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Hannah had locked herself in the bathroom near her bedroom, not wanting anyone to walk in on her, not that they didn't respect a closed door, but she wasn't going to risk anything. The past six weeks had been not only stressful, but the consent looking over her shoulder convinced that an angel was going to grab her and punish her for what she and Dean had done. The combination of everything had made her feel sick, and now she realized that her body was changing, she could physically feel the change that the past events were making. She sat down on the edge of the tub, waiting, willing her heart to calm down, she took a few deep breaths, she was tired. Hannah pushed herself up and walked into the kitchen to make herself some tea, that always calmed her down. It didn't take long for the water to boil and she watched as the mint tea seeped out of the bag coloring the steaming water. She heard the heavy footsteps of Sam as he walked into the room with her, but she only had eyes for the calming liquid. At the first sip she felt her muscles relax, things would be alright, she could get through this, she took another sip and looked up at Sam. He had been watching her, she knew that he saw the circles under her eyes that she had tried to cover up, he also knew that she used tea to calm herself down, she was suddenly afraid that he could see though her. She couldn't do this, another sip, calm, a forced smile and a push off the counter to hide her fears.

She had just entered the safety of her room when Dean's voiced called out that they were leaving for a hunt.

Hannah scowled as she threw cloths into a duffel bag, she didn't want to hunt, she wanted to sleep, and drink tea. But she packed a cooler with food for the trip, she was going to watch over the boys, no matter how she felt. She had to stifle a yawn as she climbed in the car, before the guys climbed in, she shook her head trying to banish the cobwebs, she couldn't let them know, Dean knew that what had happened was still affecting her, because that's all it was, it was just the worry of Heaven finding out that was all, that's all it could be, all she would allow it to be.

The ride to New Hampshire was quite, classic rock played and Hannah watched the country shift and change. Sam kept look over the backseat to check on Hannah, she didn't move for most the ride, he wasn't worried per say, but he was a little unsure. He had seen Hannah yawn and he knew that she only drank tea when she was worried or stressed. He glanced away, slightly thankful for the close quarters that came with a hunt, giving him opportunity to watch her.

The trip would take a day and a half driving strait through, they decided to stop for dinner late in the evening. As the waitress took their order, neither brother blanched at Hannah's order of a small side salad, although Sam did note the hot tea that was ordered as well.

Hannah ate her salad, not noticing the different flavors that she usually took great joy in and her mind wandered. The voices of the brothers faded as she tuned them out, instead she simply tried to take away every thought in her mind and not allow herself to ponder the future. In tuning out the diner, she didn't notice the brothers calling her name or their look of confusion after she didn't answer. She finally moved when they made to leave and she took the driver's seat and drove through the night. When they finally arrived, Hannah was happy to get out of the car and wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to lay down.

The morning came early and as the sun rose, the trio was waiting in line at a nearby coffee shop. They planned to stop by the morgue to look at the body of a young woman who had been found miles from any city without any sign of how she died. With the bribe of donuts, they got to see not only the body, but the police report as well. There were no signs of struggle, no wounds, perfect health, nothing to show how she died, the only thing was the fact that her face had simply been erased. None of her features were there, it was like she had simply been born with smooth skin and no face. They thanked the officer and left to search for the local library, which they found without much difficulty.

They scoured the library, local newspapers, and internet for anything that sounded remotely like the four deaths in this little town, but even after four days, nothing was coming up. As the days worn on, Hannah had started to drink her tea non stop, going through multiple cups a day. It was the fifth day and they were back in the library but now they had gained access to the basement. The three hunters sat around a dusty tabled, surrounded by even dustier books and papers, Dean was leaning back in his chair trying to balance a pen across his nose, having lost any interest in research long ago, while Sam labored on, searching through the fading words. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother as the pen rolled under the chair, he looked over to at Hannah to double check something for him and found her with her arms crossed on the table with her head resting on them, asleep. Sam only stared in awe at the sight, he knew that some times she would let herself doze because she enjoyed the feeling, but the slightest movement always woke her up. But right now, she was truly asleep, even the scratching of the chair across the floor didn't stir her. Sam stood next to her and carefully placed a hand on her shoulder, leaning back slightly so not to be hit by her reflexes. Dean watched as Hannah jumped up, swinging her arm up to block an oncoming enemy, but they only thing there was Sam.

"Hannah, are you ok?" Sam glanced over at his brother, then back at Hannah.

"Yeah, I'm fine, did you find something?" She quickly took the focus away from her, motioning to the book that Sam had open by his seat. He slowly nodded and grabbed the book.

"I think we're dealing with a faceless woman, these are the spirits of women that were wrongly accused and condemned, usually for crimes they didn't commit, to be take away and never seen again. Once they were taken, they ceased to called by their names or even treated as human. Now it seems these spirits go around and collect other women to join them in their misery."

Hannah looked at the book the Sam had set down, studying the text, while Sam studied her. She put on her 'good' face and seemed to fool him just enough to not ask question. But in reality, she was tired, not the I-would-fancy-a-nap kind of tired but the I-can-barely-keep-my-eyes-open type of tired that an angel should never feel. She was getting a little worried to be honest. The sensation of being exhausted had not been a one time thing, it had happened before in the last week or so along with the sudden feeling of being hungry. She wasn't sure how much longer that the guys were planning to stay in the library, but she would in no way be a opposed to getting dinner.

Hannah glanced over the words in the book without reading them and Dean stood.

"Great, now that we know what were up against, lets find some grub."

Sam watched as Hannah's face lit up as they pulled into the nearby food joint, he watched her scan the menu as if she couldn't decide what she wanted to eat and much to his surprise, when the waitress came by she ordered a burger.

That night Sam felt the need to push his brother for answers.

"Hey, Dean? Have you noticed anything...odd about Hannah lately?"

Dean paused and a flash of guilt flashed in his eyes before he turned his head slightly over his shoulders at his brother.

"No." A slight trying-to-look-innocent frown and a shake of the head was added to enforce the answer.

"Really?" Sam raised his eye brows, "Because I have."

"Really, Sammy, can't we just drop this?"

"No Dean, Hannah is acting weird. She fell asleep in the library today."

"She was bored."

Sam ignored his brother's interruption. "She's been off in her own world,"

"Board, problem solving the case"

"She ordered a burger and ate it." Sam looked at Dean as if that was suppose to convince him.

"She only ate half." He was starting to get defensive.

"Dean, Angels don't have to eat at all, she only eats small salads at home because it still weirds out Kevin."

"You know what I think, Sammy?"

"What?"

"I think you should mind your own bees wax." Dean turned around and started to clean the Colt making it clear to Sam that he was done with the conversation. He heard Sam sigh, frustrated with his brother and the fact he couldn't google the answer, but Dean knew that he was the reason that she was acting strange and that it was his fault that she had to watch her back.

In the room next door, Hannah had once again locked herself in the bathroom, even though she was the only one in the room. But even a locked door would keep out those she was truly afraid would barge in on her, Angels had a special talent of simply appearing where ever they wanted, without the use of doors. And tonight she had a even greater reason to fear the Angles, a new fear had been pushed aside for days but now could no longer be ignored. She sat in the bathroom for most the night and cried, afraid for what was now certain to happen. Angels did not forget or forgive easily.