Blinding (Part One)
Title: Blinding
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Michael/Adam/Lucifer
Warnings: Wing!kink, threesome sex, blood, soul/Grace bonding, ritualistic injury
Author's Notes: I think that's all the warnings, but if I'm missing something, let me know. Thanks to zekkass, _bluebells, theinsaneeraser, stharridan, dr_jasley and ladyknightanka for the world building, word wars, encouragement, writing tips/advice, and your lovely support when I needed it most. This definitely wouldn't have seen the light of day without you all. <3 It didn't go according to my original plot from the comment fic this is based on, but we haven't seen the last of this 'verse, so there will be more. :)
Prompt: Exile at angst_bingo
Summary: Adam hates being left in the Cage alone with just the two Archangels for company. God decides to pull him out too some time after Sam is saved. The only catch is he's stuck with Michael and Lucifer.
Adam isn't sure how this happened. It isn't anything he did personally. No, all he did was sit in the corner of the cage with Sam and watch the Archangels fight for what feels like years, but time passes strangely here. A day could stretch on for weeks and a year could pass in a minute. He sat there in the corner even when Sam was lifted out of the Cage, though there was a piece of him that got left behind. Adam took care of that little piece, Sam's soul. He protected it from the rage of the two Archangels who were absolutely furious when Sam left.
They tried everything they could to get their hands on Sam's soul, but Adam refused to let it go. It was the only thing that brought comfort to him here. When something reaches down and takes it from him, he retreats even further into the darkest part of the Cage, completely ignoring the Archangels. They ignore him as well, preferring to battle each other rather than pay any attention to the human trapped down there with them.
So much for all the protection Michael had promised him. Told him nothing would harm him if he said yes and became his vessel. Promised he'd see his mom again. Now he was stuck down here in Hell, in the freaking Cage, with two fighting Archangels. His life really sucks. He presses himself further back into the nothingness that makes up the corners of the Cage, wanting to escape, wondering how Sam managed to get out. Dean and Castiel, probably. He may be their brother, but he wasn't a Winchester and he never would be. They would pick each other over him every single time. He tried not to be bitter about it because he could understand it, but it still stung a bit, though he would deny it.
Eventually, Michael and Lucifer seem to lose interest in fighting and seek him out. He knew this moment was coming, he just hoped it never would. He did not want to deal with the Archangels. He didn't think they would hurt him, but one never knows about the whims of the Angels, especially when said Angels are the Sword of Heaven and the Devil Himself. This was not going to be fun.
Michael looms over him and he does his best to ignore the Angel. He can see Michael's wings and even his halo here in this place. Lucifer's too. "Look at me, human." Michael orders him.
Adam glances up at him then goes back to staring into the darkness that covered the edges of the Cage. Michael glares down at him. He thinks he can feel the heat of it burning into the top of his head. He can't bring himself to care. Michael is a prissy bitch and it had fucking hurt to have the Archangel take over his body. Michael's Grace had nearly burned out his soul had Michael not prevented that at the last second. Adam thinks he should have just let it. Then he wouldn't be stuck here with them. Maybe he would even be with his mom. He doesn't know what happens to souls after being burned out by Angelic Grace.
Lucifer comes over to stand beside Michael. "Don't torment the human, brother."
Michael shifts his glare onto Lucifer. "He's mine and I can do whatever I wish with him."
Adam snorts, unable to help himself. Of course Michael is a selfish bastard. Of course.
"Technically, Dean Winchester is yours. Adam Milligan is not, even if he does have the blood for it." Lucifer points out calmly.
"Really? Then what about you taking Nick as your vessel, brother?" Michael's tone is mocking, meant to provoke Lucifer into another fight, but Lucifer merely shrugs.
"He was a means to an end. Besides I don't see him down here, do you?" Lucifer cocks his head at Michael.
"It doesn't matter. Adam is my vessel and I will do whatever I please with him, without any input from you." Michael says haughtily.
"You do realise that I'm sitting right here and can hear you, right?" Adam asks, looking up at the Archangels.
"So?" Michael scoffs.
"So, that means I don't belong to you or anyone else." Adam explains with the tone of someone explaining something to a very young child.
"That's where you're wrong, Adam." Suddenly he is standing and Michael is right there in front of him, an unreadable look in his eyes. He's pressed too close and too tight up against Adam for Adam's comfort.
Lucifer chuckles, watching his brother. "Michael, that's no way to treat him."
Michael glances over his shoulder at Lucifer and takes a step away from Adam, though he stays inside Adam's personal space. "Then what would you suggest, brother?"
Lucifer nudges Michael out of the way and looks Adam up and down. There's an intense look in his eyes that makes Adam very nervous all of sudden. Lucifer reaches out and strokes his fingers along Adam's cheek. "So fragile."
Adam swallows, acutely aware that he is at a distinct disadvantage, being human. Michael watches, a flicker of irritation passing over his face before it smooths out into the cold, blank mask that usually adorns his features. Lucifer lets his hand fall away from Adam and takes a step back from him. He keeps his eyes on Adam, but speaks to Michael. "You seduce him."
Adam isn't sure he heard that correctly. "What?"
Neither Archangel bothers to answer him as they are conversing with each other in what Adam guesses is Enochian. He sighs and slides back down into his resting place, hoping they will forget about him. Their hushed voices reach Adam though. He doesn't understand what they're saying, doesn't care, but he can't help listening to the way the syllables seem to ripple off their tongues and dance from their lips. It's slightly rough, with harsh edges, but somehow pretty too. He lets it lull him into a drowsy state of mind. There's no need for sleep down here. There's no need for any basic human functions really. Adam's pretty sure he doesn't even have a real body, that the body here is just something his mind is conjuring up to help him keep his sanity. The same he thinks is true for Michael and Lucifer.
He blinks when the voices stop. He looks around for the Angels, only to not find them. It's not strange for them to disappear, but it's usually accompanied by the sounds of fighting and their angry voices. He hears nothing now. It's a little disconcerting to say the least. He briefly considers getting up and finding them, but reminds himself that, as long as they're leaving him alone, he doesn't actually care about them. He settles back down into his corner and lets his mind wander.
An indeterminable amount of time passes before Adam is pulled to his feet, Michael's hand on his should, fingers curled and pinching into his skin. He glares at Michael and tries to shove his hand off, but Michael ignores his attempts and drags him over to where Lucifer is clearly waiting on them. He is shoved to his knees and Lucifer looks down at him for a moment before looking back up at Michael. "What do you want me to do with him?"
"I don't want you to do anything with him." Michael answers, tightening his grip on Adam when he tries to stand.
"Then why are you bringing him to me?" Lucifer seems vaguely curious, but shows more interest in his brother's motives than Adam himself.
Part Two
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Michael/Adam/Lucifer
Warnings: Wing!kink, threesome sex, blood, soul/Grace bonding, ritualistic injury
Author's Notes: I think that's all the warnings, but if I'm missing something, let me know. Thanks to zekkass, _bluebells, theinsaneeraser, stharridan, dr_jasley and ladyknightanka for the world building, word wars, encouragement, writing tips/advice, and your lovely support when I needed it most. This definitely wouldn't have seen the light of day without you all. <3 It didn't go according to my original plot from the comment fic this is based on, but we haven't seen the last of this 'verse, so there will be more. :)
Prompt: Exile at angst_bingo
Summary: Adam hates being left in the Cage alone with just the two Archangels for company. God decides to pull him out too some time after Sam is saved. The only catch is he's stuck with Michael and Lucifer.
Adam isn't sure how this happened. It isn't anything he did personally. No, all he did was sit in the corner of the cage with Sam and watch the Archangels fight for what feels like years, but time passes strangely here. A day could stretch on for weeks and a year could pass in a minute. He sat there in the corner even when Sam was lifted out of the Cage, though there was a piece of him that got left behind. Adam took care of that little piece, Sam's soul. He protected it from the rage of the two Archangels who were absolutely furious when Sam left.
They tried everything they could to get their hands on Sam's soul, but Adam refused to let it go. It was the only thing that brought comfort to him here. When something reaches down and takes it from him, he retreats even further into the darkest part of the Cage, completely ignoring the Archangels. They ignore him as well, preferring to battle each other rather than pay any attention to the human trapped down there with them.
So much for all the protection Michael had promised him. Told him nothing would harm him if he said yes and became his vessel. Promised he'd see his mom again. Now he was stuck down here in Hell, in the freaking Cage, with two fighting Archangels. His life really sucks. He presses himself further back into the nothingness that makes up the corners of the Cage, wanting to escape, wondering how Sam managed to get out. Dean and Castiel, probably. He may be their brother, but he wasn't a Winchester and he never would be. They would pick each other over him every single time. He tried not to be bitter about it because he could understand it, but it still stung a bit, though he would deny it.
Eventually, Michael and Lucifer seem to lose interest in fighting and seek him out. He knew this moment was coming, he just hoped it never would. He did not want to deal with the Archangels. He didn't think they would hurt him, but one never knows about the whims of the Angels, especially when said Angels are the Sword of Heaven and the Devil Himself. This was not going to be fun.
Michael looms over him and he does his best to ignore the Angel. He can see Michael's wings and even his halo here in this place. Lucifer's too. "Look at me, human." Michael orders him.
Adam glances up at him then goes back to staring into the darkness that covered the edges of the Cage. Michael glares down at him. He thinks he can feel the heat of it burning into the top of his head. He can't bring himself to care. Michael is a prissy bitch and it had fucking hurt to have the Archangel take over his body. Michael's Grace had nearly burned out his soul had Michael not prevented that at the last second. Adam thinks he should have just let it. Then he wouldn't be stuck here with them. Maybe he would even be with his mom. He doesn't know what happens to souls after being burned out by Angelic Grace.
Lucifer comes over to stand beside Michael. "Don't torment the human, brother."
Michael shifts his glare onto Lucifer. "He's mine and I can do whatever I wish with him."
Adam snorts, unable to help himself. Of course Michael is a selfish bastard. Of course.
"Technically, Dean Winchester is yours. Adam Milligan is not, even if he does have the blood for it." Lucifer points out calmly.
"Really? Then what about you taking Nick as your vessel, brother?" Michael's tone is mocking, meant to provoke Lucifer into another fight, but Lucifer merely shrugs.
"He was a means to an end. Besides I don't see him down here, do you?" Lucifer cocks his head at Michael.
"It doesn't matter. Adam is my vessel and I will do whatever I please with him, without any input from you." Michael says haughtily.
"You do realise that I'm sitting right here and can hear you, right?" Adam asks, looking up at the Archangels.
"So?" Michael scoffs.
"So, that means I don't belong to you or anyone else." Adam explains with the tone of someone explaining something to a very young child.
"That's where you're wrong, Adam." Suddenly he is standing and Michael is right there in front of him, an unreadable look in his eyes. He's pressed too close and too tight up against Adam for Adam's comfort.
Lucifer chuckles, watching his brother. "Michael, that's no way to treat him."
Michael glances over his shoulder at Lucifer and takes a step away from Adam, though he stays inside Adam's personal space. "Then what would you suggest, brother?"
Lucifer nudges Michael out of the way and looks Adam up and down. There's an intense look in his eyes that makes Adam very nervous all of sudden. Lucifer reaches out and strokes his fingers along Adam's cheek. "So fragile."
Adam swallows, acutely aware that he is at a distinct disadvantage, being human. Michael watches, a flicker of irritation passing over his face before it smooths out into the cold, blank mask that usually adorns his features. Lucifer lets his hand fall away from Adam and takes a step back from him. He keeps his eyes on Adam, but speaks to Michael. "You seduce him."
Adam isn't sure he heard that correctly. "What?"
Neither Archangel bothers to answer him as they are conversing with each other in what Adam guesses is Enochian. He sighs and slides back down into his resting place, hoping they will forget about him. Their hushed voices reach Adam though. He doesn't understand what they're saying, doesn't care, but he can't help listening to the way the syllables seem to ripple off their tongues and dance from their lips. It's slightly rough, with harsh edges, but somehow pretty too. He lets it lull him into a drowsy state of mind. There's no need for sleep down here. There's no need for any basic human functions really. Adam's pretty sure he doesn't even have a real body, that the body here is just something his mind is conjuring up to help him keep his sanity. The same he thinks is true for Michael and Lucifer.
He blinks when the voices stop. He looks around for the Angels, only to not find them. It's not strange for them to disappear, but it's usually accompanied by the sounds of fighting and their angry voices. He hears nothing now. It's a little disconcerting to say the least. He briefly considers getting up and finding them, but reminds himself that, as long as they're leaving him alone, he doesn't actually care about them. He settles back down into his corner and lets his mind wander.
An indeterminable amount of time passes before Adam is pulled to his feet, Michael's hand on his should, fingers curled and pinching into his skin. He glares at Michael and tries to shove his hand off, but Michael ignores his attempts and drags him over to where Lucifer is clearly waiting on them. He is shoved to his knees and Lucifer looks down at him for a moment before looking back up at Michael. "What do you want me to do with him?"
"I don't want you to do anything with him." Michael answers, tightening his grip on Adam when he tries to stand.
"Then why are you bringing him to me?" Lucifer seems vaguely curious, but shows more interest in his brother's motives than Adam himself.
Part Two