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On the Run

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Adam awoke in the dark. His hands fluttered frantically at the substance above him. He recognized it as dirt and memories of the last time flooded his mind, fueling him with adrenaline. Quickly, with frantic breathes, he dug towards what he believed was up.

Adam’s hand breached the surface. It swished in the wind as his other hand clawed at the dirt above to join it. Cold air. He could breathe again. Slowly and painfully he pulled his bleeding body out of his newly found grave.

Adam had been prisoned in that cage with two extremely bored celestial entities for so long, he almost couldn't remember what it was like to breath fresh air. It was calm. Anxiety rippled across his skin. It was too calm. Fear crept into the background as he lay waiting for the other shoe to drop. It had to be a trick, a new game that the archangels created. He knew he was going to be ripped out of this paradise once he let himself settle.

He rolled into his back. The stars shone like never before and Adam felt like a toddler gazing upon them for the first time. A smile slide onto his face, mostly erasing the unease he was feeling just now. Pulling his eyes from the sky, Adam found himself in a field framed by trees. He was alone in the dark. He absorbed his new surroundings in wonder. Then his stomach rumbled which startled the young man. It hadn't done that in centuries.

Adam struggled to his feet. He didn't know where to go, thus he began staggering in circles trying to figure out which direction would lead him to civilization. He felt a pull from one and decided he might as well head that way.

Slowly and painfully, he navigated his way out onto a road with the guidance of an unknown force. Across the road was a truck stop. Skittishly, he approached the building. The inside was mostly empty aside from a waitress, a cook, and a baby faced man dressed in a fast-food uniform.

Adam limped into the stop, slowly making his way to the fast-food man. He stopped at the booth and glared. There was something off about him, but his eyes were too hazy to point it out to him yet. The stranger gestured to the seat across from him with a comforting expression.

Something was definitely weird about this situation but he sat nevertheless. The waitress he saw earlier came by, "What would you like, Honey Bunch?"

The man across from Adam responded for him, "He'll take eggs and toast and a cup of coffee. Nothing for me, thank you." Adam's stomach growled at the mere mention of food.

The woman nodded, "Wheat or White and scrambled or sunnyside?"

Adam croaked out an answer before the stranger could, "White bread and scrambled eggs." The waitress nodded and rushed back to the counter to get coffee. The man was staring at him already when he turned his focus back on him.

The baby faced man introduced himself, "I am Samandriel and I-" he was promptly cut on by Adam.

"You're an angel," Adam began to get heated. He hadn't had a lot of time in the cage to get angry, but he still held onto that pent up rage. "I've had enough of your kind, so I think I'll be going." Millagin went to stand but found the waitress coming back with his coffee. It smelled wonderful after so long with nothing to smell but burning flesh and sulfur. "After, I eat," he said sitting back down almost ripping the mug from the woman's hands.

Samandriel began again, "I've heard of what my kind has done to you, what Heaven has done to you-"

"You have no idea," Adam interrupted over the lip of his coffee. He could feel his nerves calming at the taste of something so familiar yet so foreign. It was like falling in love with the drink all over again.

"They've done.. things to me as well," the young angel continued trying to find the nicest way of saying it, "I hope we can help each other."

Adam raised a questioning brow at the young angel. He continued to sip his coffee while eyeing man across from him. "What things could they possibly do to one of their own that's worse than what they've done to me?" Adam hissed out his words with the intention to hurt the other.

Samandriel's calm fasade melted into a pained expression. He looked hesitant to say, but did anyway, "Brainwashing and being tortured into compliance. Forcing us to be emotionless soldiers who will die for the cause and killing any and all who don't comply… Using us like puppets because the ends always justifies the means..." Samandriel trailed off into a daze. He was terrified and still trying to sift through all the information Crowley tortured out of him.

Adam was surprised to say the least. He imagined Heaven being a paradise for all feathered dickbags. He set his mug down to actually look at the young angel. He was filthy. Dried blood rippled throughout his entire shirt and some was stained in his hair and neck. The uniform he wore was tattered and a strong smell of trash reeked off of him. Adam couldn't really complain, he too was covered in blood and dirt with a slight hint of death in his aroma.

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'm probably covered in dirt." Adam left the dazed angel to himself in search of the restroom. Once there he flipped on the water. The cool of it was soothing and calmed his trembling hands. Warmth replaced the peaceful cold and the feeling of unease and terror found its way back to his skin. Adam's breath grew shallow as the water heated around his hands. He ripped them away and clutched them to his chest. His heart desperately tried to escape while his gaze locked on the running faucet.

Adam's mind was blank, or running a thousand miles a minute. Either way, his focus was lost. Carefully, he reached around the running water to the faucet. As if the water were a snake waiting for an opening, Adam delicately turned it off. When he realized he hadn't been harmed, his arms fell to his sides and the length between his inhales and exhales widened. He finally lifted his gaze from the sink and instead toward the figure before him. A stranger stood behind the sink before him. A tired, dirt covered stranger who smelled strongly of fresh compost and death.

Adam reached out to touch the face of the stranger but was met with sleek glass. A dumbfounded look slipped into his face. The hand on the mirror retracted to touch his cheek. This time it was met with the warmth of his skin and the dirt rubbed into it. Adam's eyes washed over his figure once more before he remembered why he came to the bathroom in the first place. Quickly, he damped a paper towel, careful to turn on the cold water, and washed away the grim. He heavily brushed away the dirt from his clothing until he was satisfied. His eyes re-met his own, leaving a light smile to spread onto his lips. Adam could have stood there getting reaquanited with his appearance if not for the incoherent screams and crashes from the rest of the truck stop.