AN: Hey guys, I just want to thank you all for the incredible reviews I've recieved since starting this fic. You all seem to really love my OC, which is great since all the fics on my computer that are yet to be uploaded don't have any OC's. So it's a real thrill to know you love my first OC. And I've recieved an email from my trusted advisor FuzzyJeffrey who gave me the idea to add Hannah's dad to the mix. Just what she needs :)
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Had I not known better, I would've ran the other way. But I've gained strength since having the Winchesters around. Guess they're rubbing off on me. "What are you doing here dad?" I dared to stare him dead in the eyes. My father shrugged his heavy shoulders and took a small step closer, grinning at the newborn in my arms. I mirrored his movement and took a single step backwards. "You need to leave" My father sighed "Hanny when have you known me to ever do something like that?" I cringed at his nickname for me that he'd used since I was a child. Heavy footsteps echoed down the corridor and I recognized the sound of Dean's army boots againt the lineolium floor, I turned and came face to face with Dean's soft apologizing smile made my heart flutter and I blushed with embarassment at the physical effect his beauty had on me. "Are you okay, Were you talking to someone?" Dean put his arms around me and scanned my features for a giveaway as to what I was doing, I turned around and my father was gone. Confidently, I smiled up at Dean "I was just telling Dem that we'd get to go home soon" We both glanced down at the sleeping baby in my arms and for a second I saw Dean's tough facade slip away as he smiled adoringly down at my son. "Sam's gone to Bobby's. I'm staying behind a few extra days to help out then I gotta hit the road and join him" I sighed, of course Dean would leave. I'd forgotten his nature, that the apple pie life wasn't for him. I held back tears and smiled "Sounds like a plan" I leaned foward to kiss Dean, who leant away from me, and then placed a peck on my forehead. Something felt wrong.
For the rest of the day I couldn't get the image of my father out of my head, he looked exactly the same as he did last time I saw him, a few years after Natalie ran away. Thinking of Natalie formed a lump in my throat and I laid back in my hospital bed, thinking of my dear sweet sister and how we never got to know eachother. Dean was on his cellphone, muttering something about killing the soul eating creature with silver dipped in human blood. It seemed like for a moment, everything had been working out and then, in an instant everything went wrong. Dean would be leaving, And I wouldn't know when I would next see him, and Sam had left without so much as a goodbye. I would be raising two children with only the help from my elderly grandfather. Then I thought back to the suitcases in the boot of my car and got an idea.
One that would change my life forever, and hopefully for the better.
The following day, Dean wheeled me out of the hospital with a relieved grin, it seemed he was worried about Demetri and I, and was glad nothing 'weird' had happened, he honestly believed angels would have come into my hospital room and taken my baby. His concern for my son was admirable. I held Demetri in my arms as I sat in the wheelchair, and after he'd pulled the impala around I began to laugh. He'd bought and installed a car seat in the back seat for Dem and I couldn't help but think that his mettalicar had become a people mover, a family car. As soon as I stepped through the threshold of my home with my son in my arms, it really hit me. The overwhelming realisation that there was another person on Earth, whose wellfare was my top concern. Just looking down at him, asleep in my arms, made my heart swell with pride. And although he was God's son too, In my eyes he was solely mine. Sidona came running out of the living room with a grin on her childlike features, considering her age she was still considered a toddler, but she was three and Dem was two days old. In my eyes she was a child, who stood on tiptoe to get a peek at her baby brother. She held him for a little while, until she became bored and asked Dean to hold Dem while she showed me what she'd been doing before we arrived home. Her finger's curled around my hand and Sid yanked me into the living room. "We made dolls" Tom, my poor exhausted grandfather, sat in an armchair barely managing to stay awake. Sid held up one of the dolls that had black hair, and within a minute I'd realised the paper form was meant to be me.
Sid was in bed two hours later, I'd just gotten Demetri to sleep in his crib when I approached Tom in the kitchen. "Grandpa. Did Dad come see you?" I handed him a mug of coffee and stirred my hot chocolate. Tom shook his head. "But I saw him at the hospital, He wouldn't have known I was there unless someone told him" Tom shrugged "You know how I feel about your father. I wouldn't have told him anything, Even if I had seen him. What happened? Did he hurt you?" I shook my head "He just..gave me a fright. It's okay. He left when Dean came down the hallway". Tom headed to his room and I walked into Dean's room with a beer for him. It took all the strength I had not to cry when I walked into the room. His duffel bag was packed, the bed made. When Dean turned around, he pushed his phone into his pocket and gave me a guilty look. "What's going on? I thought you weren't leaving for another couple days?" The beer shook dangerously in my hand, Dean took no notice. "Sam needs backup. I can't leave him out there alone" I nodded my head and turned, left the beer on the table by the door and walked away.
Dean was lying, anyone could tell. Especially me.
Half an hour later, Dean tapped on my bedroom door. I honestly thought he would have left by now. I pulled a singlet on and tied my hair back before answering the door. "Hannah, about before.." I held my hand up to stop him. "Say no more, this was a temporary thing, let's face it. You could have anyone, why would you want a girl with two kids? You're a hunter, you move around. We'd only hold you back. I get it. Really, it's okay" For a second I thought I saw sadness flicker across his beautiful features. "I'm not good with goodbyes. I thought if I left without saying goodbye you'd be mad at me, and then move on, go out with some guy who can take care of you. I can't do that if I'm always on the road" That explained him evading my kiss yesterday, I though to myself. I felt numb as I said the last two words I would ever speak to Dean Winchester while I was still an innocent outsider, on the verge of an entire world of good and evil, glancing in.
"Goodbye Dean"
Before my children could awaken, I settled them in the car, in their carseats, and bid goodbye to Tom with the promise of news every few days. Saying goodbye to my grandfather was painful, But as I got in the driver's seat of my Cadillac Escalade he gave me a quick warning "Watch the children, keep your father away, and above all: please don't do anything foolish". I pulled away from the house and drove out the gate, taking one last look back at the home I had been married, widowed and pregnant in. The memories the house held had wanted me to stay. But if I learn anything from the Winchester brothers, it's that we can all make our own choices. I'd been driving with two sleeping children for four hours when my phone rang, I pulled into the parking lot of a diner on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere, and answered it hesitantly "Hello?" "Hello, Is this Hannah Lovart?" "Yes, this is Hannah" "My name's Bobby Singer, Dean asked me to check up on you. That boy thinks I have nothing better to do with my time than run around after him" I laughed at the gruff voiced man's comment "Why did he ask you to check up on me?" "Well, he said som'in about 'God's Child' to be honest, I thought he was drunk until I started to read up on it" I sat straight up in my seat "Wait, you read up on God's Children? Where did you read about it? What did it say?" Bobby Singer chuckled at the other end of the phone line "It'd be easier to explain in person. I live at the Singer Salvage Yard in Sioux Falls, Come as soon as you can" He hung up and I was left holding the phone with my heart thudding. Sioux Falls was a long way out of my way, and to be honest I'd had no idea where to go once I left my home. Now I had a destination that would take me a while to get to. All the same, this Bobby Singer man was going to help me. I turned my GPS on, typed in my destination and pulled out of the parking lot.
When I pulled up to Singer Salvage Yard the first thing I noticed was the house, A kind of cabin, homely looking though not as inviting. It seemed like an office amidst the scrapped cars. I drove up the dirt driveway and came to a halt, Took Dem in my arms as Sid slid out of her carseat. Together we walked up the steps and knocked on the door. A scruffy looking man in a baseball cap yanked the door open, took one look at Dem and Sid and stood aside, nodding for us to come in. Sid clasped my hand and tugged me into the house eagerly. Bobby seated us at the kitchen table, poured Sid a glass of juice and I cradled Dem. "Mr Singer-" I began, he stopped me there with a wave of his hand "Call me Bobby, most people do" I nodded "Bobby, You told me you were reading about children like my son here. Please, I need to know.. What do these books say?" Bobby stood, left the room and returned with an old looking leather bound book. "Dates to the 1800's a girl named Adalene Burchov wrote a journal. This is it. It explains how she died, how long she was dead for and her 'resurection' eight months after her death. She was heralded in her town as a miracle and a few days after returning to the land of the living, the girl discovered she was pregnant. That same day, she wrote that she was approached by an angel named 'Laurielle' who told her the origins of her unborn child. The angel also informed her that she would give birth to a son. Two days later, she gave birth to a son named Andiago" I was relieved at the thought of someone else going through what I was going through. Bobby had an unrecognisable look on his face "What is it?" I asked, knowing I would most probably dread asking. "There's more. Her son was kidnapped on his first birthday, Adalene swore black and blue that the angels took him. She never got her son back" The house fell silent. "That won't happen to my son" I answered shakily. "I won't let them take him, never".
Bobby offered me a room to stay in, probably because Dean had asked it. I accepted gladly, and after settling my children into bed, I fell into an exhausted dreamless sleep. When I awoke in the morning, Dem wasn't in his crib, I ran downstairs and into the kitchen, where I found Sam cradling Dem and feeding him a bottle. I gasped when I saw Sam and ran to give him a hug. "Sam! what are you doing here?" Sam smiled down at Dem "I came to ask Bobby about some lore for a hunt, Dean's tracking a Wraith and needs some info so here I am. But I saw Dem was awake and gave him some breakfast" I sat down at the kitchen table and brushed my messy hair out of my face "Well thank you, I freaked out when he wasn't there.. But I'm glad he's okay" Awkwardly, I looked up at him. "How is he?" Sam shrugged "He's the same I guess".
AN: A thousand times, I'm Sorry!.
The Gods of Creativity haven't been kind to me, I haven't had a spark of inspiration until just a few days ago.