After a frankly embarrassing experience with one part of Wonderland's most recent event, Michael has been doing his level best to avoid the rest of the mansion's inhabitants. He has a feeling his siblings won't have the tact to hold their tongues, and his enemies will be even less inclined to keep quiet. Things are liable to get messy in the near future.

Some sights, however, are difficult to ignore.

It's not the facial wounds that grab his attention. He notes them, of course, but damaged flesh isn't remarkable or out of the ordinary - even less so when the subject is a Winchester. It's the fact that said Winchester is noticeably absent from his own body. Instead, a soul he doesn't recognize is in the driver's seat. Whether or not this is part of Wonderland's latest round of fun with its inhabitants, it doesn't sit well with Michael. Someone is wearing his things.

Any angel can deaden the sound of their wings on approach if they really put their mind to it, but Michael doesn't. He isn't quiet or careful as he lands only a few feet from Krissy-as-Adam, the sudden fluttering of feathers and folding away of several sets of wings uncharacteristically loud.

"You're not Adam," he says, and cocks his head at her. There had best be an explanation for this.