Dean knocked on the doorframe of Hannah's room, she was looking at her 20 week belly in the full length mirror on the wall. He smiled at her slightly surprised look and the hurried pulling down of her shirt. She wrapped a flannel around her shoulders, one that Dean realized was his, as she walked over to him. He confidently placed a hand on the baby, knowing that it was "safe". Hannah smiled at his affection and his ease, although she was pretty sure that he only allowed her to see him 'happy' and 'excited' about the baby, rather then what was really going on, but she would accept that, for the moment.

"What's up?" She leaned her back against the doorframe and smiled when he rested his arm above her head, enjoying the fact that he felt comfortable enough to flirt slightly with her again.

"Sam and I are going to be leaving on a hunt soon." His expression was soft and his hand still rested on her stomach, he would love her however she allowed. She brightened at his statement and pushed herself up.

"I'll get my things."

Dean looked guilty and started to rub his neck. "Actually, just, Sam and I are going. I think it would be better if you stayed here with Kevin."

Hannah turned around to face him.

"Excuse me?"

"How do you think they did?" Sam looked over at his brother from the passenger side of the impala.

"They're fine, it wasn't that hard to convince her to stay and we were only gone two nights. How bad could it be?" Dean seem way too relaxed, while Sam could hardly sit still.

"I don't know man, her smile as she was waving goodbye, creeped me out."

"Your reading into this to much."

They pulled up to the bunker, climbed out of the car and as walk toward the door, they began to hear a steady beat come from inside. They look at each other before opening the door. 1940's big band swing music blasted from the batcave. As they walked in they realized that the source was centered in the living room where Hannah and Kevin were dancing, well. Hannah was making Kevin learn to dance.

The young prophet was the first to noticed the shocked men and broke free from the Angel's grasp. He ran over to the men and glared at them.

"Never again." He turned and disappeared to his room.

The brothers watched as Hannah turned down the music and with a sticky sweet smile walked over to them with her arms open.

"Welcome back!" She gave Sam a hug, he in turn went stiff. She moved over to Dean and he smiled stiffly and returned her hug.

"Well now that I know your back safe, I'm going to go lay down for a bit." She left the room and the brothers in shock. Dean looked around at the very empty space and left the room quickly, looking in the strategy room. Sam looked around at the empty room and wondered how long it had taken her and Kevin to remove every bit of furniture, also where they had put it.

"She moved everything." Dean stormed back in.

"Now do you believe me?"

Dean threw his hands in the air, "Where did she put it?"

Sam shook his head, and surrendered his hands.

"I dunno man, but I think we have bigger issues then Hannah rearranging the furniture."

"Yeah, she hid the beer!" Dean pointed to the kitchen. They then heard a voice of warning from the hall way leading to Kevin's room.

"Don't eat the pie either, she used salt instead of sugar."

"Hannah!" Dean stormed down the bunker.

The frustrated hunter found the pissed off angel sitting on her bed, waiting for him.

"What the heck Hannah, what's going on?" Dean walked right up to the edge of her bed and crossed his arms.

"Don't ever leave me home like that again or more then a few beers will go missing." She sat very still on the bed, not intimidated by Dean in the least.

"I left you home to keep you and the baby safe."

Hannah stood suddenly and stood right in front of him, jabbing his chest with her finger.

"I can keep myself safe, thank you very much, or did you forget that I am a warrior too? I didn't become a Guardian because I had good grades, I had to work for it and prove that I could fight. After three years of fighting with you do you really doubt my abilities?"

"No, I don't doubt you, I - "

"So you thought that making me stay here alone and locking me in my thoughts and fears was a good idea and safer then taking me with you?"

Hannah felt the change in Dean's manner more then she saw it.

"I couldn't risk you getting hurt."

"Oh, now a Silver Guardian can't defend herself." She threw her arms in the air and turned around, making a 360. Dean's face was hard, but slowly broke as he started to speak.

"I can't watch you get hurt, Hannah, I can't. I didn't take you with us, because I can't be the reason you or the baby get hurt." Dean looked down at one of the most precious things in his life and the thought of her being hurt nearly broke him. The weeks of hiding his fear from her ended as his eyes showed the strain he carried.

Hannah realized that he only want to protect her, she also realized that he didn't believe in himself as much as she believed in him.

"Dean, have you ever seen my wings?"

Dean's eyebrows gathered together at the sudden change of topic. He had told her his greatest fear and she brushed to aside. He took a step back, and gave his head a shake.

"No, I haven't." He brought back the guarded expression, she clearly wasn't interested in hearing about what he thought.

"Would you like too?" Hannah watched him, shrug and sigh.

"Sure."

Hannah hesitated for a split second before she slipping off her jacket. He watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and stood before him in a spaghetti strapped camisole, her eyes closed, but soon his attention was drawn to two large silver wings that framed her body. Dean was speechless, he never could have imagined how intimidating and majestic her wings were. They were loosely folded, slightly curled around her to allow both of them to fit into the room. The silver feathers bounced light against the wall as Dean began to walk around her. He stop behind Hannah and just gazed at where the wings came out of her soft skin, the connection seemed so right, so natural, that he wondered how he could have ever thought otherwise. Slowly, he reached out and gently ran a fingers down a long, thin scar between the base of her wings, then drop down on to the feathers. Hannah flinched at the unexpected touch, but at his second touch her shoulder curled inward slightly, and her wings expanded just a hair. Dean's hand whispered over the curve of the covert feathers and they trembled at his touch. He paused, unsure if he was hurting her, but she turned ever so slightly, placing her wing near his hand and he once again stroked the soft, sliver coverts. Once again, her wings began to tremor, making the silver shimmer at the movement and he realized that she was trembling with pleasure. He walked back around to face Hannah and realized that she had her blouse clutched to her chest, as if trying to cover herself. Dean slipped his hand under her cheek and lifted her chin up.

"Hannah," He looked in her eyes and saw embarrassment laced with something he had never seen before in her eyes.

"I've never shown anyone my wings before, not since I was a fledgling"

"Why me?" He was now suddenly afraid to touch the precious secret.

"Because I trust you completely." She took a step and stood toe-to-toe with him and wrapped them both in her wings. "And I know that would would never let anything harm me, that you would protect me with your life."

Dean saw the path her words were taking and he took her chin between his hands.

"I trust you with everything Dean, my life, the life of our child, and my wings. I trust you without hesitation and I needed you to see that."

Hannah watched as he struggled with her declaration, she wrapped her wings around them tighter, she needed him to understand. Before she had even thought it through, Hannah allowed the heat of the moment, the pleasure of the sensation of him stroking her wings, the broken and lost look run away with her and before she could stop herself, she lifted herself up on her toes and kiss him.

Dean took only a second to respond. His hands cradled her face as he kissed her back, hungry for her love. He soon felt tears pool on top of his hands and he reluctantly pulled away. Sorrow spilled out of her eyes, as she closed them, unable to look at him. Dean could feel his heart cracking.

"I'm sorry, its not fair, it's not fair. I needed you to understand that you make me feel safe, but I'm just hurting you. You deserve someone who loves you. But I just don't know. I'm sorry."

She started to pull away, her wings once again hidden, but Dean took her face back in his hands. What hurt him more was the fact that she didn't feel like she deserved to be loved.

"Hannah, don't apologies, don't ever apologies. Life might not be fair, but you are by far one of the best things to come out of it. It doesn't matter if you love me or not, I'm just glad that you safe. And I want to thank you for showing me your wings, they're beautiful."

Hannah gave him a tearful nod, before she allowed him hug her close. If she didn't love him, why did this feel so right?