i’m not aware of anything

i can't believe it's been an entire year since my first dip into this community, since i started drawing and talking about my little guys and it's been honestly one of the best times i've ever had in any fandom, i've met so much wonderful, kind and talented people that have made me grow so much both as an artist and as a person and i'm just!!! so grateful to know all of you!!!

shout out to (once again) ck for giving me the idea of making a sort of sequel to my first midam drawing, it was a very good opportunity to show how much things have kinda changed in this year!! both for me and for them!! now they not only have a tremendous amount of house plants but also a garden, one they've grown and taken care of together one day at a time <3

“You're sure that no one can see us, right?” Adam asked, shifting closer until he was basically sitting in Michael's lap.

“Yes, Addy. I'm sure.” Michael wrapped the arms of his projection around Adam. “Are you cold?”

“Hm. If I say yes, are you gonna cuddle me closer?”

“I'm not sure that's possible. But I can try.” With a thought, Michael's wings wrapped around them, cocooning them in their own little world. Since Michael's own 'body' was just a projection, the wings sprouted from Adam's back, connected to the swirling grace underneath his skin. It was one of two spots where Michael pooled it for stability – the back for structural stability, and in his chest, next to his soul, for emotional stability. Otherwise, his grace was evenly distributed throughout Adam's body.

“That's better,” Adam mumbled as he leaned against one of the wings, his hair brushing the feathers.

Settling one of his hands on the back of Adam's neck, Michael made sure that Adam was especially warm everywhere they touched. He was already warmest there, but a little more couldn't hurt, especially if it let Adam know that Michael was taking care of him.

In turn, Adam pressed a kiss to the side of his face and slung his soul tighter around Michael's grace.

“Hello!”

They both startled at the voice coming from right next to them, Michael's wings flaring out on instinct. Adam sprang up, his heartbeat accelerated as they saw – Jack. The nephil was simply standing there, frowning a little at their surprised reactions and slowly lowering the hand that they had apparently raised in greeting.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,” Jack said, their demeanour as open and honest as always.

“Jeez. How did you even find us?” Adam turned to Michael. “I thought you said we can't be seen.”

“Not by humans, or their technology,” Michael told him, then turned towards Jack, his projection still sitting on the ground. “Nephilim who were once God are a different thing altogether.”

“It was only a few months,” Jack pointed out. They frowned. “And the God thing didn't leave any lasting effects, right?”

“No. I think you could have found us even if you were just a regular archangel nephil.”

Adam grinned, having gotten over his surprise. “Whatever the definition of 'regular' is for that. Anyway, did you need something from us?”

“Not really. I was just wondering why you're up here.” Craning their neck, Jack looked towards Earth. “I've never been on the moon before. It's kind of cool, but also pretty empty.”

“It is. We came here to look at Earth, mostly – it's Earth Day, you know.” Adam sat back down next to Michael and patted the ground on his other side. “You wanna sit with us?”

Michael would have rather spent more time alone with Adam, but Adam mentally nudged him for that sentiment. We can spare a few minutes for Jack, he said within their mind. We have all day.

That was true, Michael supposed. And Jack usually made for pleasant company – completely different from their adopted father Castiel, the nephil was kind and thoughtful.

“It's also our anniversary,” Michael said as Jack sat down next to Adam.

“Anniversary? Of what?”

“Our wedding.” Adam smiled and took Michael's hand.

It hadn't been a big wedding. Almost no one had been invited, safe for Raphael, Gabriel and Kate. Raphael and Gabriel had both been 'best angel', as Adam had called it, a fact that had seemed to please them both immensely, even if Raphael had tried to hide it.

Funny how Michael's siblings had been able to accept his relationship with Adam much faster than Sam and Dean had accepted their own brothers relationship to an archangel. Even now, the Winchesters still seemed to be wary of it. Then again, so was Castiel. Most other angels just seemed a little confused, though they had many more pressing issues to worry about. Remodelling Heaven, Hell and Purgatory had taken a long time, and even now there was much to do.

At least Kate accepted them, if still in a 'I can't believe my son is married to an archangel' kind of way. That was how Kate generally treated him: With the politeness and devoutness of a religious person. One who had told her son time and time again what a significance it had that he was born on St. Michael's Day.

Well. Maybe she'd been right about the significance. Or maybe it had been one of his father's absurd and slightly cruel jokes, but Adam and Michael had turned it into something meaningful.

Michael did wish that Kate would treat him more like a person than a mystical entity who was not to be opposed – which was funny, because usually he wanted people to see him as a powerful entity to be feared and whose command was to be followed. But this was Adam's mother. His own mother-in-law. (Yes, he had a mother-in-law now, a fact that he was fairly smug about, because no other archangel had ever had a mother figure in their lives.)

It would come with time, he hoped, that Kate would finally see him as a 'normal' son-in-law. Though he understood it was difficult for humans to understand the concept of angels and accept them as equals, her son had managed. So would she. And if it took a hundred years or a thousand – Michael would be patient.

“You celebrate your anniversary because you love each other, right?” Jack asked, startling Michael out of his thoughts.

Adam's eyes were soft when he looked at Michael. In turn, Michael gave him a fond smile. “Yes,” he said, squeezing Adam's hand.

“I thought so. Eileen said anniversaries were stupid, but then she was pretty happy when Sam gave her a necklace on the anniversary of her resurrection.” Jack was beaming. “The pendant is silver!”

“That's very thoughtful of Sam,” Michael said diplomatically. Honestly, he thought Eileen could do much better. But then again, her relationship didn't seem to be limited to Sam, if recent chats with Gabriel and Rowena were anything to go by.

“Did you get each other anything?”

“We went to an aquarium. Michael got me this.” Adam held up the plushy.

“Oh, I love penguins!” Jack ran their fingers through the plushy's fur. “It's so soft!”

“Yeah.” Adam said it to Jack, but his eyes were once again on Michael. “Soft and sweet.”

Michael huffed, but leaned against Adam's shoulder. He was neither soft nor sweet, though if Adam saw him that way and liked it, then so be it.

You're always very soft and careful with me, Adam said across their bond. And sweet, because you get me presents all the time.

Those were nothing. It barely took any grace for Michael to get items or to make other humans give them to Adam.

That doesn't matter, Adam told him.

Right. Because it's the thought that counts, Michael remembered. It made him smile, both metaphysically and, because he let himself, physically. Some human customs and expressions were still strange to him. For an angel, only action was relevant. Showing devotion, fulfilling missions...

Michael supposed times had changed, had been changing since even before God lost his powers, and maybe the difference was even greater for angels than for humans. But still. Old habits, and all that.

Adam broadcast his feelings rather than words across their bond, but the meaning was clear: You don't have to show devotion or do anything for me. I'll love you anyway.

Squeezing Adam's hand again, Michael sent his own love back.

I know. The realization had left him speechless, all those years ago that he'd first had it. Even now, it felt exciting, and a little scary. But I'm devoted to you anyway.

I know. There was amusement interlaced with Adam's fondness. “I also got something for Michael, but it's at home,” he said aloud.

“What is it?” Jack asked, excited.

“It's not important what it is,” Michael hastened to say, feeling Adam's mental laughter. “It's the thought that counts!”

“Right. But...” Jack frowned.

It was a whole array of Disney DVDs – after Michael had very much enjoyed watching Elsa and Anna hash out their problems and have love between siblings save the day... Well, Adam had gotten some ideas.

But Jack didn't have to know that.

Maybe they'd watch them with us, Adam thought at him.

I'd rather watch them with just you.

Do we need to buy tissues?

Michael bristled, but only a little, because he knew it wasn't meant seriously. Still. I would have to consciously make my projection shed tears. Which I won't.

Right. My soft and sweet, but very tough archangel.

Again, there was amusement, but it was gentle and Michael enjoyed the way it reverberated through their bond and interlaced with his own. Gently, Michael leaned against him again, letting the head of his projection rest against Adam's while his thumb rubbed over the ring on Adam's finger.

If I'm soft and sweet, it's only for you.

Sure babe. Adam turned his head to press a kiss to Michael's temple.

With the Earth above them and the plushy on Adam's lap, they fell into an easy silence. Even Jack seemed lost in thought, looking up at his home world. Though he had spent a lot of time in Heaven by now, Earth was still his home, the same as for Adam. Centuries upon centuries in the cage couldn't change that. And now it was Michael's home, too – if only because Earth was where Adam was most of the time.