The Stronghold 3: Mikachi

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The sun was streaming through the window when I woke up again. What actually woke me was the sound of sniggering.

"I guess you two are friends," Dean said slyly.

"If you think that Dean is bi clap your hands," I began quietly. Dean's smirk vanished and he scowled at me.

"Stop singing that," he ordered.

"Make me," I shot back.

"No fighting," Sam said sleepily. "Shaade, get off me." At some point in the night I had almost completely curled up on top of him and so I moved, sat up and stretched my arms. 

"You two need to learn to get along," Nova sighed from the corner of the room, pushing her fringe out of her eyes. "Dean, try not to provoke Shaade. Shaade, don't annoy Dean."

"I will try," I promised. "But knowing me I'll get thrown off a roof or something."

"You don't have wings any more," Dean stated. "So I might just push you off a roof."

"Dean," Sam and Nova said warningly in the same breath.

"What?" Dean looked about in surprise. "He's irritating."

"I sure am," I agreed, hugging my knees. "It's a natural reaction to assholes."

"Dean, don't," Nova said, grabbing Dean's sleeve.

"Just stop talking," Sam advised me. I huffed through my nose and sulked, my chin resting on my knees.

"You're really thin," Nova said once Dean didn't look as if he was going to stab me. "You need to eat, Shaade, you're a walking skeleton." 

"Breakfast sounds good," I said hopefully. 

"Dean, get the Impala ready," Nova commanded. "You two, get dressed." She turned and left the room, Dean following. The commanding air that surrounded Nova reminded me a lot of Georgina when she was younger. She was the leader, the most confident, but her self-esteem dropped when Pepper broke her down. 

"What't the Impala?" I questioned.

"1967 Chevrolet Impala," Sam recited. "Dean's car."

"Oh. Yeah. I knew that."

"Do you have any other clothes?" Sam asked. 

"Nope," I said. "Just the ripped stuff that I came in. And this hoodie, which I have decided to keep forever." I plucked at the material of the hooded sweatshirt and smiled. Sam rolled his eyes and stood up, stretching. The muscles in his back rippled and I raised an eyebrow appreciatively. 

"You need clothes," he said thoughtfully.

"I'm happy like this," I said with a grin.

"You're about Nova's build, maybe you could borrow some of her stuff," Sam suggested. "She always wears men's clothes anyway. Likes the style." 

"Would she be okay with that?" I asked doubtfully. 

"She should be," Sam said. "Go and ask, she'll be hovering outside." 

I nodded and half-crawled along the floor, too lazy to bother standing. I reached up and opened the door before sliding out into the hall and staring up at Nova who looked back at me in surprise. 

"Why are you on the floor?" she asked.

"I am impersonating a worm," I replied calmly. 

"You're weirder than I thought," Nova said in alarm.

"Oh, I'm a lot more than what I first seem," I said, propelling myself upright and swaying slightly as I tried to regain my balance. "For example, insane."