New chapter. I'm getting these out pretty quick at the moment, but I'm back to work tomorrow so it will not be as frequent but I shall keep going.
Just a warning, this chapter may get violent, but not not as bad as it may get ;)
Promise that there are more Cass chapter coming soon.

I do not own Supernatural.

Evil people want to do wrong, even to their friends.
Proverbs 21:10

It was strange.

In all the years that Micah had been traveling, hunting and meeting people, never had she come across someone who made her feel…
Safe.

It was strange because Micah had always thought she was the one that offered the protection, helped people and made them feel safer, but as she sat in the chair, watching as the man walked and stretched, she felt safe.
Maybe safe wasn't the right word, comfortable? Micah nodded gently to herself, she liked that word much more.

Castiel.
He said that he thinks that was his name.
How could he not remember his own name?

Micah took a mouthful of her now warm drink, the strong whiskey burning down her throat.
'Did you do this?'
Flicking her head back up to Castiel, Micah frowned slightly before following his finger as he traced one of the stiches across his chest. With a nervous grin, Micah nodded and stood from her chair.
'Does it need to be fixed? It isn't the best,' she chuckled lightly, standing in front of him as she checked it. 'I'm not that good a nurse, but I couldn't have you bleeding everywhere.'

Castiel shook his head, obviously nervous having Micah so close to him. She got the hint when he buttoned up his shirt again, taking a step back.
'You must be hungry.' She said loudly, walking over to a small esky. Pulling out a beer for herself, she grabbed the plain crackers and jam. Waving them slightly, Micah placed them down on the bed as Castiel watched her cautiously.
'Stopped and grabbed you these. I don't know when you last ate, and whenever I feel sick I love my plain crackers.' She laughed but when Castiel simply stood still, watching her Micah sighed and cracked open her beer, slamming back a few mouthfuls.

Leaving the stuff on the bed, Micah tossed her hair from her face and fell into her chair, returning the intense stare to the man across the room.
When he looked away, Micah dropped her hand to the floor behind her, ensuring that if needed, she could grab the gun swiftly. Plus the dagger she had tucked into the seat beside her.

'Thank you, for helping me.'
It surprised her, Micah had been expecting a rough, deep voice from the look of the man but his voice was almost like velvet; not perfect but still easy to listen to.
Castiel sat on the edge of the bed, slowly unpacking the crackers before he bit into a dry biscuit.
Behind Micah, the fire still raged, darkening all the space around the two of them.

'You're welcome.'
Castiel looked up at her, and Micah had to fight down the gasp.
Blue eyes, stunning blue and in the light of the fire she could have sworn they were something unhuman entirely.

Shaking her head, she folded her arms across her chest.
'So do you remember at all what happened for me to help you?'
A shadow fell across his face as he dipped the biscuit into the jam, lost in his thoughts. The way he hung his head, body stiffening and shielded… Micah could already tell that the man knew nothing of the events that occurred to him.
'No.'

Only now was Micah having doubts, she was helping someone with no memory of who he even was and from the look on his face when he ate the jam, didn't even remember what it tasted like.
'Nothing at all? Only your name?'
Castiel nodded, sadly looking up at Micah.
'I'm sorry.'

Micah shook her head, sighing and swallowing back her beer.
'Nah, don't be. I should be, I'm just… curious.'
A small grin on Castiel's face was all Micah needed to have her doubts washed away. She would help this man, because for one; the world was messed up and she wanted to do something good for once that didn't involve a ton of salt and injuries.

'I remember…'
Hope filled Micah to the point that her heart pounded and she leant forward, listening as he softly murmured, a hand pressing to his forehead as though in pain.
Micah remembered, she remembered a lot. It was not long after her parents had died that she could not recall the event. She thought they were still alive, had completely wiped it from her mind until it all came flooding back in a series of migraines and nightmares.
Was Castiel going through the same thing?

'I remember water.'
Nodding Micah met with his eyes again.
'I found you in the river in St George.' Something flashed in his eyes and Castiel angled his head up to stare at the ceiling. Was St George significant to him?
'Micah, you said that was your name?'

Nodding curtly, she leant forward as she tried to think of the importance. This man was incredible; no one knew what had happened to him but somehow he survived what ever it was to be found by Micah and still he was fighting to remember when the fear of whatever it was he was trying to get back was evident in his eyes. What ever it was about this guy, whether it was he was a fighter and survivor like Micah, she liked him

'A brother, my brother… he hurt me, took something from me. I think my friends are looking for me,' That handsome face suddenly became blank, eyes unblinking as they moved; watching something else entirely. Concerned, Micah stood, moving closer ready to comfort him.
'They are after me, I did so much wrong!' he yelled, jumping to his feet. 'Haven't I been punished enough?' he screamed at the ceiling and Micah felt fear coil in her stomach violently when Castiel screamed.

'Run Micah, find-'
Hands flew to his ears as he cringed in pain, Micah not knowing what to do.
'I will not listen! Stop, no! Stop the noise!'
Goosbumps broke out on Micah's skin, she was paralysed as she watched him collapse to the ground, writhing in pain.
Pushing aside her fear, she ran over to Castiel, sliding to her knees as she grabbed his head. He was crying, fresh warm tears staining down his cheeks but at least he had stopped thrashing.

Blue eyes looked up at her before they fell shut again, breath steadying out to a soft sleep. Micah could feel her own heart racing as she pressed her fingers to his neck, checking that his pulse was steady enough. It was there, as strong as life could be but the pain that had been in his eyes, in his voice as he yelled at whoever it was, but she didn't think he was crazy.

God knew what he had been through, Micah just hoped that whatever she did was enough for him.

It was after Micah had had a cold shower, grateful that there was still water supplied to the old house that she changed into something more comfortable. Her black sweatpants dragged on the floor as she slid an old grey shirt over her head, tying her damp hair from her face.

Castiel was still resting on the bed, chest rising and falling gently.
At least he wasn't screaming anymore.

Putting the jam back into the esky, Micah checked all the windows and the thin salt lines. You could never be too careful. Grabbing a beer, Micah fixed up the blanket on Castiel before she sank into the chair by the fire, which she had supplied some more wood to keep them going through whatever was left of the cold night.

Sipping at her beer, Micah watched as Castiel slept.
So many thoughts were racing through her head but she could barely hold one long enough to elaborate or even answer.
What was going on in Castiel's head?

Eyes became dry and Micah felt her eye lids droop, her vision narrowed to only a slit. She didn't want to blink, if she did then she would probably not be able to open them again.
It wasn't that she was not tired, she was tired enough to sleep for a week but what if Castiel woke up and left without her knowing?
If he did, it might be doing her a favour, but they were in the middle of nowhere, tucked off the highway in an abandoned house, he might not know what to do or even get hurt.

A noise made Micah freeze, her muscles tightening and years of trained senses taking over.
Silently, Micah placed her beer on the ground, reaching beside it to grab the gun.
With a few clicks, she got it ready to fire, standing steadily with it braced in her hands.

Nothing moved in the darkness, and there was no noise beside the fire crackling behind her.
Micah was just going to blame her edginess but there was something, she could feel it.

With skilful movements, Micah kept her back to the wall as she moved, trying to scan every inch of the old room but there was still nothing out of the ordinary.
Taking a breath, she felt the cold air catch in her throat; movement.

Spinning to stand in the door frame, gun ready to fire, Micah stared down the small dark hall, bracing herself for anything. All that was down here was a small bedroom and the bathroom. She had lined those windows and doors with salt, so no demon could have gotten in. Scanning the bedroom and the bathroom, they came up empty for anything out of the ordinary. Maybe it was just the old house.

Carefully making her way back to the kitchen, Micah sighed when she saw Castiel stirring, rolling over in his sleep. Micah yawned, her eyes returning back to heavy and dry and she made her way to her chair, gun swinging beside her.

A shattering sound made Micah jump, fear icy cold through her stomach and she turned quickly, bringing her gun up but it was knocked out of the way and a vicious punch to the face and kick in the ribs was enough to bring Micah to the floor.

Bare feet were in front of her and Micah looked up from behind her messed hair to see the shape of a woman.
'Remember me?'
Micah licked her lip, tasting the blood and breathed in deep as she glared at Katie before her world fell black.

It felt like only a few seconds before Micah opened her eyes.
The fire was burning low but it was still enough for her to see from where she lay on the ground.

Her stomach ached and she was about to groan but voices made her freeze, remaining still as she listened.
Castiel wasn't helping Katie was he?

'Castiel, such an interesting name…' Katie paced the end of the bed, Castiel sitting up as he glared at her.
'Who are you? What do you want?'
A malevolent laugh pierced the quiet room and Katie fiddled with her hair as though she were a blushing teenager.
'Well you see Castiel, I had lost everything not that long ago, so I am just chopping off a few ends that will stop me from doing so.'

Micah moved ever so carefully, trying not to catch Katie's attention but her mind was racing.
How in the hell did she get out of that coffin?
Out of everything Micah hunted, Zombies were the biggest pain in the arse. There was just too much lore on them, and now Micah had to think of one that would end this here and now or else both she and Castiel would be dead.

In front of her she couldn't see her gun, but she remembered the dagger she had slid between the chair and cushion in case Castiel tried anything.
She was going to kill Katie for good.

'What do you mean? Do I know you?'
Again Katie laughed, bones grinding as she put her hands on her his like she was scolding a child.
'Of course not. But her,' Micah stopped her small advancement to the chair and fell very still, trying to keep her breath steady, 'she has to die.'
She began to stalk over but Castiel argued, rolling off the bed to stand behind her.
'But, what did she do? How do you know her?'

Katie frowned, turning slowly around to face him. Micah frowned, confused by Castiel's actions.
'Well since you're going to die after her anyway,' Micah could only imagine the sick grin on her face and she knelt quietly, reaching for the blade.
'I'm not really alive, I was brought back and I want to have my second chance. But she wants to hunt me down and kill me,' she advanced on Castiel, who took a step back each time, 'tell me, does that seem fair?'

Micah had hold of her large dagger, bringing it out slowly. Unsheathing it from the light brown leather, Micah looked at it as is glistened in the fire light and then to the dying flames.
That was one way to kill a zombie.
Getting to her feet, she stood behind Katie but when Castiel's bright eyes flickered up to her, Katie saw and turned, grabbing Micah's wrist before it punctured her.

Forcing her weight into it, Micah growled as Katie snarled.
With a shove, Micah felt the blade crack through Katie's chest and she fumbled slightly before she heaved Micah off her with a strength she had been unprepared for. Looking at the dagger in her chest, Katie ripped it from her and charged at Micah with an animal howl.

Castiel was the one to stop her.
He grabbed her arm, swinging her around and slamming his fist into the pasty skin of Katie's face. Both Micah and Katie were surprised, but Katie smiled at the challenge.
'You're a hunter to hmm? Well I can fix that,' she slashed at him with the dagger but he skilfully dogged and counter attacked, forcing Katie back closer to Micah who was on her feet. Kicking the dagger from her hands, Castiel kept Katie busy as Micah scooped up the knife, lunging at Katie. Again they crashed together, Micah sitting over her as she braced the dagger above her.

'Wait!'
Micah stopped when Katie went slack, staring at her with sad eyes.
'Why are you doing this to me?'
Risking a quick glance at Castiel, who was standing not far from them, gun aimed at Katie, Micah returned her gaze to Katie, before she laughed.
'You're kidding right? You're meant to be dead.'
The flames cast a dark shadow across Katie's face and Micah received a bloody grin.
'Guess you're right. I will see my family on the other side.' Micah felt her face drop and Katie laughed.
'Yep, I can tell what you're thinking. I followed you here, and in case I couldn't kill you, I stopped and visited everyone I know along the way.' Katie continued to laugh and Micah could feel her arms shake from holding the dagger so tight.

How cruel could this woman be?
There was no way that she was human anymore.
As Katie laughed, Micah growled deep in her chest and brought the dagger down. Katie thrashed, trying to get Micah off but she persisted, hacking at her chest until she could reach down. Micah wrapped her fingers around Katie's still, cold heart and pulled. There was a gross crunch and liquid spilled over onto Micah's hands and onto the floor. Katie fell still, no longer struggling as Micah sliced away the tendons and veins still attached to the heart.

'Bitch,' Micah snarled and just as Katie began to move again, Micah twisted slightly and tossed the organ into the fire.
It sizzled as the flames wrapped around it and beneath Micah Katie screamed, her back arching as Micah leapt off her, standing beside Castiel as Katie finally closed her eyes and died.

Looking down at her blood covered hands and dagger, Micah looked to Castiel who was standing tensely beside her, blue eyes reflecting the burning fire in front of them.
'Are you alright?'
He turned to look and Micah saw a few scratches from Katie's nails on his cheek and neck but other than that he nodded, looking down at Micah's hands. She was waiting for him to freak out, to shoot her or run away… anything!
But instead he stood beside her, lost in thought.

'At least you remember how to fight, where did you learn to do that?'
Castiel opened his mouth to speak but he just shrugged. Of course he didn't remember.
Micah was amazed that he had not reacted differently, it was as though he had done this before.

As Micah looked back at the body in front of the fire place, she was not able to stop the smile on her face.
For all they both knew, he could have been.

There was something I had been going to say, but I cannot remember. Must not have been important,

I am more than happy to take any requests for a hunt if you want or any suggestions; anything.

Silver-Kirin
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