Ok, so there will be one more chapter after this and also a sequel. Also I want to say thank you tao all of you who have read, favorited, followed and reviewed Guardian Angel, I LOVE feedback!
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Hannah stood in Dean's arms, not letting go, seeking comfort. Cas had forgotten her and her grace had been restored, she was an angel. Her mind shifted through memory after memory as they swirled in a mess of shattered pieces of her heart. She sensed the angels as they were restored, one by one, their presence in her mind was made known to her. She knew what she had done was the right thing, but even that knowledge didn't lessen the pain of rejection.
Her tears began to cease as she simply ran out them, she had no more tears. Dean pulled back ever so slightly to turn her face up to him so he could wipe away the remainders of the droplets. His face was a mixture of wonder and concern. She was alive, he didn't know how, but he didn't really care, Hannah was alive and in his arms, if only for a moment. But she was hurt, not physically, not in a way he could bandage up and give her a pill for, but she was hurting emotionally and the fact that he couldn't fix that frustrated him.
Hannah sniffed, trying to keep her nose dry when she felt a pull. She glanced up at Dean.
"I'll be back." With that she vanished. Dean stood in the parking lot staring at the spot she had been standing only seconds before.
"Cas." Dean shouted as he stormed back into the room, only to find that Cas also had disappeared.
Hannah stood in a very white office room back in Heaven her boss from earth, Keren, stood before both Hannah and Castiel. Castiel glanced over at the other angel, who was she? Her eyes were rimmed with red, he had heard her crying down at the motel, but he didn't understand why.
"I wish to thank you for restoring us, Hannah. Or should I say Amaris?" Keren called her by her true mane and waited for her to respond.
Hannah looked at the midlevel angel in front of her, "I only did what was right, but please, I would like to be called Hannah." She watched as the woman glanced at a file on her desk, scanning the print, looking for something.
"Ah, yes, you probably would like to know what happened to you, don't you?"
Hannah allowed her silence to answer the question.
"Right, well, lets start with the basics, you are a guardian angel. You had been called up to Heaven on a routine check in when Castiel helped Metatron cast us out, you fell and struck your vessel's head. It took a few days, but I was able to find you. When I realized you had lost your memory, I took it upon myself to watch over you and try to help you in anyway I could." Keren tried to judge Hannah's reaction to the news, hoping she would fall for the half truth and maintain her trust.
Hannah waited until the other woman had finished speaking, guarding her expression.Who did this angel think she was? She was angry, how dare she accuse Castiel of helping Metatron.
"I bet this is a lot to take in, why do you sit down." She held her hand out to a large chair in the middle of the room before turned a cold eye to Castiel. "I will deal with you later, you may wait outside."
Cas turned to leave, he was confused, what was Keren talking about, he had helped Metatron do what?
"No. Castiel, please stay, I have something I would like to say." Hannah looked over at the angel she had addressed, and waited for him to turn back around.
"Hannah, you don't need to say anything, I understand that you are confused and I'm going to help. Now that we're in Heaven, I can restore your memories." Keren's sticky sweet smile directed itself to the guardian angel, who saw right past it.
"Restore the memories you think I should have, you mean." Hannah understood exactly what was going on, Keren wanted to control what she could remember, what she knew, but Hannah would not stand for that. She would not allow this inferior ranking angel to control her and gain power.
"Hannah, that's not-"
"I am talking, Keren. Did you think that I would allow you to hedge my memories for any longer then you already have? I know that I didn't not simply hit my head, you took my memories, tried to control what I knew. As I was cast down, without a vessel, Father provided one for me so that I would survive without my grace. And when I restored the angels, do you think that I did not feel my graces returning?"
Keren took a step toward her, if she was going to gain control she would need to act fast.
"Hannah, you must be getting flashes of your memories, let me help you sort them out."
"I do not need my memories 'sorted' by you. I died to retrieve Castiel's grace and it was God who raised me again and when He raised me, He restored my memories. All of my memories."
Keren was losing her, she need to get her in the chair, need to gain control. Keren pulled her angel blade out and pointed it at Hannah, she would get the guardian, even is she had to force her.
"Hannah just sit down in the chair and we can sort this out."
Keren was no match for Hannah.
"I am a Guardian Angel. I was assigned to protect the Winchesters, by God, not by an Arch Angel, but by the Lord Himself. Do you wish to challenge me?" Hannah pulled out the sword of a high ranking guardian, and held it in front of her body, ready for the challenge. "I am a Silver Guardian, appointed by God, you shall not stand in my way and you shall not compromise my assignment for your lust for power." Hannah allowed two silver wings to show, filling the room.
Keren saw the rank that Hannah's weapon and wings signified, and backed away, she knew she had lost, there was no way that she could beat her in a fight, with weapons that is.
"You can not guard them while in your vessel, you must return to you true form." Keren was grasping at straws or words and obscure rules, anything to get the upper hand.
"Do you believe that a mid-ranking angel as yourself can tell me what I can and can not do? I may have once need to report to you, but you are forgetting what my name Amaris means, it means "chosen by God", the day I received my assignment was the day I was promoted and renamed. I no longer answer to you."
Keren was lost, she could not longer fight for power against Hannah, she was not only out ranked, but out skilled, Hannah was a warrior, highly trained and very competent at he job. But even though Hannah had won, Karen couldn't help but to simply gain something, she couldn't fight her, but she could throw rules at her.
"It is unheard of for a guardian angel to have a vessel while they watch over the earth."
"Considering I am the reason that the angels have been restored and taken back into Heaven, I think I am allowed a little leeway with the common practices. I shall keep my vessel and I shall complete my assignment while doing so." Hannah knew that her power was greater then Keren's, she also knew that Keren understood that she had nothing left to fight with, not power, not rules, not words.
Keren sighed, giving up, she waived at Hannah to leave but when she called for Castiel to accompany her, Keren could not let that happen. They had to make sure that Castiel could do no more damage to Heaven.
"Castiel will not be returning with you, he must pay for his actions." Keren held out a hand between the two angels, signifying the separation they must have. She saw Hannah turn around and face her, lightning flashed in her eyes, and Keren was frightened.
"Castiel did not partake in the casting out of angels, Metatron used him as the last trial. And if being tricked and lied to requires punishment he has already suffered enough, believe me, I saw it first hand." Hannah had walked toward Keren, invading the angel's space, forcing her to retreat her position. "He will be returning with me."
Dean looked up at Sam, who was still standing by the table, unsure what to do or make of what had just happened. He ran through what he had seen in his head. Cas and Metatron had been arguing in the motel room with someone that neither of the brother saw, then there was a blinding light, and Cas had seemingly forgotten the past year. Yeah that about covered it. Oh, wait, Hannah ROSE FROM THE DEAD. Dean's head was reeling, but before he could try to see how Sam was dealing with everything, Hannah and Cas popped back up in the room. Right away Dean noticed that Hannah looked different, she was calmer, more confident, like she knew who she was and what she was doing in the world. She looked good, really good. You can't go there man, she's still Cas's girl.
"Uh, Hannah?" Sam looked at the angel, uncertain of what was going on. "What, what happened?" In a matter of half an hour Sam realized Dean loved Hannah, Hannah had died, Dean had left and come back from the bar (mumbling something about a promise not to leave), Cas had seemingly given up on life, Metatron had showed up, the angles had been restored, Hannah came back from heaven, she and Cas had left and returned. It had been a long day, and it wasn't even noon yet.
Hannah looked over at the brothers, both were standing, uncertain. She walked over to them, motioning for them to sit down in the chairs while she sat on the end of the bed.
"Do you want me to start at the beginning, or do you want to ask questions?" She glanced between the two, she felt Cas's presence as he walked up next to Sam.
"Are you an angel?" Dean was leaning forward, arms on his knees, tense. Leave it to Dean to get right to the point.
"Yes. I am a Guardian Angel." She let the information sink in a little bit.
"So, are you gonna to have leave?" Sam watched the woman, angel sitting across from him. He knew that he had only known her a very short time, but he would be sorry to see her go. At least it would be easier for Dean.
"I have to return to watch over those I was assigned. Usually a Guardian is not on Earth, but watches from above, I, however, wish to stay on earth with them." Hannah was taking liberties from heaven, bending the rules, but she would not force herself on the Winchesters unless they were willing to take her.
"Wish too?" Dean questioned her. His face was stone, she was leaving him, them, she had someone to protect, somewhere more important to be.
"I have watched over the family for years but now I want to stay with them on Earth, but to do that I would need their permission." She saw Sam's face fall, she wanted to tell them, to ask them if she could stay, but even after watching these men for so long, she didn't know how. Sam excused himself and left the room, Castiel followed him and Hannah hoped that he wasn't going to tell Sam that they were her assignment.
"So your going to leave?" Dean looked at her, eyes guarded.
"I'm going to stay with the family I was assigned." She looked back at him, he was putting up a front, a mask to hide his emotions.
"They're lucky." Dean breathed out the words before he could think about it, before he talked himself out of it.
"What do you mean?"
"They're luck to have you watching over them. You're a special woman Hannah, I'm going to miss yo-, having you here to" Dean cleared his throat. "Sam will miss having someone to talked to." What am I saying?
"I confess I'm nervous, I'm not sure how to ask them."
"They would be crazy not to accept you." His mask was falling, his eyes were gentle, soaking in everything about her before she disappeared, at least this time he knew she would be alive.
"If I was assigned to you and Sam, would you take me in?" This was the moment, the moment that would depict how she would protect her assigned. Hannah was scared, truly scared, she held her breath as she waited for Dean to answer.
"In a heart beat."
Hannah let go of her breath and her grin lit up the room, Sam walked back in the room at that moment.
"Sam, it looks like your stuck with me." Her happiness radiated from her face, they would let her stay.
"What? I though you -" He lost steam, Sam tried to remember if he had ever been this confused. He looked down at his older brother. Dean's face was a mixture of confusion, happiness, shock and a second heaping scoop of confusion.
"Hannah, back up. Who are you assigned too?" Dean was going to get too the bottom of this even if it took all day.
"I was assigned to you and Sam." Hannah saw the blank looks on the brothers faces, she glanced around to see if she could spot Cas, he was better at getting the basics out, not gentle, but you understood exactly where you stood. But the restored angel was not in the room, she felt a tinge on sorrow as the wound of his dejection was still fresh.
"Why don't you start from the beginning." Dean's statement pulled her back. Right, yes, she need to explain everything.
"Ok," Where to start? "There are two types of Guardian Angels, Common Guardians, and Personal Guardians. Common Guardians watch over the Earth in general. They are not assigned a family, they watch over, usually a region of the earth with a few other angels. They keep an eye out for car crashes, children on streets, traffic hour, accident in the house, and things like that. Personal Guardians, or Ranked Guardians are assigned to certain person or family, usually someone who is important, kings, presidents, prime ministers, prophets, missionaries and the like. These angels are trained at a much higher level and are ranked according to skill and importance of their assigned." She paused to asses their reactions, so far their eyes were not too glazed over, although, she might be loosing Dean.
"What does that have to do with us?" Dean found the history lesson absolutely riveting, not, but he was interested in why a common guardian would want or even be able to stay on earth with them.
"Because, I was assigned to you. I am a Silver Guardian, one of only five in the world, and there has only ever been one Gold Guardian. I was assigned to you after you mother pleaded with God. When she entered heaven, she ask that an angel be assigned to watch over you and your brother because she could not do so any longer. God looked into the future and saw who you and your brother would become and reassignment me."
"Are we that dangerous that we need to be guarded?" Sam was worried, if they needed a guard, what were they going to do that needed to be stopped?
"Dangerous? No, you are not guarded because you are a threat, you were assigned a Guardian so that you could be protected." She could see that they didn't particularly believe her. "I was taken from my post watching over a family that are decedents of royalty to watch over you and your brother. I was chosen by God Himself to watch over you. You and Dean are best hunters the world has ever known. Do you not know how special you are? Can you not see how important? I am here to help defend you."
Dean could not see how what she saying could be true, they were important? She had been protecting them? Yeah right.
"Well, I sure feel warm and fuzzy inside."
"Dean you don't need to be sarcastic about it." Hannah knew that he was just trying to deal with things, but she had had a very long day and really just wanted a very long, very hot shower. She wondered slightly how many of the human preferences would stick around before Dean once again pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Well if you've been protecting us, you've been doing a peachy job." Dean didn't believe that he and Sam had a Guardian Angel, let alone one that was protecting them, if she had, where had she been all these years?
"Do you understand how hard it is to watch over you? You literally go and search for trouble. I have the difficult job of finding the very thin line and balancing the extremely touchy weights between keeping you safe and allowing you to save the world. Did you never wonder about the extra few seconds that allow you to reach your knife, or the feeling in the pit of your stomach that something is coming? What raises the hair on the back of your neck when you are not paying attention? What gives you the uneasy feeling that something is coming or the sudden need to hurry up and leave? What gives you that last burst of energy and strength when you have nothing left to give? It's me. Whispering to your soul, telling you to leave, warning you of coming danger, blocking an enemy just long enough for you to get your weapon. I have always watched over you, both of you." Hannah saw the wheels in Sam's head turning, he looked at her, accepting her answer and her position. Dean was not as sure as Sam was, what she had said made sense, but why would God give them such a high ranking Angel? Sammy, sure, Sam was a wonder and Dean would welcome the help in watching over him, but himself? That Dean couldn't believe.
"So what happens now? Do you go back to heaven or become invisible or what?" Dean was torn between wanting her to go, to take away the temptation and not ever wanting to loose her again, once was more then enough. A look of remorse crossed her face. She going to leave. Dean felt his heart drop. He was no longer torn. He would rather have her with them and not be able to have her then to have her leave.
Hannah heard him suggest her leaving, was he taking back his offer of allowing her to stay? Sure she hadn't truly asked is she could stay, but he did say if she asked she would be welcomed.
"I, I though I would stay on earth, and fight along side you and Sam, stay with you." Her voice was soft, unsure and questioning.
Dean checked his relief. He knew it would be hard having her so near by, but he would rather fight himself then to not know she was safe.
"Then you will." Dean felt a ray of light in him as she smiled, her relief visible.