Well, sense I got a review (Thank you Frozeninspace!) Here is another chapter! Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the Characters from it, I do own Hannah

"Sammy, you're going to be an uncle."

Sam looked at his brother, then over at Hannah. They were both very unsure, but Sam's shock quickly turned into a broad smile. He stood and was at Hannah's side in a few strides, enveloping her in a hug. Hannah let go of Dean's hand and returned the hug, resting in the comfort and excitement that Sam was radiating. When he pulled back, Hannah's smile was now at least half genuine. Sam stepped over and gave his brother a hug, patting him on the back.

"Congratulations, it's about time you guys got together. A baby?" Sam was all smiles, he had seen the uneasy and unsure looks that the couple had been wearing, but he knew that if they had decided to tell him and Kevin about the baby then they planned on keeping it, whether they had talked about it or not. In the split second after they had made the announcement, he had decided that they both needed his full support in this, so he would give it and the first step was helping them to see what a good thing this baby would be.

Dean saw the change in Hannah's demeanor after Sam exclaimed his excitement for them and giving his full support. She had relaxed and her smile had grown. Sam had done what Dean should have done, supported her and confirmed his pride and happiness, instead Dean had given her more cause to doubt and worry. He mentally kicked himself while thanking whoever was upstairs that Sam had given her the reaction she deserved. He swore to himself that he would be nothing but supportive of her, that the only thing she would ever see from him was his pride and confidence in her.

"How far along are you?" Sam had moved back to Hannah's side and eagerly awaiting her answer.

"Eight weeks." Her answer was short but not filled with fear as her answers to Dean had been. Sam nodded and an I-knew-it look crossed his face. This struck a nerve with Dean, he should have noticed that Hannah wasn't feeling right, he should have been the one to guess that she was expecting, not Sam, Dean was the one who had slept with her for goodness sake!

Sam noticed that Dean was still upset, but he decided that at that moment, Hannah needed the comfort and Dean would have to wait. He guided Hannah to the couch and had her sit down as he continued to pour support into her.

Dean sat on the arm of the chair behind Hannah, but about a foot away. She was more relaxed but he knew that was because of Sam and not because of him and it rubbed him wrong. He knew she needed comfort and he wanted nothing more then to give it to her, but at this moment, because of what he had done, he didn't know if he could, if she would accept it from him. Dean forced a goofy smile when Hannah turned to him during the conversation at one point, but it dropped as soon as she turned away. The battle he had ben fighting with himself earlier was nothing compared to the war he was having to fight now.

Dean was on a ladder painting an enochian sigil on the ceiling, he planned to cover every single inch of the bunker with them, nothing was going to hurt Hannah. He had covered about a fourth of the ceiling in the main living area when Sam walked in and at first he just watched him. Dean pushed his brush, making another letter before he called down to his brother.

"What do you want Sam?" He didn't take his eyes off his work, expecting that whatever Sam had to say would turn into an argument that Dean didn't want to have.

"Need any help?"

Sam's question threw Dean slightly, he looked down at his brother, then shrugged and pointed at the can of paint on the floor. It wasn't long before Sam was on a ladder helping Dean. They worked in silence for a while before Sam spoke up.

"How are you really doing, Dean? And I don't want the I-can-handle-everything answer, I want the truth." Sam watched as his brother rested his arms on the top of the ladder, leaning on them as if he didn't have the strength to hold himself upright.

"Honestly, I have no freaking idea. I mean, I knew that Hannah wasn't herself, but I thought that was because of what we had done. It wasn't expected, Sam, and afterwards she, we, both regretted what had happened, but I never imagined a baby. How can I raise a kid Sam?"

Sam had never seen his brother look so lost, he had never allowed Sam to see him lost, but now, Dean was completely worn out. It seemed as if he had aged years in the past eight weeks. Sam's heart clenched for his brother, he had known that the situation had put strain on him, but had no idea how much, at least until Dean showed him.

Sam wasn't sure what to say, he had no wisdom to give him, no advise, not fortune cookie answer to offer. He looked over at his brother, there were circles under his eyes and his color was off.

"It won't be that bad, Dean, I mean, for the most part, I turned out alright." Sam gave a half hearted grin trying to cheer Dean up.

"Yeah. Do you remember what Dad use to say?" Dean had stopped looking at his brother and was looking off into space. "'It only takes one mistake.' Hannah has already defied Heaven once and the things that we go after would jump at a chance to go after her and the baby if they knew about them. I only have to mess up once to get them hurt, or killed. There is no way that I can keep a baby safe, Sammy. And I can't watch either Hannah or the baby get hurt knowing that it's my fault" Such pain filled his eyes as Dean poured out his fears to his brother.

"Dean, that won't happen." Sam ached at the realization that Dean really believed that he really would be the cause of Hannah being hurt. "Besides, Hannah will be there, you won't be doing it alone and she wouldn't let anything touch her kid." Sam couldn't stop the slight smile when Dean perked up slightly at Hannah's name, but then he slumped again when he remembered their current relational situation.

"Yeah, guess you're right." Dean turned back to the job at hand and Sam sighed at the fact that Dean had closed up.

In another part of the house, Hannah laid on her bed and felt her powers being block as the enochian sigils filled the bunker. In someways she was relieved that she could feel her power hindered because that it meant other Angels couldn't use their powers either, but in many ways she was filled with fear, if she couldn't use her grace, how could she protect the baby adequately? What if she couldn't reach her blade in time? What if she was over powered? What if - She heard the clatter of plastic cups falling and Dean's shouts at Kevin and her body relaxed. As long as she was with Dean, with the brothers, then nothing would hurt the baby. She laid there and listened to Dean shouting across the bunker telling Kevin to keep the noise down so she could rest and a soft, almost smile formed.