Hannah sat next to Dean on her bedroom floor, she had just confessed that she had known for a week that she was carrying his child. She looked over at him and saw him staring at nothing in particular, no doubt trying to process what had happened and what they were going to do next. They would have to tell Sam and Kevin. She could see him fighting himself, struggling between guilt and loathing and happiness and sheer joy, as if he wasn't going to allow himself to be happy about the announcement of the coming bundle. Not that Hannah knew quite how to react either, and she had taken the test a week ago and still didn't know how she felt. A deep uneasiness filled her and twisted in the pit of her stomach, someone was coming.

Hannah scrambled to her feet and pulled out her blade, Dean quickly followed and placed a hand on her shoulder. Hannah didn't turn her gaze, but continued to scan the room. Dean slipped behind her to run and grab the colt from the kitchen table but the sudden ruffle of wings made him stop and position himself between Hannah and the source of the sound.

A man, an Angel, with brown wings stood only a few feet away. Hannah crouched slightly, ready to fight. Her fear hidden by determination, she and Dean both were warriors, and they might need to prove that tonight.

"Nuriel, I would love to say that it's great to see you, but I can't help but wonder why you're here." Hannah addressed the Angel, guard fully up and blade threatening.

"How did you get in here?" Dean had no weapon, but that would not stop him from protecting Hannah, or the baby.

"Amaris, you always were the trouble child, weren't you?" He sighed, face open, and eyes sad. "Why, Amaris, why did you do it? Do you even know what you have done, truly?"

Dean could feel Hannah tense up even more at the call of her true name, a name she no longer responded too. She didn't answer him, she only glared and held herself ready.

Nuriel seemed troubled by her silence, he took a step toward them, but the look in Dean's eyes and the blade that protected the couple stop him. His gaze hardened.

"I've come to warn you Amaris, the council doesn't know about what you and your human mate have done, but you will not be able to keep it from them for very long. Heed my warning, do not go to Heaven, do not seek council and do not do anything that draws attention and you just might be able to take care of this issue before they find out."

The couple's posture changed. Hannah began to tremble with anger and Dean straitened up, clearly ready to beat someone up. Hannah's blade sank to her side as she strode nearly toe to toe with the other Angel.

"I have ceased to answer to the council for any of my action or for any reason at all. Though I appreciate you coming down to warn me of facts that I was already aware of, this 'issue' is my child and will not be 'taken care of' as you so brashly put it, but she will be loved and raised to respect those around her. If you think an Arch Angel like you can threaten -"

"Amaris," Nuriel spoke her name softly and Hannah looking at the Angel who had helped to raise her. "I don't want to see you hurt, please be wise, that's all I ask. I know that you don't report to the council, but do you know how bitter they are about that? They would use any excuse to bring you down, back under their control, and you have not only given them a reason to hate you more but one that they can respond to with dire consequences." He looked down at the brown eyes he had taught to watch over humanity and wished with all his might that she would escape her punishment. "I don't know when they will find out, but they will and they will come." He took a step back to leave, his warning given. "Before I go, you must place enochian sigils on the inside of the bunker, so that the weather can not be manipulate to wash them away" With his last word of advise and confession to his entrance, the Arch Angel was gone.

Hannah stared at the place where her brother had left, suddenly exhausted. Dean turned, still angry at, not only being ignored, but his safe haven bombarded. He looked over at Hannah to express his...concerns, but saw her mask fall. For the first time in a long time, Dean actually looked at Hannah, she looked awful. Dark rings bruised under her eyes that had lost the joy of life, shoulders sagged and arms were limp at her side, as he watched, she sat down heavily on the bed, the normally strait, strong aura of a warrior was gone and in its place was a scared and worn woman, seeking comfort and direction.

Dean ached to hold her and chases away her fears and doubts, to protect her and give her strength, he wanted to lead her and help her find rest, but mostly, above all, he wanted to love her and let her know that she wasn't alone. He walked over and knelt before her, arms crossed over his knee, he brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear.

"Hannah, no matter what happens, know that you will not be doing this alone. I will stand by your side, do whatever you need me to do to help you. I'm promised you three years ago that I'm not going to leave and I'm keeping that promise."

She looked down at him and gave him barely a ghost of a smile.

"I swear to you that I will not leave." He looked up at her, trying to make her feel his love through his look and his words. Hannah reached out and placed a hand against his cheek, cupping the rough skin of his 5 o'clock shadow. Dean closed his eyes, leaning into her hand and cherishing the moment.

"Thank you." it was all she could say, she knew that he wanted more, that he wanted to hear that she loved him also, but she couldn't lie, not matter how happy that would make him, he deserved the truth from her. She saw his reaction, the love in his eyes, the want to do more and the holding back so not to push her and her heart turned in her chest that she couldn't give him what he wanted, didn't know what she wanted, couldn't understand how she felt. Hannah was so confused. Being an Angel, she should be able to understand her feelings better then humans, but at this moment, Dean knew exactly what he was feeling, while Hannah was a pile of unanswered questions and mix of emotions that she couldn't even label. On one hand, she still felt the pain from Cas's rejection, on another, when she was with Dean she felt like the world was at peace, and a third hand, she was an Angel of the Lord and shouldn't be anywhere near this situation, on the forth hand, that night with Dean had felt so right, on the fifth hand… Hannah was much more then confused, she was completely at a loss, and tired, oh so tired.

Dean saw the battle happening behind her worn eyes, he reluctantly took her hand and stood. She followed his movements with her eyes, not even trying to understand why she felt slightly better that he hadn't let go of her hand.

"We need to tell Sam and Kev, they have a right to know."

Hannah nodded, somewhat hurt that Dean had chosen that wording about telling the boys about the baby. She stood and followed him into the living room. As the neared the corner of the room, she threw her shoulders back, shook her head and put on a relaxed and almost happy face. Dean was thrown at the sudden and convincing change in her attitude, his felt his stomach turn at the thought of how many time she could have done this and he would never had know what she had really been going through.

They entered the room and both of the guys looked over at them from the pile of things that had just been unloaded from the impala. Hannah was wearing a slightly shy look while Dean sported a confused and unsettled one. Sam looked between the two and decided to sit down, he was soon followed by Kevin. Dean looked down at his hand, which was still holding Hannah's and was at a loss for words.

"We have something we need to tell you." Hannah prompted from beside him, allowing him to tell his brother, the way that he chose.

"Yeah," Dean cleared his throat and decided to jump in with both feet. "Sammy, your going to be an uncle."