I do not own Supernatural.
Tiny bit of swearing and sexual references. Nothing that should make anyone uncomfortable.

..
Do not be deceived: God is not mocked, for whatever one sows; that will he also reap.
Galatians 6:7
.

The early morning light coming in through the curtains fell on his face effortlessly, as if it was where it longed to be. For a moment all Micah could do was look at him. Rugged with his light beard and messy short hair, Micah wondered where her taste in men had changed. But she didn't care, she hadn't met anyone like Castiel, someone who could calm her with just a smile, excite her with a simple touch and shatter her very soul with a few words.
'I love you.'

It was barely a whisper as he spoke it, collapsing on top of Micah as he tenderly kissed under her ear. Micah couldn't be sure if he meant it or if it was just the tongue loose from drowsiness. It had kept Micah up most of the night, unable to sleep as her thoughts consumed her. The last man that had said those words to her, the last man she had said them to did not live long enough to finish college.

What was it she was feeling?
Yes she could feel it flutter in her heart every time he said her name, every time those blue eyes seemed to see more than her face but she was terrified to let anything come from this. A life of a hunter was not one for love and comfort, surely Castiel knew that as well?

She chuckled slightly; this was probably just a one of thing. That was all she wanted it to be, but how long could she keep telling herself that?
This man would leave her, he would remember one day and want to return to the friends he had, the family he might have had. Micah was not so important that he would give up so much. It had barely even been over two months and she was already making this man's life that much harder. Regardless, she knew he was a good hunter, a good man; even though he didn't even know what orange juice tasted like or even his last name.

Castiel stirred in his sleep, a faint smile pulling at her frowned face.
It was a miracle that they were even here now.
Blue eyes opened, dazed at first but then cleared as he stretched slightly, grinning at Micah.
'Morning sleepy head.' Micah smiled, rolling on her side, one elbow keeping her head upright as she watched Castiel arch his back, chasing away the aches in his cramped muscles.
'Morning,' he replied, resting on his back but he rolled his head to Micah, still smiling softly as his eyes traced over Micah's bare shoulders, flicking back to her eyes.

'Sleep well?' Micah asked, brushing hair from her eyes. Castiel sighed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before he chuckled.
'You snore.'
Micah laughed, hitting his chest gently.
'I do not! Mr hogs-the-blanket!'
Castiel accepted the challenge, rolling over Micah and dragging the sheet with him. He leaned down on her, tickling her sides and Micah squirmed, laughing as she tried to push him over. She did finally, rolling back to straddle Castiel as he laughed, face creased beautifully.

The white sheet was still over them, a veil shrouding them from the light, a shield from the horrors of the outside world. Micah stared down at Castiel from her own curtain of hair, heart pounding and thoughts running. Castiel traced his hand up her sides, gripping her shoulders as he heaved himself back up; chest to chest before he captured her mouth before she could get her breath back, hands tenderly pushing her hair from her face.

Micah sank into him, warm and safe but she knew this small world they had would not last long and she ran her hands through his hair.
'You hungry?' she asked as she gasped for air, planting kisses down his neck and chest before she pulled the sheet away from him, wrapping it around herself as she put her feet firmly on the ground.
Castiel leant back on his arms, watching her every move before he blushed at his nakedness.
'Starving.'

Micah laughed, tossing him his clothes before she slipped on some reasonable clothing herself; baggy shorts and Castiel's tee-shirt.
'I'll make pancakes.'
Castiel raised an eyebrow and Micah shook her head; of course he wouldn't know what they are.
She thought of having a shower herself but her stomach growled, leaving her priorities set.
Looking back she smiled to herself as she watched Castiel dress, the firm plains of his body covered from the light and her sight which meant the last thing to do was open the door, destroying the last chances of returning to the bed, forgetting about the world a little longer, wrapped in his arms.

With a heavy sigh Micah opened the door, cool air rushing around her before she made her way to the kitchen.

Still passed out in the study, Micah would not be surprised if an earthquake engulfed his home and he wouldn't even twitch.
Castiel was watching her as she mixed in the milk and powder, curious as to how she made them. Once or twice he got in the way, receiving a flick of flower on his face and he would retaliate with scooping his finger in the mixture, licking it away as he retreated back to the table.

They talked about nonsense things, Castiel more curious about how she learnt to cook, how long had this place been her home, why did milk and golden syrup go so well with a mixture of egg, flower and sugar?
All Micah could do was answer them to the best she could, her own questions running along the lines of how could this man be real? Why was she acting like a housewife? Why did she feel so happy?

It was strange, to feel this sort of emptiness filled and she now realised that this was going to hurt more than anything else; she could not afford to let things change. But one night and morning could not be so bad, surely?

Placing the plate in front of Castiel, he tipped the syrup over them before hacking into one. He raised the fork to his lips, eyeing Micah cautiously.
'Oh please, I haven't poisoned it.'
Satisfied with her answer, Castiel ate it, rolling the sweet syrup over his tongue. After pulling a face, he nodded his head.
'I like them.'

Micah just shook her head, taking a mouthful of her coffee before eating her own.
The sun was well up now, just after nine and Micah yawned as she untied her hair, running her fingers through the knots. Castiel watched her with interest, as if he could follow each strand as it fell back around her shoulders. She just smiled and he looked away, a shade falling over his eyes.
'What is it?'

Castiel pushed his empty plate away from him, leaning back in the chair as he sipped his milk.
'When I was up in the hall yesterday, I saw a picture of you and someone else…'
Micah lifted her legs up onto the kitchen chair, bringing the hot coffee to her lips to scald away the pain the memories brought.
'Vincent. His name was Vincent.'

Castiel leant forward, seeing her discomfort and reached for her hand.
'I'm sorry, it was stupid to ask.'
'No,' Micah shook her head, putting her coffee down before taking his hand tightly in hers, 'no it really isn't. After last night, I think you can know anything you want to.'
A blush was on his face and Micah smiled again. For someone in his mid-thirties, he still acted like a teenager nervous and embarrassed after his first time, his first crush, his first everything.

'Last night…' he closed his eyes, laughing to himself and Micah leant forward, wondering what it was he was remembering and finding funny.
'What? What is so funny?'
'I never thought I would see someone like you begging.'

Micah snatched her hand away, slapping his as she laughed, leaning back and picking up her coffee again.
'Yeah well don't get used to it. As I can recall, you did your fair share of it to buddy.'
They both laughed, the situation almost awkward but Castiel took a deep breath.
'Seriously though, thank you.' Micah looked up at him, dreading the next few words he was about to say, trying to find a way to escape them.
'Micah I really meant wha-'

Micah didn't even have time to drop her coffee before Castiel was ripped from his chair, flung into the lounge room with a violent crash. At first her thoughts ran to Alex trying to be a protective father wannabe but he barely had the strength at this time of the morning to scratch an itch.
Leaping to her feet, Micah looked around the room, not seeing anything out of place but the man standing over Castiel in the lounge room was.

Quickly she reached for the gun Alex kept beside the fridge, checking the salt rounds before aiming. She fired once, twice but the man didn't seemed fazed.
Right, not a ghost, so what?

There was no way he was human, he still would have felt those rounds in his side but the man hadn't even flinched.
Micah was close enough now that she could swing the butt of the shot gun up, ready to bring it down onto the being but he reached up and grabbed her wrist. His strength was crushing her wrists and she dropped the gun. It fell beside Castiel who had enough sense to pick it up, checking the shells to try and fire himself but he couldn't. Arms still in the air, Micah lifted her legs as she tried to kick the man. It brought him down slightly, enough for Micah to feel her hands released.

Getting onto her feet again, she grabbed Castiel's hand, half dragging him further into the lounge room where the large matt was. The man rounded on them, crystal blue eyes fierce and Micah swore she heard Castiel mumble a name. He was frozen on the ground; wether he was wounded, scared or stunned Micah couldn't be sure.

'Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus,' she held out her hand, as if that would stop him from advancing as she spoke the Latin words but he wasn't even blinking. She had used this exorcism all her life, and it had never let her down; what the hell was she dealing with? 'Omnis satanica potestas!' she tried again but nothing happened, he even walked right over the devils trap!

In her confusion the strange man had reached them, grabbing Micah and tossing her out of the way like she was a rag doll. She hit the floor, luckily near a stash of other weapons.
'Alex!' she cried out, praying that last night he hadn't had so much to drink. 'Could use a hand out here!' she bellowed down the hall, grabbing the silver machete and rolling to her feet.

She was ready to charge but a sight made her pause, her blood running cold with fear and confusion.
The man was holding Castiel up, Castiel's head lolling to the side as blood dripped down his chin but that wasn't it, nor was it the strange silver blade that the creature held in his hand, poised ready to strike Castiel. The man holding Cass, the thing holding him had wings.
They spread out behind him, large with dark grey feathers. What was he, some sort of alchemic bird mutant or something?

The scene before her made Micah want to tremble; to fall onto the ground and hide her face but she wouldn't let herself, she had to help Cass.
Running forward, Micah drove the Machete into the creature, hoping deep down that he was a shape shifter but nothing happened again. All he did was look down at Micah, his young face twisted in a mix of anger and annoyance. Grabbing the hilt, the man ripped it free from his body, the wound leaving him bleeding from his black uniform but it didn't faze him at all.

'Micah!'
Alex was behind them, clicking his two nine millimetres ready and shooting freely. He didn't seem fazed by the wings protruding from the strangers back, which blocked the bullets from piercing his flesh as he glared down at Micah. Castiel groaned from his grasp, pulling at the hand around his neck.
'Kamael, don't hurt her!'

But he didn't listen, slamming Castiel into the ground before wrapping his fingers tightly into the soft flesh around Micah's neck. She could hear Alex screaming her name, but it soon became a strange blur in her ears as she fought for breath.
'Shouldn't get in my way, girl.'
She tried to kick, tried to do anything to free herself but as she stared into his eyes, Micah was sure that they had changed from an almost unnatural blue to a blinding white. Everything stopped, her pounding blood died in her ears and she felt her eyes roll to the back of her head.
This was it…

Air rushed into her lungs suddenly, making her stutter and cough after she felt the firm wooden floor boards beneath her hands and knees.
Clearing the dark spots in front of her eyes, she looked up at the creature, the man Castiel had called Kamael, expecting to see him killing Castiel or ready to finish Micah off, instead he was fighting with yet another man Micah didn't recognise. They crashed into the walls, wings folding in front of them as they tried to shield one another from their attackers silver blades. Feathers fell to the ground and Micah couldn't move as they continued to fight, Kamael roaring before they vanished.

The light seemed to burn across Micah's skin, leaving her gasping for air yet again as she blinked away the blur. Alex was beside her instantly, helping her to her feet as he asked her over and over if she was alright. But she could barely hear him over the yelling in her ears, the screaming words and the ear piercing whistle.
'Micah!'

Snapping back to reality, Micah stared at Alex's aging face, batting away his hands as they inspected her throat.
Castiel.
She rushed over to him, dropping heavily to her knees as she checked his pulse. He was alive, his pulse rapid as he opened his eyes, trying to focus on something as he spat the blood from his mouth.
'Shit Cass are you going to be alright? Nothing hurts too bad does it?' she ran her hands over him, pressing firmly to find if anything was broken but he seemed fine, just beaten tender like a piece of meat at the butchers.

Castiel groaned, Alex moving to inspect the now broken wall. Plaster littered the floor and Micah helped Castiel sit up as he grumbled about his head. Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, she got him to his feet before guiding him to the couch, laying him down but keeping his chest upright.
Gently she wiped the blood clear from his eyebrow and his nose, wincing herself as he recoiled in pain.

'I'll get you cleaned up.'
'What the hell did you bring to my house? Who the hell were they?' Alex yelled, anger in his voice but Micah knew him well enough to know that it was also fear. Castiel accepted the glass of water Micah held out for him, sitting on the edge of the couch as she inspected his arms and face. Nothing was too serious but the bruises that were forming on his abdomen and face were a dark ugly colour. Alex continued bellowing when Micah and Castiel paid him no attention, vaguely recognising him handing Micah a loaded gun.

'He hurt you.' Castiel's fingers brushed around the now developing bruise around her neck but she shrugged, wiping clean his defensive cut with some detol. He hissed and Micah sighed, leaning in over him as she cleared the graze above his eye.
'Who the hell were they Cass? They weren't normal, they had wings.'
She inspected the ground again, curious as to why Alex was not question the grey and white feathers that were on the floor.

'I don't know, but, one I did know. I think I know him.'

'Kamael.' Micah said, a violent twist of fear in her stomach as Castiel's eyes flickered up to his, a bright blue that was bordering unrealistic.
'Kamael,' he murmured, leaning back in the couch as he closed his eyes, obviously trying to seek out his memories. Micah finished cleaning him up, Castiel still not opening his eyes but as she moved across the room, picking up one of the feathers, she couldn't help but what troubles Castiel had in his life that were going to eventually catch up to him; she had been expecting something, but nothing this strange.

She sort through her own memory, trying to think of any supernatural being that had wings, feathers and that sort of strength but she could think of nothing. Her head ached, split in half but she almost leaped through the roof as Castiel rest his hand on her shoulder, also looking at the feather.
'I hope one of you can explain what the hell that just was. Those sons of bitches aren't going to-'
He paused as he came back into the room, curiously raising an eyebrow when he saw them standing there.
'What are you two doing? They might come back to finish off lover boy here.'

He walked way again, Micah raising an eyebrow to Castiel.
Alex never missed anything, why wasn't he inquiring about the feathers? He might know what they were dealing with better than Micah.

There was a sound of fluttering, the air shifting around them and Micah snatched up her gun, Castiel finding the dropped shot gun. Alex was beside them instantly, a finger to his lips before gesturing for Micah to go around the other side, Castiel holding up the back in case they tried to surprise them. Micah kept her back to the wall, her body trying to go back to the years of training, trying to keep her mind focused on the hunt but all she could think of now was if Castiel was alright. This attack was about him only, the creature; Kamael only attacked Micah because she got in the way.

There was another noise, a groan and a rattle and Micah rounded the corner, gun ready but she hesitated. Alex and Castiel did the same thing, looking at each other quizzically before to the man lying on the floor of the study. There were no wings, no feathers but Micah recognised him as the other being that flew in and fought with Kamael.

'Please,' he groaned, blood spilling from his mouth as he held a hand to his stomach, light leaking from behind his fingers. With a bloody hand he drew a strange symbol on the floor, messy and basic but it seemed to be enough to him. Rolling onto his back, he dragged himself until he could lean against the chest of draws, eyes wide. 'He may return, he wants to kill you all, specially Castiel.' His eyes moved from Micah to Alex, only to stop on Castiel, 'please I am Osael, your brother.'

Everything stopped, including Micah's heart. It sank into her chest as she looked at Castiel, who looked as though all blood had been drained from his body.
Brother? But this man on the floor was not a man, he wasn't human!
The confusion Micah was feeling made her stomach convulse sickeningly as she tried to think of the answers, tried to stop as her world shifted. Once again as things changed positively in her life, the world and whoever it was in control decided to change it to something Micah couldn't understand, something she would have to fight through to protect the one she loved.

Dun dun dun!
Now we are getting down to business. For this chapter, forgive me if any angels are out of character to what th bible or anything says. In my world they are the way they are.
Hope to update again soon, reviews are always welcomed and loved; good bad or otherwise. Let me know what you think.

Silver-Kirin
xXx