Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Michael/Adam Milligan, Michael & Adam Milligan
Characters: Adam Milligan, Michael (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester
Additional Tags: a typical cagefic, slowburn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Delusions, brief isolation, Angst and Feels, Fluff and Humor, Adam Milligan in Lucifer's Cage, Michael in Lucifer's Cage (Supernatural), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Michael is so tired, and so is Adam, Adam is also so done, Protective Adam Milligan, Protective Michael, Psychological Trauma, Storytelling, Grief/Mourning, Michael Possessing Adam Milligan, Adam Milligan has self worth issues, Falling In Love, Pining, Touch-Starved, on both ends
Summary:
It’s so intense, so blindingly hot and sweltering and thick against every inch of his body he can’t even think as he tries to crawl towards his door, to his mother who he knew was just down the hall, who could help him and save him for whatever torment had latched to his body.
Instead, right as his hand reaches forward, the tip of his bone sticking out from the mess of melted flesh, his room vanishes in an instant, leaving way to nothing but pure blackness that not even his burning body seems to light. There’s a piercing cry, high and angry and pained, coated in disbelief and shock, and at the sound of it, the pain and fire dissipates so quickly Adam couldn’t even question why or what happened when memories flood through his frazzled mind, and there is light, blood, pain, and a singular name.
Michael.
And as Adam looks around the empty landscape, his own throat healed and quiet, he puts it together.
Michael was screaming.
And with that tortured wail echoing in the background, bouncing off of nothing as his skin stitches back together, burns lifting from his skin without a trace, Adam remembers.
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«Supernatural». Michael/Adam Milligan. Cage
I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.
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"We'll get out," Michael smiled faintly, squeezing Adam's hand in his.
Milligan wanted to believe him, because he is one of the most powerful creatures in the world, but the problem is that even he did not know how to get out of here without external influence.
With the departure of Lucifer, it became easier, no one tried to hurt Adam and Michael anymore, who tried to protect the person as much as he could.
But the Cage did not allow him to heal completely, so Michael smiled at the alarmed Adam through force. Milligan was very worried about the archangel, because he was his only friend here in the Cage, the only being who supported him and did not let him completely lose heart. Adam thought that if Michael died here, he would go mad alone, just like Lucifer.
Michael only clenched his teeth tightly and smiled tensely. He really hoped that the man did not really notice the whole terrifying scale of his pain for the archangel.
"Everything will be fine," Michael whispered softly, enveloping Adam with his wings. His breathing is heavy and rapid. Have panic attacks become a daily occurrence for them? hourly? phenomenon. Neither of them knew how long they had been here. More often, of course, Adam had attacks, but Michael also caught a few.
They supported each other, not letting them give up and stop fighting with the damn Lucifer Cage.
"Nothing can be worse now," the archangel continued quietly.
"We will get out, Michael, for sure," Adam whispered, squeezing the archangel's hand in his.
He talked about everything he thought about, dreamed about and lived about back then, before the ghouls. He talked about his mother, about his father, with whom he began to communicate only at the age of twelve, with childish delight he said that at the age of seven he had a cat.
Michael chuckled at the remark about his father and noticed that he had never communicated with his own. For some reason, it hurt the archangel. Noticing this, Adam smoothly shifted the conversation from the topic of his father and family to his studies and some places that he happened to visit.
"When we get out, I'll show you the world," Michael suddenly promised, when Adam finished speaking, his eyes flashed blue.
"I take you at your word," Adam smiled, thinking of something else to tell.
When the Cage finally opens, they are ready to travel.
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«Supernatural». Michael/Adam Milligan. Hell
I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.
Soulmate!AU: Soulmates can treat each other
Written under Three Days Grace – Time of dying
In my mind, Michael in a Cage has the appearance of a young John Winchester.
Types of rib bruises
The classification of bruises includes three degrees:
First degree. Signs of such an injury are tolerable pain in the chest or back, which can increase with sudden movements. If the patient is at rest, there is no soreness. With such damage, a bruised rib without a bruise is usually diagnosed, the symptoms of which are only minor pains. In this case, you can use an analgesic ointment. A first-degree injury is not a threat to the health and life of the victim and does not require special medical measures.
Second degree. The victim complains of severe chest pains. A hematoma is diagnosed. With any active activity and physical exertion, the pain syndrome worsens, and the patient's condition worsens.
Third degree. The patient has a severe pain syndrome. The victim needs help with bruises of the rib of this degree. The clinical picture may be mixed in such cases, the symptoms will depend on the presence of damage to internal organs. Often, with such an injury, the lungs are squeezed, which makes it difficult for the victim to breathe.
Source: https://bitravma.com/rebra/ushib-reber#section-2
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Michael defended Adam. Always, while they were in the Cage, he almost did not take his eyes off him, tried to cheer him up, although he himself almost did not believe that they would be able to get out. When Lucifer got tired of torturing Sam, he switched to Adam, but Michael always came to his aid. He wouldn't let his brother even get close to his vessel.
"Michael, tell me, aren't you tired of this yet?" Lucifer drawled boringly, glancing rapaciously at Adam, who was curled up in a ball in the corner of the Cage and trying not to look at the archangels.
Michael didn't feel well, but there was determination in his eyes. He was ready to defend Adam to the end.
When the archangels clashed, Sam and Adam, sitting on opposite sides of the Cage, almost simultaneously covered their ears with their hands, and then their eyes, although the bright, bright light coming from Michael and Lucifer penetrated under their closed eyelids.
Michael was exhausted somehow unexpectedly quickly. It would seem that one moment he was standing firmly on his feet, and a moment later he already fell to the floor of the Cage, immediately taking on a hail of blows.
Lucifer punched Michael in the ribs several times. The elder archangel's face was distorted with pain, but the fallen one did not stop. He was smiling so broadly, as if what was happening brought him incredible pleasure.
Finally, Lucifer got tired of his occupation, and he finally kicked Michael, and without paying any attention to Adam, moved to the Winchester that was sitting in the other corner of the Cage.
Adam felt a burning hatred towards Lucifer. How could you so mutilate your own brother, who loves you very much?! Milligan quickly crawled up to Michael, while Lucifer switched back to Sam, and took his hand.
"Michael?"
The archangel opened his eyes with a quiet groan and looked at Adam, weakly squeezing his hand in response, he did not have enough strength for more.
Adam touched the archangel's cheek with his other hand, looking into his eyes. He regretted that he was not a powerful being, because this way he could, if not heal, then at least take away the pain from the archangel, and so he could only sit and hold his hand tightly, hoping that he was even stronger than he seemed and would not disconnect from the pain.
Milligan glanced at the body in front of him. He didn't like the sight of the mutilated archangel. Michael breathed heavily, hoarsely, with a whistle, but he breathed and winced every now and then from the pain in his damaged ribs, and the bruises and abrasions did not go away. Adam quickly unbuttoned Michael's shirt, looking, as he hoped, at all the damage. He was afraid to turn the archangel over, because he already saw how serious his injuries were, although, of course, he could not imagine the full picture.
Adam couldn't do anything for the archangel, so he did what probably everyone would have done if someone was on the verge of life and death and there was no way to help him: he began to pray. Silently, without moving his lips and closing his eyes, he prayed without knowing to whom, but for some reason he was sure that he would be heard.
Suddenly, he felt a warmth that passed through his entire body and remained in his palms, which became warmer and warmer until they became so hot that Milligan was seriously afraid that he would be able to do some harm to the archangel.
Mentally, he imagined Michael's injuries, which he had already noticed and he felt uneasy. Forcing these thoughts away with an effort of will, he focused on helping the archangel.
After a few minutes, the heat began to fade and Adam opened his eyes as soon as the heat was completely gone. Michael still lay with his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. Adam decided not to disturb him, but he didn't dare to go far, so he just curled up next to him, trying not to touch the archangel's body at all, and also closed his eyes, hoping to fall into a sleep unrelated to the Cage.
It was terribly cold in the Cage for a person, or so it seemed to him, but after a couple of seconds he felt an archangel move next to him, and after a few seconds Adam felt that soft warm wings covered him. Milligan moved a little back to Michael, it was warmest there, and the Archangel's arms embraced him, pressing him closer to himself. Hot breath burned his neck and then his ear, causing Adam to get goosebumps.
"Thank you," Michael whispered, nuzzling Adam's neck, "thank you…"
Adam closed his eyes. The silence that enveloped them was simply deafening, but Adam couldn't sleep without figuring out one detail.
"Are you okay?" he asked in a barely audible voice, but in the silence it was heard just fine.
Michael's arms tightened around Adam.
"Yes," he answered quietly, "thanks to you."
Adam carefully turned over to the other side, because it was uncomfortable to lie with his back, he could not see the expression on the archangel's face.
"Close your eyes," Michael smiled faintly at him.
Adam intertwined his fingers with Michael's fingers, his eyes closed and he fell into a dream.
Michael admired Milligan's serene expression for a few seconds, and then lightly kissed him on the forehead and also closed his eyes.
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