"One more time."
"Cas I don't think…"
"One more time."
Lizzy rolled her eyes, her attempt at stopping them going unheard. "Fine." She sighed, sitting back on the hard ground and looking away, growing tired of watching the man whom she loved the most in the world, and the most important person in her life fighting one another in the small meadow behind their home.
"Alright…now focus." Cas called softly.
"I am."
"Alright…and when you feel it I want you too…"
He sprang forward faster then Castiel expected, lunging at him and pushing his hand onto his chest, before a surging bright white light exploded.
"Good!" Cas called, trying to regain himself, the blast pushing him back slightly. "Very good." He smiled, brushing the dust and the char burnt hand print off of his shirt.
"Thank you."
"Can we please stop now?" Lizzy called, rising up and walking over to where Castiel was standing, her eyes clearly shimmering with tears. "You know how much I hate thing…"
"I'm okay." He assured her, taking her in his arms.
"You know I wouldn't actually hurt him mom."
Lizzy nodded and looked up at her tall son who was grinning down at her, bright blue eyes shinning. A smile curved her lip and she nodded. "I know Micah. I know."
"Then you also know that this means he's ready?" Cas asked.
Lizzy nodded at this as well, before burying her face against Castiel's chest, a sob escaping her.
Micah looked up and exchanged a look with his father, who simply smirked. "Come on mom. I'll be fine!" Her son called, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her small frame out of Castiel's arms and into his own. "I'll be with Elijah." Micah laughed, holding her close. "Nothing'll go wrong."
"That's usually not how it goes…" Lizzy mumbled, pulling away and looked up at her son. "Especially with Elijah."
"I don't know. I think he's alright." Micah shrugged, an arm still slung around his mother. "Plus I think he's still got the hots for you." A low growled escaped Cas.
"Don't tease your father about that." Lizzy snapped softly, and her son chuckled.
"Well there's nothing that can really stop it from happening mom. I mean seriously, everyone thinks you're a babe. Everyone at school, everyone at the shop, even the weird guy who sits on the park bench and drinks all the time." And even darker growl escaped Castiel.
"That's enough." Lizzy said softly, pushing away from Micah and going to where Cas was standing, clearly fuming.
"Sorry." Micah laughed, pulling a hand up and running it through his dark black hair. "So, since I'm ready, does that mean I get to go out tonight. You know, be a normal eighteen year old?"
"No." Lizzy said firmly.
"Elizabeth, I think Micah has earned the right to go out don't you?"
"But…what about a demon? Or…a vampire? Or a ghost?!"
Micah snorted a laugh. "Come on mom. A ghost?" Micah doubled over in laughter.
"I believe our son is laughing at you." Cas pointed out.
"As do I." Lizzy said softly, watching as Micah slowly stopped and straightened up. "Alright, here's the dear little man." Micah groaned at the use of her nickname, which usually meant nothing good. "You can go out, have fun, hang out with your friends, whatever. But I want you home at midnight, sober."
"Make it 11 if I can have one beer?" He asked, leaning in to her smiling innocently.
Lizzy smiled softly looking up at her still adorable son. "Ahem." Cas called, clearing his throat, seeing that she was about to cave.
"No!" She said firmly, blinking and looking away from him. "Those baby blues aren't working their magic on me tonight."
"Fine." Micah sighed, pulling away.
"One o'clock." Lizzy whispered, and Micah turned to look at her, astonished. "Not a minute later."
"Thanks mom!" Micah called happily. "Love yah." He grinned, leaning down and giving her a harsh kiss on the cheek, before running off into the darkness of the surrounding trees towards the small town.
"Love you too." Lizzy called softly, watching her son go. "Oh boy…" She sighed, leaning into Castiel.
"Did you call them?"
"This morning."
"You knew that early?"
"Saw it happen." She mumbled.
"Are you sad?"
Lizzy blinked and tilted her head, looking up at him. "Aren't you?"
"I'm proud."
"I'm sad." She whispered, a pout coming over her lips.
Cas smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around her. "Don't worry." He whispered, kissing the top of her head as they both looked off into the distance where there son crashed through the tree line that rested behind the hotel. "He's gunna be fine."
"I know." Lizzy whispered.
"And when, might I ask, do you leave?"
"Tonight." She sighed. "And you?"
"Tonight."
"Elijah will be coming then?" Lizzy whispered, turning around and looking up at him.
"Yes."
"Well in that case…" Lizzy grinned and pulled out of him embrace. "I better go get ready. I just have to look my best for Elijah."
"That's…not funny." Cas called, his face going emotionless.
Lizzy giggled. "It is when I get to see that look." She called in a sing song voice as she walked back up to him, pressing herself against his chest.
A low sigh escaped Castiel, and he slowly looked away from her, up to the night sky, and the shinning stars.
"What's the matter?" She asked.
"Well, just thinking about something…
"What something?"
Slowly, Cas looked down at her ginning seductively, setting everything inside of her on fire.
"Everyone is town is right."
"Oh?" She blinked, unsure of what he was saying.
Leaning down, Cas pressed his lips to her softly before pulling away. "You are a babe." He whispered huskily and Lizzy giggled as he trailed kissed along her neck. "And luck for me," he added, pulling away and looking down at her. "You're all mine." He grinned, before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers hungrily as Lizzy smiled.
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"I can't believe it."
"Believe it."
"I can't."
"You should."
"But….I can't!"
"Okay! We get it! It's amazing. Micah's out and about. You'd think they resurrected JFK." Melanie noted, before rolling her eyes and pushing her long black hair out of her face, her fingers raking over her scalp. "So, what's the occasion for them letting you out of jail?"
"It's not jail." Micah groaned. "Contrary to all of you, I enjoy being around my family."
"Probably because their all hot." Sarah laughed.
"No…" Micah rolled his eyes. "And their not all 'hot'." Micah sighed, having once again in the company of his friends been forced to talk about the way his family looked, which really got annoying.
"Face it Micah, every single person in your family, from your mum and dad, to your uncles, even your cousin Elijah….all hot!" Sarah called out.
"You just say that cause you have the hots for that angry looking one. What his name again?" Jake asked, looking to Micah. "Don?"
"Dean."
"Yeah! That's it. Dean! Sarah's got the hots for Dean."
"You've got the hots for Lizzy."
"Dude!" Micah groaned, looking to Jake who blushed. "That's my mom man, come on."
"Sorry but she's…"
"Don't…even say it." Micah whispered, looking away.
"Gotta face facts my man, everyone in town would kill to get at your mom."
"And my dad would kill them if they tried." Micah called, grinning at the thought of his dad being in the restaurant with them and hearing the conversation.
"Dully noted." Jake laughed.
"Anyways, no that this isn't stimulating conversation but….what's the plan for tonight?" Sarah asked, looking around the table at her friends.
"Well…whatever it is we're doing it's gotta be big." Micah noted, reaching across the table and grabbing his coke. "It's my last night in town."
"What?"
"No way!"
"You're parents are actually letting you leave?" Sarah asked, mouth open and shocked.
"Yeah well…they kinda got no choice." Micah smirked, sipping on his coke.
"But…your mom seems so clingy." Melanie whispered, looking slightly disgusted. "I mean…she's always with you, always hugging you…"
"I hug her back." Micah whispered, a low growl in his throat as he looked up at Melanie, a little unsure of where this was coming from. "What's wrong with you tonight?" He asked.
"Nothing! I'm fine!" A fake smile flashed on her lips, before fading. "It's just…I mean….that's kinda sick isn't it?" She asked, leaning in and smirking, the low growl in Micah's throat getting louder and louder. "Is she mentally unstable your mom? Like, sick in the head."
"What the fuck Melanie?" Micah snapped, looking up at her, his eyes silvery with anger. "What's your problem?" He demanded, becoming angry.
"Sorry." She sighed, leaning back in her chair. "I just wanna…" She glanced up at him, and Micah's eyes went wide. "Have some fun." She smirked, her eyes going black for a moment.
"No…" He gasped, rising up from his chair.
"What?" Sarah asked, looking up at him. "What's going on? Are you leaving? Don't leave Micah."
"Yeah Micah….don't leave." Melanie, or the thing inside of Melanie called, rising up along with him.
"You son of a bitch." Micah growled, his hands tensing on the table top.
"Dude she's probably just PMSing, don't worry about…"
"Come on Melanie." Micah said fast, jumping up and grabbing her hand. "Let's go talk….outside." He snarled, pulling her up from the table.
"No." She snapped, pulling her hand away. "I think we should talk here. With Jake and Sarah!"
"Don't…" Micah snapped.
"What's going on?" Sarah asked, looking from one friend to the other. "Why are you two acting so…."
"tell them Micah." Melanie said suddenly, sitting back down and smirking. "Tell them about….the real you."
"Shut up." Micah snarled.
"Have you even wondered what Micah means?" Melanie asked, rising up then and slowly circling the table to where he sat. "Ever wonder the meaning behind it."
"Well…yeah." Jake nodded. "But what does that…"
"Shall I tell them Micah?" Melanie asked as she came closer to him, smirking. "Tell them what it means?"
"Shut up!" Micah snapped.
"Micah, angel of divine plan." Melanie called out loudly and Micah rose up fast, knocking his chair over and looked at her furiously as she spoke. "He watches over us, plans for us, guides us in the right way." Melanie leaned in towards him then, and he smelt the demon inside of her. "Isn't that right Micah."
"If you don't stop it right now I swear to you I'll…."
"You'll what?" Melanie snapped loudly. "Kill me?"
"What?!" Sarah gasped.
"Come on Micah. Do it. Make mommy and daddy proud. There's only…three…" Melanie spun around and looked to a table near the back of the restaurant where a little girl was sitting. "Make that four witnesses." She noted, and Micah looked back to see the small ten year old girl sitting there, watching him with wide eyes.
"Stop it…" Micah asked, looking at the scared girl. "Don't do this."
"Come on…."
"Melanie what are you…."
"Shut up!" The demon roared, it's eyes going black as it turned to Sarah and screamed, raising it's hand in the air to strike Sarah.
"No!" Micah snapped, reaching forward and grabbing hold of her hand in mid air. "Don't you dare touch her."
"Or you'll do what?" Melanie smiled, leaning into Micah who backed away, eyes wide with shock. "That's what I thought." She grinned, pulling her hand away violently. "You haven't got it in you do you? You haven't got the guts to…."
"No." A rough angry voice called from behind him, and Micah grinned, hearing a shock gun cock. "But I do."
"DUCK!" Micah screamed, jumping over the table and crashing into Jake and Sarah before slamming into the ground, as a shot gun rang out.
"Now Sammy!" Dean screamed.
A horrid cry rang out into the restaurant as Micah covered both his friends from the horror that was going on around them.
And then it was quiet. And Melanie's body slammed to the floor, her eyes fluttering open as he body shook.
"What…the…FUCK?!" Jake screamed, pushing Micah off of him and scrambling to his feet.
"What happened?!" Sarah cried out, tears running down her cheeks and Micah rose up, pulling her with him.
"Look…." He said, looking at his stunned friends who were looking at Melanie who was groaning and moaning on the floor. "Just take care of her and stay safe. I might come back some day and check in on you."
"Wait what?" Sarah called, blinking and looking at him. "What do you mean?"
"You're leaving?" Jake asked, astonished. "But…what about…why?"
Micah shrugged. "That was my cue to exit." He smiled. "See you around." He called, spinning around fast and waving.
"Bout time." Dean growled, as the tall teenager marched towards them. "You always get into this much trouble when you hang out with your friends?" He asked, reaching over and ruffling Micah's black hair.
"Only all the time." Micah smirked, looking up at Dean.
"Atta boy." He grinned, as Sam reached over and held out a small gun to the teenager, who took it freely. "Now let's get you home and packed."
"Your mom's gunna have a fit."
Micah rolled his eyes as they sprang down the steps, the Impala, still running, parked right before him. "You have no idea." He smirked.