I mock it and I kinda like it

Off of the earth, Michael had no use of Adam as his vessel, and thus, Adam had no importance.

In Lucifier’s Cage, Sam Winchester screamed, Lucifer raged, and Michael fumed, as far away from Sam and Lucifer as the borders of their prison would allow.

Adam’s little soul was an afterthought, something inconsequential that Michael had absent-mindedly tucked within the galaxy of his own grace the moment they were in hell, only because Adam was something that was his.

So Adam slept, through the centuries in hell, as soundly as he had beneath the hand of Michael’s will when the archangel had walked in his skin on earth, and Adam dreamt.  He grew up again and again, and there were The Ghouls, because Adam was in hell, and hell was in his mind.

The Ghouls chased him up the stairs of his home, when he dies and when he was only a child.  The Ghouls wait for him at the hospital.  The Ghouls would find him when he’s hiking or sailing at all the places he thought he’ll one day live to see.

Aside from Lucifer and Sam, there was nothing in the cage, and Nothing hurts, and  that Nothing that Michael was now bound in was a terrible thing that was much greater than Adam Milligan’s insignificant nightmares, but Adam was something that Michael could affect, so Michael does.  When Adam’s terror become discomforting for Michael he would walk inside Adam’s dream and wrest him from the grasp of the ghouls, because Adam was something that was his.

Soon, Adam recognized who Michael was.

Eventually, Adam recognized who Adam was.

There was no clocks in hell that ran true.  They were on earth, and then they were inside The Cage.  Sam was trapped with them, and then he was gone with Death.  Adam was an afterthought, and then he was desired.

It happened after something that had happened many times before, Michael interrupting Adam’s nightmares, and Adam changed by falling before Michael on his knees.  His eyes were blue and his face was soft and his soul was sweet, his soul was always sweet, Adam was worthy of heaven and he had gave himself up to God (to Michael) because he was a good son.

So the great Archangel took Adam into his arms, and kissed him deep, because this was Adam’s dream.  He drank up Adam’s adoration with a pleasure he hadn’t felt in eons and drew more pleads and prayers by taking possession of Adam on his dorm room’s bed.  Michael claimed Adam in the human way, because it was what Adam would understand.  He claimed Adam because Adam belonged to him.  His fall within the human charade of dreams was completed, when he spilled inside Adam’s tight warm body and stayed holding him on that college room bed in the aftermath.  Cradling a human in a dream in hell, he shouldn’t feel peaceful at all - he shouldn’t.

(People make their own hells)

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AN: Listen to this, Depeche Mode’s Little Soul (2008). Working title for this thing is maybe “Attention”, originally this post stopped a sentence after the Read More tag.  I remember that hell is supposed to be a terrible place, for those that fell, because it was a place absent of God’s love.  I remember reading Neil Gailman’s The Books of Magic, I don’t even remember anymore which member of the Trenchcoat Brigade showed Timothy Hunter what heaven and hell looked like, but hell was a place that people who have died made for themselves.