Adam took his time waking up, and he took his time opening his eyes when he did. His head ached as soon as consciousness hit him; he clenched his teeth and fought his way through a pained groan as he forced his eyes open. They were in the park again; Adam cringed at the light coming from above him, immediately taking the chance to press his eyes shut once again. He turned his head to the side instead, craning his neck against the arms crossed under his head, and cracked one eye open hesitantly. Michael was beside him, sprawled out on his stomach with his head buried into his arms. He was still asleep - but only at first, it seemed. He shifted when Adam did, and the demon winced sympathetically when the archangel sucked in a sharp gasp and pressed his face further into his arms. His thoughts sped up, a brief flicker of panic igniting in the archangel's chest before it melted away, and everything blurred in pain. Of course, Michael had never had a hangover before. Adam had - though, not quite this awful.
He decided not to offer their usual morning greeting for now. Instead, the demon forced his elbows underneath him and propped himself up against them, sucking in a deep breath and keeping his head ducked so he could avoid looking at the very real-looking sun above them. He wavered with dizziness as soon as he was propped up, even the slightest bit. His stomach churned with nausea, painful in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. He could have definitely done without the headache; everything felt hazy beyond recognition and he couldn't think. Anger stirred in his chest briefly, tame, all things considered. He breathed in through his teeth and let the air out in a quiet groan, then allowed himself to relax back into the grass again.
Michael seemed to have recovered for the most part, heaving himself up onto his side. Adam watched his hand tremble as he lifted it into the air, fingers poised to snap. The pain melted away the moment he did, and Adam heaved out a gentle, grateful sigh while Michael let out a low, guttural groan as he flopped onto his back and clasped his hand over his face, relieved..
"We can't get that drunk anymore," Adam breathed, carefully sorting through his memories of the night before. They were still hazy, colored drunk, but he remembered glimpses of Lucifer and karaoke and a taxi ride. He shook his head to himself, somewhat baffled, then looked over at Michael. He seemed to be recovering still, from the long-faded pain. The archangel looked more than a little perturbed, clearly disturbed by the experience; Adam couldn't help but chuckle to himself, quietly, when he realized Michael was silently wondering to himself how humans could stand such pure, raw pain like that. "To tell you the truth, Mikey, I have no fucking idea," he admitted, heaving himself up again and shaking his head. "I've gotten hungover before a few times," he recalled. "Once when I was fifteen, and a few times with some 'friends' in college…"
Michael furrowed his eyebrows and looked up at him, squinting his eyes slightly as if he was scared the headache would return as soon as he lifted his head, but he was quick to relax again when he realized it wouldn't. "Don't humans have some kind of age restriction for alcohol?"
"Mhm." Adam cracked a toothy grin. "Never said I've gotten hangovers legally."
Michael laughed, the sound laced with exhaustion and fondness as he finally forced himself to sit up, balancing himself on his arms. He winced, and sighed, tipping his head back slightly.
"Still dizzy?"
"Still dizzy," Michael breathed.
"Yeah." Adam pushed himself off of his elbows, propping himself up with his hands instead and straightening his arms out as much as possible. He ran his tongue over his lips, practically tasting the alcohol on his lips and breath. He definitely wanted a shower and he definitely needed to brush his teeth after last night. The demon shook his head at himself a few times, ignoring his own lingering dizziness. All things considered, that and the nausea, they were the more bearable parts of the hangover. The only thing that bothered him was the constant pounding pain in his skull, and Michael had, thankfully, remedied that for the both of them. Adam risked a glance up at the sky, rubbing his forehead slightly and relaxing when the sunlight didn't make him feel like his eyes were being forcefully shoved back further into his damn skull.
Michael ended up sinking sideways against him, much to the demon's amusement. He could feel the archangel's tiredness; not the power-drained exhaustion they'd both grown used to, just a sleepy kind of feeling, one that clearly meant the archangel had no intention of leaving right then if he could help it. Adam on the other hand smelled like booze and sweat and he could feel it sticking to his skin, and that was one sensation he couldn't stand. The demon sighed, lifting an arm around Michael carefully and offering a light squeeze. "I'm gonna go take a shower. You…" He snorted out a quiet chuckle. "Either go back to sleep or figure out some way to wake up."
The archangel murmured a quiet, unintelligible response that Adam wasn't sure whether to take as agreement or disagreement, but he merely rolled his eyes to himself and pulled away. "Go ahead," Michael sighed after a moment, laying back down. He rolled back over onto his back and buried his face into his arms, and Adam heard him let out a quiet, muffled yawn as he did. The demon shook his head and bit back a smile, pushing himself to his feet. "I'll join you soon," the archangel added sleepily, turning his head to peer up at him again. "Last night was crazy."
"Yeah." Adam grinned, raising his eyebrows at the angel. "You had a lot of fun."
Michael nodded slightly in agreement, an oddly adorable tired smile written across his face. Adam couldn't help but chuckle at his best friend. "Mm. Yeah. It was fun… but crazy, too."
"Well, we've already agreed to do it again," Adam mused. "Maybe not get so drunk, though."
"Right." Michael heaved out a gentle sigh. "I underestimated…"
Adam snickered, ducking his head. "Oh, boy, do I know it."
"I do enjoy the taste of whiskey, though," Michael commented, and Adam lifted his head slightly to peer at him, somewhat surprised. Whiskey itself… he could tolerate it, but he didn't like it. It was too bitter, too strong for him to like it. "It's good. I like how strong it is," Michael admitted.
Adam nodded, understanding. "'Cause you can taste it."
"I can't taste a lot of things." Michael sighed again, so much exhaustion expressed in the simple gesture, the way his shoulders slumped as he curled up. "It's kind of like… like you, with salt."
Adam smiled a little to himself, amused. Yeah, the salt thing. Well, he could understand that. And he was happy to let Michael have as much whiskey as he wanted, within reason. Hell, he liked drunk Michael as it was. The archangel was fun - well, he was fun anyway, but there was just something about how he acted when he was drunk. No hesitation, no fear, no reluctance. He just dove right in. Of course, Adam knew Michael didn't need beer to be brave like that, but he still encouraged anything that could bring out that side in his best friend. It was nice to see Michael loosening up and having fun, genuine fun, without letting his worries get in the way. The demon had a feeling that would be happening more and more now - with or without alcohol.
Michael hummed softly in agreement, then stated, "I liked karaoke."
Adam smirked. "Good. Because we're still doing karaoke nights."
Michael chuckled, a tired but happy sound, and buried himself into his arms again with a content sigh. Adam watched him for a moment, softening slightly, then tilted his head back and looked up at the sky with a soft, content sigh of his own, closing his eyes and taking control again.
He wasted no time getting up, despite the heaviness he could feel in his bones, the lingering exhaustion that made him want to lay back down and curl up in the park with Michael again. But he knew he needed to shower, so he resolved to ignore it for now. Instead, he shifted his focus to gathering clothes. He decided against his suits for now - in an odd way they felt too formal to wear around the bunker now - instead pulling out a few T-shirts and jeans he'd stolen from the stores in Minnesota. He frowned at the tuxes, just for a moment, and couldn't resist the urge to roll his eyes. He really needed to get rid of those sooner rather than later, before Bela returned from wherever the hell she was. The demon settled on a plain black shirt and blue jeans for the time being, picking out what he needed before retreating into the bathroom to take his shower. He took his time under the water for the most part, letting it practically wash away the rest of his exhaustion. The sticky feeling on his skin faded, a content smile appearing on his face briefly.
He dried off and got dressed once he'd finished, and was still in the process of drying his hair as he left the bathroom when he felt Michael finally rise up to settle into control beside him again. The archangel was still a little sleepy, yet awake and energized at the same time now that the shock from the hangover had seemingly passed; the demon smirked a little to himself and let the towel rest around their neck, hanging down over their shoulders, as he opened the door.
"Breakfast time," he noted, tilting their head. "I smell… is that bacon…?"
"Mmmhm." Michael opened their mouth, turned their head slightly, and seemed to freeze.
It hit them both at once, the voices in the kitchen. Adam didn't immediately recognize what had caused Michael to stiffen, if he was completely honest. He heard Sam and Dean and Castiel and Jack, and then he heard a female's voice, and then the lower-pitched rumble of a male's. Of course, he didn't have to recognize it to just instinctively know who it was. It was impossible not to; the name jumped into Michael's mind as if it had been permanently ingrained in there, and Adam couldn't just ignore that. Still, it took him a few seconds to register exactly what that meant; he raised their eyebrows slightly, allowing them to inch further and further up their forehead before they fell slack again in a somewhat startled expression, tightening his grip on the towel around their neck as he stepped forward and peered down the hall toward where the main room was, where it broke off into the kitchen. For a moment, all he could do was stare.
It had been a long time - a damn long time - since he'd heard John Winchester's voice. The emotions that flared to life in response were dizzying, startling enough to almost make his knees buckle, and he was glad Michael had chosen that time to take full control for the most part to steady them again. The demon almost retreated, but he didn't. It went without saying that he had many conflicting, confusing feelings toward his father - if you could really call John his father. Honestly, he'd been no more of a dad to him than a sperm donor might have - and most of those feelings were negative ones. Michael braced them against the doorframe while Adam shook himself, furiously, and struggled to focus through the sea of anger threatening to swallow him whole. He'd thought he was past this, but he also couldn't bring himself to be too hard on himself for it. John Winchester was a bastard, an asshole, and a shitty excuse for a parent. Adam hadn't even seen his face yet, but he already wanted to punch him bloody. Still, a part of him protested. A part of him protested because, at this point, Adam couldn't be entirely sure what part of John's personality had truly been his own - and which parts had been Chuck's influence, Chuck's intervention, Chuck's writing, Chuck's plot. Another rush of anger engulfed him, which he once again made an attempt to fight down but not quite stifle. Just focus, relax.
Michael was, as always, patient as could be. He leaned them against the doorframe and counted down in their head, drowning out the demon's red-hot fury with a calm mantra of numbers and forcing them to breathe in through their nose, out through their mouth. It wasn't too long until he was more or less focusing on the archangel, allowing his soul to sink further into the gentle, buzzing comfort of Michael's Grace. His anchor, through and through; the demon truly didn't know where he'd be without the archangel, but that was nothing new. Michael waited for him to collect himself, wrapping their arms around them and offering a soft squeeze as if he were hugging the demon, and Adam found himself squeezing back slightly, reassuringly.
The archangel stood, that much was evident. He understood - at least in a way. The problem was that nobody was making Chuck do anything; Chuck had never been innocent, there had never even been a question about that. But Adam had to figure out what the case with John was, and whether he'd even be able to - whether he even wanted to. The demon growled a little and squeezed their eyes shut for a second, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to think, but he found that a lot of his anger toward the man, once he'd calmed down to think about this rationally, had diminished into a startling amount of indifference. Indifference, but… contempt.
"Dammit," Adam sighed, blinking their eyes open again to glare at the wall. This wasn't end-of-the-world stuff and he was well aware of that, but he felt oddly inconvenienced by this. The more he thought about it, though - the things they had been through recently - Adam couldn't help but feel somewhat calmed by the realization that this truly wasn't an end-of-the-world situation. It still sucked ass, but whatever happened would happen and Adam would figure out a way to get through it regardless. He didn't care for John Winchester.
Michael squeezed them again, lighter this time. His voice was low, quiet and soothing. "He might be staying…" The words were more of a warning than anything, and that caught Adam's attention for a second. The archangel had no intentions of trying to push Adam to reconcile with his father; of course, it wasn't quite the opposite. Michael wouldn't actively stand in the way of it, Adam knew the archangel wasn't capable of that even if he tried to be. But it wasn't like with Sam and Dean, in which Michael had pressed him, albeit gently, to try and forgive them, because he deserved to have his brothers in his life. Even when Adam hadn't quite cared for it - even when his anger toward the Winchesters had started to fizzle out to indifference, Michael had still tried to coax him to pursue a deeper relationship with his half-brothers. Maybe he knew there wasn't a point in trying - or maybe he could tell the difference between the hatred Adam had harbored for his brothers and the hatred that he harbored for his father. The archangel smiled dryly for a moment, then murmured, "brothers are one thing… fathers are overrated."
Adam couldn't help but laugh. That was something they could agree on - Adam had never really wanted a father figure. It would have been nice, maybe, to have some help around the house for his mother, to have someone pick up the slack. But the way he'd grown up, he couldn't really complain about. He didn't have the right to complain. Kate had done everything in her power to support them on her own. And then she had died - she had died, been killed by monsters, because John hadn't been there. Because he couldn't be bothered. Because they had never been his family, not really. Adam had been a stand-in, and John hadn't really shown any interest in Kate. He showed up once a year to take Adam to a baseball game - beyond that, there was nothing. Adam would have much rather have been home waiting for his mother to get off work.
Of course, that was a long time ago. He would always be angry about that, but there were still… other things. He was angry that John had seemingly thought he could be a part of Adam's life, no matter how small that part was, and keep them safe at the same time. He didn't know why those monsters had attacked him and Kate, but knowing what he knew about his father now, he could only assume it had something to do with John. The fact that they'd known him. The fact that Adam was unlucky enough to have been his son. The demon took a deep breath and tipped their head back, somewhat resigned for a moment, then narrowed their eyes slightly.
"Fine," he murmured. "I don't care."
Michael was silent for a moment, eyebrows creasing in worry. He opened their mouth to respond, but Adam was quick to do so before he could. "Seriously, I really don't care. The guy's not my father. He doesn't exactly mean anything to me. As long as he stays out of my way…"
He didn't need to finish. Michael got it. The archangel puffed their cheeks out and nodded, but he still seemed rather concerned. "Okay," he agreed hesitantly. "If you're… okay with this."
Adam nodded, and paused, turning their head slightly. "... are you okay with this?"
"Yeah," Michael affirmed at once. "It doesn't really make a difference to me. I just-" He stopped. Adam raised an eyebrow, and the archangel sighed. "I'm not… particularly… I don't like him," the archangel declared simply after a moment, and Adam pushed their eyebrows even higher at that, somewhat surprised by the admission. Then, after a moment of thought, he… he actually wasn't too shocked. Michael probably knew more about John Winchester than Adam did - he was pretty sure he remembered something about the archangel having possessed John at once point, several years ago, though that had been a long time ago. Still, it was an odd thing, truly, to hear Michael voice anything negative about anybody. "John Winchester is…" Michael made a quiet, low sound in the back of their throat, a clear note of disapproval, "he's- he's an asshole."
Adam whistled slightly, unable to keep himself from lighting up on time. The grin that appeared on his face came without much of a struggle, but still definitely without his permission. Still, he did little to fight it back, impressed by the fact that even Michael recognized that John wasn't a good person. As soon as the thought crossed his mind, though, the archangel shook their head. Then he said, "it's not because he's not a good person - I mean, he isn't, but that's not really…"
Adam furrowed their eyebrows, confused and curious once again, but also somewhat worried.
"He's a horrible father," Michael finally murmured. "And he reminds me of Chuck."
Adam stayed silent for a moment while Michael finally seemed to relax, sinking back even further. After a few seconds, Adam offered another light squeeze, wrapping their arms tighter around them and unfurling their wings after a moment so that they could sink backwards into them. Michael wrapped those around them, too, hooking them over their shoulders lightly and dragging them backwards into the soft feathers, wrapped up in a bundle of warmth and energy that hummed and buzzed like a live wire. It was a comforting sensation. "Well," Adam finally sighed, tugging their lips into a mirthless grin, "you know, it's like you said. Fathers are overrated. Brother's are where it's at." He offered Michael another squeeze, and the archangel smiled slightly as he squeezed back in response.
Still, he had another concern, which he wasn't too hesitant to voice now that he'd already admitted what had been bothering him to begin with. "But I don't want this to interfere with-"
"I know," Adam interrupted, somewhat amused. It was already too late for that; if Adam hadn't already been set on his conviction, if he hadn't already planned on not even interacting with John if he could help it, that would have sealed the deal right then. In a way, it already did. But it certainly strengthened his resolve. Michael sighed at this, but Adam just squeezed them again lightly in response before he let go and folded their wings back. "Doesn't matter. I hate him, too."
"It's more of a strong dislike," Michael admitted.
"Because you're incapable of hating anyone."
Michael thought about that for a moment, then let out a low grumble of, "not true," with a few choice people on the brain, two of them being 'Alternate Michael' and that demon, Asmodeus. "Of course, if you were to forgive him," Michael began, "if that ever was an option, Adam, I do want you to know-" And Adam was already shaking his head, because he did already know that Michael was too good of a person, too wonderful, to even consider coming between Adam and any one of his family members. Just because he wasn't actively trying to get Adam to reconcile with John didn't mean that he didn't want him to, or that he was against the idea. Yes, the demon knew that. But the demon also knew that he genuinely didn't plan on doing so anyway.
They fell silent for a while to listen again, and Adam ended up shifting his focus to the female voice. He was somewhat curious, but Michael seemed to recognize who it was after a second. "Mary Winchester…" The archangel mumbled, puzzled, and Adam raised their eyebrows.
"Well, they must be having some kind of reunion," the demon muttered. "Too bad, I want bacon." But he didn't intend to disturb them for too long. He wasn't going to let John Winchester keep him from going where he wanted to go, and he didn't care what the hell Mary had to say about it - but considering he'd never met the woman, he'd save all of his opinions of her until he actually saw what she was like for himself. Something stirred in Michael's head, a memory that wasn't his own, faces flashing and flickering. The archangel ducked their head slightly as it all came to light, as Castiel's voice rang in their head - "I made a mistake. People got hurt. His mother- his mother…" - and then Jack's face popped up, eyes devoid of emotion. And Adam realized it all at once why John and Mary were in the bunker's kitchen now. And suddenly it seemed less of an inconvenience - still not something he was jumping for joy over, but… he wasn't as pissed off.
Adam stifled a sigh, lingering in the hall for a moment, before turning away. With those implications hanging in the air, even Adam wasn't about to ruin what his brothers had been given right then. But he looked over just in time to see Sam turn the corner and head down the hall, pausing. Surprise flickered across his face for a second, and then delight once he had spotted them, and Michael managed to offer him a hesitant smile while Adam fought back an irritated grimace despite himself. "Uh- hey. I didn't know you were awake," Sam greeted, venturing a little closer to them with an awkward but warm smile all the same. "Good morning."
"Morning," Adam sighed, raising his eyebrows. "Don't you have a family reunion to sit through?"
Once again, a shadow of surprise darkened Sam's features, and his smile melted into an almost guilty expression before he seemed to reign it in again. This gave Adam pause, however, feeling an odd twinge of frustration directed solely toward himself. He really needed to give them both a proper apology for pretty much being ready to murder them on sight whenever he saw them at first. He'd already leveled with Sam about knowing that it wasn't his fault, everything that had happened to him, but he didn't think he and Dean had had the same conversation yet, and it didn't quite seem to have stuck with Sam either. So he'd have to fix that soon, too…
"Yeah… about that…" Sam shifted slightly, hesitant.
Oh, no, Adam bit back a groan. Michael smiled sympathetically, turning back to face Sam.
"You should come say hi," Sam finally offered. He seemed hesitant, but whether he was hesitant to make the offer or simply hesitant because he didn't know how Adam would respond to it, the demon wasn't quite sure. But he still couldn't keep himself from wrinkling his nose in time, and Sam was quick to add, "you know, if you want to. You don't have to. If you don't want to see him…" He trailed off and took a deep breath, lifting a hand and running his fingers through his hair lightly. Adam narrowed their eyes faintly and glanced away. Michael was silent for the most part, nothing but supportive as his Grace hummed against Adam's soul, and when the demon hadn't responded for a moment, the archangel took a deep breath and lifted their gaze again.
"I don't think he wants to interrupt…" Michael inclined their head in Sam's direction, glancing past them briefly. Sam blinked, and then his eyes widened. Adam let out a groan this time.
"Michael." He stifled a sigh, not upset, but somewhat embarrassed despite himself.
"You wouldn't be interrupting anything," Sam insisted, wide-eyed.
"Shut up," Adam mumbled.
Sam opened his mouth and paused, snapping it shut again. Adam watched his eyes flicker rapidly, lost in thought, before he took in a breath and spoke again, "you won't be interrupting. Honestly, all we're doing is… eating breakfast and talking. We were actually waiting for you," the hunter admitted, and Adam raised their eyebrows slightly at that, somewhat caught off guard. "I mean, I think- I think our Mom wants to meet you and… Dad's not particularly happy about…" He tilted his head forward a little, toward them, and it took Adam and Michael a few seconds to understand. Michael was the first one; he stiffened, their entire body going rigid, and Adam followed suit on that front by narrowing their eyes in a steely glare that wasn't quite directed toward his older brother. Sam seemed to falter, then grimaced, clearly dismayed but understanding. "Yeah, I figured you wouldn't be happy about that. I just wanted to warn you in case he says something, because, uh- he doesn't exactly have a filter when it comes to…"
"If he says something," Adam replied stiffly, "I will punch him, Sam." He shifted back a little and lifted a hand to run their fingers through their hair, briefly checking in with Michael to make sure that he didn't have an issue with Adam popping in for a quick hello. He didn't - of course he didn't - but he seemed particularly disgruntled now. He hadn't been upset, just disappointed, to know that Dean had a problem with them still sharing a body - with John, he seemed irritated. Maybe I won't have to punch him, he mused, I feel like you'd do that yourself right now.
Michael didn't agree. He didn't disagree, either.
"Hey, I wouldn't blame you." Sam offered them a crooked smile and Adam finally relaxed again. Michael was slower to follow, rolling their shoulders slightly and taking a deep breath.
Sam let them into the kitchen, and Adam draped the towel back over their shoulders, setting their jaw and stubbornly refusing to look at John once they entered. Instead, he took note of the others' positions first. Dean was sitting - and Adam was somewhat startled to see Castiel leaning over the back of the hunter's chair with his arms wrapped around Dean (Michael was less surprised, but he practically beamed the moment he saw them, all irritation with John forgotten for the time being). Jack was sitting at the table, though he seemed rather tense; but he smiled at them all the same as Sam went over to sit down beside him. Adam studied them all for a moment, then finally turned their gaze to where John was. But he barely focused on him for more than a second before choosing, instead, to fix his gaze on the woman at his side. It was definitely Mary, Michael recognized her at once. Adam, however, couldn't keep himself from going rigid in time as she met his gaze. At first glance, she almost looked like his own mother.
A part of him insisted that it made sense. John must have a thing for blondes.
He stared for a moment, as the woman gazed at him. He stared until he couldn't anymore, because her expression was too soft, her eyes were too wide, and she had that look on her face, the look that reminded him too much of Kate, and he genuinely couldn't handle that. It was bad enough with Rowena, but with someone who actually somewhat resembled his mother…
For once, he was almost happy to shift his focus to John when the man stood up. But it didn't stop him from narrowing his eyes, mostly at the wary gaze his father fixed on them. "Adam," John greeted, somewhat hesitantly. Then in a low, cautious rumble, he asked, "or am I speaking to the archangel?" And Adam wanted to punch him unconscious. But he didn't. Not just yet.
"You're speaking to both of us," Adam informed him simply. "Right now, though, it's Adam."
John narrowed his eyes slightly for a moment, regarding him cautiously still. But then he seemed to relax, the tension seeming to drain from his shoulders. He took a step forward. Adam didn't move an inch, but he jerked their chin up slightly and narrowed their eyes at his father. "Sam and Dean told me you'd been trapped in a Cage with the Devil," John began slowly, once again cautious, but this time as if he wasn't really sure what he was saying. Adam raised their eyebrows slightly, while Michael struggled to stifle a flicker of anger. "That you were a demon."
Adam smiled dryly. He wished he knew how to do that thing with his eyes on command, because he'd be flashing them at his father right then and there if he'd been able to do so.
"And that you were stuck with…"
"Not stuck," Adam interrupted, narrowing their eyes slightly. "This is a choice."
John paused. He seemed to catch the warning tone, the glare Adam was offering him. What was really interesting was how he didn't seem particularly ready to back down yet, not until he'd lifted his chin and met the demon's gaze completely. Only then did a flicker of surprise cross his expression, a flicker of uncertainty and wariness, and he simply continued to stare until Mary had pushed herself up to step forward beside John. Adam couldn't help but tense as he flicked their gaze back up to her again. Michael's Grace hummed softly around his soul, and he lifted their arms to wrap them around them again, offering a light squeeze until Mary stepped forward and extended a hand to them. "It's nice to meet you. Both of you," Mary added quickly, warmly. "I'm Mary - Sam and Dean's Mom."
Adam sucked in a breath and glanced down at her hand. From the corner of his eye, he saw John grimace and take his seat again, and heard a stifled snicker from Dean before his oldest brother covered it up with a cough. Michael laughed a little himself, albeit internally, at the disgruntled expression on John's face, but Adam's attention was all for Mary right then.
He was struck, not just by her similarities with Kate, but with Sam. The warmth in her eyes, the gentleness, the way she seemed much more ready to accept Michael than John had been. And Dean had certainly taken some traits from John, as it seemed, but his oldest brother, at least, had been quick to open up and admit that he'd been wrong. He'd been quick to put a foot forward and start trying once he and Michael had actually spoken. Given the stony expression on John's face, Adam wasn't too sure whether or not the same approach would work with him, but if he was being completely honest, he didn't care enough to try to level with him, either.
The demon lifted his gaze and clasped his hand with Mary's, staring at her. "Adam," he murmured, and offered Michael's Grace a light nudge with his soul so he'd introduce himself.
"Michael," the archangel greeted, hesitantly, but he seemed to relax when Mary smiled.
"The boys said you two would probably have a hangover." Mary pulled back, and before Adam and Michael could explain to her that they didn't anymore, she was adding, "I made some coffee if you want, and there's still bacon and eggs. It's probably cold now, but I could make more." Adam raised an eyebrow and glanced over, and Michael seemed too pleasantly surprised by the warmth the woman was displaying to both of them to decline. Besides, hangover or no hangover, Adam could still definitely go for some coffee and bacon right about now.
He still wasn't too fond of John…
But maybe having Mary there wouldn't be half-bad.