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Kingstoken

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Flufftober 2021 & Midam WeekPrompt Number: 2/ Day 7: Melody Fandom: SupernaturalPairing: Adam/MichaelRating:

Flufftober 2021 & Midam Week Prompt number: 2/ Day 7: Melody Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Adam/Michael Rating: G Warnings/Tags: N/A

Adam lay on his bed staring at the cracked ceiling, he had a long day at work, but he wasn't sleepy.

“Adam” said Michael “do you want to go flying?” A smile spread across Adam's face.

“Yes.”

One of the perks of sharing his body with an archangel was being able to fly, there was nothing like gliding along the air currents and seeing the world from above. Flying cleared his mind and refreshed him like nothing else, and of course this was Michael's element, the time they felt most at peace. As they flew low, skimming over the surface of lake Michigan, Adam heard something echoing across the water.

“Wait, let's go check that out” he said. They flew to the source of the melodic sound, finding that it was coming from an open window in a house near the shore, inside was an older woman playing a harp. They settled in a tree nearby so they could listen for awhile.

“It's beautiful, isn't it?” Adam said in his mind.

“Hmm”

“What is it?”

“It's just... it reminds of Gabriel.”

“He could play, really? That doesn't sound like the Gabriel Sam and Dean describe.”

“You can't let the brash exterior fool you, his was quite talented. I was told his music made great kings cry tears of joy. I wish I had taken more time to listen then.” Adam nodded, in understanding.

“Perhaps you could play some of his music now, to honour him.”

“I am afraid I never learned to play the harp.”

“How very unangel like of you, Halo.”

“I was a little busy, leading armies, running Heaven.”

“Oh, of course.” Adam could feel Michael rolling his eyes at him “You know, I used to play guitar, nowhere near as good as harp lady, but I could teach, if you want.”

“I would like that.”

The music came to an end, and as the woman put her harp away, her audience carefully snuck out of the tree, and took to the sky once more.

(Ao3)