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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural, it is rightfully owned by Eric Kripke. All I own is Hannah, other OCs, and some plot points.

Warning: Castiel and OC romance, crude humor, swearing, sexual content, gore, violence, and drug and alcohol references.

Chapter Two: Bad Day

If Hannah had known that meeting Castiel, as awkward of a meeting as it had been, would be the only good thing about her bed day, the twenty-something-year-old would've either put a leash on him or had glued him to her person.

Either way, she had no idea how bad her day was about to become. Then again, maybe she should've had taken Gabe's sudden insistence to walk her home once work got out as a hint, but she had thought he was just being usual flirty-self—he never asked to walk her home.

"I can walk myself home, Gabe, I'm a big girl." Hannah answered, a bit defensively.

"I insist, Hannah!" he called after her as she walked out into the night.

"I'm sure you do," she muttered to herself, rolling her eyes. Idly, she waved. "Goodnight, Gabe!"

He shouted to her again, she ignored it as the doors slid closed behind her. Hannah let out a deep sighed, ran a hand through her hair, wrapped her cardigan tighter around her, and started towards home.

The red-tinted blonde wasn't so socially inept that she didn't knew she had been curt towards her friend, but it had been a long day and all Hannah wanted to do was be alone, go home, shower, and go to sleep. She felt gross, tired, and aggravated. Not to mention, she a headache was had been formally from the back of her head. The small female would apologize to him tomorrow…probably—he never seemed offended by anything, including her bluntness.

Fall had been slow coming, but it had come to New Jersey, it had come quite harshly, at least harshly for autumn in New Jersey. Then again, the weather had been acting funky since around the beginning of summer. Actually according to the news, the weather wasn't the weird only thing that was happening around the world, but it was probably just one of those years.

Either way, Hannah hated the cold and she had seriously wished that she had worn heavier clothes—she hated that Fall was one of those seasons where you could never choose the proper clothing for the different times of day. It made her sort of wish she had allowed Carly to drive her to her apartment or at least permit Gabe to take her home—did he even own a car because she had never seen him car anywhere.

Also, the fact that she had that chilling sensation running down her making goosebumps rise on her skin that came with the inkling feeling of someone watching you didn't make her feel any better. She did her best to ignore it and continued onward to her apartment; she was probably just being paranoid. Hannah did hug herself and step up her pace a little, though.

Before long, Hannah arrived at her apartment complex and headed up to the fourth floor where her apartment lied. Her landlord had been speaking—yelling—to her about God's knows what while she had passed the lobby, but she brushed off his words, not listening, and just kept going. She didn't want to listen or talk to anyone, especially not Mr. Stick-Way-Up-His-Old-Man's-Ass Rollo.

She'd conclude later that she probably should've have listened to him.

Hannah reached the door of E9, which was her apartment, and was about to use her key to unlock it only to find out that it was already unlocked.

She tensed and, swallowing hard, pushed the door, it creaking eerily all the way open. And at the sigh that awaited her made her heart drop dramatically to her stomach where nausea was already building up. "Oh, my…" she breathed, clasping a shaky hand over her mouth.

The entirety of her apartment, at least of what she could see, was destroyed. Papers, drawers, and photographs were thrown about. Furniture was torn about, stuffing everywhere. The curtains were shred. Shards of broken glass from whatever glass objects/furniture she owned littered the floor. Cabinets hung open, some door hanging on their hinges. Food from the fridge was discarded here and there. And…everything, absolute everything, was ransacked and damaged.

Numbly, Hannah stepped into vandalized home, glass and other items crinkling and crackling under her feet. Slowly, her gray eyes that were becoming glassy and were trembling look about in disbelief and horrorstruck. Her hands grasped each other with tremor tightly against her chest.

Ultimately, her tear-filled eyes fell on her windows only for them narrow bemused and cautiously at she saw. It was something yellow-colored and powdery.

Her heart lurched.

She rushed to the window, praying that her eyes were mistaking her.

Regrettably, they weren't. The substance was exactly what she had assumed it was.

"No…"

Sulfur.

Demons.

She reached out, her fingertips brushing the sulfur. Suddenly, memories as fast as lightening, some tangible, some not, flashed through her mind bringing on such incredible blinding pain. She screamed, clawing at her head and clenching her eyes shut as she collapsed to her knees. The burning hot pain just got more and more intense, replacing the images that Hannah could hardly breathe. She was losing consciousness and she was hoping soon, she thought her head was going to split open.

"Hannah!"

A firm, frantic hand was placed on her shoulder and the pain, in an instant, went away as fast as it had come.

Hannah gasped for air desperately, her eyes snapping open widely. Her vision was fuzzy, steadily returning to normal, but she knew she on her living room floor in a crumpled ball.

"Hannah!" The hand on her shoulder shook her.

Fearfully, Hannah looked up to see that standing above her worriedly was none other than Gabe. "…G-Gabe," she choked out hoarsely, her voice hardly a whisper. "Wha-What are you-?"

"No time for questions, sweetheart, we need to get you out of here and fast." he cut her off briskly.

Before she could protest, the brunet male lifted her up into her arms and sped out of her apartment.

Hannah had no idea when she had loss conscious completely, but when she had awoken she was staring up at the familiar ceiling of Carly's living room in her condo. She was lying on Carly's leather loveseat couch, she was sure, but her mind and vision was still a bit fuzzy. When had she gotten there? And why was she there?

What had happened anyway?

Oh, yeah, she had found her apartment had been ransacked and discovered a string of sulfur on one of her windowsills, which had caused a tremendous migraine to bring her to the floor. Then, it all went away the moment Gabe had arrived, carrying her out of her home. She had sworn she had heard sirens and the flapping of wings, but she had blacked out at that point.

Groaning, Hannah placed a shaky and clammy pale hand to her head that was dully aching. She had honestly wish that that had been the first something like that had occurred, but regrettably it wasn't. Though, this time had been the worse so far.

"H-Han?" called out a familiar female's voice strained as if the person had been sobbing.

Steadily, Hannah turned her head, removing her arm to see Carly entering the room. She was shaking, her olive-toned face nearly drained of color and her mascara and eyeliner was streaming down her pretty face following her crocodile tears. Even her curly hair that was always maintained perfectly was everywhere in distraught state.

"Carly? Why are you crying?" Hannah mumbled meekly.

Carly, sniffling, stared at her skeptically with wide dark eyes as if she had grown another head—as long as that one didn't hurt, Hannah didn't care if she had. "Wh-Why am I crying? Hannah!" Carly nearly shrieked making Hannah wince. "Gabe c-comes here c-carrying y-you, whose unc-conscious saying th-that your apartment w-was robbed! H-He tells m-me to pro-protect you and th-then, just leaves without another word!"

Carefully, Hannah lifted herself into a sitting position. Her brows furrowed perplexed; that didn't sound like normal Gabe behavior, especially telling someone to protect her—did he…no, he couldn't possibly know.

"And th-then I just get a…a call th-that Julie w-was killed, along with five others at th-the hospital!"

Now, Hannah was fully conscious. Snapping her head in Carly's direction, she stared at her with wide eyes. "What?" she gasped out, coughing a little as she nearly had choked on her own saliva.

Just nodding through her sobs, Carly turned, grabbed her TV remote control, and turned on the TV. The news flashed on. "It's all o-over th-the…the news." she cried, averting her eyes and briskly leaving the room. Hearing about once had been more than enough for her.

Hannah merely paid attention as her best friend fled the room; she would've been more concerned, but her stormy gaze was focused on the newscast on the television. The newscasters were eerily calm, as they always were, but there was absolutely nothing calm about the words that escaped theirs lips.

'Not more than five hours ago,' How long had she been out? 'Five civilians, including a doctor were brutally murdered at Saint Prudence Hart Hospital in Edison, New Jersey. No ones know why such malicious violence arose in two of the patients, but they are being held in custody at the moment for questioning. According to the police, they are claiming innocence, remembering nothing of the incident. That is all the police will disclose at the moment. More to come after this commercial break.'

After the emotionless, Asian finished speaking, the names of those who had been murdered and their photographs appeared on the screen. Then, the channel changed to an upbeat commercial about a huge blowout sale at Target.

Hannah slammed the power button on the remote, turning off the TV, and buried her face in her hand, hunching over her knees. Guilt, remorse, anger, fear, and agony welled powerfully within her. She pressed the palms of her hands into her clenched shut eyes.

She didn't have to be a genius to figure out that the break-in of her apartment and the murders at the hospital she worked at was a mere coincidence. They were definitely connected and the connection was her. The young woman had no idea why she was the connection, but she was and she had no idea how to stop it.

What did one do when they were only who knew that demons—real, life demons, creatures of Hell—were after you? Hannah was just one person, a meager human; there was no way she could take them on by herself.

"Oh, God…" she whimpered pitifully, muffled by her hands.

"H-Hannah?" Carly's voice snapped her out of muddled thoughts. Hannah gravely peered to her friend. "I-I know th-this…m-may sound…ch-childish, but…but c-could you…sl-sleep with m-me tonight?" she mumbled, sniffling repeatedly. Her cheeks were flushed from her continuing crying and from asking such an embarrassing question considering she was they were adults.

Honestly, Hannah didn't feel particularly sleeping alone either, even if it was safe to assume she'd be sleeping at Carly's tonight. Thus, not feeling the least bit abashed, the fair-haired woman nodded numbly and rose to her feet.

More than grateful, Carly took her friend's hand, hers shaking terribly. Hannah did her best to smile reassuringly and gave the other woman's hand a small squeeze.

In silence, they went to bed, cuddled close for comfort.

It had to very late at night when Hannah awoken from her—restless—slumber. She didn't know what had woken her up; it had either been the throbbing in her temple or the very faint fluttering of wings outside in the living room. Either way, she was awake and alert.

Carly, ever being the heavy sleeper, was not so much. She was slumbering soundly, snoring, from beside Hannah in Carly's bed that they were currently sharing.

Hannah stared at her for a moment, glad that she looked peaceful and not upset like she had earlier, before quietly and smoothly getting out of the bed. She tucked Carly back in, stiffened when she stirred, but only briefly and grabbed the nearest item she could reach to use as a weapon in case there were intruders. Then, she cautiously crept out of the room towards the living room where she had heard the noise, ignoring the growing pain in her head.

Standing in condo's living room were two figures in darkness, males Hannah guessed from their builds. One was tall and lanky wearing a long overcoat and the other had dark features, no hair and was a bit hefty. They were just standing there. The hefty one was gazing out of the window and the lanky one was perched in the armchair, looking at picture frame.

Hannah's body tensed defensively and she wielded her weapon, which turned out to be a tennis racket—when did Carly ever play tennis?

Steadily, she reached over to the light switch on the wall near her and said in her best threatening voice, "I'll already called the cops, so don't you dare and try to steal anything."

"You didn't call the authorities and I assure you that that tennis racket will do us not harm, little girl." spoke the heft male, his voice deep and had an African-American tone to it.

She stiffened, holding the racket tighter. How did he know those things and where the Hell did he get off calling her a "little girl"?—though, the latter should be the least of her worries. Nonetheless, sounding a lot braver than she felt, she retorted, "…You don't know that."

"Oh, yes, we do." The male speaking to her turned around. When he did, she could just barely see his face in the light the moon was casting through the window he was standing in front of. He looked stern and probably in his early to mid-forties. As well, his dark eyes looked like Castiel's and Gabe's, ethereal and almost inhuman, but there was something in his eyes that appeared than theirs. "Just like we knew where you were residing because your apartment was vandalized."

She took a sharp intake of breath. The lanky male stood and stepped towards her after placing down the picture. "We do not wish to harm you, Hannah," he said gruffly and he sounded very familiar.

"C-Castiel?" she gasped out. He didn't answer and he didn't have to, hearing his voice was more than enough and she could finally spot his vibrant blue eyes in the moonlight. Her gray ones narrowed. "J-Just because Carly g-gave you my cellphone number because I thought you were fairly attractive doesn't give y-you the fucking right to st-stalk me, dude," she sputtered fearfully.

Castiel just stared at her bemused, tiling his head to the side with his brows furrowed deeply. Hannah—more than—quickly brushed the thought of how cute that looked and addressed the other male, "And who the fuck are you?"

"Uriel or as you so-called me "butthead"." Hannah's eyes shifted anxiously—that had been him? "And no, we were not the ones who vandalized your home nor are we the ones who murdered those people at the hospital." he said as if reading her mind.

Her eyes narrowed. "…But you know wh-who did?"

"More like what to be exact."

"F-Fine. Then, you know what did?"

At that point, Hannah knew her body was trembling. Did they know what she knew?

Uriel smirked. "Yes, and we know that you know."

She swallowed hard, hands slipping slightly around the tennis racket from forming perspiration. "De-Demons." she choked out. She eyes looked over the two of them, seeing the very faint flash of wings sticking out of their backs. Before speaking, she bit her lip, "And l-let me throw a th-theory out there, but you two aren't h-human either."

Uriel laughed and Hannah was pretty sure he was laughing at her. "You're an intelligent, little hairless ape, aren't you?"

Hannah opened her mouth to irrationally snap at him in her defense, but, much to her great surprise, Castiel spoke up instead, "Uriel, that is uncalled-for." Uriel shot his partner a look, which Castiel evenly returned.

Hannah broke up their silent and heated disagreement by shakily inquiring, "If y-you two aren't human th-then, wha-what are you?"

"Angels of the Lord." they answered in unison.

"Pr-Prove it," she demanded after taking a deep breath. There was no way angels could've existed because if they did, that meant God existed and there was no way Hannah believed that.

Suddenly, all the lights in the living room and, probably throughout the entire condo, flickered and sputter, some light bulbs popping. That caused various intricate shadows to be casted on the walls, but Hannah hardly noticed those as her wide eyes were transfixed on the two large pairs of angel wings shadows sprouting from behind Castiel and Uriel.

…Okay, they had proved themselves.

Uriel and Castiel turned to her with blank stares. Hannah stared back, shaky pants emitting from her parted mouth and hands trembling while holding the tennis racket. After a few moments, Hannah gathered enough courage to utter, "S-So wha-what are a c-couple of messengers of God d-doing down h-here on Earth c-concerning themselves about a c-couple of demons th-that fu—messed up," Don't curse in front of angels, don't curse in front of angels. "My apartment and k-killed a few people? Those people nor I, especially me, c-couldn't be nearly important e-enough f-for you guys to b-be invested."

"The slaughter of your mentor and those innocent civilians are unfortunate, but-"

Uriel swiftly cut Castiel off, "But they are insignificant." Castiel turned to his with his eyebrows creased at his forehead. Uriel brushed off his companion's look. "You, Miss. Murphy, on the other hand, are significant." Uriel snorted. "Actually, your soul is, not you as a person."

"…I beg your pardon?" Hannah blinked.

Uriel arched an eyebrow. "You can't honestly tell me you don't know what we're speaking about." She stared at him and he scoffed, "I suppose you're not as clever as I thought."

"Uriel," Castiel warned. "Enough. We have a job to do."

Again, the two angels exchanged a silent, heated argument, but then, after a few brief moments, Uriel exhaled deeply in frustration and stepped towards Hannah. She instinctively stepped back. "Relax, little girl. Just cooperate and this will not hurt," he told her, dark hand outstretched.

"Wha-What won't hurt?" She retreated backwards, clutching the tennis racket to her chest.

"The removal of your soul, of course. Now, be good and stand still."

Hannah swung the tennis racket narrowly missing Uriel's hand. She could've hit him if she had wanted, but that had been a warning swing. "You lay one hand on me and the next time I'll make sure I don't miss; this'll go right for your head." she growled through her teeth.

Scoffing, Uriel advanced, but Castiel called out to him, causing the other angel to cease in his movements. "What?" Uriel nearly hissed out.

Castiel didn't answer at first, just staring intently at Hannah, who frighteningly stared back. The same chill from before washed over him again, but that time, it was worse. She looked like a cowering animal backed up into a corner and Castiel didn't like it—did he feel guilt? He wasn't sure why or how, but there was this inkling of something tightening painfully in his chest.

Something didn't feel right.

"We should leave," the blue-eyed angel finally claimed boldly. "Tonight is not the night. We must've caused a disturbance when we revealed our true natures; we probably awoke her friend. We should do this when there are no witnesses, Uriel."

"Castiel," Uriel began, sounding angry, but was cut off by a female voice.

"Hannah?"

Gasping softly, Hannah whipped her head around to see a groggy Carly standing in the doorway. "Carly…"

"Who…Who're talkin' to, Han?" Carly questioned before yawning. "I heard voices." That had woken her up? Not the exploding lights?

Hannah stared at her perplexed. She turned her head to see that Uriel and Castiel were gone, like they had disappeared out of thin air. What the-?

"Hannah, whatsa matter?"

Blinking and shaking her head with a deep, shaky exhale of breath, Hannah mumbled, "…N-Nothing. Nothing." Hannah allowed her eyes to scan the room once more before grabbing her friend's arm. She suddenly felt completely drained. "C'mon. Lets go back to bed."

To say that today had been a bad day would be a complete and total understatement

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