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_{[If you're travelling between the second and tenth floors of the mansion, you might find a great big lumbering mastiff has taken over the staircase today, ready to knock you over if you're not careful. Cooper enthusiastically thunders up and down the stairs with a frog toy clutched in his mouth, following his owner around, who's busy carrying armloads of stuff downstairs. It's an exciting day! Things are happening! Stuff is being moved!

His owner is Adam, and Adam is moving boxes, lots and lots of boxes. Unofficially, it's moving day. Goodbye, tenth floor. It's been real.

Adam leaves behind the furniture in his room, but otherwise everything else he wants to take ends up in packing boxes that he pulls from the closet. He hadn't announced he was changing rooms, or even really planned on it, but it's a long time in coming, something he should have done the moment he found out Michael had a room nearby. Locking himself up like Rapunzel in her tower had done him good for a while, but not anymore.]}

Are you excited? This is a lot closer to the front door, isn't it?

_{[When he brings down Cooper's dog bed and sets it the middle of the floor, Cooper jumps on it, wagging his tail. Then he barks. Must be a "yes."

Slowly, the rest of the floor starts to fill with unopened boxes. He'd changed the room to make it look like an exact duplicate of his old one, and the sound of classic rock drifts past the door as he props it open with a chair to keep working. Cooper helps the move along by chasing the odd item down the stairs, like a soccer ball or his favorite frisbee, getting in the way as much as he possibly can, reminding Adam that he's not the only one who needs a change.

It's not so much a birthday present to himself as a marker. A milestone. He's made it a year, and he's still here.]}

| blocked to any and all angels, and the Winchesters... and Becky |

_{[Adam's come a long way since last October. Castiel had described his soul as meat stripped down to the bone once, but that it had the potential to heal if given enough time. Maybe it has a little. In some ways, maybe it hasn't. Adam knows for sure that before, he wouldn't have even bothered to let people know about something like this; he wouldn't have told anybody, because he hadn't had anybody to tell.

Now he does. The people he's managed to befriend might be the surest sign of his progress. He has people now who'd come looking for him.]}

FYI: I moved. Don't bother checking the old place if you have to track me down.

I'll message you with the new room number if you need it.

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_{[Adam moves to turn his head away, but then stops, letting his gaze linger on the angel from the side.]}

I'd just come back again.

_{[It's a reminder as much as it is a noncommittal reply. Tripping down the stairs, being pushed down them, being stabbed or incinerated because an angel was bored... It's a waste of effort when Adam still has lives to use up.

So, y'know, don't get any ideas, Gabriel.]}

Don't put yourself out, I'm sure you've got stuff to do.

_{[He starts down the stairs again without another word, sarcasm running rampant in the privacy of his own head. He's onto this game; angels doing unconditionally kind things for people is code for "ulterior motive."

He'd be surprised if the offer wasn't targeted, for whatever reason.]}

[His brow furrows a little and he chuckles softly at the thought.]

Well, yes, that's true, but the point is to not get yourself killed I think? There is a limit after all.

[Sorry Adam he's following you.]

Nothing important, I was just heading to the bar.

_{[Talking with angels is decidedly not going to help him keep his death count low. They both know that; it's the worst kept secret in the history of life on planet Earth.

The thing Adam has yet to figure out is if this angel is dicking around with him because he knows him and wants something from him, or if it's for pleasure instead of business. Either way, it's nothing good, not to mention the very last thing Adam wants to put up with after the last few days. If the floor opened up and swallowed Gabriel whole, Adam would have something to thank God for for once.]}

Yeah, it is.

_{[He stops and forces himself to look at the angel. It's not fear that makes him reluctant to do so, it's how fucking tired he is of this entire species.

The moment the drops the charade, he's sure it's just going to mean more motivation to get in his face like Michael had, so Adam skirts around the obvious while keeping to the core point: there's a 99% chance Gabriel's a psycho and he's not about to lead him to his new front door in a million years.]}

That's why there's a limit to how many people I put up with in the halls. So you go your way, I'll go mine.

[That defensive response has him pausing and his brow quirking at the young man. That's awfully rude.]

Sorry, have I done something?

[He's confused but honestly would like to know why the guy decided to get so guarded all of a sudden. There's something there and if he digs too much he won't get anything out of him. He's just an innocent human helping another, he has no idea the other knows who and what he is. Nor does he know who he's talking to either. He was just trying to be friendly and nothing more. No agenda. And even if he DID know who Adam was he still wouldn't have any need to terrorize him.]

_{[Adam doesn't budge. Anybody who's been in Wonderland a while knows it's not always safe, not even during downtime between events. It's not just his paranoia speaking.

In this case, Adam has a leg up because he already knows there's a monster under the human-looking appearance, but that's thanks to luck, mostly. He lifts both eyebrows in return.]}

Not yet, but that doesn't mean anything around here. You can't trust anyone is what they say.

_{[They both know what he's really getting at beneath the surface. It's not just the serial killer epidemic, it's them. Angels. Non-humans in general. Some of them--even most of them--are only playing make-believe, but Adam's not about to be fooled by the innocent act again.

Definitely not one being put on by an angel.]}

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