Wow, this chapter is actually kinda long, comparatively! Though it's still not all that long, sorry. So, this is Michael and Adam now...they aren't handling it as poorly as the others, but neither one really wants to be there. I hope you enjoy!

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Chapter 4:Embarrassed (Adam/Michael)

Michael and Adam both watched Lucifer's interaction with Sam.

"That was cruel." The archangel reprimanded, giving his younger brother a stern glance.

Lucifer just shrugged, an unconcerned look on his face. "You gonna stand there all day, or are you two willing to make out in the name of freedom?", was all he said before walking away.

Michael and Adam both glanced at each other, then looked away quickly. They stood in silence as Crowley and Meg gave in and escaped from their prison, both looking completely disgusted. Less than a minute later, Crowley started cursing when he got stuck under a second branch, though he didn't seem quite as repulsed by his new partner. The same couldn't be said for Bobby, who had just spent two minutes carefully picking his way to the other side of the room without getting trapped, until he got a bit too close to the King of Hell.

"Were there this many mistletoe branches before Gabe trapped us?" Adam asked conversationally. He could sworn there had only been three or four branches, but now they were all over.

"I don't believe so." Michael replied, sighing. "I think they're appearing whenever two people get close together." He examined Adam cautiously. "Should we…" He trailed off uneasily. He didn't know what exactly Adam thought of him. He was fairly sure that his former vessel didn't hate him, at least, not anymore, but they weren't exactly what could be called friends. And after hundreds of years of being forced to share a body in the pit, Michael felt uncharacteristically guilty imposing on Adam, even if he wasn't trying to.

"I kind of want to get out of here, yeah." Adam replied nonchalantly. Even Michael, who wasn't very adept at recognizing human emotions, could tell it was forced.

"We don't have to if you don't want to." Michael reassured the nineteen year old. "Gabriel will have to let us out eventually."

"No, it's fine. Let's just, uh, get it over with." Adam was turning a faint pink now.

"Right. Um, then," Michael's words fumbled. "I've never, uh, I've never kissed someone before, so, uh…" He swallowed uneasily. From the small amount of time he'd spent around humans, he knew that this was generally considered a failure. At least by hunters, it was. "Sorry if I get it wrong."

Adam stared at him in surprise for a moment, then burst out laughing, leaning forward and clutching his sides. It didn't exactly help with Michael's apprehension. "Seriously?" The youngest Winchester managed though fits of laughter. "You're millenniums old, and you've never kissed someone? Seriously?"

Michael blushed for what might be the first and last time in his life. Humanity is rubbing off on you, a small part of his brain whispered at the reaction. He tried to ignore it. Humanity, as it turned out, had been correct about the apocalypse, and his father. They couldn't be all that bad, could they?

He didn't say any of that. What he said was, "I am the leader of Heaven's armies. I don't have time to-to mess around!" It came out much squeakier than he would have liked, and didn't make him sound nearly as dignified as he had hoped.

Adam laughed harder. Other people in the room were starting to stare. "Kissing ain't exactly messing around, Mike." He managed to say with a smirk once he'd settled down. "And I get the whole chastity thing, 'cause, I mean, you're an angel, that's kinda your MO, but not even a kiss? Seriously?" He asked once again, holding back more laughter.

"Adam, are we going to get out of here or not?" Michael demanded, irritation creeping into his normally patient voice.

"Yeah, yeah, just, oh god," Adam chuckled out feebly. "Just gimme a minute." He pulled himself together and stared at the archangel in amusement before leaning in and pressing his lips against the Michael's. It wasn't a very romantic kiss, as neither one of the pair particularly wanted to be kissing the other, but it was better than Dean's hasty kiss with Cas, or Sam and Lucifer's barely-there touch of the lips. So as far as first kisses went, it could've been a lot worse, with the way this particular Christmas party was going.

When Adam pulled away and walked off, saying something about finding Alfie, Michael just stood there for a moment. Oh, he thought in pleasant surprise. That was rather enjoyable, actually. Not that I'll be making it a habit, he hurried to silently assure himself. I have a reputation to keep. Besides, he lied. It wasn't actually all that great.

Bobby and Crowley tomorrow. It might be posted a bit late, because I'm going to be really busy, but I'm 89% positive I can get it up on time. Just be patient.