Hello everyone! So these are one shots about Dean and Hannah's life that I though ya'll might like :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Supernatural, Sam, Dean or Charlie. I do own Hannah and Mary Ellen.

Hannah looked over at the man she loved. He sat on the couch, a green bottle filled with amber liquid was up to his lips as he rested after the hunt. He was staring at nothing, exhaustion etched in his face.

The Hag shuffled around the couple, sizing them up; Dean faced her, daring her to make a move against them. She sprang, Dean and Hannah dodged, the Hag landed between them. She grinned a wicked grin and lunged for Hannah. Dean leaped forward and blocked her, her wrinkling hand landed on his forehead and he sank to the ground, lost in his worst fear.

Hannah watched as the Hag disappeared, leaving Dean laying on the ground. Sam rushed in, but stopped at the sight of his brother.

"What happened?" He stood beside the kneeling Hannah.

"We have to kill her, it' s the only way to get him out." Hannah looked up at Sam, determination was in her eyes.

They were spending one more night in the motel before going back to the bunker and all Dean had done was stare out the window. He claimed that he didn't remember what he had dreamed about, but Hannah knew it was a lie. The way he had looked at her when he had woken up, unnerved her, he had been searching her eyes for something and she didn't know if he had found it or not. Hannah opened the top of another bottle and placed it next to the empty one, waiting for Dean to open up to her, but he just kept staring strait ahead.

Dean walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, no pie. He frowned, but turned to head back to the room he shared with Hannah. He had just come back from a run to the store and wanted a kiss from his girl. It had taken Dean a year to admit that he love her, and it had been rocky at first, but now that everything was out in the open, Dean loved to show affection to Hannah, as long as they were alone. He walked into the bedroom and stopped. There were two suitcases on the bed and Hannah was filling one with her things.

"What are you doing?" Dean took a step in the room, and watched as Hannah threw a pile of sweaters in the bag.

"Packing."

"Why? Are we going somewhere?"

"Not we, me. Mary and I are leaving." Hannah tossed a pair of jeans on the bed. Deans heart skipped a beat.

"Hold on a minute, what do do mean you're leaving?" Dean walked up behind her, she nearly ran into him when she turned around.

"I'm done."

"Done with what?"

"With you. I can't take it anymore. I'm tired of being second to the job, to your constant need for attention, for your lack of protection, Mary and I are safer without you." Hannah put her hands on her hips and stared him down. It was all Dean could do to stay standing. What did she mean she was second to the job? Hannah, Mary, Sam, Kevin, they were the only things he had, they were his world; they were second to nothing. Dean would give his life to protect them, to keep them safe and the bunker was the safest place on earth. He was reeling, but she kept going.

"I'm sick and tired of pretending around you, I can't do it anymore."

"Pretending about what?" Dean felt his chest tighten and his stomach sink.

"Pretending that I love you, because I don't, I never have. I'm through. Good-bye Dean." With those words, Hannah grabbed the bags and left the room. Dean felt her hand grip his heart and shatter it into a thousand fragments. It had to be a lie, it had to be, but she had said it so factually. And in his his heart of hearts, he knew that none could really love him, let alone Hannah.

Everyone was quite on the ride back to the bunker, Dean watched the road and Sam and Hannah watched Dean. He still hadn't told them what had happened and Hannah was starting to get worried, Dean's expression had been getting darker as the road had gone on and they were still two days from home. They found a cheap motel and made camp for the night, Dean resumed his post at the window, looking at nothing. A few hours later, he jumped ever so slightly when Hannah showed up at his elbow with a slice of diner pie. He looked up at her, almost baffled, before taking the treat and setting it down. Hannah sighed and sat down on the bed.

"It might take a little bit for him to sort out what's real and what's not." Sam looked over at Hannah, worried for both of them. She nodded, and tried to give Sam a smile.

Dean sat in the drivers seat of the impala as he and Sam were on their way to a job. Dean was listening to Sam vent to him about allowing Hannah to leave. Dean stared strait ahead, trying to tune out Sam's venomous words.

"How could you Dean? She was the best thing to ever happen to you, how could you ignore her like that?" Sam was in one of his moods and there was no end in sight. Dean's face was harder than it had been in a while, he felt empty, emptier then he had ever felt before.

"Dean are you listening to me?" Sam called Dean's attention. Dean stared strait ahead, his foot pressing down on the gas a little harder, going from fast to very fast. Sam continued to ram Dean as he drove faster.

"I don't understand why you let her - "

"Stop, alright! I let her go because she didn't want to stay. She doesn't love me, Sam. I'm not going to force her to stay." Dean's blank stare focused on the black top, not really seeing what was coming. Sam shook his head and looked out the window.

"Dean." Sam sat up. "Dean!" Sam reached over to grab his brother's arm.

"What?" Dean snapped at him as he looked over, only to see he brother's wide brown eyes full of fear as a semi barreled toward them.

"Sam!" Dean shouted as he slammed on the brakes moments before the sickening sound of metal hitting metal filled the car.

Dean blinked, wiping his face, feeling a slick substance transfer to his hand. He turned his head, ignoring the pain, to look over at his brother. Sam laid limp against his seat belt with a gash that was releasing a dangerous amount of blood. Dean unbuckled his belt and reached over to Sam.

"Sam." He pushed his finger against Sam neck, searching for a beat. "Sammy." Dean shook his brother not allowing himself to accept what his searching had told him. "Sammy!" He climbed over the seat, ignoring the sting of the broken glass. "NO!" Dean gathered his brother in his arms, hugging the only thing he had left.

Hannah sat on the bed, watching as Dean refused to sleep, afraid to return to his nightmare. He was still at the window, watching the world go by without looking. Hannah slipped off the bed and walked over to him.

"Dean, come lay down." She placed a hand on his shoulder and felt him tense under her. She almost removed her hand, but instead she moved her hand to his back and began to gently press her thumbs and palms into his tense muscles, and massaged his shoulders until he finally relaxed and leaned back into her hands. Hannah moved her hands against the tense muscles and gently sent healing into his sore body. When Dean sighed and leaned back in his chair, Hannah looped her arms loosely around his neck and leaned against his back. She closed her eyes and simply sat with him. He reached up and rubbed her arm, signally that he was about to stand. Hannah moved back, but stayed close, showing him she wasn't leaving. He looked down at her, exhaustion in his eyes. With a pained look, Dean walked over to the bed and stretched out. Hannah laid down next to him and watched him, he glanced down at her and laid on his back.

"Let me help." Hannah's soft voice reached out to Dean in the dark. he looked over at her and saw the worry in her eyes. Turning on his side, Dean looked at the angel who held his greatest fear. Hannah saw the resisting permission and gently reached up and placed a gentle hand on his cheek. She slowly rubbed her thumb against his cheek bone, then moved her hand up to the back of his head and massaged his temples, agains sending healing to his troubled mind. Dean closed his eyes to her touch, leaning into her hand, kissing her wrist. He reached out and gathered her in his arms; Hannah mimicked him and wrapped her arms around his neck, cradling his head as he rested it against her neck. In the safety of her arms, Dean let a few tears finally fall. When Hannah felt the salty liquid hit her shoulder, she instinctively tightened her grip, pressing her lips to his temple.

Dean pulled back and took Hannah's face in his hands, searching her face, like he had done the day before. She searched his as well, hopping that what she was showing him was what he wanted to see. Hannah placed her hands on his chest, gripping his shirt ever so slightly. Dean pushed the hair out of her face, gripping her head, he pulled her close once again. Hannah shifted in his arms to look up at him, starting to realize what he was afraid of, she felt his body stiffen as she move slightly away from him. Hannah scooted back up to look him in the eyes.

"Dean," She placed her hand on his cheek. "I love you." She watched as he searched her face for the truth, as he read her, and she left her face open to him, waiting for him to settle a little. When he did, she moved closer, closing the gap between them. Hannah felt the need and fear in his kiss.

"Dean, I will always love you." She rested her forehead against his, rubbing noses slowly. "I know it took me awhile to figure it out, but I have loved you for such a long time and I will for the rest of my life." She gathered him in her arms and wrapped her wings around them, reminding him of the depth of her trust. "You hold my heart and I am so happy being with you."

She felt his strong arms wrap around her under the base of her wings as he pulled her in, afraid she would push him away, but Dean relaxed as she held him closer.

Hannah plunged her blade into the Hag and rushed over to Dean, pulling his head into her lap.

"Dean." She searched his face, waiting for him to wake up. Slowly, he opened his eyes and seemed shocked to see Hannah holding him. He searched her face, before sitting up and noticed Sam waiting anxiously near by. Dean stood and stiffly pulled Sam into a hug, gripping him tight. Sam held his brother back, relieved that he was awake. Dean stepped back and began to walk out of the old building. Sam glanced back at a confused and hurt Hannah, why had Dean virtually ignored her? The pair followed the older brother out and into the parking lot.

Sam glanced in the rearview mirror of the impala, he saw Hannah looking down at her lap where Sam knew Dean was sleeping. Hannah had her fingers laced with Dean's resting on his chest as she rans her other hand through his hair, making a mental note to cut it soon. She watched as he started to dream and she began to rub his temple with her thumb before she leaned down and kissed the gathering of his eyebrows, smiling as they relaxed under her lips.

He woke up soon after and a slight smile responded to Hannah grinning down at him. He sat up and Hannah leaned into him, reassuring him of her affection. He dropped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her hair. It didn't take much longer before they were walking into the bunker, Hannah under his arm.

"Took you long enough." Charlie's voice carried up from the bottom floor as she held a year old Mary in her arms. Mary giggled and squirmed in her aunt's arms at the sight of her parents. Hannah smiled and slipped out of Dean's' arms to gather up their daughter, bringing her back to Dean and leaning into him, laughing as Mary reached out to him. Dean smiled and took his daughter, a real smile coming to his lips as he realized his fears were based in nothing and that Hannah would never leave him and together they would protect everyone.