"Sam what is it? Where's Dean?" She turned, fear began to set in.

"He's gone."

Hannah felt the world crash around her. Dean was gone.

"What do you mean, gone?"

Sam watched Hannah struggling, he saw the sudden flash of anguish and disbelief.

"He left about two and half hours ago. I told him that it was a bad idea, but he wouldn't listen." Sam held out an arm as Hannah stumbled to the table. She leaned against it, both hands on the table for support.

Dean had left her. He had done what Cas had done, what he had promised he would never do. She felt her chest tighten and crush her heart. This pain was so much stronger then when Cas had left. She gasped for breath. She no longer wondered who had control of her heart, the depth of the pain that the absence of Dean made it very clear.

She was breathing hard, then a sob chocked out. Sam placed a hand on her back and she turned into his chest, sobs wracking her body. Sam wrapped his arms around her, simply holding her in her pain. He could kill Dean right now for doing this to her. As Hannah weeped into Sam's chest, Cas left the room and walked outside. He disappeared and searched for Dean.

Dean had a duffle bag over his shoulder, the moment he had heard Hannah call out to Cas he knew he had lost her, not that he had ever had her, but now she was gone forever. He walked down the deserted highway, throwing the pieces of his heart along the side of the road. He knew that he could never have her, she would always be Cas's, and he had been stupid to think otherwise. A flutter of wings was the only warning he got before Cas called his name.

"Dean, stop."

"What do you want, Cas, hu? Why are you here?" Dean threw the bag on the ground, he had a few things he wanted to say to the angel. "I don't know what your angle is showing up after three years, but Hannah deserves better. Do you know how torn up she was when you left? I had to watch her try to pick up the piece of her heart after you threw her aside. And now you come back, after three years to, what, take her back? Well I hope that you realize that you don't deserver her and if you ever hurt her again I will end you." Dean picked up his bag and turned his back on the angel.

"Dean, Hannah is weeping in the kitchen of the bunker." Dean once again dropped his bag and had Cas by his collar in an instant.

"What did you do to her?" Dean was cursing the fact that his blade was in the bag and not easily accessible.

"She began crying when she found out you had left."

Dean paused, slowly lowering Cas to the ground.

"Her tears are not for me. Dean, she showed you her wings." Cas watched Dean battle himself, not believing that Hannah could be sad at his absence but wishing that it was true, that she wanted him, and cursing himself that he was the cause of her tears.

"Is there something significant in her showing me her wings?"

"Yes."

Dean waited for an explanation. Cas seemed to understand this.

"Hannah doesn't show her wings to anyone, ever."

"Why?"

"Go."

Cas disappeared and Dean looked at his bag lying on the ground and he remembered a promise he made three years ago to a brokenhearted woman. He grabbed his bag and walked down the empty road.

Sam watched Hannah. She sat on one of the couches staring at nothing. Her tears had dried up about two hour ago, now she sat looking off in the distance. Dean had been gone for almost five hours and Hannah was taking it hard. Sam had made her cup od tea, but it sat untouched and cold on the coffee table in front of her. He heard the door of the bunker close and he was on his feet to examine the intruder.

"Hannah?"

Hannah glanced over and saw Dean standing a few feet away. She slowly stood and walked over, stopping in front of him. She suddenly pounded her fist against his chest. He took the blow, pain in his eyes, but not from her fist. She struck him again and again till she was pounding in his chest, over and over, taking her pain out on the man before her, sobbing as she did so.

"You promised, you promised you wouldn't leave me!"

Soon her sobs took over and she sank into his arms, her wrapped her close to his chest, feeling her tears soak his shirt.

"You promised."

Her words cut him. He had done exactly what he had told her he would never do, he had hurt her, ripped open an old wound.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." He buried his face in her hair, whispering his lament in her ear, over and over. They stood there in the living room in each others arms, two broken people searching for healing.

Hannah lifted her face and looked at the man holding her, the pain in his eyes matched her own. His hand found her cheek and he wiped her tears.

"I'm sorry." the grief in his eyes showed the depth of his words, the depth of his regret

"Never again." She begged, hands clutching his jacket.

"Never." He word was absolute, he would never do this to her again, ever.

Dean sat on the couch with Hannah leaning against him. His arm was over his shoulder and he was softly stoking her wing, something he knew helped her relax. As he ran his finger down the silver feathers he remembered something Cas had said, not four hours earlier.

"Hannah?"

"Hmm?"

Dean licked his lips.

"Cas said that you don't show your wings to anyone, why?"

He felt her stiffen against him, this was clearly not a topic she discussed openly. He was surprised when he heard her soft voice.

"When I was still a fledgling in training, too young to know how to hide my wings, Lucifer started a rebellion in Heaven. My wings hadn't turned black, they were still the gray of a warrior in training, I had two more levels before I could take my final test to see if I would be accepted into a unit. It was during training when we heard a commotion. We all hurried to the noise and saw the battle. Some of the fledgling hid, but I grabbed a blade from a fallen sister and joined the fight. During the battle, one of the angels that I had grown up with, who had already finished training, came up against me and tried to make me join Lucifer's side. I resisted and tried to run, but he didn't like that. He cut me here," Hannah pulled back her hair and revealed a thin silver scar behind her ear. "and he cut the top of my wing in an attempt to slice it off. I have never felt anything more painful. Someone I had trusted hurt not only me, but tried to remove my wings. I turned and had to fight my brother, and the only way to survive was to stop him. After he fell, I passed out, when I woke up, my wing had turned black, I guess during the battle I had proved myself. Once I healed, they taught me how to hide my wings and I never showed them again. Until I met you. I knew that you would never try to hurt them."

Dean looked over at the her exposed wings and saw where her feathers tried to cover the scar, and he realized just how big of a deal it was that she had shown him, showed how much she trusted him. His green eyes turned to her brown eyes and saw something new in them. Something he had never seen before.

"How did you know?"

"I've watched you since you were a child, I know you Dean, and I realize that I - " She glanced down, uncertain at how to proceed. When Sam had told her that Dean was gone, all confusion had left and she knew exactly how she felt about the man who had stood by her all those years of pain and uncertainty.

"You what?" He turned to face her, needing to see her face.

Hannah looked up, her eyes moist, but a soft smile graced her lips as she slipped her hand into his and leaned her forehead on his. She felt him return the movement before she tilted slightly and pressed her lips to his. He didn't move, afraid that it wasn't real.

"That I love you." He felt the movement of her words against his lips as well as the whisper of her breath. She formed her lips around his once more, but this time Dean moved with her. He slipped his hand to her jaw and pulled her closer allowing the kiss to deepen. Dean released her hand and pulled her into his lap, her legs on either side of his and the swell of her belly between them. Hannah rested her hands on his chest and pulled back slightly, Dean responded and pulled back to look at her.

"Say it again." Dean begged, needing to hear those three words, three words he never thought he would hear.

"I love you Dean Winchester." Soft tears slid down her cheeks as she laughed and he wiped them away with his thumb. He brought her lips back to his, kissing her softly, not needed to rush, but savor the moment. He dwelled in the warmth of her words, the joy of her presence. She looked down at her belly and a motherly glow over took her. Dean placed a hand over their baby, their baby that was safe between them, where it belonged. He gently pulled her head onto his chest and felt her relax against him, shifting into a more comfortable position. He held her close, kissing her forehead, wrapping his fingers in her hair, relishing the moment.

But there is no rest for the weary.

Hannah suddenly pitched forward, grabbing Dean's hand and squeezing it hard.

"What is it?" Dean's arms were around her in an instant, giving support to her body.

"The baby's coming."