Once they had figured out what the cause of the deaths were, stopping the spirit wasn't as big a deal. It had been Hannah that realized the women had only wanted recognition, so when they called the spirits by name, they left in peace, after their bones had been burned, naturally. When the hunters pulled into the bunker, everyone was tired, but they pulled out the equipment they needed to and filed into the house. Over the past three day's Hannah had been even more quiet then what Sam had started to think was the new normal. She hadn't said more than three words at a time and even then, not very often. Hannah escaped to the kitchen to put a few things away and Sam plopped down on the couch, resting his feet on the nearby coffee table. Dean hadn't made it much farther, sitting on the arm of a nearby love seat. Hannah walked through the room on her way outside. When she saw the guys sitting, she suddenly lost her temper.

Hannah had never raised her voice at any of the guys, so when she shouted at them because they weren't done unloading, everyone was in shock.

All of the guys stared at her. Sam softly mumbled his apology and stood, looking like a reprimanded child. Hannah softened, then turned red, she gaped and ran out of the room. Dean had seen enough. He followed her into her room and stood in the doorway, arms crossed, feet apart, waiting for an explanation. Hannah had her back to him and her arms wrapped around her waist. Dean stood there, waiting.

"Hannah, what's going on?"

She didn't turn around. Dean walked closer and called her name. She turned but didn't look up at him, her body was ridged, her hair falling in her face.

"Hannah, what is it?" Dean was worried, this wasn't her, something was wrong.

"I'm fine, just tired. I'm sorry I yelled at Sam." She turned away and tried to escape, but Dean wasn't about to let her leave.

"You're not fine, something is wrong." He was getting slightly frustrated, why didn't she just tell him?

"Dean, I'm fine," He saw her waver, "Please drop it." She whispered, holding her waist. Dean looked down, he wasn't sure what to do.

"This about what happened, I thought we talked about this,"

Hannah turned, and her expression stopped him

"Dean, I-" She bit her lip her eyes were full of tears. Dean took three large steps and she was in his arms before the first one fell.

"Hannah whatever it is, it's going to be ok." He could feel her shake her head and he tried to reassure her again.

"No, Dean. You don't understand."

"What don't I understand? I can't help, if you wont tell me what's wrong."

"Dean, I'm pregnant."

Three words were all it took to make his world crash to the ground. He had no words, no idea what to say, what to do. He watched as more tears fell, she was scared, through and through. What had he done?

"How long?" His head was spinning. "How long have you known?"

Pain and guilt flashed in her eyes as she looked away, his chest tightened.

"Hannah how long?"

"I took the test a week ago." Her response was whispered and his heart sank. She had known for a week and hadn't told him. He took a step back, trying to get a handle on his thoughts, he put a hand to his spinning head. Hannah watched as he tried to process what she had told him. He sat down on the bed, she tried to give him time, tried to let him process, but she was terrified.

"I'm sorry."

Dean's statement stopped her thought process.

"What?"

He looked up at her, his mask had crashed to the ground and showed the broken man.

"I'm sorry." He was laying everything out for her, his guilt was plain and pain showed in every pore. Hannah dropped to her knees in front of him, she offered a face of confusion, not understanding why he was apologizing.

"I'm sorry that I didn't stop. That I couldn't control myself, that I made you stay when you wanted to leave. I'm sorry that I have burdened you with a child you don't want. I'm sorry that Cas broke your heart and I couldn't fix it and I'm sorry that my love isn't enough to make the pain go away. I'm sorry." He hung his head. He had laid everything out, all his fears and guilt. He had been able to lock away the remorse before, but now she was carrying his child, a child she hadn't asked for.

Hannah's mind was reeling. Dean's confession was more then anything that she could have ever guessed he had been going through.

"Dean,"

His hands brushed over his head and rested on the back of his neck. She lifted his chin and his hands fell to his side, his eyes were so full of shame and self loathing, that her eyes fill with tears at his pain.

"Dean, you have nothing to apologize for, nothing." She wiped a tear that escaped his eye. "That night I might have told you to stop but I in no way acted upon those words, or" she paused and waited till he looked at her, "Or meant them. I might have said that, but I did not want you too." he started to shake his head. "Dean don't you remember?" Hannah leaned her forehead against his and pushed her memories in to his. He saw that night as she did, he saw himself as he threw clothes on the floor, he saw as she asked him to stop, but he also saw her pulling him closer, holding him tight, and kissing him back. She pulled out of his thoughts and looked up at him, tears in her eyes. "Don't you see, I did not want you to go and you did not make me do anything, I very willingly came with you and let you in."

Dean looked, searched her, praying that what she had said was true.

"The baby?" He couldn't voice anymore, not what he had said earlier, but whatever she decided he would respect.

"Is unexpected, but no unwanted." she saw the slighted sliver of hope flash in his eyes before guilt took over once again. She took his face in both her hands. "I'm not going to pretend that I'm not terrified, but I would rather have a child with you then anyone else, on Earth or in Heaven. And Cas might have broken my heart, but it hasn't hurt for a very long time. I don't know if I love you, but I do know that because of your love, things have changed."

Dean took her face in his hands and wiped away her tears, he slipped off the bed and gathered her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they simply held each other. He rubbed circles on her back with his thumb as he held her. She pulled back slightly after a few minutes.

"Dean I'm scared."

His mask started to pull back up, but what she said next made him shiver.

"What will the angels do? Sleeping with a human is one thing, but having a child with one is strictly forbidden. I'm scared of what they'll do to the baby when they find out, they will find out Dean, this isn't something we can hide, they're going to find out." Petrified tears poured out of her brown eyes. Dean knew that she had a very real fear, and that is was grounded in hundreds of years of watching other angel slip up as she had done, he shivered as he though of someone laying a hand on his child. Dean looked down at Hannah and she pulled back at the look in his eyes.

"I swear, no one will hurt our baby."

The determination in his stare made Hannah, for the first time, feel like they might be able to do this. She nodded, her fear slowly dissipating and she knew that as long as she and Dean were together, the baby would be safe. She also knew that her trust would be put to the test, it was only just a matter of time