age in the Cage, then? Or is it just a physical harm kind of deal? How many Hell years have they been down there anyway?" Well…I think of it as more of a physical harm kind of deal. Time is very different in Hell than it is on Earth and so if he was going to die of old age, he would already be dead. Which leads me to answer the next question: According to the wiki (and apparently this changes quite a bit because nobody can make up their mind…but for now), he's been there for approximately 630 years. Another detail is that Michael sort of is protecting him by still using him as a vessel while in the cage but well…this is my story. I'm just kind of winging it as I go. I figured including Adam might help bring peace to the fact that nobody is ever going to see him again.
I read the reviews to this story quite often. It reminds me I have an actual reason to update this story and I'm glad you guys still like it because I'm so self-conscious about this story. Writing is hard.
"Adam?" Michael asked as he sat next to him.
Adam still wouldn't talk, wouldn't speak. He simply kept his head down and didn't bother anymore. There was no point anymore, no reason to fight or to keep fighting. It was over.
"Look…I know you were lied to. I know I'm probably not the patron saint you thought I was…that the angels weren't what you thought they would be. You were raised into religion and you were taught something before it was completely ripped out from underneath you…but I'm going to get you out of here…look at me." He said and Adam did, blue eyes locking onto him.
"I promise I'm getting you out of here." Michael said
"You can't even get yourself out…" He said before turning away from him. "It's no use. Might as well get comfortable…"
A sigh escaped the archangel's lips before he stood and left Adam alone. That was a bridge well burned and all that was left was a man covered in the scars from the fire.
"Just leave him alone, Mikey. He doesn't want the help." Lucifer said
"I don't need your advice. He'd be okay if you kept your mouth shut."
"Oh, of course it's my fault."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" Michael growled, looking at his younger brother.
"You blame everything on me. Always have, always will. Guess I'm just the perfect little scapegoat for you." Lucifer retorted, standing up as tall as he could.
"I can't believe you're making this about yourself."
"You care for him." Lucifer stated
"I do not."
"Don't lie to me, I can see straight through you brother."
Michael glared, "drop it…"
"Or what?"
"Or I'll make you."
"Do you ever think that maybe Adam is your fault? You're the one that possessed him."
"Shut up."
"I mean, yeah…you did need the okay to do so but you found a Winchester that let you ride him and you rode him hard. He was your way out, the only way you figured you could take me down but that didn't go according to plan. If you had gotten Dean like you were supposed to, we wouldn't be here. Did you ever think that maybe Adam is your fault? But you're not going to take the blame, are you Michael?"
He stayed quiet, fists clenching and unclenching. Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest, smirking slightly. Finally, everything just sort of came out all at once. The everything that created the most deafening silence.
"You're an abomination and I don't know why I tried to reconcile with you!" Michael snapped
"Oh, I'm the abomination?"
"Gabriel was right about you…"
"You have no right to talk to me about Gabriel." Lucifer hissed
"Feeling guilty?" Michael smirked
"You don't know how I feel about that! I didn't want to do that! Gabriel was my brother and I taught him everything he knew. I loved him more than I ever loved you and I had to kill him because fate only left him with a choice. He chose humanity and he was going to get in the way. If you would have just listened to me in the beginning, we wouldn't have gotten that far. I wouldn't have to see it every time I close my eyes…the fear in his eyes, the sadness, and the heavy burden of his entire weight falling on me as I had to lay him down. His imprint in the ground, the very wings I remember helping him fly with and the very ones he was embarrassed about because they were a golden brown instead of white like yours. It was the first time I had seen him in millions of years and I killed him. I get to be wrong, I get to hold my mistakes, I get to remember killing my younger brother, and I will not listen to you throw this burden back at me again and again. I do not need help with hurting over this, Michael." Lucifer said before turning his back to Michael.
"…brother, I-" "I hate you."
That was the last spoken word for the next few months. Both brothers turned away from each other and headed for their corners. The only sound left in the cage was Adam sometimes gasping awake from a horrible nightmare.
The silence that filled in a larger gap of lost time.