Well I'm back, and look at that, three chapters in a week! Disclaimer: I don't in anyway own Supernatural, Dean or Sam Winchester, or Castiel. I only on the Plot and Hannah

When Hannah once again opened the door to the Winchester brothers, she was expecting them. This time they had cleaned up a little more and brought a six pack with them. She led them into the living room where Cas was waiting and offered them some lemonade. She left the men in the room to put the finishing touches on dinner, which went off without a hitch. As they sat around the table eating the homemade apple pie, Hannah listened to the guys reminisce the times when they were together. She could feel the slight under pull of something that wasn't being said, but as all three men were happy not to bring it up, so Hannah was content to just listen and serve seconds of dessert. It wasn't long, though, before the conversation took on a much more serious tone, Hannah realized more fully that none of these men had lived a 'happy' life. So many of their memories included a death or were just snippets in a much harder story. Hannah no longer wondered why they all looked older then they should.

The broken howling from the backyard brought Sergeant into the house to sniff out the strangers. Sam took a liking to the dog right away, who could have careless about Sam, but for some reason took to Dean right away, who was less then thrilled about the arrangement. So Sergeant laid sprawled out between Dean and Hannah while the humans continued their conversation, which soon turned from communal memories to filling in the year gap between them. Cas glazed over his year with Hannah, explaining that she found him in a coffee shop, got him job and gave him a reason to fight again. The brothers looked envious at what Cas was telling them, there might have been a sliver of happiness for their friend who for a year had gotten what they could never have, but wished for. Their year had not been as domestic, they talked about the months of recovery that Sam had gone through, how they had to fight off the cast down angels as well as protect them from demons, and how a young man named Kevin had labored over the translation of an ancient stone.

Cas ate up all the information the Winchesters gave him, while Hannah barely understood most of it, but when the stone was mentioned something stirred inside her. Sam noticed her body language change at the mention of the tablet and asked if she had heard of it.

"No, but was Kevin able to translate the Angel Tablet?" Hannah looked between the boys, now caught up in their tale. Sam looked over at Dean to see if he had noticed what Hannah had said, he hadn't.

"Yeah, he has." Dean let the answer settle for a moment before he dropped the bomb. "He found a way to reinstate the angels."

Dean gaged the reactions of the couple before him. Cas, who had for the briefest of moments forgotten the dark in the world, was pulled back into his overwhelming self guilt. He blamed himself for what had happened, with this new information he leaned forward, ready to take on the unspoken, but guaranteed difficult task that Dean mentioned. Hannah saw the self inflicted blame and determination in the fallen angel's eyes and grew apprehensive. She didn't understand what most of what Dean had said, nor did show know what this would entail but she did know based on the stories she had heard that it would cost them all dearly, if only she knew how much it would cost her.

"You're going to do it, aren't you?" Hannah watched as Cas closed the door after the Winchesters. Recently he had been trying to put up a face for her, let her think that he was happy here with her, and in a way he was. He did love her, but he had been part of causing the casting down of the angels and he felt the guilt heavy on his shoulders, and this evening broke what mask he had. He saw the toll that the past year had taken on the two men and he would do whatever it took to make it up to then, to right this wrong, and maybe, just maybe then he could start the path toward forgiveness.

"I have too, it's the right thing." His heavy blue eyes turned toward her, a determination in them that she had never seen before rested behind the self loathing.

"But at what cost?" The whole thing scared her, the beyond jaded look of Dean, the tired but try to find meaning look in Sam's eyes, but what scared her the most was the look in Cas, a look that would and had struck fear into demons.

"At any cost."

It was in that moment Hannah no longer saw Cas, but saw Castiel and knew that he was returning.

Dean looked over at his younger brother, who was sitting next to him in the front seat of the impala as they drove to the motel and could see the wheels turning in his mind.

"Got something you wanna share with the class there Sammy?"

Sam stalled slightly before looking strait ahead at the road.

"Do you notice anything odd about Hannah?" He stole a glance over at the driver, who was stone faced.

"You mean besides the fact that she's dating Cas?"

Sam turned to look at his brother.

"Don't you think it's odd that there are nearly no signs of personality in the house. There are only three pictures in the entire house that are not generic paintings and one of then is of the dog. There are no heirlooms, no nick-nacks, nothing to prove that it's not a model house, and you don't think thats odd?" Sam was slightly annoyed that Dean hadn't noticed any of the things he was bringing up.

"Nope." Dean's perpetual walls had just gained another six-feet of height.

"Or the fact that she called the stone the 'Angel Tablet' even though no one else before her had said that?"

"Drop it Sam."

Sam gaped at his brother, why wasn't he troubled by any of this?

"No, Dean, I'm not going to drop it, something is off about her. Why doesn't any of this bother you?"

Dean was done, done with everything, he turned to his bother with what little fight he had left.

"I don't know what you find so off about her, but drop it. I mean in Sammy, drop it. I'm done talking about this and I don't want to have this conversation again, so leave her be." Dean turned back to the road and Sam followed suit. He hadn't see Dean like this in a very long time. Why did he defend the girl? Why wouldn't Dean listen to what he had to say? The remainder of the car ride was silent as Sam sulked and Dean tried to make his inner dialogue shut up.

Well, tell me what you liked, din't like or just want to talk with some one :) Thank you to everyone who has read, followed and reviewed! I'll be going on vacation tomorrow so I wont be updating for a week butI am working on the next chapter. Love you all!