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Mick sat beside Ketch in what was now his—their—new office, staring down at their intertwined fingers with a fond smile. He still couldn’t quite process that this was their new life now: no more Hess, no more Code, and no more hiding their feelings. He and Ketch had made it quite clear at their recent meeting with everyone stationed in America that things were about to massively change, and they meant it. Ketch had also made it clear that anyone who didn’t comply, threatened another BMOL member, or, Chuck forbid, threatened Mick, would have to face him, and that quickly killed any hushed whispers and quiet chattering.
Ketch, too, observed their intertwined fingers, and noted something he’d noticed before but never really thought about until that very moment.
“You kept it,” Ketch told him in awe. “After all these years…”
Mick looked down at the ring he always wore, the ring that hardly ever wasn’t on his person, with that same fond smile.
“ ‘Course I did. You mean the world to me, which means anything you give me does too.” They met each other’s eyes and saw the same unchecked passion from years ago looking back. Mick reached up with his other hand, shaking slightly, and cupped Ketch’s cheek, bringing their foreheads to rest together, both of them closing their eyes and enjoying each other’s company for a few minutes. Ketch’s other arm went around Mick’s waist, bringing them closer to one another. “I—” Mick cut himself off, pulling back just enough to be able to look Ketch in the eye again. “I… I love you, Arthur Ketch… I always have, and always will.” He looked away then, his hand falling back to his side, scared of the reaction he might get once the words registered in Ketch’s mind. “And if you’ll have me…”
Ketch stared at Mick in wonder before letting out a soft, relieved laugh. As Mick looked back to him in confusion, Ketch pulled his hand away from Mick’s to cup Mick’s cheek.
“I love you too, Michael Davies,” he whispered back, elated.
Letting out a small laugh of his own, the two wasted no time closing the distance between them, their kiss everything that it needed to be, full of love, regret, forgiveness, longing, hope. They could hardly keep their hands off each other as things became more heated and less chaste. It wasn’t until Mick’s and then Ketch’s phone went off that they broke apart reluctantly, Mick a bit dazed and Ketch irritated at the interruption. Picking up his phone, he rolled his eyes at the caller I.D.
“What do you want, Winchester? I am in the middle of something important, so unless you’ve suddenly put us all at the brink of world destruction once again, this had better be good.”
“Well hello to you too, Ketch,” Dean deadpanned. “Mick’s not answering his phone, so we figured you’d be able to get to him better than us. We need his help tracking and taking down a Prince of Hell. Chances are he knows more ways than us.”
“Yes, well, while you’re trying to kill a Prince of Hell, some of us are trying to locate Kelly Kline. Besides, at the moment, Mick has his hands full.”
“With what?”
“Me.”
He hung up before Dean could get in another word. Mick stared at him, slightly baffled and highly amused at his last comment.
“Have my hands full, do I?” he asked with a smirk, one that Ketch happily returned.
“Well, don’t you?”
“Not quite.” He shifted into Ketch’s lap then, voice lowered and eyes mischievous. “But we can change that fairly soon, don’t you think?”
“Indeed,” Ketch whispered as Mick initiated another kiss, more fierce than before.
It didn’t last, however, as Mick’s phone rang again, prompting him to answer despite Ketch’s death glare at it.
“Sam. What’s going on?”
“Hey. Dean called Ketch just a minute ago, and—”
“Oh, I know.”
“Y-You do?”
“Well, I was sitting right next to him.”
“Oh. R-Right, so you know that we’re trying to find Dagon. We figure if we can get to her then we can get to Kelly. Do you know any ways we can track her, or at least get a start on her location?”
Mick considered the question for a moment.
“I suppose I know a few ways we could try. How soon do you need me?”
“Um, as soon as you can get here? Now would be great.”
“Done. We’ll see you boys in a bit.” Hanging up, he took in the insulted look on Ketch’s face. “What?”
“Both of them decide to interrupt us and instead of telling them off, you offered for us —you and me—to go and help?!”
Mick kissed him lightly on the cheek, a half apologetic look in his eyes.
“I’m sorry, love. Later? Until then, why don’t we go scar the boys, hmm?”
Ketch scoffed with a smile.
“I suppose the looks on their faces will be worth it in the end,” he acquiesced.
“You know they will be.”
Sliding off of Ketch and getting to his feet, he checked his pocket for his keys as Ketch stood next to him.
“Why don’t we take my motorcycle? I know you’ve always wanted to ride it. I even brought a spare helmet.”
“I’d like that.”
Ketch took his hand then and the two left HQ with matching grins.
When the two got to the bunker, the heavy metal door swinging open to announce their arrival, Sam and Dean emerged from the library, both looking a little worse for wear, perplexed at the BMOLs’ happy demeanors.
“I assume Ms. Leahy’s quite out of dodge now?” Mick asked.
“What, come to finish the job? Is that why he’s here?” Dean questioned, pointing an accusing finger at Ketch.
Ketch scoffed.
“Despite your opinion of me, Dean, I find no enjoyment in cleaning up after the two of you.”
“And that’s not what we came here to do,” Mick told them, stopping the argument before it could spiral out of control. “You wanted help tracking Dagon. That’s what we’re here for.”
Mick had caught Ketch up on the way over regarding Kelly and Dagon.
“We?” Dean stared at him in disbelief. “Oh, I’m not working with him.”
“Dean—”
“Sam, no, okay? Mick I can deal with. That asshat? No frickin’ way.”
“It’s both of us or neither of us,” Mick told him seriously, and it was then that Sam noticed they were holding hands.
He and Mick met each other’s eyes, Sam with an unspoken question and Mick with a slight nod. Sam sighed before turning to Dean with a hushed voice.
“Look, Dean, I don’t like working with Ketch anymore than you do, but if he’s with Mick—”
“What does it matter who he’s with? It’s Ketch.”
“Dude, look at them.”
They both turned to watch Mick and Ketch, who were having a quiet discussion of their own.
“We should just go. It’s clear they’re not budging on the matter,” Ketch mumbled.
“And do what exactly? Sam and Dean are the best chance we have once we find Dagon at ending her and convincing Kelly Kline,” Mick told him.
“We’ll find a way. We always do, even if we are outmatched. A Prince of Hell is nothing.”
Mick could hear the uncertainty in his voice, and Sam and Dean watched in shock as Mick stole a quick, reassuring kiss.
“It’ll be fine, love. Promise.”
Ketch stole one of his own as he tried to pull away, and it wasn’t long before the two became lost in each other, completely forgetting that they had company. Sam huffed out a soft laugh while Dean turned away. Ketch and Mick? Seriously? It wasn’t until Sam cleared his throat with an amused smile that the two broke apart.
“Fine,” Dean acquiesced, turning back around. “If it’ll get you two to stop making out like teenagers, then fine.” He then addressed Ketch. “But if I even think you’re going to stab us in the back, I’m putting a bullet between your eyes,” he threatened.
“Noted,” Ketch replied with a smirk, enjoying Dean’s discomfort.
“So where do we start?” Sam asked.
“What do we have?” Mick asked as he and Ketch made their way down the stairs.
“Not much so far. I was going to go through all the demon lore we had here. I figured I’d find bits and pieces on Princes of Hell.”
“I’ll hit up any hunters in the area, see if they haven’t heard or seen anything,” Dean told them, leaving the room.
Sam looked to the two apologetically.
“He’s still not over a lot of what you guys have done. With Mick, at least, he knows there’s a chance we might actually be able to work together, but…” He turned his attention to Ketch. “I don’t think he’ll ever trust you. I mean, after what mom told us about what you did to Magda, and about the way you were looking at her the last time you guys were on a hunt…”
Mick looked to Ketch with a raised eyebrow, and Ketch tried not to look affected by the statements. Sam, for his part, didn’t look nearly as upset as Ketch thought he would.
“How were you looking at Mary Winchester?” Mick asked suspiciously.
Ketch matched Mick’s expression.
“Not like that, I assure you. If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, the answer to both of you is no. I have no interest in your mother, Sam, nor will I ever. I respect her, as a hunter, as a mother, and as a good person. Nothing more. Besides, I eliminated the girl because the Code—”
“Demands it. Yeah, I know,” Sam finished for him acidically.
“Which is something else Arthur and I wanted to talk to you and your brother about when we got here,” Mick segued.
“Since when are you and low rent Christian Bale on a first name basis?” Dean questioned as he re-entered the room, having caught snippets of the conversation.
“We always have been, just not usually when we’re working,” Ketch replied, rolling his eyes at Dean’s comment. “But circumstances have changed.”
“You were saying, Mick?” Sam interjected.
“Right. Ah… With Dr. Hess now dead, the British Men of Letters had an opening in their council of Elders, and an opening for head of the American Hunters Project. With Arthur’s help, we ensured the project’s leadership fell to the two of us, and… that I got put on the council.”
“Who are the Elders?”
“The old men and women who oversee every part of the BMOL operations. Think of them as our own version of the World Security Council,” Ketch told him.
“And, Arthur managed to uncover a few of Dr. Hess’ connections here in America… Demon connections.”
“Demon? Anyone we know?”
Mick turned to Dean with a sigh.
“She mentioned an Asmodeus fellow, but the one she worked closest with? Crowley.”
“That son of a bitch,” Dean growled.
“Seeing as how finding the nephilim is now our top priority, we figured she went to Crowley to help find Dagon. I reckon we start there.”