#midamoul

Team Free Love | Dean x Sam x Gabriel x Cas

Winklinestiel | Dean x Sam x Cas x Jack

WinJimstiel | Dean x Sam x Cas x Jimmy

WinJesstiel | Dean x Sam x Cas x Jess

Sam x Adam x Michael x Lucifer

Sabrieleena | Sam x Gabriel x Eileen x Rowena

Michcestifer | Dean x Sam x Michael x Lucifer

Megcestiel | Dean x Sam x Meg x Cas

MeanJimstiel | Dean x Cas x Meg x Jimmy

Lucestiel | Dean x Sam x Lucifer x Cas

Jody x Donna x Ellen x Mary

Dean x Sam x Michael x Adam

Dean x Lisa x Cas x Meg

Bencestiel | Dean x Sam x Benny x Cas

Archangelcule | Michael x Lucifer x Raphael x Gabriel

OT+

Team Free Love & Nougat | Dean x Sam x Cas x Gabriel x Jack

Team Free Burning Love | Dean x Sam x Cas x Gabriel x Jess

Team Free Burning Love & Nougat | Dean x Sam x Cas x Gabriel x Jess x Jack

Team Free Kitchen Sink | 8+ SPN Characters in a Polycule

Team Free Let's Fuck the Car | Dean x Sam x Cas x Baby the Impala + Others

Team Free Love Over Ice | Dean x Sam x Cas x Lucifer x Gabriel

Self-Cest+

Samcest | 3+ Sams or 2+ Sams + Others

Deancest | 3+ Deans or 2+ Deans + Others

Cascest | 3+ Cas's or 2+ Cas's + Others

It’s always like this - Ghoul’s insults are weak, if you can even call them that. Maybe it’s because he grew up in graveyards. Dead people don’t tend to teach you witty comebacks or how to read the living for filth.

Michael though. Oh, Michael. He’s always down to tear someone to shreds, whether metaphorically or literally. Adam is glad that the threats of actual violence have gotten far and few between by now, but whenever he gets angry, he still slings out insults that cut like an archangel blade. No one is safe from them, except maybe Adam, but then Adam also got past his initial hang-ups about being called a mud-monkey or a worm somewhere around year 300 in the Cage. He isn’t  sure how he would react if Michael suddenly whipped those insults back out, seeing as how he hasn’t heard them in quite a while, but he wants to believe that he at least wouldn’t leave in a huff like a teenager.

Of course, leaving Michael’s vicinity is also pretty difficult when the guy lives in his ribcage.

“You got anything more for me to tell him?” Adam asks.

Michael’s projection isn’t looking at him, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “No,” he says petulantly.

Adam sighs. This really isn’t how he wanted to spend his Friday night, but then again it’s pretty par for the course for this new life the three of them have carved out for themselves. It’s nowhere near normal, and if you asked anyone else, they would probably say that it’s pretty fucked up. (Okay, Sam did say that, in slightly different words, but he can go choke on kale for all Adam cares.)

But they’re a family, in all the ways that three people with two bodies and one face between them can be a family. Which is to say in all the ways that matter, at least to Adam. Michael may beg to differ (and Adam loves hearing him beg), but at the end of the day, they both know that Michael is more fond of Ghoul than he admits.

Which is exactly the problem.

“You know, after yesterday, I thought you may have gotten over the whole ‘monster’ thing,” Adam says, aiming for light-hearted and landing somewhere just south of accusatory.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Michael says, because he is a habitual liar, and also a little bitch.

“You know, after you let Ghoul fuck you.” Usually it’s the other way around, with Michael dominating Ghoul like he has something to prove. Maybe he does, but if so then only to himself, considering they all know how much he likes to be ordered around.

Michael’s projection tenses, fingers digging into his arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spits out.

Sure, Jan, Adam thinks, careful not to let Michael hear it.

When you’re literally in each other’s head, privacy can be a bit tricky, but they’ve got the whole one-body thing down pat by now. Adam sometimes says it’s easier to block out each other’s thoughts than it is to remember to breathe, and it’s not just a joke. While Adam often still does it, much like eating, it’s not like they need to breathe - and they tend to just forget.

Turns out that can freak some people out, including their arguably undead-adjacent boyfriend.

(Ghouls aren’t technically undead, as Adam has learned. They’re sometimes mistakenly grouped with zombies due to the whole eating people thing - jury’s still out on whether it counts as cannibalism when ghouls aren’t humans - but they’re made from warm flesh and hot blood, and unlike with those Twilight guys, there’s no question on whether they can get it up or not. Adam doesn’t know if they can impregnate humans, but Ghoul at least made a valiant effort at impregnating an archangel last night.)

It’s been a few seconds, or maybe minutes - Adam is still too used to time being meaningless, for months to be the equivalent of a day - when Michael suddenly says: “Do you think I was too harsh?”

Maybe a bit, Adam thinks sarcastically, and says: “I think Ghoul was pretty hurt.”

Michael frowns at that, pondering this turn of events. Adam wonders what he thought would happen if he went back to calling Ghoul a thing.

Maybe he hasn’t thought about it at all.

“I didn’t mean to say it,” Michael mutters, and Adam feels his own face soften as he looks at the tense and hunched shoulders of Michael’s projection. “It just came out.”

That’s definitely a problem they need to work on, but at least seems to feel bad about it. It’s a start - a good start, even, considering that it took much longer before Michael felt any remorse for landing Adam in Hell.

“Do you want me to tell him that?” Adam asks gently.

He can feel Michael bristle within his chest. “It’s not my fault. He goaded me!”

“I never said that it was your fault, bud.”

That mollifies Michael, at least for the moment. “Tell him that I didn’t mean to call him an it.”

“Okay. You coming with me?”

Michael looks at him in that way that means ‘silly little human’.

Adam rolls his eyes. “You know I mean your projection.”

“I’ve not been visible to anyone but you for about ten minutes now.”

“Great, so I’ve been talking to myself all that time. Cool beans.” Adam gets up from the couch with a sigh. “Alright, time to test my bedside manner.”

“Hey bud, how are you doing?”

Ghoul peers up from the pillow his face is wedged into just to glare at Adam. “Tell that feathered ass I don’t want to see him.”

Adam sits down on the bed and puts a hand on Ghoul’s back. “He’s actually sorry, you know.”

“You’re making that up,” Ghoul gripes after a moment of stunned silence.

“He didn’t mean to call you an it, G.”

Ghoul huffs into the pillow. “I don’t actually mind the ‘it’,” he mumbles against the wrapped down feathers. (Archangelic feathers, to be precise. They’re softer than those of any animal, and Michael likes being plucked sometimes. The feathers can regrow within seconds - not that Michael always wants them to.)

“Okay,” Adam says to keep Ghoul talking, tucking away the revelation about pronouns for later.

“I just know he said it to hurt me, you know.”

“He didn’t mean to,” Adam repeats, but it sounds a little hollow.

“If he really meant it, he wouldn’t send you to say it,” Ghoul mutters against the pillow.

Adam thinks about how long it took for Michael to apologise to him for the first time. How long it still sometimes takes for him to admit a mistake.

“Look, he’s not very good at the whole apology thing.” Adam rubs his hand up and down Ghoul’s back, trying to ease the tension out of it. “I guess that makes two of you.”

“Three of us.”

“Hey, I’ve never done anything wrong in my life.”

“Case in point.”

Adam huffs out a laugh. “Okay, maybe we’re all bad at this. But you know what we’ve been pretty good at, historically?”

“What?” Ghoul finally turns his head, no longer talking into the pillow.

“The forgiving thing.”

“Literally neither of you has forgiven his brothers,” Ghoul says, unimpressed.

Adam gapes at him. “Since when are you on their side?!”

“I’m not, but you’re not exactly perfect little angels about thi-” Realising what he was saying, Ghoul cuts himself off.

Adam almost falls off the couch, laughing.

“You’re right, none of us are perfect little angels,” he teases.

Only because I’m not little, Michael says in their head.

Exactly, bud.

Ghoul narrows his eyes. “Did Michael just say that he would be, if I didn’t say ‘little’?”

Adam grins at him.

“He’s not even that big,” Ghoul continued.

“Hey,” Adam says, “if you’re referring to his dick, maybe rethink that statement.”

“That cop I ate was bigger.” Ghoul licks his lips like he’s remembering the taste. “Sam too. I only got a small taste of him, but it was enough to know his body. He’s hung.”

“I really don’t want to hear about Sam’s dick.”

Ghoul shrugs, and scoots over to lean against Adam’s side. “Point is, none of you are good at forgiving. But it’s okay - I can be the bigger person.”

“I’d prefer if you stayed how you are, actually,” Adam says, making Ghoul grin.

“I meant that metaphorically. But I love that you’re such a freak.” Ghoul noses at Adam’s neck.

Adam thinks that out of the three of them, he’s still the most normal one. Then again, he decided to date both an archangel and a ghoul, so maybe ‘freak’ is a fair assessment.

Well, you’re my favourite freak, Michael says, and his grace shivers in anticipation when Ghoul scrapes his teeth along their neck.

Thanks, bud, Adam says to him. You’re also one of my two favourite freaks.

Michael huffs, but it’s fond, and then he keens a little when Ghoul bites down playfully on their shoulder.

They’ll be fine, Adam thinks then. No matter how much those two argue, they’ll still be fine.