The Stronghold 3: Mikachi

The Government Are Bees!

This time when I awoke I was lying on a bed, not bound to a chair. There were three people in the room with me and I concentrated my vision to see Sam stood by the bed, Dean pacing around and Nova stood in the corner. 

"I'm like Sleeping Beauty," I joked.

"You were raped while you slept, gave birth to twins and then married a king?" Nova frowned.

"I guess you all didn't have Disney," I murmured. Speaking a little louder I continued. "So do you know why I randomly passed out, then?"

"No," Sam said.

"Check your dad's journal," I suggested. Both Sam and Dean stared at me and I sighed. "I watched Supernatural religiously, okay? I know all about you. But so that I don't spoil your futures I will say this and only this." I took a deep breath. "These are the happy times."

"Our mom burnt on the ceiling and our dad is avoiding us," Dean said sharply. "How are these happy times?"

"Oh, the happy times," I said, louder still. "Secondly, you are both bisexual. In my head at least. I'm sorry but the Destiel ship will sail forever and my gaydar tells me that you're bi." I pointed to each brother in turn, Dean then Sam. 

"I actually am bi," Nova offered.

"Brilliant! A room full of rainbows," I beamed. 

"I'm not bi," Dean barked.

"The first stage is denial," I said airily. Dean started forwards but both Nova and Sam held him back.

"Go up onto the roof, stay in the shadows and wait," Sam said quietly. "We'll talk up there."

I nodded and swung my legs off the bed, wandering out of the door and following my nose to get up to the roof. We were in a dark motel and the fire escape door was already broken giving me easy access onto the roof. I walked in circles for a bit then sat down, letting my legs hang over the edge of the building as I looked out of the nighttime city of Jiku. The skyline was pretty much the same as London but with no giant wheel or clock and more towering skyscrapers. It was as if America had taken over London; I knew that I wasn't in Mikachi's equivalent of America because it smelt too green. A demon knows when its home and I knew England when I smelt it.

"Don't provoke Dean," Sam said, appearing on the roof. I stood up and was surprised to find that I was taller than before, more around Dean's height than my own.

"I guess I grew," I said absentmindedly. "They were some extreme growing pains."

"Did you hear what I said?" Sam questioned.

"Yes," I said. "And I don't try to provoke people, it just happens. I don't have emotions, see, and I don't tend to know when I annoy people. Well, I have emotions, but I just don't care." I spread my hands helplessly. "It's impossible to shut off your emotions completely and so they creepy back but I'm more sociopathic than before." I grinned widely. "More random, more troublesome. Talking of trouble..." I turned to fly over Jiku but Sam grabbed the back of my collar, yanking me backwards.

"Don't use your powers," he said in a low voice. "It's too obvious, with your wings. Nova can get away with it because it's an intuition thing but you're blatantly obvious."

"Why can't I fly? Is it because of them?" I asked. "I've been in this world about two hours, sorry that I don't know anything."

"The people we're on about are dangerous," Sam explained. "If they are people, that is. We simply know them as the Government and they control everything we do. So long as you have a normal, human existence they don't go after you. The Politicians run the countries, the police chase down criminals, all your normal stuff.