First Impression ... - An Adamandriel Fanfiction-

Chapter 15

„That was such a dumb idea, Samandriel!" The angel sat on the sofa, downstairs in the living room and stared to the ground. "Now he is probably even madder than he already was!" He sighed and leaned his head against the backrest of the couch and stared at the wall; but he only sat like this for some seconds because someone started to talk. "No, I am not mad at you." He jumped up and turned around; facing the owner of the house he was currently in. "A-Adam ...!" He was quite surprised that he saw him here. He really did think that he was mad at him and wouldn't come down within the next hours. "You are not mad at me? Why?" The demon chuckled. "Sounds like you want me to be angry with you." "No! That's not what I want! I am just ... confused why you seem so normal ... I mean ... I left a mess. Those pictures are important for you and I treated them like they are nothing!" The dark haired male shrugged. "Its fine I guess. They are all still okay and you apologized. I am fine with that. I already knew that you are curious as fuck, I shouldn't have been so surprised when I found out that you looked at them." "So ..." The angel looked at him shyly, "You are really not angry anymore?" The demon smiled and shook his head. „No, I am not, don't worry Alfie." "Samandriel!" "Alfie. I don't accept anything else." Samandriel crossed his arms and looked at him while he started to pout a bit. "Don't use the puppy eyes, Alfie. They don't work- Stop it!" Even though he was about to say that they would not work for him they did work and Samandriel smirked at Adam. "Are you really sure about that, Adam Winchester?"
"Milligan."
"I will continue to call you Winchester until you stop calling me Alfie."
"Come on, that's not fair! I have a legit reason to call you Alfie, but you don't have a reason to call me Winchester."
"At first: Angels are never fair, or was it any angel you have ever met? Secondly: Your father's last name was Winchester. He is your father, so you could be viewed as a Winchester too."
"Now I feel insulted, Alfie."
"Deal with it, Winchester."
Adam looked at Samandriel for some seconds until he was the one that started to pout; just like the angel did not even two minutes ago. "Oh come on!" The brown haired male laughed. "Don't try that! I am an angel; I am actually immune against that kind of stuff." But the younger one just crossed his arms and sticks out this tongue and turned away then. Now the angel was a bit confused. He never behaved like this, what was wrong now? "Adam?" He tilted his head, but Adam ignored him. "Milligan?" Now his voice sounded a bit worried. Maybe he crossed a line? Maybe he had said something wrong? "Oh come on, I wanted to be the diva this time, don't sound so sad!" "That's not nice Adam!"
"Demons aren't nice, Alfie." He grinned at him and Samandriel threw a pillow at him again; this time it was one that layed on the sofa next to him. "One day you will kill me with a pillow ... I can literally see that happening."
"No!" The angel shook his head. "I won't kill you. You seem to be quite nice. Okay, you can be a brat from time to time, but despite from that I think you are nice."
"Thank you, Alfie."
"Guess I have to take it back. You are annoying." He looked at the demon with a straight face and caused him to laugh. "Oh, thanks, that is way better, Alfie. Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."
He tilted his head. "Okay, sure, what do you want to know?" "Well, you already looked at the pictures, but maybe you want to know the story behind them? Then it would maybe make more sense for you too and maybe you can understand why I kept them." The blueish eyes of the angel lightened up and he looked excited and happy. "Really? I would love to hear the story!" Sometimes he was like a little child. He loved stories, especially happy ones and the people on the photos looked happy, so Adam would tell him good stories about his memories, right? That could only be a great day then! "Okay, I will just get them, wait here ..."

Some days had passed by and Samandriel and Adam got along with each other very well by now. The angel never thought that he was bad or evil ever again; in fact Adam was a really nice and gentle person if you get to meet him. Okay, he still had a weird sense of humor and he didn't always understand the jokes he told him, but that was fine. He would understand them one day; he was sure he would.
Adam had to realize that not every angel was bad and boring. Samandriel was a great companion, of course sometimes it was still very obvious that he was an angel and that he was way older than humanity but he learned fast. Soon he could also just be a shy and social anxious human.
Somehow both became friends.
They both had their fun, Samandriel learned more about Adam and humanity, Adam learned more about heaven and the angels. But there was something Samandriel still disliked, and it was Adams vessel. Even though he spends more time with him in his new body he could only see Michael in it. But he never said a word. Adam couldn't change it, Michael had his body and Lucifer still hadn't shown up yet. Maybe he tricked Adam ... Both of them couldn't know that. But the angel knew that he would be more comfortable when Adam was Adam again. It felt weird to sit next to him; talk to him; see him.

It was late at night and Samandriel sat in the living room again; with a book in his hands. It was currently 2 am and Adam was asleep, upstairs in his bedroom. The angel enjoyed the silence that the nighttime created. He couldn't hear anything. Okay, sometimes he could hear the wind or the trees next to the house but that was all. But something interrupted the silence; fast steps. Samandriel turned around and Adam stood in front of him, his black hair was disheveled and he was only wearing a t-shirt and boxer shorts. The brown eyes were widened. "Adam, what happened?"
"You, upstairs, now!"
"What? Why?"
"Lucifer appeared in my dream again! He found Michael!"