Adam was a little surprised when he woke up the following morning and found Michael lying next to him in bed, arms wrapped loosely around his waist as he slept on; he remembered how Michael had insisted on taking the couch the previous night to avoid crowding Adam’s smallish bed. Adam attested it to the fact that Michael probably needed company during the night. Going from archangel to human didn’t sound like an easy transformation.
Adam carefully rolled over in the bed to face Michael before gently swiping a piece of dark hair away from his face. He was sleeping peacefully, which was a good sign, as Adam remembered Michael had still been wide awake when he himself had fallen asleep in the early morning.
Wincing a bit, Adam recalled the previous night, running through the events in his mind like a movie montage, and that feeling of helplessness washed over him again. The only useful thing he’d been able to do was lug Michael over to Sam’s couch and dump him there. After that, he hadn’t really been of much use, no matter how much he wanted to help; he’d just sat there quietly listening to Michael, Gabriel, and Chuck (whom he now knew was God. Go figure). But that was usually how things went in Adam’s life, wasn’t it? Try to help, then ruin everything. Like that debacle with Zachariah. Good times, good times.
Well, no more being useless, he decided. Adam shifted around in bed, wriggling deftly out of the circle of Michael’s arms so he could slide out of the bed without waking him up. Once he was sitting on the edge, he stood and padded over to the little kitchen, making sure to check under the table for Luke and Leia, who were both asleep as well in their bed. He grabbed his shirt collar and tugged at it a bit; it stuck to his skin with the sweat accumulated from a restless night in bed. He briefly recalled having a nightmare at some point during his sleep, but what else was new? It’d be a miracle if he got through one night without one.
Annoyed, embarrassed, and slightly grossed out with himself for having sweated while Michael was there, Adam angrily shucked the shirt off and tossed it onto a kitchen chair before heading over to the fridge in only his red plaid pajama bottoms. It was a small, silly, domestic act on his part, but Adam really felt like making Michael breakfast this morning. He hadn’t eaten a thing since he’d turned human and if Adam knew one thing about human males, it was that they were always hungry all the damn time. He stood in front of the open fridge debating on what to make them before opting for omelettes and grabbing the eggs out of the fridge. He didn’t know when Michael was going to wake up, but he wanted to make sure he was at least partially ready with food for when he did.