#cagedbrother

[This is actually so great, I love it. c: I was wondering if I should mention that Adam doesn’t like angels using their powers on him but you knew that somehow and I feel proud?? We could make this a thread!!]

[ ahh good, I’m glad you do! c: and I used to rp with an Adam once upon a time who didn’t like angels touching him or using their powers so I kind of took that idea and ran with it? so I’m glad it worked out with yours! C:

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This is something new. Considering he’s able to spontaneously heal others, he’s extremely unfamiliar with this “patching up” thing. But Adam’s hurt, and he wants to help.

“If you’re not going to allow me to heal you, at least let me help.” He murmurs, lifting up a wet cloth and beginning to gingerly wipe it over the human’s injury. Eyebrows furrowed, Samandriel’s expression becomes one of intense concentration as he cleans the blood away slowly. He’s quiet as he works, worried that talking will end up distracting him--he’s not used to needing to focus this much.

          Once he determines that the arm he’s working on is as clean as           it’s going to get without being straight up healed, the angel stares           at it for a moment, then lifts his gaze, lips pursed.

“I’m not certain if this requires...” Breaking off, he has to recall the word. “...Stitches?” That’s it. ...He’s pretty sure. Even if he knew if it needed stitches, he isn’t so sure he’d be able to...do them. Or whatever. But the bleeding seems to have stopped, so maybe it’s okay? Hoping this is the case, guessing that Adam probably doesn’t want him attempting stitches anyway, Samandriel reaches for the bandage that the human had been planning to use on himself and inspects it.

          It takes him just a few seconds to figure out how it’s supposed to           work, then he’s quickly peeling the back off of it and looking back            to the injury. With incredible caution, more than should be           necessary for this, he slowly lowers the bandage. Again, more           slowly than should be necessary. But he wants to make he does           it right.

Finally, he settles the sterile padding over the cut, and the adhesive to Adam’s skin. Satisfied, though uncertain it’s all the human way of healing requires, blue eyes dart back up to meet Adam’s gaze.

It isn’t often that he searches for specific humans. Honestly, it isn’t all that often that he leaves Heaven--or rather, before, it wasn’t a common occurrence. Ever since his...experiences with Crowley, however, Samandriel’s been a little more free to do as he pleases. ...Which is a struggle, honestly, as he’s not sure exactly what he wants to do.

On this particular day though, he’s on something of a mission. A mission purely instigated by curiosity. He’s looking for a particular Winchester--not the ones that angels typically look for, rather...the generally forgotten one. He can’t quite put a finger on why he feels this is so important, but it just is. Adam was treated so horribly in the past by the angels, something Samandriel was never personally fond of, so he kind of just...wants to check in. See how he’s getting on.

Thus, he appears behind the human once he’s been found, the only indication of his arrival being the typical sound of fluttering wings.

“Adam?” The angel questions, taking just a single step forward. “You are Adam Milligan, correct?”

She wasn’t as strong as she used to be, but no angel could retrieve a person from Hell and come out unscathed, even less so from Lucifer’s cage. So to say the least, she was tired, exhausted, actually, when she returned to earth with the Milligan boy in tow.

She was breathing hard, trying not to fall over, but soon dropped to her knees. If she was exhausted from the journey, she didn’t want to think about how the human was affected, nor how the cage had affected him.

When Dean saw Adam on the other side of the diner, several possible reasons went through his head. Either Adam had escaped the cage soulless, like Sammy or this was Michael, using Adam’s body as a meat suit. That he might be intact - soul and all - was an impossibility in Dean’s mind. He wasn’t going to take any chances.

Ruby glanced over at the person sitting next to her at the bar, something about him seeming oddly familiar. She knew she was on a job, but her curiosity seemed to get the better of her. “Rough day?” she asked in a nonchalant voice.