#Chuck realizing his son ditched him for some human

[adammilligans]

One thing I love about Midam is how insignificant it is to the overall story. Since Chuck wasn’t writing what happened in the cage Michael and Adam loved each other by their own free will!! It was never supposed to happen. Chuck wrote Adam as a throwaway character yet he convinces Chuck’s MOST LOYAL SON into betraying him!

He’s just some nobody from Minnesota but Michael was ready to throw away his entire past for him :((

[gayliensav]

Heaven Knows How I Loved You

@bitteradamgirl​ prompted: Protective!Michael and the Winchester’s realizing just how much Adam and Michael care about each other.

This will be known as that time Sav accidentally wrote a finale for Supernatural.

Adam never intended to work with his brothers again, after helping them out, but after Dean and Castiel returned from purgatory, they contacted him and Michael again. At first it was just to check on them, then they asked for more help.

That’s how Adam ended up being a diversion, with Chuck still thinking that Michael was inside of him when the archangel had already taken a temporary vessel and was working on the spell nearby.

“Michael, if you’d just listen to me…” Chuck trailed off, studying him, “You’re my son, the one I had faith in. We’ve been together for all eternity, you’re going to give that up for what? Some insignificant human?”

Adam tensed slightly, trying not to let the words get to him. Why would Michael pick him over his father? He was right. They’d been together longer.

Adam grit his teeth, not saying anything as he glanced over to the window a few times, hoping he’d get some kind of signal from his brothers that they were there in case anything happened.

He rolled his eyes to himself when he saw Dean give a thumbs up at him.

“You...You created us to care for humanity,” Adam said, trying to sound as much like Michael as he could, “You were supposed to care for humanity and now you just want to end it? For what?” he demanded, “I’m...confused.”

“Michael, just come with me,” Chuck told him, “We can talk about this later, but you don’t need to be with the Winchesters.”

“Because I know too much?” Adam challenged, gripping his hands into fists as he looked nervously over at the window again. He knew he was pushing, but he genuinely wanted to know. He wanted justice for all the bad Michael had been feeling.

“Now, Adam!”  Dean yelled.

Adam lit the lighter and went to jump back, but Chuck was quicker, making his hand freeze in place.

“Nice try, guys,” Chuck said, using his free hand to snap his fingers and Sam, Dean, and Castiel appeared in the room, “Gotta say, didn’t expect you to use baby brother here as bait after everything you’ve been through with him.”

Adam grit his teeth, still unable to move. He struggled against the invisible hold on him, but had nothing.

“Then again, you did ditch him for ten years,” Chuck shrugged, “So why am I really surprised?”

“You ditched your son, you dick,” Adam choked out, gasping in pain when Chuck snapped his fingers and he fell to the floor, choking on what tasted like blood.

Not again, Adam thought, I can’t go through this again.

“Leave him alone, you son of a bitch!” Dean yelled, running over to him, “Hey, hey, deep breaths...we got you, Adam. We’re not leaving you again.”

Adam choked out a laugh around the blood, “Never thought I’d hear you say that, Dean.”

Sam held his hand up, starting to speak the spell, “Defendatur-” he started before he was thrown into the wall.

Adam groaned in pain, falling to the ground from Dean’s arms, “Michael…” he breathed out, “Mike, c’mon…”

“Adam, he can’t hear you-” Dean started.

“He can,” Adam choked out, “I know he can.”

“What-” Dean started, but Michael appeared then, driving the ritualistic looking dagger into Chuck’s back.

Chuck gasped in pain, turning to stare at him in shock, “Michael…”

“He’s weak, do it now!” Dean yelled.

Sam stood up, the pressure off of him suddenly. He grabbed the connected rings from his pocket and threw them down before rattling off the spell they’d used before, “Bvtmon Tabges Babalon!” he yelled, looking over at Adam nervously. His mind was obviously in the same place Adam’s was right now.

It was all happening again.

“I love you, Father,” Michael yelled over the wind, “But I will choose him over you no matter what.”

Dean and Sam watched on in shock as Michael shoved Chuck down and he fell into the pit with a scream.

“CHDR BVTMON!” Sam yelled and the hole closed up.

They all stood there, breathing heavily and in shock, watching as the ground closed seamlessly.

“Adam,” Michael breathed out, running over to him. He practically shoved Dean’s hands off of Adam, replacing them with his own. He pressed his forehead against Adam’s and his eyes glowed blue slightly.

“You’re okay,” Michael told him softly, healing him with his Grace.

The brothers and Castiel watched the two interact in shock.

Michael had just chosen Adam over his father.

Michael, the archangel, just chose a human over God.

The human being their brother, the normal nineteen year-old pre-med student.

Then said archangel kissed said normal nineteen year-old former pre-med student on the lips, causing Dean and Sam to look over at each other in shock, but Castiel didn’t seem too shocked.

Freakin’ angels.

Dean cleared his throat, “Okay, break it up, you two,” he said quickly, “Adam, you good?”

“Yeah,” Adam laughed weakly, “I’m good, thanks to Mike,” he said, getting up with the help of the archangel.

“Thank you guys,” Sam told them quickly, “You didn’t have to help us, but you did. Michael, you…” he trailed off, not sure if he should even say it.

Michael pursed his lips, “Samuel, I saw the truth...my father was not there for me, but there was the person who was...and that was your brother,” he looked over at Adam, “I would choose him over anything, even my father.”

The brothers stood there, not sure what to say.

“I should return to Heaven,” Michael said softly, “I’m sure things are going to need cleaning up after...all of this. We need to get back to some semblance of order...and I hope you can help me with that, Castiel.”

Cas blinked in shock, “Uh...yes, I can...do that,” he cleared his throat, unsure of what to say.

Michael linked his arm with Adam’s, “We’ll speak again soon.”

“Sorry, can’t get rid of us that easily,” Adam winked at them before they disappeared into thin air.

Sam looked over at Dean, letting out a shocked laugh as he did.

[tysonthebitcher]

The time i got arrested in Florida

*Names have been changed When you picture getting arrested on spring break, you picture things like getting in a fight, having sex in public, getting too drunk, or better – all three. But this wasn't anything like that; the time I got arrested sums up my life. When I was 17, I got arrested on Spring Break in Florida. I don't even bring this up when people talk about getting arrested. It’s by no means a "bad ass" story. But when I do tell people I was arrested, they automatically want to know why.  This isn’t your cool and normal Spring Break “who outdrank who” story. This is a random and "uncool" arrest story. I don't even like to tell people. Honestly, I’m not sure why I’m telling you now…but fuck it In high school, I went on Spring Break with my friend, John. Because I was 17, it was one of those “high school” Spring Breaks. We’ve all been on these “all-inclusive vacations.” You know, the trips where you just go with your friend’s family because you are too broke, too irresponsible, and just slightly too underage for your parents to let you go anywhere by yourself. So this is the best you are going to get.  But hey, don’t let the details get in the way of the facts, you get to tell people you went somewhere. This was going to be the first time I was on my own: It was a huge deal for me. My parents always thought I was too "irresponsible" to go anywhere or do anything, let alone wipe my own ass, by myself.  I had gotten caught in a few minor fuck ups, but I was right at the tipping point where I was starting to gain their trust back and things could go one of two ways: I could be the son they’ve always wanted, or I could go with John and be a 17 year old on Spring Break.  It took a lot of convincing but, the choice was obvious. My parents ended up letting me go.I was going to be with John’s family…what could go wrong? . Well...actually a lot can go wrong. ​ When Spring Break rolled around, John, his parents, and I drove down to Navarre Beach, Florida. I had never even heard of the fuckin’ place, but it was Florida. How horrible can it be? Wrong. It’s more than slightly horrible. It might as well be located in Satan’s asshole, and renamed to Dante’s 10th Circle of Hell. Like all naïve high schoolers, we were expecting rivers of beer, and mountains of topless college chicks. Wrong again. Upon arrival, John and I instantly realize there is a reason we had never heard of this place. It is one of those near death retirement communities, where the only women you will see are wearing a one-piece and a foam golf visor. It was one of those quiet, dust-farter destinations for the old people who came to Florida for long walks on the beach, and to watch the sunset. Throughout the week, we did boring touristy shit with John’s parents, like visit museums and sight-see. I'll admit it wasn't bad. Then again, at this point in my life, shopping at a Walmart in a different state would have been fun for me. Prior to entering this hellish wasteland in sunny Florida, John and I got some irresponsibly awesome 21 year old to buy us liquor before we left. We hid the vodka in a couple of water bottles and smuggled it down with us. Even though the place sucked, we still were excited. Our standards were still low; getting drunk in someone's basement was still considered "new and fun.” Drinking in Florida was more than good enough for us. Throughout the week, we made sure to conserve and ration the gut-wrenching warm vodka. When nights rolled around, we took shots and wandered aimlessly around the deserted hellscape, looking for any sign of human life. The whole week we hadn’t seen anyone that hadn’t been born when Richard Nixon was still in office, but on the last night we were there, slightly buzzed on warm water bottle vodka, we went wandering desperate to do anything. That’s when the warm vodka Gods spoke to us. When we got down to the pool, there was a small glimpse of hope. We saw some kids our age, so we approached them and started talking. Turns out they were 15 and from Indiana too, and in the same situation as John and me.  There was our glimpse of hope: two girls, and a douche. The brother, the douche, and sister looked inbred. But their friend, Jennifer, caught our eye with her big melons. John and I were so desperate, we looked past inbred Jack and Jill so we could hang with this girl and her big cannons.  There wasn't really anything for us to do so we started walking around, bitching about this shitty paradise we were in. ​ John and I were content; we were kinda drunk, and since we were in high school, just walking next to a hot female got our penises hard. While we were walking, Jack was telling us about how they were playing ding dong ditch earlier.  That stuff stopped being fun for me in 4th grade, so I instantly knew these fucking kids were even lamer than John and me. Feeling nice, or drunk, or bored, maybe all three, I chalked it up as they were probably just bored like us. We continued to walk, and Jack started to play ding dong ditch again.  I felt like I was babysitting this giant pecker.  I felt like I was too cool to be hanging out with these incestual people, and for me to think that is a huge red flag. John and I laughed and went along with it. Fuck it, I even joined in a couple times. Here we were, playing ding dong ditch in fuckin’ Florida. Other teenagers our age were on Spring Break having sex and lasting a whole two minutes. Or getting limp wristed hand jobs.  Either way, I was envious. Instead we were ding dong ditching condos of old fossils who probably couldn't even hear it. Although lame, John and I were glad to be doing something. But then shit got weird. Like one of those "you had to be there moments". These things happen for some strange reason, and when they do, and you really don't what the fuck you were thinking. A string of bad luck happens, and it's almost like it was meant to be. At this point, we are acting like a bunch deranged toddlers who escaped Chuck E Cheese, laughing and acting like reckless buffoons. The more we laughed and fucked around, the more of that reckless teenage "fuck it" chemical got pumped into our little bird brains.  We gave no fucks and just wanted to have fun. It was almost like we took a back seat in our bodies while some crazed maniacs were manning the control stations. We continued watching Jack ding dong ditch until we got to the garbage room where you throw trash down the chute. For some fuckin’ reason, Jack opened the door to look inside.  He flings the door open, and in the process, breaks the garbage room door. The metal rod snapped right off the door, and fell in front of his guilty feet. We look at each other…then like most teenagers, we just start laughing. I don't know if it is a phase or what, but fucking stuff up was just fun in high school. I don't fuckin’ get it now. But it was. It seemed like everyday something got fucked with. If something could be broken, it was.  Luckily ,I don't think it was just me; teenagers just like fucking with shit when they’re bored. Teenagers are just shitty selfish individuals who don’t even think about consequences. It's almost like that part of the brain isn’t developed yet. If you didn’t go through that "break shit" phase, this whole story will leave you even more shocked. When the door broke, and we all start laughing like a pack of wild hyenas, Jack got egged on even more. The difference between a teenager and an adult, is the adult stops, and the teenager keeps fuckin’ going to make his friends laugh. Then out of nowhere, Jack hurls this metal rod off the 14th floor and it hits the ground. We laugh at his Olympic javelin throw , and start going to the other floors to break other garbage room doors as we now know how much fun this teenager pastime is... The harmless game of ding dong ditch quickly turned in a category five shit storm. We were on a vandalism rampage. We broke three or four more doors and tore down some paper signs. Shortly, the storm was over.  We decided to go walk around outside and cool off. We walked around for an hour and headed back to our condo. While walking back we run into this 20-year-old dick bag with roid rage, wearing a pink polo. He stopped us to tell us that the cops are coming because that metal rod that came sailing off the 14th-floor balcony, almost hit someone.  Also, turns out that throwing anything off a balcony is considered a felony. Who would have thought? This butt fuck in the pink polo pointed to the condo behind him, and asked if we knew anything. John and I play dumber than my parents were for letting me go on this trip. Meanwhile, the other 3 dumb fucks go on to explain to this guy that we weren't doing it in the building he pointed at but we were in another one.  Like that fuckin mattered?! The guy then starts flipping out talking about how the cops thought he might have done it and if he gets arrested "hes going to crack our skulls." We then saw the cop cars parked in front of the condo. We decided we best just get the fuck away from the whole situation – a real ding, dong, ditch. We decide we probably should head to the beach and lay low until the cops left. We waited at the beach for a good half hour. Continuing on with the night like nothing happened; we walked to the lone gas station by our condo. As we got to the gas station, we saw three cop cars leaving the condo and driving away. They drove past the gas station. Suddenly, all three cruisers pull a U-turn and head back our way. The worst part is, if we would have waited at the beach one more minute, we would have been in the clear from all the shit that was about to rain down on us. They stopped us and told us that someone told them to look for a "red-haired kid" and someone with a blue hoodie on. The red-haired kid was John, and Jack was the hoodie wearing bastard.  We had figured the skull crusher ratted on us. It didn't take a rocket scientist to realize we were fuckin’ guilty. One by one, they talked to us to hear our stories. They knew they had caught us with our pants around our ankles. They hit us with all that cop bullshit, which if you aren't familiar with, you might as well just put the handcuffs on yourself. They said they knew the truth and were trying to break us. They actually didn't have any evidence, so if we would have just denied everything we could have walked away again. But we didn’t have a consistent story so we got fucked – and not in the envious limp wrist handjob type of way. After the brutal bloodbath,the cops told us to get in the car and we headed back to the condo, while they continued to mentally butt fuck us even more. We were grade A fucked, there was no getting out of this one. When we get to the condo there was a fuckin’ platoon of cops waiting. You would have thought we were clubbing puppies and not breaking door hinges. We get to the police circle jerk and notice there is a different group of kids in trouble too. We then found out they were skinny dipping when the cops came to investigate the garbage door massacre of the 14th floor. They saw them and arrested them. Lady Luck must have been sucking dick somewhere in a corner, because she wasn't with any of us that night. The cops continued questioning us and Jack started lying, saying I was the mastermind behind this circus show. It was every man for themselves at this point. I wasn't going to jail for that inbred fuck. I would have been home free again, but John "did the right thing" and told them I broke a door too. He really just wanted to save his own ass because he was going to be joining the Air Force – what a dick, but hey John, thanks for protecting our country. Jack and I got blamed for the doors, and Jill got charged because she ripped off the paper signs in the elevator.  John really should have been there with us, because he ripped some paper signs too, but I didn't want to ruin his chance at the Air force.  The only innocent one was Jennifer. I thought committing acts of vandalism was the best way into her pants, but she wasn't impressed. It was now 3 am, and the cop said she had to call my parents since I was a minor.  The cop put the call on speaker phone and called my house   A call from the cops is the last thing any parent fucking wants, let alone at 3 am during Spring Break. My dad picked up the phone half asleep and heard, "Hi Sir, this is Sergeant Kelly from the Navarre Beach Police Department. I am calling to inform you that your son is getting arrested."  There was a pause, where I could almost hear the brick my dad was shitting fall right out of his ass. They talked for a second, and then he did that white dad thing, where he thanked the officer and said he was glad I was at least safe. Glad I was safe? It probably would have been better if I was in a coma. The three of us on the freelance demolishing team, got corralled into the back of the cop car and made the 40-minute maiden voyage to my new home, jail. I was in and out of sleep most of the way there.  At one point, I woke up and the two cops were fuckin’ talking about Disney World. Here I am on the shittiest night of my life, and these guys were just calmly talking about visiting Disney World. Dicks. It wasn't really until I got to jail that it really hit me. There I was, in some random fuckin’ jail in buttfuckville, a thousand miles away from home. Everyone watches those cop shows and everyone tells themselves they are never going to jail. So, now being here, it felt surreal, and it was a total nightmare. They told me I was getting charged with "criminal mischief", and Jack with a felony for throwing the garbage room rod over the balcony. Jill got charged with "criminal mischief" for tearing paper signs off the wall…. I wish I could make this shit up. They took my belt and gave me some rubber slippers. I got processed and got my mug shot, and new Facebook profile picture taken, and thrown into a holding cell with Jack. If they hadn’t taken my belt, I most likely would have strangled him. Jack was acting like some big bad bad ass earlier. Now, he was laying on this concrete slab, bawling his eyes out and crying about how he wants his mommy. It's like I was in some stereotypical jail movie.   I was furious at that mosquito dick for getting me into all this, so I wasn't the most sympathetic to his river of tears drowning the cell. I told him to go cry on the ground so I could sleep on the concrete slab we called a bed. He continued his blubbering on the floor while I tried to get some sleep. When morning rolled around, John and his family came to pick me up. We were leaving that day, so the car was already packed up. We headed straight back from picking me up from Jail. You can only imagine how fuckin awkward the whole car ride was with John’s parents. Especially since John didn't get arrested, and this was really the first time I had met John's parents. They took me on vacation with them, and I get arrested. Apparently that’s frowned upon. The whole car ride I played back the whole situation and thought of all the things I could have done differently. We pulled into my driveway, and my dad was standing there.  He told me to go to my room, while he talked to John's dad. My dad came up later, and was surprisingly calm. Which made me more scared. I was wishing he would have yelled at me, so I could yell back. But instead, he took the other road. He was "disappointed" in me which made me feel even worse. To no surprise, I was grounded. This wasn’t my first rodeo, I knew the routine. I had just got ungrounded, and there I was grounded again. This time around, I was grounded for six months, and I had to pay $3,000  for a lawyer in Florida. Luckily, my lawyer was able to get the charges dropped. Worst part of the night? I didn't even get to see Jennifer's titties; all I got was an "I got arrested for breaking a garbage room door" story from Spring Break. At least Jack was a felon.