Hannah laid in her room, alone on the bed. The house was eerily quiet, each creak as it settled, normally a whisper, now a screech in the silence. Her grandparents and the kids were gone on a rare weekend getaway, and while she thought she would have enjoyed the solitude and peace and quiet, the empty house and its stupid sounds were just pissing her off. She should have been with her family, but no, her dumb ass had once again tripped over nothing, this time earning a giant knot on her thigh. She could barely hobble around the house, let alone go camping. Not that the great outdoors was really her cup of tea anyway. Still, she missed her family, loud and crazy as they were. Without them there was very little to distract her from the pain coursing through her leg.

As she was contemplating just how long she could stay like this before going insane, the doorbell rang. With a sigh, Hannah struggled to her feet, limping toward the front door. Each step sent a jolt of pain through her thigh, and by time she got to the door she was cursing her uninvited visitor fiercely.

"Motherfucker," she mumbled under her breath as she yanked the door open, glaring at whoever was unlucky enough to be standing on the other side.

"Nice to see you too, Precious," the disheveled man drawled through a puff of cigarette smoke.

Hannah just stood there, staring. It had been several months since she'd seen Dean. When they'd parted last, she didn't know if she'd see him again. They'd agreed that a relationship between them, with him being on the road, wasn't logical. It hurt, but it was true. Hannah had accepted it, and she'd moved on. Or, she'd tried to move on. She watched him on tv every week, she missed him, she ached for him. But she didn't cry for him. She didn't cry for anyone. Fuck that, no one was worth her tears.

Yet here Dean stood in front of her, and damnit if tears weren't welling up in her eyes. She hadn't realized just how deeply she'd missed him.

Dean ground his cigarette out with his boot and swept Hannah up into a tight embrace. "I've missed you, Han," he mumbled into her hair.

Hannah wound her hands into the soft curls at the nape of his neck. "I've missed you too."

They stood that way for several minutes, soaking each other in, remembering sounds, and smells, and body rhythms. When they finally broke apart, Dean planted a soft kiss on Hannah's lips.

"How long are you in town," she asked.

"Two nights."

"Stay with me." She hated how much it sounded like a plea, but she couldn't help it. She needed to be with him, needed him to refill her aura.

"Where's your family?"

"Away for the weekend. You'll be safe from random bed invaders in the middle of the night."

Dean's brilliant blue eyes darkened a shade. "What if I want my bed invaded?"

Hannah smirked. It was nice to know that as much as she needed him, he needed her as well. "That can be arranged."

"Well then lead the way, my lady."