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Heart’s Possession - MichaelxAdamxfem!reader part 2

Adam and Reader grew up together and were high school sweethearts, after his death and learning about monsters, (Y/N) tries to move on but never forgets her first love. When ten years pass, what will happen when a familiar face appears?

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Adam pulled away, his hands moving up to her cheeks. There was a large grin on his face and his whole body seemed like it was shaking. 

“Oh wow, look at you...” He let out breathlessly, “You’re so beautiful.” 

Emotions got the best of her, little hiccups in between her crying, “H-how? How are you alive? What happened to you?” 

Adam opened his mouth but then closed it, his eyes scanning the area, “Not here.” 

She nodded, swallowing thickly, “Alright, well, uh, we could go to my place or-” Before she could offer another location, the world changed around her instantly and the bustling streets of modern America in the daylight changed to sand and a tent, the Great Pyramid of Giza lit up by spot lights. 

The sudden movement and change in location made her knees buckle, falling back to the ground. Instead of sand, her bottom was met by a soft stool made of colorful fabrics. 

“What was that?!” She shouted. Adam went down on his knees in front of her and held a finger to his lips to shush her. 

“Sorry, shoulda given you a warning.” He let out a hesitant laugh, “We just uh teleported.” 

(Y/N) held her stomach, “I think I’m gonna be sick.” 

“It’s hard to get used to.” He held a hand out to her to help her up. She took the hand and stood, looking out of the opening of the tent. 

“Are we in Cairo?” She asked incredulously, “Egypt?”

Adam came to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, “Yeah, uh, Michael said it would be safer.” She shrugged his arm off, looking up at the man she once knew so well. 

“Adam, what the hell is going on?” 

He sighed and motioned back to the stool, “You might wanna sit back down.” 

(Y/N) sat back down on the stool and looked up at him expectantly, “So I heard some things at the diner. Like how you were talking to yourself, or I guess, to Michael. The archangel and you smited Lilith and...You said it had been ten years since you had a burger but you’ve been gone for eleven years.” She sighed and ran a hand through her hair, “Adam, what’s going on?” 

Adam grabbed a chair from a nearby table and sat down in front of her, “Look, I know it’s hard to wrap your head around. It was strange for me too at first. But it’s true. About ten years ago, I was brought back from the grave to be the vessel for Michael since Dean didn’t want to. And to be fair, I didn’t really want to either. But then Michael explained that it was part of my destiny.” He grinned, “As it turned out, John gave me the ability to be great. To defeat Lucifer, right?” He leaned back in the chair, “Well, then Sam was possessed by Lucifer and we both got thrown in the pit.” 

“The pit?” 

“It’s a cage that was meant to cage Lucifer, but it caged us too.” He explained. She breathed deeply out of her nose and motioned for him to continue. 

“So, we’re in hell, Lucifer was spending time torturing Sam. Michael was praying to God to take him out. And then... One day, Sam was gone.” His jaw tightened, “Another angel, Castiel, took him out. And left me behind. Ya know, Dean and Sam talked a big game about Winchesters sticking together and how we were family and they wouldn’t let anything happen to me. And they left me in Hell to rot. I was in Hell for ten years but ten years is not the same in Hell. From what I counted?” He shook his head and chuckled, “I was in hell for over a thousand years. Waiting. Waiting for my family to save me.” He looked up at her, “But then Hell opened up. And we were free. And in our time, Michael and I got close. We have a bond unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, ya know?” We agreed to share my body and just live our life.” 

“That’s... A lot.” She said, still processing the fact that he was in literal Hell. Adam paused then nodded to himself. 

“Michael says I shouldn’t say anything else. He’s not sure about you yet.” 

She raised her eyebrows at him, “Me? An angel is not sure about me? What can I do? I’m a librarian.” 

“He’s protective of me.” He said, “We’ve been kinda burned by people who are supposed to care about us most.” 

She opened her mouth in shock, then narrowed her eyes, “I grieved you for over a decade. I thought I went crazy when I saw you again. I’ve been wearing your class ring around my neck just to try and remember your touch.” She brought the ring on the chain out from under her and stood up, “I have no intentions to hurt you. I still love you. But it seems like you’ve already moved on.” She shoved past Adam and out into the sand. 

(Y/N) walked, her anger fueling her to tread through the sand. Eventually, she got close to the pyramids and her feet were screaming at her for her stubbornness. She also noticed how cold it was, which was not something she automatically thought about being stranded in the desert. 

How was she going to get home? She didn’t have a wallet on her and even then she didn’t have enough money for a plane ticket. There was always the American embassy, she could tell them she was kidnapped. 

Even if she did get home though... (Y/N) would have to live with the fact that Adam was alive and possessed by an angel and he... He was trapped for so long. And she couldn’t have done anything. It killed her to think that if she had known more, she could have saved him. But what could she have done? It took an angel to get his brother out of Hell. What’s a human to do? And knowing now about monsters and demons and angels... She felt weaker than ever. So insignificant. 

(Y/N) didn’t notice him until a jacket was wrapped around her shoulders that Adam was standing behind her. She looked up at him but realized it wasn’t Adam, not really. His body language and stern expression told her this was Michael. 

“Michael.” She said softly and nodded at him to thank him for the jacket, “Thanks... Didn’t realize it got this cold.” 

He ignored her words, “You must know Adam well if you can tell the difference between us.” 

She looked up at him, he was staring out at the pyramids, “You know how well I know him if you two are so... Close.” He looked down at her, his stare was so intense that she avoided direct eye contact. 

“I do know. His heaven was of your senior prom. Uriel found you both dancing, that was his ultimate happiness.” He said, “You were planning a life together.” 

“If you saw that then why did you choose him?” She asked, “As your vessel or whatever he called it. If you saw we would be happy, why would you take that away?” 

Michael’s jaw tightened and he thought for a moment, “My purpose is to serve my father and stop my brother from turning his creation into darkness. Dean refused to be the vessel, Adam wanted to save humanity.” 

“Lilith said that you both started the apocalypses to bring God back. Does that mean God isn’t out there? That you were willing to kill your family to bring your dad back?” 

Michael turned to look at her fully, his eyes glowed a bright blue, “I will do what I must for my father. My brother betrayed all of us. Betrayed me. I wouldn’t expect a human like you to understand.” 

She flinched away from his harsh words and the energy coming from him. 

Michael’s eyes lost their glow, taking a step back from (Y/N), listening as if he was hearing something, “I... Apologize. Adam would like us to get along. He still loves you very much.” 

Lips trembling, she smiled, “I found the engagement ring in his pocket. I keep it in my jewelry box my grandma gave me.” 

“The one made of cherry wood.” He said it more as a statement.

She nodded, “Yeah. I look at it every once in a while. At this point in our lives he would be a doctor, have his own practice. I would be his nurse. Maybe a family.” She stood up, holding the jacket close around her, “I know you care about Adam. Especially since you spent a thousand years together. But I can’t let him go.” 

Michael nodded, “I know. That’s why I’ll make you forget.” 

Her eyes widened as he lifted his hand at her, “What? No!” She backed away. 

“Do not be afraid.” He said softly. 

“Wait.” She tripped as she backed off, scrambling in the sand.

Michael reached out to her, but stopped abruptly. He grumbled and looked at her, holding his hand out to her, “Come on.” 

“What?” She asked, shaking in fear. 

Michael sighed in frustration and grabbed her arm to stand, “I am being summoned. Adam would like to bring you with us.” The surroundings changed from the desert to a dark and abandoned warehouse. 

“Stay here.” Michael ordered, walking through a tarp and to another room. When he was gone, she gasped deeply. She leaned over, her hands on her knees. Teleporting took so much out of her. It was funny, teleporting was only the invention of science fiction until today. 

She crept slowly towards the tarp Michael had gone through and peeked through the opening. There was a man in a trench coat 

“Thank you.” The man said in a deep, gruff voice, “Thank you for coming. Do you remember me?” The man asked. 

“You called me "ass-butt" and set me on fire.” Michael said snidely, “And then you helped send me to hell.”

“I did.” The man nodded sadly. Before she could hear anymore, one arm wrapped around her middle and the other around her mouth so the scream she let out couldn’t be heard. Whoever grabbed her was strong and he was dragging her to the other side of the room around Michael. She was breathing erratically, struggling against the arm that held her. 

“We’re not gonna hurt you but you have to be quiet.” That voice. She knew that voice. It was deeper than when she last heard it but she knew it instantly. 

She nodded against the hand and it was removed, when she turned she saw Adam’s brothers: Sam and Dean. Sam had a strong grip on her arm. 

“And now what?” She heard Michael ask, “You’ve come to tell me that God, my father, creator of all things, is my enemy? Or maybe you just came to beg forgiveness.”

“Oh, I didn't come to beg.” The other man said before the familiar flicker of a lighter opening brought their attention back to Michael and the man with the trench coat. Michael was trapped in a circle of fire. 

The Winchester walked her through another tarped area and to the main area where the trench coat man and Michael stood. Michael stared them down, looking betrayed once again. His eyes darted from his vessel’s brothers to (Y/N). When he met her eyes, his jaw tightened. It seems like he’s mad to be in this situation and because she had gotten captured. She should have been more careful. (Y/N) pulled to get away from the tall brother’s grip but it only tightened. The other brother, Dean, lifted a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and showed them to the archangel. 

The worst part was, Michael looked concerned about the ordinary seeming handcuffs. 

“Castiel.” Michael inhaled deeply, the flames seeming to weaken him, “What have you done?”

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(Y/N) and Michael were brought to a bunker that was nearby. It wasn’t much to look at from the outside, but on the inside it was a completely different building. The bunker had a large library with an extensive amount of books. Michael began pacing around a table in the middle of the room, his hands cuffed in front of them. Whatever kind of handcuffs they were, they could put an archangel out of commission. 

Sam pulled a chair out for (Y/N) where she sat, he leaned down to handcuff her to the chair when she slapped his hand away, “Unnecessary. There’s no way I’m taking you down, ‘Squatch.” She sneered. From the corner of her eye, she saw Michael’s lip twitch upward, but it quickly went back down to a stern line. Sam still stood behind her with Dean and Castiel on either side. 

“Even for you, especially for you, this is stupid.” Michael glared at Dean. 

“Good to see you too, Mike.” The older brother said gruffly. 

Michael turned his attention to the brother behind her, “Sam. You look well. Last time I saw you in the Cage…”

“Yeah, it doesn't matter.” Sam said, “We need your help. God-”

“I've heard. Repeatedly.” He sat down in a chair on the other side of the table. It was then that she noticed a similarity between Adam and Michael. When he was pissed the whole room could feel it and his anger could be explosive if not given an outlet. Adam used to take a baseball bat and use all of his strength to swing against a tree. A lot of the anger was directed at John, which is probably why he used a baseball bat. 

Castiel spoke: “Well, then you're aware that-”

“I'm not aware of anything.” Michael snapped, “You're asking me to trust you- you, who doomed me, you, who let Lucifer walk free while your own brother sat in hell.” He looked pointedly from Castiel to Adam’s brothers.

“Doing what we do, we've had to get used to losing people.” Sam took a step forward around the chair, “Probably too used to it. With Adam, we said goodbye because we thought we had to. We were wrong.” 

“Well, don't tell me.” Michael said, “Tell him.” His eyes flashed bright blue and when it faded Adam was sitting in the chair. 

“Hey, Sam.” He looked at each brother, “Dean.” He smiled, pulling at her heart strings. 

“Adam?” Sam asked, confused. 

“Ha!” Adam gave him the finger guns and chuckled, “By the way, man handle my girlfriend like that again and I will kill you.” He added without dropping his smile. 

“Wait, Mic- Michael lets you talk?” Dean asked, eyebrows narrowed, “I mean, he lets you be?”

“Uh, yeah.” He replied, “In the Cage, we came to an agreement. We only had each other.”

Dean shared a glance with Sam then looked back at his youngest brother,  “Adam, look, I know we bailed on you, okay, and there is nothing that we can say to fix that.”

Adam sighed, his smile fading, “How about, uh "I'm sorry"?” Before Dean could answer, Adam’s eyes glowed and Michael was back. She could tell Adam was getting upset, Michael must have too and took back over. He was protecting him. 

Michael grunted, “Enough. Why am I here?” He glared, his mouth in a tight frown. He was getting anxious, not sitting still. He was seconds from a blow up. 

“Michael, we needed to speak with you because God is back.” At Castiel’s words, Michael’s eyes widened and the frown faded, “You didn't think the Cage just opened on its own, did you?”

“If my father is back, he will usher in Paradise.” He said simply. But even she knew that wasn’t true after what she heard through the hunter line. 

“No, he won't. Because Paradise is boring, and your dad- he's just looking to be entertained.” Dean said, “Which means we're his puppets. All of us, especially you.” Michael stood up abruptly

“I won't hear this. You're lying.” He pointed to Castiel and the brothers, “I don't know what your agenda is, but you're lying.”

“Michael-” Castiel started to say, but Michael’s eyes turned blue and Adam returned. 

“Hey.” Adam said, as if he had no idea of what the conversation had been, “It's Adam.” He chuckled, “I'd give it a rest. He's not listening.” His attention went to her and he smiled, “There’s my girl.” (Y/N) pushed the chair back, hearing Sam grunt when she probably hit him in the groin, and stood up, making her way to the other side of the table to stand by Adam’s side. 

“I gotta have a talk with Michael but... Are you okay?” He whispered and held her hand with his cuffed ones, moving his thumb across her knuckles. She sighed and nodded. 

“Great.” She hummed, “Well, except for when Michael tried to erase my memory of you.” 

Adam nodded, “Yeah, that wasn’t the best first impression. He was trying to be helpful in his own way.” 

“Okay...” She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “You two talk, I’ll be out there I guess.” 

“Be careful.” He said. She nodded and was led out of the room by Castiel and the two brothers. 

Once they were in the main room of the bunker they offered her another seat at an even larger table with a map of the world lit up on the top. 

“I uh,” Dean started, “I’m sorry about what happened back there. We didn’t know if you were hostile.” 

She glared at him, “You wouldn’t know anything about me. Especially after abruptly leaving me to plan two funerals. For my boyfriend and his mother.” She pointed, “You two just got to have your little funeral pyre and left.” 

“If you don’t think we grieved him-” Sam began. 

“But did you?” She snapped harshly, “You didn’t even think that he was your brother until he was already dead.” She chuckled, “How do you think I felt in that crypt seeing the love of my life dead in a coffin while I was hugging and kissing his killer an hour earlier?” She paced, “Oh! And! And I just found out today that he was alive again. Because from what I understand, your family just kinda comes back to life all willy nilly. And neither of you thought to get a hold of me? God forbid you lose a loved one, get them back and don’t hear about it.” She stopped and pointed at Castiel, “And this guy set him on fire.” 

Dean took a step towards her, “I understand you’re upset. But so are we. When Adam was brought back from the dead, we did everything we could so he wouldn’t become a meat suit for Michael. We never wanted that for him. They locked me away from him and I nearly broke my damn hands trying to get it open again. Because he’s my brother.” His face softened, “We shouldn’t have left you in the dark. You deserved more than that. We’re sorry.” 

She didn’t answer so Castiel stepped forward, “I was going to go check on him. Would you like to come with me?” She only nodded, following the angel back to where they had left Adam. 

Castiel opened the door, leading both of them inside, “Adam?”

“Not this time.” Michael looked up from the table towards the two, “I'll spare you the effort. I'm not gonna betray my father and everything I've believed in.” 

“Why not?” Castiel dropped his arms down to his sides, “You know, he betrayed you.” The angel started walking into the room, “You know, Michael, I never really liked you. Even when I was just another angel, I thought you were too haughty, too- To paraphrase a friend, you had an entire oak tree shoved up your ass.” (Y/N) covered her mouth to hide the smile on her face because Castiel was right. Michael was a tight ass. 

Castiel continued, “But now? I'm looking at you, and I- I just pity you. Because you were never God's favorite. You were just a little part of his story, a tiny part of his story. You weren't even a star.” (Y/N) smile faced as Castiel walked closer. Michael had a tight smile and she could tell the explosion was coming, “At least Lucifer knew that God can't be trusted.” He leaned on the table Michael was sitting at,  “But I guess he was always the smart one.” 

“Oh sh-” She began to say as Michael quickly jumped up and grabbed Castiel by the collar and slammed his head about the table top. The two angels fell to the floor, Michael using the hand cuffs to choke Castiel. 

Castiel reached up, placing his hands on either side of his head, “See the truth for yourself.” Michael became tense, his body shaking. After what felt like hours, Castiel took his hands away and Michael loosened his choke hold, falling down onto the cement floor. 

“Michael!” She rushed forward to his side, going down on her knees to turn him on his back. His face was red and his eyes were bloodshot. He was struggling to breathe, gasping for air. 

“Michael, you have to breathe.” She put a hand on his chest, inhaling deeply through her nose and exhaling through her mouth to coach him. He followed along, the red leaving his face.

He finally caught his breath, turning to Castiel, “Leave. Get out. I want you dead.” He said through his teeth. Castiel helped (Y/N) to her feet and she didn’t struggle. Michael needed to be by himself. 

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Castiel led her to the kitchen where she was able to get a drink of water and a snack after not eating all day. They both sat at a table in the middle of the kitchen in silence until Dean walked in, going to the refrigerator and grabbing himself a beer.

“Maybe you went too far.” Dean said, greeting the room. 

“Maybe.”

“I mean, he's been in lockdown for quite a while, you know? Maybe you just, uh, went too fast. What's he doing now?”

“No idea. He was very distraught.”

“They’re a lot alike.” She chimed in after swallowing a bite of her apple, “They take a while to cool down after the eruption.”

Dean looked at her then back at Castiel, “Yeah, but what exactly did he say?”

"Leave. Get out. I want you dead". We didn't bond.” He recounted, “Where's Sam?”

“Eileen hit a snag with a case. So, he won't be gone long.” AS Dean said this, a rumbling shook the bunker.

“Michael.” Castiel said, leading the group into the room where they had left the archangel. The rumbling stopped right before they opened the door. 

They found him sitting on the floor where they left him, looking as angry as ever. 

“God lied to me. I gave everything for him. I loved him. Why? I'm not even the only Michael.” He spoke aloud then stood up and looked at the group, “So, yes, I will help you. What was done to the Darkness can be done to God, if he's as weak as you say. And I know how.” He awkwardly reached into his front pocket and pulled out a folded sheet of paper. He slid it across the table to the hunter and the angel, “That's the spell.”

“And the ingredients?” Castiel asked, looking at the paper.

“Myrrh, cassia, rockrose.”

“We've got that.” Dean said. 

“And, to bind the spell together, the nectar from a Leviathan blossom.” Michael added. 

“A Leviathan blossom? What is that, like a flower?” The older brother asked. 

“A flower that only grows in one place.” Dean seemed exhausted at Michael’s words, “Purgatory.” He snapped his fingers and a yellow lighting-like light appeared. 

“That's the door. It'll remain open for 12 hours. Now, if you'll please.” He held his hands out. Castiel and Dean shared a glance before Dean unlocked the handcuffs and took them off of the arcangel. 

“You coming with us?” Dean asked.

“No.” Michael walked around the table and put a hand on her lower back, leading her towards the exit. 

“Before you go, can I talk to him?” Dean’s voice stopped them. Michael’s eyes flashed blue and Adam turned back to face his brother. 

“Yeah?” 

Dean took a few steps forward, “ Adam, I want you to know we are sorry. What happened to you… You're a good man. You didn't deserve that.” 

Adam smiled tightly, his eyes looking glossy and red, “Since when do we get what we deserve? He asked, then nodded, “Good luck.” He took her hand and led her out of the bunker and back out into the world. 

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