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Some friendships do not last, but some friends are more loyal than brothers.
Proverbs 18:24
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Micah gestured to Castiel from the other side of the room, gun locked tightly in her hand.

Nodding, Castiel moved cautiously into the next room, his own gun ready and aimed and the machete strapped to his hip. This werewolf they were hunting, he was a strong one and wouldn't go down without a fight.

It had been well over six months since Castiel was forgiven, three of those spent just with Micah and Alex as they all healed, mentally and physically. The joy that Castiel had now, it was something he would never trade for anything and gave him the strength to continue as they had before. For a while he had argued with Micah, wanting to leave the job and carry on as normal people but there was something in both of them that meant something like that was impossible. It was what made them and so here they were now.

The house was dark, the house barely furnished in the developing suburb; a perfect place for a werewolf to hide.
Not finding anything in the room, Castiel frowned up at the full moon. It had to be wrapped up tonight, or else it may kill a dozen more times before they finally finish it.
A noise in Micah's direction brought him quickly away from the window and back out into what would be the kitchen.

Micah was waiting for him, pressing a finger to her lips as she nudged her head in the direction of the hallway. Her blonde hair was tucked under the hood of her jacket, the dazzling gold too bright in the moonlight to be hidden. She moved behind him, watching his back as he edged forward, knowing that there was something up ahead.

The figure was crouched behind a lounge, Castiel holding his chuckle. The moon cast his shadow on the floor beside him, clearly visible.
But Castiel knew it could be a poor mistake or it could be a clever trap; either way he was going to shoot it. He nudged Micah, nodding at her as he entered the room slowly.

The fist that landed under his ribs hurt but Castiel returned it, surprised by the sudden attack from behind the door.
Two of them?
Micah had fired her gun, engaged in her own fight with the other one beside the couch. She was flung to the floor and Castiel shouted her name. As he knocked the tall creature to the ground, Castiel ran to the other, slamming his body into the wall and pinning him there with his own. A growl rumbled in his throat but the dark green eyes in front of him were not ones of a werewolf, not even of anger.

Dropping his gaze to Micah, she was wiping her mouth and the man on the floor stood high above them.
'Cass?'

There was something familiar about that voice, about the way his name rolled off the man's tongue that lead to Castiel gasping, stepping back and straining his eyes in the dark. He knew these two men; he remembered them not like someone from a dream but like family. The hope in the others voice confirmed it to Castiel who they were and he sighed a breath.

'Dean?'

Ooooh what have I done?
Thanks so much for being such lovly readers guys, it means a lot to me. I hope you will all stick around, I am planning more for these two.
Also, if you all like supernatural I have another story I am hoping can be as good as this one, Unknown Soldier, so check it out and tell me what you think, I am still open for suggestions on anything. and would love for you to follow that one also.
Love you all
Silver-Kirin
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