"Why does my brother hate you?" Adam leans over Michael's shoulder from where he is tentatively grooming all six - and really, why does he need that many? - wings after the fight with Raphael. "He says you're a dick. I mean, I get that you tried to bodysnatch him, but still. He's acting like a douche." Michael twists his head to look at Adam quietly. He doesn't speak for a long moment, his wings folding close to his body and slumping slightly. "Because I 'bodysnatched' you. You are his youngest brother. He got you back for a short amount of time before I took you." There is a few minutes of silence while Adam combs through Michael's sensitive wings, trying not to touch too hard. The archangel warned him of how sensitive the skin was before he started.
"That's why Dean hates you?" Michael shrugs and hangs his head in shame. "We didn't start well with him. Angels, I mean." He stops himself as he trips over his words again. "His first experience of an angel was after Castiel had raised him from Perdition. He attempted to talk to Dean, but managed to scare him senseless. He had thought that my vessel would be able to withstand his true voice, but he was wrong. That's the reason he took Jimmy Novak as a vessel. And after Castiel blinded the psychic - Pamela? - it didn't improve Dean's view on angels. Gabriel didn't help." Adam's hands still when he sees Michael's wings slump slightly and he crawls around to sit in the archangel's lap. His arms slide around Michael's neck and he buries his face in his shoulder. Michael circles his arms around Adam's waist and rocks the two of them gently, needing the comfort. "Then I tried to take him as a vessel," he continues after a moment, his face pressed into Adam's too-bony shoulder. The blond boy is all sharp angles and bones, his eyes too big in his thin face, and Michael hates it. Wishes there was something he could do, but Adam won't let him. "When that failed, I took you. The brother Dean and Sam had just got back from the dead. That's why Dean dislikes me. In a nutshell, of course. It's much more complex than that." He doesn't say any more, preferring not to go into detail. Adam doesn't speak for a few minutes and Michael glances at him, worried that he is either upset or asleep. He lifts his face from Michael's shoulder to kiss him softly, a small smile playing on his face. "He always told me angels were dicks who didn't give a shit about anything. Guess it was true in your case. Now... I'm not so sure. Why aren't you?"
"Because of you." Adam's eyebrows lift fractionally and he stares at Michael. When he first looks, the cool blue eyes betray no emotion, staring back at him, but- there. Right there. A small flicker in Michael's eyes give away his emotions. It's strange. He knows the archangel better than he should. Centuries in the Cage have taught him certain mannerisms of Michael's, and he knows when the archangel is feeling certain emotions. "Because of me, huh?" Michael's eyebrows knit together slightly at the teasing note in Adam's voice. He asks if the blond didn't hear, and Adam bursts out laughing. "Oh, no. I heard. Say it again, though." He moves closer, leaning his forehead against Michael's, and kisses the tip of his nose. "Why aren't you a dick?" Michael sighs, as if he can't believe Adam is making him do this. "Because of you." Adam tackles him and attempts to pin him to the mattress, peppering light kisses over his face and laughing when Michael protests, pushing him off and leaning over to kiss him. The archangel tells him to go to sleep, and he curls against him, pulling the covers up.
Dean had always told him that angels were dicks, not to be trusted with anything. He could see why. Castiel hadn't exactly made a favourable impression on his brothers. Neither had Raphael, Zachariah, or Michael. Lucifer was a given. But Adam had never been able to help but wonder whether Dean was wrong. After all, despite everything Castiel did wrong, he was always the one to help Sam and Dean when everything else failed. Maybe in his own way, he'd been trying to give them space. Michael, too; Adam knew why Michael had tried to persuade Dean to become his vessel. He'd been trying to save his Father's favourite creations from complete destruction. That wasn't to say he didn't go about it like a dick, but each angel had their way of trying to help. Castiel came in at the last minute; Michael did the only thing he knew how to do; he went in, guns blazing, and tried his best to help.
Adam smiles to himself, listening to Michael breathe in the darkness. No, angels aren't all dicks.