I do not own Supernatural.

But lately it seems that it owns me... .

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Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.
James 4:14
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'Welcome to the Castine Inn, how can I help you?'
Micah dropped her duffle bag on the soft white carpet, glancing around the neat lobby. Behind her Castiel carried his back pack as he gave a warm greeting smile.
'Morning, well…' Micah glanced up at the clock and grimaced at the time, 'afternoon, sorry. Just need to book a room. Two single beds.'

The lady smiled, looking Micah up and down and then to Castiel behind her before clicking away at the computer. A frown formed on her face and Micah dropped her shoulders. This place was the third they had gone to, the last and the cheapest; Micah didn't feel like sleeping in her car for a week.

'I'm sorry but we only have one room available. Normally we don't accept bookings over the counter…' Castiel leant on the bench beside Micah, giving the lady a smile.
'Can you make one exception? We have heard such great things about this place, be a shame to have come this far to miss out.'
He pulled a puppy dog look and while Micah just rolled her eyes, the lady giggled and clicked away again at the computer.

'Well ok then. This is really the nicest place in town. The best views!'
She was blabbering away to them but Micah switched off, watching a few people move around up stairs.
'What name is that under?'

Turning back around, Micah pulled out her credit card, checking the name and signature quickly before handing it over.
'Tyler.'
'Thank you Mrs Tyler. Now just to say we do charge fifty per cent of the total charge on the first day. How long were you planning on staying?'
The lady brushed brown hair from her face, battering her eyes at Castiel, who didn't even notice. Instead he was watching Micah and it made her uneasy.
'Just a week, may change if we like it here.' She forced a giggle; if only this lady knew why they were here.

'Alright then, with the ocean view room, that comes to a total of three hundred and thirty.'
Micah watched the lady, dumbfounded for a second.
'Seven hundred dollars for the week?' Micah almost cried out, Castiel's hand the only thing stopping her from picking up her bag and living in her car for that time. Looking back at the lady, Micah tried to recover, giving the lady a grin as she signed the docket.
'That's the cheapest in the whole town! And it is so nice here…'

The nervous look on the lady slipped back into a smile.
'Yes, but it is a bit of a shame you came here at this time.'
Castiel was picking up the bags as Micah got the key, paying attention to the lady. Her grin faded and she sighed, shrugging her shoulders.
'It just seems that with this time of the season people are not paying attention to the water rules. Six deaths in a single week!'
She busied herself and Micah was about to question her more when an old lady wheeled out of the bar section, a scrawny fist shaking at the receptionist.

'They are not normal drownings! I tell you something in the water-'
'Don't listen to that old bat.' The lady huffed, pushing back off the counter as she stepped out the wheel the lady around back into the room.
'Been in the town for too long. Come on, how about we get you your afternoon whiskey?'

The door shut behind them with a thud and Castiel turned to her, eyebrow high.
Micah just looked at the heavy brown door, wishing she could go through and ask the old woman what she meant.
'If it's one thing I know dam well Cass, it's that old people are not crazy.'

The first thing Micah noticed as they opened the door was the large window on the opposite wall. Cream curtains were pulled back and the cove lay beyond, dark blue as the black clouds rolled in. Castiel shut the door behind them as Micah put her bag on the chair, leaning on the windowsill to look out.

'Check this out! By far this is the nicest place I have ever stayed in. Most expensive…' she mumbled under her breath though.
Turning back around, Micah took in the room; large bathroom, table and chairs, comfy looking lounge, large bed and soft green walls.

'Damit.' Micah groaned at the double bed, Castiel giving her a nervous look.
'I don't mind sharing,' he said, sliding his backpack onto the floor but Micah shook her head.
'No, I'll take the lounge.' Castiel went to argue but Micah held up her hand, silencing him. 'Dude, I can't share a bed, I hog the whole thing. I'll take the lounge.'

Getting comfortable on the lounge, Micah pulled out her laptop, grateful the place included internet.
'I'm going to have a shower.'
Micah nodded, busy looking up about the area the deaths. She had been expecting something on land with all the history of war in this town but there was nothing that stood out like these drownings. There had been others before this week, all men and all of different race, sex and whether they were local or not.
Could be a war spirit, drowned and just lashing out for some reason?

A picture popped up of a young boy; his face grinning in all it innocent youth only to be covered by faces of all the others.
Looking at the time, she quickly grabbed out her uniform, knowing there was still time to get down to the morgue.
A long mirror was on the key table beside the door and Micah tied up her hair neatly, not bothering about makeup and slid on her neat black pants and white shirt.

Knocking on the bathroom door, 'I'm going to the hospital to check out the bodies. Don't go too far.'
Once she had her reply Micah scooped up her jacket and hoped into her heels as she walked to the door, wishing she didn't have to see the bodies.

'Agent Tyler, meet Mr Johnson, Perry, York, Kruger…' the doctor paused at the last two bodies, substantially smaller than the previous, 'and Tom Clark and Martin Adams.'

With her arms folded behind her back, Micah couldn't help but look sadly on at both the young boys, neither older than ten. Looking up at the doctor, who walked back towards her she cleared her throat.
'What can you tell me doc?'

His old eyes looked up at her and frowned, Micah holding her gaze as he turned back.
'In my report, and the newspapers, all these men died by drowning.' Micah nodded, inspecting a body as the doctor folded his arms.
'This is a very minor case for the FBI to be investigating.'
Micah nodded, standing back up straight before moving onto the next body, lifting the white sheet further down his chest.

'Yes, it is, but can't argue with the bosses.' She smirked when the doctor scoffed. It had been his day off but when Micah arrived, showing them her badge he had been called in. It did not get this relationship off to a good start.
'Before I go, I have one, two inquiries.' The doctor sighed heavily, waiting for Micah to stop moving. Eventually she did, eyes locked on the young boys.
They were so small, so young. Who or even what could do this to them?

'You're not suspicious with all these deaths suddenly?'
'Peak tourist season and abundant water? No. It isn't the first streak of drownings we have had.'

Kneeling down in the cold ground, Micah studied their pale skin, fingertips tracing over small white marks.
'And what are these? They look like bite marks…'
'That's because they are.' The man grumbled, folding his arms and Micah took one last look before she stood, frowning at the man for his attitude.
'Do we know what caused them?'
'We live on the coast with an active marine life. Any number of animals could have tried to figure what it was floating in the water for so long.

Folding her own arms, Micah waited for him to expand, using her best FBI poker face.
'My guess would be a seal.'
'A seal? I thought they were mainly in California.'
The doctor gave Micah an exasperated look at which she couldn't really hide her surprise.
'We have the ocean on our door step, agent. Now if you can excuse me; I have work to do.' He gestured to the bodies and Micah nodded, thanking him for his time. As she walked from the morgue, she looked back as he covered the bodies of the children.

They were so young, they didn't even know what life was.

As Micah made her way up and outside, she could smell the rain as it poured down outside. She made a dash for her car, untying her hair as she closed her eyes, listening to the rain as it pounded on her car. It was always soothing to her and as she drove it calmed, enough to allow some sun across the ocean. This place was so hidden from the world but this place held some sort of magic to it.
Locking the car behind her, Micah casually made her way down through the hotels garden until she reached the sand of the beach.

It was damp but as Micah sat down, breathing in deep the oceans scent she couldn't care less.
She remembered a day long ago that was just like this.

Thunder crashed above her but she didn't even jump, there was no need to be frightened.

'Why are you scared of the thunder Micah?'

Wiping her eyes, Micah buried her bare feet under the sand, her hand fiddling with a locket. It never left her and as she ran the pad of her finger around it and over the patterned twist engraved on it, she felt her chest become tight.

'It sounds mad, like I did something wrong and God is angry.'
The man laughed, scooping her up in his arms and gently pushed her hair from her face.
'You have done nothing wrong Micah, and you never will.'
'How do you know that dad?'

The smile she received was interrupted by a sudden drop of rain and Micah looked up at the sky. The dark clouds were so low, lighting splitting the sky as rain it suddenly poured down. Micah's mother was beside them quickly, warm hands holding Micah tightly between them both.
'It's raining!' Micah whimpered, wanting to get out of the rain but her parents just laughed.
'But why little one? It is only water.'

There was another clap of thunder and Micah cowered into her father's chest, warm and safe.
'You must not be scared Micah, ever.' His hand gripped her small chin, wiping away the rain and tears. 'You will always have us, and God will not be mad at you.'
'As long as you eat your vegetables.' Her mother chipped in and with a laugh, Micah held her head back, rain pouring down and the ocean scent filling her nose.

'You are never alone, Micah.'

Lightning cracked the sky and as the waves rolled up on the shore, movement in the corner of her eye made her jump reflectively.
Castiel was making his way over to her slowly, taking a seat beside her. His dark brown jacket was zipped up to shield him from the wind, but Micah couldn't feel anything. She didn't want Castiel to be here, but as he gently put his hand on her knee, Micah began to feel that she needed him there.

'What are you doing out here? It's going to pour.'
Sniffing, Micah tried to clear her eyes, hoping that Castiel would think it only rain. Not looking at him, she looked at the locket around her neck, opening it to look at the images inside. They were dark, barely visible but Micah knew who the people were. She wasn't the best photographer but she could see the smile in her parents faces.
It was different to what she saw little under a week later.

'They were just kids Cass.'
He gave a very sad smile, holding his arm over Micah as she leant into him.
Warm and safe.

Tenderly he rubbed her arm and Micah felt the rain get heavier, the thunder and waves louder.
'Don't worry too much about it Micah. Everything has a time and place, whether it is a hundred years or only ten.'
He leant his head on hers lightly, Micah feeling strange that she was being comforted by Castiel. He wasn't meant to see her like this, she was meant to be the one helping him remember, not comforting Micah as she remembered things that was ancient history.

The rain became heavy and Castiel encouraged Micah to her feet. She smiled as Castiel grinned up at the sky; just like she had when she discovered the true beauty of a black storm.
He looked back down at her and Micah was lost; even in the dark his eyes were blue.

Taking off his jacket, Castiel held it over Micah but eventually she took his hand, running to some shelter. Micah stumbled as she darted back to get her shoes, Castiel tripped and with a laugh he caught up to her, holding his jacket over them both. The tree wasn't doing much to stop the cold water and Micah huddled closer to Castiel, fingers gripping his blue shirt as she shivered.

'We don't know when we are to die. Some are taken too early, others are saved at the last minute.' He looked down at Micah, who looked up. Hair was messy and she was sure her eyes were puffy from being sad but the way he was watching her, the way he was focused only on her…
'That's why we have to make the most of everything now,'
Micah didn't know what was happening, they were so close; each breath she had was of ocean, rain and Castiel.

No, there was nothing here. As he just said, he was dying and Micah helped him. That was all he was feeling, all that she was feeling.

Taking a step back, Micah watched as the lighting lit the contours of his face, hair dark from the rain as it stuck to his forehead.
'Come on Cass, knowing you you'll catch a cold on me.'
Castiel still had a smile, no flinching as the thunder made even the ground tremble or the waves roared in their frightening dance.

Tucking the locket back under her shirt, Micah held out a hand for Castiel to take, ready to sprint back to the hotel. With a firm grip, Castiel took her hand and ran beside her.
She wasn't alone. Somewhere her parents were dancing on a beach again and the grip this man had on her hand, it was like nothing she could remember. In that simple gesture, it reminded her, made her feel that she was no longer alone.
It didn't matter if tomorrow she was killed by a ghost or even died in her sleep.
Right now, she was still here.

Sorry if it worse than the rest. And forgive me if seals are not in Maine or if they dont bite people, but in my world there is and they do. This keyboard makes me their god :D
Thanks for reading anyway .

Silver-Kirin
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