«Supernatural». Collection of drabbles

Michael defended Adam. Always, while they were in the Cage, he almost did not take his eyes off him, tried to cheer him up, although he himself almost did not believe that they would be able to get out. When Lucifer got tired of torturing Sam, he switched to Adam, but Michael always came to his aid. He wouldn't let his brother even get close to his vessel.  "Michael, tell me, aren't you tired of this yet?" Lucifer drawled boringly, glancing rapaciously at Adam, who was curled up in a ball in the corner of the Cage and trying not to look at the archangels. Michael didn't feel well, but there was determination in his eyes. He was ready to defend Adam to the end. When the archangels clashed, Sam and Adam, sitting on opposite sides of the Cage, almost simultaneously covered their ears with their hands, and then their eyes, although the bright, bright light coming from Michael and Lucifer penetrated under their closed eyelids. Michael was exhausted somehow unexpectedly quickly. It would seem that one moment he was standing firmly on his feet, and a moment later he already fell to the floor of the Cage, immediately taking on a hail of blows. Lucifer punched Michael in the ribs several times. The elder archangel's face was distorted with pain, but the fallen one did not stop. He was smiling so broadly, as if what was happening brought him incredible pleasure. Finally, Lucifer got tired of his occupation, and he finally kicked Michael, and without paying any attention to Adam, moved to the Winchester that was sitting in the other corner of the Cage. Adam felt a burning hatred towards Lucifer. How could you so mutilate your own brother, who loves you very much?! Milligan quickly crawled up to Michael, while Lucifer switched back to Sam, and took his hand. "Michael?" The archangel opened his eyes with a quiet groan and looked at Adam, weakly squeezing his hand in response, he did not have enough strength for more. Adam touched the archangel's cheek with his other hand, looking into his eyes. He regretted that he was not a powerful being, because this way he could, if not heal, then at least take away the pain from the archangel, and so he could only sit and hold his hand tightly, hoping that he was even stronger than he seemed and would not disconnect from the pain. Milligan glanced at the body in front of him. He didn't like the sight of the mutilated archangel. Michael breathed heavily, hoarsely, with a whistle, but he breathed and winced every now and then from the pain in his damaged ribs, and the bruises and abrasions did not go away. Adam quickly unbuttoned Michael's shirt, looking, as he hoped, at all the damage. He was afraid to turn the archangel over, because he already saw how serious his injuries were, although, of course, he could not imagine the full picture. Adam couldn't do anything for the archangel, so he did what probably everyone would have done if someone was on the verge of life and death and there was no way to help him: he began to pray. Silently, without moving his lips and closing his eyes, he prayed without knowing to whom, but for some reason he was sure that he would be heard. Suddenly, he felt a warmth that passed through his entire body and remained in his palms, which became warmer and warmer until they became so hot that Milligan was seriously afraid that he would be able to do some harm to the archangel. Mentally, he imagined Michael's injuries, which he had already noticed and he felt uneasy. Forcing these thoughts away with an effort of will, he focused on helping the archangel. After a few minutes, the heat began to fade and Adam opened his eyes as soon as the heat was completely gone. Michael still lay with his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. Adam decided not to disturb him, but he didn't dare to go far, so he just curled up next to him, trying not to touch the archangel's body at all, and also closed his eyes, hoping to fall into a sleep unrelated to the Cage. It was terribly cold in the Cage for a person, or so it seemed to him, but after a couple of seconds he felt an archangel move next to him, and after a few seconds Adam felt that soft warm wings covered him. Milligan moved a little back to Michael, it was warmest there, and the Archangel's arms embraced him, pressing him closer to himself. Hot breath burned his neck and then his ear, causing Adam to get goosebumps.  "Thank you," Michael whispered, nuzzling Adam's neck, "thank you…" Adam closed his eyes. The silence that enveloped them was simply deafening, but Adam couldn't sleep without figuring out one detail.  "Are you okay?" he asked in a barely audible voice, but in the silence it was heard just fine. Michael's arms tightened around Adam. "Yes," he answered quietly, "thanks to you." Adam carefully turned over to the other side, because it was uncomfortable to lie with his back, he could not see the expression on the archangel's face. "Close your eyes," Michael smiled faintly at him. Adam intertwined his fingers with Michael's fingers, his eyes closed and he fell into a dream. Michael admired Milligan's serene expression for a few seconds, and then lightly kissed him on the forehead and also closed his eyes.