“Hannah,” Castiel watched her with concern. He’d begun to get worried back in the cave when it seemed mentioning Doriel’s name had a negative response, and then back in the bunker as well. He was growing suspicious that there was something wrong and Lucifer seemed to confirm that. He didn’t understand the extent of the damage that may have been done by Doriel’s mind probing and he hadn’t begun to feel the affects of it yet.
Lucifer glanced at Jack. “It’s hard enough to get into an angel’s noggin,” he said. “It takes a complex set of spells and abilities and putting it back together again is even harder.”
“Hannah got the brunt of this attack,” Castiel explained, watching the seraph cautiously. “I was scanned as well but he went far deeper with her.”
“Yeah that’s a pretty bad curse,” Lucifer explained. “And it’s only going to get worse. I might know of some things but they will take some time… in any case, what do I get out of helping you? I’m a little low on grace now that you mention it.”
Castiel groaned. He didn’t want to give Lucifer what little grace he had left and he didn’t want to become the archangel’s grace cow, but it wouldn’t be the first time he made a deal before. But before he could agree to anything, Lucifer stood up. “I’ll let you think about it Castiel,” he said. “A steady supply of your mojo and I help you will your current issue. I’ll be back later to let you consider the offer.” With that, he strode away, a smug look on his face.
As if today couldn’t get any worse, she had to go and almost faint in front of Heaven’s most wanted, a nephil, and her only friend in this world. She placed her hand on her forehead, finally not seeing three different versions of the angel across the table from her as her vision cleared completely.
“I can do it,” she interrupted. “I can afford it more than you can.” Hannah measured Castiel up with a single look, no malice behind her comment.
The sudden increase in space was welcomed as Lucifer left them alone, her gaze following him until he left the restaurant completely. It was a tactic all his own, forcing them to take time to think about making such a sacrifice. Nothing about the choice would be easy, except that Hannah was more than willing to take it on herself. What was one more pain in her life? Endurance was a part of her being now, a part of her very grace. She was a survivor. This world was nothing compared to hers.
She turned back to face what was left of her dining party, noticing that they both suddenly looked extremely upset, their faces lined with worry. Thoughts of what she had said earlier about her affections towards Castiel cracked the glass of her facade. A chip fell away to revel the ache in her chest. She never came to realize that it wasn’t her words they were concerned about.
“Castiel,” she said softly, “I didn’t mean what I said earlier. You know that I care about you.” Even to her the apology sounded extremely forced and disappointing. No matter how sincerely she meant it, saying it now didn’t justify her treating him so poorly again and again.
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