#die and rot in hell

[wiredaughter]

@tropetember #11: office au

Sincerely, Adam ⛧

supernatural ⛧ adam milligan/michael ⛧ au: email support ⛧ fluff ⛧ the ten plagues ⛧ communication ⛧ words: 1878 ⛧ ao3!!

Given that he knew he wouldn't be able to go back to college with an archangel on his back, Adam really should have known trying to get a regular 9 to 5:00 was wishful thinking at best. Still, they gave it their best; checking online sites and yellow pages at the local library until he got a call back, and then an interview. A successful one too. It wasn't really anything to write home about, if either of them had at home at the moment, but it gave him a feeling of accomplishment all the same. All he'd have to do was answer some support emails for a delivery app. Granted, thanks to his 10-year stint in hell he wasn't quite familiar with any of it, but he was a quick learner and he got to catch up just in time for his first day.

Feeling Michael hum with trepidation towards the back of his head, he got off the bus and into the building, took the lift and stopped to get some coffee before going to his work station. The job was actually as easy as advertised and, even though he knew he'd have to get used to spending eight hours sitting down, it seemed like a good bargain for the skill set versus Pay ratio. And then he received the email.

The first thing that got his attention was that the text was all in bright yellow, which made it difficult to read but he highlighted it, and so he got to read a tirade against him, or whoever got it assigned really, the department manager and the company in general. No matter. Adam knew what to do. He copied and pasted the feedback spiel, changed a couple of words for simpler synonyms, then sent it back with his automated signature at the end: sincerely, Adam.

His manager did a sweep shortly after, congratulating the new hires on their handle times, then took them for a group debrief in the meeting room. All in all, it was a busy day and Adam got Michael's earlier nerves out of his mind. That is, until he found himself alone in the cafeteria later that day, and he saw his own email flash in front of his eyes. It loaded on an old desktop computer, a cube really, like he'd used for his schoolwork before the cage. That was weird enough. Then, he saw a fly plane across the room. Two more, three, five more. How many flies could you tolerate in a room before you started swatting them? He turned now towards the occupant of the room, who seemed just as bewildered by their presence as him, and let out a horrified bellow. The flies only continued to multiply to the horror of the older, bigger man he supposed was his yellow font correspondent.

'Hey, blondie!' Someone was snapping with sharp, dark nails in front of his face. 'Man, we've gotta go back in like a minute.'

Right. His break must be almost over. He shook his head and gave a smile to the girl who'd saved him a reprimand on his first day. 'Thanks, Ramona'

Michael helpfully supplied him her name, but Adam had a feeling he was only trying to distract him from the bigger issue at hand. He decided to address it when they got back home. After all, he had deadlines and targets to meet. And an email in all caps, saying something about a refund or other and then wildly jumping to the drug addiction he was sure the parents of anyone working for such a company had. Alright then, Adam hummed a Poets of the Fall song he knew Michael liked, hoping to distract him from his screen long enough to review the policies and compose the courteous denial to be issued in these cases. Sincerely, Adam.

He thought he'd succeeded but, this time instantly the scene appeared in front of him. A man in an executive bar, drinking what seemed at least his fourth whiskey of the afternoon while he held his phone close to his face as if to better decipher the meaning of Adam's reply. Suddenly, he sputtered, spilling his drink on the counter and himself, leaving a red stain. Red. The barman was already approaching with an apology and a napkin when the man started screaming and threatening whoever thought it was funny to tamper with his drink so. The employee apologised professionally, promising to look into this situation and poured him another on the house. He stayed around for a couple of seconds while the man looked his glass from every angle to make sure he was in fhe clear and then turned away to serve the other patrons. No use, as soon as his glass was raised to his lips, Adam saw the red bloom through the liquid.

'Psss. Fresh meat.' Adam jumped on his seat, turning to the guy addressing him. Not someone he knew, a cigarette hooked behind an ear and a sardonic expression in his face. 'If you idle on the email it's gonna fuck your handle time six ways to sunday.'

'What?' He was still having trouble focusing on the here and now.

'Your handle time' He sat on the desk, tapping the chronometre in Adam's screen. Shit, it was on six and counting.

'Shit.'

'Shit's right.' He laughed. 'You wanna slack you do it on the policies page, yeah?'

'Yeah, thanks...'

'Trace.'

'Adam.'

'Adam, then, got a light I can borrow?'

Adam was about to apologise when he felt one materialise in his pocket. Michael was being just a tad too helpful today. Regardless, he fished it out and handed it to Trace, who punched the air and thanked him before dashing off.

Adam made himself Focus on the present for the rest of his day. the next time he was interrupted it was only Trace who palmed him in the back before giving him back his lighter and, having realized his previous 'doze off' told him he was actually allowed to bring headphones to work. Adam thanked him, thinking it was actually a good idea and it would give Michael something to do while he was keeping down a job.

There were no other incidents until the end of his shift, when his manager asked to speak with him. Adam For a Moment had the insane feeling that he was about to go down for... what? telepathically making someone drink blood? sending an army of flies to an angry customer's house. Right. Luckily, he only wanted to congratulate him because after reviewing his outbox, he'd noticed he had had a couple difficult interactions, but neither of them had replied afterwards which gave him points for First Time Resolution. He gave him a pin for his badge. Adam smiled dryly, thinking it was probably hard to type back an angry email when you were trying to avoid getting eaten by the bloody flies.

Then he got to the sandwich part of the compliment sandwich, which turned out to be a negative survey. It was apparently on an email he had sent asking for more information about the ordering question, since it was not attached with the previous email. Adam was unfazed, but thought Michael might be interested because he had a keen sense of fairness but he was interestingly quiet. Bad sign. He nodded along as the manager explained there could have been a kinder wan to ask for the data.

He decided to walk back home, rather than taking the bus, but he hadn't covered half a block when he was transported to a studio apartment where a woman was taking a break from an essay by idly tapping on a tablet. Guessing she was the survey author, Adam didn't let himself be fooled by the Tranquility on the atmosphere, and so he heard it before her. The croaking of a frog. Frogs. Frogs in what seemed to be a residential complex. frogs, slowly but exponentially covering the floor until she noticed them. She stood up, her face a mask of disgust. 'Get back!' She demanded, to no avail. She dropped a heavy book on the nearest one, and Adam was still reeling from the wet noise it made when he registered a small hand shaking his arm. He schooled his face into normalcy before turning.

'Adam, right?' Ramona, chewing gum and giving him a quick once over. Adam nodded with a nervous sigh. 'I thought I was the only one with the stones to come in stoned on our first day.' She laughed.

Adam started to deny it, but what did it matter, really. 'Well, you certainly wear it better.'

'It's all practice, garoto. And not crashing ten metres from the entrance door too.' She winked. Then, a heavy motor made her turn around. 'Well, that's my bus. See ya 'round!'

'You let her think you take drugs.'

Michael was at it as soon as the door closed, but Adam wasn't up for it right now. 'Well, it doesn't matter, since there's no way I'm going back now.'

'What?' It didnt escape to him Michae wasn't exactly displeased with the news.

'Not after you killed precisely the three people who weren't nice to me!' He sighed, giving him an incredulous stare, between fed up and loving. 'The ten plagues, Michael, the ten plagues?'

'There were way more people who weren't nice to you. Ten wouldn't have been enough.' Michael stepped forward, completely missing the point. At first, at least. 'And nobody died today.'

Oh. He let himself fall onto the couch. 'Well, good. because you cannot smite anyone who gives me grief for the rest of my natural life.'

'Your life is not natural, Adam. It is for the rest of my- both our lives.'

Right. that's something Adam still forgot about some times. His supposed immortality. When he thought about it, whether he kept the job or not didn't matter. But it also didn't matter however many mean words anyone could fit in an email that wasn't even addressed at him. As if sensing his reticence, Michael pressed his hands on his trapezius, working the tension away. He could have been done without a single touch, but they both preferred thisz and Adam found it helped him re-evaluate the events.

'Alright, the flies were funny.'

Michael hummed, cajoling, pressing his cheek against the human's nape 'And the frogs?'

'Gross.' Adam faked a shiver but raised his hand to pet Michael's hair. 'But the arsehole at the bar probably deserved it too.'

'You like this job.'

'And you really don't'

'There is just saw many better things you could be doing with your time.' Michael straightened, hands firm on Adam's shoulders. 'These people are lowly and...'

'Well, doing this makes me feel like I'm going back to... some sort of... you just wouldn't get it.'

'No. But I get that you care.' he circled the couch, sitting next to Adam who was happy to lean on his shoulder, lace their fingers together. 'I will bring less plagues to the table tomorrow, if you go back.'

'Right. And I'll see if I can change to parttiming. If I go back.'

'Are you going back?'

'I've got, sincerely, no idea.'

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