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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Supernatural, nor its characters. I do not own you, the reader, but I do own my self-insert.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Thought I'd pop the OOC warning in their for personal reasons. :3 Yes, I'm a self insert -- deal with it. ;D
It wasn’t supposed to end up this way. _Name_ had found out that Hannah sold her soul, and only had a year to live before she would go to hell.

_Name_ had watched Hannah die by Hellhound—both _Name_ and the Winchester siblings were forced to watch.

It had been 2 years since the tragic event, which was until Castiel said they he could pull Hannah out of Hell.

Both Winchester brothers agreed almost instantly.

However, the angel had told them Hannah’s body was already destroyed. Yet her soul remained intact somehow.

“I took the liberty of finding a vessel for your dear friend.” Castiel said in his usual voice, moving to the side to reveal a black German Shepherd dog.

“A dog?!” Was the first words of Dean Winchester himself. His younger brother Sam was already rubbing his temple.

The large dog barked once.

“Ah yes, then she does remember you both.” Castiel inquired.

_Name_’s mouth hung open in shock as she stared at the dog-Hannah.

“Well, I thought it would be best—“

Sam had raised both his hands to cut of Castiel’s excuse. _Name_ was feeling rather curious, kneeling down in front of their friend and putting her hand out.

“Shake!” _Name_ spoke with a tone full of curiosity.

Dean rolled his eyes and put his hands on his hips in a frustrated manor.

The dog-Hannah growled lightly before lifting her right paw and placing it in _Name_’s hand.

Sam scoffed in a surprised tone as he watched _Name_ and dog-Hannah.

“Hey Cas, can you do that disappearing act of yours—but with another person?” Dean asked.

“Yes, why?” Cas responded.

“Good—Hannah stays with Cas, Sam and I will go finished this case,” Dean stated. “And after this we can all grab a beer while we figure out what to do with Hannah.”

_Name_ chuckled, “Heh—sold.” She mused.

Strange problems like this were always a reason to stay around the Winchesters.

On the way to the next town, Foreigner’s ‘Cold As Ice’ was blared on the radio.
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