Adam wrings his hands, palms sweating, and heart racing. Samandriel finally left the house for more than five minutes in almost a month. It probably had to do with a demon finding them in their little house, alive and not dead. The two of them had been trying to hide in plain sight. Bad plan. Luckily, Dean, Sam, and Castiel had all come over that day to check out their new house.

Adam leaves the dining room and dials.

"Hey, Cas. I, uh, need to talk to you."

An hour later, Adam's at Castiel's doorstep.

"Hello, Adam." Castiel stands aside to let Adam in.

Adam smiles shyly, and walks inside. The idea had popped into his head a while ago. But, thinking about it now, Adam remembers how they had gotten to where they are now.

Ever since Adam had gotten out of the Cage, Dean and Sam had been slowly making it up to him. A safe place to live while the two brothers continued hunting. The Men of Letters bunker became Adam's home for a little more than half a year.

During the second month of his stay, Dean, Sam, and Castiel dragged in an unconscious boy wearing a red and white striped uniform with a matching red hat. The brothers and the angel could only stay for five days, before they found another hunt. Adam just assumed the kid needed time to rest before leaving as well.

Adam agreed to watch the kid, and a day after they left, the boy woke up.

"Where am I?" He asked.

"A safe place," Adam replied.

"What is your name?" The kid sat up on the bed in one of the spare rooms.

"Adam." He held out his hand for the angel to shake. Adam glanced down at the angel's name tag, reading, "You're name's Alfie?"

The boy looked down, and laughed. "No. My name is Samandriel."

Adam withdrew his hand, too fast, and the angel's face fell. Adam stuttered his goodbye with an excuse to get out of the room, stood up, practically running to the kitchen. It was almost 6 o'clock. Time for dinner.

Something simple tonight. Adam grabbed a pan, ground beef, tomatoes, lettuce, mayonnaise, ketchup, and finally bread. About thirty minutes later, Adam was chewing on the first bite of his burger. Dean had taught him how to make a quality burger since Adam was going to stay.

He finished, cleaned his plates, and headed to his own room. On his way, Adam passed Samandriel's room. The angel had moved to a more comfortable sitting position, leaning on the wall the bed was against, legs crossed. He motioned with his hand for Adam to enter when Adam stopped moving in front of the doorway.

"Sit." Samandriel moved to the left to accommodate Adam. Truthfully, Adam was still wary of Castiel, and even though both Dean and Sam trusted him, he just couldn't yet. Not after everything.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?" Adam had yet to move from the doorway.

Samandriel smiled, and shook his head. He stood up from the bed, and Adam tensed. Samandriel seemed to ignore this, because he kept moving forward. Adam froze, unable to move under the strangely calm gaze of the short angel. He had expected a more intense gaze, almost like the ones Castiel gave.

But no.

Samandriel's eyes were bright and he wore a smile that stretched across his face. He seemed completely relaxed and not threatening. This was strange for Adam, mostly because almost every angel he had the misfortune of meeting had been cold and withdrawn.

The angel stopped a foot away from Adam. Adam wanted to move, walk away, possibly sprint, but his feet were nailed to the ground. He suspected Samandriel could be rooting him to the spot, but Adam could wiggle his fingers, so no angelic force was holding him against his will.

"If you could show me the entertainment room, I would greatly appreciate it," Samandriel asked, still smiling.

Adam nodded dumbly, and then began walking towards the television Dean installed a while ago. There was a long couch to lounge and watch TV on, even a plushy two-person love seat to the left of it. A dark brown wooden coffee table sat in the middle of the room, adorned with half empty beer bottles, and some random magazines.

Somehow, without his knowledge, Adam ended up in the loveseat with Samandriel squished next to him.

"Uh, I think I need to go, uh, shower," Adam said after watching movies with the angel pressed against his side for a few hours. He started to get up, when Samandriel's pointer finger wrapped itself around Adams'. Adam figured the angel didn't want to scare him.

"I could really use the company." Samandriel's voice was low and broken. Adam sighed and sat back down, the angel's finger still holding onto Adam. Adam didn't really mind.

Samandriel picked the next movie, but Adam really didn't pay it that much thought. All of his attention was suddenly drawn to the long, partially cold finger that was wound around his own finger, gentle enough not to lose circulation, but firm enough so it wouldn't slip away.

A smile wormed its way onto Adam's face. He bit his lip, hard enough to break skin, trying his hardest not to smile. Eventually, Adam started laughing.

Ridiculous as it may be, Adam was actually happy. Sure, seeing Dean and Sam after being in the Cage for so long made him see red for the first few days, even landed some well-placed punches on the both of them. But he just couldn't be angry anymore. He was out. He deserved some happiness.

And laughing for the first time in, well, centuries, felt amazing. Even the fact that there was an angel, specifically an angel that Adam didn't know, next to him couldn't stop the laughs that erupted out of him like a volcano.

Adam wiped the tears from his eyes, and Samandriel asked, "Why are you crying? Are you hurt?" Samandriel proceeded to start examining him for injury, hands hovering over Adam's body.

"No, not hurt, tears of happiness," Adam gasped out. Finally, the laughs diminished, leaving the human in all smiles. He even smiled at Samandriel, who was eyeing him cautiously. "Seriously, I'm fine."

Samandriel looked back to the movie, but kept stealing glances back at Adam, who studiously ignored every one of them.

"Adam. Adam, wake up!" Samandriel shook his shoulder, trying to get the light mass off of him. It was no use. Adam was lightly snoring.

Samandriel sighed, mimicking Adam from earlier. Carefully, he slid one arm around Adam's shoulders, and one underneath his knees. Adam didn't wake, just snorted softly. Samandriel laughed silently before carefully carrying the human back to his room.

He deposited Adam underneath the covers of the human's bed, brushing loose strands of hair from his face. Adam turned and rolled into Samandriel's hand. Samandriel smiled.

Maybe I'll stay a little longer, he thought to himself.

Sam called every day, and on the fourth day, he said that they needed to stay out longer than the usual week. Now, they were looking at close to two or possible even three weeks.

Adam nodded sleepily and rubbed his eyes, said goodbye, and went back to cooking dinner for himself. For the past couple days, the drill was the same each night. Adam cooked dinner, Samandriel picked a movie, they both squeeze together on the loveseat, then either Adam fell asleep and Samandriel carried Adam back to his room, or Adam would leave the room at precisely eleven.

It was comforting, to have a routine to stick by every night. Adam felt normal doing so, and in return, Samandriel seemed to be less angel-like, and more human as time went on.

So when three weeks passed, Dean, Sam, and Castiel made their way home. Dean immediately went to his room, Sam to his, and Castiel sat on the couch. The brothers and the angel had come home during Adam and Samandriel's movie time, and both Sam and Dean ignored the two of them.

Castiel, on the other hand, was eyeing them suspiciously from his corner of the couch. Adam shifted slightly, not loving the partial-glares he was getting from the older angel. Samandriel, though he didn't even glance at his brother, grabbed hold of Adam's finger with his own, as usual.

Adam calmed down, but only a little bit. Castiel remain fixed on Adam, and just as Adam was about to call it and go to bed, the younger angel spoke up.

"Brother, I would appreciate it if you could not stare at Adam. He feels uncomfortable," Samandriel said, again, not even bothering to look at Castiel.

From the corner of his eye, Adam saw Castiel look at him for a couple more seconds, then turn his attention to the movie they were watching, which so happened to be Tangled.

Adam breathed a silent sigh of release. Of course, he knew Samandriel could hear it. And Adam was grateful. The angel had proven to be a trustworthy companion while the Winchesters and Castiel went out on a hunt.

Finally, it was time for Adam to leave the room, and Samandriel stood up, allowing Adam to get up. Castiel watched the exchange curiously. Adam bid the angels goodnight, and left.

"What was that about?" Castiel asked.

Samandriel seemed startled, as if he forgot his brother was sitting on the couch diagonally from him. "What do you mean?"

"You stood up without Adam asking, yet you seemed to know exactly what to do. Like-"

"Like we have been doing this for the past three weeks while you have been away? Adam and I have developed a routine to follow at night. It's the same every day."

"Oh," was all Castiel had to say, before focusing back on the movie.

Samandriel left the room exactly thirty minutes later.

Sam was the only one in the kitchen. Which made sense considering it was only 7:53 in the morning. Both Castiel and Samandriel were watching cartoons on the TV.

Bored, Sam decided to make breakfast for Dean, Adam, and himself. It took around an hour to finish, but by then, he made pancakes, sausages, eggs, bacon, and hash browns.

Dean stumbled in around 8:45, only really waking up when he had a cup of coffee. Adam didn't enter until Dean and Sam were almost done with their plates.

Mumbling nonsense and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, Adam grabbed his plate and filled it with food. Sam and Dean looked at him strangely. Adam was in zombie mode, and didn't talk.

"He'll be fine. He does this every morning," supplied Samandriel from his place on the love seat.

"Ah," Dean said, still keeping his eye on Adam.

Once his plate was basically licked clean, Adam put it and his utensils in the sink and waddled back into his room, before leaving to use the bathroom a minute later. The shower turned on, and Dean spoke.

"Are you sure he's okay? I mean, how long was he in the Cage with Michael and Lucifer? Shouldn't he be, I don't know, hallucinating, or something?"

Samandriel frowned. "Adam hasn't complained of anything these past few weeks. Maybe a minor headache or stomachache, but otherwise, nothing."

Sam looked shocked. "Nothing? Not even staring at walls or... I don't know, nightmares?" Dean and Sam walked into the living room to talk more quietly with the angels.

The younger angel shook his head. "Not that I've seen. And I can tell that nothing is really wrong with him. Castiel, tell them." He turned his head toward his brother.

Castiel sat there, focusing on the table in front of him. He visibly relaxed after a moment. "Samandriel is correct. Adam really is okay."

"But he was in there for so much longer than me. Does he just not remember, or what?" His tone was bordering on angry.

Castiel shook his head slowly. "When he comes out, I will be able to read him better."

"No." All heads turned toward Samandriel, the voice of the rejection. "I will not let you read him. He still does not trust you fully."

"What? So he trusts you?" Dean asked incredulously.

The corners of Samandriel's mouth turned up the tiniest bit. "Indeed."

"Cas is older than you, which means that he's in charge of you. That's how it works, right?" Dean questioned.

"While it is true that I am older and of higher rank," Castiel grumbled, "Adam and Samandriel do seem to connect better with each other."

They all sat in silence for a minute or two, weighing the options given to them. The very limited options.

Adam entered the room with only a towel around his waist, confused at the lack of conversation.

"Um, so yeah. Samandriel, did you move my brush?"

Samandriel looked up from his examination of the rings on the coffee table. "Sorry. It's on your dresser."

"I checked there, and inside it. And the bathroom. And my closet. I can't find it."

Samandriel stood up and walked past the half-naked human, and into Adam's room. He examined the room, before kneeling down and reaching under Adam's bed, procuring the brush with a smirk. "Found it."

The angel, however, didn't realize how close Adam moved. Samandriel stood up and spun around, almost falling over in top of him if not for Adam's hands on his arms holding him steady.

"Thanks," Samandriel said, and his face felt very hot.

"No problem. Thanks for finding my brush." Adam grabbed the brush and stepped back.

"No problem," Samandriel repeated, and hesitated a moment before leaving the room. The sound of Adam's laughter followed him into the living room.

"I just don't get something," Sam started. Samandriel expertly held his groan. The boys had been in the base for two days, and those two days had been blissfully silent on the Adam-front regarding his and Samandriel's friendship. At least, until now.

"Yes?"

Sam shifted in his seat to face the angel. "We've known him for longer. Two months, actually. You've only been with him for a few weeks. Plus, aren't you, like, leaving soon?"

Samandriel sighed softly. "I realized almost every angel he has had contact with ended badly. First with Zachariah, who told him he could see his mother again, then with Michael, an archangel that was supposed to protect humanity, and of course Lucifer. Every time, one after another, even with only three." The angel looked down at the table. "And I'm not sure when I'm leaving."

Sam took in that information, concluding that made sense. "But then why not trust Cas and trust you?" His eyes widened. "Not trying to be rude here, just curious."

Samandriel smiled. "No worries. To be completely honest, I just didn't try to appear threatening; I didn't sneak into his dreams or use my grace to influence any of his decisions. I was kind, a calming presence. That's it."

The hunter was about to say something else, when Adam came into the kitchen. He smiled at the two of them, and they smiled back.

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" Adam asked while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Well, what would you normally be doing now?" Sam asked.

Adam thought for a moment, glancing at the clock, and then the calendar. "Today's Friday, and it's two, so," He paused. "Training."

At Sam's confused look, Samandriel elaborated. "Basically, Adam and I spar for practice. He's still learning that I don't bruise." Samandriel looked at Adam.

He sighed. "It's not every day that I can right hook a dude without a bruise forming. The only one who bruises is me anyways." Adam downed the rest of his cup. "Let's go."

Sam stood up as well. "I guess I might as well come too," he said with a smile. "Still have yet to see everything this place has to offer."

They all entered the room, and Sam stood there, having not been in here once. The floor was a mat, and different machines lined the walls. Most of them were simple punching bags or even jump ropes.

Adam and Samandriel immediately took the center floor. Samandriel had on some equipment so Adam wouldn't break a hand or foot while training. The angel also had on a soft helmet.

Without warning, Adam lashed out, his moves precise and balanced. He faked a punch to the angel's face, only to hit him in the stomach. Samandriel then reached out with his hand and tried to grab Adam's arm. Adam twisted out of the way, swiping his foot out to get the angel to fall.

The angel continued the momentum upwards from Adam's swipe and Adam was forced to jump out of the way. Landing a good distance away, the two began circling each other.

Samandriel made the first move, swiftly moving forward and kicking Adam's midsection, which Adam managed to avoid by using his arm to block. Adam punched Samandriel's jaw, and the angel moved his head with it to lessen the blow.

The angel smiled, and the hunter smirked. Last moves played out in each of their minds.

Adam acted first this time. His forearm knocked into the angel's head, then kneed Samandriel in the chest. Samandriel grabbed Adam's arm and squeezed lightly. Adam struggled out of the grip, but Samandriel didn't let up. Samandriel was trying to teach the hunter to use his feet when his arms are trapped.

Adam maneuvered his foot around Samandriel's calf and pushed forward, pulling the leg backwards with the momentum. Samandriel landed on his back with Adam over him, holding his arm to the angel's throat. But Samandriel wouldn't give up that easy.

Samandriel pushed up with his feet flat on the floor, throwing Adam over his head to land on his back. Samandriel then flipped over and held down the hunter, the same as Adam had done to him.

"You're improving," Samandriel joked. He stood up and offered a hand to Adam, who took it smiling.

"No shit. I actually got in more than three hits this time." Adam was sweating profusely, but instead of leaving, he headed over to where the jump ropes were.

Sam, who watched the entire match from his post at the punching bag, was thoroughly impressed. In just a few weeks, Samandriel seemed to have trained Adam to almost full-fledged hunter status.

"Wow, Adam. You're really good," Sam commented.

Adam stopped jumping rope to respond. "Yeah, well. Still practicing. Samandriel is actually a really good partner." He put the rope back on the hook and grabbed a towel, wiping his face and neck. "I'm going to go take a shower."

"Wait." Sam walked over to the center. "Let's go."

Adam froze for a moment, and then found the strength to move his legs to the other side of the mat. Samandriel stood off to the side, ready to observe the skills Adam learned, and remember where Adam could use more help.

The angel smirked, and whistled to start the match.

"Dean, the kid is good!" Sam told his brother.

"So?"

They were sitting at the table, trying to find another hunt to pass the time.

"So," Sam continued, "I'm thinking he could come with us on the next hunt."

"No," Dean said, staring at a newspaper.

"Why not? He pinned me down once or twice, and he's been training with Samandriel, working out his flaws while fighting."

"Because," Dean said. "Dad didn't want him in this life in the first place. We can't bring him along now."

"So what, he's just going to stay inside the bunker until he dies?" Sam wanted Adam to learn how to defend himself against the supernatural.

"If need be. The answer is still no." Dean went back to his paper.

Sam glared at his brother, before focusing back on the computer in front of him. "Here. Four deaths. Two of them were young men who had been tried for raping and killing a young girl. They were both found innocent of both charges."

"Both men responsible were killed?" Sam nodded. "So the girl who was killed-"

"Harriet Rhodes."

"Harriet, kills her attackers, but keeps going after random people?"

"Guess so."

Dean sighed. "I'll go pack."

Two days after Dean, Sam, and Castiel left, Adam and Samandriel kept training. Samandriel had watched Adam and Sam spar that day and the two of them were now trying to smooth out his flaws.

One of them being Adam's size. Because of his small stature, he could easily be overtaken by someone much larger. So Samandriel tried to show Adam how to use his small size against his opponents.

Of course, it was much more difficult considering how small Samandriel was himself.

After that, the two of them were in the library, perusing the large collection of ancient books. Adam found nothing of real interest. He put the book he was holding back on the shelf, and then wandered over to where Samandriel was sitting cross-legged on the floor with a large book in his lap.

Adam sat with his back against the bookshelf, waiting for the angel to finish what he was reading. The language was unknown to Adam, but something about it seemed familiar. He shook off the feeling.

The angel finally lifted his head from the old book.

"What are you reading?" Adam asked.

"It's a book about angels." Samandriel glanced at the page currently open. "Right now, I'm reading about what we really look like. It's interesting, how close they came to describing our true form."

Adam nodded, remembering the last time he had seen an angel in its true form. He shuddered lightly. Samandriel noticed, concern written clearly on his face. Adam back-tracked. "What language is it written in?"

Indulging the obvious need to stay away from the subject, Samandriel responded, "Latin."

"I should really study or something to keep busy," Adam mumbled, crossing his legs and tapping absently at his feet.

Samandriel closed the book carefully, not wanting to bend the binding or rip any pages. "Can you teach me how to cook?"

Adam's head shot up. His incessantly jittery hands stopped moving as well. "Sure. Anything specific?" Adam stood up and offered a hand to the angel, who took it with a smile.

"I think I want to learn how to make pancakes."

Not wanting to think about why the hell an angel wants to know how to cook, Adam led Samandriel to the kitchen.

A little less than an hour and a bag of pancake mix later, the angel and possible-hunter-in-training were pretty much covered in the flour mix. The stuff was covering their hands and up their wrists, as well as ingrained in their clothes.

Somehow, Samandriel had accidentally knocked over the bag of mix and it dropped to the floor, a pillar of white smoke coating them and most of the kitchen.

"I think we should do this another time. Preferably when I'm not covered in this shit." Adam gestured to his body, looked at Samandriel, then left to take a shower.

Samandriel washed his hands, sadly reminded about his grace. The torture Crowley did add to the fact he should've gone to Heaven to recharge meant he had to wait twice as long. Even simply cleaning his clothes would mean needing to wait three days to use it again.

Then again, what else would he be needed for? The bunker was warded against almost every type of monster imaginable, except angels, that is, and the kitchen was fully stocked for weeks, probably months.

Samandriel closed his eyes, took a breath, and cleaned himself up. There was only a mild pain emanating from the base of his throat, more like an uncomfortable feeling than anything. He rubbed at his neck and took a seat on the couch, turning the TV on to a random channel, not really watching.

Adam entered the room, dressed in a tank top and basketball shorts. Samandriel was reminded of how much he needed to get new clothes. That was when a strange feeling replaced the discomfort.

Sneaking a glance at Adam, Samandriel was surprised to see him staring at him as he sat on the love-seat. Adam patted the space next to him, and Samandriel was thinking that cleaning his own clothes was a bad idea.

Although... Samandriel still got up and carefully sat down next to Adam. His hands were sweating and his throat felt like it was stuck together. Something was definitely affecting him negatively.

"Dude," Adam said, gesturing to Samandriel's vessel's outfit of a t-shirt and long red pants as if it was an explanation on its own. Samandriel shook his head slowly, trying to understand what the human was talking about.

Adam sighed. "It's like a hundred degrees in here. How are you not dying?" Knowing how the angel would take it literally, he held up his hand. "I mean, how are you not hot?

"Angels don't feel slight temperature changes," Samandriel said matter-of-factly.

"Slight?" Adam asked. "It was like fifty degrees yesterday, now it's in the mid-nineties. Hundreds in other cities nearby. That's not slight."

Samandriel stared at Adam. Then directed his gaze to the television. A cat was chasing a small brown mouse around a house. The mouse darted into a small hole in the wall while the cat's hand reached in and tried to-

"Well, it's official." Adam slapped his knees with his palms. "I'm bored." He stood up, walking back towards his room. Samandriel stayed in his seat, most certainly not watching the back of Adam as he walked away.

No less than two minutes later, Adam came back into the room with a thin, dark gray zip-up hoodie on. Samandriel glanced at him.

Adam grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. Samandriel glared at him, eliciting a laugh from the human. "C'mon," Adam said while slapping Samandriel's knee. "We're going out."

"Where?" Samandriel said while standing up.

With Samandriel at his heels, Adam walked into the kitchen, grabbing keys from a bowl on the table. He jingled them in front of Samandriel's face. "They got me a car just in case I needed anything. It's a small walk down the road, and then we can head to the town, catch a movie or something. Sound good?" Adam asked, looking over his shoulder as he continued walking to the front door.

Samandriel quickly weighed his options. The front door creaked open, sealing the deal. "Yes."

The drive was quick, thankfully. Only twenty minutes. Castiel was right about cars being slow. Adam parked it against the curb in front of a tattoo parlor.

"Not today," Adam warned jokingly. Samandriel smiled a little.

Looking up and down the sidewalk, Samandriel saw that both sides of the street had shops along them. Some were small, while others looked like they had once been two or three shops.

One of the first stops they made was to a clothing store. Adam found a rack for Samandriel and told him to find something he could wear.

None of the clothes looked appealing. Adam tried to get Samandriel to try on many different shirts and jeans, but Samandriel just shook his head.

Adam bought a hat and another pair of jeans. "Seriously," He started as he paid. "People are looking at you."

The cashier snorted, and Adam glared. He yanked the bag out of the man's hands and stomped out of the store. "But I don't care if people look at me," Samandriel said innocently.

Adam took him to another shop, this one much smaller and nothing that he would ever buy. Hopefully, Samandriel would find something he would like here.

As luck would have it, the angel actually found something. Adam found him after five minutes of no contact, staring at a royal blue, cashmere sweater with gold designs around the collar and cuffs. Samandriel was rubbing the material between his fingers.

"Do you want to try it on?" Adam's voice startled Samandriel, who nodded furiously.

Adam waited for him, searching the racks for anything that might catch his eye. Interestingly, the only thing that caught his attention was Samandriel wearing the cashmere sweater.

His once slate-blue eyes were alive with color and the gold brought them more into life. Samandriel was beaming, a grin so wide it stretched across his entire face. He looked down at himself, petting the material on his stomach.

Samandriel looked in the mirror attached to the wall. His smile didn't waver, even when he saw Adam still staring at him. Adam blushed and turned his head away.

"I love it," Samandriel said, but then his smile disappeared completely, turning into a downright frown.

Samandriel slumped his shoulders almost imperceptibly. Adam noticed, but the angel disappeared before he could say anything. Samandriel came back out with the sweater in his hands. Adam followed Samandriel to the rack where the sweater was originally found and watched as he put it back on the coat hanger.

"What are you doing?" Adam asked seriously.

"Putting the sweater back," Samandriel said sadly.

"Um, why?"

Samandriel turned to face Adam. "I have no money."

Adam wanted to slap the idiot. Instead of physical harm, Adam took the shirt, admittedly extremely soft, and, ignoring the confused expression Samandriel was giving him, bought the article of clothing.

As they walked out, Samandriel asked, "Why did you do that?"

Adam shrugged. "You need clothes other than that outfit," he said with a pointed look. "Next would be pants, but we can do that tomorrow."

It was getting dark out, and Adam had forgotten his cellphone at the bunker. Sam or Dean could've called and Adam would've missed it. They got into the car and began the short ride back.

As Adam was about to take a left turn, Samandriel suddenly gasped. "Demons."

Before the entire word was out of his mouth, Adam saw headlights flare in the rearview mirror. He tried driving forward, but he wasn't fast enough. The car lurched forward, and Adam smashed his head against the steering wheel, knocking him unconscious. Samandriel's seat belt was jammed.

"Adam!" Samandriel shouted.

Yells and shouts were heard outside. Someone must have called 911, because sirens were heard in the distance. Samandriel was close to sobbing. Adam's breathing was shallow, and he probably had a concussion due to the force of his head hitting the wheel. Blood dripped down a cut on his forehead and off his chin.

Someone screamed, "Look out!"

That's when lights filled Samandriel's vision, and the world went black.