Being her parent's daughter, Hannah had gotten used to stares and whispers early on in her life. She was less sure about how to reassure her demon (neutral) teacher that she wasn't going to slay him on the spot rather than sit down and learn like any other freshman student. Then she had thought to ask if his clan was Tool'rak and did he know Freeshhikal?
Free had been one of the teachers at the Slayer School one year and she had learned a lot about neutral demons in that class. When her teacher had admitted to being Free's cousin she had asked him to pass on a message about how much she had enjoyed it's class. The relief on his face had been all the reassurance she had needed. She had handled the situation correctly.
Now, if she could only handle the yarn situation correctly. She had called Andrew over at the Slayer School and had asked him to e-mail her a list of laundry treatments for removal of the specific type of demon blood from any and all fabrics that he knew of. Anything that his list didn't cover she was going to have to burn. She hated the thought of burning the yarn, especially the cashmere, angora or alpaca wools but she had no choice, the yarn was contaminated and there was no telling what would happen if it wasn't treated properly before being used. She didn't want a repeat of the last time.
As Hannah was pouring over the paper printout of the laundry treatments she was startled by Dean bringing a crying Mary to her and after taking the list out of her hands, he gently placed Mary in her arms. "She doesn't want anyone but you." Hannah couldn't imagine why but Dean was right, the baby settled down and smiled at her, trying to wave her fingers.
"BUT, but the laundry!" she tried to protest. Her protest fell on deaf ears (almost literally, Mary had been crying for fifteen minutes) as Dean went to get Mary's bottle. Johnny was already firmly entrenched in Jordan's arms. Dean came back with the bottle only to have Mary refuse it. Every time he or Hannah tried to place it in her mouth she either spit it out or turned her head so they couldn't put the nipple in. It wasn't until Mary's fingers finally got a hold of Hannah's sweater and they heard her giggle that they finally figured out what was going on with the baby. "Why is she laughing?"
Dean just hung his head. "She wants to play with your sweater," he sighed. "Sam always did like to play with weird stuff when he was little."
"Playing with yarn is not weird!" Hannah said, standing up for Mary. Dean smiled. He had learned that lesson early on. Hannah was very attached to her knitting stuff and she had made the sweater. As long as she was standing up for his kid though, he wasn't going to argue with her. "If you go up to my room there is a see through box with pink yarn in it. Bring it here and we'll see if she would like to play with the skeins. That way I can get back to cleaning that yarn downstairs and she won't be screaming for my sweater."
Dean bowed to the inevitable and ran upstairs and got the box of yarn. He assumed that the reason Hannah wanted this particular box was because it contained the same kind of yarn that her sweater was made of. Soon Mary was giggling as she explored the various yarns that Hannah ended up giving her one at a time. Because she had casts on both arms and both legs there wasn't a lot that Mary could do in the way of playing. Between the two of them, Dean and Hannah soon learned when she wanted to bring the yarn to her face or to try and throw it or any one of the hundred and one small things that made up play time for such a small baby.
Hannah never did get to the laundry that night. After playtime with Mary came time for patrol, and this time Jess joined them. Sam was home with the twins while manning the phones and computer and John and Jordan were off on their own patrol. John also wanted him to see if he could find them a nice, simple haunting for the girls first run at something that wasn't a demon. It wouldn't do not to teach the girls their specialty now would it?
The fact that Jess had gone so far as to research what their lives were like and tried to find out if she could at least live with it blew Dean's mind. He had very little experience with long term girlfriends, as in almost none, but what little he did have had always shown him that there was no way they would give up their plans for his type of life. Jessica had not only talked to people who were Hunters of one sort or another, she had started studying on her own the things she knew she would need to know, fighting, Latin, that sort of thing.
He watched her more than he did Hannah as they followed her into one of the local parks. He wasn't shirking his duty to Hannah, right now she was out playing bait and he had one ear out for her. But he was really curious about why Jess was trying to get this involved with their work. Finally he couldn't take it any more. "So why are you doing this?" he asked bluntly.
Jess had been wondering when someone would ask her. John hadn't said anything, just nodded when she had explained what she had done over her summer. Sam had just stared at her and then hugged her. Dean had looked like she'd grown a second head and the girls hadn't reacted anymore than John had. She'd really expected a bigger fuss. "Sam is important to me and this is part of his life. Even if he really didn't want it, his being a Seer pretty much means that he's going to be involved whether he wants to be or not. I had to find out if I could handle being part of your family. If I can't I need to know now, I don't want to hurt him later."
That was something that Dean could understand, putting Sam first had been a part of his life for as long as he could remember. He just wished he could find a girl like Jess for himself and his kids. A shout ahead of them had them running before he could finish the though. Hannah needed reinforcements, it was time to get to work.