Hannah and Dean had come to an agreement, Dean would allow her to come with them on the hunt as long as she didn't go with them when they actually went after the creature. No one was terribly happy with this set up, but it was the best they could come up with, until Hannah reached her third trimester, then Dean put his foot down and even Hannah had to agree with him. So she stayed at the bunker and made an obscene amount of pie.

The brothers had just walked in the door when the timer on the oven went off. The large building smelled of baking sugar. Dean took a deep breath and made a beeline for the kitchen. He found Hannah waving a potholder over the fresh pastry and he stop to watch. There was no hiding the belly anymore as it had become a dominate part of her body, showing off the growing child. It didn't matter how many times it happened, when ever Dean saw Hannah walking by or doing dishes, the glow that she had and the sight of his child growing inside of her cause an inexpressible pride to fill his chest and all he could do was stare. He leaned against one of the counters, exhausted, and watched her as she moved around the kitchen.

Hannah looked over her shoulder at the man watching her. He was sporting a flannel that had at one point been green, possible, but it might have been blue and a pair of jeans that were in desperate need of a wash, maybe a bonfire. He had ash streaked across his face and she could see a cut on his arm along, with what she really hoped was mud caked on . . . everything else. She turned around and placed her hands on her hips, getting flour marks on her shirt.

"What in the world were you hunting? A mud monster?" She walked toward him in disbelief. Dean shrugged, striving to move on from the hunt, enjoying the sight of Hannah's slight waddle. Hannah motioned with her finger for him to turn around and walk to the bathroom.

"March." She followed him down the hall and into the 'medical bay' as Dean had deemed it and Dean sat down on the edge of the tub. Hannah grabbed the first aid kit and a wash cloth. She washed the cut and relieved to wasn't very deep, which would account for the lack of notice that Dean had given to it. After it was cleaned, she ordered him into the shower and his clothes piled in the wash room.

Dean walked back into the kitchen and saw a slice of pie waiting for him. He sat down and took a bite of the treasure.

"You sure do know the way to a man's heart." He gave a nod of approval and took another bite. Hannah joined him, smiling at the small pleasure.

"So, is there a reason you came home covered in mud?" She watched him take a bite and relish in the sticky sweet dessert.

"I knew you were making pie and I couldn't wait to try some." He grinned over at her, but there was something hiding in his eyes. She waited for him to finish before she called him out on it.

"Hannah, it doesn't matter, we're back and the job is done." He pushed the empty plate away, but didn't get up.

"Dean." Hannah would push a little more and it payed off.

"When we were done I just wanted to get back, alright? I don't like leaving you alone." As the brothers had been leaving Hannah more and more, Dean had become more and more protective of her. He looked over at the woman near him, as her due date was fast approaching, he had become more apprehensive to leave and in a great hurry to get back. She was watching him, trying to offer support. He stood and knelt down in front of her.

"How is the little one?" He placed a hand on her swollen belly, relishing in the freedom she allowed with his affection toward the baby.

"Good, excited that your home." She smiled down at the man who was striving to be an affectionate father.

"Really, how you can you tell?" He glanced up, not sure he believed her.

"Can't you feel her moving around?" Hannah moved his hand to the spot where the baby was having a one person dance party. Dean felt the movement and was speechless. It didn't matter how many times he felt the movement it always amazed him. With both hands on either side of the baby, Dean leaned down and rested his forehead on swell. Hannah ran her fingers through his short hair and felt him sigh against her.

"What if I fail?" His defeated voice wandered up to Hannah's ears. "What if I don't get there in time and I miss the birth and you have to do it alone?" He looked up at the mother of his child, clearly something on the hunt had awaken his fears. "I can't fail you Hannah, I can't."

"You won't" She took his face in her hands and turn his face to look up at her full.

"How do you know? Maybe, maybe it would be better if I left, then I couldn't get you hurt." He couldn't look at her as he spoke, the pain of being the cause of her wounds was just as sharp as her leaving. He looked up suddenly though when he felt Hannah, move, suddenly afraid she really was going to leave. He then began to protest as she tried to kneel in front of him.

"What are you doing?" His arms were up for support as she got on her knees, her belly nearly touching him.

"Look at me." She took his face in her hands and turned it toward her. "Don't give up on us. I know that you won't fail us because I know you. I have watched you grow up, turn into the man you are, the man I am proud to know." She watched as the hidden fear came to the surface. He wouldn't look her in the eyes, just shook his head. Hannah grabbed his hands and placed them on the baby. "We need you Dean, you. Not Sam, not someone else, you. You are going to be an amazing dad and you won't fail us." She pulled him into her arms, resting his head on her collar bone, and she pulled her wings out and wrapped them, around him, allowing him to feel the soft covert feathers on his cheek. "You can do this, I believe in you." She felt his grip tighten and she wished she could take his pain away.

Sam hurried into the kitchen and Hannah hid her wings. Dean looked up at his brother and dread seeped in to his stomach at Sam's look.

"What is it?" Dean stood, ready to fight.

"Hannah, why are you on the ground, are you ok?" Sam momentarily forgot why he had rushed into the kitchen.

"I'm ok." She held her hands up for Dean to help her get up. He instead bent down and picked her up and set her on the chair.

"What is it Sammy?" Dean turned back to his brother, who was shifting his weight, unsure how to say what he needed to say.

"Cas is back."