A/N: This is a belated present for
demira_watson's birthday. I meant to have it earlier, but was harangued by another fic. Happy birthday, Demi, and worry not, because there's a HUGE 'verse associated with this that I've slowly been tinkering away at. It's my next 'big' project. ♥
Title: Stop and Smell the Rose Thorns
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural. If I did, I'd take better care of the characters. Please don't replicate my silly work without permission. Pop-culture references aren't mine.
Warnings: T for coarse language, implied sexual content, innuendo and mild violence of the werewolf variety.
Other Notes: ~1300w. Michael/Adam. Light mentions of Sam/Gabriel and Dean/Castiel. Werewolf AU. Snapshot of a larger 'verse. Links to
ladyknightanka (my other journal).
Summary: Adam may be the alpha's cherished mate, may not be much of a warrior, but he's a werewolf all the same and he doesn't need to be coddled.
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Alone, Adam rises on all fours and shifts. His bones crack and metamorphose beneath a golden pelt that becomes pale skin. Soon, he stands, naked, and stretches. )