"Leviathans." Balthazar rubs his chin, staring at the group in Bobby's house. Sam and Dean. Castiel and Michael and Adam. Even Crowley and Belial, deliberately goading each other into fights. Cabin fever. All these people and Angels and Demons piled together, desperately scraping for any bit of information they can find on those Leviathans.
Michael takes Adam, bringing them away from the high tension.
"I feel bad, you know." Adam takes Michael's hand, taking in the waterfall in this secluded corner of the world. Michael frowns and Adam sighs. "I mean- Sam just lost- pretty much everything and here I am being all happy and all, but I can't help it and-"
"It's not your fault." Michael picks at his vessel's shirt. The man himself looks vaguely like a younger John Winchester, and is in some ways vaguely related to their bloodline. Michael made sure his rather troubled soul went to Heaven. "You cannot help what you feel." Adam made a frustrated noise.
"I wish I could." He sighs. "I mean, I'm happy you're here and all, Mike, I love you but it's just unfair to Sam and-" The rest of his words were cut off by Michael's hand on his arm, like a steel vice, tight and painful, heat radiating off his fingers- subtle reminders that Michael is not human.
"You love me?" Michael asks, looking suddenly all too human and voice rough.
"Yeah?" Adam frowns. It's no big deal, really. For him, it was all too easy. He loved his mom, so he said it. He loved his dad, as little as he had seen of him and he said it, and John almost jumped at that and looked at Adam funny the entire day. He loves Michael, and he said that, too.
"Oh." Michael looks away. "Hey. It's no big deal." Adam reaches out for the Archangel. "It is. A big deal. For me." Michael admits, holding onto Adam's hand.
Humans, they love so much, so easily. And Adam does love him, he knows it. They were in each other's head, after all. But they fall out of love just as easily. Angels cannot understand that, not ever. Anything Adam wanted to say was cut off by a scream Michael hears from the Salvage Yard and the sensation of being pulled a world away.
"I choose you," Lucifer says and he shakes Sam, "I choose you-" His grace begins to tear and Sam can see it too,
"You can't do this-" Sam protests, like he does when either him or Dean has to sacrifice themselves to save the world or one another- except no one has to die and he cannot understand why Lucifer would do this-
"Too late." Lucifer whispers, as what must be his father's might rips away his wings feather by feather, he cup's Sam's face, hoping that the human knows how significant this gesture is, him giving up his wings. The pain tears through his back and he wonders what would it be like to be human, to be one of the creatures he hated that badly. But Sam is one of them- they cannot be that bad, if Sam is one of them- He screams, tearing away from Sam's dreamscape.
Sam wakes with a jolt, shirt soaked through with cold sweat, feverishly hoping that it was just a dream. Then Lucifer drops onto the floor, human for all intents, Adam and Michael appear out from thin air and Dean and Castiel and Bobby bursts through the door, both hunters holding shotguns and Cas holding his sword out.
"What the hell!" Dean swears at Lucifer's unconscious body, shotgun pointed at him.
"He's human-" Sam babbles, and Cas's eyes widens "He said if he gave up his grace or something God would let him-"
Michael slams Sam against the wall and Dean points his shotgun to Michael instead, yelling at him to put Sam down- Adam attempts to wrestle the shotgun away from Dean and Bobby and Castiel steps away, unsure of what to do-
"You made him do this-" Michael yells.
"I never made him do anything! He choose this!"
"Lucifer would never-" "All of you!" Bobby barks, as Crowley finally steps up, yawning.
"Get out. Calm down. Now!" He orders, as the Angels and humans except for Sam filed out of the room.
"I love it when you get all bossy." Crowley grins and Michael glares at him, desperately wanting to smite the demon.
Sam sinks back down onto the bed as soon as everyone got out, leaning down to look at Lucifer.
"Lucifer?" He whispers, tapping the man- not Angel, not anymore and it's all because of Sam and that thought scares him so damn much- what is it about Sam that prompted Lucifer to fall- Lucifer's body is warm now, just like any human body is. Sam drags him up onto the bed, covering him. God. Sam could not wrap his thoughts around this. Why the Hell would Lucifer even do anything like this? They were together, yes, and Sam felt the connection, as much as any human could- but this is something only Angels can understand.
"You-" Sam has no words, nothing to say because this is all too much. He sighs, rubbing his eyes, suddenly too tired. He lays down, pulling the blanket over him and Lucifer's unconscious body. Whatever tomorrow is, he can wait. He can't do anything but wait.