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Sergeant barked at the door alerting Kevin that the hunters were back and a sigh of relief escaped his lips. The door opened and Kevin stopped in his tracks, something was off, he couldn't place a finger on it but there was something that wasn't right. Dean brushed passed Kevin and went to the kitchen for a beer, Hannah briefly hugged Kevin then disappeared into her room, Sam was last and he gave Kevin an exasperated look that showed he was lost as well.

Dean sulked in the kitchen as he drank his soda, they were out of beer. The hangover was gone, but his bad mood was still very present. He kept replaying what had happened, her words were on repeat in his mind. He hid the guilt behind a mask of self loathing and stone.

At one point, later in the afternoon, Sam came in the kitchen and sat down next to him.

"You going to tell me what happened?" Sam glanced at the flat soda that was sitting half full on the table.

"Nope." Dean took a sig of the drink and made a face. Sam sighed and hung his head a moment before pushing himself up. He walked through the bunker, giving Kevin a shrug and a shake of the head before tapping on Hannah's door.

"Hannah is everything alright?" He listened, waiting for an answer that came muffle but very quickly.

"Yep, I'm doing great."

Sam hung his head again. This was not going to be resolved anytime soon. He walked back to Kevin and sat down beside him. They stayed that way for awhile before Kevin declared he was going to bed and Sam soon left and hit the hay as well. Dean still sat at the table, spinning the can of soda.

It was late when Hannah came out of her room for a drink of water. When she walked into the kitchen and saw Dean she stopped short, unsure what to do. How should she go about this? What was he thinking? What would happen now?

Dean looked up and guarded his face, she looked surprised at seeing him and unsure of what to do. He gave a single wave to her, much in the same way he had at the bar. She bit her lip before walking to the cupboard to get a glass.

"And how are you tonight Hannah?" He decided that it was best to try and get the conversation that needed to be had over with as soon as possible.

Hannah checked herself before answering, knowing that what would be said would define everything.

"I'm, I'm doing alright." She bit her lip and stole a glance at him. He looked tired and uncomfortable. She could see that his mask was up and he was trying his hardest to hide what he was feeling. Her heart ached. "Dean how are you?" She looked at him fully now, he avoided her eyes.

"Me? I'm fantastic, great, wonderful." He tried to fall back on sarcasm.

"Dean," Hannah sat down across from him. "Please don't do this."

Dean got up and dropped his drink in the sink. "I think we've already done it, last night or are you trying to forget about that?" He leaned on the counter, a cold expression in his eyes. He wasn't mad, not really, not at Hannah. He felt guilty, more guilty then he had felt in a very long time.

"Dean, I think we need to talk about that."

"What needs to be talked about? It happened, end of story." He pushed himself off the counter, making to leave.

"But what happens now?" Hannah had not watched hundreds of years of humanity not to know that sleeping together changed things. Dean sank back onto the counter and rubbed his eyes.

"Honestly? I have no freakin idea,"

Hannah saw the weight of their actions taking a toll on him. Even though he was trying to hide his fears from her, she had watched over him long enough to be able to read him, no matter how thick his mask was. He was worried, and unsure, not that she was quite sure what to do herself. She sighed, and covered her face in her hands, she was so confused. Until last night she hadn't had any feelings for Dean in that way or at least she hadn't thought so, but after being with him, she wasn't so sure anymore.

Dean saw her struggling and he hated himself for being the cause. He shouldn't have done anything, he should have stopped, and he wished that he could walk over and comfort her, but he had already done enough, so he stayed where he was.

Hannah felt his absence, normally if something happened Dean would be beside her, even if whatever the event was didn't bother her, Dean would be there anyway. But now, the protectiveness was nowhere to be found and Hannah couldn't figure out why that bothered her so greatly. They sat there for a few moments before Hannah softly asked that they not tell Sam or Kevin what had happened. Dean nodded stiffly and she regretted her request. Dean hadn't taken it as a way to keep the awkwardness down, he had taken it as she was ashamed at what had happened, what she had done with him. Hannah realize this as he started to move to leave again.

"Dean, I didn't mean,"

"It's fine, don't worry about it."

She stood and grabbed his arm, forcing him to stop.

"No, it's not, I didn't mean it that way. All I meant was that it might make things weird with them, but I am not ashamed of you, I never have been and I never will." She could tell that he didn't really believe her but it had eased the moment a little. Dean looked over at her, she was nervous and he once again felt bad for allowing himself to let her feel less then content. He forced himself to relax and try to act like nothing had happen, that he hadn't acted upon his passion or made love to her. He pulled her into a hug and felt her relax, allowing him to take the lead.

"It'll be fine, no one will find out."

Hannah prayed that would be true, because if certain people found out, then she might have Hell to pay. He felt her grew ridged as she hid in his arms, he frowned and pulled her back slightly.

"Hannah, what's wrong?" He tilted her chin up so she would look at him, when she glanced up apprehension filled her eyes.

"Dean we slept together."

Her statement was meant to fully answer his question, but it only reenforced the guilt that he had.

"I'm an angel."

Dean understood, he gathered her back in his arms. He didn't know details, but he did know that angels were not suppose to 'mix' with humans. Hannah was worried about what the higher ups in Heaven would do about what had happened. He would make sure that the security was on high alert and make sure that her dog was in the house at all times, as much as he disliked the mutt, it was a good guard dog.

"Nothing is going to happen, I promise." He rested his cheek on top of hers, he would protect her, no matter what happened.

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