been so hurt by. With a quick type of 'Supernatural mvs' in the search bar, it directed him to other options. Lots of options! Man, this show was popular. He hardly knew where to start.
Adam clicked on a couple random vids but got nothing out of them beyond further confirmation of Sam and Dean's life sucking, their codependent relationship, and the strange homoerotic tension between Castiel and Dean which the fans not only noticed but seemingly loved.
"Well, those weren't very helpful. Why don't we look up some videos focusing on the Angels."
Adam did so, and this time hit paydirt. These videos focused a lot more on the Angels and what they'd been up to. Some of it was hard for him to follow without the context, but he was focusing on trying to absorb everything until—
"You killed Gabriel?" Michael didn't yell, but his voice seemed to boom and almost shake the cage from being so powerful. The grip Michael still had around him was equally strong. Adam was grateful he couldn't actually die down here. And that he didn't need to breathe. Otherwise, the hold would have already suffocated him. Adam tried to pay attention to what Michael was actually saying.
Gabriel?
Right, Gabriel.
Apparently, Lucifer had killed him.
The video was still going, but nobody was paying it any mind. He reached a hand out to pause it, trying not to attract the attention of either of them. Michael was angrier than Adam had ever seen him. Adam trusted Michael to not want to hurt him, but that didn't mean he couldn't end up collateral damage. His ribs could attest to that.
Would this be the inciting incident? The thing to finally turn them to violence? Adam supposed Lucifer's response might be the determining factor.
Lucifer looked surprised. Adam wondered if he'd forgotten that he'd killed Gabriel or if he simply assumed nobody would ever find out.
"It wasn't Gabriel's place to interfere. He helped Sam and Dean get away, kept waving his Angel Blade around in my face, and seemed very protective of the humans, above all else. He'd clearly been down on Earth too long and became too accustomed to their ways. What else would you have had me do?"
"Maybe not kill your brother. You were always Gabriel's favorite: The only one to enjoy his pranks. The only one who could understand his jokes. You taught him to fly. Even during our fights, he never once took sides. He had to know you were in the wrong, but his love and worship for you prevented him from ever truly standing against you. Were you truly incapable of subduing him long enough for you to get away? You couldn't appeal to him… or talk him down—someone who once loved you that much?"
Lucifer, for once, appeared lost for words. (Talk about family drama. And he thought his issues with his own were bad.) Adam suddenly had a lot of questions he'd never thought to ask: What happened to an Angel when they died? Did they stop existing? Did they have their own afterlife? Was it better than here? He supposed it had to be.
There was still no answer from Lucifer. Adam knew better than to dare ask any of his questions now. His mouth would stay firmly shut while letting them sort this out. No way was he getting in the middle of this.
"Your silence might as well be an admission of guilt." Michael was trying his best to sound all-commanding and unemotional. The bond between him and Adam that let Michael perceive what he was feeling, however, worked both ways. Right now, he was feeling a grief Adam hadn't yet felt from him before. Not even their fall into the cage had elicited such an emotional response; he'd mostly just been angry then.
"Like you're squeaky clean being Dad's loyal soldier. You'd have killed him yourself if it'd been an order from God. Just like you threw me down here on his orders. You're the last person who'd have any right to lecture me on betrayal: on family loyalty." Lucifer sneered again as he practically spat the words.
Michael glowered and shot right back: "Your actions led to me striking you down—not just God. If you'd just listened—"
"—Here we go again: 'If you'd only just listened and followed orders like every other Angel, we wouldn't be in this situation right now. If you'd only just listened and been a good puppet soldier, none of this would've happened,'" Lucifer mocked with a roll of his eyes. "Don't take any accountability for your own mistakes. The 'Great and Powerful Archangel Michael' doesn't make mistakes. He's just Daddy's perfect boy. Well, it doesn't seem like he's coming down here to rescue you, does it? God has abandoned you too! Despite your enduring loyalty and stupidity."
"Faith is not stupid," Michael retorted. "And must you insist on talking poorly of our father?"
"He's the reason we're both down here, Mikey. The reason we're all down here. Apparently, he doesn't care about your vessel, either—despite insisting we prioritize these humans above all else. What excuse can you even give for that, huh? Are we meant to believe that he just… what? Didn't notice our Apocalypse: Didn't notice one of his Archangels dying and another falling into the cage? 'He who supposedly sees all'? What's more likely? That he hasn't realized or doesn't care? About any of us."
Adam didn't much appreciate being brought up in this conversation, especially when said conversation was a reminder that nobody seemed to care that he was here (aka: In Hell). Secretly, though, while he'd never tell Michael, he agreed somewhat with Lucifer; God didn't seem invested in any of them. One of the things that had brought him closer to Michael—that had made him sympathetic—had been his…well, 'toxic' relationship with his father. Even easier to empathize with was Lucifer's hatred towards that same father due to a disillusionment Michael had yet to overcome.
"We're down here to pay penance," Michael shot back in defense. "Father is hardly going to reward failure."
"Well, he certainly doesn't reward loyalty. What's your human paying penance for? What did he theoretically do wrong in this scenario? He was just doing what he thought was right, wasn't he? Doing what you and the other Angels told him to?"
Michael seemed to struggle with this, and Adam tried peaking up at him to see if he could catch his expression. Adam was curious what excuse he'd come up with for this one, if any; he wouldn't even be mad at the insinuation that Adam could've done something deserving of spending an eternity down here when he'd managed to make it into Heaven before.
Michael's arms clenched around him again, but softer this time and without the anger. Adam didn't manage to get anything from his expression (Adam admitted to stupidity in hindsight; Michael's face was hardly a display of emotion, and there was no reason for this time to be any different), but Michael let out an almost audible sigh. His Archangel's emotions, unlike the rest of him, were anything but tame. Adam could feel the conflict and confusion as strongly as if they were his own.
Lucifer seemed to grasp from Michael's sudden silence that he'd scored his first point in this back-and-forth because he smirked, suddenly confident from this small but important victory. At any other time, Adam might have been amused and grateful that Lucifer was getting through to Michael on the whole 'God issue.' Right now, though, Lucifer trying to use this to distract from him having killed their brother and then throwing Adam into the argument made Adam furious.
'Screw it,' Adam thought, 'I'm done shutting up.'
"Look, obviously, none of us are having the time of our lives down here, but it doesn't really do to dwell on the whys and hows. We have to make the best of our situation while still being ready to take any chances that turn up to get out of here. This, right here—" Adam shook the laptop to remind them both that it was there. "—this is the closest we've gotten; the only information we have available."
Lucifer stared at him. He could sense he had Michael's attention as well.
"Michael's got a right to be mad. His brother's dead, and he's only just found out. Lucifer, you have a right to be mad too. About being stuck here again, I mean. But that doesn't mean you have to take it out on Michael since it wasn't even his fault this time. You told me, yourself, that fighting down here's pointless, so maybe stop trying to instigate one." Adam glared at Lucifer, trying to look braver than he actually felt. "And stop using me to antagonize Michael. It's hardly very creative of you."
"Your vessel's got bite, Michael. Real Winchester trait."
"Milligan," Adam corrected in further irritation. "Can we please just—" Adam shook the computer again in frustration. "We were really getting somewhere. Do you two wanna keep fighting about something neither of you can do anything about, or do you want to get educated? Cause I'm telling you, right now, if it turns out there was some way outta here we didn't know about that this did and we miss it, I'll find a way to make the both of you regret it…" Adam took another look at the both of them as they stared at him—Lucifer with an arched brow and Michael curiously—and felt his temporary bravery abandon him.
"…somehow," he muttered in a much weaker, lower voice.
For some reason, his outburst seemed to kick the two of them into gear. Michael suddenly arranged the laptop and the both of them so he had better access to the controls while still having a firm grip on him. Adam wondered if it was a good idea for Michael to be in charge—given his previous immersion (more like obsession) with said computer—but Adam figured he'd already said his piece. For now, he just wanted to feel like he was accomplishing something.
Neither Lucifer nor Michael apologized, but Adam assumed by their behavior that it was implied. Lucifer, at least, would never lower himself enough to do so—and Adam knew Michael would never do it in front of Lucifer, who'd no doubt use it as an excuse for further mockery.
Sometimes, seeing the devastation that was their relationship made him happy about never being able to build anything real with his own brothers. If having siblings caused one this much pain and drama, maybe he was better off without them.
Michael continued with the video route since they'd already proven useful. (And Adam's heart did ache for Michael about the Gabriel situation. Of all the stories Michael had told Adam of Heaven, the ones involving the trickster Angel had been his favorite.)
These videos involved more Angel drama: Drama that Adam still lacked some context to entirely understand. He could tell it was bad, though. And not just from the tenseness and feelings Michael was projecting from their bond.
"Raphael is dead too," was Michael's next despondent comment. The hurt practically emanated from him at this point—a dark rolling cloud of misery over his usual sunny brightness.
"Well, you can hardly blame me for that one. I think Castiel might have single-handedly done more damage in these videos than I managed during our entire apocalypse escapade. I'd be in awe if it weren't so insulting." Lucifer certainly didn't look amused.
"Much as I hate to agree with you, there is something seriously wrong with that Angel. He seems incapable of following orders or respecting authority. There's no need to make light of our prophesized battle by referring to it as an escapade, though, Lucifer."
"Sure. Disrespect of authority. That's the problem." Lucifer's eyes rolled back so far in his head that Adam feared they'd get stuck that way. His sarcasm was so thick Adam could drown in it.
The videos kept going and kept getting progressively worse.
"At this point, the question we should be asking is if there are any angels left. Also…what's so special about Castiel that his death never seems to stick."
Neither Michael nor Lucifer appeared to like the implications. They both had to know the most likely reason for Castiel's constant revivals was God's favor. How Castiel could have earned said favor without trying when even Lucifer and Michael's fanatical bids to garner attention had resulted in radio silence, Adam didn't know. It just left the increasing impression of God being that crappy, absentee father Lucifer had painted him as, whether Michael was able to admit to it yet or not.
Purgatory, Soulless Sam, The Trials, The Angels Falling, The Mark of Cain, The Darkness: The hits never stopped. And…wait, was that supposed to be God? The guy writing the Winchester gospel and pretending to be a Prophet? What? When Michael and Lucifer said nothing, Adam decided to do the same. They either hadn't reached the same conclusion (noticed) or didn't want to discuss it and were ignoring it. Adam could get behind that.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this—feel free to slap me if I'm being ridiculous, 'cause I'm probably way out of line here—but…do you think maybe…we might actually be safer down here? Everyone up there seems to be cursed or something."
Apropos of nothing, without the slightest warning, Lucifer disappeared.
Adam stared at the now empty space. Gone. Just like that. Adam tensed and grasped onto Michael's arm around him, worried he or Michael might be next. Michael held on just as tight, also wary. Only after a few minutes of neither of them going anywhere did he lower his guard.
"Was it something I said?" Adam asked, suddenly feeling the need to whisper. "Did I jinx it?"
"Of course not. Lucifer must have been summoned."
"Who would or could summon Lucifer out of the cage?" He asked, then almost knocked himself out from the force of his own palm meeting face at his stupidity.
"Winchesters," both Adam and Michael ended up saying simultaneously.
"But why?" Adam asked.
"They must need an Archangel for something." And, boy, was Michael mad; the increased thunder and lightning noises from outside the cage evidence (representation) of his vast displeasure.
"They needed an Archangel, and they chose Lucifer?" That was dubious. Lucifer might help—especially if Sam was doing the asking—but he'd hardly do it for free. God knows what other mischief he'd get into while up there.
Given how they'd just been talking about a curse, there was also a good chance Lucifer would be killed. Adam felt weird thinking about it. Lucifer drove him crazy, and he was hardly a pinnacle of moral righteousness. But Adam would miss him. Adam had gotten used to thinking of Michael and Lucifer as his eternal companions. Now, one of them was gone. He couldn't help but grip Michael harder again, still slightly scared that he'd vanish, too, and Adam would be alone. That would be the end of his sanity right then.
"If the darkness destroyed the world…or whatever it is she does, would it affect us, too? Could Lucifer even defeat it?"
"Everything would be affected. The last time the darkness had to be shut away, it took the combined power of God and all four of his Archangels. Even then, it was still difficult and resulted in grievous injuries. I don't see how it could be accomplished unless God has returned to fight and decides to bring us all back."
Michael didn't even look hopeful while saying it, proof this new information and situation had him out of sorts. Adam just had to hope that if Michael was summoned, Adam would be taken as well. The Angel would still need a vessel, after all. Adam doubted Dean had suddenly changed his views on possession. Adam could also admit to jealousy at the idea of Dean taking his place in this instance. Dean hadn't wanted to be Michael's vessel, but Adam had been filling that role for so long now he no longer knew any other way to be.
"So what are we supposed to do now?"
"There's nothing we can do," Michael admitted reluctantly. Adam knew Michael hated feeling helpless and not being able to do anything. Michael hadn't known a day of idleness until he found himself here. Adam had promised himself if they ever escaped, he'd insist on a vacation. They both deserved one, and there were so many places Adam had never gotten to see while alive that he thought Michael might get some pleasure from now.
"We should be on our guard, though, I'm guessing?"
Michael nodded against his back.
For a moment, Adam wanted to say, 'screw this,' and hide again in his angel companion's wings as he had so long ago. To forget everything and make that feathery embrace his entire world. It was strange, almost, how that seemed like a simpler time. It certainly hadn't seemed simple at the time.
"You just wanna watch some more of this Supernatural crap? It won't take our mind off anything, but I'm sure there's still much to learn. Why don't we look up some videos about ourselves? I'm sure we must have at least a few. Oh, and your brothers! We could find some about them too. See what they'd been up to before…well, just before. I hope this computer doesn't run out of power. Now that I'm thinking about it, it already should've run out if it was going to. You'd been messing with it for days before we'd even commented. I'm not even going to ask what had you so engrossed." Adam knew he was babbling but also knew Michael wouldn't mind. He'd told Adam before that he liked knowing what Adam was thinking but had difficulty figuring it out.
Adam rearranged himself again until he was comfy and brought YouTube back up. He was determined not to think about their imminent demise, the possibility of Michael disappearing, Lucifer being dead, or the Winchesters (despite them being prominent in everything and, therefore, impossible to ignore).
No.
None of those things existed right now. Adam and Michael were watching fiction. Pieces of a TV show. It had nothing to do with their lives at all. If he thought of it that way…maybe it would make these viewings easier to bear? Put less of a strain on his heart and his mind.
Adam took a deep breath, ready to start the next set of videos.
"You ready?" He asked Michael.
"It's only pragmatic to learn all we can. You said something similar yourself."
"Okay, what have I said about using my own words against me?"
"To not do so. Though I'm slightly confused about whose I should be using if not yours."
Adam sighed and shook his head.
Angels.
Hopeless.
All of them.
"Let's just get watching."
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Okay, I am 100% in love with the 'Sam Winchester Reads Supernatural Fanfiction,' trope. But I've never seen it with Midam.
So, hear me out. Sam reads fanfic about them, guilty about it or smth. Each chapter shows Michael and Adam’s developing life and relationship in the cage, and Sam finds it absolutely blasphemous when the fic heavily implies that they each have 'unrequited' feelings for one another, but he reads anyway.
Then Michael and Adam return. And they tell them what happened and... it's starting to sound really familiar....
#carver edlund writes 'fanfic'#carver edlund#supernatural#supernatural fic#midam#adam milligan#michael milligan#michael spn#spn michael#sam winchester#sam winchester reads fanfic#midam fanfiction#supernatural fic idea#supernatural idea
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"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.
#spn#supernatural#adam milligan#micheal spn#midam#<3#midam spn#sillyposting#ilovethem#spn headcanon#midam fic#spn fanfic#midam fanfic
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Thinking about Adam Milligan
specially thinking about the episode "Lebanon" where John Winchester is brought to the present from 2003. Because like it's insane John never asked about Adam (who is still rotting in hell at this point in the series) but like how insane is it?
So Adam was born 1990, so John knows 13 year old Adam, but how close are they? I'll admit, I didn't remember a lot of Adams early life since it was all the way back in season 5 so i checked out the wiki and
SO THEY HAD JUST STARTING GETTING CLOSE AND ADAM SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE FIRST THING ON JOHNS MIND THEY LITTERALLY JUST MET.
Anyway back to my propaganda on how Michael is litterally the only one in the series who cares for Adam and Adam is the only one who understand Michael
#im adding this info to my fic the people HAVE to know#that episode was insane but this is even worse#adam milligan#michael spn#midam spn
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I don’t think people understand how BIG of a deal it is that Michael wanted to stay with Adam after everything. Adam is a nobody! Some side character Chuck made so the story could continue. And Michael is the literally the viceroy of Heaven, a warrior, he led all of heaven into battle. Yet they’re so comfortable with eachother.
I could go on for hours about how long Michael and Adam actually were together in the cage, since time works differently in Hell. It would be at least 1200 years if not more. They kept saying 10 years, and you know that’s definitely not the case. 1200 years is barely anything to Michael, he’s lived for all of existence, yet Adam comes along and he all of that changes. Just compare his body language with S5 Michael and S15.
Also- back to the cage Michael and Adam had to sit there and watch as Sam and eventually Lucifer we’re both rescued before them. (That’s a whole other story)
Plus you can’t tell me that Michael and Adam wouldn’t of talked about what they’d want to do if they ever escaped the cage before S15. The entire diner scene was just so we the audience were familiar with them again. Especially after Adam asks Michael if he was going to return to heaven. If he was, he would’ve already left, they both knew the answer but after everything Adam was probably scared Michael would leave him.
Trying to figure out a way to type all of this out is a pain cause whenever I try and form actually words about them it comes out all jumbled but yeah im obsessed with these two.
Also im proud to say i totally run Midam tiktok. I get tons of comments from non-spn fans being totally confused on why the look the same 24/7 and it’s hilarious.
#i hate my brain#but i love it#my standards are way too high cause I’ll never find someone who would ditch heaven for me </3#they’re so in love#cage fics r my comfort#spn#supernatural#adam milligan#midam#michael spn#midam spn#adam and michael#1200 years is nothing to Michael yet this lil human makes him head over heels
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I'm writing a supernatural fix it fic in my notes app and when i get done would anyone be interested in me posting it on here?
#supernatural#dean winchester#castiel winchester#sam winchester#jack winchester#claire novak#jody mills#donna hanscum#alex turner#adam milligan#michael supernatural#supernatural gabriel#charlie bradbury#destiel#sabriel#midam spn#dreamwalker#jody x donna#Charlie Bradbury x ofc#fluff#a little angst#implied smut#doesn't follow canon#fuck canon#supernatural fix if fic#shitty writing#ooc characters
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I have a midam drabble? 🥺 for midam appreciation week? Figured I’ve written enough about samifer post-cage wing grooming and not enough about midam doing the same.
Michael’s wings are silver under the Cage’s collected ash, which Adam spends more than a washing off. What’s left are weak wings and brittle feathers that still shine, all the pressure from the depths of Hell making him even more beautiful.
It’s a first step, not a full recovery.
Adam presses his face into Michael’s wing. It still smells like sulfur, chafes the wrong way against Adam’s cheek, twitches like it’s expecting an attack.
He doesn’t pull away, kissing the wing. He loves Michael and all that he carries with him. After all, Adam is one of those things, too.
#Midamap2023#for the day 1 prompt: silver#I have a real fic for day 3 and id feel awkward just posting it and nothing else but I also don’t have the energy or time for making more#things with kink/whumptober around the corner. so. drabbles.#spn#midam#michael spn#adam milligan#fic: spn#fic: midam#fic: michael spn#fic: drabble#fic: adam milligan#fic: winged!michael#fanfiction
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i have so many bookmarked midam fics its insane. i dont know if i've read all of the midam fics on ao3, but i've def read a very large majority of them
just a few of my absolute favorites are below the cut. none of them are rated E, but if anyone is interested in some of those, shoot me an ask and let me know
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Gen, 3,693 words, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1/1 chapters
bound to the marrow of how it feels by paradisecas
Summary:
Ask any kid what their superpower would be, nine times out of ten the answer will be flying. Adam, son of a nurse and a bit of a goody-two-shoes, was always the odd one out choosing the noble imaginary superpower of healing people.
If Adam could go back in time—and technically, he could—he’d change his answer. Not to flying, and not from healing; he knows now that he can have it all.
He’d like to kneel down in front of baby-Adam and say, hey kid, someday you’re going to have everything anyone could ever want at your fingertips, and you’ll be sharing it with the love of your life. You’ll fly straight through the atmosphere and fix broken bones with a snap of your fingers and sit invisible in the corner of a room you’re not allowed in. You’ll eat until you can’t anymore and still have room for seconds. You’ll be able to pick up a car to save a baby, if that situation ever arises, and it won’t even be adrenaline that does it.
He wants to say, no matter what nightmares come your way, something good is waiting for you too. You’ll share your body with someone who loves you. You won’t ever be alone again. You’ll always be warm.
Tags:
Michael/Adam Milligan, Michael (Supernatural), Adam Milligan, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Lucifer's Cage (Supernatural), Post-Canon, Michael Possessing Adam Milligan, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, michael dies but he gets better tho
hook and eye series by thishazeleyeddemon
Series rating of Mature, 19,945 words, No Archive Warnings Apply, 2 fics (2/2 and 1/1 respectively)
Tags:
Michael/Adam Milligan, Michael (Supernatural), Adam Milligan, Sam Winchester, The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural), Witch Adam Milligan, Episode Fix-It: s15e19 Inherit the Earth, Post-Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth, Grief/Mourning, Bitterness, Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Break Up, would you all like to hear about Michael essentially getting his ex to get back together with him, of course you would, Emotional Manipulation, Self-Esteem Issues, Adam Milligan is Not Forgotten, Adam Milligan is So Done, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Adam is such a bitter bitch in this one, it's okay y'all they'll get through it, I just was like Adam can have a little Being Mean and Unreasonable. As a treat, Men of Letters (Supernatural), more tags for Part 2!!, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Gaslighting, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, THE PROMISED. HAPPY ENDING., I REWROTE THIS SO MUCH I AM GOING TO BED, prays the rewriting paid off, Michael Steals From The Rich, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Angelic Grace Kink (Supernatural,) arguably - Freeform, Body Horror, although Adam would gut you for saying such things about Michael, obviously Michael is beautiful and perfect no matter how many eyes, Consensual Possession, Making Out smidgeon of angst. just a spicy dollop, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, by virtue of being a hook and eye-verse fic
Summary of the First Fic:
you fit into me
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
- Margaret Atwood
Michael succumbed to his Father's manipulations. He never wanted to destroy the Earth, but it was so hard, so hard, to find the words to fight back against his father when he was all alone. He never wanted to do that. He never wanted to leave Adam.
Adam doesn't know that.
Two Weddings and an Engagement by lumpy_space_princess
Teen, 7,812 words, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1/1
Tags:
Michael/Adam Milligan, Gabriel/Eileen Leahy/Rowena MacLeod/Sam Winchester, Michael (Supernatural), Adam Milligan, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Eileen Leahy, Rowena MacLeod, Kevin Tran, Charlie Bradbury, Claire Novak, Kaia Nieves, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Post-Canon Fix-It, Minor Castiel/Dean Winchester, Midam at the Destiel wedding, Midam at the Saileen wedding, Everybody Lives, This is crack so don't think too hard about it, Adam & Kevin & Charlie & Claire & Kaia Michael & Gabriel - Freeform, Fluff and Angst, Didn't Know They Were Dating, Seriously everybody knows it but them, The Love Is Requited They're Just Idiots, They work it out in the end though
Summary:
Adam massages fingers over his temples, and tries not to look morose. "Listen. You're not exactly telling me anything I haven't told myself. But there's just - there's baggage there, ok? It's been hard to look at the future when we've barely gotten used to having a present again." He huffs. "Anyway, I don't think he'd even want that. He's an-"
"-an archangel, yeah, you've said. It was crap the last time you said it, too." Kevin props himself on his elbows, gazing intently at Adam. "How will you know if you don't try? How is it fair to him, that you just decide what he feels without asking him about it?"
Charlie nods. "Would you want him to treat you that way? It's obviously weighing on you. How would you feel, if he was keeping something this important from you?"
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Or: Michael and Adam, bless their hearts, are mutually in love. Strangely, they're the only ones who can't seem to see it.
the past is made of stardust (the future's shifting sand) by Anonymous
Teen, 30,461 words, Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1/1
Tags:
Michael/Adam Milligan, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Castiel/Dean Winchester, Adam Milligan, Michael (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), The Empty | The Shadow (Supernatural), Lucifer's Cage (Supernatural), Post-Lucifer's Cage (Supernatural), Post-Episode: s15e08 Our Father Who Aren't in Heaven, Post-Episode: s15e19 Inherit the Earth, Non-Chronological Fix-It, Post-Canon Fix-It, The Empty (Supernatural), Adam Milligan Saves Michael from the Empty, Michael Possessing Adam Milligan, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Angst with a Happy Ending, Established Relationship, Kinda Fluff, Temporary Character Death, i am going to rewrite this. i mean it.
Summary:
Adam knocked on the door and waited. And waited. And waited. He knocked again, and then it opened to Sam brandishing a gun, Dean behind him with a knife and a bottle of whiskey. When they saw him, they didn’t relax, but they didn’t attack either.
“Adam?” Sam asked, hesitantly. “Or… Michael?”
Adam knew he had to look ridiculous. Before, they’d seen him while he still had an archangel maintaining his body, but after the last day and a half? He was sweaty and sunburnt and dehydrated and he could almost feel the bags under his eyes. But another gift of the Cage was losing the ability to give a fuck what he looked like.
“Michael isn't home right now,” Adam said. “And I’d like to know why.”
Mirror Of Change by QuicksilverCastiel
Teen, 2,127 words, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1/1
Tags:
Michael/Adam Milligan, Serafina (Supernatural), Michael (Supernatural), Adam Milligan, Raphael (Supernatural), Serafina is going through it, Or at least she's bluescreening on account of Michael's heart-eyes at Adam, Also Heaven ecology yay!, they/them pronouns for Raphael
Summary:
When all is said and done, God defeated and the world righted again, Serafina takes on her biggest challenge yet: Going back to Heaven.
Not to stay, but to see if the rumour of it 'changing' have any truth to it.
Turn out, at least some archangels have definitely changed. And it may be because of another Adam.
your mother's son by darkmillennium
Teen, 10,633 words, No Archive Warnings Apply, 1/1
Tags:
Michael/Adam Milligan, Michael & Adam Milligan, Michael (Supernatural), Adam Milligan, Alternate Michael's Grace-Enhanced Monsters, POV Adam Milligan, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Fluff and Humor, Post-Episode: s15e08 Our Father Who Aren't in Heaven, Michael Possessing Adam Milligan, Adam Milligan is So Done, Developing Relationship, Romantic Tension, listen they're in love with each other we've all seen it, this is just 10k words of michael and adam living life, Enochian-Speaking Adam Milligan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Summary:
Adam wants a normal life. He really does. He wants, at least, as close to a normal life as he can get after spending ten years—a thousand years—in the Cage. And he’s got it, mostly. He’s got an apartment and a job and a closet full of clothes that aren’t the clothes he went to Hell in. He thinks he’s been managing pretty great, all things considered.
But one day, Michael warns him that he’s sensed a pack of werewolves move into the area, and then people start dropping dead with their hearts ripped out, and..
Life isn't going to be as relaxed as he'd like it to be, is it?
#these fics changed my brain#this is not all of the fics i have but they are some of my favs#midam#adam milligan#adam milligan x michael#michael spn#spn#supernatural#ao3#fic recs#midam fic recs#hex posts
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anyway . so the fic is going well
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Never Been Kissed
Pairing: Adam Milligan/GN!Reader
Plot: This is another re-write of an old fic of mine. Canon divergent, where Adam never went to the cage, and instead joined his brothers in the family business. Per Dean’s advice, the reader asks Adam for help with something.
Rating: General
Words: 1086
Please remember: Not to stress about dumb shit.
You look up from the book you've been too distracted to read, and your eyes settle on Adam. He’s sitting at the motel's minuscule excuse for a dining table, flicking through his own book, and occasionally jotting down notes.
Your mind was reluctantly, but firmly set on Dean's suggestion. 'Suggestion' probably wasn't the correct term, more like a joke. A few weeks ago, you'd let it slip to him that you'd never been kissed, and ever since the teasing has been relentless. You'd begged him not to tell anyone, and he'd kept his word, but you paid the price dearly in whispered jibes or whenever you were alone together. Before leaving to pick up food with Sam, he'd jokingly suggested that you ask Adam to teach you how to kiss. Followed by planting a sloppy one right on your cheek. It had earned some questionable glances from his brothers, but thankfully nobody had questioned it.
Now you sat on the bed, unable to keep your mind or eyes off the man you were considering asking for help.
Admittedly, you had more than a bit of a crush on him. He was handsome, and smart, and always knew how to make you laugh. You were confident he wouldn't intentionally make you feel bad for asking. However, the thought of asking, or worse, the idea of being rejected made you want to crawl under a rock.
"Why don't you take a picture." The sound of his voice veered you from your train of thought. The cheeky smile he gave you immediately made your face heat up. You shuffled back on the bed and attempted to hide behind your book, silently cursing yourself for being caught staring.
"Sorry." Was all you could manage in response.
Adam laughed at your response. You watched from the corner of your eye as he stood and crossed the room, stretching as he did so. The weight of his body settling on the end of the bed made the mattress bounce, but you refused to look up at him.
"Hey." He flicked the side of your foot, trying to garner your attention. "What's up with you? You're acting weird."
"Nothing." You mumble, still refusing to look at him again, too embarrassed by what you'd been thinking.
"Come on." He continues to nudge your foot. "Talk to me, tell me what's wrong."
You finally let your book fall into your lap and look up at him, biting your lips as you consider whether or not to come clean. When he raises his eyebrows at you, urging you to talk you decide to take the leap.
"Okay, fine. If I ask you to help me with something, which you can totally say no to by the way, will you promise not to laugh? Or be mean?" The words spill out.
Adam's brows furrow at you, and you can tell he's holding back an amused smile as he responds. "I promise… to try."
You force yourself to maintain eye contact as you continue.
"Can you… Would you teach me how to…" You trail off, too embarrassed to finish.
"How to what?" He climbs over the array of research scattered across the bed and sits beside you, leaning back against the headboard. You suck in a breath as you feel his shoulder brush against yours. "I can't help if you don't tell me what it is."
You force down the urge to cringe at the words you're about to say, closing your eyes as you brace yourself before blurting; "Canyouteachmehowtokiss… please?"
The room falls silent, a part of you expects him to laugh at you or crack some kind of joke like his brother had done, but nothing. Hesitantly you open your eyes and sneak a quick look at him.
His face is black, besides the twinge of confusion in his eyes.
"You've never kissed anyone before?" He asks as you shake your head in reply. "Ever?"
"No. Never." You frown, his lack of an immediate answer is making you self-conscious. You start to pull your knees up towards your chest, but he stops you, resting a hand on your thigh and guiding your legs back down.
"Well, I could teach you." He begins, bringing his hand back up to rest under your chin, turning your head to face him completely. He leans in closer as he explains, and your breath hitches. "But it's kind of something that just comes naturally."
You copy him when he parts his lips and closes his eyes. A moment later you feel his warm lips press against yours. To your own surprise, you're the one who deepens the kiss by leaning in closer, pressing your lips onto his harder. You shiver when he reaches behind your ear, scratching his nails gently against your scalp.
Adam pulls away briefly, lips ghosting against yours as he speaks. "Open your mouth, just a bit."
You do as instructed, and Adam traces his tongue across your bottom lip before delving into your mouth. Impulsively, you grab onto his shoulders, pulling him closer. When his tongue moves against yours you imitate the motion, flicking your tongue against his and enjoying the lingering taste of cola. At the same you drop a hand from his shoulder, rubbing it against his chest. Your stomach flips as you feel his lips curl into a smile.
The sound of a key in the door startles you both, and you shoot away from each other, aware that it will be Sam and Dean returning with food. You bury your head back in your book and Adam strides quickly back to his spot at the table, immediately pretending to scrawl something down.
"Food." Dean announces as he comes through the door, dumping the greasy brown bag of junk food on the table in front of Adam. Sam follows close behind, heading straight for his laptop and taking the only other chair.
"Great, I'm starving." Adam states, immediately grabbing the bag and rummaging through it.
You join the boys at the already crowded table. You attempt to reach over Adam to search for your own food, but he swats you away. Before you can complain he hands you your container, and you clock the folded piece of paper underneath it.
Sheepishly, you sneak a peek at the contents as you head back to your spot on the bed. The words "We should do that again (;" are jotted on it. You smile to yourself, slipping it into your pocket before sitting down and digging in.
Thank you for your time
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#adam milligan x reader#adam milligan#supernatural#supernatural fic#supernatural imagine#supernatural reader insert#adam milligan/reader#gilverrwrites
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I NEED someone to make an au where Adam Milligan is the original (biblical) Adam and Michael falls for him so he starts visiting him and Adam falls for Michael instead of Eve. Then they start dating in secret because they don’t want Chuck to get mad and then one day they’re caught fucking or something by Eve and she just sorta becomes their wingwoman and helps them keep it a secret from Chuck. (Also Chuck catches them and something happens your choice)
Also guys if you write this fic or have found a fic like this tell me in the comments
#supernatural#adam spn#adam supernatural#adam milligan#michael spn#spn#midam spn#midam#midamiscanonstfu#fic ideas#archangel michael#michael supernatural#michael x adam#adam and michael spn#adam and eve#chuck shurley#chuck spn
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