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I have heard about you from others but now I have seen you with my own eyes.
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Job 42:5

It was hard to remember exactly what her first thoughts were, her first feelings when she found Castiel.

It was a mix of so many emotions that she couldn't understand and she thought that some higher power must have done something, she felt so small.
But she didn't know that there actually was a God.
Now she just felt inferior.

Even just looking at Castiel now, knowing that he was once an angel, knowing that he had become a God by sacrificing everything, she didn't feel worthy.
But he would still look at her, still smile and speak to her and then she remembered all the things he had done in his short time being human and that to him she was not just another pale ape.

Angels couldn't be much better, her first impressions of them they all seemed to be feathered wing prats.

Looking up, Castiel was speaking with Alex, who still seemed uncomfortable around Castiel but they got along well enough to argue with one another.
Whether it was the bottle of whiskey Alex drank or the lack of sleep for everyone or the fact that they could be attacked at any moment they were all on edge, all snappy.

Micah and Castiel took a few minutes to stop, to lay together on the couch and forget about everything, to try and create their own world once again but it didn't work. Instead they lay there in the dark, silent and tense, expecting the world to rip open and engulf them.
It was a sin wasn't it, for an angel to love something other than God?
Micah pulled the sleeve of her jacket down over her hand, holding it over her mouth to hide the grin she had growing on her face.
Her own little bad angel.

'Okay, okay. Now, why didn't any of our weapons work on him? It is possible to kill an angel right?'
Micah had the scene of when Kamael first attacked them play in her mind; appearing suddenly and being able to withstand Micah's assaults.
'Yes, we can-' he dropped his eyes and head before looking back up, correcting himself, 'they can die but only by another angel or an Angel Sword.'

'How do we get one?'
Castiel frowned at Alex, sitting back down in a chair beside the desk, rubbing a hand over his head.
'Off an angel. We could ask Osael.'
At that Micah stood, walking over to the desk as she shook her head.
'No, I don't trust him. I mean, if he really wanted to protect you, he would have tucked his wings in and stayed with us.'

'You could see his wings?'
Micah nodded at Castiel, eyes shifting to the lounge room where the feathers still lay on the ground undisturbed.
'Why is that? Why can't Alex?'
Castiel shrugged his shoulders, flicking through the book that Alex handed to him, shaking his head and handing it back.
'Certain people can, it's just in their blood. They can be vessels for certain angels.'
'Angels take vessels? Possess people like demons?'

Micah looked down at Castiel; so the man she was looking at, it wasn't Castiel? What poor bastard was stuck in there?
'No. We need permission and not just anyone.' He looked up and met Micah's eyes, knowing what was running through her mind.
'Jimmy Novak. He is dead now, this is my body now.'

Micah shook her head; they were getting distracted.
'So what do you remember about killing them without a sword or angelic abilities?'
She put her hands on the table, leaning on them and hanging her head as she yawned.
'You can't. But I do remember how to protect ourselves from them finding us and preventing them from entering a building.'

At those words, Micah heard a flutter of wings and spun around, Castiel rising to his feet as Osael marched up to them.
For a fleeting moment Micah thought that he was going to kill them, a silver blade ready in his hand.
Before Micah could voice her worry, Castiel had grabbed her, holding her tight as Osael touched his hand to Castiels head.

Everything shifted around them, Micah feeling sick before she blinked, opening her eyes to a dark warehouse.
Osael was inspecting a large symbol on the wall, Castiels arms still wrapped around Micah. She blinked a few more times, wondering where they were as Castiel slowly stepped beside her, eyes locked on Osael.

'Where are we?'
Osael turned, surprise on his face when he saw Micah. She just glared at him, pushing up the sleeves of her jacket, ready for a fight.
'I'm sorry, Kamael was preparing for a second attack, I had to get you out of there.'
'To a safe place where exactly?'
Osael tilted his head, 'I can't tell you that.'

The empty warehouse was huge, red symbols painted all over the walls, old paper littering the floor.
Osael sighed, his sword not in sight anymore as he slowly walked towards them.
'I am sorry. Your cousin will be fine; Kamael is not interested in him, only you. You will be safe here.'
Another blink and he was gone.

'As safe as we can get with no weapons, phones or even the knowledge of where we freaking are!' Micah yelled, her voice echoing around them. Castiel just sighed, giving her a weak grin before he walked to the edge of the room, trying to look through the grubby window.
Micah did the same, turning the door and trying to kick it but only achieved a sore knee.

Something heavy fell over Micah as she turned and leant on the door. It twisted violently in her stomach, almost bringing tears to her eyes. Something was horribly wrong, it was screaming in her blood, more and more as time slowly went by.

'Dawn won't be far away.' Castiel said, standing in front of her as Micah looked up from her spot on the ground.
'Won't matter.'
'What's wrong?'
Micah released a breath of air harshly, bringing her knees to her chest as she frowned.
'We're being held prisoner for our own protection somewhere probably a million miles away from home. I'm just…' she sighed, lowering her voice when she realised she was yelling at Castiel, 'Don't like it.'

Castiel smiled, kneeling in front of her, pushing her blonde hair from her face and kissing her forehead.
'I'm glad I'm stuck here with you. I love you, nothing is going to happen.'
Micah lifted her face, kissing his forehead in return.
She was about to apologise, about to stand with him and tell him something she had been terrified to say but the air was disturbed. Castiel tensed, pushing Micah's shoulder to keep her down as he got to his feet. Micah watched his face go from confusion to a smouldering anger.

Crawling quietly, she could hear Osael speak; telling Castiel that it was for the best that this was to happen as she kept hidden behind the cement pillar, trying to reframe from shuffling the paper.
'Why? I don't understand…' Castiel growled, his voice deep once again.
Peering around, Micah could see Osael standing there, sword ready but Kamael was beside him. Eyes were bright and lips curled in a grin that confirmed to Micah the mistrust she had for Osael.

They continued to speak, Osael explaining that Kamael was out to destroy Castiel, make him an example to all those that have sworn to follow him. Castiel simply stood there, no emotion on his face as the two angels advanced on him, weapons poised. Micah searched the ground for something she could use, finding an abandoned rusty crowbar. She knew it wouldn't kill an angel, probably would only tickle them but it was better than simply letting them kill them.

'But I have no powers, no way to challenge Raphael or even you ever again.'
Castiel didn't look at Micah, but she could see his fingers twitching; to the angels it was tension of a coming fight, but to Micah it was "get behind them". She obeyed, bare feet silent on the floor as she kept her back to the cold wall.
'Well, we just want to make sure of that.'

Micah wasn't ready, the crowbar heavy and warm in her hands when she heard them fighting. She came around, hair falling across her eyes. She had no time to tie her hair back from her face and neck, or strip her jacket as she began to feel her sweat drip down her back even in the cold warehouse.

Standing where they could see her, charging forward to attack, Micah hesitated when she saw Castiel fighting. Even against two armed angels, Castiel was moving with such a grace she hadn't seen before and enough skill that he was fending off both of them well enough.
Micah growled though, moving forward and bringing the crowbar down.

Osael spun around, gripping it tightly as she frowned.
'I forgot about you.'
Micah brought her leg up, kicking him in the stomach to wrench her weapon from him, slamming it down into his shoulder. Osael laughed, ripping it from Micah as his eyes drilled through her.
'Micah, Micah…Micah. Just leave,' he spoke, moving forward slowly as Micah retreated, not seeing any way of getting out of this, 'I like you, I don't want you to die but remain here and you may just become a casualty.'

Behind him, Micah could see Kamael getting the best of Castiel, only fists being used now, the silver short sword on the floor.
Dark wings blocked her vision and Osael smirked once again.
'Hmm, maybe we should spare you. Not every day you come across a vessel like you… I wonder who you will serve…'
Micah hissed, diving for the sword behind them.

Castiel saw her and she tossed him the sword as he ran towards her. Osael was not far behind, sword raised but Castiel was faster, driving the sword beneath his ribs. Micah crawled, dust dirtying her clothes and small sharp objects cutting into her palms. Castiel continued to struggle with Osael, both the swords dropped. As Micah rolled, trying to get to her feet, a hand wrapped around her throat, picking her up off the ground.

Kamael had his face close to hers, eyes dark and black hair soft around his face. He was handsome but Micah knew that the angel in the man was not. She struggled for breath, digging her nails into the hand around her neck. He didn't seem fazed that Micah was trying to hurt him, just smirked with a sick sort of glee in his eye.
'Son-of-a-bitch,'
'Who do you think you are?'

It was a poor time to think about it, but she knew exactly what he was getting at. She tore her eyes away to Castiel. What good could she do?
Black spot were appearing in her vision and her thoughts suddenly slowed down to nothing but the need for air. Kamael narrowed his eyes, as though he could read her thoughts, looking back slightly over his shoulder as Castiel pushed Osael onto the floor, who vanished quickly. Castiel knelt on the ground, wounded and Micah felt her heart race.

'Say goodbye to your lover boy.'
Micah got to have a breath of air, but she lost it as she crashed into wall, rust falling like snow over her. Things were going too fast, Kamael unfolding his own wings before pulling out another sword. Castiel was still kneeling on the ground, a hand wrapped around his chest and Micah could feel the panic in her rise like a tide, her head and body aching like a violent hangover.
'Cass! Watch yourself!'

He turned, Kamael already on top of him. She scrambled to her feet, not knowing what to do. She didn't have a plan, she never had a plan. She never planned to be a hunter, or to find Castiel, to even fall in love with him.
Right now her only plan was to ensure he survived long enough for him to hear Micah say it to him.
Every blink of her eye made things like pictures, moving before her eyes slower.
Castiel couldn't die, she wouldn't let that happen.
But nothing ever went to plan.

Getting closer to the end... dun dun dun
Thanks for reading.

Silver-Kirin
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