Supernatural High [Destiel and Sabriel High School AU]

Chapter 35

Adam didn't go to school the rest of the week. Sam and Dean had stayed home also, which was understandable. The two brothers went home with Bobby Singer, a close family friend. Dean was eighteen and technically Sam's legal guardian, but it was best for both of them if they lived with Bobby, or so Adam had been told.

The days were long. They drug on for what seemed like an eternity. Adam seldom left his room except to go to the bathroom. Every now and then, his mother would bring him food and beg him to eat. He would humor her a bit – take a few nibbles until she smiled. She'd usually leave the room then and he would throw the rest of the food out the window. His appetite was gone.

Adam's mind replayed the "accident" over and over again. "Accident" was what the police called it – what his mother called it. It was no accident. It was murder. But the police would never understand. His mother would never understand, even if she did know about the "other" world. Adam didn't want her to know a demon had killed John – and almost him too. Kate Milligan didn't need to worry about her son any more than she already was. A part of Adam felt relieved in a bittersweet way. Sam and Dean finally knew the truth. He was their brother. That secret was off his chest. The price, however, was John's life. Adam was disconnected from his father, so his grief was not as extreme or as consuming as Sam and Dean's, but he did feel guilt. Lilith was coming after me too . . . Maybe to get at Michael . . . If I hadn't been in that car . . .

Michael had saved him, but didn't have time to save John.

My father died . . . but here I am . . . I'm still here. Why do I get special treatment? There is nothing important about me. I'm no one . . . I'm not even a real Winchester. If I died or disappeared everyone would forget about me. Sam and Dean would move on. My mother would. John wouldn't even know the difference. The world would keep turning. I'm nothing. I'm just an after-thought. Whenever he thought this, Michael came to mind. If there was one being in this world that would miss Adam if something happened to him, it was Michael. Even if no one else cared – if they moved on and forgot who Adam even was, Michael would remember . . . for a time. But Michael is an angel. He can have anyone he wants, and he'll forget me too one day.

His archangel visited him daily. The interactions were usually very somber and reserved. Michael would stand there, stare at him awkwardly for a while (that seemed to be a normality for most angels), and then quietly tell him what was going on at school. When that was over, Michael would sit on the bed and watch Adam's every move, check his injuries, or sometimes just look out the window. Adam would watch his angel just as intently. Michael was perfect, of course. He had known this for a while, but that didn't stop his breath from being taken away whenever Michael met his eyes.

At first, he had been angry with Michael for saving him – it was stupid, but he could not stop what he felt. But, in all actuality, he knew that it wasn't Michael's fault. Michael protected his human. He did what he needed to do. Adam knew that, and he felt bad for taking out his self-hatred on his angel. I shouldn't be alive . . . John shouldn't be dead. A part of Adam wanted to tell him this, but he couldn't find the words.

Friday of that week, Michael showed up as usual. He didn't seem to have anything to report that day, so he made his way over to the window. Adam watched as Michael opened the window, a cool autumn breeze entering the room. Michael's golden hair billowed slightly, making him look even more regal than usual. "Sorry if you didn't want it open," he murmured. "But I felt really warm suddenly. My vessel needed the breeze."

"Michael," Adam said softly.

The angel's head instantly snapped toward him. Adam had spoken maybe three words to him since John's death. His brown eyes alight with expectancy.