[There are plenty of nice supernatural creatures - a half-dozen, at least. Michael's siblings tend to be very kind and respectful to him, for starters, though that may be a fear-induced survival mechanism rather than genuine kindness. As long as they do as they're told, Michael's not particularly concerned with the difference between the two.

For once, Adam's acting smart. If he hadn't answered Michael's question, the archangel might have given up on trying to converse with him and gone digging for answers instead. That's not the polite way to do things, of course, but Michael's never let something as small as etiquette hold him back from getting a job done.]

We don't dream.

[Not him and not any other angel, and that should be all the explanation Adam ever needs. Of course he has no idea what it's like to be unable to escape his own mind. That's a uniquely human experience. (You can thank his dad for that one, right after you thank him for the whole concept of human vessels. Great ideas all around, right?)]

I wouldn't quite call it sleeping. You passed out, and now you're -

[Michael makes a gesture with his hands that suggests something messy, but also manages to be dismissive and a little insulting. His standard reply, really.]

Let's just say Gabriel missed a few spots.