-Astrid's POV-
I was just wandering around a small campground that a group of angels made. At least those who were still loyal and listening to Castiel and I. He left me in charge and I was not about to disappoint him or let him think I was incapable of leadership. I would do anything for him. I froze in place as he appeared behind me.
"What a pleasure to see you again Castiel. How are the Winchester brothers you saw?" I asked facing him.
"They're doing okay. I came here to seek your help on something" he said as he began to pace in front of me.
"Whatever you ask I am prepared" I said trying to reassure him.
"Dean has began to develop feelings for a girl that could bring both brothers great harm. I need you to come back with me and convince him that there is a monster he needs to hunt with Sam. Hopefully he'll agree and then I need you to help me convince this girl to leave or come with us" he explained stopping and looking back at me.
"What wrong with this girl?" I asked curiously.
"Sam and I aren't sure. But we have to take precautions for not only their safety, but possibly the whole world" he said dead serious.
I simply nodded my head in agreement.
"I'll leave strict orders that no one is to leave until you or I return" I said and left.
Even though I agreed to help Castiel, I had an uneasy feeling that he wasn't telling me something. Something that could ruin my trust in him.

-Back at the Bunker-
-Dean's POV-

I left Hannah alone for awhile to give her some time to herself. After that hug I gave her, I longed for her touch again. I didn't want to leave her here. Especially with the way Sam and Cas have been acting lately.
I sat in my room listening to my jams and sipping on a beer. A few moments later, someone came and knocked on my bedroom door.
"Who is it?" I called out turning the volume down on my radio.
"It's me Dean" Sam said in a low tone.
I rolled my eyes with a heavy and got up to let him in.
"What do you want?" I said as he walked in.
"To talk. I'm sorry for being an ass towards you... and Hannah" he said with little to no remorse.
"It's not me you should be saying this to. And at least try to sound like you mean it! What's your deal with her anyway? She hasn't done a single thing to you or me" I demanded setting my beer down on my nightstand.
"I don't know Dean. I just have a feeling that she's bad news. Besides I know you have a thing for her so you can cut that act. Cas sees it too and we don't want anything to happen to you" he explained rubbing his hands through his hair.
"And even if I do have feelings for her, that doesn't mean I won't put you or Cas behind her. You guys will always come first, especially you Sammy" I said trying to calm the rising tension.
"Okay, as long as we understand each other, I think I'll go apologize to Hannah for real this time" Sammy said sounding genuine.
I half-smiled and then he left me to myself.

-Hannah's POV-

Dean allowed me to wander around and get familiar with the bunker. But he said only the common room, kitchen, and my room. It wasn't much but it's all I got for now. I wasn't anywhere near close to trusting him, but I feel like this was a stepping stone for both of us. I'd rather trust Dean than his brother Sam. I still don't know what I did to deserve to be treated like that. It's not like I've met them before and purposely tried to do something bad to either both or one of them. My thought process was interrupted by a light knock on my door.
   "Hannah it's me Sam... can we please talk?" Sam asked.
I felt my stomach drop and didn't know how to respond. Why on Earth is Sam coming to my bedroom door to talk... in a nice tone? Or at least what I assumed was a nice tone. For all I knew he could be pretending and then blow up in my face, and without Dean here I'm left defenseless. I took a deep breath in and went over and slowly opened the door. Sam looked at his feet and then at me.
   "What do you want to talk about?" I asked trying to keep it civil.
   "I came here to apologize for the way I have been treating you and how I've been talking to you" he said with sincerity.
I was shocked by his words and his demeanor. Without a doubt I knew he was telling the truth. I gave him a small smile.
   "Thank you and I am sorry for how I treated you as well" I replied.
Sam smiles sheepishly back and then awkwardly left. I closed my bedroom door and turned around to find myself no longer in the bunker.