Admittedly I'm a bit overwhelmed now that I've gone from working on two fanfictions at once to three. I'll try to keep balanced on chapter releases but it's a bit difficult.

God I'm sorry, Jo. The hits will keep coming for her for the foreseeable future.

Translations:

Pi i ascha: She is good.

Elasa gen ge ozien Michael: You do not own Michael.

Bagile, Adam?: Why, Adam?

Elasa biab ozien: You are mine.

Ol zir Lucifer's. Elasa om ol.: I am Lucifer's. You know this.

The servant shifted, curling into Aedmiel's side and humming contently.

"You are fascinating like this, little girl." Aedmiel told her contently, brushing her fingers through her hair. "So pliant. I could tell you to jump into Hellfire and you would do it, wouldn't you?"

"Whatever you wish of me, ma'am." The servant responded.

"If I told you to remember, would you do it?" The words were teasing, taunting. "If I told you to remember who you were. Who you are. What you are. Let's see. I want to try. Open your mind, girl. Open your eyes. Remember." Just like that Jo remembered everything and stumbled back out of the bed, grabbing the blanket for modesty and staring at Aedmiel in pure horror. How had she- oh God she was going to be sick. What had she...She wasn't…

"Hello, Joanna."

"You sick twisted evil fucking cunt. What the fuck?"

"I had to see if I could still brainwash you. Also, don't bother trying to pray from here. No angel in Heaven will hear you. I've warded my chambers."

Prayer was the last thing on her mind. All she could do was try to think past the horrible things she'd done since Aedmiel detached her mind a week ago.

"What do you want from me?" She choked out, a sob escaping her.

"A play toy. Something to torture. A willing subject. As you've seen, I can make you do anything and everything I want. I don't have to touch you anymore to do that. You will fall to my Beck and call for the rest of eternity. You are mine, Joanna Beth Harvelle. The question is this. Will you willingly subjugate yourself to me?"

Jo stared at this creature as though she was insane. Well, by all rationality of the term, she was. But was she truly asking if she'd throw herself at this madwoman's mercy? Together they had tortured hundreds of souls as well as nephilim and a few other creatures. But that was different. She'd had no choice. Now…

"No. Fuck you. No." She bit out. The woman just smiled cruelly in return.

"You will do what I want. Whether you want to or not. I simply gave you a choice." The woman said, "Come now, little girl. Come to me and forget your woes."

Jo fought against the words. Fought with all her might. She was Jo. Joanna Beth Harvelle.

"What are you?" She demanded desperately as she walked across the room.

"Hm... Forget it all and I'll tell you. But it's our secret. Just as my name is. Sit in my lap and I'll tell you a story of death and misery. Of pure unadulterated torture." The servant sighed contently as she settled into Aedmiel's lap. "It's not for the faint of heart. Are you sure you wish to know?"

"Yes." The servant responded without a thought.

"Very well. I was born in the early days. Not long after God created Adam and Eve. You see, there's a dark tale. A tale of death and destruction that no one truly remembers. It's my fault of course. I made them forget. I didn't want them to know who I was before."

"Who were you before?"

"Someone weak. Someone that meant more to her mother than anything else and something that's uncles wanted to use her."

"I'm sorry."

"You don't even know what you're apologizing for, girl. Before, I was a child. Gabriel and Cain's child. A nephalem born to the first Knight of Hell, from the only truly indestructible force left on Earth, and an Archangel of same origins. Gabriel was my mother, and a truly loving mother at that. She raised me from the moment of birth, but Lucifer and Michael had other plans. They saw my power. My intoxicating energies. The way I could twist perceptions of anything to how I saw fit. They wanted me. So they fought for me. They fought hard, too. They nearly tore me apart in their battles. And I realized that I was truly the most powerful force on Earth. No matter how hard she tried, mother could not protect me from Michael and Lucifer. From myself. So she tried to hide me in one of the other afterlives. Tried to hide me." Aedmiel scoffed, tone saying just what she thought about Gabriel trying to hide her. A joke. "Mother hardly realized what I was. I had her so wrapped around my finger. Raphael realized what I was. She knew. So she tried to kill me." Aedmiel laughed darkly, shaking her head and combing her fingers through the servant's hair. "It was only in self defense. But I did it. I killed Raphael. I killed her and basked in her blood. I laughed. Even then. Mother didn't want to believe it. She didn't believe her little half Knight of Hell could do wrong. 'It was an accident. Pi i ascha.' Like she knew what good was. She was the son of Darkness."

"She was your mother." The servant acknowledged, frowning though she wasn't sure why.

"She was. And now she's dead because of her own stupidity. I made sure of that when I severed that connection between her and Sam Winchester." Images of too long brown hair and hazel eyes flashed across her vision. The servant remembered Sam Winchester. Remembered him clear as day.

"What did you do to Sam Winchester?"

Aedmiel quirked a brow at her, smiling sweetly. "What haven't I done to Sam Winchester? He was in my Cage after all. A Cage I can never be shoved in again. With mother dead, I am truly immortal."

"Why-"

A knock on the door cut her off, followed by a tentative, "Sir?"

"It appears it's time for a break from story time." Aedmiel said softly from next to her, form morphing from he female form to a tall man with golden skin and black hair. "You may enter. This best be important, Zagan."

The creature came in, its head bowed and lizard tail wrapped around his ankle. "It is, Sir. Imamiah was able to reach contact with her father, Kokabiel."

"You may raise your gaze, Zagan. I must learn how Kokabiel was able to survive. I was present when he was slain by Michael."

"He was a Guardian. He used a stasis curse to keep his human from being capable of dying then buried him far beneath the Earth."

"Wise angel." The servant shifted uncomfortably at this information, gaining Zagan's attention.

"Should we discuss this with the reaper present?"

"The reaper is completely subservient to me. Anything you share with me will be in complete confidence."

Zagan eyed the servant with disdain before continuing, "He told Imamiah that your father-"

"Lucifer is as much my father as the whore who birthed me." Aedmiel cut him off, and this information might have confused the servant if she was not already aware of Aedmiel disguising herself as Lucifer's son Bael.

"Apologies, Sir. Lucifer has returned to Heaven, and he is no longer a he but a she. According to Kokabiel Lucifer has retaken as Michael's mate."

If Aedmiel was surprised by this fact, she didn't let on.

"Kokabiel believes that Hell can be opened by the one who closed it and no one else."

"By Sam Winchester? Now isn't that interesting." Aedmiel laughed, a twisted and cruel sound. "Oh, Cousin. I have a plan. Tell Kokabiel to be prepared for our return to Earth. We will flock to Heaven and destroy Michael and Lucifer both. We will take it for ourselves. As is our rights as the true heirs to Heaven. Go, Cousin." Zagan bowed formally before fleeing the room, closing the door behind him. Aedmiel turned themself on the servant, gripping her hand tightly and shoving her backwards. The servant gasped, arching into the touch of Aedmiel. "We will get away, girl. We will be free. And you will be by my side. You will love me. Tell me that you love me, girl."

"I love you. I love you, Aedmiel. Please." Then she sank into the bliss of her love's touch.

.-~*~-.

Sam's eyes opened and he wanted to shout at his brother, at the Archangels. Sleep. He had slept. It had been silent and empty, completely freeing. He had truly slept. And God it was freeing. A check on his phone said he'd slept almost forty eight hours straight, completely uninterrupted.

He'd have to call Dean considering the eighty panicked texts and the forty missed calls, but it was worth it if it meant he'd slept. A quick trip to the bathroom and a shower later he was dialing Dean's number, almost immediately getting an answer of, "Sam? Where the fuck are you?"

"I'm fine." He rolled his eyes at the panic in his brother's voice. "I was asleep. I'm in Mankato. I'll be-"

"Elasa gen ge ozien Michael!"

"Fuck off, Adam. I will-"

"If the two of you are going to kill each other do me a favor and do it outside. I swear-" a door slammed and effectively cut off Dean's voice. "Sammy, The Bunker has turned into a freaking soap opera chick flick of epic proportions. Apparently Adam's in love with Michael or some shit and Lucifer doesn't like it. Come get your angel-"

"I am not his angel." Lucifer's voice bit in from the background.

"Fine. Come get your not angel under control before he kills Adam."

"Because I can control her. Have you lost your mind, Dean?"

"I've been alone with them for four days, Sam. Ruby and Meg took Cas God knows where. I'm losing it here. I'm not made for this." Sam considered asking where Crowley went but decided against it for the time being.

Sam shook his head, sighing in exasperation. "Give Lucifer the phone, Dean and figure out where Cas went. Even I know better than to leave him alone with Ruby and Meg. I'll be back in an hour."

Dean grumbled something akin to irritation before handing the phone off.

"Hi, Sam." There was bitterness in the Lucifer's words.

"Stop trying to kill Adam. Not for me. I know you don't care what I want. Do it for Michael and for my idiot brother."

"Adam is trying to tell me that I am still the same twisted bastard that you threw in The Cage. Sorry if you don't like it, Sammy but your little brother is a fucking prick and if I had the choice I would kill him in an instant."

Sam groaned and scrubbed his hands across his face as he grabbed his duffle and headed out the door. "Yes, the kid is an ass. Just let up. Deal with him when Michael is awake, or at the very least when Dean isn't around."

"Because that's possible." Lucifer responded snidely. "You know he's babysitting me, right? Not leaving me alone anywhere. It's annoying as all hell and if he wasn't Michael's True Vessel I would have killed him by now."

Sam groaned, shaking his head. "Do I need to remind you who you are and what you've done? Of course he's going to keep an eye on you."

"But I'm not the same person anymore."

"You just threatened to kill him." Sam pointed out, only willing to push the point because he knew Lucifer had no intentions of harming Dean.

"He's just a human."

"This is the kind of thinking you need to get away from. I told you when you first showed up that killing humans was out of the question."

"But it's Dean. You and your brother are hardly human anymore."

"Lucifer." Lucifer had made a point of addressing that he was far from human multiple times but this was the first time Lucifer had suggested Dean was less than human. Probably best not to bring that up to Dean. It had to just be a side remark as an excuse.

"Yes, I know. I'll return to Heaven until Michael wakes up."

Heaven? "Wait a minute, Luc-" the line went dead and he sighed in exasperation. Damnit. What the hell was Lucifer doing in Heaven?

.-~*~-.

Lucifer cast one final angry glare at Dean as she returned the hunter's phone before she took flight, heading straight for Hel. Despite her wishes, she had prayed to her, begging for her to come, and she needed away from Adam and Dean before she decided to kill one or both of them. Death wasn't giving them redos after all or she would have already killed Dean a hundred times over just to get it out of her system.

"Foðurbroðir!" Hel wrapped her arms around Lucifer's waist the moment she arrived.

"You do understand I am your aunt, not your uncle, right?"

"Of course I do. However, I was raised knowing you as my uncle so foðurbroðir you shall be."

"Why have you called me here, Hel?"

"Because of Faðir."

Lucifer buried her grief carefully, eyeing her niece with suspicion. She was far too comfortable. Too at ease.

"Forgive me, Lucifer. I couldn't tell you over prayer because it is simply too unpredictable and no one can know what I did without Heaven's anger."

"What are you talking about?" Lucifer took a step back, eying her niece with wariness.

"I took his soul when he died. Not by force. It was his idea. He didn't want your Hell. He wanted the one he helped mold. So I claimed his soul and when he died he came here."

Lucifer froze, staring at the girl.

"Where?"

"We can't remove him from his punishment."

"Take me to him. Now, Hel." The girl's golden wings flashed into existence behind her before she drew them in again.

"You can't remove him. If you do he will be thrown into Hell and turned into a demon. Remember that, Lucifer." She warned before the scene shifted around them.

Lucifer stared in horror at her brother. He was strapped to a table, being torn apart by a giant wolf. A wolf that Lucifer recognized all too well as Fenrisúlfr in his wolf form. It was his son. But not the real one. The real was much less vicious. An overgrown puppy that had been unfairly imprisoned. Lucifer could relate to that one.

"What the-"

"He chose his punishment. It will only last a hundred years. He thought his greatest sin was abandoning those he loved to be imprisoned. Fen, Jor, Aedmiel, and you. The punishment will clense his soul and he'll come join me in a hundred years."

"He's your father."

"I know, Lucifer. If I could I would make it another way but I am bound by rules. I can't play favorites."

"Bring him back." Lucifer ordered his niece.

"The day your Hell was closed Death placed a blockade on resurrections. Don't think for a moment that I didn't try. That was the first thing I did. I'm sorry, Lucifer. I brought you here so you would know. So you would understand. If he's removed now the reapers will move him to your Hell. Here he will heal. There he will be turned into a demon. If you want to be a defiant child, then take him, but he will end up in your realm. I've been warned. The reapers will go out of their way to shove his soul in your Hell if we interfere."

Lucifer stared at Gabriel as he was torn apart again and again. Over and over. A punishment he chose for himself. To heal. A punishment so he wouldn't have to endure Hell. All because of God's terrible rule of sacrifice. Mara would never be that punishing. Their Mother may have been the embodiment of pure darkness, but she wasn't this cruel and vindictive.

"Thank you, Hel. For the truth."

"I'm sorry, foðurbroðir."

"So am I."

Lucifer left before she could say another word. She didn't leave Hel. She landed in a field of wheat instead. Spreading her wings out and brushing ice across the tops of the plants. Flauros spun around and narrowed her eyes at Lucifer.

"Is that necessary, Lucifer?"

"Not at all. Hello, Flauros."

Flauros stepped forward, careful in her movements, and brushed her finger tips against the iced over plants, returning them to the state they were when she arrived. "I take it Hel took you to visit uncle."

"She did. You knew?"

"Yes. I helped her find Gabriel's body. I'm sorry, aunt."

"Did you know?"

"Not until moments before. Gabriel didn't want to risk you stopping him."

Lucifer sighed and shook her head, it was a fair judgement but she wasn't sure it was the right call. No matter her loyalty to Gabriel, she was willing to sacrifice his grace to retrieve Michael. She probably would've let him die.

Have I Fallen so far?

"I was actually about to seek you out, Aunt. Bael recognized that we were escaped. He has told my younger siblings he is going to rip us apart piece by piece when he escapes Hell. They're scared. Absolutely terrified. Raum and I attempted to reassure them that they are safe but...I guess I should just ask. They want to see Michael."

"Michael is still recovering. I'm sorry, Flauros. Tell them that you and your siblings are the only ones capable of entering Hel."

"He will live?"

"Yes, Flauros. He will live. Though the same cannot be said of his current Vessel."

A smile quirked on Flauros' face.

"Oh, go jump out of your nest, little one. Yes. Me and Michael have reconciled our relationship."

"You're jealous, though. His Vessel is in love with him, right?"

"How-"

"My father was my mother's first Vessel. That being said, I'm far from the first of her children. I think the second oldest living one now."

"Raum is the eldest, correct?'

"Mother's first offspring with a human, or demihuman. Prometheus was her first true child."

"Artemis killed him, correct?"

"Unfortunately. If only the Nephorlo were as close to immortality as we are."

"I cannot say I'm particularly fond of you abominations nor Gaea's Pagans but I believe you and your siblings are truly good creatures."

"Thank you, Aunt." Flauros responded, feathers puffing up and a smile crossing her face.

"Tell your siblings that they are safe here."

Lucifer tilted her head and scowled when he heard Hannah's voice. "Lucifer, if you aren't too busy we could use your assistance in something."

"Of course." She frowned. "Are you leaving?"

Lucifer hesitated, rubbing the back of her neck. "I accidentally was welcomed back into Heaven. At least until Michael returns. Really, I was just hoping for tolerance for the sake of grieving my brother and sister."

"Have fun ruling, Lucifer."

"I'm not ruling Heaven." Lucifer scowled, stretching out her wings then taking flight.

.-~*~-.

Click.

"Hello, Michael." Michael blinked, adjusting his vision to the scene around him.

"Michael." Adam's voice nudged at him.

"Conisa ag sapah." Michael chided gently as his vision finally settled onto Metatron. What was he doing with Adam? Then his gaze flicked to the Holy Fire surrounding him and his eyes narrowed. "What do you think you are doing, Metatron?" Michael hissed out, burying Adam's mind gently.

"I need your assistance."

Michael opened the ancient Archangel connection, not willing to risk anything else. Metatron was arrogant, but the closer Michael looked the more he understood. Metatron was using a Tablet to strengthen his power. Succeeding as well. Was Metatron why The Cage shattered? "Metatron." He warned them.

"If you wished for my assistance you would not have trapped me." Michael spread his wings behind him, carefully confining them within the circle while still spreading them to their full extent. "Release me and I'll grant you mercy, Metatron."

"Michael. Where are you?" Lucifer was so panicked. He would get back to her.

"I thought you'd say something like that."

There was a scheming smile on the angel's face. "Heaven." Michael answered.

Click. Michael's True Voice ripped out across Heaven in a terrible shriek of agony as a second line of Holy Fire ripped to life directly around him, igniting his wings and causing unspeakable agony.

Michael had retreated into Adam's soul, using his grace as a solid barrier for the both of them while Metatron did whatever he wished to Michael's form. They explored the world together there. Michael showed Adam everything. Just as he had done in Hell. It was lonely without Lucifer to accompany him but he did what he could. Protected Adam as he had done for decades now. But there was only so much he could do. It was after what felt like years that he began to recognize Adam was keeping something from him. Something vital. So he began to unwind from where he had hidden within his Vessel's soul. It took immense amounts of effort. But he began to realize what had happened. Where he was.

"Bagile, Adam?" There was an air of confusion as he gently pressed Adam's awareness to the side. They were in a large bathroom. Underneath a shower head. The water was warm against their skin and Michael recognized the damage to his grace was too heavy for him to even attempt to use his powers.

"Elasa biab ozien." Adam answered and Michael felt a flash of frustration. That had never been the case between them and the boy knew it. How long had they been free from Metatron? It was far from difficult to guess that Metatron's ministrations, if he were to word torture kindly, had dulled him to the happenings around him. In fact, the heat of the water was perfect proof of how truly detached he was standing with his grace.

"Ol zir Lucifer's. Elasa om ol." He chastised, trying to be gentle, trying to make him understand without lashing out. Where was he? How long had he been here?

In his desperation Adam switched back to English, which Michael was unsure was a good or bad thing. "He is still evil, Michael. You're blinded by your emotions but he's using you. Do you know what he's done while you've slept? He's overtaken Heaven! Listen-" Despite his wishes to allow Adam to remain, he brushed a bit of his grace against the boy and rendered him unconscious. The use of his grace was completely exhausting. But it was worth it. The only downside was trying to recognize where they were. Yes, it would have been easier to have asked Adam but the human had managed to ignite his temper. What had Adam been thinking? Not telling him they had been freed from Metatron. It had to have been Lucifer. Michael had misjudged the rationality of Adam. The maturity. Albeit it was unlikely Lucifer was being any more mature towards Adam regarding the situation, but Lucifer was a possessive dick who had destroyed several of his Nephilim and a Nephalem as well as their other parent out of jealous spite.

Why did he love her again?

Oh yes. She was the brightest thing in Creation, the most beautiful of the angels. The first being he saw and the last he ever would. Lucifer was the light of his life, an almost bitter irony considering Lucifer was born of Darkness and he of Light.

Michael carefully gathered Adam's clothes from the floor, sliding into too big jeans and...Plaid?

The sight made him pause, forcing his grace out and around him despite the agonized protests of his Form. Wherever he was, it was heavily warded. Warding that rightfully shouldn't have been present on Earth. And there, not far away, he sensed his True Vessel.

Dean Winchester.

He really should have been at the least annoyed, but he wasn't. He had been dealing with Adam for far too long.

He did recoil when he recognized a second presence in the room, it was a de- no wait. Michael frowned, unable to resist the touch of curiosity as he found his way out of the showers and down a hallway. It wasn't hard to find his True Vessel in such close range, even with the warding that little brat Castiel had carved into the brothers.

The sounds coming from the other side of the door were unmistakable but Michael ignored them, brushing his grace against that not demon soul. It had definitely been demonic. At one point.

"-the hell!" Michael jerked back as the door flung open, a very pissed off Dean Winchester standing there disheveled and in a pair of hardly discreet pajama pants. Michael tilted his head, eying the form on the bed with distaste and surprise.

"Adam, I told you to…" Dean trailed off, narrowing his eyes. "You're not Adam."

"No. Your brother is currently sleeping." Michael answered, returning his attention to Dean. "Of all of the Winchesters to engage themselves with a demon I would never have expected it from you."

Dean went red, glaring at him. "Fuck off, Michael."

"Hello, Crowley." The archangel told the not demon, looking past the hunter again to meet the smug gaze. It rang false, but it was there.

"Been a while, Birdie."

Michael scowled, resisting the urge to stretch his wings out. He still vividly remembered what Metatron had done to them when he first arrived in Heaven.

"You two know each other?" Dean asked, momentarily at a loss.

"Of course we do. I tried to blackmail him." Crowley answered casually, which was far from the truth. Not that the not demon remembered the truth. Humanity and becoming a demon would have long ago wiped that history from the once angel. Best not to bring it up.

"Who freed me?" Michael decided to change the subject, gaze returning to Dean. By the clear mistrust in the hunter's expression his suspicions were confirmed. "Where is she, Dean?"

"I don't know." Dean admitted after a moment, scowling and walking back across the room, shoving some clothes at the demon from the dresser.

"I find that hard to believe."

"It's true. He took off half an hour ago. Maybe longer. I tried getting Sam to find something to ward the bunker so he couldn't take off but he's all on the the devil's turned good for love bandwagon."

"I take it you're not?"

"I don't think love is a good enough reason to backtrack ending the world."

"Humanity." Michael corrected, unsure why, probably due to the frequent corrections by Lucifer during their time in The Cage and Dean scowled.

"Because the two of you going into an all out brawl wouldn't have devastated the planet itself. Don't play innocent, Michael. Lucifer might have convinced Sam that he-"

"Lucifer never wanted to fight me, Dean. She begged me to see reason. I just refused to listen. You're right. You're absolutely right. If we fought, it would have destroyed half the planet. At the time, I saw His will as just."

"You don't anymore?" Crystal clear doubt in the question. Which was fair. Michael decided to let that go.

"Does it really matter what I say? You aren't going to believe me either way. Believe me, or don't. Lucifer doesn't plan on destroying humanity and I have no intention of killing her."

"Let it go, darling. I believe him." Dean scowled at Crowley's words before shoving out of the room past him.

"Where is she, Crowley?"

"I'm in the dark on that. Lucifer mostly leaves me to dwell on my own insecurities as of late."

Michael nodded, turning to leave the room before pausing. "I have to say. I would never have expected Dean and you to become lovers."

"Lover would dignify it and involve some sort of romantic connection. It's more along the lines of hate fucking."

Michael stifled a response because it was clear in the minor conflict in his voice that Crowley wasn't so sure. For him, or for Dean he couldn't quite tell but clearly there was at least a bit more than anger there. Well, it didn't really matter. That brother was no longer his problem. Adam was, and honestly Michael didn't have a clue what to do with him. Especially when Lucifer eventually found out. Because she would find out.

"Is everyone alive!" A familiar voice called from further down the hall and Michael could almost feel Dean relax. Abandoning Crowley the archangel trailed in that direction, stopping in the doorframe as Sam Winchester stepped down with a bag in hand.

"Did you-"

"Yes, I remembered." Those words sounded distinctly as though him remembering something was majorly important and Michael frowned.

"You're my favorite brother." Dean stated suddenly as he crossed the space, snagging the bag from Sam and carrying it off towards the kitchen.

"Dean, you better share…"

Michael shifted his vision and froze, staring at the impossible soul of Sam Winchester. That couldn't happen and yet…

"Michael!" The archangel yelped slightly as he was hit and sent tumbling into a clearing, the fact that it was Lucifer on top of him was the only thing that kept him from fighting back.

"Lucifer."

She grinned at him, an all too taunting smile that didn't reflect the distress in her grace. "I told you not to die on me."

And he had died. But that was hardly his fault. Before he could even begin to articulate a response she was kissing him, drawing him close and flooding his grace with her own. No longer cold as ice, just a chill that Michael only half struggled against.

"If you die again, Michael. I will bring you back to kill you. That's a promise."

His grace lit up, drawing through Lucifer's grace to- was that Heaven? Was Lucifer drawing on Heaven for power?

"How-"

"The little ones decided enstate me as their leader until you woke up. I don't understand why you agreed to rule Heaven. Actually, I do, but that doesn't make it worth it. Hell is so much easier to run."

Michael wasn't sure how to feel about Lucifer running Heaven. While he undeniably loved her, she wasn't the greatest with judgement calls.

"I ordered the seraph Hannah to make all orders of judgement unless they directly countered something you had enacted before. Don't worry about Heaven, Mikey. It's all fine. I promise."

Michael considered this for a moment before surrendering and spreading his wings beneath him with careful precision. From her perch on him Lucifer careful ran her fingers across the limbs, healing the broken fractures in a way that shouldn't have been possible.

"How-"

"I don't want to talk about that yet, Mikey. Just let me heal you." Her voice cracked slightly so Michael decided best not to push for the moment, with ease he reached up, brushing his fingers into golden hair and pulling her down into gentle kiss that quickly grew into something fierce and desperate.

"Ol aziazor elasa, Michael."

"Od ol aziazor elasa, Lucifer." He responded as Lucifer banished the remainder of their clothing.

Michael is back. Yay. I'm going to quickly clarify some things.

First, Aedmiel has been disguising herself as Lucifer's son Bael. She is Cain and Gabriel's child, at the time of Aedmiel's birth Gabriel was wearing a female Vessel. That's who Aedmiel refers to as mother.

Second, if I've failed to explain this properly, an angel who is a guardian angel will always be resurrected until the human dies. Cas is Dean's Guardian Angel and before Sam went to The Cage Gabriel was his Guardian Angel, though he isn't anymore. Michael is Adam's guardian angel.

Third, Gabriel is dead. His human soul is in Hel. When he is finished suffering for his sins he'll join Hel in her palace. But he's dead. I have little to no intentions of bringing him back, as much as I love him, because of the sacrifice.

Finally, I made Adam a little dick. But to be fair he's absolutely completely obsessed and in love with Michael and doesn't trust Luci, which is again fair, but he took advantage of a situation. Ever since Metatron first took them Michael had shut off most his major senses to comfort Adam and Adam didn't bother telling him when they were freed because he wanted Michael to himself.