Michael's dreams were more peaceful than anyone could expect. He dreamed he was back in Heaven, with his siblings, his family reunited again. He dreamed of Lucifer and Gabriel, pulling pranks on the other angels with them, dodging Uriel and Raphael and causing as much trouble as possible without actually getting in trouble. He dreamed of the days before the Rebellion, before Lucifer's Fall; When they were happy, and free, and young. Those were the good days, the Golden Days, and Michael relished every second he could spend like this.

But, all good things must come to an end. Waking up wasn't as peaceful, nor was it as gratifying. He did awake feeling much better - much stronger, that is to say, but a bit confused. Everything was still by the time he had awoken, and quiet; After a moment, taking a good few seconds to wake up completely, he finally pushed himself forward to take control. There was no restraint as he did so, no battle, and he realized at once that Adam seemed to have retreated.

The archangel sighed and pushed them up a little to look around, blinking a few times as he took in their surroundings. Adam had brought them to a park, it seemed. Not one from the memory, no - this one was smaller, but just as abandoned. It was dark, the stars glittering above, clouds covering the moon, a soft breeze brushing across the area. The sound of trees rustling and swings creaking made him think back to the park from Adam's memories.

And, of course, one would assume that was where Adam was now - he must have been hit with the same bit of nostalgia. The archangel retreated at once, letting them fall back into the grass.

Finding the park again wasn't hard - it was brought back up, to the front of their mind, relevant once more. And, of course, he was pleased to see Adam there when he arrived. The demon was settled on the swings, as per usual, lightly gliding back and forth as he stared down. His gaze flickered up, however, as Michael approached - and, for just a second, his expression brightened considerably. The archangel stopped short at that, genuinely stunned - but the expression was masked as quickly as it had come. Regardless, Michael was still left marveling over that as Adam spoke. "Well, well, good morning, sleeping beauty."

"Ah… hush," Michael mumbled, running his fingers through his hair. He continued forward, sparing the demon a slightly curious look as he sat down on the swing beside him, lightly pushing himself back a little bit and letting himself swing forward. "I'm sorry," he added after a moment, meaning it. "I didn't mean to, uh… fall asleep. It's not supposed to happen, anyway."

"Oh, yeah, no. You're absolutely horrible." Adam pushed himself back a little as well, taking his feet off of the ground and letting himself swing forward, just a little higher than Michael. After a moment of watching, curious, the archangel did the same, pushing himself back as far as he could before letting himself go. "Really, you should be burned at the stake. Needing a rest because you overwork yourself constantly? Blasphemy. I know where we're going next; Somewhere with a guillotine. Horrible, horrible angel, you are."

Despite himself, Michael was smiling by the end of Adam's little speech, digging his heels into the ground to stop himself as he came back down. He pushed himself a little bit lighter after that, turning his gaze to the demon beside him. Adam wasn't quite smiling, but the rage had been considerably stifled, something akin to amusement having replaced it for the time being. "... I have a question."

"Shoot, halo."

"How is it," Michael started, pushing himself back again and swinging forward. "That you're scared of heights, but you can swing without a problem?" Adam didn't respond, but he stopped the swing short, an odd look crossing his face for a second as Michael continued, "it's just that every time we're in here, you go straight to the swings. And you can push yourself as high as it can go and not even care at all."

"... See, you're asking questions I don't know the answer to," Adam grumbled, pushing himself back again. "Ask me what year it is or something. I can answer that. Swings? I don't know, man. At least, I mean, I can hold onto these." He rattled the chains holding the swings up a little. "I'm not gonna, like, fall off or anything. So."

"Mm…" Michael fell silent for a moment, considering that, before he registered another part of Adam's sentence - ask me what year it is. The archangel paused and looked over again, and the demon smirked a little to himself, of course, already knowing what was next. "Alright, what-"

"2019," Adam interrupted before he had even finished the sentence, sounding rather smug. Michael quirked an eyebrow at that, but shook his head a little, choosing instead to focus on what Adam was saying. "So we've been in Hell for ten years." He looked over at the archangel, clearly waiting for a reaction, but Michael only frowned, silent, thinking, before giving nothing more than a nod and looking away again, swinging himself backwards once more.

"... That's it?" Adam questioned disbelievingly. "We've been in Hell for ten years, and that's- that's okay with you?" At that, Michael almost snorted, stopping the swing again with a frown.

"Of course not, Adam," the archangel chided, letting his head fall back to stare up at the sky. "But, I mean- what can we do, right? We're out now. We can't change how long we were in there for, so why bother worrying about it?" Michael hesitated a little, frowning. "... Besides, honestly, it- it felt like a lot longer than ten years. So it doesn't really matter how long it was up here."

Adam fell silent for a few moments, thinking about that. Then, with a slow, steady sigh, he looked back up at the sky himself, pushing himself back a little once more. "Yeah. Guess so."

Michael nodded a little, looking over at the demon as the last of his fury seemed to diminish right then and there. At least, for the time being, he was mostly calm. The archangel watched him for a moment before turning away again, leaning his head back. "Anything on Lucifer?"

Adam frowned, and the disappointment radiating from the demon gave Michael his answer before Adam had even opened his mouth to respond. "Nah. I haven't- really been looking, to be honest?" He snorted a little and suddenly fell back, letting himself crash backwards into the mulch. A quiet "oof" left the demon's lips, bringing a very faint smile to Michael's face, just for a second, before he continued, "I've been kinda busy, you know, trying to figure out where and when we are. And stealing clothes."

Michael arched an eyebrow, and Adam shot him a quick side-glance, before simply shrugging as if to say don't ask. "Right." The archangel frowned and looked away again, thinking. Lucifer could be anywhere on Earth - literally anywhere. And, sure, Michael felt a lot better after his little rest, but he didn't think he was exactly at full strength. Not enough to go around the whole world looking for his brother. And, above all that, for the first time, he realized, he couldn't even sense Lucifer at all.

"Oh, yeah, that. There's that."

"Well…" Michael trailed off and shook his head a little. "We're out of the Cage, right? That's one step forward." He looked down, swinging backwards again. "We'll figure everything out in due time. We just… gotta stay focused."

Adam didn't respond for a moment. There was a slight tingle of relief coming from him, however, startlingly enough. Relief, and satisfaction, and something else that Michael couldn't quite place. The archangel spared the demon another glance, which Adam returned silently before he turned away again, rolling over onto his stomach and stretching out with a sigh. "Whatever," he sighed, but his tone lacked any trace of irritation or annoyance now. Simply, quiet. Blank. "But I'm not doing shit until tomorrow. I've been walking all day, I had to deal with people, and at one point I was actually fucking approached by a child."

"Oh, no, a child," Michael muttered, "how horrible." Adam finally shot him a glare, the irritation returning tenfold as if to make up for lost time, and the archangel shook his head a little. "Teasing, Adam, relax. I'll take the lead tomorrow. It's your turn to rest."

"I don't need rest because I don't stress myself out like you do," Adam retorted with a roll of his eyes. "With that said, though, I don't wanna do all the work. So, yeah. Your lead tomorrow."

"Suppose then we should be able to tell when tomorrow is," Michael noted, lips twisting into a frown once more. Adam gave nothing more than a small hum of agreement, and Michael spared him another glance before sighing and pushing himself up off of the swing, grabbing the chain to pull it to a stop. "One of us should be out there, anyway. In case…"

"Someone tries to approach us thinking we're a homeless hippie or something?" Adam finished with a very, very slight smirk finally appearing on his face as he rolled over again and peered up at Michael. "Good point, asshole. Welp, guess your shift starts early."

"Mm, guess so." Michael looked down at him, lips twitching slightly. After a moment, though, he stepped back. "You're always welcome to join me, though. You know, in case you get lonely," he added innocently, recalling the way Adam had practically lit up when he'd seen him enter the park. At this, however, the demon's eyes narrowed, and he looked about ready to jump up to defend himself before Michael raised his hands in an amused but placating gesture, stepping away. "Once again, Adam, teasing."

"Tease me again and I'll start plucking feathers," Adam warned, baring his teeth at the archangel. "Like a chicken, bitch."

Michael certainly wasn't intimidated, but he didn't know whether to laugh or be confused by that statement. Like a chicken? He questioned internally, with a tilt of his head, and Adam merely squinted at him, teeth still bared. Michael just hummed, almost thoughtfully, then dropped his hands and took another step back. "Message received. Offer still stands, though."

"I don't get lonely," Adam insisted indignantly, pushing himself to sit up and propping himself up on his hands as he eyed the archangel. "Don't you have to go keep watch or something? Go on, you-" He gestured with one hand, the other holding himself. "-Angelic guard dog, or whatever."

"Well, now I'm confused. Am I a dog or a chicken?" Michael frowned a little, almost genuinely puzzled by that. Adam gave him a flat look before just flopping backwards again and crossing his arms over his face, seemingly done with the entire conversation. Michael looked down at him for a moment, then sighed and looked away again. "Alright, then."

"Don't go chasing any squirrels, now," Adam called as Michael shut his eyes, bracing himself and surging back up to take control once again. He pushed them up once he had, glancing around. It seemed like Adam had just dumped them in the middle of the park - Michael hadn't really looked around too much before. He also noticed, inevitably, that they were wearing different clothes - kind of stylish, actually. Adam had chosen a dark red suit to change into, with the tag still on it; Michael sighed a little, twisting it off easily enough before pushing them to their feet once more. It'd probably look weird to humans if he just sat in the park all night…

They're all asleep anyway, Adam protested internally, and Michael raised an eyebrow, wandering over to one of the benches. And we'll be out before they get here anyway, probably.

"Maybe," Michael allowed, sitting down on the bench and crossing one leg over the other. He leaned back, relaxing, and tilted his head back to stare up at the sky for a moment, eyebrows raising and pinching together silently. It had been a really long time, admittedly, since he'd seen the stars like this - and even then, he'd never been able to admire them from Heaven.

I hope we find Lucifer soon, Adam muttered, and Michael paused, frowning, as the demon got himself settled again. He took Michael up on his offer after a good few seconds - not that Michael was surprised - and joined him, taking half-control and tilting their head back to look toward the moon. "This whole search party thing is for the birds. Besides, sooner we find him, the sooner we can focus on finding Sam and Dean."

Michael paused, flicking their gaze over the moon quietly, taking in the stars surrounding it. "Adam-" He started, but he didn't quite finish. He knew Adam's anger toward the Winchesters went deeper than he could ever imagine. Even what he felt second-hand from the demon couldn't possibly measure up to the amount of hurt, and fury, and betrayal that was writhing around inside of him. But Michael knew, first-hand, how dangerous that anger really was. Of course it was okay to be angry, but…

… but if Michael had forgotten, and forgiven Lucifer sooner than he had, then maybe they wouldn't be in this mess.

"It's a different situation," Adam growled, dropping their gaze abruptly. He brought their arms up, wrapping around them, almost as if it were some kind of shield - some way to distance himself further. "They left me. Just like God left you. Lucifer didn't do anything like that - and he didn't make any promises he knew he wouldn't be able to keep. Or that he knew he just didn't care enough to follow up on." Silence followed, just for a few seconds, before Adam continued, "At least Lucifer never lied."

Michael fell silent, at that. Adam had a point. Sam and Dean were Adam's brothers, but it was a different situation. For a moment, he wondered if he'd ever be able to feel that kind of fury toward God - if he'd ever be able to think of himself highly enough to believe he hadn't gotten exactly what he deserved.

"Nobody deserves to be left like that," Adam muttered. "Not Luce, not me, and not you. No matter what you've done, that…" The demon trailed off, inhaling deeply, and turned their gaze back to the sky. "That's just… cruel. Completely, utterly cruel. You did everything God asked of you, and it still wasn't good enough. That doesn't mean there's something wrong with you, though. You follow the rules, you lose. You rebel, like Luce did, and you still lose. There's no winning with people like Him, and Sam, and Dean." He fell quiet for a moment. "... At the end of the day, they're all just the same. And guys like us, we're just the ones that have to deal with it."

Michael shifted a little, lightly moving one arm to rest it over the back of the bench. He was right, of course, for the most part - and while Michael wasn't quite sure where he stood on the revenge part of it, still, he knew that, regardless, he would support Adam. They'd come too far now for him not to, at least. And, he knew, Adam was the last one that deserved to be treated like that. To be left behind the way he had been. He'd had nothing to do with this before. He'd been happy.

He'd been pulled out of Heaven, only to be thrust into Hell. In so many ways, they were the same; And in so many ways, they were different. It just depended on how you looked at it.

"Yeah," Michael finally responded, a little quieter than before. "You're right."

"'Course I'm right," Adam sighed, eyebrows furrowing as he shifted, pulling their legs up onto the bench beside them and relaxed against the back once more, resting their chin on their arm. "... I've tried forgetting it, you know. Forgetting them. But it's just…" He trailed off, swallowed, and closed their eyes. "It's so… so damn hard, man."

"It's okay, Adam," Michael murmured. "Believe me, if anyone understands…" He sighed, leaving the sentence unfinished. "We're going to be alright, though," he added after a few moments. "Eventually. All of us." Adam gave nothing more than a hum of agreement, finally opening their eyes again to look back up at the sky. Michael fell silent, as well, after that, as Adam retracted his control and simply settled down with him to watch the stars.