It's me again! Disclaimer: I do not in anyway own Supernatural, Dean or Sam Winchester or Castiel. I do own the plot line and Hannah
By the time that Hannah and Cas got back to the house, Dean had gone though half the pie and was happily working on the second half. The jug of milk was sitting on the table and an almost empty glass was sitting beside the pie. It was evident that Dean felt at home, given that most the milk was gone.
"You guys are going to need more milk." Their welcome home was truly heartfelt. "Also, this pie?" Dean closed his eyes, tilted his head, clicked his tongue, and make the okay sign with his hand. "It's magic."
"I'm glad it meets with your approval," Hannah couldn't help but smile at the man who, for the first time in a long time, had relaxed and was a peace, even if it was only for a moment. The fact the he had eaten nearly all the pie and most the milk was now gone, was over looked as she left Cas's side to find the younger Winchester brother, which regarding the small square footage of the house, didn't take long. Sam was asleep on the couch, laptop open and on his lap, while books and pads of papers were left within easy reach. Hannah gently moved the computer, books and paper to the coffee table and plugged the nearby cord in to charge the laptop before she covered him with a light blanket. As she did, she could't shake the feeling of responsibility she felt for the brothers and wondered why she felt the need to watch over the two men she had just met. She couldn't have known them before, they had given no sign of recognition when she first opened the door and they had introduced themselves. Why than, why after knowing these men less then three days she felt completely at ease and safe with these two rough men.
She sighed, shrugging it off and joined the two men in the kitchen. Cas had grabbed a fork in her absence, had joined Dean at the table and had helped him finish off the pie. The milk was gone and the pie tin was nearly clean as Dean had all but licked the dish. She smiled as she leaned against the door frame watching the men. They both looked up, Dean had a satisfies look on his face while Cas still held apprehension.
"I'm telling you, magic." Dean dropped his fork in the dish and stretched out in his chair. Hannah pushed herself off the doorframe and gathered up the breakfast dishes, and threw the empty milk carton away.
"Where is Sam?" Cas glanced around the small room as Hannah filled the dishwasher.
"He's sleeping on the couch. Was he up late researching?" She glanced over a the relaxed Dean and instantly regretted her question. At her question, Dean tensed up, moving from his stretched out position into a stiff upright one and laced he hands together, resting them on the table.
"Yeah, he does that most nights. How did you know?" He turned in his seat to see her pause before dropping a fork in the washer.
"I don't know." A soft answer and a shake of the head were soon replaced by a forced smile. "Is there anything you want at the store? I'm going to pick up a few things." She dried her hands before she grabbed a nearby list. Cas held a worried look that Hannah feared would become perpetual, while Dean pointed to the pan in the dishwasher.
"What ever you need to make another one of those treasures."
A soft smile graced her lips at the request as she grabbed her keys.
Cas looked around the house anxiously, Hannah had been gone longer then she should have, it was a short list and the store wasn't that far away. Dean had checked the salt barrier, twice. He was just as uneasy as Cas was. They had been in town three days and it had been to quiet. He knew staying here was getting more dangerous by the day, but he didn't want to uproot Hannah. Cas had told him about what had happened, how she had lost her memory and he didn't want to take her away from the few things that were familiar to her and throw her back into a world of uncertainty. He just wanted to get the whole thing done with, so she could get back to her life. Get the trials over so they could leave and take the danger with them. So she would be safe. As he made his third loop of the house, he kept telling himself that he cared this much about the safety of all those they helped, but as of right now, he wasn't convinced.
Sam was still sleeping. Good, let him sleep as long as he could. After nearly completing the trials to close the gates of Hell, Sam had barely slept, heck, Sam had barely lived. But Dean had stayed with him, nursing him back to health and watching over him like he always did, always would do, but Sammy was strong. How would Hannah be able to bare not only the weight, but the pain of the trials? He knew the first trial had taken a lot out of her, even if she wouldn't show it. Dean sighed, why had he let her go to the store alone?
Hannah was on her way back to from the store when she saw a young mother walking down the road, trying to wrangle her toddler and carry groceries at the same time. Hannah pulled the car over to the side, her arm began to shine as pain shot up her body. She clutched it to her chest as she waited for the pain to dull. As the glow diminished, she rolled her window down.
"Would you like a ride?" She called to the mother as she passed. The young woman looked uneasy about the offer, but when the child had a melt down, she accepted. Hannah placed the bags in the trunk and grabbed a booster chair that she carried due to her job at the daycare. With mom and child safely buckled, Hannah turned, following the directions given to her.
"You can drop us off here." The young mom pointed to a street corner in a lower economy shopping center. Hannah looked around and knew this could not be where the mother lived. Go the extra mile, the four words of the second trial ran through her mind.
"You live here?" Hannah raised her eyebrow as she turned in her seat at the red light.
"No, but you have already go so far out of your way, this will be fine."
"It's not a problem, where is your house?"
The young woman was tired, too tired for her age. She gave Hannah new directions and soon they pulled up to small house that was in need of repairs. As Hannah parked, two more children come out of the house and Hannah was filled with compassion for the family. She unloaded the groceries, handing them to the older children, she handed them her bags as well, knowing she would be gone when the young woman realized what she had done and return the food. She waved at the family as she drove away, turning down a nearby street, she stopped the car as pain washed over her. Both arms glowed blue, and agony rippled through her. Tears came to her eyes as the burning continued. She used all the strength in her to push the pain away and fight the torment of the trial. She gasped for breath as the pain settled into a dull throbbing, the second trial was done, only one left. Hannah tossed on her blinker and drove back to the store.
"Where have you been?" Cas grabbed the grocery bags out of her hands as she stumbled in from the garage door.
"I had to make an unexpected stop." She explained, breathing hard. She dropped both hands on the counter and leaned on it heavily. Dean saw the exhaustion and pain buried in her eyes, trying to be hidden.
"You completed the second trial, didn't you?"
She nodded, resting her elbows on the counter and hung her head, unable to keep it up. Cas came up beside her and placed a hand on her back, she responded by leaning into him, resting her head on his shoulder, against his neck. Cas's eyebrows gathered together as he felt the heat radiating off her body.
"Dean, somethings not right with Hannah."
Dean joined the couple and placed the back of his hand on the side of Hannah's face, she was burning up. Dean rummaged through a few cabinets before he found a glass, filling it up with cold water he handed to to Hannah. He left the room, on a mission to find an aspirin or two. His search was interrupted by an adrenaline filled Sam.
"They found us." Three words, filled with so much meaning, made Dean spring into action. Disregarding the bottle of pain killers, Dean bolted behind Sam down the short hallway. They found three demons in a half circle around Cas and Hannah, pushing them farther in to the kitchen.
Hannah stumbled backwards, groggy, pain filled eyes crossed with confusion begged for help, while Cas shielded her with his body from the uninvited guests.
"What, you don't want to play with me?" Dean called across the room, trying to pull the demons away from the unarmed couple. Sam looked over and gave him a Really? Look that Dean shrugged off as two of the demons fell for the bait. Adrenaline pumped through Deans veins as the intruders moved toward them, also an unidentified anger. The brothers made short work of the two and turned to the remaining demon. Cas was trying desperately to fight it off without a weapon. Hannah was a few steps behind him, leaning against the counter, she glanced down at the drawers she was near and slowly bent down. Opening the third drawer, she pulled out a long double edged dagger, Dean saw her fight lightheadedness as she stood.
"You're out numbered and I'm slightly offended that your not paying attention to me." Dean called from behind the demon, drawing attention to himself and away from the unsteady woman. The demon gripped Cas's coat and tossed him aside.
"You are not what we came here for." The demon tossed over his shoulder squaring up with Hannah, who held her hand with the blade behind her back.
"Oh, yeah, what are you here for?" Cas stood, slowly, challenging the black eyed man.
"The Guardian."
"The what?" Sam looked over at Dean, confusion overriding fear. The demon turn to address Sam's query and Hannah took a chance. She pushed off the counter and plunged her blade into the demons heart. Lightning flashed in his eyes at the fatal blow and he fell to his knees before falling over, dead. All three men looked at her in complete and utter shock. Hannah stood in the middle of the kitchen with a bloody knife in hand. As she looked at the blood she began to waiver. Cas stepped in and caught her as she began to crumple.
"Easy does it." He helped her into a chair and took the bloody knife out of her hand, placing it on the table. Dean glanced down at he blade, he turned and motioned to Sam to start gathering their things.
"Where did you get an angel blade?" Dean looked back down at the shaking woman in the chair, his voice was stern.
"A what?" Her voice shook.
"An angel blade, last time I checked you couldn't buy one on the shopping channel."
"I don't know."
"Dean." Cas's tried to calm his friend down.
"No, Cas, I want to know where she got the blade." Dean brushed aside Cas's plead.
"I DON'T KNOW!" Tears filled her eyes. Hannah truly had no idea where the blade had come from, how she knew where it was, or how she knew it would kill that thing. Mortification took over the fear as she realized that she had just killed someone. Hannah jumped out of her seat and puked in the trash can.
"Enough Dean." Cas's tone left no room for discussion as he when to Hannah's side. Sam walked in, giving Dean the message that they were ready to go. Dean took a deep breath before asking if there was anything sentimental that Hannah wanted to bring with her. Cas understood that they needed to leave and when to pack a few things.
"Sergeant." Hannah looked up at he man who had asked the question.
Damn, he had forgotten about the dog.
"You can't take the dog."
Hannah began to protest, she was groggy from the now constant pain, but she protested none the less.
"He'll slow us down and make us easier to find. We'll be gone a week, maybe two, then you can come back to the mutt."
She was too tired to fight, so she muttered something about asking her boss to watch him. Dean made a mental note to go with her to drop of the dog so he could ask this boss of hers a few questions. Hannah made a move toward the phone before she doubled up in pain, a slight glow coming from her arms. Dean took a few long strides and rubbed her back.
"Hang in there, we're almost done."
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