A/N: I don't Own Anything You Recognise.
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Omg, Misha Collins' Tweets are so wierd. Escaping Guantanimo Bay was one of them?!

Have you ever had that feeling? the one where you're too tired too sleep, but your too tired to stay awake?

That happens to me on nearly every occasion after a hunt. My dark brown hair is messed, my face is tired and worn. Who'd have thought that preventing the apocalypse could be so tiering.

My mind spins as I fall onto the cheap, hard bed. "You did well today. This was a vctory for us" A smooth voice calls to me. I turn to face my left; there stood a man. Black hair, blue eyes, cream colouored trench coat. My angel "Really? Try telling that to the girl who just got slaughtered" I say, my voice laced with sarcasm. Turning my head back to stare at the roof, I feel the bed sink a little. Castiel is now sitting on my bed.

"I never said that this war would be easy on you Hannah. But the day you accepted to help Heaven, you must have known that it wasn't going to be easy" He stated. I sit up, leaning on my arms for support "Yeah. You're right, I should have realised that I can get people killed by doing this. My response; screw you and the damn apocalypse" I call out, flopping back onto the bed.

Castiel stood up and turned to me "There was always going to be casulties. Most of them you can't prevent. You need to stop blaming yourself"
I sat up and swung my legs over the side of the bed "But there's the problem, I can't save 'most'. But what about those I can save. I choose not too because I'm busy listening to your frigging orders" I yell at the angel. My head began to spin, I clutched it with my hand "Ow" I winced.

Being a nineteen year old hunter was never going to be a walk in the park, but I never expected it to be this hard either. "You need to rest" Castiel walked over to me and placed his hand on my head; the pain subsiding a bit.
"I'm an innsomniac Cas. Plagued by nightmares of my past" I pulled my best sappy face as I feel my eyelids droop. "Don't make me sleep. Please" I plead with my angel.

I couldn't hear his response as I succumb to the darkness.

Sorry for the short first chapter....I'm watching my 25 year old brother dance to Lady GaGA. XXD