Yes it is a bit late but I was in hospital. So not sure how much sense this chapter is going to make, i'm still a bit drugged up haha
Promise they will be better.

I do not own supernatural.

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Honesty can keep you safe but if you cannot be trusted, you trap yourself.
Proverbs 11:6
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It had been a rough night on the couch, only made easier by the sound of the ocean and rain. It continued even until Micah rolled over, almost falling off. Remaining where she was, she glanced at her phone, checking the time and cancelling the alarm for six in the morning. Not far away she could hear Castiel, mumbling softly in his sleep. She couldn't make out all the words, but she could tell that they were just memories replaying over and over behind his eyelids.
At least it wasn't frightened cries like earlier.

It had terrified Micah, jolting awake to find Castiel tangled the sheet, defending himself from an unseen attacker. There was little Micah could do beside hold his arms down, reminding him that she was there and he was safe. After a short time he relaxed, almost exhausted and Micah could feel her own pounding heart.
But was he safe?

Micah had found him, beaten and probably dumped in the river to die. What if there were people looking for him, and not to help him? What if they wanted to finish what they started?
She had chuckled to herself; that was crazy. Too many late night crime movies, but in a job like this, absolutely anything was possible. All she knew was that both of them had been in the right place at the right time and he was now in her care. She would not relinquish him to anyone until he was fully restored.

Slapping a hand to her forehead, Micah laughed at herself. Again she was talking to him like he was a lost animal.
Pushing the pillow up to prop her up comfortably, Micah glanced back through the darkness to see Castiel but he was still, curled up in a deep sleep. It was too early to wake him, he needed his sleep and Micah could feel no hunger as she pulled her laptop onto her lap. A little extra research never did anyone any harm.

In three hours, the rain had eased away to nothing and a headache had crept up on Micah.
With a frustrated groan, she rubbed her temples, slamming the lid of her laptop shut.

Rolling her stiff neck, Micah read over her notes.
No major omens, no extremely out of the ordinary deaths, there was nothing.
Tossing the notebook onto the floor, Micah leant back in the lounge, eyes catching the stream of sunlight coming through the window.

The blinds opened suddenly, and Micah instinctively flexed to reach her gun. The dark silhouette standing there was still, moving around to face Micah. Feeling her eyes adjust to the bright light, Micah smiled and brought her arm back to rest over her stomach. Stretching out on the lounge, she grinned as Castiel opened the door, allowing a rush of cool air into the room.

'How'd you sleep?' she asked, tossing the blanket over the lounge as she sat up properly, running her fingers through slightly knotted hair. Castiel yawned loudly, stretching and Micah couldn't help but follow down the grey shirt, eyes stopping on the pale skin of his hip. As the shirt lowered back down, Micah tore her eyes away, straightening her own singlet and sweat pants.
'Bit rough; I hope you slept alright on the lounge.'
With a forced laugh Micah got to her feet, pausing as she took in Castiel. His eyes were bright today, reflecting the sunrise and dark clouds outside before they were reflecting her.

'I've slept in much worst, trust me.'
It was six thirty now and taring away from Castiel she opened up the hotel information folder, seeing that breakfast was in an hour.
'So what's on today's schedule? '

Ruffling through her bag, Micah pulled out a new clean suit, heading for the bathroom.
'Well, first things first, I want breakfast and then we go to the family of the first drowning.'

'Good morning, my name is Stephanie Tyler and this is my partner Ben Scott.'
Micah pulled the badge off her belt, holding it up to the door as the young man inspected them, Castiel showing it briefly before tucking it back into his jacket.

It was as if he had done this before.
'Are we able to speak with Mr and Mrs Barrington?'
The young man eyed them cautiously before he opened the door, allowing them to step in. Thanking him, Micah quickly took him all in; teenager, possibly nineteen. He was wearing cream cargo pants and a dark blue shirt; tour guide.

'I'm sorry are you heading off somewhere?'
'Yeah, work.' Like that he shoved past them, the door slamming shut.
Castiel turned around, frowning as he slid his hands into his pockets. Shrugging, Micah quickly took in the expensive house, vases of fresh flowers giving the room a sweat smell.

'I'm sorry about my son…' a man quickly stepped into the lobby, holding out his hand for them to shake. Micah stepped forward, gripping his hand firmly. His dark hair was streaked around his ears with silver and skin weathered by years of sun and water.
'Jim hasn't, he hasn't been the same since the accident.'

'I'm agent Scott, this is my partner agent Tyler.' Castiel gestured for Mr Barrington to return to where he had been and he gladly returned to the patio outside. 'We would just like to ask a few questions regarding your son Luke.'
Gerard Barrington's shoulders dropped and his eyes averted away to the woman sitting outside. She was overlooking the ocean which stretched before them.
Micah was taken aback by the wealth of the family, she wished she had something like this, then again, what would she do all day, and she could bet that these people had not seen and bee everywhere she has been.
Not like it was a lot.

As Castiel followed the man out onto the deck, Micah took the few seconds to browse a few framed pictures on the hall table. They seemed happy, two parents and three children. All were smiling but Micah could see straight through it.
She had seen enough fractured families in her time to know.

'I'm afraid agents that we cannot tell you anything different to what we have told the police.'
Micah joined them outside, nodding weakly as she pushed some hair from her eyes.
'We understand that, sir. It's just regulation that we talk to you in person.'
Gerard nodded, agreeing as he took a seat, gently taking his wife's hand. She didn't look at them, and Micah raised an eyebrow to Castiel.

'So what did you need to know?'
'Your son, Luke,' Castiel said gently, taking a seat. Micah just watched him as the wind picked up slightly, carrying the sand and ocean, 'can you tell us about that morning he disappeared?'

'He is in a better place now.'
All attention was given to Mrs Barrington, her dark brown hair flowing over her shoulders. She was stunning, but her eyes were not as sad as her husbands. Gerard gripped her hand tighter and she stood, snatching her hand away. He looked hurt but she did nothing except give them a polite nod, straightening her white dress and walking away.

'Victoria... likes to see the positive side of things.'
Both men were watching her as she moved up the stairs quickly, Micah seeing her hug a younger woman, her daughter.

'Excuse me, could I use the rest room?' Micah butted in as Castiel began to speak. Lifting his hand, Gerard pointed into the house.
'Second door along the hall.'
Thanking him, Micah gave Castiel a brief, nervous glance. She trusted he could handle the questioning himself, but she didn't know if she trusted herself in leaving him alone.

Once in the house, Micah pulled out her EMF from her jacket, turning the gadget on and scanning along the hall.
Nothing, it didn't even make a noise.
Glancing up the stairs, Micah made sure that no one would hear her and made her way up the stairs. All along the walls there were pictures; graduations and birthdays, it was making Micah uneasy. They were trying to make everything seem fine on the outside; the perfect happy family.
As if.

Reaching Luke's bedroom, Micah stepped in. No bad feelings, no smell of sulphur, no EMF…
This was strange.
Her suspicions had been a ghost, maybe it just wasn't linked to this family?

'Who are you?'
Spinning around sharply, Micah hid the EMF behind her as she gave a warm smile to a young woman. Rich brown hair was pulled back from her pale face and Micah tucked some of her blonde hair behind her ear. The girl crossed her arms, waiting for an explanation.
'I'm Agent Tyler, I was just inspecting your brothers room…'

'I can see that.' She snapped, stepping aside for Micah to exit the room.
'I'm sorry for your loss. Your brother seemed to be the bubbly type.' Micah looked into the room again as did the woman, posters of surfing and the ocean covering the walls and figurines of animals across desk tops.
'He was. But he is happier now.'

Micah frowned at the girl, holding out her hand to introduce herself.
'I'm Nicole.'
'Stephanie.'
She smiled now, uncomfortable in Micah's presence.
'Why are you questioning Gerard? I thought Luke drowned…'
Micah began to walk back down the stairs, straightening her jacket.
'Well the cause of death has not been determined because we haven't found a body yet.' Micah turned around once at the base of the stairs, Nicole not looking at her in the eye as she took a deep breath.
'Do you know anything that could help us?'

Nicole's sharp eyes snapped to her and she pulled her hair over her shoulder.
'All I can tell you is that he was lucky to get out of here.'
Micah was going to question when Gerard and Castiel entered the room, Castiel moving to stand close to Micah as they looked up at Nicole. She frowned, her arms tightening as she looked away but Micah could see the young girl glance down at Castiel.

'I see you have met my daughter, Nicole.'
'I have not met your partner, agent.' She said to Micah, who could feel some sort of anger bubble in her chest.
'This is my partner Agent Scott. Thank you all for you time.'
Turning, she began to make her way to the door, having to clear her throat to get Castiel to tare his eyes from Nicole and follow her.

The door shut and Micah sighed heavily as she made her way to the car. Spinning her keys around her fingers, Micah couldn't help but chuckle as Castiel loosened his tie, taking off his jacket as the sun beat down between the clouds.
'What?'
'Jail bait. You weren't seriously-'
Castiel cleared his throat now and got into the passenger's seat, Micah rolling her eyes and following.
'No, I was not Micah. I was just thinking, one day I would like to have a wife and kids, a nice house. I don't think I ever had that.'

Sadly Micah looked across to the man next to her, he was so lost in thought that Micah had to nudge him as she pulled back out onto the road.
'I'm sorry. If you want to stare at pretty girls go ahead.'
Castiel smirked, locking his eyes on her.
'Jealous?'

Scoffing, Micah focused on the road, trees lining the streets and with a colour that looked almost like they were on fire.
Micah was sure her cheeks were on fire.
'Course not,' she rolled her head to give Castiel a cheeky grin, 'nothing to be jealous of.'
Castiel didn't seemed offended, he just looked down at his not book and Micah looked away, turning on her music.

Was she jealous?
No, she couldn't be.
She wasn't.
Could be.
Was.

It was as they were walking back into the hotel, discussing what Micah had found; nothing, and the basic stuff that Castiel had got out of the man.
Micah was not watching where she was walking and hit something hard, instinctively ready to fight but when she looked down and saw a mop of grey hair, she paused.

'You, you're the police detective?'
Sharing a nervous glance with Castiel, she squatted to be eye level with the old lady, who watched them both with an incredibly sharp eye.
'No ma'am, FBI agents.' Micah pulled out her badge, showing it to her but she waved it away.
'Whatever you are, I want to speak with you.'

Raising an eyebrow, Micah shuffled on her feet.
'About what?'
'Not out here. In there.' She pointed a bony finger towards the bar and Micah smiled. This was her type of grandmother.
Standing up, Micah went to push the wheel chair but again she waved her hand, gesturing for Castiel to push.
'Make the man do some work, dear. It was once impolite in my day to see…'
She continued to babble on about one of her experiences, Micah holding the door open and sharing a quiet laugh with Castiel.

Once in the bar, Micah gestured to a table in the far corner, the window large and sharing some of the late mornings light. The bar tender greeted them, the lady ordering for a shot of whiskey and judging by the way the bar tender rolled his eyes, it was not something unusual.
'Two coffees, one black the other white.'

Taking a seat, Micah gave her attention to the old woman.
'To start off with, I am agent Tyler and this is my partner-'
'Dear, I would like to speak with you using your Christian name.'
Micah smiled, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. 'Stephanie, and this is my partner Ben. Now what did you need to tell us?'

Drinks were placed in front of them and Micah took a sip of her coffee, watching as the old lady drank her shot in one go. With a sigh she put the glass on the table with a slap, eyes closed as she thought.

'Please to meet you both, I'm Majorette Thomas. Call me Maggie. Now I know you are here to inspect those murders…'
'Ma'am, they were not murders. They were accidents.' Castiel spoke, only to receive a very dangerous glare.
'Interrupting when a woman is speaking was also not a common act when I was younger.'
Sinking back in his chair, Castiel was not sure what to do and Micah grinned, stepping in to save him.

'What makes you think they were murders, Maggie?'
Old eyes looked from Castiel to Micah and she wondered how much those eye had seen.
'Because there is something in the water.'
She began to look frightened, eyes wondering off to the shore not far away beyond the window.
'There is something evil in those waters, old and angry.'

Micah leant forward, listening intently. Old people always knew things that others didn't, they could see and hear much more than what people gave the credit for.
'What is in the water?'
'I have never seen it, nor heard it but I know that it is there, it is alive and it will not stop until it is satisfied.' She snapped her eyes back to Micah, frowning as she shakily twisted her hands.
'It took my husband, four years ago. He was not the first and obviously not the last. We need something more than police or FBI to save these people, whatever it is, it is not human.'

Castiel and Micah shared a glance.
They were more than police or FBI.

'Well, Mrs Thomas.' Micah stood, leaving her coffee on the table and Maggie looked up at them both, eyes suddenly wide and hurt.
'You think I'm old and nutty, just like everyone else, don't you?'
Micah gently patted the ladies thin shoulder, who was gazing out at the ocean, possibly thinking of her husband. Micah hated having to do this, but she couldn't let their cover slip this early.
'These deaths are simply accidents. If you think of anything else, please let us know.' Castiel said, giving her a weak smile.

'Perhaps you should cut down on the morning liquor shots.'
Stepping around the wheel chair, Micah bowed her head slightly to the bar tender as they left, Micah not stopping as she moved up the stairs, Castiel stepping two at a time to catch up to her.

'You alright?'
Micah pulled out her key, shoving it into the door and walking in, tossing off her jacket and kicking off her shoes.
'Fine.'
Hands on her hips, she was thinking of what the grandmother said and she spun around, ready to pick up her jacket again. Castiel held up his hands, shutting the door firmly behind him and moved towards Micah.
'Slow down. I'm hungry and we can go over what we found.'
'I found nothing, Cass. I would have already spoken with others and left. If it wasn't for the grandmother and the fact that that man was lying to us…'

Castiel sat on the couch, patting the spot next to him and Micah flung herself into the spot beside him, resting her head back and untying her hair.
They were looking at nothing, sitting in silence and Micah couldn't help but think of Castiel. For three weeks now they had been each other's company and Micah had found very little out about him.
His favourite colour was green, he preferred classical music and he was a religious man.

More than once she had seen him praying, asking the father why this had happened to him. And now today, she found out he preferred young brunet women. Not that she cared, they had nothing in common besides the fact that they both were hunters. Her favourite colours were red, silver and blue, her favourite music anything that had a good beat and she was not religious.

So why did she feel like she was caring more than she should?
No, as she looked at Castiel who was looking into the well-stocked mini fridge, asking if she wanted a sandwich, Micah would just keep having to lie to herself that she didn't feel anything for Castiel. He would leave sooner or later, return to his old life if it didn't catch up to him first.
She would be alone again.
Not that it bothered her, she would go on telling herself she was never truly alone and had feelings for no one…
She would only be lying to herself.

Forgive me for being late with the updates and crappy quality but I shall resume things as normal. If anyone has any requests for a chapter or an idea they would like to see for Castiel or even my Micah, let me know. I am really more than happy to give you guys what you want to read.

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