Hannah looked out the sky window from her bed. She pulled the quilt and pushed it down with her feet before she swung them off the bed. Grabbing a shirt and flannel from her draws, Hannah got ready to face the day. The smell of breakfast wafted through the bunker and into her room, causing her mouth to water at the scent of pancakes. She shimmied into her jeans and left the room.

Dean was in the kitchen, flipping the hotcakes on the griddle, he turned and grinned at the messy haired angel. She smiled back and gathered four plates from the cupboard, staking them by his elbow. As Dean turned toward the table to ask Sam to grab the orange juice, Hannah reached passed him and stole a length of bacon from the nearby pile. Dean turn just in time to see the piece disappear and the sudden look of innocence mask the slight chewing. He waved the spatula at her, shooing her away from the food, telling her to sit down and wait like Sam. She grinned as she sat down, Sam had his nose buried in a pregnancy book that he had read at least twice cover to cover.

Kevin stumbled into the kitchen, shuffled over to the coffee maker and poured himself a very large, very full cup. Sam set the book down at looked at Hannah.

"Did you know that you have entered into your second trimester? It saids here that you should soon start to feel the baby move, these movements are called the 'quickening' and can easily be missed by new mothers." He looked at her expectantly. Hannah was amused at Sam's scholarly dedication to their soon to be new lifestyle.

"Yes I was aware that I'm in the second trimester, and I have felt the baby move, I'm a lot more aware of my body then most women."

The movement by the stove had stopped and Sam looked slightly crest fallen, she realized that they had wanted to be informed the moment she had started to feel the baby, but what she couldn't tell them was that she had always been aware of the baby, even when she denied it those first few weeks.

"I've only felt it a few times and they weren't real kicks, just a slight fluttering." Hannah heard the movement pick up again behind her, but she knew she had let Dean down. He had tried not to push any boundaries, giving her space, but in doing this she felt like he was distancing himself from the baby because of her.

Kevin made a sound and brought the coffee just far enough away from his mouth to voice his opinion.

"Could we not talk about the baby in the kitchen? I just want one place that is safe from all the weird things that Hannah is doing with her body." He glanced around the room but was suddenly quiet when he saw the look that Dean gave him. He returned to his drink and sat down in his spot, waiting silently.

"Cakes are up."

The breakfast conversation turn to the normal topic of possible hunts. There were a few things down in Georgia they could look at or something in Washington that they could check out. They threw out ideas as they pushed back their plates. Hannah stood and began to gather the dishes. Dean glanced over, then did a double take. Hannah wasn't wearing the loose fitting blouses that she had been for the last few weeks, rather, in her rush she had grabbed a well fitting tank top that showed her curves. In fact it was showing off a new curve that Dean had very mixed feelings about.

"Sam, can I talk to you for a minute?" Dean stood and walked out of the room and a confused, but compliant Sam followed. When he found Dean in the library, out of earshot of the kitchen, he was pacing, hands on his hips.

"What is it?" Sam started to get antsy, what had upset Dean so suddenly?

"Did you see it?" He had stopped pacing and was facing his brother.

"See what?" Sam turn and looked over his shoulder as if the answer was behind him, then back to his brother. Dean made a protruding belly with his hands.

"Hannah's showing?" Sam's eyebrows lifted.

Dean nodded and took a few more paces.

"Hu," Sam had a half grin and gave a short laugh. Dean stopped at his brother's reaction.

"Sam this isn't a laughing matter, this is real. Hannah is going to have a baby."

"I know that Dean and a baby bump is all part of that process."

Dean started pacing again.

"I know, but it wasn't real before, she didn't look any different, but now?" Dean paused, "This is actually happening, she's really pregnant." He ran a hand over his face. "When I first saw it, man, I couldn't believe it, I could see where the baby was. Sam if I can see it, so can everything else. I can't keep her safe anymore, Sam. I can't pretend like it's not going to happen and the things in the dark wont find out."

Sam realized what was happening, as Dean saw the bump, the baby became real to him.

"Not only will the creeps hunt the kid, but Heaven will be after it too!" He stopped and turned a concerned face back to the man, "Do you think the baby will have wings?"

"I don't know man, that's a question for Hannah." Sam watched Dean scrub his face with his hands. "Have you talked to Hannah, I mean, like a really conversation?" He watched Dean give him a noncommittal shrug and nod of the head. "Dean it's been over two months, you have to talk to her. She's just as scared as you are."

Dean's tough guy exterior was back up and he turned a mechanical looked to his brother.

"We gonna go hunt or what?"

"No, Dean, we're not. Not until you have a real conversation with Hannah." Sam walked out shaking his head, unable to believe that his brother hadn't spoken with Hannah.

Hannah stood in front of the mirror, just staring at the new proof of the child growing inside of her. She had taken the flannel off, leaving in on the floor, to better see the bump. It was small, but undeniably there. She had been hiding belly, trying to give Dean as much time as she could to adjust. She had also lied earlier, she had been feeling quickenings for a few weeks and in the past few days she had felt actual kicks. She wanted so badly to indulge in the joy and wonder that the baby brought, rather then suppress it with fear and uncertainty.

A sound at the door, caused her to turn and see Dean leaning against the frame watching her.

"It looks good on you."

Hannah gave him a slight smile. She wasn't sure what to do next though, until the baby kicked. A shy smile formed and she bit her lip.

"Dean, come here for second." She held out her hand and he strode forward and took it, happy to be asked for. "It might be to early, but here." She placed his finger tips on her stomach, pressing them slightly over where the kick had been. She moved them over a bit and was rewarded with a second kick. She looked up to see Dean's reaction. His face was blank, not allowing himself to show emotion. Hannah got scared, was it wrong to have him feel the baby? Should she have waited?

Dean suddenly dropped to a knee in front of her, his face level with the growing child. Hannah's hand was still on top of his, but he slipped his out from underneath and place both hands on her belly. He was no longer looking at Hannah, but all his attention was on her waist. He slowly pulled her tank up to expose the bump, allowing the rib knit to hold itself up while he pressed his fingers to her skin, searching for more movement. His eyes filled with tears as the baby once again kicked his fingers, a grin and a short laugh at the baby's movement filled Dean. He looked up at the woman before him, eyes moist and filled with wonder. Hannah smiled down at him, tears teasing her eyes as well, happy that he could feel the baby. She placed her hands over his, not wanting the first moment of happiness end.

He looked back at their hands covering the small creation.

"Thank you." Slipping his thumbs over her hands, he looked back up at her.

All she could do was nod, before tears slipped out. Dean frowned and stood, not letting go of her hands.

"Hannah what is it?" He was worried he had over stepped his bounds.

"Dean." Her tears had turned from joy to confusion and sadness. Hannah dropped Dean's hands and walked into his arms. Dean responded, gathering up the woman he loved, cherishing her touch.

"I'm so confused about everything and so frightened about what will happen, but the worst thing is us." A bout of tears made her pause and dread took a tight grip on his heart. "We use to be so close, we use to talk and goof around, but now it's like we're strangers. We're so careful not to push boundaries that we're pushing each other away." Sobbing broke the sound of her voice and Dean realized that it was true, they had been pushing each other away. He held back a curse and held her tight. Hannah tilted her head so her cheek was on his chest and he could hear her talk.

"I know that what I'm asking isn't fair to you at all, but I can't bear the weight of this alone anymore. I need you there, physically. I don't know of it's because of the hormones from the baby, but I need you to be there. I know that you're just as worried as I am and that it's not fair to ask you to show your love and support when I can't do the same for you. But I need to know that you want this, that you want-" she stopped and rubbed her face with her hands, frustrated. "What is wrong with me, why am I acting so human?"

Dean was slightly humored by fluctuation of hormones causing the mood swings, but they needed to address her very real feelings.

"Hannah look at me." He waited till she glanced up at him, tear stains on her cheeks and his shirt. "I made a promise that I plan on keeping until the day I die. Your right, we have been pushing each other away and I'm sorry that I didn't see that and it took you being in so much pain for me to realize. That ends, alright? I'll be here, where ever you need me, and I do support you. One more thing, are you listening?" He paused as she nodded her answer. He wiped a tear off her cheek and softened his eyes. "I want this. I'm scared as hell, but I want this."

Hannah nodded her understanding and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting in his care. Dean rubbed circle on her back with his thumb, pained that he had allowed himself to let her pain get this far. He vowed to never let that happen again.

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