The Stronghold 3: Mikachi

Double Trouble? Double Fun!

Benedict's POV

I stared down at the human I'd become so attached to as he died and sighed deeply. He had a habit of getting hurt and getting into trouble but he should have known better than to cause trouble around the Winchesters, of all people. Hunters! Plus someone who was quite clearly an angel. As soon as I noticed how calm Nova was acting while Sam was trapped inside that room I knew that she was an angel. No sane person could act so coolly when there was the possibility of their friend's death. She was always a shady character, Shaade was just too trusting.

"Idiot," I muttered, my voice rough with a Cockney twang. "You shouldn't have gotten into this."

"Who are you?" Dean asked. I raised my head to survey the Hunter, running my eye up and down his form approvingly.

"Dunno why Shaade was so set against you," I said. "You ain't as massive as Sammy boy. Although..." I sniffed and shifted Shaade's weight in my arms.

"Anywho. I'm Benedict, Shaade's demon. 'Ello." I waved lopsidedly and grinned. "Tell Nova ta for making the devil's trap, I'm free to wander about now. Oh wait, she's dead." I looked at the blade sticking out of her chest and frowned. "Including the angel. Well done on that, Deanyul."

"Sorry, you're Shaade's demon?" Sam said with a frown.

"'Swhat I said," I replied. "Benedict. Yo." I saluted, tapping two fingers against my temple.

"But you're not dead or gone back to hell," Dean said with a frown similar to Sam's.

"Nope," I said cheerfully. "I'm far too powerful for that, me. Nah. I'm stickin' around for a while."

"You're the exact opposite of the clumsy human," Castiel noted. "You have a brash voice while he is well spoken."

"Says the angel who sounds like a gangster," I retorted.

"But you are a demon and I am an angel," Castiel said. "I could smite you."

"Shut yer trap, Cas, or Shaade's song might return in a new form." Castiel looked confused while Dean started to show signs of annoyance and I took that as my cue to sing. "If you think that Cas is bi clap yer hands!" I clapped my hands together and the noise made Shaade stir slightly. Seeing a sign of life in the body I dropped it to the floor and proceeded to tap its face with my booted foot. I was dressed in an old fashioned way, resembling a pirate in dress. All I needed was a bandana and braids and I'd practically be Jack Sparrow.

"Now," I said softly, continuing to tap Shaade's nose, "how do we wake you up, then?"

As tapping didn't seem to be doing much I decided to just let the human hit the floor and stay dead. I didn't need him as a vessel any more, I could live without him. But something told me that the Winchesters - plus Castiel - wouldn't let me stick around very long without the charming young lad around.

"Does anyone 'ave any cold water?" I asked the room. There was no response as the Winchesters had turned their attention on the dead boy on the floor; Dmitri, that was his name.

"I'll deal with this meself then," I said in irritation, shooting a glare at Sam's back. "I don't need no soulmate."

Shaade remained cold and dead to my touch and I flicked his nose. That did nothing and so I huffed through my nose, snapping my fingers and sending a cascade of water over his face. His hair wilted but his face remained the same - unresponsive and dead.

"Oi, Shaadey," I said, beginning to kick his side. "Wakey wakey."

"Leave him alone," Sam said, looking over.

"You wake 'im up then!" I snapped.

"I don't know how," Sam responded.

"Then shut yer trap," I growled, resuming my attempts to wake the human. Fear was beginning to set in as I wondered if Shaade would ever wake up. I could deal without most humans but I'd become attached to lil' Shaade. He was a good egg, if a crazy one, and I reckoned that we'd get along quite nicely if we got to speak to one another. Unfortunately I was the alive one and he was the dead one. That wasn't good.

"Beginning to freak a little here," I muttered in a rush, fingers dancing over Shaade's face. "Demon powers activate." Nothing happened. "Nope. Okay... okay. Shaade? Shaade. Wake up. Please. Please? They don't like me 'ere. Sammy's your boy, Dean wants to hit you more than me and Cas immediately don't like me cuz of being a demon. Got that, mate? So wake up soon, yeah?"

There was still no response and I sighed deeply. "Shaade, I'll nick Sam if you're not awake within thirty seconds." I proceeded to count down from thirty but as I neared zero I began to panic.

"Five... c'mon, Shaade... four... please, mate... three... Shaade?... two... I'll pinch Sam off yer, I swear... one..." My voice trailed off and my face went white. As a demon I shouldn't experience fear but I most definitely was right then.

"Shaade?" I said in a faint voice. "Mate? Wake up." There was no response and I sighed deeply.

"Zero."

"You back the fudge away from Sam," Shaade snarled, sitting bolt upright and looking me dead in the eyes. I froze for a second and then grinned.

"'S good to have you back, mate," I said.

"Who are you?" Shaade said in confusion.

"Look at me face," I said. "Then put two and two together."

Shaade stared at me for about five seconds and then swore loudly. "No," he said once the swearing fit was over.

"Yes," I nodded, grinning.

"No!"

"Ye-es."

"You're..." Shaade looked at me in utmost horror. "You're a Cockney!"

"Whassa matter, posh boy, ain't I middle class enough for ya?" I said jovially. Shaade laughed and punched me on the shoulder weakly.

"You can really tell you've spent years in my body," he said.

"Do you want to think about what you just said?" I responded, eyebrows raised. Shaade looked at me and shook his head, deadpan.

"You're so immature," he sighed.

"I'm a demon," I said innocently. "In fact, I'm all demon without one shred of human in me. And you just woke up, I'd expect you to have no sense of humour. 'S soon as you wake up good and proper you'll be laughin' wimme."

"You need to talk properly," Shaade said weakly.

"Of course, good sir," I said, imitating the human's voice perfectly. "Should I start to quote Shakespeare? Would that appease thy ears?"

"No more Shakespeare!" Sam yelled. Shaade and I looked at one another and grinned slowly and identically.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" we said in unison, Shaade sitting up and me crouching beside him.

"Thou art more lovely and more temperate," Shaade added.

"Rough winds to shake the darling buds of may," I said dramatically.

"And summer's lease hath all too short a date," we finished together. Sam sighed heavily and Dean's back stiffened.

"Double trouble," I heard the Hunter mutter as he stood up.

"Oh no," Shaade said pleasantly.

"Double the fun," I said with a wicked grin. Sam stepped over Dmitri and left the room, shaking his head. Dean followed carrying Dmitri and Cas filed out of the room last. Once it was all silent Shaade and I high-fived with identical smiles on our faces.