Still don't own anything....

I want a Transformer....

OMG had a few shots of vodka with some mates the other night, it tasted like paint stripper. XXD

Somehow, I woke in the motel room. I don't remember much from the previous night, walking to the park, talking to Castiel...The confrontation with Ruby.
My head hurt like you owuldn't believe. It's not fair. I always wake up with the headache.

"Morning sunshine" Deans beaming face looked at me from the table where he was eating a taco of sorts. I sat up "What time is it?" I held my head. Dean looked at his watch "One forty five pm" He smiled, taking abother bite of his food..If that's what you could call it.

I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed "How'd I get here?" I asked, a distorted look on my face. Dean looked at me "Castiel carried you. Said you fainted"

Shaking my head, I stood up. A little uneasy on my feet "I-I didn't faint. I DON'T faint" I pointed to myself and walked to the table. Sitting down and picking up what looked like a bagle.
"I didn't know what you wanted so..." Dean drifted off once I gave him a reassuring smile "Thanks Winchester" I took a bite and chewed. I wondered why I fainted, and why I couldn't remember doing it.

"So, this other brother issue. How are we going to sort it out?" I asked cautiously. Dean shrugged "Look, I appreciate everything that you've done for me. But I need to do this myself"
I shook my head "Tough. I became a part of this the second I realised that Ruby was here. So what are we going to do?"

Dean just stared at me. "Do I have something on my face?" I asked. Dean shook his head "No, no. It's just. You seem smart, intellegent. Why did you become a hunter?"
I adverted my gaze from the older hunter and looked at the stale green carpet "Everyone has a sob story about how they got into hunting. Most lost someone, most just stumbled upon the world of hunting..." I let a small smile cross my face as I remember my dad telling me about the things in the dark. He died three years ago.

Laughing, Dean took the finishing bite of his taco "If you didn't want to tell me, you just had to say so"
I smiled and finished my own food "Okay. I don't want to tell you" I smirked.
'Hannah. Please help me. Please don't let her suck you into killing me'

The smirk was insantly removed from my face "Look, I'm going out. Um, to a bar. Preferably. So if you need me, you know where I'll be" I stood up and walked out of the room. Probably leaving Dean to wonder why I suddenly wanted to leave.

The bar was relitivley crowded. Numerous sleezy men kept eying me up, liking what they see. If only I could say the same.
I moved towards an empty seat and slid on it, resting my hands on the bar. The male bartender walks up to me. "What can I get you gorgeous?" He asked. I think one of the hunters back at the roadhouse had more teeth then him "Ummm, just a few vodka shots thanks" I smile sweetly. The man winked at me and walked off.

A calming presence immediently filled the room. I turned my head and came face to face with Castiel "Damn it Cas. I'm going to tie a frigging bell on you!" I exclaimed, nearly falling off my seat.
The blue eyed angel turned to the bar, watching as the bartender placed a shot of vodka in front of me. I smiled my thanks and downed it. "So what are you doing here Castiel? I didn't think that a place full of more alcohol and drugs then Amsterdam would be your cup of tea" I smirked.

Castiel tilted his head to one side and looked at me "I'm here because I'm worried about you" He stated. I looked back at him "Huh? Why?" I asked.
"You fainted last night" He pointed out. I motioned the bartender for another drink and turned to the angel "That was a flawless piece of logic. But angels can't feel things"

"But why here? You could have bailed me up outside" I smiled as another vodka was placed in front of me. "If you were outide then that's where I would be. But this place seems more appropriate for your self pittying" Castiel stated, watching me drink my drink and ask for another.

Shaking my head, I let out a long sigh "I'm not self pittying, as you call it. I'm reminising" I lied. Well, sort of...
Castiel moved the drink out of my reach as the bartender placed another in front of me. He handed it to the man next to him, not breaking eye contact with me "Does it help your pain?" He asked.
I looked at him for a moment before breaking eye contact "Does what help my pain?"

"Making men unfaithful. The drinking sessions you have with yourself. The promiscuous attitude you have towards people" Castiel stated. Shaking my head, I moved off my seat "Obviously not"

I was suprised when Castiel pulled me back and stood face to face with me "Let me help you heal".
staring at him, I realised that he wasn't kidding. No one had ever wanted to help me before now.
"Why would one of god's angels want to help me?" I asked, moving towards the exit.
Castiel followed me outside "You don't think that you deserve to be helped?"

"No I don't. I-I'm a bad person. God hates me" I say a little too loud. Earning a few looks from passerbys.
Castiel fell into pace with me as we walked towards the motel "God doesn't hate you Hannah"
"Really? I shop lift, I cause destruction at the mall, I've been arrested more times then I've seen my mom. I've tried to kill myself..." I shake my head "If God loved me, he would have helped me when I needed him. Now if you don't mind, I have a demon to kill"