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Hannah woke up wrapped in Castiel's cream trench coat. His unique smell engulfed her as tears welled in her eyes. She missed him more then anything. Her heart aches Everytime she thinks about how he left her, how he didn't care enough about her to stay with her and protect her from the archangels. To listen to her.
"Morning Han" Sasha walked into the room, her hair that little bit too shrivelled, her make up that little bit too smudged "You could have told me you knew hot guys" She smirked, sitting on the edge of her room mates bed "You got some last night did you?" She motioned to the jacket Hannah was wrapped up in.
"Umm, no. This-This is my friends. The one who was with Dean" Hannah explained, sitting up and looking up at the clock on the wall.
Her eyes shot wide "Oh my God I'm going to be late for my lecture" She sprinted out of bed and into the shower.
She quickly washed and dressed, grabbing her psychology books as she ran out the door and to her class.

The corridors seemed to go on forever. She was running late.
"For God's sake" She growled as she ran down a set of stairs and opened the door to her class "Sorry I'm late" She smiled softly.
The man out the front of the class placed his hand on his hip and leaned against his desk "Nice of you to finally join us Miss Singer"
She did the right thing and enrolled under her father's name.

Hannah nodded "Yeah. Um. I kinda slept in. Sorry" She walked down the aisle and took a seat next to her best friend Damian.
"Nice to see you Han" He whispered to her. The teacher cleared his throat "I want a word after class Hannah"
The nineteen year old nodded and pulled out her psychology books. Ignoring the looks she got from her classmates.

The bell rang for end of class. Hannah had learnt nothing except the difference between pro-social and anti-social behaviour.
"Hannah. A word" Her teacher called out for her as she stood to leave.
Damian turned to her, his black hair pulled in different directions, glasses falling off his nose "Meet you in the common room"
Hannah nodded and walked between the seats to her teacher "Yes sir" Her teacher was a simple man, a suit jacket, balding head. Trying to act like he was 30 again…

The man gave her a warm smile "How are you coping here Hannah?" He asked, flicking through the pieces of paper on his desk.
"Fine. I suppose. A little homesick…But you know, it's for the best" Hannah clutched her books to her chest. Each one having a small picture of the devils trap on it.

"So you're happy to be here? Even though you're still putting those around you at risk?" The teacher looked directly at the younger woman.
Hannah furrowed her eyebrows "What are you talking about?"
"I told him. Not to go back to you or you will die. His feelings clouded his judgement. But he didn't listen. He came back for you"

Slowly walking backwards, Hannah eyed her 'teacher' "Who are you?"
The teacher smiled "My name is Zachariah. I'm Castiel's boss"
"An archangel" She stated.

Zachariah nodded "I'm sorry. I wish I didn't have to do this"
"But…But I'm a seal. You can't kill me" Hannah continued to walk away from Zachariah. But he walked forward, his eyes never leaving Hannah's "Yeah. That may be. But you're just one. I've let so many more go. But imagine all those people you will save if you let me kill you. Castiel will be able to do his job without you always on his mind" A blade appeared in Zachariah's hand.

Swallowing deeply, Hannah dropped her books and ran towards the door. Silently praying that someone would come help her.
Pulling out her phone, she dialled Dean's number "Winchester! Get here now!" She screamed, turning around and facing Zachariah.
"What? Why? Han, are you okay?" Dean's panicked voice rang out through her ear.
Zachariah edged closer and closer.
"No. I have an archangel on my ass" She called as Zachariah flung her phone out of her hands.

"Hannah. This won't hurt. And you can rest in the fields of the lord for all eternity" Zachariah tried to make it sound like it wouldn't hurt so much, like she would never feel anything again.
Hannah's head hurt so much. Like it was on fire. She felt the blood trickle out her nose "I will never go with you" She gasped, doubling over and clutching her head "What's happening?" She screamed out in pain.

Zachariah's face dropped. The knife disappearing from view "You can't be" He whispered, backing away.
"What's happening to me?" Hannah continued to clutch her head in pain. The screaming inside her head getting louder and louder.
Please have mercy An unknown voice sobbed.

She could see the whole of hell. The dark clouds of smoke tearing away at human flesh, the smell of burning. The smell of death.
"No, no, no, no. You….This isn't supposed to happen...Not yet" Zachariah continued to back away. Looking up as the room door crashed open.

"Hannah" Dean ran over to where Hannah was bent over, sobbing and clawing at her head "Hannah…Look at me..." He turned to the archangel "What did you do to her?" He growled.
Castiel stood rooted to the spot, his eye wide with fear as he saw Hannah's eyes turning a dark purple colour. The seal was breaking. His seal was breaking.
"I did nothing to her. She brought this on herself…" Zachariah turned to the trench coated angel standing in the doorway "…And you should have stopped this from happening" He pointed at Castiel who continued to stare at Hannah.

Dean tried to get Hannah to stand up-right, her mahogany hair falling into her eyes "What's happening to her? Cass?" He looked pleadingly over at Castiel.
"She's beginning to see and feel Hell. As if she was actually there" Castiel explained, finally finding his feet and walking over to his two charges.
"Is she dying? Did she make a deal? Is that it?" Dean looked at the angel as if he could save her.
Castiel shook his head and looked at Zachariah "What can we do to save her?"

"Nothing. All we can do is teach her how to control what she has. Teach her how to block it all out" Zachariah explained as he saw Hannah finally stand up-right, with the help of Dean.

Tears continued to fall as she heard the helpless souls begging to be saved, begging to be spared the torture.
"I'm taking her back to Bobby's. Maybe there she can get some rest" Dean explained, leading Hannah towards the door.
Zachariah watched as the two hunters slowly walked out the door. Once they were out of ear shot, he turned to Castiel.

"She still needs to die Castiel. You've let yourself grow too attached to the human" He stated.
Castiel shook his head "No"
"Are you disobeying my orders?" Zachariah gave a stare to which any less of an angel would shrink down.

"If you harm her in anyway, I will smite you" Castiel stood nose to nose with his superior.

Zachariah wasn't backing down that easily though "Don't you care that you were put through excruciating pain for that girl?"
"I would do it all again in a heart beat if it meant she was safe from harm"

"Do you care that you have been banished from heaven?" Zachariah saw the look of sadness in Castiel's eyes.

"Of course I care. But being on earth means that I can protect my charges easier"

"Protect her easier"

Castiel knew that being banished from heaven was the closest thing to falling before actually falling, but he couldn't care less. It hurt him when he was sent away, but it hurt him more when he saw Hannah doubled over in pain "Yes"

Zachariah gave a short nod before disappearing from sight. Castiel let a sigh escape his lips. He needed to go back to Hannah's room and get her clothes.

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Castiel looked around Hannah's room. Two beds, so he assumed one was for her roommate. Since he had been here almost every night since Hannah had come—He liked to watch her sleep—He knew exactly what bed was the hunters'.
Pulling open her chest of draws, he saw how she shoved her clothes in. Never bothering to fold them. He picked up and bag and began piling the clothes into it.
"Who are you?" A woman's voice called out from the doorway.

Turning around, Castiel came face to face with the girl he met at the bar.
Sasha.
Her beautiful hair was pulled into a tight ponytail, her tracksuit pants wore low on her hips, and her singlet rose up so you could see her perfectly toned stomach.
"Castiel" He stated.

Sasha stepped closer into the room, her eyes narrowing slightly "Wait. Aren't you the guy who was with Dean last night?" She asked cautiously, her mobile phone in hand.
"Yes" Castiel turned around and began placing the rest of Hannah's clothes in the bag.

"Why are you packing Hannah's things?" Sasha came to stand next to the angel.
Castiel emptied out one draw and began to empty the next into another bag "She's sick. So she is going to stay with her father for a while"
Sasha shook her head "She was fine this morning. What's wrong with her?"
Castiel had enough of Hannah's roommate; he turned to face her, placed two fingers on her forehead, and watched her fall to the ground. Asleep.
Turning back to the draws, he finished packing and in a split second, he vanished.