Oct 16, 2011 15:51
pairing: michael/dean winchester,
genre: slash,
rec: fic,
pairing: balthazar/adam milligan,
fandom: criminal minds,
genre: total au,
pairing: michael/adam milligan,
fandom: supernatural,
genre: crossover,
fandom: angel sanctuary,
activity: meme,
fandom: suits,
fandom: torchwood,
fandom: multiple,
pairing: castiel/adam milligan,
pimp: meme,
genre: canon/minor au,
pairing: winmillcest,
word count: 100-999,
genre: gen,
fanfiction: oneshot,
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The guy -- who looks one, may two years older than he is -- looks up at him. He flashes Adam a pained grin. "I'm fine."
The license plates of the guy's car are smeared with mud just-so, and there's mud caked on the wheel well. He's wearing a heavy flannel shirt and is covered in dirt. Adam goes on a limb and asks, "You take care of the Harrison spirit?"
The guy looks surprised. "Are you a hunter?"
"My brothers are hunters, I'm pre-med." He nods down at the guy's leg. "You okay?"
He looks unsure about how to respond, so Adam just fishes the motel key back out of his pocket, then shoulders the door open and flips on the light.
"I'm Adam," he says, gesturing him in.
"Mike," he replies, limping over to the nearest -- Sam's -- bed. He gives sigh of relief as he sits down, and Adam bites back the sense of dread that comes with the name.
Instead, he dials Dean's number, then holds his cell to his ear with his shoulder as he rummages through his bag, looking for his med kit. "Hey Dean, it's--" he checks his watch, "--eleven thirty-seven, and I'm just calling to let you know that another hunter has taken care of the Harrison spirit, and you'll probably want to get out of there before the cops swing by and you get another rap for grave desecration." He hangs up, and tosses the phone to Mike. "Can you text him and tell him to check his voicemail? I need to wash up."
"Sure," Mike replies, as Adam heads to the bathroom. A few moments pass, and he calls, "He says 'yeah, thanks for that.'"
"Yeah, well, Dean's an asshole," Adam says, walking over to the bed. He pulls a chair over to the side of the bed. "Alright, pants off."
Mike looks up at him helplessly. He's looking a little pale.
Adam unlaces and pulls off Mike's shoes, then starts tugging at the cuff of Mike's jeans. Mike lifts his hips up, and they slide off easily. The cut on Mike's thigh isn't as bad as it could be, and it wouldn't even need stitches it it weren't in an area that didn't move as much. He falls into an easy routine, washing off the area, dressing it with some antiseptic. Just before he's about to start stitching, he looks up at Mike. "This is probably going to hurt."
"Probably," Mike tells the ceiling.
Adam hesitates. If this were Dean, he would probably be drinking away the pain. If it were Sam, he'd have a pencil to bite down on. Adam has no idea what to do for Mike. "So, you hunt alone?"
"Not really -- I'm an associate, to a hunter, and he's -- christ," Mike yelps, when the needle pierces his skin.
"You okay?" Adam asks.
Mike nods, his gaze firmly on the ceiling. "He's with his old boss, taking care of a job back east," he continues, breathing labored.
Adam carefully keeps stitching, trying his hardest not to tug too much. Mike keeps talking, voice growing louder each time the needle goes through. It goes fairly quickly -- Adam has gotten plenty of practice while traveling with Sam and Dean -- and Mike is in the middle of talking about his partner and his' last hunt when Adam finishes up. He adds a butterfly bandage as an extra precaution, then leans back. Mike is still pale, but at least he looks marginally better.
There's a ringing from the direction that Adam threw Mike's pants.
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Mike props himself on his elbows. "That's probably Harvey. I was supposed to call him when I got back to the motel."
"Do you want me to answer it?" Adam asks.
"If it's important he'll call again," Mike says, then looks down at his leg. "Wow, that looks amazing."
"Pre-med," Adam repeats, but he can't help feeling a bit smug.
Mike is still looking at the stitches. "Alright, so how long do I have to keep these on for?"
"Until the wound's healed."
"When will that be?"
Mike's phone rings again.
Adam gets up, but Mike says, "I'll get it." He's a bit wobbly on his feet at first, but he steadies himself, and goes over and bends to pick up his pants.
Adam does not stare at his ass.
"Hey, Harvey," Mike says, answering on the third ring. "Yeah, I know -- I know -- I --" Mike sends Adam a look of eternal suffering. "Yes, Harvey," he says, though there's the hint of a smile on his face.
Adam grabs the hotel stationary from the desk, and jots down his number. "Send me pictures of the stitches, and I'll tell you when to cut them."
"Thanks. Not you, Harvey. Hold on a second." Mike covers the mouth piece of his cell, his pants in the crook of his arm. "How bad would it look if I just walked out of here with wearing pants?"
"I don't think it will matter," Adam says, handing the paper over.
Mike takes it, quickly picks up his shoes, gives Adam a quick wave and a grateful grin, says, "Hold on," and heads out the door.
Sam and Dean walk in a moment later.
Adam bites back a groan. "Shut up, Dean," he says, reflexively.
"Hey, love is love, I've got no problem with it--" Sam mutters something, which causes Dean to punch him in the shoulder, before continuing, "I'm just glad you did it on Sam's bed, not mine."
"Thanks, Dean."
"Anytime, Sammy."
Adam shakes his head, then heads towards the door. "I'm heading to the 7-Eleven, if you want anything, you can go get it yourself."
"Thanks, Adam."
"Anytime, Sam," Adam calls over his shoulder. He heads out the door.
Mike's car is gone, and Adam pretends he isn't disappointed.
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:O
THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! I love every single word of it, from Adam's casual snark to Mike's offhand comments about hunting with Harvey. And the Winchesters! Their teasing was both natural and hilarious. I could easily see it happening, if Adam was a part of their lives, and this makes me more sad that he isn't.
AND WHY ARE WE NOT FRIENDS YET? I'm adding you, hope you don't mind. In my defense, it's your fault for being awesome. And I'm totally going to return the favor with your acts. Nooo, you have no reason to fear, really...
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Michael tortured Adam in Hell
THIS IS ONLY MY FAVORITE PIECE OF HEADCANON EVER AND I HAVE NOT SEEN ANYONE ELSE WITH IT WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN MY ENTIRE LIFE? ♥ ♥ ♥
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I like writing fluff, I won't lie, but there's something so screwed up about Adam/Michael - something reminiscent of Stockholm Syndrome or a victim falling in love with his/her oppressor. I love the dysfunction there so. freaking. much. 8D
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For some reason, as fascinating as I find Adam and Michael and their beautifully fucked up relationship, I can't ship it.
I don't nkow, I just have this fantasy of Michael and Lucifer in the Cage, annoyed they got robbed of their fight, and Lucifer is like "Hey, Adam seems a bit righteous to me..." and so Lucifer starts trying to work him over, but it doesn't quite work, but then and so then Michael joins in and Adam breaks (because I will never not believe that Michael wasn't the head torturer in Heaven) and it's Apocalypse 2.0 only this time it's Michael in Adam walking the Earth fucking shit up, and Sam'n'Dean are like "fuck not this again" and they have to try and stop the seals from breaking and at some point Dean and Castiel make out and *trails off*
I mean, hi. :D
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I can see what you mean and easily visualize this happening, but Michael/Adam is still one of my favorite ships. They remind me of Dean/Castiel, in a way, and I have some small instances of textual evidence that show Michael to be more bark than he is bite, but at the same time, I can also see him becoming the worst torturer, since we didn't get much of him OR Adam in canon. BUT THAT'S OKAY BECAUSE I'M NOT REALLY AN OTP KINDA GAL AND SHIP EVERYBODY/EVERYBODY, ANYWAY. XD
No, seriously, especially with Adam, lol. We're totally gonna get along fine. ♥
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