Author's Note: This is very Dean centric. Okay, most of this story has been Dean centric, but this part is extry Dean centric )

Hannah sighed and starred at the computer. Her eyes were starting to go cross and she hadn't slept well the night before. She had fought with Dean and that never settled well with her. Fighting, verbal or otherwise, was just not something that Hannah Winchester did often or liked to do period. Fighting with her father was easy. He usually got mad, gave and order and left, but Dean…well he would fight until he thought he won. She regretted them going to bed angry last night. Dean hadn't left her with much of an option. After they fought he took the car and went to a bar. She supposed that he got himself pretty drunk because he didn't come in until the wee hours of the morning. When he had awakened at noon, he hadn't said anything to her except "Thanks for the coffee" and went with their father to finish the research before the salt and burn this evening. She had managed to slip a note into the Impala that read that she loved him and hoped that he came back safely. She had watched him read it from the hotel window. The smile on his face had let her know that she was forgiven. She supposed that note would wind up in his black journal that she had given him for his last birthday.

The phone startled her out of her thoughts and she glanced at the clock and it read 9:00 in its large red digital numbers. She gave a small smile as she realized that the only person that would call would be Sammy and sure enough when she saw "Sammy" on the screen of her cell phone.

"Sammy?" she said in her whisper of a voice.

"It's Sam," he said with a chuckle.

"Fine….Sam…." she drew out his name as she rolled her eyes. "How are you?"

"Great. I was wondering if you could tell Dean that I'm thinking about asking Jess…you know….the question… and I want his help." She sighed inwardly. She had started this fight with Dean the night before and she supposed that she had to replay the entire fight with Sam.

"No. I will not tell Dean anything. I am not a carrier pigeon. If you want Dean to know something than you can call him yourself." Sam was taken aback. Hannah never ever denied either brother anything.

"I can't call Dean," he said incredulously.

"I don't know why."

"You know perfectly well why."

"Actually, I don't understand why."

"You'd do it for Dean."

"Oh come off it Sam. The next thing you're going to say is that I like Dean better than I do you," she sighed and tried to regroup. "I got into this exact same fight with him last night. I told Dean I wouldn't tell you stuff for him either."

"What did he want me to know?" Sam asked expectantly.

"Call him and find out."

"Is he okay?"

"Sam. I would tell you something like 'Dean is in the hospital,' or 'Sam, guess what, Dean died." There was silence on the other end of the phone, Hannah had struck a nerve.

"Don't say that." Sam's voice was low and if Hannah didn't know any better she would say that he was slightly nervous. Hannah hated to prey on her brother's emotions but she had to drive this point home and she was about to manipulate the hell out of him.

"What Sammy? That Dean could die tonight while he is hunting? Well wake up Sammy nothing has really changed. He could have died while you were here. But let me guess the difference is that since you haven't talked to him in what? Three and a half years? That you would be upset that you didn't get to say good bye or even really know what he looks like."

"Hannah…"

"No. I don't even really know why you want him to help you ask her. I mean, you've probably told her some really bad crap about Dean. Let me guess…probably that he is a wise ass drunk who chews women up and spits them out? Why would she want someone like that around her? I know if my boyfriend described his brother that way I wouldn't even want him at the wedding." Sam was silent on the other end.

"I take it from your silence that I'm right. Well just so you know Sammy, he tells everyone that he meets that his geek brother has a full ride to Stanford. He all but puffs up with pride. He loves you Sammy and you have hurt him pretty badly. He raised us. He raised us to think better of each other." She allowed the silence to flow. It was several minutes before she even heard stirring on the other end. Hannah was used to keeping her tongue in her head and listening, so waiting for her brother to speak wasn't awkward or taxing on her part.

"You've never said this much in your whole life Hannah."

"I've never needed to before."

"I can't call Dean."

"Then I guess you will need to figure out how to ask her yourself."

"But I always figured Dean would help."

"Dean always figured that you would be with the family. But I guess both of you were wrong."

"Hannah I needed to be my own person."

"You are."

"I am now. But…"

"Sammy. Don't play with Dean. He can't take it." Hannah heard Jess in the background.

"I gotta go Hannah."

"I heard her. I suppose you aren't going to call me anymore."

"What?"

"I've made you mad just like Dad and Dean did." Sam was shocked. His sister figured that he wasn't going to speak with her because they had a disagreement. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I'll call you next Friday."

"Okay Sammy. I love you."

"I love you too Hannah. Night."

"Night." They both hung up the phone. Sam sat there for a second starring at his cell. His sister had taken him by surprise. She was never one to fight; she was the one who silently patted each brother on the shoulder and let them yell and scream. Never once had she been the one to get angry. Jess poked her head around the doorway to the bedroom.

"Sister?"

"Yeah."

"She okay?"

"She's fine."

"You sure? From what you've told me about your brother and father I don't think she should be there with them alone." Sam wanted to get mad, but then he remembered that Jess didn't know Dean and Sam had painted the picture that Hannah had described. Jess didn't know that Dean was out right now risking his life to save someone else's. She didn't know that he would give his last dollar to his sister if she were hungry. She didn't know anything good about Dean. Hannah had been right on just about every account. He had made the man who raised him out to be some sort of monster.

"I'm sure. Hannah is a tough cookie. Come on. Let's go get dinner." Jess smiled and followed Sam out of the bedroom.

Hannah, on the opposite end of the country, threw her glasses down on the desk and sighed. Her brothers were going to be the death of her. She leaned back in the chair and sighed, "Men."