I'm tired, so not sure if I read that right, but we send a ship and you reply with a headcanon? Adamandriel.
Adam loves to garden after he gets better but Samandriel has really severe allergies. He learns to grin and bear it because Adam looks so happy- he just avoids outside at all costs on trimming day.
Adam Milligan has spent the past few years working as an assassin with the alias "Hunter." Then suddenly in the middle of a job, Samandriel Novak wanders into his scope and he won't get out of his head. Adam doesn't know anything about him, but he will hunt him down. After all, that's what he does best.
Chapter I
cowritten by the lovely Lydia
Chapter II - The Meeting
By the time his doorman buzzed his intercom, alerting him that Dean and Cas had arrived, Adam was dressed and had been waiting for at least fifteen minutes, drumming his fingers on the table. They were late again. He shouldn't have been surprised. They were always late. “Tell them I’ll be right down, okay Louis?”
"Of course, sir," the old man said. Louis wasn’t his favorite doorman; he was old and Adam was positive that anyone could get by him if they were motivated enough, but at least he was always polite. And discreet. Adam valued discretion in anyone, what with the sensitive nature of his job.
When he got downstairs, Dean and Cas were waiting in the Impala. Although everybody continued to remind him that it was impractical to own a car in New York City, Dean still insisted. Adam didn't have a problem with it. It was an awesome car. Though it did mean they’d spend a good ten or fifteen minutes trying to find parking, especially since Dean would reject spots that he thought might be dangerous for his baby. When they finally parked, they had to walk about ten blocks to Juilliard, Adam and Cas making polite small talk the whole time. Cas was nice. More than a little awkward, but really very nice. He could kind of see why Dean liked him so much.
By the time they got their tickets scanned and were seated, the lights were just dimming. The first group up were five girls, doing some sort of hip-hop dance to a song Adam had heard on a pop radio station in passing. Both he and Dean looked at each other and wrinkled their noses. They both preferred rock, although Dean's music tastes were far more classic than Adam's.
Just as he was about to come up with an excuse to walk out, he heard Cas say that his brother was up next. He and Dean exchanged another look, neither one of them expecting anything good. The curtain rose again and Adam’s eyes widened slightly. It was the boy from earlier; the fast food boy from the hit. Adam saw Cas smile fondly out of the corner of his eye at the boy onstage. Was this the brother? It had to be. There were only two people standing motionless in front of the audience, waiting for music, and the other one was female. Cas furrowed his brow in surprise, which Adam decided to comment on later.
He'd rather concentrate on the boy. He was dressed completely in white and gold, with a small gold crown on his head. There were also some sort of contraption showing his frothy white wings on the back, but Adam didn't care because he had found him. He didn't even have to try. And the small frown of concentration on the boy's face and his still body, even as the silence dragged on and the girl's feet shook from the strain.
The music started playing but Adam barely noticed. He just saw him dancing, his hands gently sculpting the air and his feet tracing patterns on the ground. He needed to meet him. He just had to. Because holy crap, he could lift this girl above his head and spin her around and Adam bit his lip thinking of the muscles beneath his puffed sleeves and the delicate abs that were probably there under his waistband. And when the boy smiled bashfully, his cheeks flushing gently as he took the girl's hand and bowed, Adam's heart swelled with affection.
Dean snorted as soon as the dancers left the stage. "I thought it couldn't get any worse," he muttered. "I'd rather have anything than ballet. And who choreographed that disaster?" He paged through his program and Adam waited for his face to fall. "Samandriel Alfred Novak." Dean opened and closed his mouth a few times before just shrugging at Cas sheepishly.
Cas just laughed slightly. "I know it wasn't in your taste. I would just appreciate you not repeating that to Samandriel."
“It wasn’t that bad.” Adam defended Samandriel instinctually. Dean gave Adam a weird look that slowly morphed into a knowing smile.
“Yeah, she was pretty hot.” Dean grinned at them and looked down, searching for her name.
Adam shrugged. "She was okay, I guess."
"Anna's my cousin," Cas said. "I'm not sure why she's here; she's a communications major at Columbia, with me."
"What do you mean, okay? She was totally hot-" Dean said, then raised his eyebrows. "Oh. Samandriel? Really?" His smile grew wider.
Adam just shrugged noncommittally and rolled his eyes at Dean’s smile. Dean turned and started whispering to Cas. Adam wouldn't say he was worried about it, but this was Dean.
Cas stood up abruptly. "Let's go. I want to say congratulations to my brother." Adam and Dean followed Cas backstage, where a small sign said 'Samandriel N.' in neat handwriting. Cas knocked, then entered after they heard a cheerful "Come in!"
The room was small but extremely bright, Adam blinked a few times while he took a second to adjust. When his eyes finally landed on the room's occupant, his tongue went numb. Cas's brother was sitting in a chair, a light sheen of sweat covering the skin on his neck and face. He was methodically wiping the stage makeup off of his face with cotton swabs. When he saw Cas in the mirror however, Samandriel smiled, turning in his chair and running to hug him. "You came!"
"Of course I did," Cas replied. "I said I would. Speaking of which, why was Anna dancing with you?”
The blond boy sighed. "Hester broke her ankle last week, so Anna did me a favor. I have to introduce her to some classmates who like girls, though. That'll be fun." He laughed again, glancing at Dean and Adam (who was still stunned).
Dean was the first to speak. “Hey Alfie, I’m Dean. Cas introduced us once.”
Samandriel nodded. "You were at his house for New Years. I'm surprised you remember; you were very, very drunk."
Finally snapping out of his stunned silence, Adam laughed. “Cas reminded him before the show started.”
The slight dancer turned to Adam, focusing on him for the first time and smiling. "Yes, he would do that." He offered Adam his hand. "I'm Samandriel, Castiel's brother, but people usually call me Alfie."
Adam shook the offered hand with a raised eyebrow. “Why Alfie?”
"My middle name is Alfred, and Samandriel is sort of a mouthful." The dancer smiled slightly and shrugged in a 'what are you going to do?' sort of way.
Laughing lightly, Adam nodded. “Yeah it is. I’m Adam, Dean’s brother.”
"Pleasure to meet you." Alfie let go of his hand, stepping back. "So, any plans for after this? I'm starved."
Cas spoke up, “I was going to suggest we all go out for dinner.”
"Can we bring Anna as well?" Alfie asked. "She's been amazing all week."
“Of course. Where is she? I would like to congratulate her as well.”
"In her dressing room. It's right next door, one more down." Cas nodded and ducked out, going to look for his cousin. Dean followed him but Adam stayed in the room with Alfie.
Samandriel sat back down, wiping at his face. "Did you enjoy the show?" He asked in a pleasant tone.
Adam attempted to nod but grinned sheepishly instead. “It’s not really my thing.” But you were fantastic, he wanted to add.
Shrugging, Alfie still had a smile on his face. "It's not for everybody. I'm still glad you came."
His smile turned more playful, “I am too...” he muttered under his breath.
Alfie looked up at him in the mirror, then blushed and lowered his eyes, focusing on cleaning his face. He was still doing that when Cas and Dean returned with the redhead from Alfie's performance. Anna had her arm wrapped around Cas's shoulders in an affectionate way, while he had a long-suffering look on his face.
Standing with a relieved look, Alfie moved over, taking half of his bouquet of carnations that Cas brought him and presenting them to Anna. "I can't thank you enough."
“Just introduce me to your straight friends and we’re good.” She laughed, eyeing Adam curiously.
Alfie smiled at her and turned to Adam, pulling him over to the group gently. Adam shivered slightly at his touch. "Anna, this is Adam. He's Dean's brother. And he's straight."
Adam cut the other boy off with a small shake of his head, “Not entirely.”
Anna looked Adam over, a small smile in the corner of her lips. "And neither am I." She offered her hand to shake. "Pleasure." He shook her hand and nodded in agreement, giving her an evaluating once-over.
Looking between them, Alfie smiled and picked up his street clothes. "Look away, please. I have to get changed and I don't have a bathroom in here." Anna was already changed, so everyone stepped outside while they waited for Alfie. He and Anna made small talk, and she was cool but...she just wasn't right for him. And of course the dancer in the dressing room had nothing to do with that.
Said dancer emerged in a few minutes, pulling a soft hat over his hair. "So where are we going? Nowhere fancy, right?" They all looked to Cas, since he was the one who’d suggested it.
"I was thinking Chinese," Cas said, then turned to Adam. "Unless you don't like Chinese.
Adam scoffed. “Nah, Chinese is great. We could go to Ollie’s.”
Grinning, Alfie laughed. "I love that place!"
"I've never heard of it," Anna said, then shrugged and looked at Adam. "But I'm willing to try anything once."
Raising an eyebrow at her, Adam looked over at Dean questioningly, wondering if Anna was always like this or if it was a new thing, and only receiving a shrug in response.
Alfie walked them out of the building, talking with Cas up ahead of Dean, Adam, and Anna. When they finally got back to the Impala, Dean inspected it for scratches before letting the group get into the car.
Adam found himself squished in the back in between Anna and Alfie, who was twitching his foot nervously and looking out the window, the lights shining on a melancholy frown. Adam stared at him curiously, not understanding why the boy looked so troubled. Then it struck him that Alfie had witnessed a murder earlier. The dedication it must have taken him to perform like nothing was wrong... Adam had thought that he couldn't fall any harder for the boy. Apparently he was mistaken.
