The Shield One Shots Book 2!

Guardian Angel Pt20/Ambreigns

 Dean sighed again, as he stood staring out of the living room window of the cabin, while the others were in the kitchen. It's been a half-hour since the grace transfer and he was already starting to feel stronger, he knew he couldn't keep taking his family's grace; he needed his own back, dammit. His whole body was tense, he wanted to go after that son-of-a-bitch, Cecil, so damn bad, but knew he couldn't risk it being at barely half strength. After the transfer, Ava had told them about his family's warning that Cecil had returned to Heaven to try and get more grace/power from other Angels. Knowing that he wasn't strong enough yet or stupid enough to go after regular Angels, meant that he'd go after the Outcasts. They knew they had to figure out a way to stop him from, but how? They couldn't guard every Outcast, there were too many and not enough of them to do it. They couldn't go to the Council either, they had no proof of anything and they wouldn't listen to them without it.

 "Dean?" Ava's voice spoke from behind him.

 "Yeah?" He said sighing again, as he turned to face her.

 "I came to see if you were okay."

 "I won't be okay until that bastard, Cecil, is stopped." Dean replied, as he sat down on the couch.

 "Brother, you have to stop blaming yourself for this." Ava said gently, as she sat beside him and took his hand.

 "That's easy for you to say, you're not the one he used to do this, I' am, dammit." Dean replied bitterly.

 "Dean, don't you get it? Cecil could have done it to any one of us, if it hadn't been you, it would have been someone else." She said trying to get him to understand.

 "Ava's right, Dean." Micah's voice spoke from the doorway, they looked at him, as he came into the room with Zachariah and Xavier. "He had this plan in place long before you became an Angel. If any blame is to be placed, then it is with me." He added sighing. "I knew of his plan, but I was fooled into trusting him, I should have told someone."

 "Micah, you can't blame yourself, he played on your love for your family, he used you." Dean said sighing.

 "Really?" Micah said smirking. "Kind of like how he used you?"

 "Okay, you sneaky, asshole." Dean replied smiling. "I see what you did there."

 "I have no idea what you're talking about." Micah said smiling, playing dumb.

 "Alright, I'm done feeling sorry for myself, does anyone have a plan to stop Cecil?" Dean said smiling.

 "Well, we know he's going after the Outcasts, but the Council won't help us, so we're completely on our own." Xavier said bitterly.

 "Maybe...I could use myself to get the information that we need?" Micah suggested. "I mean, he doesn't know about me turning on him, so if I played the part of trusted sidekick, I could get what we need and I could pass it on to you."

 "No, not happening, dammit." Dean refused, before anyone else could say anything. "It's too dangerous, brother; I won't let you do it." He said, the others quickly agreed.

 "I'll be fine, I promise." Micah reassured them sighing. "I know Cecil better than anyone, I know how to get what we need. Besides, time isn't something we have a lot of and we're out of options."

 "So, you're telling me that our only option...the only damn one left, is to sacrifice you?" Dean demanded upset, as he stood.

 "You're not sacrificing me, brother, I'm volunteering." Micah corrected him.