Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 30

            Adam did his best to keep away from Michael the entire day. At Homecoming, a lot had been made clear. Michael supposedly swore that he would stop being so prejudiced towards human and let Adam see that he couldn't live without him. Adam should have been happy. He should have been overjoyed, even, that Michael had opened up so much. But he just couldn't find it in him. He felt almost uneasy, like things were awkward now between them. As much as Adam tried, he kept picturing Michael's angry face and his harsh voice as he complained about how angels and humans didn't belong together. He... he wouldn't have said that if he didn't mean it, right? I mean... the thought crossed his mind at the very least.

When the school day finally ended, Adam made a mad dash out of the building and toward his house. He knew that Michael would try to find him and walk him home. He wanted to avoid that situation at all costs.

He made it about half way home before a large, blond haired figure appeared in front of him. Adam attempted to skid to a halt, but ended up colliding with the broad-shouldered archangel. Michael caught him with strong arms, his vessel not moving an inch from impact. "Why are you in such a hurry?" Michael inquired. The archangel's eyes were hard, but Adam recognized a hidden pain within them. It made him feel guilty.

"My . . . My dad is coming to pick me up after school. We're going out to dinner and ten he's gonna take me home," Adam said. That wasn't a lie; John was coming to pick him up, but not for a few hours. John . . . John Winchester . . . That was another problem that Adam had to deal with. The list of complications just kept getting longer and longer. Sam didn't even know that Adam was his half-brother yet and Dean . . . Well, Dean just terrified him.

Michael's gaze didn't soften. "Okay, Adam, now you're just insulting me. I'm an angel of the Lord, you think I wouldn't know if you were being dishonest with me?" he snapped, his voice rising a few octaves.

"I am not lying!" Adam insisted indignantly. "I just . . . I didn't want you to walk me home. You know Michael, sometimes people lie to protect others – to spare their feelings."

"I'd much rather you tell me the truth instead of dancing around it," was Michael's response. "My brother Balthazar told me that if our relationship was going to work, we needed to trust each other and be honest."

"That's just it, Michael," Adam huffed in exasperation. He felt his chest grow very tight. The next words he was going to say were clinging to his tongue – they didn't want to leave. They didn't want to hurt Michael. "I don't know if we . . . if we can make this work."

Michael froze, stared at the human for a moment, then took a step back. He straightened up a little. His eyes hardened significantly. There was no emotion in them anymore; he had shut down and gone to angelic robot mode. "And why do you think that, Adam?" His voice was frightening – dark, angry.

"I know you apologized for what you said—"

"I did," the archangel interrupted.

"But that doesn't make it okay! I can't just . . . let it go. I mean . . . I can't stop thinking about it. I . . . I really care about you, Michael. I do. I . . . I want to be with you and be happy . . . but when I think about you, all I can remember is that angry look on your face and saying that humans don't deserve to be with angels. I just . . . I can't see you saying that if you didn't believe it, at least a little bit," Adam said softly. He avoided Michael's gaze as he spoke and studied the cracked sidewalk. He didn't care look up.