First Impression ... - An Adamandriel Fanfiction-

Chapter 12

„Adam, I do not know much about your life, but I am pretty sure that this was, in fact, the most moronic thing you have ever done!" Samandriel placed the jar on the chair and talked to it in frustration. "Now your body is gone! Yes, I know you won't be haunted by Michael, but at which cost?" He looked at the jar exasperated at the black smoke, as if he thought Adam would answer him, but obviously he couldn't. The angel didn't even know if Adam could hear him, but right now he couldn't care less about that. He was angry with him and he needed to calm down. The easiest way for him was to argue with him – ignoring that no one answered him. "You have no body now, you idiot! How are you supposed to live? Should I just keep you as my pet now, or what? Because, apparently, no one else will take care over you! If anyone is ever going to visit me, it will look like that: Hey, welcome in my room. Over there you can see my favorite books, over there through the window you can see the garden – Oh, and that thing over there is Adam, the demon I took care over for some days when I was on earth, who lives now in a jar because he gave his body to an insane archangel, that is, by the way, one of my older brothers!" His light blue eyes were glowing golden now, while he stared at the glass.

He was so frustrated that he lost the control over his powers for some seconds and the jar exploded. Usually, mistakes like that never happened to Samandriel, but now it did and he just stared at the dark smoke, which was now out again, in shock and surprise. Quickly, Samandriels eyes roamed the shelf, but he couldn't find another empty one. "No, come back!" He rushed over to the cupboards and searched for another receptacle. I need to find another one! Otherwise it would be unbelievable hard to find him again! But something made him end his search. He could hear a gasp behind him and the angel turned around; expecting his brother Castiel or one of the Winchesters – maybe even both – but he was wrong. He forgot about Michael's old vessel, which was coughing and gasping for air while he slowly stood up. Was the body's owner still alive? Could that be possible? The blue eyes inspected the young man in front of him. Of course he still looked the same as he did when Michael possessed him, but something was different. The hazel eyes – that were bronze because of Michael back then – looked around the room. The expressions weren't the ones of someone that was insane anymore. The older one thought that the way he acted would have been strange and new to him, but surprisingly it wasn't. He knew these expressions, he didn't saw them that often, but he definitely knew them ...
Before the dark haired one could say a word, he walked over and slapped him. "Ouch ..." The voice sounded different but Samandriel was familiar with the way the person emphasized while he spoke. "Well, I deserved that ..." He smiled doubtful and his right hand brushed away his now black hair a bit. "Yes, you did you jerk of a demon!" Samandriel had been right when he slapped him. It was Adam, he possessed Michael's old vessel when the jar shattered.

"Michael is away now, right?" "Yeah, he is because now you do not have your own body anymore. Isn't that great?" Adam raised his eyebrows in surprise, when the angel sounded suddenly so angry and even a bit sarcastic. "Why is that such an issue for you?" "Because that", he pointed at the demons new body, "is not you. That is not you at all!" "Aww, did you like my body so much?" He smirked – seems like he found his confidence again – and leaned a bit down to Samandriel, who wasn't very happy to see that the demon was still taller than him, even in this different body. He disliked that a lot, since it seemed like everyone ignored that he was a person of authority. Somehow no one seemed to see him as the serious, millennial old, powerful being he was; they only saw him as the small, young adult in this "hilarious uniform" - like people use to call it – named Alfie."Why aren't you answering me?" The angel was brought back to reality and realized that he just looked at the other one for some seconds without any sign that he listened to him. "I do not miss your body, I just think you should get it back, because Michael is insane and he should be stopped." "I know." Adam smiled again. "That was a trap." "What?" "It was a trap; I knew exactly what I did." Honestly, Samandriel didn't really believe him, so he just shook his head in confusion. "What do you mean? What is your plan? What will you do now? I want to know that!" He was curious and confused at the same time. "Well, I won't do much from now on, except for waiting. Someone else will deal with that." "And who will deal with that?"

Samandriel sat on Adams bed and tried to wait there patiently, but he couldn't. He didn't get an answer from the demon; he just winked and said they should go back to his home. Luckily Samandriel closed the door to the room where he looked at the photos, before Adam could notice that he opened the box and left the photos on the table, the sofa and the ground. He would clean it up later, but now he couldn't. He was waiting for the younger one.
"Adam? When will you come back?" Some minutes ago Adam grabbed some of his clothes and wanted to change, before he would show him who would help him. "I'm back, calm down." The demon grinned slightly. "You need to be more patient, Alfie." "It's Samandriel ..." The angel's eyes roamed the stranger's body. Yes, it was Adam, he shouldn't see him as a stranger, but he couldn't change it. He was used to see the weird, blonde male with the bad humor that found his own jokes funnier than the people around him. At least that was what he thought about him. The black hair and the hazel-brown eyes didn't fit in Samandriels opinion. Maybe it reminded him too much of Michael. "I would be more patient if someone would already tell me what we're going to do!" Adam shook his head, slightly laughing. "Impatient little angel ..." He walked over to the bed and sat down on the other side of it. "Okay, listen, since I couldn't move away while I was on the weird-ass chair of my brothers I obviously couldn't contact anyone. But someone contacted me, through the dreams, like Michael used to do it, before he found me. So, when I was knocked out I made an arrangement ..." I don't like the way you said 'arrangement' Adam ... It sounds like you did something you shouldn't have been doing ... "What kind of an arrangement? Do you mean a deal?" The demon shook his head. "No, it's not really a deal ... I will contact the person through the dreams now and tell them what happened and you, nosy angel, can visit the dream to see if it's save. I already know its save, but you are such an inquisitive angel, you would just sneak into them without my permission anyways." Samandriel crossed his arms and glared at Adam in an offended way. "I am not inquisitive and I would not do that!" "Oh? So should I go alone?" "No!"