A/N: This chapter has to be my favorite so far, and I hope you see why at the end. Don't worry, I'm not a sadist or anything so it's not because of what happens to Hannah in this chapter, but what happens after. So I have to give a WARNING for readers for this chapter due to somewhat GRAPHICAL VIOLENCE, but it isn't too terrible, at least to me. I hope you enjoy the chapter.

Fun Fact: The title of this chapter, "Angel or Devil" comes from the song "Angels or Devils" by Dishwalla. I recommend listening to it while reading the second half of the chapter. Very emotional.


7. Angel or Devil

Groaning, Hannah curled up as the cold December wing brushed against her. Twisting around to lie on her back, she realized she had fallen asleep on the couch.

She sat up and threw her legs over to touch the chilled wooden floor under her feet. Shivering, Hannah wrapped her arms around herself and made a bee line for the bathroom, the need to pee reinforced by the contact with the cold ground.

Hannah hadn't realized she had been so tired yesterday; must have something to do with Cas zapping her to the isolated cabin.

Exiting the bathroom, Hannah stretched her hands over her head and tried to brush her bedhead hair out of her face as she wandered around the cabin. The upstairs consisted of two bedrooms, a study, a bathroom and a linen closet. The downstairs had a large, open living room and a kitchen that she ventured into to cook breakfast.

She wasn't sure if Cas needed to eat but she liked to cook so it wasn't a big deal.

It was easy enough to make scrambled eggs and bacon, the fridge stocked with food surprisingly.

She set the plates on the table and went to find the elusive angel. Peering out of the kitchen, she could see him through the porch window, standing there silently like a guard.

She walked to the front door and quietly walked outside. Crossing her arms, Hannah leaned against the doorframe, "Have you been out here all night?"

Cas turned to face her, "Yes."

"Aren't you tired?" she asked as she pushed off the door, concerned for her guardian.

"I don't require sleep like you do." he said as they entered the house. Cas walked into the kitchen and saw the two plates on the table, "Nor do I need food."

He looked back at her and she shrugged sheepishly, "Well, I didn't want you to not have anything if you did."

"Thank you for the offer," he said as she picked up the plate meant for him, she placed it in the fridge. She sat down at the table and began to eat her own food.

He stood there, watching her as she began to eat.

During his time on earth, Castiel had noticed the lack of communication with God among humans. No one prayed the way they once did; they didn't give thanks for the food they received or for the life they been given. These were little things, but once, they had been a part of a person's way of life.

But for some reason, Cas was disturbed with Hannah's lack of faith in God in particular. He could feel the rage she had for him when she lashed out upon learning God had plans for her.

You don't know what you're talking about

Cas crossed the distance and sat next to Hannah at the small table, staring at her. This caused Hannah to look up from her plate and look around uncertainly, "What is it?"

Licking his lips, Cas took a moment to word his question properly, in a way that wouldn't offend the girl next to him, "When Todd told you the truth and I said you shouldn't blame God; why were you so angry?"

Hannah looked away from him, her smile fading as she looked down at her plate, rolling over her eggs with her fork, "Something happened to me when I was little, something really bad. I don't like to talk about it."

Her voice was soft and nearly shaking as she spoke. She swallowed the lump in her throat before giving Cas a smile, "What brought this on?"

Cas sighed, "I have simply noticed there isn't faith, or belief, in God anymore."

Hannah leaned forward on the table, her chin supported by her hands, "Who says I don't believe in God?"

Confused, Cas furrowed his eyebrows, "But you-"

"Just because I'm pissed off at him, doesn't mean I don't believe." she said as she rose from the table and set her dishes in the sink.

Cas watched as she began to wander around cleaning the kitchen. He found himself wanting to know more about her experience as a child that led her to hate his father, but more alarming, he wanted to know more about her period, and that scared him.

SUPERNATURAL

Sam looked at the framed picture of Andrew Wilkins that hung on the wall. The man was smiling, his arm wrapped around a pretty woman as she kissed him on the cheek.

Behind him, Sam could hear Dean rummaging through Andrew's desk, "Found something."

Sam turned around, "What is it?"

Dean tossed him what appeared to be divorce papers. Flipping through the stack of papers, Sam searched for the name of Andrew's present or future ex, "I thought you said he had no family?"

Dean stood from the desk, "That's what the cops told me, but considering those are divorce papers, maybe he didn't consider her family anymore."

Sam stopped flipping pages once he found a name, "Sasha Corinth…says she has the house…3602 Bower Drive."

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"I haven't seen Andy since I gave him the papers, Agent Myers."

Sam took the cup of coffee from Sasha as she sat across from him and Dean at her kitchen table.

As Sam drank the warm coffee, Dean gave Sasha a smile. She was a very beautiful woman, with long legs and caramel skin. Dean wondered how a telemarketer got a model for a wife.

"How did you meet your husband, Ms. Corinth?" he asked as he picked up his own cup of coffee.

A fleeting smile crossed her lips, a reminiscent look on her face, "It was five years ago. I was a waitress at this gala thing and he was the guest speaker,"

She paused to laugh, "he was so nervous."

Sam looked confused as he looked from Dean to Sasha, "So he wasn't always a telemarketer?"

Sasha gave him a look and raised an eyebrow, "Telemarketing? God no! Andy's a professor at Oakland University."

That was new. The two brothers looked at each other as Sasha grew more concerned, "Why would Andy be working as a telemarketer?"

Dean cleared his throat as he turned back to her, "Ms. Corinth, could you tell us why you filled for divorce? Were there problems between you and Andrew or were there certain…circumstances?"

She cradled her coffee in her hands as she looked out the window, "I thought we were doing fine. We loved each other, I still love him but,"

She sighed and looked at Sam and Dean, "He started acting strange."

"Strange how?" Sam asked quickly, nearly cutting her off.

Dean turned to Sam and saw an almost desperate look on his face. Blinking, Dean turned back to Sasha, but he couldn't shake the question: Why was Sam so set on this being an angel?

Sasha also was looking at Sam questionably but said, "He started talking about this voice. Andy said he thought it was God. I tried, believe me, for our marriage, I tried. But I couldn't take it anymore. Andy is, or was, a professor of theology. He was brilliant, but maybe he finally snapped and lost his mind. He was always going on about some boat for God's sake!"

Dean looked apprehensive, "What, like Noah's ark?"

Sam gave Dean a shark look as Sasha gave a small smile, "I don't think so Agent Thompson. No, but he just kept talking about a vessel on and on and on."

Dean and Sam soon left the house; Sam convinced that Andrew had indeed allowed himself to be possessed by an angel.

" I told you Dean, I told you."

Dean's hand hovered over the door as he stared over the Impala at Sam, "Okay Sam, what is your deal?"

Sam looked around, surprised by Dean's sudden mood swing, "What deal?"

He closed his door and leaned against the car, his hands resting on the hood.

"Sam, what is wrong with you? You've been obsessed with angels for nearly a month now! Don't think I haven't noticed. Nearly every case we come across you're convinced angels are involved. I've seen the books, the newspapers claiming miracles and angel sightings. I'm done." Dean ultimated as he too leaned against the hood of the car.

"Now would you just talk to me? Tell me what happened to you?"

Dean was pleading with Sam, the burning sensation behind his eyes growing as he watched his brother stare at him almost comatose-like.

"Nothing happened, Dean."

He exploded, "God damn it Sam! You were in Hell! Don't tell me nothing happened! I was there too Sam, I told you what happened to me even though I didn't want to. I told you about all the pain, all the torture…"

Dean couldn't compose himself. He could swallow the cry fighting to get out, but not the reflective water that began to emerge from his eyes, "…why can't you do the same?"

Silence fell between them; Dean waited for Sam to say something, to confess his hellish treatment. But he didn't.

"I'm fine-" he was cut off by Dean as he opened his door and got in the Impala. Sam followed and looked over at Dean as he started the car, "Dean-"

"-Don't worry Sammy, just forget I said anything. That's the last I'll ask about it."

Sam said nothing. He couldn't. It wasn't that he didn't want to, but like he physically couldn't bring himself to talk about it. For some reason, he couldn't feel anything except numbness.

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She stood in the middle of a room. A white room with gold everywhere. There were murals of biblical scenes along the walls and a door right in front of her.

Hannah had no idea why or where she was. She had been walking upstairs after spending the day bored out of her mind in the cabin, Cas disappearing a few times and popping back in to make sure it was demon free. She remembered she walked into the room she claimed for herself and then nothing.

Making her way to the door, she nervously reached out and tried to open it. But to no avail, it was locked.

She yanked on it fiercely, banging her fist against the door, "Hello! Let me out! Hello!"

No one answered.

Growling in frustration and confusion, Hannah kicked at the door. Turning from it, she stopped at the sight in front of her.

"Who are you? She asked slowly, staring at the being sitting at the table.

She used the term "being" because he had three faces and four wings protruding from his back. Was he an angel? He didn't look like Cas very much. The only thing in common was the fact this being had wings and seemed to have fire inside. Cas called it their grace. It was flowing from his eyes and mouth.

He rose from the table and in a velvety voice, said, "You are most beautiful."

"…Um, thanks?"

He chuckled as he walked around the table. Hannah saw that he was incredibly tall and had dark hair that was covered in flames but did not burn. His three sets of eyes were all black that mingled with the flames, "I mean no offense. I have been anticipating meeting you for a very long time. I didn't expect you to be this beautiful. Father took his time with you."

Blushing, she looked up at him in discomfort, "Again, thanks. But who are you, why am I here, and where is here?"

He stood in front of her now and surprised her when he ran his fingers through her hair and along her jaw, "So beautiful…"

"Wha-" she was cut off by the angel as he lifted her up and crushed her against eh door.

She tried to kick at him but he seemed unfazed. She managed to free an arm from his vice and reeled it back before punching him in one of his faces, only to scream in pain as it made contact.

He grabbed her pulsating hand and brought it to the left face, kissing it. The pain vanished.

"Stop, put me down." she pleaded.

She felt his hand cradling her neck, pulling her towards him, "Beautiful…"

Gasping, she turned her face as he leaned down, his central lips brushing against her neck, "I will have you, whether you want it or not."

"Get off me!" she screamed as his hands explored her body; caressing her hips, roaming up and down her legs, up her stomach, over her breasts, where he paused with a moan.

Hannah could feel him against her as he lifted her higher. Whimpering, her vision was clouded with angry tears, "Let me go! Bastard, let me go!"

She was shaken harshly and pressed against his chest tightly, as he forced her to look at him, the flames dying down to force her to see his pitch black eyes. Demon eyes.

"Never."

His growl send a cold fear down her spine, "Please…"

He ignored her as his hands resumed their exploration. All the while, Hannah thrashed and fought to get away, but never harder when she felt her legs being pulled apart and his hands caressing her inner thigh.

Reeling back, she hocked her spit and spat him in the faces. He stopped only to laugh.

Hannah was taken from the wall and the demonic angel turned towards the table, carrying her with his hands under her thighs. She found herself falling as the trinity-faced molester threw her against the table, the sound of her body hitting the wood bouncing off the walls.

Groaning, she was in a daze. She felt her shirt being ripped away from her skin, only her bra hiding her modesty.

She weakly pushed at his hands as they glided across her bare skin, "no…"

"Yes." he growled lustfully as his lips feel upon her belly. He lifted her arms above her head and crawled on top of her, creating a shadow over her as his wings expanded.

She began to fight harder as her hips were lifted and her jeans were practically ripped off of her. She twisted to hard, her shoulder blades groaned in pain. She gasped as the angel grabbed her ankles and held them apart.

She felt as if she were about to hyperventilate as her chest rose and fell; the only sound in the room was the exhale of her breathing.

She did the only thing she could do, they only thing that she could think of, " The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear?*"

"Do you think he can hear you?" he asked as Hannah closed her eyes and continued to pray, " The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge*…"

The evil angel above her ran his hand along her trembling jaw, "Do you think he cares?"

"…You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance*…"

"Why has he not struck me down then?"

To prove his point, he pulled her upward and smashed his lips against hers, his tongue brushing her lips for entry she refused to give.

He laughed as he released her, but did not remove himself from her body. Instead, he ran his fingers over the curvature of her chest, "Enough play…"

Tears ran down her cheeks as she struggled in his grip as his fingers fell between the lacey straps of her panties.

As they were dragged down her legs she desperately tried to hid herself from his hungry gaze.

The demonic angel paused and looked as if he had forgotten something, "Ah yes, a memento so will remember our time together."

He closed his eyes, heat beginning to swirl the air. Hannah hissed as his hands began to feel like hot irons. As he opened his eyes, Hannah saw the flames crawling from his eyes and mouth once again.

Hannah's body arched as his hands burned imprints along her hips as he lifted her up. He pain-stakingly let his burning hands slide against her stomach and up until he held her by the throat.

Screaming, Hannah began to cry, not for God, but for Castiel.

"CAS! CASTIEL!"

The only thing she heard was the demonic angel's voice in her ear, "No one can hear you here. You're mine."

"CAS!" she screamed, her throat bleeding in fear and need for help as she felt her legs being pulled apart, the body on top of hers angling itself between them.

"CAS!"

Hannah!

Her eyes shot open and the demonic angel let out a glass-shattering boom as her legs were suddenly dropped with a thud.

Hannah watched as the angel's body turned to a vaporous cloud, leaving her to lie on the table alone.

Hannah!

She sat up painfully, the feeling of the burns cutting into her. But as she did, the room dissolved around her and she found herself sitting in bed, Castiel's hands holding her by the shoulders.

"Cas?" she whispered, in a daze.

Cas looked at her with worry, "You were having a nightmare."

She began to shake and as he watched her, saw her pull her legs up to her chest and bury her face against her knees, her arms encircling them.

Cas, unsure of what to do, cautiously touched her arm, "Han-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

Taken aback, Cas yanked his hand back, eyes wide.

She was crying. Tears were streaming from her eyes, that were wide themselves. But not from surprise. No, she was terrified, traumatized.

"Hannah, you're safe."

As he moved to stand, Hanna's hand gripped his tightly, "No!"

Hw quickly sat back down, "Alright, alright, shhh…I'm here."

She looked so frightened, so small to him he didn't know what to do. He had never been in this kind of situation before. She sat rod stiff as she clung to his arm.

Looking down at her, something caught his attention, "Hannah, you're burned."

Sniffling, she looked up at him, "He-he…he b-burned me, he burned me!"

She was growing more and more hysterical. Hiccupping as she cried, her body began to rock back and forth.

Cas's eyes fell to her neck and saw that the burns didn't only appear there, but made a trail down. Pulling away slightly, Cas could see more burns on her stomach due to her tank top riding up.

Carefully, he asked, "Hannah, who is he?"

The only thing she said was, "…it hurts."

He could feel the emotions rolling off of her and slamming into him, a pain twisted in his heart.

He couldn't do anything except look at her. She looked up at him with pleading eyes, "It hurts."

His face contorted as another wave of emotion hit him. Whatever came over him to do so, he didn't know, but he began to rub her back gently, "it's okay, Hannah…I'm here."

Her hiccups began to settle and her breathing grew slower as Cas continued to gently rub her back. Soon her cheeks were dry, stained from her crying.

Once he felt she was calm enough, he stopped rubbing and said, "I'm going to take care of the burns now, Hannah."

She bit her lip as her eyes moved across his face, as if debating to trust him. Finally, she nodded.

Carefully, he had her lay across the bed and reassured her she would be alright as she asked, "Will it hurt?"

She sounded like a child as he spoke with a soft and fragile voice. He closed his eyes, confused why her emotions had such an effect on him.

Opening them, he said, "I promise, it won't hurt."

Slowly, he pushed the cotton material up, stopping just under her bust. He felt her stiffen, her eyes were closed and her hand gripped his free hand. He squeezed back.

"Shh, it's alright." he said as he concentrated on the burns.

Hannah could feel the warmth caress her skin, the stinging pain disappearing instantly. A moment was all it took for Cas to heal the burns from her body, but she doubted he could do the same for the internal pains.

Castiel removed his hand from her, careful not to startle her.

Her eyes opened and she blinked as she laid there silently. He looked away as her eyes pierced him.

"It wasn't a dream…"

He looked back and saw her eyes filling with tars again, "It wasn't a dream!"

He could only nod, "I believe you, Hannah."

She began to sob, her body shaking violently. Cas was startled by her outburst and even more so when she pushed herself up and crawled until she had her arms around his neck, her face buried in his chest as she sat next to him, her legs curled up around herself.

He had to wrap his arms around her in order to keep her from falling off the bed. He could feel the suit he wore being soaked with her tears as she cried against him. Her hair brushed his chin and he could smell a light sent of lavender.

Not knowing what else he could do, Cas let her cry and remained where he sat until she passed out from exhaustion. But even then, he let her stay and sleep in his arms.

He would find who did this and punish them.

But Hannah came first, and he would take care of her.

SUPERNATURAL


References

*"The Lord is my light and my salvation—whom shall I fear?*" - Psalm 27:1

*"The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer; my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge" - Psalm 18:2

* "You are my hiding place; you will protect me from trouble and surround me with songs of deliverance" - Psalm 32:7


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