I couldn't help but think about a toddler!Adam with Michael... My mind is officially a fluff field!
It had been Michael who had showed up first. He carried with him a bundle of blonde toddler who looked oddly familiar in a smaller version of one of Sam's plaid shirt. The dark blonde took one look at them and if Michael were a human he would have started choking for breath. He laid a calming hand on the child's back and he melted once again into his grip. Tiny arms still wrapped around his neck.
Dean all but glared at the Archangel whilst pointing the nearest weapon he could get his hands onto at him. Michael's eyes narrowed at the sight and with a wave of his hand, despite Dean's initial demands for him to not do anything, made the weapon disappear in an instant.
"Honestly, Winchester, you would point a weapon at a mere child. I'm sad to say I'm not as surprised as I'd like to be"
Dean all but growled in response and completely ignored the hand Sam was laying on his shoulder and his quite rushed pleads for him to stop. How in the flying Heck was this bitch out of the cage. Michael ignored them both in favor for looking down at the dark blonde he was carrying.
"You know, when Dean Winchester was born there was praise and singing and joyousness. But when the spare, the bastard son to be as the back up to the true vessel, was born there was nothing. He was nothing but a back up, a replacement."
Dean didn't know who the hell, ok he had a pretty good idea actually, but there was no way the kid Michael was holding was Adam. Their Adam. The Adam who had been trapped in the cage for as long as he could remember now that he actually thought about it all because of the mistakes he made.
"But, but one noticed him. One took time out to actually see him and imagine their surprise when the child could see him back. There was something different about the child that was only to be seen as a spare, he could actually see the one he was supposed to be a spare vessel to."
Michael cradled the child in the crock of his arm and looked down at him with, love? Compassion?
"The two started seeing each other more then once in a blue moon. The child would talk to him, play, color, sleep when told. The little child had nobody. His mother would work long tiring hours to pay for food and the small house they lived in. When she was home she was sleeping and the young child was left to play with himself, feed himself most nights, tuck himself in. All because he was the one that fell into the background"
"I-Is that Adam?"
Michael stopped his little story and for the first time upon arriving looked up at Sam, and Dean. They, or Sam, glanced between the tiny tot and the archangel cradling him. Michael nodded his head and looked back down at him. Not seeming to notice the smile that littered to his lips when Adam would mumble in his sleep.
"How is he? Wasn't he 18 or something?"
"I don't know. When I had finally woken up in the cemetery, Lucifer had been gone leaving a large scuff in the ground where he had slid. Adam was like this when I found him. Small, young, tired."
The small blonde mumbled again and cuddled in closer to the archangel as he shivered.
"Mikey I cold"
Michael, and Sam?, smiled slightly at the small squeaky voice as it whined about the coldness. Sam tossed him a blanket and they both watched as the archangel caught it easily with his free hand and wrapped it around Adam's shivering body. They stood in silence for a moment before a flutter of wings interrupted their next set of poor conversation. Lucifer materialized in the room next to Michael and Adam. The elder blonde smiled down at the kid and glared up at the Winchesters.
Adam whined again and reached out pudgy five year old hands towards Lucifer. The youngster didn't like the building tension in the room, he wanted it to stop and to just sleep. Lucifer easily took the child up in his arms and ignored the click of a weapon coming from Dean's direction as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Seriously, where does he keep all these things?
Adams head snapped up angrily as his nap had been interrupted and flung his hand out towards Dean. the gun began to burn in his hand and with a yelp the hunter dropped it while waving his hand around in the air. He glared at them with piercing blue eyes until Lucifer lowered his head back down onto his shoulder, rocking him until he was out like a light again.
"What the hell was that!"
"His soul had to adapt in the cage"
Lucifer walked past the two Winchester's and laid the kid out on the bed. Snapping his fingers Michael followed with a teddy bear and placed it within the baby blonde's arms. Adam hugged it close and hummed in contentment at finally being able to sleep.
"You failed him Winchester, but we won't make the same mistake"
So.. I now its not very good but it will get better. Tell me what you thought anyway! How did Adam do that? ;P