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OPEN | here come the night

Who: Adam Milligan (

halfwinchester) and whoever else might be admiring Ewaymas!
Where: Around the mansion.
When: Dec. 13, anytime from late night to mid-afternoon.
Rating: G for now!
Summary: What the hell's with all this Christmas stuff? At least one newcomer is out and about looking at the changes.
The Story:

_{[Very rarely does Adam sleep through the night--or at all, if he's being honest. When the light fades and the mansion gets quiet, it's the perfect time for thoughts of his time in the pit to creep back in, and almost every night begins and ends with him sitting wide-awake until he's too tired to mount a defense. Sometimes he likes to ward away his nightmares in the bathroom. It's smaller in there, and reminds him of the times he'd hidden there when he'd been sick with the flu as a young child.

That night, he's counting spots on the ceiling of his room when the snow starts to fall, and it's the first thing that grabs Adam's attention before the noise starts. Snow? Had that been in Wonderland's weather report? By the time his curiosity wins out over his apprehension, the noises outside his door have long since stopped.

He creeps into the hallway in bare feet to see what going's on. Christmas decorations? Is it Christmas?

The mansion looks beautifully done up in the late hours of the night, and for a while Adam looks around until the pull to return to his room grows too strong. He can be found downstairs inspecting the giant Christmas tree once daylight breaks, dressed for the weather in a heavy sweater. His breakfast is an apple, which he eats while poking at ornaments on the branches.

For once, he has something to do in the mansion that isn't simply "avoid angels." It's strange enough thinking it's already December. A lot of the time it feels like he just arrived, soul broken and all.]}

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_{[There's a second's pause, but no more than that.]}

That's crap. You said it yourself, Michael gets what he wants, and I haven't seen any more portals in the ground to take care of him again. _{[He lifts his eyebrows.]} Unless you've got a thing for getting killed.

_{[He suspects this angel will understand what he's getting at, even if Adam doesn't recognize Gabriel personally from the other ones he's met.

The only way Sam, Dean, and Castiel had managed to put a gag order on Michael all those years ago had been to send him to Hell inside his vessel. Now Michael's free, the strongest of them all. If this angel really, truly thinks to stand up to Michael, he'd be roasted like barbeque chicken. Adam doesn't need to know the heavenly host very well to understand that. His certainty lends confidence to his words; he lets slip more than he'd intended to, expression hard with skepticism.

Adam can get away with not caring what Michael wants, because he's already had his helping of endless torture inside the Cage. Otherwise, avoiding a fate like that meant walking the line with Michael. Simple.]}

He didn't flay you for doing what you did. It obviously must have fit into his plans somehow.

_{[He can likewise get away with talking about himself like he's a piece of meat, because he still is. That hasn't changed. A life-sized Barbie doll for angels to play with.]}

Probably prefers you knowing how to string words together.

[Gabriel shrugs again. It's much more tense this time, because, well, Michael flaying him could happen. Just because it hasn't so far doesn't mean Gabriel thinks he's more important - or even equally important - as Daddy's little plan. This is Michael from before the Cage, and that means duty above all else. Even family.

Maybe especially family, because it's been a long time since Gabriel felt like Michael actually gave a damn about most of the Host.

On the whole, Gabriel is probably about as significant as a flea to his big brother. Maybe less. Yeah, he'd come to help during their trial with the zombies, but he hadn't exactly oozed any concern. Just exasperation. And what had he said the second he'd shown up in Wonderland? Cut it with the jokes.]

But he didn't tell me to do it, kid. He'd have done it himself if Castiel had taken you to him. Michael and I don't exactly see eye to eye.

[It goes without saying that Michael and Castiel don't, either.]

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Then what's your excuse?

_{[Not "why'd you do it?" No, that would imply the angel had done him a favor, and they both know he hadn't, not really.

All he'd done in essence was patch up a vessel and put it back out on the playing field for Michael to use as he saw fit. How else could Adam view what he and Castiel had done? They'd given him back just enough sense of self to recognize the bone-deep dismay for what it'd been the moment Michael had swooped down on him that day on the tenth floor.]}

You guys have got to realize by now that I've got nothing to do with Sam and Dean anymore.

[The beauty of this situation is that no way in Hell or Earth or Heaven is Gabriel telling one of Michael's vessels, no matter how temporary, what his real dealings in the Apocalypse were. Because yikes, does he have some self-incriminating dirt. Michael would probably throttle him if he knew exactly how that Cage was going to open when he got back home.

Minimum.]

Make what you want of it, kid. I've been trying to get along with the family members who don't want to take me out back and thrash me. Castiel's one of those people.

[Obviously, Adam doesn't want to see this as a kindness. So he's not going to waste air trying to convince him.]

_{[Adam's expression is flat and bemused, like Gabriel had tried to explain himself using terms from particle physics.

... Which, in a way, might be easier to understand than hearing an angel talk about family. What the hell do any of them know about it? At least the monsters who'd broken into their house had had a reason--they'd been out for revenge because of family. But the angels? They'd wanted to start a war over nothing. So one angel could kill another angel?

That's not family, that's just stupid. He's thinking it, even if he doesn't say it.]}

That still doesn't explain why either of you bothered.

[Gabriel agrees that it was stupid. Entirely.

Which is what got him a sword in the chest. But why would he get a break here when he never got one at home? Obey someone or die; never think for yourself.

No, thanks.]

Eh, Castiel likes people. [So does Gabriel, but whatever. This one is clearly stuck in a rut.] You go in for the whole Christmas thing?

[He gestures at the decorations, keen to get off the subject.]

_{[He narrows his eyes, even more scrutinizing at that. "Castiel likes people." It sounds almost ridiculous, way too light and casual for what's happening, but he doesn't feel like it's his place to ask too many questions about non-human entities who have nothing to do with him.

The intensity in his expression eases after a second or two. He's not as quick to jump ship without adding something else, something that comes out of his own mouth.]}

If you were trying to help fix me back then, I guess I owe you one. So thanks. For trying.

_{[His soul, his responsibility... or something like that. A favor is a favor, even if every day hurts and he has to toil under the burden of consciousness now. He owes this much.

With that said, he shrugs. First Christmas out of Hell when your entire family is dead? Kind of sucks, that's the long and short of it.]}

[He gets a shrug in response. It's not a purely ingracious shrug; it is what it is. That's life, right there. Get fixed up just to weather the beaten track again, slightly more damaged than before. That same phrase could also describe the archangel himself.]

Can't say I've glued a soul back together like that. Now I can put it on my bucket list.

[Gabriel glances up at a wiggling piece of mistletoe, several feet away.]

Like living mistletoe not animated by me. That's a new one, too.

Did you get it right?

_{[He finds himself asking without entirely meaning to. It just comes out, one of the questions he's asked himself over and over for a long while.

The angel's abilities aren't really what's been in question, it's his own soul. If it'd been put back together wrong, that might explain why he feels like some grotesque imitation of a human being. Deep down, he knows the answer, however. If Castiel and this angel had broken Michael's Barbie doll beyond fixing, Adam can guess Michael would have done worse than raise his hackles and warn them off. His soul is right, it's the unfixable parts that are the problem.

But the mention of "living" mistletoe is straight out of left field and enough to get him to transfer his gaze from the angel to the mistletoe, brow furrowed.]}

Animated?

_{[... What is that supposed to mean?]}

You tell me, kid. Don't worry, I didn't leave any scissors in when I closed you back up.

[It's not really something the archangel can gauge, beyond "that seems to be working." Working, just not well. You can only heal so much of a soul. It'll hang on, souls being the metaphysical equivalent of a Nokia phone — but it might sometimes not take calls, or send goofy texts.

That last part is far easier to answer.]

Animated. You know, moving around. One year I had some bunches around like mice on the ground. Scared some of the ladies up on chairs. This was a while ago, mind you.

_{[After a long pause where Adam does nothing but swallow, an answer still doesn't come to mind. Not one that will appease some strange angel. He shakes his head slightly in a way that could mean anything. Truthfully, he's not sure he wants someone to be straight with him about how bad the damage is. It's one thing to feel it, another to have it told to you.

Focusing on someone else's insanity gives him the luxury of avoiding going into detail about his own, and so instead of saying anything on that subject he lifts his head and inhales.]}

You use your angel powers to make plants come alive?

_{[A fair question, after an angel says something like that. How long have these angels been here?]}

[Gabriel gives the universe's most casual shrug, as a response, before following it with,]

Sometimes.

[He has to keep himself occupied somehow.]

Or I create a UFO, make a double and hit Vegas, or just about anything I want, really.

_{[Adam suspects he must look like someone who can't decide whether to treat the answer as a joke or not--a mix of hesitation and disbelief combined. But who's going to blame him? If this angel knows who he's related to and what had happened on account of the rest of the flock, then he has to know that for Michael's skin suits, jokes are a one-way ticket to having your stomach try to crawl up through your throat.

At least the way Zachariah told them. Now that angel had proved that you were taking your life into your own hands if you opened your mouth and the wrong syllable came out.]}

I guess I'm more wondering why...

_{[Maybe he's starting to get a complex for pain and suffering.]}

[He shakes his head a little. The kid really does seem to like digging for pain. But he's not going to find any here. That Gabriel will tell him, at least. There's certainly pain at the root of Gabriel's behavior, the reason he took up being a trickster to begin with. But he's not getting into that.]

Because it's funny, and I want to.

[That's it, kid. Really.]

_{[Thank Hell for that. It's a place built on the backs of people conditioned for pain, and even if it hadn't been, angels are angels. "Because it's funny and I want to" isn't that angelic of an answer when held in comparison to Zachariah and the other archangels.

Finally, with nothing better coming to mind than an assortment of questions, Adam defaults to doing what Adam does best: staring quietly, keeping those thoughts to himself.]}

... Right.

_{[Maybe it's true, maybe angels had gotten senses of humor in the time he'd been gone.]}

[The edges of Gabriel's lips shift into a smirk.]

I know, you were expecting a more self-righteous answer. Right?

_{[That's a trick question, isn't he? Is he trying to get Adam to open his mouth and say something wrong?

He glances around the hall, a nervous flick of the eyes, before his gaze settles back on Gabriel. If he talks, the angels not going to sick Christmas decorations on him, right?]}

Maybe.

_{[It's not self-incrimination until you admit something.]}

I thought you guys were too important to spend time with the chimpanzees.

_{[You know, the humans like you like to stomp under your boots.]}

[While he's still smirking, he shrugs lightly. Gabriel looks as relaxed as he could be, in his chair, surrounded by Christmas decorations and having a chat with his brother's more temporary vessel.]

Nah. Well, not some of us. I've been hanging with you lemurs for a while now. Kind of had a little spat over it.

[And by little spat, he means he sided with humanity and Lucifer killed him. Being vague is great.]

You've created a lot of things I'm a fan of. And yeah, there's the wars, and the dickery, but hey. Humans are still pretty young.

_{[Calling human beings "lemurs" is one thing, but Adam has to wonder what qualifies as a "spat." He hadn't taken sides with Michael? Hadn't taken sides with Satan? Adam's supposed to believe he's a neutral party or something?]}

I didn't do anything. I had a life before the rest of you torched it.

_{[If you want to be really technical instead of breathtakingly general. It would be too easy to let the others forget that monsters had taken his and his family's entire life and uprooted it.]}

So you and him didn't vote for the end of the world?

_{[Castiel, he means.]}

[Gabriel thinks about the ring of fire, the Mystery Spot, the cheesy motel room... the banquet hall. Telling the Winchesters to play their roles and that it was inevitable they do so, learning firsthand that Winchesters don't give up, and telling Lucifer to grow up.]

Don't get me wrong. I used to think it was inevitable that I'd be watching my big brothers slaughter each other. But they changed my mind.

[He's pretty sure Adam knows who he means.]

So, I decided to vote for you guys instead.

_{[He blinks. He'd inherited it from his dad, a tired face that gives very little away.

Fact is, mentions of "they" don't overwhelm him with joy and familial warmth. They'd saved the world from two obsessed angels and practically kicked him over the edge to do it. There's still a wounded part of him, a part whose voice gets especially loud at this time of night, that thinks the cost had been too high. Angels could pick whatever they wanted, his brothers could sweet talk whoever they needed, but the world could just fucking burn.

Maybe it just should. It'd be easier that way, wouldn't it? Kiss everything goodbye once and for all.

He has to swallow around a lump in his throat to speak, but when he does, he's relieved to find his voice is calm and level.]}

So you're with them, and not with Michael.

[The archangel makes a little face. Adam makes it sound like he joined Team Winchester. If he did, it was only because Team Winchester also happens to be Team Humanity.]

Eh, I'm no fan of the Wonder Flannels, but yeah. I'm not with Michael or Lucifer.

_{[Wonder Flannels? The angel has a way with words. Adam looks a little bemused at that, and maybe a little amused, too.

It seems impossible that in the grand scheme of things anything will ever make him trust a winged powerhouse again, but strangely enough the comment is enough to unwind him the slightest bit. Being constantly tensed and on his guard is draining; if he can believe in even a fraction of what the angel's saying, though, then maybe he doesn't need to worry as much about being lined up in someone's cross hairs because of something Dean is or isn't doing.

A person can dream, can't they?]}

I don't remember seeing you.

_{[A comment like that has the potential be loaded, but it's not.]}

You wouldn't've. Kinda kept to myself, most of the time.

[But not enough, because he's dead and he's here. Or probably dead, in any case. If what the Winchesters have said is true — and they probably wouldn't lie — he hasn't shown up since Lucifer made him a kabob, and no one's made a mention of him. So, probably dead.]

I didn't make it to that whole averted apocalypse, anyway.

[It's a gamble, telling a potential vessel of Michael's something like that, but what the hell.]

_{[Adam squares that information away, but in all honesty he's not sure what to make of it. If this one's telling the truth, then an angel who hadn't backed Michael or Lucifer is probably a lesser evil, like Castiel.

Given how fucked up both sides of the fight had turned out, in retrospect keeping your head down and going about your business seems like a good policy. He hadn't been smart enough to do the same, and for all his trouble his mother is still dead.

Fighting the good fight? Overrated.]}

Michael forgot to mail your invitation?

_{[He asks this after a short pause. Anyone on the outs with Michael is better than anyone on the in with him.]}

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