Some swearing in this one, but nothing too bad I should think :)

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Save me god, I am about to drown, I am sinking deep in the mud and my feet are slipping. I am about to be swept under by a mighty flood.
Psalm 69: 1-3
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'I believed in you brother!'
Osael was bleeding, Castiel could feel the blood run down his hands as he ripped the blade out from the angel before him.

Osael stumbled, still trying to fight Castiel but he just grabbed his brothers shoulders, a sad look growing in Osaels eyes.
'I am not the same brother, Osael. I cannot go back to being who I was before.'
The hurt in his Osaels blue eyes was genuine and raw, Castiel falling to his knees as Osael fell also, wrapping an arm around his chest. He was hurt, badly but he couldn't waste time thinking of himself. Behind him he could hear Micah, feared the worst but right now he could only focus on how to breathe.

'All because of her?' Osael spat, blood spilling from his mouth. His wound was glowing now and Castiel nodded slowly. 'You would give up your grace, the war, your followers for a simple human whore?'
Castiel nodded again, not able to use his voice.
'I'm sorry…'
'You are no brother of mine. I will not die for something like this.'
Like that he was gone again and Castiel moved quickly on his knees to grab the blade Osael had left behind, holding it firmly as he took a moment to catch his breath.

This could not be happening.
Was he really giving up his authority and power for a simple girl? Castiel shook his head, trying to focus on the battle at hand but his two halves were fracturing, it was a surprise he hadn't already gone insane.

'Cass! Watch yourself!'
As Castiel spun around, the silver blade braced tightly in his hand, he saw it. Kamael had his eyes locked on him, only him. He was moving too fast, charging at him with wings spread behind him and his own sword ready. Castiel wouldn't be ready on time, yet everything was moving so slow.
He was almost on his feet, eyes unable to find Micah.
She was the reason he hadn't gone crazy, and she was the reason now he was feeling so strong yet so drained at the same time.

This was it.
Kamael was right there, but Castiel was not ready. Closing his eyes, Castiel waited for the end, for the pain to explode through him but he only heard it.

A crunch, followed by a low groan.

Opening his eyes, the first thing Castiel saw was eyes.
Pale green eyes.
Words were stuck in his throat as he finally straightened, standing before Kamael, Micah between them. Her hand reached up to grab Castiel's shoulders, a trickle of blood falling from the corner of her mouth as she tried to breathe.

Behind her Kamael ripped the blade out from her body, causing her to sag against Castiel. He wrapped his arms around her, falling to his knees as Micah closed her eyes. Blood was seeping over his hands and he glared up at Kamael as he rested Micah's head on his lap.
'Stupid girl.' Kamael sighed and wiped the blood from his blade on Micah's jeans. 'I had no intentions of hurting her.'

Castiel tried not to listen, just wiped blonde hair from her face as he held back the anger that was strangling his entire being.
Micah looked so peaceful, but Castiel could see her pain as she gasped for air, a spasm contorting her as Castiel pulled his hand from her wound. Glaring up at Kamael, who was watching Micah with a sombre interest, Castiel used that chance to remember what he could remember of the symbols. He didn't have time right now to focus entirely on Micah. If she had any chance of surviving first Castiel had to deal with Kamael.

Micah twisted her head around, eyes burning up to the angel who was taken aback by the intensity.
'Feathered, prick.' She hissed, spitting blood at him. Disgusted, Kamael reached down and took a handful of her hair. He whispered something in her ear and before Castiel could do anything, Micah was ripped from his hands. Her body crashed into the wall, the old plaster cracking and bits fell onto her.

Castiel tried to scream her name but Kamael was already on him, flinging him back to the ground as he stood over Castiel.
'Come on Castiel, the one angel I thought that would have more will than this.' He pointed the lithe silver blade towards Castiel, making sure he didn't move, 'you are not him and that's a pity.'
Rolling his legs, Castiel wrapped them around Kamaels legs, bringing him to the ground as he quickly stumbled to his own. His body was bruised already, joints screaming with pain but he had to ignore it; Kamael was on his feet already.

Dodging the blade, Castiel wondered how long he could keep this up, and after giving into the need to look at Micah, he knew not long. The blade pierced his shoulder, but Castiel held onto the howl that was building in his throat. The blood was spreading along his grey shirt, and when Kamael slid it out and returned it to his side, Castiel could feel even more blood follow. It was not a fatal wound, but it didn't stop it from hurting like a bitch.

His eyes dropped away from Kamaels satisfied smirk to Micah. She was still on the ground, as still as she was when she landed there. His stomach fluttered at the thought of her already being dead, if she was, he wouldn't know what to do with himself.

'I am sorry that it turned out this way, Castiel. I am not as malicious as you think.'
Castiel glared back at Kamael, hand pulling away from his wound as he clenched them beside his body.
'Malicious?' Castiel stared at the blood on his face, Micah's blood and his thoughts went to Micah bleeding not far away from him. Anger burnt anew, searing his blood and muscles as he twisted sharply, winding Kamael before dropping him to the floor. Castiel snatched up the blade and held it to Kamaels throat who was laughing. Blue eyes looked up at Castiel, cheerful and Castiel narrowed his eyes.

'You say you're an angel, angels are not supposed to be killing innocent people!'
'Do you still not believe me brother? We are warriors!' he snapped, his smile dropping. He tried to move but Castiel pushed on the blade just a little harder, pricking the skin on his neck.
'How can you stand being so trapped in human flesh? Don't you miss being so… free?'
Castiel had memories flooding to his mind, fresh and clear but each of them was a reminder that he was never free. Not until that day Micah found him.

'I am not going back.'
'And that is why you must die.'
Distracted, Castiel had leant back, relaxed his grip and in a blink of an eye Kamael was behind him, lifting Castiel to his feet. The blade was raised over his shoulder, and Castiel closed his eyes; he was no challenge for an angel. He had no more fight left in him.

'Hey!'
Both men turned their heads to see Micah, weak and leaning against a wall. Kamael snarled before Castiel saw the symbol on the wall. The red ring was messy but the detail was still there and accurate.
'You're the one that can die you gutless pigeon.'

With that she slammed her palm into the wall, the insignia glowing brightly. Castiel frowned at Kamael as he fought against it, trying to bring the blade down but he failed, vanishing into the light with a brief cry.

Everything moved slowly; the blade falling to the ground and casting light bell noises around the empty room and Castiel taking a breath, but he lost it again as he looked to Micah. She had tried to give him a smile but she fell, blonde hair trailing. Castiel ran over to her, too slow to catch her but quick enough that he slid to her side just as she settled, lifting her head gently.

Only then did Castiel give Micah his full attention.
'No, no what did you do?' he growled, laying her gently down onto the sandy ground. Micah snarled, her face twisting in pain and a weak laugh bubbled from her throat. Her hands fumbled as she tried to reach his face, Castiel linking his fingers into hers and guiding it to his cheek. Leaning into it, he closed his eyes, trying to catch his breath and clear his thoughts.
'Come on, we have to get you to a hospital-' he began to move Micah but she sobbed, making Castiel freeze in his actions. Micah was gripping his wrist so tight as she sucked in a breath through her teeth.

'Nope, not going anywhere.' She smiled up at Castiel, who was kneeling beside her, holding one of her hands to reassure you.
'But I can't help you here,'

Micah was too cold, and the pool of blood on the floor was not getting any smaller. It drained away the colour in her skin and her eye lids began to flutter as she fought to stay awake.
'I can get my grace, I can bring you back…
'No!' she yelled, eyes fierce but it faltered as she was reduced to nothing but a gasping mass. Castiel tried to hang onto her tighter, as though it would keep her here with him but he was powerless.
He hated it.

They were lying still, the couch barely big enough for them both but they managed to fit, He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close to him as she linked her leg around him, holding him in place.
'I am sorry Micah.'
She turned her head slightly to look at him. The white of her eyes gleamed in the moonlight and Castiel wondered how people could say angels were the most beautiful thing to exist when he had something he couldn't even describe in his arms.

'For what?'
He shifted slightly, resting his head more comfortably and he kissed the back of her head.
'All of this. It is my entire fault. I got swept up in something I couldn't control and now I am lost, slipping away and hurting everyone around me.'
Micah rolled to face him, legs holding him even tighter as she wrapped an arm around one of his, kissing his cool skin before resting her head on it.

There was something about the way she moved, kept her eyes away from his that made Castiel fear that she was going to reject him, make the smart decision and leave him but she nestled against him, trying to sleep.
'I'll never let go Cass. Never.'

Castiel watched as she fell asleep and he knew that she would keep her promises. If she said she wouldn't let go, wouldn't let him slip into a form of insanity from his previous life, he knew she would do anything to keep it.
He just wished she wouldn't.

'Dam it Cass. Don't go back to being an angel, otherwise everything we have done… it won't matter. I won't matter to you.' She closed her eyes briefly, Castiel shaking her gently and she gasped, eyes gazing around the room before they fixed on Castiel.
'You couldn't die, Cass. You're too special.' She relaxed back, perhaps too weak to hold herself anymore and Castiel felt his heart sink in his chest. 'Cass I-'
Castiel couldn't hold onto a tear and it slipped down his face.
'Shh Micah, come on I'm going to take you-'
Her hand cupped his cheek, eyes gleaming with tears as she tried to catch her breath.
'I love-'

As her voice cracked, eyes falling shut, Castiel was sure that his heart was ripped from his chest. Was it possible for a heart to break? Logically he knew that it was not possible, but he had never felt anything like this before, it felt like it had turned to stone, hard and heavy in his chest.
'No no no no no…' his hands ran over her face, smudging blood across her pale skin. He was trembling, more than he had when Kamael had charge after him or when he stood before Jimmy or even the leviathans.
'I need you Micah!' he cried, spluttering as he struggled to think of something to do.
'I love you Micah, don't leave me! You said you wouldn't let go…'

But as he cursed God, screaming in the darkness of the abandoned warehouse, he knew it was too late.
Micah Wymond was dead.

Will try and update again soon. Poor Cass...what will he do now?
Thanks for reading!

Silver-Kirin
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