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The suffering of this present time are not worthy to be compared with the glory that shall be revealed in us
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Sleep Shower Hunt Whisky Guns Sleep

That had been Micahs routine for so many years of her life. There had been no change in that, no want for it to change until she met Castiel. The routine had changed, if there even really was one, but maybe that was a good thing, maybe it was time that things should have a drastic shakeup.

A bang at her door made her flinch.
'Time to get up, move your ass Jones!'
Micah sighed, rolling her eyes and twisting on the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor. The door swung open and Micah stood straight as the guard marched into her room, watching her with angry eyes before checking under her pillow and bed.
'No weapons today sir, better check tomorrow.' she said, the muscular man stopping in front of her, eyes looking her up and down. 'Meds time, get dressed and go.'

Once the man was gone, Micah unfolded her arms and brushed out her hair. She didnt like this routine, then again who in a psych ward did?
Slipping on her rough blue pants and white shirt, Micah hummed a small tune as she tugged on white shoes, leaving the socks. Leaving her hair down, Micah scowled of the thought of what would happen today. Maybe some of the other paitents might start a fight again, at least that way they were all sent back to their rooms.

She had been in here for a few days now, too many for her liking but she couldnt just walk out of her. Lining up in the hall, she waited with the other paitents as they were led to the community room, taking their medication from the lady in the window before. Looking ahead and behind her, Micah could see some faces she had already worked out; a lady with a god complex, another woman that had murderous voices in her head and a man that thought he was a cat. To be honest she enjoyed his company, except when he tried to crawl onto her lap.
'Morning,' Micah smiled at the lady who shoved the cup into her hands and she looked at the little white pills waiting for her to swallow them. She wasnt sure what they were, some sort of sedative to help keep them undercontrol rather than actually help them. Lifting it in cheers, Micah tipped them into her mouth before being allowed through the doors to the main room.

Once she was through, she spat them into her hand, tossing them into her pocket before looking around the bare room. There was an old tv that looked as though it belonged in a museum playing some shit cartoons, a couple of tables set up for chess and checkers while a few lounges sat there waiting and a few book cases with books ready to be read. Micah groaned, another couple of hours of complete bordom and then it would be bed time. She had asked the other day for some pen and paper but those were privlages and Micah hadn't proved herself yet.
Plus one of the guards didn't want her to draw anything that might upset the other paitents, after all, she was the crazy one that thought monsters were real.

Leaning back on the wall, Micah wished there was a window or two that she could look out of but instead she had to watch the other paitents mingle, some dancing to a tune in their own head, some yelling at their own hands. She had woken up in hospital and as soon as she had been cleared, rather than be released she was admitted into the ward. Apparently screaming that she needed salt and a gun to protect everyone from the paranormal was a great ticket into here. She played along with it; for one it did give her a break from hunting like she wanted. The room slowly filled and the doors shut and guarded and Micah rubbed at her aching shoulder. She could remember fighting the pontianak, feeling its nails dig into her skin but that was about it, she barely had any flesh wounds to show for it.

'Looking good Jones.'
Micah sighed, keeping her arms folded as the guard moved close beside her. She wasnt suprised that the guards were fasinated with her, after all she was the only one in here that didn't have open sores or a crazy attitude. Spinning around, she stared at the guard but ended up smiling.
'You to, Mr Hetfield sir.'

Dean smiled back at her, standing up straight beside her and looking around the room. Micah relaxed beside him, taking a step aside to keep it looking professional.
'The uniform suits you.' Micah said, giving him a wink. Dean tugged at the collar, keys jingling at his hip and he frowned with a huff.
'I hate it. No woman digs a security guard.'
Micah chuckled slightly, pulling her hair over her shoulder and playing with the ends.
'Neither does blue polyester, could you imagine me at a pub like this?'
'I dunno, Cas might dig it.'
Micah paused before flicking her hair back and staring at the white floor.
'How is he?'

Dean moved to stand on the other side of her, noticing some of the other guards watching them.
'He misses you, he'll be coming soon for visiting times.'
Micah smiled, gently touching his hand as she moved away from him. She was so grateful that he was here, and she didnt care whose idea it was. If she was in here on her own, she probably would go made. Picking up a book, she found a spot on the lounge and tried to focus on the words on the faded pages, the whole time feeling Deans eyes on her and it was comforting.

Micah had just finished a sloppy bowl of soup, if you could call it soup and stale bread when Dean tapped her on the shoulder.
'Visitor Jones, lets go.'
Other paitents looked at her longingly and she wondered if anyone ever visited them, or did they just get dropped off and forgotten?
Rising to her feet, Micah followed Dean along the white corridor, neatening her hair and fixing up her tight white shirt as they came to a stop at the door. There was only a small window and Micah could see Sam and Castiel sitting at the table and she smiled at the familiar faces.

He opened the door and Micah stepped through, Castiel getting to his feet. He made a move to hug her but Micah sat down quickly, eyeing the camera in the corner.
'I'm not allowed to touch anyone.' Castiels arms dropped back beside him and Micah pulled the chair in closer as Castiel sat back down, eyes never leaving Micah.
'How are you?'
'Good,' Micah giggled slightly, holding her hand out across the table and felt relief when Castiel took it, 'cant believe I'm going to say it but I miss the diner food and motel beds.'

A blanket seemed to fall over them and Micah knew what was going to be said next.
'Are you ok?'
Micah took her hand back, leaning back in the metal chair and shrugging.
'As good as can be expected, a little sick of this place. How did I get in here?'
'You were out for a few days,' Sam replied, Dean standing still in the corner like a guard should be, 'You woke up a couple of times in fits, and when a psych came to assess you, you were...'
'I was crazy, great.' she leant forward, elbows on the table as she rubbed her temples.

'You're not missing anything Micah,' Castiel said, 'if you want to stay in here for a couple of days,'
'Thats a lie, I may not know exactly whats going on but I can tell that this isnt over.'
Something brushed down Micahs spine, like a warm breath and she shifted, looking behind her. Nothing was there and she turned back to confused looks.
'There is some activity that isnt normal,' Sam started, and he continued but Micah couldnt hear his words.

You need to know.
Micah flinched at the voice, snapping her head to the side thinking it was Dean but no one was close enough to have whispered that to her.
I can tell you.
'Micah?'
Focusing on Castiel, Micah blinked a few times as the strange feeling ebbed. Her mind was screaming to tell them, but tell them what? 'Sorry, gotta act kind of crazy for the cameras.'
'But dont you want to get out?'

Micah was on her feet and she hesitated, looking back at Castiel and the brothers, trying to think but it was like trying to keep water to one side of the bowl.
'I'll be out soon anyway. You guys keep going, I need a good rest.'
She forced a smile, Castiel stammering for words but she pressed a finger to her lips.
'I'm fine, promise.'
She lingered for a second, wondering who would say I love you first but she didn't and Dean opened the door, and Castiel left through the other door with Sam. Micah paused, looking through the window to Cas walking away and her heart sank.

'Everything alright?' Dean asked, hands resting on her shoulders and she nodded, turning back to the window to see Castiel watching her.
'Fine.'
Dean nodded, gently ushering Micah back to the room but Micah shook her head.
'Can I just go to my room?'
Dean looked down at her a little concerned but nodded, escorting her to the small room that was strangely homey for her.

'Thanks Dean.'
'Take it easy. See you at lights out.'
Micah gave him a smile and shut the door, sliding down until she hit the ground. Her face flew into her hands as she battled to keep herself from crying. It was a mistake, she knew it from the begining, she should never have kept the lost naked man like a lost puppy, if she hadnt she would not be here. But if she didn't, where would she be? Probably dead or simply worn out and alone in the big scary world. Right now she was alone and it pained her, why the hell was she in here? Had she actually gone crazy?

Your mind is perfectly intact.
Micah froze at the voice again, trying to figure out if it was a man or woman, but it just seemed to be a voice. She ignored it, slowly getting to her feet and looking around the room, but there was nothing out of the ordinary other than a cracked ceiling and a water stained wall.
'Yeah? So who is talking to me?'
She waited for a time but there was no answer and Micah slapped her forehead; God, was she truely going mad?

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