Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 20

            "Oh, you look so handsome!"

            Adam sighed as his mother snapped another picture. He stood at the foot of the stairs dressed in a simple black suit. He looked tired and bored – all he could think was: I could be watching Sherlock right now . . . Or sleeping . . . Sleeping would be better. Adam had been so excited to go earlier – he'd never been to a Homecoming, after all – but now all he wanted to do was stay at home, lie in bed, eat pizza, and watch Netflix. If his mother wasn't forcing him to go, that's what he would have been doing at that moment. It's what he wanted to be doing, that was for sure.

            "Oh, Adam," his mother chided as she observed his grim expression. "Cheer up! You'll have lots of fun once you get there."

            Of course, Adam would never tell her the real reason he didn't want to go. Originally, he'd wanted to go see Sam, but after Michael . . . The archangel had become the real reason to go at all – at least before their fight. Now he didn't want to go. He didn't want to risk seeing Michael there. The archangel clearly believed that humans were below him – that they shouldn't be in a relationship with angels. They didn't deserve it.

            I was so stupid, he thought, glancing out the window at the wet street. Leaves stuck to the pavement from the rainfall earlier that day. He hadn't spoken, or prayed to his – to Michael – since their argument. And that was fine with him. At least, that's what he tried to tell himself. He would never admit that he did miss Michael. He missed seeing the archangel every day. He missed lying in bed with him. He missed his soft lips and how they would gently brush across his face. He missed everything about him. He wanted his archangel back, but refused to bow to him. I won't cave, he thought with determination. Let Michael come crawling back to me! He needs to know that we're equal. I'm not below him, and he isn't above or below me.

            Maybe the whole issue would be resolved at the dance. It was wishful thinking, but it was something.

            After about a dozen more pictures, Adam and his mother headed out to the care. "It's a shame your father couldn't be here," his mother commented as they pulled out of the driveway.

            It's a shame Michael couldn't be here, he thought with remorse. "Yeah," he sighed, making no effort to conceal his melancholy.

            "What's the matter?"

            "Nothing . . ." When his mother kept shooting nervous glances at him, he was forced to elaborate. "Really, mom. I'm fine." He was lying through his teeth but it got his mother to shut up for the rest of the ride.

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            The theme of the dance was the Roaring Twenties. Since most girls wore short dresses to Homecoming anyway, it fit. Adam could have cared less, of course, but he did like the gold, silver, and black that decorated the gymnasium. There was some food in the cafeteria – finger food, really. Adam glanced over the appetizers and nicely decorated tables briefly before heading into the gym. He saw a few creatures already there: a few vampires in one particularly dark corner, a djin in another – her bright blue skin glowing a fluorescent shade in the half-light. Adam also noticed a few angels gathered around the bleachers. To his relief, Michael was not among them, but he did recognize a few. Zachariah, Anna, and Uriel were all standing around like stiffs. Meanwhile, Balthazar – the yin to Gabriel's yang when it came to partying – was pestering the DJ who was in the final stages of setting up his equipment.

            Adam awkwardly lingered near the doorway, silently begging Sam to hurry up and get there already. No one was looking at him – who would notice the lonely little human standing all by himself anyway? He let out a small sigh and leaned against the chilled brick wall of the gym. Adam closed his eyes and let out a small sigh, regretting showing up at this stupid dance in the first place.