Hello lovely people.
New chapter up, no real warnings needed just a little violence.

I do not own Supernatural, and that makes me sad.

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No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper
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Secrets upon secrets; that was all Castiel could offer Micah.
He had no money, nothing at all other than secrets and love, but even for a fallen angel like him he could see it was not enough.

For months it had been perfect, hunting and living close together; there had been nothing to disrupt their perfect little world. After everything they had been through together, there had been no need for words, just trust and touches. Now the question of could they be trusted was plaguing Castiel to the point where he could think of nothing else, even the case they were on now. He trusted Micah, with his life, but did he have hers? Had he done something wrong to cause Micah sadness?
Now he could see why humans thought angels were perfect; the whole concept of emotions and relationships was sticky and tiring.
If only their routine had not been disturbed, maybe things would have remained good but for how long? It was only a matter of time really before things would turn and bite them. It had just been too good.

Sitting up on the bed, Castiel stared at the flickering lamp beside Sam, who was relentlessly reading through FBI reports and newspapers. No matter what these brothers had been through, how rough it got or how much they changed, they were still here, still brothers. Micah and Castiel could never be like that, they were not blood. Perhaps it was best to leave Micah to her own life, go back with the brothers and fight what he had caused but he was scared.

'How you doing Cas? Looks like you're trying to pass a kidney stone.'
Blinking Castiel focused on Sam who tucked his growing hair behind his ears, adjusting in his seat to face Castiel. Although he was slightly confused what human anatomy had to do with his facial expressions, he rubbed at tiring eyes and gestured to the stack in front of Sam.
'Anything?'
Huffing a large breath, Sam shook his head, snatching up a missing persons report and handing it across the short distance of the room. The motel was like any other run down cheap place, itchy sheets and a lingering smell but at least it was closer to Green Meadows Psychiatric Hospital.
The only discomfort he had was that it was Dean in there and not him, but he wouldn't know how to get around as easily as Dean did.

'Alice Mormon went missing only a couple of days ago. That makes her the seventh in this week alone.'
The face smiled up at Castiel from the page and he handed it back.
'Anything that links them?'
'All have different hair, background, gender, race, nothing I can find.' Sam sighed, stretching out his arms and looking towards the clock.
'Demonic then maybe?' Castiel asked, stepping over to the kitchen and pulling a beer from the fridge for Sam. He poured himself another cup of warm coffee, sniffing a half-eaten burger before putting it back on the shelf it came from.
'But what is bringing them all here?'
'Since when do demons need a reason for anything?' Sam asked, taking a gulp of his drink.

Castiel guessed that was true; causing trouble seemed to be their number one reason but Castiel couldn't shake the feeling that there was something he was missing. It felt like an itch that he couldn't scratch, it kept him awake and restless in an unpleasant way. Then again, perhaps he was missing Micah. They had been inseparable for so long, it was odd to not have her warmth beside him or that flash of gold hair in the corner of his eye.

'You look lost,' Sam said, gesturing to his bottle, 'maybe you should have a drink?'
Castiel shook his head. Numerous times Micah had tried to get him to drink, and sometimes he did but it never really agreed with him, and one glass often turned into seven that turned into a nasty headache the next morning. Micah would be the one to sooth it away, after her laughter and teasing.

Sam stood straight, stretching his long limbs before tossing his bottle into the bin with a loud clang.
'Best to get some sleep then.'
Castiel could feel Sam watching him and he looked up carefully, not sure what to expect from the younger Winchester brother. They had not always been on the same page, knew that Sam may not forgive him as easily as Dean, after all wasn't Castiel the one that caused.
'Sam I am sorry.'
He seemed taken back and that surprised Castiel who watched the younger Winchester shake his head as though Castiel had told a vicious lie.
'It's ok, Cas. I would have taken the same option you did. Who wouldn't want to have the chance to be happy?'

Castiel gave a small smile, finishing his drink and placing his cup gently into the sink. He could sense the anger behind the words, the snarling judgement of Sam Winchester but Castiel knew that he had every bit of good intentions.
'Would still be nice to have some sort of angel on our shoulder.'
Castiel groaned, ready to turn around and lecture him that he was never a shoulder angel but a warrior when something spiked his interest.
The movement was light, but Castiel could feel something on the other side of the door and clicked for Sams attention.

Instantly Sam was ready, gun in hand and Castiel grabbed his from the bed within his reach. Cautiously they stood ready, watching the door. Castiel quickly scanned that all salt lines were in place, but they didn't know who was going to knock.
'Maybe it was just-'
Sam was cut off as the door blew open, the salt line destroyed with a large gust of wind. Straight away people were charging at them, knocking Sam to the ground and struggling with Castiel.

Black eyes were fierce as they stared them both down, snarling like animals as they wrestled for the gun. Castiel managed to fire a round into the person but it did nothing to slow the demon down. He felt guilt for the person that he had just killed, if there was anyone in there but right now he had to worry about his own mortal soul.
Sam managed to swap to a knife, slashing at the air enough to keep them at bay as Castiel managed to punch the demon to the ground, keeping him there as he glared up at the other one standing patiently.

'Well look who it is,' she hissed, licking her bottom lip as she looked over them both with black eyes. Castiel took a breath, kicking the rug aside slightly when the woman looked at her unmoving comrade, enough for her to get a glimpse of the devils trap scratch on the cheap flooring.
'Who are you?' Sam snapped, the body of the dead demon collapsing at his feet. For a second Castiel worried that Sam was back to his old tricks but the knife in his hands was one Castiel remembered well.
'It doesn't matter who I am,' she flicked her eyes between the two men, hands ready to pin them to the wall if they moved, 'just tell me where it is.'

Castiel recognised the woman before him as the same Alice Mormon that had gone missing, but her eyes showed a different creature. It pained Castiel to have to kill the real Alice, he had done it hundreds, thousands of times before as an angel but now that he was a human himself, it hurt.
'Where is what?'
Her neck cracked as she twisted around to look at Castiel.
'You know what.'
'Is that why you are all here? You're after something?'
The demon flicked her hair over her shoulder, mimicking a human trait as she smirked at Sam.
'Bravo, ten out of ten Sammy,' she smirked at him again at his grimace of her use of his name, 'and my boss is getting tired of chasing this thing.'

Dark eyes glimmered at Castiel and he tensed, ready to attack as she cautiously moved towards him.
'I would have thought an angel and the Sam Winchester would be with us to find it.'
'Enough!' Sam growled, his hunting hands twitching to destroy the demon, and Castiel couldn't disagree, the abomination was wasting their time.

Lunging for her, Sam wrestled with the demon, the blade spinning uselessly onto the ground as wrestling turned into a fist fight. Castiel pulled the demon off Sam who wiped the blood from his lip, pressing his hand to her forehead. Light burnt beneath his palm and his body was consumed with heat; he could no longer hear anything as he focused on the demon kneeling before him. Her eyes were wide with shock and eyes glowing as he tried to cast the blackness from the woman. It was energising, thrilling and it sang through his veins with a familiar tune and Castiel thought, for a split second that maybe he was not so human after all.

Tearing away from the demon, Castiel was panting for breath as Sam began to recite a Latin exorcism . The demon remained motionless kneeling on the floor, eyes wide with shock or pain or both. It didn't take long for the black smoke of the demon to vanish, retreating to wherever it was safe for them, the woman's body collapsing. Sam checked a pulse as Castiel turned around, the sudden ringing in his ears subsiding and his heart returning to normal.
Sadly Sam placed the woman's hand down gently, shaking his head and Castiel felt his stomach sink.
'What was that Cas? Do you still have your powers?'
Castiel raised an eyebrow; powers.
'I was not born a human, my soul may be made up of part of my grace.' He looked at his hand, his thoughts racing; maybe he wasn't as useless as he had believed himself to be.
'Perhaps with some practice,'

A groan brought them back and they both looked to the man lying on the floor, glaring up at them from the devils trap.
'Let me go and I won't tell them.'
'Not a chance,' Sam snapped, standing tall and towering over the demon who also rose to his feet.
'Worth a shot.'
'Tell us what you are after? Who is your boss? Why is he after it?'
The demon laughed at the questions, crossing his arms defiantly.
'Why would I help you? I'm dead wether I speak or not. Besides, I hear that Green Meadows has someone there that loves to spill secrets.'
A disgusting curl of lips crossed the demons face and Castiel felt his panic return, replacing his glowing hope with shattering fear.

Sam lifted his hand, pausing before he began to recite the exorcism and Castiel ignored the demons shouts in protest and cries of pain. Instead he grabbed his gun, dialling Deans number.
The phone rang for what seemed like eternity and Castiel hurried Sam as he grabbed his jacket and weapon also, running out to the car.
'Cas?' Deans voice on the end of the line was a strange reassurance.
'Dean, you and Micah are in danger!'