If Heather didn't have the ability to hear and see all of this firsthand, she never would have believed it. This was a little girl talking this way, as if she'd been the one to conjure up the frogs, as if she was the one who wanted the whole thing with Ruby and Castiel to stop. But that was impossible, because that would mean that Hannah wasn't really Hannah at all. She would have to be...
"God...?" The word fell from Heather's lips as her brown eyes widened a bit. She was still feeling the effects of those painkillers somehow, right? This was just a whacked out hallucination.