Well I hope everyone has had or is having a merry christmas! I'm not christmassy myself but this years isnt bad. I did try to have more than one chapter up as a present for you all but I got caught up trying to catch the chicken for dinner haha

I do not own supernatural

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Wrath is cruel, and anger is outrageous; but who is able to stand before envy?
Proverbs 27:4
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If only looks could kill.
But then Micah guessed there would not be a lot of people left in the world, so maybe it was a good thing that they didn't. God only knew how many times over Micah would be dead.
She only wished she had some excuse to rip Castiel away from Nicole.

The way she stood so close to him with comfort, like she had known him for years, battering her eyes, fiddling with her dark chocolate hair to the point where Micah was ready to cut off her hair and poke her eyes out with own fingers. Did she not feel any sort of discomfort with the fact Micah was standing little less than five feet away?

And Cass… Micah saved her hardest glare for him. Of course she had no right to be angry at him; he was his own man, nothing to Micah at all. She didn't care who he talked to, who it was that ran their hand down his suit covered arm…
The urge to step between them was over powering and Micah was grateful that Mr Barrington came down the stairs.
Who was Micah kidding; she could feel the jealousy seething from her pores but jealous of what?

'Agent Tyler; how nice to see you again and your partner.'
There was a sharp edge to his words and Micah forced a grin, noticing how Nicole stepped away from Castiel with a glance from her father.
'Yes, we would like to speak with your son Jim.'
His angry sigh and quick movements to cross his arms across his chest showed Micah that he was being defensive… that he knew exactly what was going on.

'I'm afraid that isn't going to happen, he isn't here.' His eyes narrowed on Micah and she raised an eyebrow. Glancing at Nicole, Micah saw the way she dropped her eyes from them, even from Castiel, holding a hand to her forehead to keep herself hidden. These people were not very good and shielding their guilt.
'Any idea where he would be?' Castiel queried, stepping closer beside Micah.

Light glimmered from around his neck and Micah focused on the chain just beneath his collar. He was wearing the necklace she had given him the night before. It lifted some of her spirits, that she wasn't just some stranger giving him presents like a stranger giving candy to a kid. She couldn't pin point exactly why she had given it to him, it just really felt like the right thing to do.

'Hiding more than likely; you officers haven't given him, or us a rest since that man died.'
'He was murdered, sir and sedated with drugs that could be found in your cupboard.'
Mr Barrington spread his arms apart, 'go look for yourself if you must but I really want you people out of my house!'

Micah was ready to argue, to fight back but Castiel wrapped a hand around her wrist, gently tugging her back to the door.
'Thank you for your time, Mr Barrington… Nicole.'

Micah was busy trying to hide her snarl when she saw the wife at the top of the stairs. She was watching them carefully.
'Before we go,' Micah said, snatching her hand back from Castiel, who kept the door open, a cold breeze creeping through, 'have any of you heard of a selkie?'

Everyone in the house seemed to freeze and Micah saw how the air around them became thick and harder to breathe.
Oh yeah, they knew what they were hunting.
Mr Barrington shook his head, yelling about how stupid the question was but she didn't miss the look passed between Nicole and Victoria.
'What the hell has that got to do with anything?' he bellowed in anger and Micah raised her hands slowly, stepping out of the house.
'An old lady in town mentioned something about a selkie doing these killings… just asking in case it meant anything to you or your son…'

The anger in Mr Barrington's face was turning a violent red and Micah raised an eyebrow at his sudden hostility.
'You should not listen to the ramblings of an old alcoholic woman. They speak nonsense. Oh and please do not look for my son, he has done nothing wrong. We are all suffering at the moment; it would be nice if we could just get some peace.'
With that the door was slammed on Micah and Castiel, who was already walking casually back to the car.

'That was successful.' Castiel grumbled, leaning back in his seat and loosening his tie. Micah sat behind the wheel, eyes locked on the ocean as it thrived, rushing towards the shore before receding back.
'No that was rather good.' She turned and grinned at Castiel, pulling out onto the street. She didn't drive too far before she turned, parking under a tree. The large house was before them and Micah saw Castiel watch her carefully from the corner of her eyes.

'They know exactly where Jim is, and what is going on. Did you bring the book?'
Castiel frowned, looking at the house with Nicole obviously on his mind but then lifted the book, bits of paper and notes sticking out from his night of research.
'Right, tell me what you found.'

'A seal that can become human.'
Micah crossed her arms as she sunk in the seat, eyes still watching the house and a cold coffee between her legs. Castiel nodded, spreading the paper of the dash as he handed her some images.
His writing was scribble on all the pages but Micah smirked; hers was probably no better.

'Not the strangest you've hear I'm sure.'
Castiel gave a nervous smile before Micah looked down at the image; a woman stepping out of a seal skin.

'Legends have it that certain seals, selkies can shed their skin and become human on the shores of a full moon.'
'But what has that got to do with the killings?'
Micah thought back to the day she leapt into the freezing water to save the man. There were seals everywhere, biting and trying to pull him down.
'The seals,' she mumbled, trying to see how that would fit in, 'they were trying to drown that man I tried to save.'

Castiel frowned now, turning the pages to find a paragraph that he read out to her.
'In most lore, fishermen would find the skin of the selkie along the rocks and rock pools. Once they have this skin, the selkie; mainly beautiful women are powerless and often forced to marry and live among the humans. She cannot return to the sea without her skin.'

Micah shook her head, what was with people messing around with old magic and the supernatural?
'That still doesn't tell us why they are killing…' Micah ran a thumb over her lower lip, but snapped her hand down to her car as she saw someone walking from the house.
Nicole was moving quickly, hurrying down the path. Micah smirked again, Castiel gathering his books and paper as she followed her, keeping a safe distance.

Nicole turned, disappearing five minutes in down the side of a building. The coast was close, the roar of the ocean powerful as Micah stopped the car.
Castiel looked almost sad and Micah just shrugged her shoulders when he looked at her.
'I knew one of them had to know.'

She got out of the car, opening her trunk to see her organised boot. Guns were settled neatly in cases and she pushed her rosary out of the way as it dangled over her duffle bag. She didn't know what she needed if they needed to kill it and she looked to Castiel who was shrugging back on his jacket.
'What else do I need to know? What exactly are they?'
Castiel looked hesitant as Micah snapped a new round into her gun, handing one to him.

'Well there are numerous origins of the selkie, one is that it is a curse , another says they are the souls of people who had drowned, caught in a form of purgatory…'
Eyes glazed over and as Micah shut her boot, Castiel slumped against the car. His hands wrapped around his head and Micah quickly held his shoulders to keep him from sinking any further to the ground.
'Cass? Oi, nod if you can hear me.'

He didn't move and Micah felt that fear bloom again in her stomach but then his head moved slowly, nodding as his hand gripped Micah's tightly.
'I'm alright.'
Micah didn't believe him, but there wasn't a lot she could do for him.
'Maybe you should sit this one out…'
'No! No I want to help.'

Watching him wearily, Micah stepped back, her eyes not leaving him as he stood straight, checking his gun before tucking it behind him.
'Alright.' She looked down the path Nicole had gone, seeing ocean at the end. 'Don't get too close to the water, we don't need you drowning.'
Castiel gave her a nervous smile, walking beside her as they made their way down the path.

The bush to her left was close, she could hear animals moving around in it over the ocean but the sharp words and yelling up ahead got more of her attention. Pulling free her gun, Micah felt Castiel do the same. Ducking low, she moved skilfully; one foot gently in front of the other as a boat dock came into view. The shed was firmly on the shore but Micah could see the two figures arguing half way along the short jetty.

'Nicole…' Castiel pointed out and Micah felt some part of her sink. Leaning back against the wall, Micah frowned, looking up at Castiel.
'What else do we need to know about selkies? Who are they?'
Castiel knelt beside her, whispering but his eyes were not leaving the two people.
'They are normally here against their will, their captors hide their skin so they are unable to leave… um… men is unable to resist them and…' realisation washed over his face and Micah tore her glare over to Nicole.

As if to confirm it, Jim pulled Nicole to him even though she struggled; slapping him. He glared, and as Castiel and Micah got closer, he kissed her. Micah was still surprised even with the knowledge that they were not related in any way.
The moon was casually rising and Micah stood up, aim straight at Jim. He saw and pushed Nicole away, hitting the deck heavily. Castiel ran to her side, helping her up and walking her away as Jim moved to follow. Micah stepped before him quickly, clicking her gun ready as a warning. Jim raised his hands, eyes glaring at Micah.
'That is not going to intimidate me, Mr Barrington.'

'What the hell do you want?'
He relaxed back ever so slightly, nervous about the gun aimed at him.
'To know what you are doing, how you managed to kill that man and why you are kissing your sister?'
'She is not my-'
Micah raised an eyebrow, grinning ever so slightly as he rolled his eyes.
'My father remarried ten years ago. I'm his son and Nicole is Victoria's daughter.'

Behind her Micah could hear Castiel soothing Nicole as she sobbed about her wrist. Micah controlled her own eyes from rolling, snarling as Jim made to move around her again.
'So that makes It alright to kiss her?'
'When two people like each other, generally yeah.'
Micah turned her head, eyes not leaving Jim as she spoke over her shoulder.
'That true, Nicole?'

'No, please don't let him near me!'

Smirking, Jim dropped his arms, rolling his head to the side. Micah turned her full attention back to him but she was not ready for his attack.
He dived to the shed, scooping up a container of sand and tossing it at her. With a cry Micah couldn't see as Jim ran around her, snatching her gun from her hands. She dropped, trying to trip him but he ran past, firing a few times. There was a scream and Micah spun around, staggering to her feet as she her eyes watered.

'Cass?' she cried out, fear setting in as she rubbed her eyes, the sand scratching her eyes and making it worse. She only calmed when a firm hand took her shoulder.
'It's alright Micah, no one is hurt.'
It wasn't fully what she wanted to hear; she wanted to hear that Jim had been shot but of course we didn't always get what we want.

Taking a few minutes, Micah gradually opened her eyes, focusing on Castiel's face. She could feel her tears running down her cheeks but she waved Castiel away as she cleaned the sand from the corner of them. They still burnt, but at least she could see.
'Nicole…?'

Stepping aside, Castiel gestured to the ground where Nicole was sitting, quiet and eyes cast down.
'She is coming with us, she has some explaining to do.'

The sand sunk around Micah's foot, almost engulfing it as Nicole sat on the rock next to her, Castiel on the other side. All three were looking out over the ocean, Micah having cleaned her eyes out with a bottle of water.

'I've been stuck on land for roughly nine years.' Her voice was heavy and sad, eyes lingering on the ocean before she looked at Castiel. The whole time it felt as though Micah didn't exist, but she didn't care, she just needed to listen.
'I came ashore to find someone… ended up being caught myself.'
'Who were you looking for?'

She turned her head, almost glaring at Micah before smiling.
'My mother and brother.'
'They were selkies also?'
She nodded gently, and Castiel shuffled on his feet, eyes over looked the water as he thought.
'They are yes. We shouldn't be on land for this long, it will kill us sooner or later.'

'Why can you not go back?'
'We need are skins to be able to step foot in the water again. Jim hid mine, I have no idea where to start looking, not that I haven't.'
She held out her hand, trying to find Castiel's and he took it. Micah snatched her eyes away, trying to pretend that she wasn't there, like these two were seemingly trying to do.

'Do you have any idea where roughly? Is there a certain place it need to be kept?'
'I can feel it, it is close. Like in the house, but I have never been able to find it, otherwise I would not be here now.'

'You said you were here to look for your brother and mother…'
She nodded, brown hair trailing behind her as the wind picked up.
'My mother came ashore long ago, we like to dance on a full moon, it is healthy for the soul.' She grinned, closing her eyes as she remembered things, it was clear to Micah because she calmed, a soft smile on her lips. 'She never returned. My brother I didn't know I had until I was caught.'

'How did he catch you?'
Nicole frowned, as if it was the easiest answer in the world.
'All he had to do was find my skin and I am trapped.'
There was a brief silence again but Micah couldn't keep so calm any longer, not ask the questions that Castiel asked her not to while she was traumatised.

'Why are the seals killing men? Had they all done something?'
Nicole's features darkened in the moon light, tears lining her eyes as she shook her head.
'I tried to tell them not to, they shouldn't do what they do.'
'Which is what, Nicole?' Castiel asked softly.
'They are killing anyone who is in the water, or who Jim gives to them because they are angry. My father is so mad that my mother and I have not returned home. He will only continue until we are freed.'

Micah would have rolled her eyes; it was so simple. That explained why there was no connection, and how Jim was linked into all of this.
'What about your brother?'
A smile was on her face now, a victorious one.
'Luke escaped. He grew his skin and we told him to run.'

Micah frowned up at Nicole, still unsure if what she said actually sunk in.
'Your brother is Luke?'
'When a child is born to a selkie mother, when they reach a certain age they can either remain human or return to the sea.'
Castiel leant back, looking at Micah over the rock.
'The scars on his fingers, mid wives would cut away the web away as soon as they were born.'

Micah unfolded her arms, trying to get Nicole's attention but she was busy watching Castiel. Luckily, Castiel was not as entranced by her as the lore said he should be, it seemed that she was captured by him.
'You are not his mother… who is?'
Nicole actually looked at Micah and as she stared at the young woman's face, Micah could see why the selkie women were so captivating, and what she envied was the fact that Nicole had the freedom and Castiel the ability to allow his eyes to linger. The anger in her chest made Micah laugh but the flare of rage in Nicole's eyes was something entirely different.

'You know her as Victoria, and she is as much a prisoner as I am.'

Thanks for reading, catch you later!

Silver-Kirin
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