I am kind of excited now, because this is my very first Story with Hannah :3.
I have to admit that I haven't planned to make the story that dark and emotional.
I am sorry. But all in all I like how this story came out :3
And I hope I did an okay job with Hannah, since I am still watching Season 10 and this character is still kind of new to me.
But I really like her. And I like seeing her interact with Castiel. But I see them more as Brother and Sister rather than a love couple. ;)

Let me show you Humanity

Since her fall, Hannah's life had fundamentally changed.

In the moment in which she had fallen to earth, not only the world around her had changed, but also her body.

Suddenly she felt emotions that were previously unknown to her.

And the strongest emotion was sadness.

A feeling, she couldn't endure until today.

When she had felt it for the first time, it had come over her like a tidal wave.

At first she didn't know how to react, and she had been completely overwhelmed by it.

Moreover she was completely alone; no other angel was at her side at that time and she thought she would die from her feelings; so overpowering they were.

Sadness, pain, despair...this had been her only companion.

Until the day on which she had met the fallen angel Castiel!

He had helped her, had taken care of her and showed her the beautiful sides of life on earth and Hannah greatly appreciated this.

And then there had been Sam and Dean Winchester.

Hannah was honest, because although she appreciated the efforts of the two humans very much, but she liked to spent her time much more with Castiel.

A new sensation had spread in her body, had taken away the sorrow, the pain and despair for a short time, had come over her whenever she looked at the black-haired angel and it had been stronger than any feeling she had already felt.

The feeling of love...

But Castiel had made it clear that there wouldn't be more than deep friendship between them, and even if she had been disappointed, if not even hurt a bit, she was glad that he had stayed at her side and that he had not left her.

No.

Castiel was still at her side, had taken her by the hand and had showed her the wonderful world of humans, had explained the feelings she now felt as best as he could and he had told her about his past. From the time when he had fallen and when he had to deal with the feelings of humanity.

And just like he back then, Hannah was still making the same mistakes.

She still didn't really understand the human humor or sarcasm, and here and there she took some things much too literally which had amused Castiel so much that he couldn't hold back his laughter anymore.

Hannah's crimson face and the subsequent pout, however, had made sure that he stopped to make fun of her and laugh at her.

Yet the smirk remained on his face and he had told her that she should not take everything so literally, and to ensure that she was doing better, he had told her of his own mistakes, and how much Sam and Dean had laughed about him when he didn't understand some things. That had even elicited a small smile from Hannah, but more hadn't come afterwards.

Still Castiel could see the sadness in her eyes whenever she looked at him and he still felt her pain whenever she was alone.

And Castiel was tired to see her like that.

He wanted that she was happy, wanted to see and hear her laugh, because she deserved that after everything she had been through.

The Fall could destroy an angel of the Lord, because not every angel could deal with it.

Hannah has always been good and loyal to her father, until Metatron had let everything go down the drain. Because of him, the angels had fallen and if Castiel thought about it, he was not entirely innocent in the matter, because he had unknowingly helped the scribe of God with his devious plan.

And now heaven hated him as much as they hated the angel Metatron.

But Hannah harbored no grudge against him...not anymore...

She had seen that he had learned from his mistakes, had seen that he had a good heart and in recent weeks he had shown her how beautiful this world was more than once, when she had traveled with him, even if he was feeling bad. He still hadn't found his grace, still used the grace of another angel, but said grace already vanished slowly from his body, made him weaker and weaker with each passing day and wouldn't he find his own grace soon, he would die.

And perhaps it was this certainty, that he would die, that had pulled Hannah down, because Castiel knew how she still felt for him, that she loved him and that she couldn't bear to see him suffer so much.

The young angel tried anything to pretend that he was fine, but Hannah could see it every day. He tortured himself, seemed to have pain whenever he moved around too much and he had become weak. She feared for his life, because she didn't want to imagine what would happen, if they would encounter another angel, or equal to a whole group of angels who wanted only one thing from Castiel: His death!

All these thoughts wouldn't get out of Hannah's head.

She and Castiel had found shelter in a small motel, because the Seraph needed a break and needed to rest.

Hannah had sat down at his side and waited until he fell asleep and still she sat next to him and watched him. When he slept he looked so innocent, didn't look like the icy warrior he should be, but he looked more like an innocent angel child. But Hannah knew better, knew the bad things Castiel already went through and she also knew that he had probably told her not everything. She knew from the time when he had worked with Crowley, knew from the time when he was a god, knew from the time when the leviathans had taken over his body and yet she had stayed by his side, even when he had betrayed his brothers and sisters and even their father with his actions.

Hannah had seen how much the past events had made him suffer and she saw it continue with every day that passed. But no matter how hard heaven hated him, Castiel had stood up again and had fought. For himself, for heaven and for the love of his father, because he didn't stop to believe in the good and he would keep fighting for it.

He only wanted what everyone else wanted: Peace.

His love for his brothers and sisters was strong as ever, no matter what would come.

And Hannah secretly wished that she would be as strong and courageous as he was.

But she wasn't even able to deal with her Fall from Heaven or the new feelings she felt.

Had she been at Castiel's place, she would have grabbed her angel sword and would have ended it here and now...

Something touched her arm, made her flinch and she was rudely torn from her dark thoughts. She turned her head, looked at her arm and frowned when she saw the hand that held her arm gently clasped and her eyes wandered further upwards, until they met a pair of bright blue eyes that looked at her.

Castiel had woken up, was watching her with concern in his eyes and he slowly sat up, didn't interrupt the eye contact with her.

"Hannah? What's wrong with you?"

She heard the concern in his voice and that alone made the whole situation worse for her, because she didn't want that he was worried about her.

He had enough problems already and he certainly didn't need more.

Therefore Hannah sat on a small, slightly tormented smile and looked at him.

"It's nothing Castiel. Don't worry about me. Please...go back to sleep."

But sleep was out of the question.

All alarm bells began to ring and Castiel just felt that the feelings in Hannah threatened to break her and wouldn't he help her now, then no one would.

Before Hannah could protest, Castiel already wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her against his body. With one arm he held her pressed close to him, with the free hand he pressed her head gently against his chest and stroked her gently through her hair. He felt how she tensed the muscles of her human Vessel and how she tried to defend herself against his grip, but the Seraph didn't give in and held her still pressed tightly against his body.

"Shhh calm down Hannah," he whispered softly toward her and he pressed his face into her hair and closed his eyes.

And then he felt the tears how they wetted his shirt, as the angel in his arms forgot all her pride and started crying like a child.

"That's right Hannah. Let it go…"

And she wept!

It almost broke Castiel's heart, when he listened to her sobs and felt her tears.

She dug her fingers into his back, pressed herself even closer to him and let all her grief and despair out of herself and wept, as she hadn't done it in an eternity.

Castiel didn't know how long they had sat there, but after what felt almost like an eternity, silence returned to the small motel room.

Hannah's heartbreaking sobs stopped, her tears stopped and her fingers slowly let go of his shirt. The Seraph could feel how she relaxed more and more and when he was sure that all the tears had dried, he leaned a little away from her, lifted her head up with his hand and looked into her eyes.

"Is everything alright Hannah?"

She nodded, wiped away the remaining tears with the sleeve of her shirt and looked at him.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that," she whispered softly and she wanted to look away from the other angel.

She was embarrassed that Castiel had to watch how she had been crying.

Cautiously her face was turned back and before she could say anything, a pair of soft lips pressed against her forehead and this little tender gesture sparked a warmth in her heart she hadn't felt for a very long time.

All her worries from the past suddenly seemed to fall from her, made space for the warmth in her heart and the feeling of safety.

Castiel gave her a warm smile as he rested his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes that seemed to sparkle now.

"Now I want only one thing from you, Hannah."

The sparkle in her eyes turned to a quizzical look.

"Give me a smile."

Immediately her eyes clouded over again and she would have scooted away from him, if he wouldn't continue to hold her, so she turned only her eyes away from him, and this time Castiel let her do that.

"I can't Castiel."

It was only a whisper that left her lips, but the Seraph had yet heard it.

"Yes you can," was his terse reply and he turned his head a little, trying to look into her eyes again, but she didn't dare to look at him.

"Come on, Hannah. Only a small smile. Do it for me. Please."

At last she raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes and only fractions of a second later, her lips curled into a small smile.

A smile that made Castiel shiver…

"No Hannah. I want a real smile from you and not that."

"It's a smile."

"No it is not. But…"

Hannah raised her eyebrow, as Castiel gave her a small smirk and before she could ask him what suddenly was so funny, she felt his fingers at her sides and she suddenly had the urge...to laugh?

"... this is a smile," Castiel ended his sentence with a contented grin on his face when he saw how Hannah's lips involuntarily twisted into a big smile and she began to squirm against his teasing fingers, trying to shove his hands off her body and at the same time to scoot away from him and all the time she looked into his face and gave him questioning and confused looks, while at the same time trying not to laugh.

"What's wrong Hannah? What's so funny?"

Oddly Castiel's playful voice and his teasing words increased the need to laugh even more and Hannah noticed how her lips turned into a small grin and she fell back into the soft cushions; Castiel directly above her, his fingers didn't stop with what they were doing. Quite the contrary, because they wandered to her stomach and that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The dam broke and soon Hannah's laughter echoed through the motel room, which was mingled with an amused laugh from Castiel.

Feelings like these had hitherto been unknown to Hannah and she didn't know what she should do about it. She couldn't do much. Actually, she couldn't absolutely do anything. She writhed like a worm under Castiel's fingers, laughed, kicked her legs, playfully swatted at his hands, tried to curl up into a ball, but the Seraph always managed to turn her back on her back. Hannah knew that she couldn't do much against this "attack", because she didn't want to hurt Castiel. She was still a full-fledged angel and currently even more powerful than Castiel. Just one wrong move and the black-haired angel would be hurled against the wall.

Castiel meanwhile was under no worries about his well-being.

Oh no.

He couldn't get enough of the sight in front of him.

Hannah looked so happy when she laughed; like the little angel child she had been a long, long time ago. The sight and the sound of her bell-like laughter warmed Castiel's heart to the core and all the time he was infected by her cheerfulness and laughed along with her while teasing her incessantly. He made sure he didn't exaggerate it, that everything remained in the range of what is tolerable, because all these feelings were completely new to Hannah and he remembered very well the time when he had himself felt these feelings for the first time.

And Sam and Dean hadn't been as considerate as he was now...

A slight shudder went through his body at these memories and he tried to quickly banish them and tried to re-focus on the laughing angel under his nimble fingers.

However, he could no longer tease her that much, because Hannah managed to grab his hands and push them away from her body.

With a laugh on the lips Castiel let her push his hands away and it was not long until silence returned to the little room again.

Hannah looked like she was completely finished with the world.

Still giggling, she looked up at Castiel, who still gave her this big grin, freed one of his hands from her grip and wiped a small tear from her eye with his thumb.

And this time it weren't tears of sorrow...

"Are you okay?" he asked her, still with much amusement in his voice.

She nodded her head, but didn't break eye contact with him and her muscles were still tense, as if she feared he would "attack" her again at any moment.

"What was that?" she dared to ask him.

His grin widened.

"A good way to make you laugh and it looks like it worked perfectly on you."

Hannah felt her face heat up because of the words and she turned her face away from him and muttered something in Enochian that made Castiel laugh.

"Well I think it was very amusing," he teased her, for which he earned the evil eye which made him laugh again.

Still with a big smile on his lips, he leaned down to her and pressed his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.

"It's nice to see you happy again Hannah."

She smiled, leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on his cheek, which now made him blush.

"Thank you Castiel…for everything."

To Hannah's surprise the angel over her grinned mischievously at her and something sparkled in his eyes.

"Don't thank me too soon…"

Before she even got a chance to ask him what he meant by that, it was already too late. Castiel's lips twisted into a silly grin and his hands wandered back to her belly and all the time he kept his forehead pressed against hers, watching every little emotion in her face.

He loved to see how her eyes widened when she realized what he was doing, loved the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes when she began to laugh again, and he loved the sweet smile on her face and of course the sound of her wonderful laughter. And this time she fought hardly against his tickling fingers, which surprised him. When Sam and Dean had tickled him the first time, the two were successively hurled against the wall, when he no longer could control his heavenly forces. For Hannah it seemed to be different. No wonder, because Castiel was still careful not to overdo it. It should remain fun for both of them.

His fingers danced up and down her sides, before going to back to her stomach, wiggling gently but effectively over the shirt covered skin, making the muscles underneath twitch and her shriek.

"Life on Earth is not as bad as you thought, or am I wrong?" he teased, and he doubted that she had understood his words at all, so much she was laughing by now.

And Hannah really didn't know where her head was.

The tickling sensation of Castiel's nimble fingers was overwhelming and she couldn't remember the last time she had laughed so hard, as at this moment.

It just felt good to let go after all these terrible events and to be able to laugh and for that she was more than grateful.

Despite everything, she always tried to turn away from his tickling fingers or to push his hands away, but she couldn't. And as his fingers went from her stomach to her ribs and then wandered upwards to her armpits she couldn't take it anymore.

A shrill scream broke away from her throat. So loud that the light of the motel room flickered. Then her laughter went silent for a few seconds. She pressed her arms tightly against her body, but the other angel could still move his fingers underneath them.

She heard Castiel chuckle and when she opened her eyes she just saw how he bent his head down to her, still with this big, playful grin on his face.

"Let's see how you like that."

When he buried his face into the crook of her neck she squealed loudly and winced.

The fingers under her arms stopped moving around so fast, only teasing her a little here and there so she could calm down from her laughing fit and she just lay there and giggled. She tried to push away his head with her own, as he rubbed his nose teasingly over her skin, and the stubble on his cheeks didn't make it better for her, turned her giggling into soft laughter again and her fingers clawed at his shirt.

"C-Castiel...stohohop," she giggled when he was placing playful and teasing kisses on her neck.

She could feel how his lips curled into another grin and she heard him laugh against her skin.

"Too much?" he asked her and she nodded and squealed loudly, when the fingers under her arms moved briefly and when one last kiss was placed on her neck, before the Seraph pulled away from her and looked into her face again.

"I'm sorry if I've overdone it."

To his surprise, she gave him a gentle smile, which he loved to return.

"You didn't Castiel."

Again he grinned.

"I am relieved to hear that and you know what Hannah?"

"What?"

His grin became devilish.

"Then it's still enough time for the other side."

He didn't even wait for her answer and buried his face immediately afterwards into the other side of her neck and the whole game started all over again. The fingers under her arms awoke to life and when he blew a raspberry against her neck, a loud and surprised scream broke away from her throat and the light bulb above their heads shattered into a thousand pieces and enveloped them both in darkness.

Immediately Castiel stopped and withdrew his hands and sat up.

Both Angels looked at the broken lamp and then at each other.

Only seconds later, both broke out in loud laughter.

They laughed so much that they lay side by side on the bed after a short time and had to hold their bellies.

And this day proved it once again:

Laughter was simply the best medicine.

And it even worked on mighty angels of God...

The End