Pulling back, Michael was grinning from ear to ear as he got a good look at the demon in front of him. He almost didn't want to believe it, almost didn't want to build up his hope just for it to shatter all over again - but this had to be real, because he could feel it all on Adam's end, the relief and happiness, he could see the emotions flickering through his eyes, the smile on his face, and it was everything he had been longing to see. He kept his hands on Adam's shoulders, not willing to release his grip just yet, fingers curling into the fabric of the suit the demon was wearing, looking him over carefully, as if searching for wounds, injuries - but there were none, and of course there weren't, they were in their heads - in their dreams, and right here, right now, Adam was perfectly fine. They were together, and Adam was fine, and Michael felt weak with relief.
"It's so good to see you," they mumbled together, as one, and they both only gave a second's pause before they were laughing. Adam's laughter surprised him for a moment, how easy it came, and how genuinely happy the demon seemed - it made him want to pull him back into the hug and not let go this time, but he knew he couldn't do that. Not right then, at least. The archangel shook his head slightly, almost in disbelief. And with that, came the realization that he had been absolutely terrified, this whole time, that he might not ever see Adam again. And now that he was, it was hitting him all at once, the fear and pain.
Adam just shook his head and chuckled a little, gripping the front of Michael's shirt and pushing him back a little, glancing him over just as Michael had been before. Of course - he was doing the same thing the archangel had done, and he stayed still and steady until Adam was satisfied that he was okay, the soft grin on his face widening even further, his eyes sparkling warmly. Then, with a soft sigh, Adam released his grip on Michael's shirt and shook his head again. "Michael, man, I…" He trailed off for a moment, letting his breath out in a huff. "I'm sorry."
Whoa, he had actually beat Michael to the apology. He wasn't expecting that.
But he understood what Adam was apologizing for - he understood why he was sorry. For pushing him away, pushing him out, right when he needed him the most. Michael knew it had been for his own sake, but it didn't make it hurt any less. It didn't hurt because he was being pushed away, though, it didn't hurt because Adam hadn't wanted him there anymore, but it had hurt because the demon had genuinely thought the only way to go through this was to go through this alone. He fell silent, thinking back to the fear, the anxiety, the panic and all those horrible emotions that had been swirling around inside of him the second they were separated. Desperately wondering if he was okay, if he was even alive, what Chuck was doing to him…
He wasn't angry - it was hard to be angry with Adam, to be completely honest, especially when he was just so glad that the demon was okay. But he was worried about what this meant for them. If Adam was so willing to put his own life second to Michael's… Not that the archangel wouldn't do the same, but he still didn't like the thought. "Don't be sorry," he mumbled after a moment, letting out a heavy sigh and searching the demon's gaze. "Just be safe."
"I am," Adam promised, holding his gaze, then paused, hesitated, and looked away.
Michael blinked at him, eyebrows furrowing slightly, and he shifted to take a few steps forward, leaning slightly to the side in order to bring Adam's gaze back to him. He succeeded; The movement made the demon's eyes flicker back to him immediately, and Michael continued to search his eyes, desperately wondering what he was thinking. "... are you?" He asked slowly, but not hesitantly. Adam, however, definitely looked hesitant. Then, taking a deep breath, the demon turned on his heel and headed off for the swings. Michael followed him immediately, not needing to be told to know that was what the demon had intended anyway.
"Honestly?" Adam fell back into one of the swings and began to push himself back. Michael took his seat carefully, wrapping his arms around the chains and never taking his eyes off of him. "I don't really know if I am or not - not one-hundred percent anyway. It's hard to tell." He glanced over at the archangel, and Michael just stared at him, not quite understanding. He was definitely concerned, though, by what Adam might mean by that.
"Where are you?"
"I don't know." Adam shrugged a little, looking somewhat confused. "This chick - a demon, she, uh… okay, so Chuck took me back to… I don't know, his house or something after we left Hell, he put me in a Devil's trap, and then left for a bit to go to some girl's- I don't know," he insisted at the increasingly bewildered expression that was spreading across Michael's face, while the archangel just raised his eyebrows slightly for Adam to continue. "But, anyway, this demon chick came by and I managed to convince her to let me out if I help her find Sam and Dean."
Michael stared at him for a long time, still confused, then looked away again. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, slowly piecing that together. That… definitely didn't sound good. A little too convenient for Michael's liking, but he didn't want to jump to conclusions just yet. He didn't understand why Chuck would have just left Adam at his house unattended. His Father was overconfident, sure, but he was far from stupid. Again, master manipulator here. It just didn't seem like something he would do, something he wouldn't think about. If he wanted Adam as bait, he would have made sure that bait stayed exactly where it was. But he hadn't, and the demon had gotten away - but Michael didn't think that was entirely an accident.
"Yeah." The archangel twitched and glanced over; Adam was watching him intently, a grim look written across his face, and Michael's eyebrows furrowed. "Too easy, isn't it?"
"Seems that way," Michael responded slowly, pursing his lips and looking away again. Adam sighed and looked down, continuing to push himself on the swing, and Michael furrowed his eyebrows together silently, mouth twisting. He thought back to everything his Father had said before - his new idea, his new plan. It had made him feel uneasy then and it was making him uneasy now, because, he feared, he might just be piecing it together. "We, um…" He spoke up after a few seconds, frowning. "Sam, Dean and I- we made it to his house. We were going to rescue you, but you weren't there. He was, though."
Adam looked over at him, not bothering to mask the concern flickering through his eyes. "You guys okay?" He asked quietly, and Michael didn't miss that - the, you guys - his concerns extending to Sam and Dean as well. It made him smile, just a little bit, as he offered the demon a nod in response. Adam relaxed, looking back down, dragging his feet across the ground and slowing the swing down slightly. For a while, neither of them spoke, just thinking, before Adam broke the silence once again. "What happened?"
"Well." Michael looked away again, recounting the recent events. He decided to start from the very beginning, after Adam had expelled him. "After you- after I-" The archangel couldn't finish that sentence, so he started again. "I made my way back to the bunker." He shook his head a little bit, frowning. "I was intending to find Sam, but I ran into Dean instead. I didn't have a vessel yet, so after I explained everything, he offered for me to possess him so we could rescue you."
"Dean?" Adam uttered, disbelief lacing his words, and Michael nodded, looking back over at him and furrowing his eyebrows slightly. He couldn't help but chuckle a little at the bewildered look on the demon's face, the surprise. "We're still talking about the same Dean, right?" He checked, and Michael nodded again, amused, while Adam sank back a bit and puffed his cheeks out, letting his breath out in a sharp, heavy huff and shaking his head. "Whoa."
"Yes, it was very surprising," Michael murmured, leaning his head sideways against one of the chains and looking away once again. "And kind of awkward at first, but we've got somewhat of an arrangement going. I don't want to make him uncomfortable, but he seems to be warming up to me a little…" He trailed off as Adam huffed out another sigh, and blinked, looking back over at the demon. There was an odd look on his face now, something Michael couldn't quite place at first, so he turned his attention to the emotions flickering through the demon's chest. There was a tiny bit of anxiety, and something a little colder - cold, and yet burning like fire. Jealousy…
Michael furrowed his eyebrows, studying him. "I intend to leave the moment I find you, Adam," he informed the demon carefully, and Adam glanced back over at him, silent. "It's temporary."
Adam studied him for a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips, but he looked away before Michael could catch a good glimpse. Satisfied he had gotten through to the demon, the archangel looked away and started pushing himself back slightly on the swing, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth and narrowing his eyes. "Anyway, keep going," Adam murmured, looking back over at him. "What happened when you got there?"
"Well," Michael started up again, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. "Lucifer and Gabriel were there, as well, by the time we arrived. By that time, they had already beaten my Father down into a… more or less defenseless state."
Adam blinked, and tilted his head. "Must've been satisfying…"
"Oh, it was," Michael murmured, lips twitching, and Adam glanced over at him, a small grin forming on the demon's lips now. "But I found punching him myself even more satisfying."
"No way!" Adam gasped, and Michael couldn't bite back his grin in time, looking over at the demon and giving a small nod. Adam promptly started laughing - and by laughing, I mean full-on, throw-your-head-back laughing, looking and sounding like a little kid. Hell, he almost fell off of his swing, he was laughing so hard. "Oh, dude, what I wouldn't give to have seen that! Damn! You gotta show me when we're back together again, halo," he demanded.
Michael grinned and shook his head a little bit, but there was nothing but warmth and amusement flickering through his eyes. "You got it."
"Look at that - asshole's a badass now," Adam cackled, continuing to push himself back and forth on his swing now. The grin on his face wasn't going away this time, and Michael just watched him, his own grin widening even further. "Shit, man. Wow." There was almost a sense of childlike glee flickering through his eyes, and Michael could feel it just as strongly, the pure and utter joy the demon was feeling, like it was his own. Hell, it probably was. "Wow…"
"Yeah," Michael murmured, continuing to watch him for a moment. He did eventually look away though, the grin on his face settling into a softer kind of smile as he pushed himself back again, lifting his head with a low, content sigh as he swung forward, enjoying the feeling of the wind brushing his hair back. It fell right back into his face almost immediately, only to be swept back again when he kicked himself back again, gently swinging back and forth. "So… basically, we've just got him kinda locked up in his own house now. Everyone's trying to do so much…" He shook his head a little, looking down, eyebrows furrowing. "And I just want you back."
Adam was silent for a while after that, somewhat unresponsive. He continued pushing himself on the swing, rubbing his hands up and down the chains and staring down at the ground, his face twisted up in thought and his eyebrows pinched together. Michael looked over at him for a moment, his own eyebrows furrowing at the expression on his face. Something akin to guilt, uncertainty, but he wasn't speaking. And the archangel didn't like that one bit; He could feel the emotions radiating from the demon, but he couldn't hear what he was thinking anymore.
No, Michael didn't like it. He didn't like that hesitance, not a bit.
"What- what are- what are you thinking?" The archangel managed to mumble, wide eyes not moving from his best friend. Adam grimaced a little and tilted his head back with a soft, almost silent sigh, and Michael felt the anxiety hit him at full fucking force. "You- you do still want to come back, right? I- I mean, you…" He stared at the demon, desperate, confused.
"Of course I do," Adam insisted, his gaze snapping back to Michael immediately.
"Then what…" Michael swallowed hard, still trying to fight back the wave of panic that had engulfed him. He didn't understand; Adam had never kept things from him before, he'd never censored himself or hesitated to say something; He'd always just said what was on his mind, told Michael like it is. So for him to be so hesitant now, so reluctant to say whatever was wrong, no, that definitely sent off warning bells. Adam's eyes widened slightly, an odd emotion flickering across his face, and Michael felt his breathing hitch at the same time; Yep, he was nearing a panic attack. Because there was only one thing in this world he couldn't live without, and that was Adam. So even the slightest possibility of him not getting Adam back…
"Halo, hey," Adam leaned over, reaching out to grab Michael's shoulder. The archangel flinched a little, still struggling to fight against the rush of panic, wave over wave crashing over his head, threatening to bring him down completely. "Michael, listen to me - of course I want to come back. I am coming back, I promise," he pressed, and Michael swallowed, forcing himself to focus on the demon. "It's just- it's not safe right now."
"Safe?" Michael echoed, his voice cracking slightly. He bit his lip and swallowed, screwing his eyes shut, trying to calm down - his chest felt unbelievably tight.
"Just calm down," Adam soothed, his voice a lot softer than the archangel would have expected; And, despite himself, it helped to steady him just a little. "Deep breaths in and out, remember? Just calm down and breathe," he repeated himself, and Michael cleared his throat and swallowed again, taking in a deep, slightly shaky breath and letting it out in a low huff. "Come on, man, you know me better than that," the demon mumbled, honestly sounding just a little bit hurt. "You know there's no way in hell I could survive without you. And I wouldn't do that to you- I wouldn't do that to either of us." He rubbed Michael's shoulder, squeezing slightly, and Michael took in another soft, unsteady breath and nodded, fighting past the lump in his throat.
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't," Adam interrupted. "Just breathe."
The archangel shook his head a little, running his tongue over his lips and finally blinking his eyes open. He could see a little clearer now, the dizzying blur fading slightly, and his blue eyes flickered as he struggled to focus on Adam. The demon just stared at him, silent, steady, grounding - and Michael just gazed back until the pressure on his chest loosened.
"Why…" He managed to choke out after a few good seconds, and Adam just furrowed his eyebrows, silent, supportive. "You said it wasn't safe." Michael inhaled deeply. Not safe… Adam wasn't scared of Chuck, was he? He had never displayed so before, but… But even then, that wouldn't be enough to turn Adam away. After everything that had just happened, he had made it pretty damn clear that he would put himself in Chuck's path a million times over if it meant Michael was safe - so whatever was going on, it couldn't be that.
"It's not," Adam murmured, slowly pulling his hand off of Michael's shoulder, hesitant, as if he was afraid Michael could unravel the second he wasn't making contact anymore. The archangel held himself steady, though, consoling himself with the reassurance that he was about to get an explanation - or, at least, he hoped so. "That demon chick I told you about?" The demon studied him, searching his eyes carefully, and Michael managed a shaky nod. "Like I said, she's looking for Sam and Dean - well, supposedly, she's looking for a ring that Crowley might know the location of and, by extension, the Winchesters- it's really complicated." The demon shook his head a little, looking frustrated. "God, I hate that word. So much. Right now."
Michael stared at him, still not understand. "But…" The archangel shook his head a little bit, somewhat desperately. "I don't understand- why would that…?"
"This chick apparently has beef with the Winchesters." Adam told him matter-of-factly, blowing his hair out of his face and looking back over at Michael. "Knew 'em, once upon a time. And, according to her, she got dragged down to Hell by Hellhounds and they wouldn't help her, or some shit - I don't know, but I do know whatever happened, she's blaming the wrong guys." Michael blinked, at that, eyebrows furrowing faintly in consideration, as Adam shrugged. "Chuck told me something, back in Hell. He said he was the reason Sam and Dean pretty much forgot about my existence. Basically? I was written out of the story, because I didn't fit. And I'm wondering if that's just what happened to her, and- if so, I…" He faltered a little, looking away. "I don't think she's bad, man, but I think she's angry, and hurt, and I know what that feels like, and what it carries. If she gets to Sam and Dean, there's no telling what she'd do to them."
"Oh…" Michael trailed off, licking his lips, eyes widening as the realization set in. Of course, he wasn't protecting himself, he wasn't scared for himself - Michael had known that all along. What he wasn't expecting, not really, was for the ones he was protecting to be the Winchesters. But the concern, the caution he was feeling - that was, undoubtedly, real. Genuine. He wanted to keep his brothers safe, and he was sacrificing so much by doing so. The archangel relaxed, if only slightly, staring at the demon - then, hesitantly, he reached out to place his hand over one of Adam's, one the demon had curled around the chains on the swing; Adam jolted a little in surprise, but he relaxed into the touch almost immediately, looking up and over at him.
"It'll be okay," the archangel murmured, exhaling as the rest of the anxiety seemed to drain from him. If Adam said he couldn't come back yet, then the archangel would believe him, and he'd support him, even as desperate as he was to have him back with him again. He trusted the demon's judgement. If it wasn't safe, it wasn't safe. But Michael still wanted to be there for him, in any way that he could be, at least. "We'll figure it out. Together."
"Unlimited…" Adam muttered under his breath, a soft chuckle breaking through his lips. "Together, we're unlimited… together, we'll be the greatest team there's ever been…"
Michael couldn't help a small laugh, searching his memory for the song. Yes, it was one he remembered - one he would sing to himself day and night, pacing the Cage, while Adam watched and listened. It was a song he had picked directly from the demon's memory - well, he had been a human at the time, and one that, on occasion, Adam would begin humming all on his own as they sat alone in the darkness, or as they watched the flames rising high. He didn't know what the song was from, but he knew they both liked it. "Dreams, the way we planned 'em," he murmured back quietly, eyebrows furrowing, wondering if he was getting it right.
"If we work in tandem…" Adam hummed softly, a grin forming on his lips. In response, Michael couldn't help his own smile, along with a soft chuckle, shaking his head at the demon.
"There's no fight we cannot win," their voices rose up together, as one, in complete harmony; They had never sang together, not like this, but they found their voices seemed to fit together better than either one of them had expected. Adam didn't sing often anymore, not since the Transformation, and Michael had stopped long ago, when the demon had pulled him out of his insanity, fighting tooth and nail to get the archangel back to a somewhat stable state of mentality. They had sang, back then, in a desperate attempt to pierce through the darkness. Now, as they sang, there was something much lighter, much more carefree. It was different, very much so, from the way he had sang with his brothers in Lilith's Chamber; because this was with Adam, and with Adam, he just felt completely… free.
"Just you and I, defying gravity!" Adam let his head fall back, laughing again as he sang, pushing himself back on the swing and rocketing forward with a grin on his face. And Michael found himself doing the same, going a little higher just for the hell of it, and enjoying the rush that swelled up in his chest when he came back down.
"With you and I, defying gravity," he sang back with a few laughs of his own, feeling like the weight had been lifted from his shoulders, the grief and anxiety and confusion was gone; Because he was with Adam again and, during this time, all was right with the world.
"They'll never bring us down…" Adam breathed, and Michael looked over at him. The grin on the demon's face had faded a little bit, to something much softer, somewhat wistful. The archangel simply watched him, until that smile softened, a gentler look replacing the slight sorrow written across his face. He reached out, pulling his hand out from under Michael's and instead reaching over to hook his arm over the archangel's, fingers curling around his wrist.
"What can I do?" Michael asked quietly after a moment, and Adam looked over at him again, the smile fading slightly into a much more serious look.
"Don't wake up," Adam sighed, but the smile returned, a little more bittersweet now, and the archangel knew he was only joking. "No, I don't know. I just- I need to figure out what her intentions are before I lead her back to you guys." He fell silent for a moment, contemplating.
Michael leaned his head against the chain, thinking, eyes drifting shut for a good few seconds. He wished there was more he could do… "Maybe if you tell me where you are…" He started, and Adam looked over at him again, blinking, eyebrows furrowing. "I can leave the Winchesters and come help you." The archangel glanced up, searching the demon's gaze for a moment, watching as Adam seemed to consider that. Then, pursing his lips, Adam shook his head.
"Don't waste your powers. Just stay where you are," he cautioned. "Besides, they'll probably need you to help with the Cage, right? They can't afford to lose anyone else. And you know the Cage better than anyone." The archangel sighed a little, looking away. Adam definitely had a point, but that didn't mean he liked it. And, judging by how reluctant the demon seemed to even reject the offer, he didn't like it any more than he did - but it was necessary, and they both knew that. Sacrifices had to be made if they were going to figure this out, if they were going to go up against Chuck, and this was just one they were both going to have to deal with for now. "Besides, I don't even know where I am…" Adam huffed out a sigh through his nose. "I know where I'm going, though - taking her to Minnesota, trying to lead her away from you guys."
Michael nodded a little, storing that information away for later just in case. "You said she had history with Sam and Dean," he spoke up, curious. "What's her name? Maybe they'd know some things she may not be telling you," he suggested, and Adam tilted his head.
"Good point. Her name's Bela - I didn't get a last name." The demon heaved out a soft sigh and shook his head, an odd look crossing his face. "And, man, let me tell you something - the bitch is crazy as fuck. Like, I'm talking PMS-all-the-time. But it's the kind where she's not raging, not really, she's just calm all the time - but you know at any given second you could say the wrong thing and get your head bitten off." A small smile was forming on Adam's face, and Michael watched with growing curiosity; The demon didn't even seem to notice. "She's fierce as hell - it's pretty damn terrifying. And she hates my guts. Seriously…" He sighed softly. "Crazy bitch…"
After a long, long moment of staring, Michael sucked in a sharp breath. "You like her," he breathed out, almost disbelieving, and he watched Adam go rigid in response. The demon opened his mouth as if to respond, but the archangel didn't respond; With a slow grin forming on his lips now, he continued pressing on, "you really like her."
Adam glanced over at him, but said nothing, and that spoke volumes.
"Oh, you really are in trouble." Michael raised his eyebrows, genuinely in awe, but also genuinely enjoying watching Adam's cheeks turn a light, barely-noticeable shade of pink. "Anyone who does this to you has to have some kind of black magic or something. Definitely evil, twisted, hypnotic powers or something- because the Adam I know doesn't blush like that - and look at you, you are redder than Lucifer's eyes!"
"You know what, asshole." Adam cleared his throat. "You can go to Hell."
Michael couldn't choke back the laugh in time, and in response, Adam's mouth tugged into a grin, shaking his head and looking away from the archangel. "I'm just messing with you," Michael assured him, pushing himself back on the swing a little and letting his teasing grin fade into a softer, more genuine smile as he looked up at the sky. "Honestly, I think it's kind of nice. Just… be careful. If you don't trust her, it might not be a good idea to get too close to her," he warned, and Adam just rolled his eyes and nodded, as if he already knew that.
"Yeah, I know. I'm being careful, trust me. That's kinda why I'm leading her away," the demon pointed out, pulling his hand away from Michael's arm, and the archangel offered an innocent shrug in response as Adam went on, "I mean, I've slept with her, and she still doesn't know I'm Sam and Dean's brother, or that you exist, or that I've been lying to her this entire time about where you guys are, so…" The demon gave a one-shouldered shrug. "Yeah. Being careful."
"Good." Michael fell silent for a moment, thinking that over - and then blinked, eyes widening, disbelief flitting across his face as his head snapped back around to face Adam, staring at him. "Wait a second, you what?"
"... Slept with her," Adam repeated himself, a little sheepishly this time, while Michael could only gawk at him, not really knowing what to say. "I- I mean- she was coming onto me and- man, she's hot, like, if you could see her, you'd totally understand. And then I figured, hey, I might as well, 'cause I'm trying to get just close enough to her to figure out whether or not she's really a threat or if maybe Chuck sent her and she's being manipulated- I'm kinda trying to help her but I can't really do any of that without figuring out- okay, wow, I'm shutting up now." He snapped his mouth shut, looking completely embarrassed, and Michael only stared.
Wow. This demon had Adam Milligan rambling and stumbling over his words like this, a kind of vulnerability he would only truly display around Michael - but even then, he knew it was most certainly a rare one. Opening and closing his mouth, the archangel took in several deep breaths and let them out very slowly through his teeth before he finally managed to bring himself to speak again, clearing his throat. "... well, like I said, that's… kind of nice," he murmured, eyebrows furrowing faintly. "Do you really think my Father might be manipulating her?"
"I don't know. I mean, like I said, my escape was a little too easy," Adam reminded him, frowning slightly. "But if he is manipulating her, then she likely doesn't know the full story. So if I can just figure out what's really going on, I'm thinking I might be able to help her. That's why I don't wanna ditch her just yet. If there's a chance, I…" He trailed off, looking down at his hands, seemingly unable to continue. But Michael understood. He really did.
"... Like I said, we'll figure it out," the archangel promised, watching him carefully. Adam just nodded, sitting back slightly and starting to push himself back on the swing again, relaxing once more as Michael went on. "I'll ask Sam and Dean what they know. Hell, maybe I can squeeze some information out of my Father, too," he added thoughtfully, eyes narrowing.
"That'd be great," Adam sighed, shaking his head a little bit. "Because not trusting her is starting to get really, really hard. She just doesn't seem that bad, but I know…" The demon rolled his eyes, seeming frustrated with himself. "Rule number one, never trust anybody." He considered that for a moment, then offered a slight shrug in Michael's direction. "'Cept you. Always trust you." At this, Michael couldn't help a small smile, shaking his head a little and tilting his head back once again to look up at the sky, flicking his gaze over the clouds above.
"Now the problem is, once I have the information…" Michael trailed off, narrowing his eyes slightly. His thoughts turned back into the direction of their connection; If they could connect and talk through their dreams, and emotions, maybe they could connect in other ways. Maybe find a way to strengthen it enough to hear each other's thoughts - hell, for all Michael knew, that had been the case when he'd heard Adam say I'm coming, halo rather than it being a prayer.
"We're connected, right?" Adam mumbled, eyebrows furrowing slightly, and Michael nodded a little, almost smiling to himself - even separated, they were on the same wavelength, almost all the time. "Maybe there's something we can do with that, y'know, like… X-men." Michael stared at him in confusion, so he clarified further. "Mind reading."
"That's what I was thinking."
"See? Already working." Michael couldn't help but huff out a laugh at Adam's words, as the demon only shook his head, grinning. "No, but seriously… we're connected. I mean, if this is possible-" He gestured, and Michael nodded a little, looking around. "Then there's gotta be some way we can still communicate, y'know? Even if we do have to just meet up through this weird dream merge thing…" He shrugged, and Michael only nodded again; They both fell silent, lost in their own thoughts, looking around the park silently. The archangel just exhaled softly through his teeth and looked away, taking in everything as if it were the last time.
"Well, we've got some time to pass," he commented after a moment of silence, and Adam paused, looking over at him. "Why don't you tell me a little more about… Bela? What you know, at least," he added, paused, and spared the demon a glance. "Just leave out the, um… you know," he muttered.
Adam snorted out a laugh at that, rolling his eyes toward the sky. "You're such a prude," he sighed dramatically, and Michael lightly reached over to tap the demon's feet with his own - and Adam returned the kick, just a little harder, but it didn't hurt, and the grin on his face made it clear he was only fooling around. Michael smiled slightly, settling back into the swing once again as the demon started speaking. "Alright, alright… so, back to the crazy bitch…"
Well, they both knew one thing; They were both dreading waking up again.