Sorry this has taken so long, but school has started and you all know how that goes. Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, I do own Hannah
Hannah flipped through channel after channel trying to find something to distract her. It had been three years to the day since Cas had left. The pain wasn't as sharp now, but she still felt less, somehow. As if, now that neither of them were who they had been she wasn't worth the effort to love. She knew that there was no founding for this and as an angel she shouldn't show emotions, but that didn't mean she didn't have them. She knew that the Winchester's loved her, and that Kevin looked up to her as mom like figure but it still hurt that the man she had loved left her.
She tossed the remote on the bed after she turned off the TV, not finding anything to take her mind off the past. She grabbed her worn brown leather jacket and threw it on over her light hoodie and fitted maroon blouse deciding that she would try Dean's past habit of forgetting the past via alcohol.
Dean sat at the bar nursing a whisky, a number of empty shot glasses sat on the counter next to him. Three years ago his relationship with Hannah had been defined. Dean had fallen fast and hard for Hannah when they met, but because of the events that followed the restoration of the angel, she had been left heart broken by Cas and Dean would never go after or make a move on Cas's girl, even though he was gone. He was doomed to love her from a distance and never have his loved returned. He tapped the counter, asking for a refill of his drink. As he added to the growing line of empty glasses he began to feel a buzz that he hadn't felt in a long time. He allowed the drink to burn through his veins and take the painful reminder away. He began to be less aware of his surroundings, but when a beautiful woman sat a few stools down, he shifted his attention to her and buying her drinks to wash away her troubles.
Hannah transported herself to a bar, she wasn't sure exactly where but it served drinks and that was all she cared about. She sat down and ordered the strongest drink they had. The bar tendered raised an eyebrow but complied and asked who the jerk was that hurt her. Hannah had always wondered about how bartenders always knew what the problem was that led people to drink, but tonight she was not in the mood for a flirtatious bartender and simply asked for another drink. If he thought he was going to get lucky, he was wrong, it would take a significant amount of alcohol to get her drunk enough to even consider 'making his night'. She glanced around the smoky atmosphere, noticing the few people that were in the room. There were mostly men scattered around, drowning their misery, but one man stood out to her. He was sitting not to far away, nursing his drink. He glanced over at her and gave a slight one handed wave, she half smiled back. He walked over and struck up a conversation.
Dean gave a smile at something the woman said and flirted back with her. He knew that it was a bad idea, but a the moment he didn't care. He ordered another drink for the two of them and complemented her outfit without really looking at it. She smiled and giggled, her drinks were starting to loosen her up. She wobbled just slightly and he caught her as she stood and told him that she need to be going. He offered to take her home in his car and she agreed. Dean knew that this needed to stop, that offering was a bad idea, but he told the little voice in his head to shut up and take a hike.
Hannah could feel the drinks finally start to affect her, the warmth flooded her body as the concoctions made her slightly fuzzy. She still wasn't drink, but she figured that finding out how much alcohol that would take would put a large dent in the credit card that Dean had given her a while back. The man that she had been talking with wrapped an arm around her waist as they left, her mind was spinning with the reminder that what she was doing was in no way allowed by Heaven, but she was just barely tipsy enough to where she didn't particularly care that much. As they drove back to the motel, Hannah's body began to filter out the effects of the bar and the edges of her sight became clearer as the car parked. As they got out and he walked her to the door, she turned to thank him but instead found his lips pressed against hers. His arms held her face as she tried to push back, but soon the passion in the kiss took her and she pulled him closer, grabbing his jacket. The door was opened and he backed her in, shutting the door behind him. They pulled back for air and Hannah placed her hands flat on his chest and applied slight presser.
"No, we need to stop." she said without much conviction. He ignored her wisdom and crashed his lips to her again. He shifted his lips to her chin and down her neck as his hands began to shed the layered that separated them. Hannah could feel the vibration of her throat as she spoke but the feel of his hands under her shirt overwhelmed what ever she had been trying to say.
They backed up until her legs hit the bed and she sat down suddenly, pulling him with her. Her arms were around his neck as she held him close allowing him to love her.
Dean hadn't mean to kiss the woman, but the drinks had made his decision maker a little fuzzy around the edges. As he pushed her into her room he heard the words of protest and felt her pushing on his chest but he didn't listen. He kissed her hungrily and ignored her as she asked him to stop. Dean kept backing her up and he felt them both go down on the bed. Few clothes were still on as he felt her body move, but it didn't take long for him to fix that. He felt her hands on him as he let the bottled up emotions pour out onto the woman.
Hannah laid wrapped in strong arms, the only thing covering them was a thin sheet around their waists. He was asleep behind her, she could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her bare back. She could not believe what she had just done, but the scattered clothes that littered the floor was evidence that she couldn't deny. He shifted closer to her in his sleep and she felt the sigh against her shoulder and he nuzzled his forehead on the base of her neck.
She couldn't do this, she had to leave. Without saying anything, Hannah left and went to the bunker, careful not to let Kevin know she was there and took a very hot shower.
When Dean woke up his head was pounding. He hadn't had that much to drink in a very long time. He rubbed his eyes as he glared at the glowing numbers on the clock. It was still early. He moved to get out of bed when he realized that all his close were on the floor. He stared at the discarded apparel and tried to think back to the night before. His memories were choppy at best and not in order. He seemed to remember a pair of brown eyes and quite a lot of inner arguing. Flashes of a woman filled his vision, hungry kisses and frantic hands, a need to feel every inch of her. He remembered the release of the bottled up emotions, the moving of her body, but the clearest thing was the sound of her voice as it called out to him, asking him to stop as he greedily held her.
He rubbed his hands over his face. What had he done?
Sam woke up and realized that Dean wasn't in the room. He softly knocked on the door to Hannah's room and got no answer either. He sighed and gathered his things, wondering where they could have gotten to and where the nearest bar was. When he walked outside, he was surprised to see Dean waiting by the impala, scowling at the sun. He clearly had a hangover, but Sam was still glad to see that he had gotten back safely. Now, where was Hannah?
His silent question was soon answered when a much too cheerful Hannah walked out of her room holding coffee. Sam watched her as she handed both brothers coffee before jumping in the back seat of the car. She hadn't stop talking since she had walked out, but she hadn't said anything worth saying. Sam was worried. He had seen her do this before, the first year after Cas had left. Then she hadn't wanted anyone to notice that she was hurting so she pretended that she was having a great day, but she wasn't a very good actress and was much to perky, tipping everyone off that something was wrong. She was doing the same thing now.
But what was interesting was the fact that Dean and Hannah wouldn't make eye contact with each other, as if they both had a secret and were ashamed to tell the other. Sam sighed as he watch them climb in the car, Dean had definitely had too many drinks last night and Hannah was hiding something, Sam knew that this would not, could not, turn out good.
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