between hope and fear;

i am not up to date with the show (though i am very, very slowly catching up). this blog does  n o t  follow the canon. while i realize (through tumblr of course) that michael and adam were recently ejected from the cage for whatever reason, here, it’s just adam (unless we’ve talked prior about it of course).

A startled noise and a blank stare are his only response for a moment, eyes wide as he stares at Michael. And then slowly, recognition begins to take control. The person speaking to him was Michael, his Michael, and he had asked him a very simple question. 

And he... He was Adam, and he was here, in the house they shared with his service dog, Sgt Pickle Bear. He was alright, he was safe. What was the question again? 

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Call me Mr. Rattlebone Holy Ghost who haunts your home They don't know you like I know you

Snow falls around him and the world is silent, everything covered in a soft white blanket. He stands alone, hands in his coat pockets and eyes staring off into the middle distance, lost in thought. Soon he too is covered in the stuff, looking more and more a part of the landscape around him, though he doesn’t seem to notice or mind.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly

A distant melody plays, as if stuck in a memory, a singular verse repeating over and over again. What was it they had called him so often before? Blackbird? Bluebird? He couldn’t quite remember, but smiled all the same, knowing that it was meant as an endearment.

The rumble of an engine sounds somewhere behind him, breaking his silent reverie and bringing him back to the present. A hand lifts, knocks some of the snow from his hair as he turns around, ready to face what he’d been searching for. A soft smile, blue eyes shining with an inner light as he watches them trudge through the snow, their voices getting louder the closer they get.

“Sam. Dean.” The gravel in his voice is softened by affection, warmth practically dripping off of their names as he speaks them. “It’s good to see you again.” He’d missed them so much.