"Well, that went-" Temptress murmured sarcastically. Hannah staggered a few paces ahead of her, limping down the concrete footpath, arm resting over a rib cage that has had far too much attention from piercing angel blades.

"You're severely injured, angel, great job, you've done it again. Genius."

"Shut up, Scar."

"Alright ladies, we might have somewhere to rest up" Raven called, glancing to a nearby motel.

"Is it remotely of interest to us? We don't sleep" Temptress hisses sarcastically, in one of her more unapproachable moods as usual.

"I t-thought it was-" Raven stammered, eyes downcast, intimidated by the older angel.

"Nothing you ever do is useful Raven-"

"Temptress, ease up, immediately. She's still learning, she doesn't have our experience" Hannah spoke firmly, crystal blue eyes piercing into Temptress'. "It's alright to make mistakes" Hannah reassured Raven, who smiled softly in reply.

A high pitch noise erupts, irritating, worsening an already severe angelic migraine.

"Another angel."

"There's another angel around. Who is it?"

"I'm blocked, I cannot read who it is" Temptress hisses, covering her ears. The noise progresses as they close in on the run-down motel, walking down the stretch beside the rooms, lit dimly by a single street light which flickered periodically.

Other than that it was pitch dark, silent.

Slammed into the concrete wall, angel blade at her throat, breath catching momentarily, Hannah remained unnervingly calm. Temptress and Raven both followed suit, three men with equipped angel blades pinning each of them to filthy concrete walls.

"You angel sons of b!tches can't leave us alone?" One of three spoke with a deep, sleep laced voice, leather jacket, strong, brave, arm pressed just under Hannah's right shoulder firmly to keep her ensnared.

"What are you doing here" another spoke. Tall, long hair, fearless, younger brother.

"W-We-" Raven stammered. Nervousness, triggered by the blade.

'Let me take over' Scar hisses in my head.

"No" Hannah whispered sharply, furrowing my eyes brows.

"No isn't an answer" he hisses, the tip of the blade touching my skin, causing a pained gasp. A light emits around both Raven and Temptress, Hannah's last remanding strength sending them upstairs.

"Winchester" Hannah murmured as she finally met his chocolate brown eyes, watching as his features sternly betrayed both emotion and a fantastic poker face-

Turning her head, a wide smile forms on her face. "Cassie." Ocean eyes silently meet hers, he eyes over, his eyes widen, he falters with the blade.

"Hannah" he murmured. The blade at her throat lowers, she nods thankfully.

"Sam and Dean Winchester, it's an honour" She nodded politely, straightening herself upright.

"You're a friend of Cas'?" Dean interjected.

"Yes, sir. Well, his favourite baby sister" She laughed easy, brushing her coat down, dust detaches under her fingertips.

"They told me you were dead" Castiel tilted his head at me, eyes mimicking that of a kicked puppy.

"I thought I was. Scar was in control for 10 months, I was able to recover"

"Scar?" Sam's curiosity peaked.

"She's a delta" Castiel glanced at Sam momentarily. "Half angel, half demon."

"We're a pain in the neck to both sides of the supernatural spectrum, there's only 12 in the world" Hannah grinned. "Although, I much prefer the side of angels."

"That's a comfort" Dean rolls his eyes. Castiel squints at him, almost showing visible judgement by his remark .

"Not all of us are heartless, I'm sure you've learnt from Cassie" Hannah tilted her head.

"Cassie? You softie" Dean chuckled at Castiel, who smiled subtly. "Well, Hannah, a friend of Cas' is...you can stay for now" he spoke confidently, a calming but firm expression plastered on his features. "He trusts you, you'll have to earn our trust."

"Understandably. I won't let you down, I can assure you" Hannah nodded confidently. Sam half-smiled patiently as he followed Dean back to the motel room, which resembled somewhat between a junkyard and a child's room. Before he even entered the room, Castiel embraces her.

"T-They told me you were dead" he repeated as he breathed into my shoulder deeply. He very rarely was seen as 'soft,' expected to be a ferocious leader and soldier.

Soft was reserved for his baby sister.

"I'm so sorry I didn't come looking, I believed them-"

"Castiel, please, don't apologise. It is alright, you are forgiven" She reassured him, rubbing his back gently, comforting.

Entering the motel room, Sam locking the door behind them as he sits on his bed, Castiel and Hannah assume seating at the kitchen table. Dean, the protective creature he is, placed an angel blade on his bedside table, doing the same for Sam. His eyes glance over to me, ensuring Hannah took notice.

"That's a real comfort, you're trusting them?'"Scar hisses.

"Yes, now pipe down" Hannah whispers, sharply, capturing Castiel's attention, causing his head to tilt at her.

'You're funeral, kiddo.'