A/N: I still don't own anything you recognise….And I'm still amazingly bored…

"I don't need a lot of things.
I can get by with nothing.
But all the blessings life can bring.
I've always needed something.
But I've got all I want when it comes to loving you.
You're my only reason.
You're my only truth..."
I Need You- LeAnne Rimes.

Dean had been screaming himself hoarse for the last two hours. Screaming for Castiel to come and help him. To help Hannah.
"You son of a bitch Castiel. She needs you now more then ever. She loves you. And you refuse to come down and save her. Well you must be as shallow as I thought" He turned around to go back into the house but turned around "You know, I have no idea why Hannah wastes her time pining on you. It's not like you will ever prove or show her how much you love her. If you even do" His throat was finally beginning to hurt as he turned around again.

"I do love her" A smooth voice stated from behind him. Dean once again turned around and came face to face with Castiel "Then come on Cass. She needs you" He stated to the angel. Castiel wrestled with his inner judgement. He had been warned not to interfere with anything that was about to happen with Hannah, although Zachariah was tight lipped about what was going to happen. He had been threatened with him finally falling if he did interfere.
"…..No" Castiel stated. Zachariah's threat finally scaring him enough to actually refuse to help Hannah. The one remarkable woman who had made him feel things he had never thought possible.

Dean stared at the angel in shock "What?" He asked in disbelief. Never in a hundred years would he think that Castiel would refuse to help Hannah.
"I can't help her" Castiel said a little more clearly.
"No. Screw you Castiel. You need to help her. I know you love her. You just told me so yourself. She is in so much pain at the moment. What has you so scared that you won't even help her?" Dean was up in Castiel's face by this point. But the angel was unmoving "What would you have me do to help her?" He asked.

"I don't know. Anything. Please Cass. Please just save her" Dean begged. He would do anything Castiel asks him to do if only he does this one favour for him. Save Hannah.
Castiel seemed to contemplate this for a moment but his decision was still the same "No. If I help her, we will all be hunted and killed. Especially Hannah" He stated harshly.
Dean shook his head "If anything is worth dying for Cass. It's saving someone you love" He tried so hard to plead with Castiel. But the angel seemed to stick by his earlier decision "I can't…."He felt his heart break as he said those words.
Turning away, Dean turned his head and looked at Castiel "You know, I stand by my earlier statement. You can't love Hannah enough if you can actually bare to see her in pain" He turned his head back around and walked into the house.

Castiel stood rooted to the spot.
He regretted everything he had just said and done.

Hannah let out a small scream as the pain in her head continued. The voices echoed through her head.
The time is almost here
"How long do you think this will go on for?" Sam asked as he looked up from the book he was reading.
Sweat was falling down Hannah's face.
Bobby shook his head and patted his daughter's forehead with a damp washcloth "I don't know" He looked up as Dean walked into the room, a scold on his face. "How'd it go?" Bobby asked from the table he was sitting on.
"He won't do it. Don't know why. But he just won't" Dean looked worriedly at Hannah as her hands flew up to her head.

"Oh my God!" She shouted "Make it stop" She continued to scream "Castiel. Please" She begged with her eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Bobby looked down at his little girl. Seeing how much pain she was in. Seeing how she begged for Castiel.
Dean rummaged through his duffle bag and pulled out a small bottle of pills. Tipping two into his open palm, he handed them to Bobby "Give these too her. They'll make her sleep". The older man didn't ask why Dean had sleeping pills, but he knew when Dean was ready to talk, he will.
Helping Hannah to sit upright, Bobby asked his daughter to open her mouth "Hannah. Can you open your mouth for me?".
Hannah nodded and did as she was told. Her father quickly placed the pills in her mouth and made her drink some water on the table.
She swallowed the pills and laid back down, her eyes slowly closing "Where's Cass?" She mumbled tiredly.
Bobby stroked his daughter's hair "He's not coming" He told her. Hannah felt the voices growing louder but her eyes falling shut.
Her heart feeling the pain as she realised her angel wasn't saving her this time.

** The grass was luscious and green. Children played on the play equipment. Squealing as they chased each other. The sound of innocence.
Hannah sat on the brown wooden bench, sitting Indian position. Her mahogany hair blowing gracefully in the wind.
Here there were no voices. In her dreams her mom never died. She never hunted.
She was normal.
The feeling of calm was broken when she felt another presence. Turning to her left, she saw Castiel sitting next to her.
"Don't…" She started before he could even begin to speak.
Castiel understood how angry she was at him for not being there for her "There's something you need to know" He began.
"I don't care anymore Castiel. You weren't there. I'm suffering…" She pointed to her temple.
"For millennia. We have wondered how a certain prophecy would come about…" Castiel started anyway, not really caring if she was listening or not. But he was praying she was.

Hannah shook her head and continued to watch the children play "So?" She mumbled as she rested her arms along her leg.
"Only the child of Wednesday shall be guided by Thursday" He finished.
"So?" Hannah repeated, un-crossing her legs and stretching them out in front of her.
Castiel turned and faced her "You were born on a Wednesday Hannah" He pointed out.
"Me and millions of other people" She turned to watch her mother sitting on a bench rocking a baby in her arms. Her.
Castiel followed her line of sight and smiled softly "She watches over you every second of the day Hannah. Never doubt that" He said as if he had read her mind.

"What does the prophet mean?" Hannah changed the subject from her mother and returned to what Castiel was speaking to her about earlier.
Castiel looked down "Ever since you were a child. The angel of Thursday has been watching over you. Protecting you from harm"
"Okay…And who is that?" Hannah stared at Castiel's blue eyes.
He wanted to tell her, everything "It's me"
Hannah didn't look in the least but shocked "That doesn't really surprise me much" She gave a small scoff "But you must watch over loads of people. What makes me so special?"
"I only look after those who were born on Thursday. Which, under normal circumstances, shouldn't include you" Castiel explained.
Hannah nodded "And in normal circumstances, my angel would be…."
"Uriel" Castiel finally looked away "It took me a while. But the second I saw you in that classroom. Hearing the voices. I knew. So did Zachariah and the other angels"

"Explains why he was so hesitant to kill me" Hannah mumbled to herself.
Castiel nodded "I'm sorry I can't help you Hannah" He said quietly "But love is a sin. And what I feel for you…"
"Curiosity isn't a sin" Hannah pointed out. Castiel nodded and bowed his head "The things you have taught me over the past few weeks. Over the course of your whole life" Hannah knew he wasn't directly talking to her now. But she still chose to listen and put her two cents in whenever necessary.
"What I feel for you is beyond love" He finished.
Hannah let a smile cross her face. She he did love her. And he admitted it. Her heart gave a jolt of happiness "The problem is…?"
Castiel looked away "I gave up on love a long time ago Hannah. You know that" He argued.

Hannah shot up from her seat "Cass. C'mon, I mean…." She was lost for words.
Castiel stood up, placed a hand on her cheek and lent in to kiss her. By the way he did it; careful, soft, unsure. Hannah wasn't sure if it was to comfort her or if he really meant it.
The kiss wasn't deep. But it had passion. Castiel didn't want to leave her again, but he also didn't want to fall from grace.
Breaking apart, Castiel stared into her grey eyes "You need to remember that I may never be here. But I'm always here" He placed his hand over her heart**