I do not own supernatural, only Micah.

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In everything give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
Thessalonians 5:18
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Castiel never knew how to act around Micah.
One day she will just want him to speak, about anything he could remember or even how he felt but then the next she would want silence, to be left alone.

Right now he could understand.
She was sitting at the table, hair twisted around her fingers as she read over some documents on the laptop. He had known her for only a few weeks, but already he knew what that meant. He found it amazing that she could become so immersed in her research; forget completely about the world around her. But there still was something she reserved to mind her surroundings, the gun only a finger flex away.

This wasn't even a job, she wasn't paid or hired to do this. Micah just did it.
Although Castiel did not fully understand how she got the money to travel and live, he couldn't find himself to care as much as he thought he should. Fake names and jobs… it was all complicated and could get her in some serious trouble, but yet she continued to do so, continued to help other people that would never know the truth about who or what she is. Castiel could only hope that whoever he was, he had been a good man.

There was a sharp moan and Castiel sat up on the lounge, looking over to Micah who was stretching her back. Once she relaxed back into the kitchen chair, Micah tugged on her hair again briefly before shutting her laptop lid.
'Have you got anything?'
Castiel looked at the books strewed across the coffee table and floor, all on the history of Castine, Maine.

'Not much. There was a war in eighteen twelve, still some historical remains but there is nothing standing out about drownings.'
Castiel gave his attention back to Micah who sighed heavily with a frown. It marred her face and Castiel wished she didn't do that, he liked her smile better.
'Why are we looking at war records?'
Running a hand through her hair, Micah leant her elbows on the table as she watched Castiel.

'Because, all of these drownings, when a spirit is disturbed or even just is, they kill people the same way they died. Normally they have a type, those that caused their death or bad people or whatever. But all these killings started about eleven years ago.'
She dragged a hand down her face, closing her eyes as she thought.
'This one just seems to be going after men, I can't find any connection between them. One is a ten year old kid the other is an English post office man tourist.'

'What if it isn't a spirit?'
Micah opened her eyes again, fixed on Castiel and he could see her thoughts racing through her memory, her knowledge.
'What else could it be…?'

She was silent for a while again, Castiel closing the books and stacking them neatly. Micah stood, gathering her rubbish from lunch and shoved it in the bin. Castiel followed her, wondering what she was planning on doing.
'Grab your jacket if you want to come,' she smiled, slipping on her shoes and patting down her black dress pants as Castiel straightened his tie and made sure his badge was tucked safely into his jacket, 'let's go find out what lives in the water.'

The small dock creaked as Micah and Castiel walked to the old tourist information building. It was propped up out of the cold water by only a few thick logs, most of it corroded away by the sea water.

Nervously, Castiel followed Micah over the threshold and into the shabby hut. Out of the cold winds, Castiel shook his hair free from some water, glancing around the dusty book shelves and tourist items. Micah went straight to the counter, opening her badge to the large man behind the desk. He took the badge from her hand, studying it but Castiel was looking out of the grubby window, the water beneath and around them moving calmly.

Tearing his eyes from the view, he concentrated on Micah as she questioned the man, holding up images of those who had died, asking if they had been here.
'Yeah, I recognise these two. Here last week they were, shame what happened to them. Best to see Jimmy about that one.'

'You'll rest forever in the fields of the Lord. Rest now Jimmy.'
Castiel was kneeling on the ground, small fine hand gripping the dying mans hair in front of him. His hair. Eyes scanned him, pausing over the bullet wound in his abdomen. He was dying, he couldn't save him.
'Claire?'
'She's with me now. She's chosen.' The man, Jimmy groaned, blood filling his mouth and staining his pale skin as it spilled over. The pain in his eyes was real, physical and yet, Castiel could sense the pain in Jimmy's heart. His daughter was special to him, but Castiel had a duty to uphold.
'It is in her blood as it is in yours.'
'Please Castiel, you need to take me.' He cried, slouching further down the wall. Castiel could sense his life fading rapidly, and for a moment, Castiel was going to say no.
'Take me, please.'
'I want to make sure you understand…you won't die, or age. This last year's been painful for you? Picture hundreds, thousand more like it.'
A hand gripped his arm, bloody and weak but Jimmy moved, squeezing tightly as his eyes glared up at him.
'Doesn't matter. Just take me!'
He gasped, slipping slightly as his grip slackened. Castiel could almost feel panic; he had to make a choice. It would be unwise to take Jimmy as a vessel again, but his daughter was not as strong as Jimmy was. Plus, he didn't think he could live with the fact that he ignored a dying man's last wish.
'As you wish.'

'Cass?'
The voice was soft, almost a whisper and Castiel snapped out of it, blinking as a bright light filled his vision. Realising he was still standing by the window, Castiel cleared his throat, trying to straighten his thoughts but still seem normal when all he wanted to do was buckle over, gasp for breath as a sick feeling swam in his stomach, right throughout his body.
'Hey whoa, what's wrong?' Micah gasped, holding his shoulders as he swayed.

Closing his eyes, he tried to block out what he had just seen, try to hide from the gold light but it was everywhere.
Calming himself, Castiel stood straight, fixing steady eyes on Micah as he gave a weak smile.
'I'm fine, just, remembered something.'
Micah understood but the large man by the desk rolled his eyes, tuning his radio onto some station as he pretended they weren't there.

Micah released his shoulders, nodding faintly before she led him back out onto the deck. Castiel breathed in deep, reminding himself that whatever it was that just happened, it was in the past. He wasn't bleeding to death, and whoever Jimmy was… he wasn't here now. Castiel just had to be grateful that he had Micah standing beside him.

'What was that?'
Castiel looked down at Micah. It was only now that he realised she was quiet tall, almost reaching his height. Shaking his head quickly, Castiel reassured her that he was fine, it was just an old memory of a day he had been fishing. Micah gave him a look, not believing him but didn't push the matter, that Castiel was thankful for.

'Any way, they guy in there said to question Jim, the Barrington's eldest son. He works here most days, tour guide. Takes people along the coast for an hour.'
Just as she said that, a boat pulled up on the dock, rocking on the waves as it was tied to the dock. A few people jumped off, laughing and chatting about their trip. Looking up at the sky, it was growing darker again and Castiel shivered as wind began to howl around them.

'Mr Barrington.'
Micah moved to the edge of the dock, holding her badge up for the young man to see it. He was securing the large rope, frowning as he realised who they were.
'Right, the agents from this morning. What do you want?'
Castiel was going to move and stand beside Micah when he heard soft footfalls. Curiously he turned around, surprised to see Nicole.

Wrapped in a dark blue shawl, she smiled when she saw him and moved down onto the dock. She seemed nervous as she looked at the water but when she stood in front of Castiel, it washed away and she smiled at him.
'Agent Scott, nice to see you again.'
'And you, Miss Barrington.'
She chuckled and Castiel almost felt captivated by her smile. Soft brown hair whipped around her face before she delicately hooked it around an ear, brown eyes bright as she leant casually on the railing.
'Nicole, please.'
Castiel nodded, organising his thoughts to actually question her rather than stare.

'What brings you down here?'
She looked over his shoulder to where Jim and Micah stood, 'picking him up. I could do with the walk.'
They remained in silence for a short while, Nicole gazing out over the water as Castiel found himself trying to commit her to memory. Wait, why was he doing that?
'I am sorry about your brother.'
Nicole was upset by that but she smiled ever so slightly, looking back down at the water as it lapped at the pillars.
'The sea gives and the sea takes.'

Nicole shrieked suddenly, stumbling back from the rail and Castiel wrapped an arm around her shoulder to steady her. She trembled, fingers hooking into his shirt as he leant over to see what the noise was.

Water was splashing violently and he almost laughed when the seal paused, floating in the water. Large brown eyes were watching him carefully and Castiel was watching the creature with as much caution. Turning back to Nicole, he rested a hand on her shoulder as she panted, the creature obviously surprising her before he was pulled back.

'What the hell do you think you're doing with Nicole?'
Jim was glaring at him, and Castiel raised an eyebrow, confused.
A fist was ready to strike him, Castiel ready to return it but blonde hair was suddenly in front of him.
'Knock it off, Mr Barrington.'
Micah took a step forward to get some distance between the two men. Jim shoved Micah forcefully and Castiel was ready for Micah to lose her temper and strike back but instead she put her hand behind her, fingers hooking around her gun.
'Good day, Mr Barrington.' She hissed and Jim scoffed, snatching his sisters wrist and marched from the dock.

Nicole didn't resist, but she did not break her gaze from Castiel until she was well out of sight.
'What happened?' Micah rounded on Castiel now but he knew the anger in her voice was not to him.
Looking back down into the dark water, the seal was gone but the heavy clouds were rolling back in, carrying with it a promise of another storm. The water became vicious, and Castiel shivered, watching as Micah tilted her head slightly, looking beyond the edge of the dock.

She was stunning as she remained still, locked in concentration and blonde hair trailing behind her in the wind but the horror in her eyes became too real as she ripped off her jacket.

'Help me!'

Castiel snapped his head in the direction of the faint plea for help, running with Micah to the edge of the jetty. It was hard to see anything in the dark water, but they could hear the man.
Spotting a white shirt, Castiel pointed, Micah kicking off her shoes.
At first Castiel thought she was running back to get help from the man inside, but she stopped, facing Castiel again as she sprinted.

'Micah!'
Leaping, she arched in the air before she sliced into the choppy water.
Panic engulfed Castiel's entire being, dropping her jacket before he fell to his own knees, eyes scanning every inch of the surface. Getting to his feet, he ran back to the large man in the hut, shouting at him to phone an ambulance; which he did, much out of shock.

Castiel thought about getting the boat out there to help but he had no idea how to drive a car let alone a boat. So he was left waiting on the dock praying that at least Micah would be alright.
Just as the dread began to set in, something broke the surface not far away and Castiel was relieved to see Micah, holding a man to her chest as she struggled to stay afloat. A few time she vanished again under the surface but Castiel tossed a long rope, heaving her in.

Once the man was pulled onto the jetty, Castiel heaved Micah out of the water, wanting her to lie down and catch her breath but she pushed his hands away. Leaning over the middle aged man, she pressed down on his chest, breathing into his mouth as she told him over and over to breathe.
Footsteps thundered down the jetty, and Castiel stood out of the way, pulling Micah with him as the ambulance men and woman began to do their thing.

Micah was shivering badly in his arms and Castiel held her tighter, rubbing his hands up and down her thin arms. Micah didn't say anything, just watched as the man was strapped onto a board and hurried away. A few men came up to Micah, offering her a blanket but she shoved it away, saying she was fine.

'Seriously, I'm fine Cass.' She mumbled, thanking him as he draped her jacket over her. Her eyes were bright with adrenalin, shivering as the wind continued to bellow around them. It didn't move her hair, it was a tangled wet mess down her back and across her eyes but Castiel had never seen her more beautiful.

He didn't know what to say or do, simply walked beside her as she made her way back along the jetty. Castiel was amazed by Micah, so selfless in everything she did. She risked her own life to help the man, to help Castiel and all the people before them. Did she expect anything in return?
No, she didn't even have a head full of pride with what she was doing, hell she was asking if he was alright.

Again Castiel thanked whoever was listening that it was Micah who had found him and as she watched her as they drove back to the hotel, he realised that his admiration for Micah may be becoming something so much deeper, he just didn't know what.

Blah, so much going on in my head for ideas but then i have nothing at the same time. Any way, not sure when the next chapter will be up, promise it wont be long.

Thanks for reading!

Silver-Kirin
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