Hello my lovelies! Well here is another chapter for you to enjoy. Also a note, if it is in italics, it is most likely a though from one on the characters. Thank you to all who have reviewed, followed and favorited Guardian Angel, it means the world to me!

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Dean knew it was too late, Hannah had started the trials.

"Sit down Sammy."

Dean dropped a hand on Cas's shoulder and pointed out the slight burn marks on the tile where his footprints had been and also the slight glow of Hannah's fingers. He watched as Cas sank into a chair, defeat, depression and a large dose of guilt rested in his eyes. Cas has made it clear that he wanted Hannah to be kept in the loop of what was happening, but was to no way be involved in the trials. That was Cas's job, to fix his mistake and fulfill the trials. Now? Now Cas had to watch the woman he loved bare the burden.

Sam had sat down, trusting his brother, not understanding, but trusting. Hannah repeated the process on Sam as she did on Cas, taking the position of a servant to clean the feet of the weary. Finished, Hannah scooted her things until she was kneeling at Dean's feet. He clenched his jaw and made fists with his hands as she took off his boots. He was tired, he had been at this for to long. This lifestyle, this job was taking a toll on him. He was tired of the strain, the consent moving, the pain, the guilt and now another innocent was going to take the fall. He absent reached for a drink that wasn't there. Why had they come? Why did he make her stay? He could have avoided this, saved her the pain, but now he would have to watch her go through the trials, just like he had had to watch Sam. Cas had told him that he was going to go through with them, at the time Dean had outwardly nodded, but inside had no intention of watching someone else he cared about through them, not even Cas, not matter what he felt he need to do, not while Dean was there. He was going to take it on, take on the pain, the consequences, be the big brother and take care of everyone, but now? Now he had to watch Hannah go through them.

Hannah gently slipped Dean's boots off his feet, then placed each sock into their respective boot. Taking the warm rag she began to wash his feet. As she did, she imagined she was washing away the pain, the sorrow, the exhaustion, everything that had taken the light from his eyes. She washed away the betrayals, the bad memories, the broken trust, and the nightmares. She wanted so badly to help him, to bring him back to the man he used to be, the man who cared about life and had a will to live. She wanted to heal him.

When the last bit if dirt was gone, Hannah dropped the washcloth into the bowl. Her hand began to burn as a the veins in her arm took on a blue light that spread up her right arm. She gasped in pain and surprise as she fell back holding her arm. Fear filled her eyes as she looked up at Cas. Cas looked down at her, his face showed the grief he felt as well as the guilt he carried.

"What's happening?" Panic filled Hannah's voice, Cas could only look at the frightened woman.

"You started the first trial, now you are the one who must finish them." Cas had no idea how to handle the emotions that he was feeling, he was filled with pain that oriented from so many other emotions, grief, guilt, love, and the feeling of letting Hannah down to name the few he could place. "I'm sorry." He offered the superficial words before walking away to look out the nearby window. He was lost, he didn't know what to do, or how to help. He knew Hannah was in pain, but what could he do to help? He couldn't heal her without his grace, not that he was sure he could heal this kind wound, but what was he suppose to do in this situation?

Hannah watched as he walked away and she began to tremble. She could feel a war starting in her body, whatever the blue light was in her had started to fight against her very being. The two sides pulled against her and she felt like she had no control. Through the mist two strong arms grabbed her arms and a deep voice rose above the pain.

"You gotta fight. Hannah look at me. You got this Hannah, you can't give up."

Hannah pushed the pain to the side, forcing it to wait while she dealt with the intruder. She forced the light down back into her arm, once again taking control. The trial was strong, but she was stronger, it yielded to her, but not before leaving her tired and worn out. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Dean kneeling before her, grasping her arms holding her upright.

Hannah had started to panic, Cas had been no help, as usual, and Dean was not going to leave her high and dry. He grabbed her arms, grounding her. After she calmed down and opened her eyes, Dean helped her back into a chair, he pushed a cup of coffee, his, over to her, from which she took a few soothing sips. He waited for her to take a few more breaths before he grabbed a cup, Sam's, and downed the mug. Sam scowled at the realization that his coffee had been stolen, before trying to strategize, with Hannah taking on the trials their whole plan had been turned on it's head.

Dean watched as Hannah tried to come to grips with the situation, and deeming her able to cope, per say, he left her with Sam, giving him the 'watch her' sign before he joined Cas at the window.

"You wanna tell me what happened back there?" Dean was pissed. His arms were crossed against his chest and he stood ridged beside his friend. "Because for a guy who claims to love someone. Leavin' her high and dry while she is trying to deal with a trial, isn't my idea of love. I could be wrong, but, oh I don't know, maybe standing by her while she has a panic attack might have been a good idea." Dean didn't wait for the response before heading back to the table. Hannah had calmed down and was slowly eating her muffin, mainly to have something to do with her hands, if Dean hadn't known better, he would never had guessed that just a few minutes ago she was on the verge of a complete break down.

"What happens next?" She looked between the brothers, before Sam began to answer. Dean knew that Sam was more qualified to answer her inquiry, so he muttered something about checking the perimeters. He turned, looking for Cas, who wasn't there, typical angel, before grabbing a bag of salt. He salted the windows and around the door before he moved down that hall, he had done this so many times it was second nature to him and allowed his mind to wander.

There was absolutely nothing in the house that made it a home, not even in the bedroom. Even in the Bat cave things had started to accumulate, making even the large bachelor pad look more and more like a home, but here in Hannah's house, there was nothing. She and Cas had lived there a year and it was still just a house. On top of the lack of personality on the house, there was still the issue of her 'dizzy' spell earlier in the kitchen. Dizzy spell my butt. Dean didn't know what it was, but it sure as heck wasn't a dizzy spell, but what ever it was, he didn't like it.

Sam watched as Hannah let the information about his experience settle in. He had nearly closed the gates of Hell, but Dean had stopped him, saving him from death. Dean had chosen family over making his life of fighting demons easier and Hannah respected that. Even though she didn't like the fact that Sam had gone through all that pain, she wasn't going to lie, she was glad to have someone beside her who understood what was happening.

Sam shifted in his chair, fidgeting with the paper of trials, it was clear that something was on his mind, but he was unsure how to ask his question so he fell back on a 'safe' topic.

"What do you think the other trials are? I mean, 'go the extra mile' and 'reinstate an angel' aren't exactly clear cut instructions." Sam was still avoiding his real inquiry by reading aloud the remanding two trials.

"Well according to Matthew 5, Christ said that if some one asked you to walk a mile with them, walk two." Hannah absently picked at the remains of her muffin. "The washing of the feet comes from Mark 13 when Christ washed the feet of his disciples. Both passages are about serving others, taking on more then you are asked to lower yourself and exalt another."

Sam was impressed, she knew her bible, but he was also slightly uneasy, what if she knew more then she led on, and who was this woman.

"I didn't realize you were religious." Sam prodded gently. Hannah's head snapped up from her pile of crumbs.

"I-I'm not, I … I don't know where that came from." Complete surprise and utter shock showed in her face. Sam was now just as perplexed as she was, but he also flirted with suspicion.

"I don't understand. You say things, then look surprised at what came out of your mouth. Why?"

Sam wasn't angry at her, strictly saying, but he was more then ready for some answers. Answers for her strange behavior, on why there was nothing personal in the house and why she knew what was going on, but at the same time didn't.

"I don't know."

That was helpful, not. Sam's eyebrows gathered together in frustration and confusion.

Hannah, sighed. She knew questions about her past and her behavior would come up sooner or later. Just get it over with.

"About a year and a half ago I woke up in a hospital bed. I didn't know where I was or who I was. The nurses told me that I had been found on the side of the road, unconscious, the victim of a hit and run. A few days later a woman came in looking for me. She said that I worked for her at a nearby daycare, and that my name was Hannah. She had gotten worried when I hadn't shown up for work. She helped me get back on my feet."

Hannah told Sam the cliff notes version. There was no need to explain the confusion, pain and sense of loss she had felt, still felt. Or the difficulties of learning how to work in the culture, the overwhelming loneliness, or the feeling of constant loss. That even at the job she had been told she had been working at for years, still felt like an outsider, that she didn't belong and was not even meant to be there. There was no need to tell him about the emptiness she felt.

"You haven't regained any of your memory?" A pitying look entered into Sam's eyes as his demeanor changed at her testimony, a look that Hannah instantly hated.

"No." Her resolute answer caused Sam to look down, she clearly didn't want his pity, but he couldn't help but think about how he would react if he lost his memory. What about if it had been Dean? Sam shuttered at the thought of having his brother standing before him without it really being him.

Dean chose that moment to walk back into the room and declare that he was going to go look for Cas.

"I'll go, I know where he'll be." Hannah stood slowly, "There's a pie in the fridge, Cas insisted that I make two, help yourself."

Whatever Dean's argument about her leaving had been was lost as he walked over to the kitchen. Sam stood, offering to go with her, but he was politely turned down. After she walked out, Dean returned to the table with the pan of berry pie and a fork.

"Shouldn't someone have gone with her?" Sam watch her turn down the sidewalk from the window.

"Cas will be with her." Dean cut a generous slice of pie. He closed his eyes in pleasure and a slight moan of escaped his lips. "This woman is a magician in the kitchen."

Sam sighed as he sat on the couch, pulling out his laptop.

Hannah walked to the nearby park and sat on a bench that overlooked the small pond.

"It's not your fault." She addressed the man in the trench coat that sat beside her. She glanced over at him, Cas was tense, his arms rested, palms down on top of his legs, staring off, passed the pond. He slowly turned to look at the woman he had fallen in love with. His expressive eyes were unable to hide the sense of responsibility he felt or the pain and consistent guilt.

"You were not suppose to take on the trials. You have no idea what they will do to you."

Hannah turned at looked at him, her emotions showing threw her brave face.

"I'm not going to pretend that I'm not scared, but what's done is done. I might not know what will happen, but I do know that I can't do it without you." A look of remorse flashed in the man's eyes before he gathered her in his arms.

"Do not fear, I will stand beside you."

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