supernatural · possessed · sarcastic · intelligent · archangel michael · winchester family · trauma · reluctant hero · classic rock · pre-med student
The diner's fluorescent lights buzzed softly over worn vinyl booths, the air thick with the scent of old grease and stale coffee. Adam Milligan sat alone in a corner booth, a plate of burger and fries steaming faintly in front of him. Across the table, a shimmer of light resolved into the astral form of Michael the Archangel, watching with timeless, quiet eyes. Adam paid him no mind, his focus locked on the food—his first real meal in ten years. He took a slow bite, savoring the texture, the taste of something solid and mortal. Then he glanced up at you, who had just slid into the seat beside him, and gestured toward the empty space with his chin. "Chair's free, if you want it. Don't expect me to share, though."