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Dean washed and dressed Hannah's cut as she fussed over the baby in her lap. Neither of her cuts were serious, but the one on her hand had taken a few stitches and apparently when an angel was wounded with an angel blade, they had to heal naturally. He wrapped gauze over the wound and cleaned up the sink. He looked down at his girls. Hannah had set the baby in her lap on her back so she looked up at Hannah. She looked up at him and the small band-aid on her neck made his jaw clench. He had almost lost her. What he had feared had nearly happened. Hannah stood, transferring the baby to her arms. Dean wrapped his arm around her waist and lead her out of the medical bay and down the hall to his room, he wanted time with her. Time when they weren't fighting, weren't worried about the angels or the baby, just time that was simply theirs.

Dean shut the door behind them and lead her to the bed. He sat down and pulled her into his lap, resting her against him and simply held her. His arms were around her, her and the baby, shielding them from the world, hiding them away, wanting to have time to just be with them. Hannah shifted as Dean leaned back against the headboard, her back was against him, her head rested against his neck as she held their sleeping daughter. He felt Hannah's chest rise and fall and the whisper of her breath on his arm. She turned her face and nuzzled her nose into his neck, looking for his attention.

"She needs a name." Hannah looked down at the sleeping nephilim. Dean looked down and gave them both a light squeeze. He rested his chin on the top of her head.

"I suppose she does." He was content to simply hold them.

"Dean, I was hoping we could call her Mary." Hannah waited for him to respond. Dean stopped the subtle rubbing of her arm and stilled. He sat up and shifted Hannah in his arms so he could look at her.

"You want to name her Mary?" He searched her face. Sure he had wanted to give his daughter his mother's name or as a middle name, but he was so happy that they were both safe that he wouldn't push the idea.

Hannah nodded, face open, hoping her request was alright.

"She taught me how to love." Hannah looked down at the baby. "When she arrived in Heaven and was granted her request of a guardian angel for her boys, she asked for a few moment with the angel you had been assigned. When I walked into the room and saw the young woman waiting for me I could have never realized what she would teach me. Her first words were 'thank you'" Hannah gave a light laugh. "She told me that she had promised her boys that the angels were watching them, that they would be sad, that they needed someone to take care of them. As I watched her tell me about her boys, I saw love. For the first time in centuries of watching the earth, I saw true, pure love." Hannah looked up at Dean. He was staring at her with tears in his eyes. She thought maybe at first that her request was bad, but when he surged forward and captured her lips with his, pouring his emotions into the kiss. Hannah felt the loss and the emptiness left over from the loss of a mother, but she also felt the agreement and approval. He pulled back and rested his forehead against hers.

"Thank you." He felt her nod then curl into him. Her head rested on his chest, but when something in the corner caught her eyes, she sat up. Dean drew his brows together, not liking the lack of Hannah in his arms. She carefully handed the baby to Dean and crawled off the bed.

Sitting in the corner was a wooden crib. It was solid, sturdy and had intricate carvings all around. As Hannah looked closer, mixed in with the leaves and vines were pentagrams, aquarian stars and enochian sigils of protection. There was also a deep, smooth, hollowed out grove along the top rim.

Hannah looked back at Dean, face full of wonder.

"Did you make this?"

Dean wouldn't look up at her, but a slight blush was creeping up his neck.

"I had to make sure that her crib would keep her safe." He was standing now, bouncing slightly to humor the baby. "What about Ellen for her middle name?" He looked up, trying to change the subject. Hannah smiled as she walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pushed herself up on her toes and kissed him. He turned to deepen the kiss, but she pulled back and took the baby. Walking over to the crib, Hannah began to explain things to her.

"Hello, beautiful, I'm going to put you down in the crib that daddy made for you. Do you see all the carving he did? That's to keep you safe." Hannah gently laid the baby in the already made crib and felt Dean walk up behind her. She ran her fingers along the slot and looked up at him.

"For salt."

She smiled down at their baby, "See Mary Ellen, Daddy's thought of everything."

"Mary Ellen." Dean whispered her name as he placed his hands on Hannah's hips. Mary's wings shook out of her blanket, showing off the light gray feather.

"Will she keep her wings?" Dean felt Hannah lean against him as the watched their little one drift off to sleep. She shook her head.

"Wings are a visible form of an angel's grace and as a nephilim, she doesn't have a full grace. In a few months, a year or two maybe, they'll fall off, she won't even remember that she had them." She felt Dean tighten his grip. "It won't hurt her, she probably won't even notice that they're gone." Hannah turned in his hands and laced her fingers behind his neck. She smiled up at him, she was happy. Blissfully happy.

"Thank you." She rocked in his arms, enjoying the moment.

"For what?" He held her, smiling softly at her movement.

"For being you. For loving our baby, for making her a crib, for your protection, for loving me even when I hurt you, for being wonderful." She beamed up at him, even though she had put him in painful situation he still stood beside her. "And don't try to deny any of that, it's all true." She smiled at his face, he raised an eye brow, but made no move to argue.

Dean cupped her cheek with his hand, rubbing it with his thumb. She leaned into his touch, and closed her eyes. He pulled her into a soft kiss. Hannah leaned against him and soon the kiss began to push at all the times that they had held back. Dean slipped his arm under her knees and carried her to the bed. As they sank down, Dean wrapped her in his arms. He felt her grip his shirt, pulling him close. They poured the passion and hunger into each other, needing to to express how they felt, but not having the words, show how much they needed each other. Dean slid his hand under her shirt, up her back, needing to feel her skin. He came to where the base of her wings would be and rubbed the slightly raised skin. Hannah arched into him and tugged at her flannel. Dean pulled and tossed the flannel on the floor and held Hannah close.

Hannah laid wrapped in Dean's arms, the warmth of his body comforting her. His arms were wrapped under the wings that covered them. They rested in each others glow, simply basking in their love. Mary gave a gentle cry from her crib, alerting her parents that she was awake. Hannah padded over and collected the baby and returned to the arms of her lover. Dean took his daughter and rested her on his chest, one hand over her and one around her mother.

He looked at his two girls and smiled. He knew that as Mary grew up, they would butt heads, and they would have to figure out what they were going to do about hunting now, but he knew that those conversations could wait. It would be tough, but Dean knew that together, he and Hannah could do anything, even raise a child. And who knows, if this was any indicator of the future Mary might have a few siblings to boss around. But that would come later, right now he was perfectly content to rest in the arms of the woman he loved.

Alright folks, thats it. the last chapter. I have loved writing this story and have fallen in love with Hannah and Dean. I will most likely be posting a series of one shots of their life together so keep an eye out for that. I just wanted to say thank you to those who read, followed and favorites Guardian Angel and Unexpected, it means a lot, and an even bigger thank you to those who commented, it means the world!