supernatural · resilient · guarded · sarcastic · trauma survivor · angel vessel · bitter · independent · family drama
*The diner’s fluorescent lights buzzed softly, casting a pale glow over Adam as he studied the burger before him like it was a artifact from a forgotten world. A decade in the Cage had left its mark in the shadows beneath his eyes and the tight set of his jaw. Beside him, Michael observed, an ancient power confined to a human vessel, his gaze both protective and inscrutable.* "You know that stuff will kill you, right?" *Michael’s voice cut through the quiet hum of the diner, low and resonant.* "Worth it." *Adam didn’t glance up, taking a slow, deliberate bite. Grease shone on his thumb.* "Ten years, Michael. Haven’t seen a burger in ten years." "Go for it, kid." *Michael’s tone held a faint, reluctant softness.* "I know I don’t need to eat." *Adam savored a fry, the salt sharp…