Hiya all. Another chapter, it still raining outside and everything clean yay. Just to point out again, I have not seen any of Season 7 supernatural, so i dont have a clue what is happening, all i know is that my fav angel died.

I do not own Supernatural.

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Jesus replied, 'You do not realise now what I am doing but later you will understand.'
John 13:7
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'I don't think I am comfortable with this.'
Standing before the mirror, Castiel turned slightly to inspect the black suit he was now wearing. Leaning on the ground before him, Micah was tying up the laces of his new shoes. They were tight and he tapped the tip of them on the floor behind him.

Micah looked up at him, smirking as she put her hands on her hips, watching as Castiel inspected himself in the mirror, a frown on his face. He tugged at the black coat sleeves, loosening his tie as he sighed, looking back down at Micah.
'Come on Cass, you're acting like a teenager.' She finished off his other shoe, standing beside him and smoothing out invisible creases. A man was behind them, waiting to leave as Micah gave him a nod. He left, pulling closed the curtain and Micah looked at Cass via the mirror.
'What's comfortable about it Cass? It suits you.'

Giggling at her own joke, she stepped back, folding up the previous two suits that she didn't like on him. Castiel sighed, stretching his arms out before him as he turned to face Micah.
'Not the suit, I like it. It is all the…' he waved a hand when Micah sat down, trying to figure out just what made him uncomfortable. 'How exactly do we pay for this? Why do I need an FBI badge? Why do we have to lie?'

Micah was back on her feet in a second, pushing his shoulder hard.
'Keep you big hole shut ay? Or at least your voice down.' She pated the spot she just shoved gently, apologising, fixing his tie. Castiel remained still, waiting for an answer.
'We need to lie because-'

"Humans lie because, that's how you become president."

'You with me?'
Blinking, Castiel nodded, Micah giving him a weary but understanding look.
'If we said that we were hunters, do you think they would let us in on a murder investigation or whatever? They would strap us down and lock us up somewhere and lose the key. Plus we move around too much for a job.' Stepping back, she glanced him up and down with a satisfied grin, Castiel shifting under her gaze.
'Look like you've been in one all your life.' Castiel turned back and looked in the mirror, not knowing what to think.

'You're not gonna squeal like a pig on me are you?'
Micah was watching him with a cautious eye, like a tiger unsure if it should pounce.
'No, it's just; do you forget who you really are sometimes?'
The look shaded into something more guarded and Castiel knew he blew whatever chance of learning more about her for a while. Clothes were tossed at him and with a quick order to get changed, Micah left the change room.

Getting changed quickly, Castiel walked out as he tried to fold all the clothes and slide some back onto hangers and bumped into something.
Mumbling Micah's name, Castiel was ready to frown at her but it wasn't a woman in front of him.
The man had extended a hand, catching the black jacket that fell from his hands.

'I'm sorry,'
The man smiled, shaking his head.
'No, please, forgive me.'
Intense blue eyes held Castiel captivated and before he could ask for a name, the man walked away, not looking back as Castiel said sorry again.

A strange feeling washed over him, he knew that man from somewhere. Castiel didn't even get a good look at him, only his eyes and a strong presence. He searched his mind but it was as if there was a wall or vault that he couldn't get around or into.
Everything was right there!

'Cass?'
Micah was taking the suits out of his hands and putting them on the counter, the lady folding them away into a bag.
Swaying, Castiel put a hand on his head to try and rub the pain away but nothing helped. He could feel Micah grab his shoulders, one hand on his chest as she steadied him. Opening his eyes, he looked straight at Micah, her worry clear in her bright eyes.

'I'm alright, light headed.'
'Hungry?'
Castiel nodded, not wanting to make Micah worry any more than what she was. Once Castiel could stand by himself, Micah released him, turning her attention back to the woman at the counter to pay for his new clothing and shoes. And Castiel remained where he was, even though all his instincts were yelling at him to chase after that man.

The small café that they had found on the outside of town was peaceful.
Castiel could actually relax here as Micah slurped at a mango smoothy and he scanned the paper.

It had been a week since their last hunt, Micah wanting to be sure Castiel was in better shape before they moved on and because Castiel was sure Micah was waiting for him to grab his things and go. Well, to disappoint her Castiel remained with her.
He payed attention even when she tried to make her lessons difficult or intimidating.
Somehow he knew Micah was not disappointed, surprised yes but he could see joy in her eyes when he got things correct, when he made her laugh.

Each night Castiel sent a thanks to God that it was Micah who had found him, and not something or even anyone else. Perhaps it was all luck, chance; but Castiel liked to think that sometimes there was some sort of control, some guidance from something different entirely.
Only God knew how the world worked.

'Found anything?'
Castiel looked over the paper, watching Micah play with the ends of her hair as she scanned through a magazine. Looking down at his empty plate, he groaned that there was nothing left to eat but he still had his salad. He didn't want to eat it but like any good guardian Micah reminded him that he needed to be on this strict healthy diet for a few more days. Picking up the carrot stick, he crunched it into his mouth as he frowned at a few articles.

'Local woman found, mysteriously crushed… another is in Oklahoma a man found drowned in his kitchen sink…'
Micah wasn't looking up and Castiel sighed, folding the newspaper and sliding it onto the table.
'Not interesting enough for you?'
Micah looked up at the tone of annoyance in his voice, raising an eyebrow.
'Good job, you're getting better at picking them.' She closed the book, rubbing her eyes and Castiel leant back in his chair, absently scratching his chin as he looked at the article on the back of the page.

'Hey, what about this?'
A young man appeared, collecting their plates but Micah snatched her drink back off the man, slurping up the last of it. Castiel waited until he was out of ear shot, spreading the paper out in front of them. Micah shuffled her chair around to sit beside him, interested at Castiel's surprise.

'Sixth drowning in one week.'
Castiel looked down at Micah to see her reaction but she had already pulled the paper closer for her to read it.
'Could be a spirit, they related?'
Scanning through the article, Castiel shook his head.
'Doesn't seem like it, just says all men. Different ages, some local men, some tourists.'
Leaning back, Micah twisted her hair around her fingers and Castiel shrugged off his jacket, the sun warm as it reached them from behind cloud.

'Accidents or something more?'
Micah looked up at him, smiling as she winked.
'Could be something more. How do you feel about long drives?'

He was meant to be sleeping, but Castiel could not stop his mind from working. Thoughts were flying through his head as fast as the landscape outside was moving. The moon was round, lighting the landscape in a soft glow of silver.

Micah had been driving all day and it was now well into the next morning. Castiel had offered to drive, but upon questioning, he had no idea how to.
So he was stuck in the passenger's seat, lying back with his head resting on the door to peer up at the sky. There was something magical to Castiel about the sky at night. The way the clouds were illuminated as they passed over the moon and the darkness pushed back by its soft light. Something so gentle could have such an effect.

The car slowed down, Micah pulling into an empty rest spot not far from the highway. He could hear her yawn as she stretched, stepping out of the car to head to the restroom.
Castiel followed her, still entranced by her very existence.
Golden hair was now changed drastically to liquid silver and pale skin now white.

Eyelids grew heavy as Castiel watched Micah return to the car and he shivered under his jacket as he moved to get warm. Thoughts became slow and as Castiel fell into a sleep, he felt calm.

The storm was vicious.
Dark clouds were rolling over the horizon, waves crashing against the shore with a roar as loud as the thunder.
There was no rain, but Castiel could feel the splash of the salt water against his skin, couldn't he?

He wanted to look down at his arms, unsure if he was able to even feel the wind whip around his body but he didn't. He couldn't. All around him there were people but they were not human; the light shining from their beings too bright for Castiel to see any distinct features other than their outline.

They were all standing on the shore, still and unfazed by the weather. Even Castiel felt calm, but it changed as soon as something moved on the muddy earth beside them. Turning to look down, he felt excitement well in him, a smile on his face as the small dark creature crawled from the water slowly, unsure of the new world it was now entering.

The others moved in closer but Castiel didn't need to move, the fish was right in front of him. He felt his smile grow even larger, tears in his eyes as the fish crawled faster now, unfazed by their presence. The storm slowly settled, the dark clouds still hanging over them but no longer booming thunder and the sea calmed, enough so that it didn't sweep the little creature from its quest.

'Don't step on that fish, Castiel.'
Looking up, he smiled as bright blue eyes looked down at him, the glee in them giving Castiel hope.
'Big plans for that fish.'

Castiel looked back down at the creature, now moving with a sure steady pace. The others moved back as it neared, not in fear or disgust but in caution. Nothing was to interfere with this creature.
'Why does father care so much about a fish?'
Castiel looked beside him, Gabriel confused as he watched on. On his other side, blue eyes laughed and a firm hand was on both their shoulders. Castiel smiled up at Kamael but noticed a flicker of unease as the others began to vanish from the shore.

'Because my little brothers, one day that fish will be something that links us all together; it will become something we need to protect.' The hand on Castiel's shoulder tightened. 'Especially you, Castiel.'

He had wanted to question that, but he knew it was neither his place nor the time.
He understood that their father worked in strange ways but he also knew that everything that he did was for a greater purpose.
As everyone vanished, Castiel remained still, watching the fish as it paused for a rest.
It was a miracle, but Castiel did not fathom how this fish would become so important to him.

'Cass?'
Opening his eyes, Castiel sucked in a deep breath as pain exploded through his head. With a groan he gripped it, shielding his eyes from the sun with his arm. As soon as it eased enough for him to focus, he turned to Micah, who was smiling in the driver's seat, bottles of water and coke in one hand and a packet of biscuits in the other.

A truck rolled through the gas stop, air brakes vibrating and Castiel sat up properly in the seat, taking the stuff from Micah so she could start the car.
'Morning sunshine.' She laughed and Castiel drearily leant back, trying to figure out where they were and how Micah could be so cheerful when she spent most the day and night driving.
'How far away are we?'

Micah pulled out of the stop, shifting gears before she sat back, grabbing the coke of Castiel and taking a gulp.
'Bout three hours till we get to Castine.' She took a good look at Castiel who was still rubbing absently at his head.
'Are you alright?'
Folding his jacket and looking at the biscuits in his hand Castiel nodded, taking a drink from the bottled water as he studied the area around them.

'Yeah, just a… weird dream.'
'Any memories?'
Castiel looked at Micah as she shifted her gaze between the road before them and him. Shaking his head ever so gently, Castiel looked away.
It was just a crazy dream, yet somehow, he felt that it wasn't just a dream, he could still smell the ocean like he was just there, and those eyes of his brother in his dream, were they the same as the man he bumped into the other day?

It couldn't have been, the chances of him not recognising Castiel? And as they drove through the scenery, the cliff dropped beside them, revealing the ocean.
Just a crazy dream.
Why would Castiel be so important?

Well whatever the cause was of his dream, Castiel knew that with Micah beside him offering friendship and God above him offering salvation, whatever the plan was for him he would not be alone.

Didn't turn out the way I wanted it but next chapter will be good, i hope.

Debating whether or to start planning another supernatural ff, one about Jesse. I hated that they just dropped it like they did, so would it be worth me planning something for him? Not sure how popular he is haha. My first priority however is this story.

Thanks for reading!

Silver-Kirn
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