HELLO My Name Is L.o.v.e.

•Chapter ten~Talk and Actions•

  (And we're back to Castiel..)

Hannah had come to visit me in the cold and miserable cell where they kept me. It was like I wasn't one of them any longer. It pained me inside to see my brothers and sisters treat me this way.

They left me with nothing to think about except Dean. They left me to feel crushed inside.

I hadn't expected any visitors, but a small angel came in to tell me that I did have one. A second or two later, Hannah stood infront of my cell.

"How does it feel now that we're taken your grace away, Castiel?"

"Hannah, how could you do this? You betrayed me."

She grinned and laughed. I noticed she had changed from the Hannah I used to know.

"Oh, Castiel. I was jealous, you see. I wanted what you have with Dean. Once you told me your juicy secret, I had to tell Naomi out of pure jealousy. I then quickly turned against you, I wanted you dead."

I looked down, sighing. Being human made you want things. My hunger had began to grow, and my eyelids drooped.

Hannah stared at me, her eyes overflowing with anger. What had become of us angels?

She unlocked the cell and grabbed my filthy trenchcoat. It had become dirty in since I had sat in the cell. She pulled me out and slammed me against a wall, harshly.

No, this wasn't like Hannah. Not at all.

"Words don't even begin to describe how I feel, Castiel. So I'll use actions." She quietly whispered into my ear.

She punched my cheekbone, leaving a puffy red patch. I never would have thought she had it in her. She used to be such a good angel. She always followed orders.

Hannah seemed to be enjoy what she had done. Her fist met my cheek so roughly that blood dripped from my nose.

Because I was human, every time she punched me, the pain got increasingly worse.

"H- Hannah-" I tried

She wasn't paying any attention. She wanted to abuse me.

I was grabbed and thrown. She then got out a knife. My side was repeatedly kicked by her foot.

I had to admit, she wasn't too bad.

She put her foot on my chest. Resting it there, it kept me from squirming away.

"What made you choose him over me? Why did you sin Castiel? What made you fall in love with him? It's not supposed to work that way."

"Hannah I have questions too" I managed

She took a deep breath and drew out a knife. She examined it, making sure it was sharp enough. What was she going to do? Kill me?

"You're not going to kill me, Hannah."

"What if I did?"

"Then it would be a very bad decision. And you'd regret it."

My mind raced with questions like 'what would Dean do?'
He'd have gotten out in under a day.

Hannah crouched next to me. She looked at my face,

"He prays to you, Cas, it looked so sweet. I saw him do it yesterday. He thinks you're out there, doing nothing, not even aware. It's so nice watching it tear him apart. We told him he had to choose between you and Sam. It's so hard for him. But we know he'll choose his Sammy in the end. They always choose each other."

I couldn't believe what she told me. As my body ached with an overwhelming amount of physical pain, my mind burst with anger. How could they do something so cruel to Dean? Was homosexuality really that much of a sin?

I was close to tears, but I couldn't cry in front of Hannah. It isn't what Dean would do. Dean would call her an asshole. Dean would joke that it was all alright.

She threw the knife at my thigh. It pierced my flesh. Red life juice flew everywhere. I held my bleeding thigh, gasping for air as she pressed her foot down hard on my chest.

"Hannah.. don't.." I croaked.