So, Adam and Michael were now stretched out on their stomach, head propped up on their hands, watching Lucifer as the Devil lightly rolled the chair from one end of the room to the other. Admittedly, Adam wasn't paying much attention to what the Devil was saying - while Michael was hanging onto every word, Adam was lost in his own thoughts. A part of him was still a little miffed at Lucifer, but, admittedly, he couldn't stay mad for too long. He wasn't sure why; Maybe, on some level, he had missed the Devil too much to be pissed. Or maybe it was because of how happy Michael suddenly was, the way he grinned whenever his brother laughed, the content and satisfaction sparkling through him. It was warm, and safe, and stable.

Maybe Adam was just unable to be angry at anything that made the archangel so happy. The demon sighed a little through his nose, eyes tracking Lucifer as the Devil rolled toward the door, his tongue sticking halfway out of his mouth. He was talking about something - something about his son, but Adam had gotten all the information he needed in that particular aspect. The idea of Lucifer being a father was still somewhat surreal to him - Michael gave an internal hum of agreement - but, to be completely honest, it was one of the last things he was focused on.

For a moment, it was almost like the Cage. Just the three of them; Him and Michael, together, listening on in their respective boredom and amusement as Lucifer went on and on, ranting about whatever he wanted to. Michael had realized early on that the Devil had just been somewhat glad to have someone to talk to while they were trapped, even if he didn't always show it. To be honest, Adam understood - at least he'd had Michael to keep him company in the Cage, and even then… but to be completely, utterly alone in isolation like that…

Truth be told, it was a wonder Lucifer hadn't broken like Michael had. Well, no, that wasn't true - the Devil had broken, but in a different way. The Devil had become angry and spiteful; the archangel had softened. Not weakened - Adam refused to believe that any part of Michael was weak. Maybe he was damaged, maybe he was broken, but he wasn't weak. He survived the Cage. He was pulling himself together. He was pushing forward. That took strength.

The demon lowered their hands from their head to cross them over the cot in front of them, and in turn, Michael lowered their head into their arms. Adam shifted it sideways so that they could still watch Lucifer comfortably, and Michael tilted their head ever so faintly upwards, just so they could hear. They both relaxed, content with the new position, and moved on without a thought.

Lucifer crossed his arms behind his head and continued on, grinning, "his mother was hot. Shame she couldn't live through the birth, to be completely honest… but, she was a human, so I'm over it. Kid didn't need a mother, anyway - I mean, shit, he had four dads."

Michael chuckled, and Adam rolled their eyes slightly, despite being more amused than annoyed. This was… honestly the most peaceful they had been since they left the Cage, which was so, so depressingly ironic. The first time they actually began to relax was when the three of them were together again, talking, just like old times. Sure, there were different topics, and there was a different kind of energy in the room, and they weren't trapped, but still.

Lucifer paused, suddenly, and abruptly turned in the chair, a grin lighting his face. "Oh, oh, did I tell you what happened with Amara?" He questioned, and both Michael and Adam took a second to consider that. That had been when Michael was still a little… well, batshit crazy. Adam did, vaguely, recall Lucifer mentioning something about it to him. His Aunt, God's sister, or whatever, who the Devil had described as a 'crazy bitch'.

Michael almost snorted at that, nodding faintly to his brother. "That's when you got out," he recalled, looking thoughtful. "Right? That's when the Cage opened. That was before…" Before Adam had finally had enough and forced Michael up off of his sorry ass, out of his insanity, forced him to focus and think clearly for the first time in years; That was before Adam had picked up the archangel's broken pieces and worked to put him back together himself. The demon paused, raising their head, but only so that he could shift them over onto their back. Michael crossed their arms under their head before Adam had completely relaxed into the cot.

"Whatever happened with Auntie Dearest?" Adam questioned, tilting his head back to watch Lucifer upside down. The Devil let out a low hum, pushing himself across the room, back toward the desk again now and letting his hands drop back into his lap.

"Well, I wasn't there to see the ending of the so called happy-ever-after family reunion. Pretty sure I was on my way to becoming a rock star around that time," Lucifer commented, tilting his head to one side. "But I definitely noticed when the sun started fading. She had actually managed to take the dick down." The Devil snorted, looking a little jealous. "Obviously she didn't end him completely, unfortunately, but from what I saw? She got damn close…"

"The… sun started fading," Adam echoed slowly, not quite understanding.

"Father is the Light," Michael explained at once, closing their eyes for a moment. "And Amara is the Darkness. The universe needs both in order to maintain a healthy balance. That's why, instead of killing her, Father had sent Amara away when she proved to be a threat to humanity, so that he didn't disrupt the balance of the universe."

"Yyyyep," Lucifer popped the 'p', a strange tone lingering in his voice now. "Daddy-o sure has a habit of putting people in timeout when they do anything to displease Him…"

"Yeah," Michael's agreement was quiet, but not as hesitant. Adam hummed a little, internally. While he hated the fact that the archangel was hurting, he was actually… well, kind of proud. Maybe he didn't approve of Michael rushing headfirst into danger just to get back at God, but he liked that the archangel was genuinely trying to sever whatever ties he'd had to his Father, the chains that had been holding him down. "At least He's gone now, though…" He trailed off.

Whatever Lucifer was going to respond with was interrupted, at once, by the door opening; Michael jumped, while Adam just opened their eyes and turned, eyes narrowing at once.

Sam and Dean… it just had to be Sam and Dean.

Something odd had… happened, while Adam had been speaking to Gabriel. Something uncomfortable, and confusing, and something that made him rethink… well, almost everything, if he was being completely truthful. It was something that actually made him doubt himself, and he hated it, because he didn't want to doubt himself - not about this. He's your brother. Whatever he's done, you, at least, should give him a chance… That's what he'd been about to say before he realized that his own words could, very easily, be turned back around on him.

It wasn't that he wanted to be angry - but he deserved to be, didn't he? After everything they had done? The broken promises, the lies? No, Adam wasn't going to falter on this one. He despised his so-called brothers, and that wasn't going to change. The demon narrowed his eyes slightly, silent, as Sam stepped into the room, followed by Dean, who spared them a slightly distrustful glance - in response, Adam bared his teeth and started to growl, just to be a dick, before Michael reeled him back in with a disapproving sigh.

"'Sup." Lucifer raised a hand in a half-hearted, slightly sarcastic wave. Adam raised an eyebrow at the suspicious glances that Sam and Dean threw his way, wondering if Gabriel had said something - but, they didn't seem particularly afraid, or angry, just wary. "Just, y'know, mingling with the commoners." He rolled the chair over toward them, stopping a few feet away.

"Right." Dean narrowed his eyes a little bit, sparing a glance toward Michael and Adam. "We're going back to the graveyard," the hunter continued to Lucifer, who quirked an eyebrow. "Rowena thinks she might have something." Adam raised an eyebrow at that, while Michael was pushing them to sit up again. Judging by how hesitant he seemed to move, his wings were probably still rather sore - to be honest, Adam's back was still aching.

"Heyyyy, that's great." Lucifer flashed them a grin, pushing the chair back and standing up. "And, I guess, you want me to come along."

"That's the general idea," Sam mused, then nudged his shoulder against Dean's. "I'll go get Cas, Rowena and Crowley." Dean just nodded, and Sam turned to leave, both of them missing the way the smile had vanished from Lucifer's face in an instant. Adam and Michael didn't miss it, though, torn between confusion and concern - respectively - as Sam left the room.

"C'mon." Dean turned away from Lucifer, pausing as his gaze flickered over Michael and Adam. After a moment, he turned back, a faint frown appearing on his face now. "You alright?"

"I will be once you go to Hell," Adam responded sweetly, his glare sharpening at once toward the hunter. Lucifer let out a quiet snrk sound, lips tugging into a very faint grin. Michael sighed, and deeply so at that, but he didn't bother chiding the demon this time.

Dean just ran his tongue over his lips and stepped back, turning to leave. Lucifer turned to follow - but not before turning back to his brother and Adam. Then, he promptly raised both hands, aiming finger-guns toward his own head and pretending to shoot - which actually made Adam snicker - before he left the room, leaving the door open behind him.

"Wow," Michael muttered, a faint smile lingering on his lips now.

Adam hummed slightly in agreement, staring after Lucifer. Angry as he might have been before, and irritated as he was, he had missed the Devil. A little more than he had bargained for - whether he was willing to admit it or not, it was nice to have him back, to at least kind of go back to the way they had used to be. The demon rolled their shoulders back, sighing softly through his nose as the aching feeling began to fade, just slightly, from the movement. Odd enough, how the pain started to fade the more he moved - but when he stopped, it all caught up to him.

"Kinda surprised you didn't jump to join them on their quest to the graveyard," Adam commented, amused, as he pushed them to stand. Michael grunted a little, stretching their arms up over their head, and Adam closed his eyes for a moment, stiff muscles relaxing at once.

"After what happened, I think I'll let them handle it for now," Michael muttered, shaking their head a little bit and slowly lowering their arms back down with a low, quiet sigh. "I'm pretty much at less than full power, and I don't want to put you- us-" He corrected, before Adam had a proper chance to get pissed again, "in danger again."

"... uh huh," Adam muttered back, eyes narrowing.

"Just trying to think things through," Michael said innocently, prompting Adam to roll their eyes slightly. Mhm, sure. He was probably just trying to avoid yet another scolding. "Well, that too," the archangel added slyly, and Adam quirked an eyebrow in response.

"Yeah, okay, asshole," the demon sighed a little, turning toward the door. He narrowed his eyes, thinking. He was tired, and Michael most certainly didn't seem opposed to the idea of resting a little bit more - he probably needed it, especially considering how restless he had been in his sleep before - but Adam also really, really, really needed a shower right about then.

"Go get a shower," Michael sighed, stifling a yawn. "I'll meet you in the park?"

Adam nodded, unconsciously bringing a hand up to rub their eyes. He honestly felt the way he did when he was a child - whenever he got tired, he was just completely drained. Like all of the energy had been sucked out of him. And when he had gotten like that, he needed several hours of naps to be able to get himself back to full energy - that hadn't seemed to change.

Sighing a little as the archangel retreated, Adam stretched one last time before heading off. Things were, slowly and surprisingly, beginning to look up.