A familiar stranger? By Doctor Cartman
The first time he saw her was during a small case in a just as small country town. They had been questioning a witness, a librarian that despite seeing someone getting slaughtered by a monster insisted on returning to work only a few days later.
The girl had just been sitting there, reading quietly, but slowly tapping her foot on the floor, seeming completely focused on her book – that of cause would have been what he would have thought if he wasn't so damned used to being undercover himself.
It was that almost invincible flicker of her eyes, or that way she had turned her head slightly in their directing to seemingly get a betting hearing range.
His hunters instinct had reacted and he had observed her carefully for any of the usual danger signs, but non were to be seen, and he had a hard time not noticing how pretty she actually was. It wasn't the kind of slutty pretty, but that innocent and pure kind of pretty. She looked younger than both of the brothers, but not too young for him to take interest in her. The way she ran her pen over her lower lip made Deans mind wander places it was not appropriate to be at the exact moment.
It wasn't until Sam cleared his throat he realized he had been staring her up and down for way too long and he finally turned his attention back to the librarian. He tried the best he could to keep his focus during the interview, but couldn't help but let his eyes wander to the strange girl sitting only a few tables away. He could have sworn he saw a little smirk playing at the corner of her lips, like she was completely aware of the nature of his thoughts towards her.
When the brothers walked past her on their way out she didn't even lift her gaze from the book she held in front of her, and an almost whispered "Christo" left Deans lips, but nothing happened. Not even the smallest shift in posture. Nothing. Sam had shot him a sideway glance before scanning the room for threats, when finding nothing turning his eyes back to his older brother with the unspoken question written all over his face. Dean shook his head and Sam had learned not to question everything when it came to his brother's actions.
Weeks went by with nothing new, but the usual hunts that were a familiar part of their life, and after a particularly nasty hunt they decided to take a small break in the next town over. That's where he saw her again, this time not in a library but in the local bar. She was sitting in the corner chatting with an older looking guy – older than Dean, but judging from their body language it wasn't exactly flirting. Not that he would have cared of cause. Why would he care if a girl he only seen one time before and never even exchanged a word with, if the 'Christo' wasn't counted in, was talking with some other obviously too old guy.
He turned back to chatting up the waitress, but noticed out of the corner of his eye the girl standing up and walking towards the exit. As soon as the door had closed behind her, he excused himself and carefully followed her making sure her companion wasn't look his way. Fortunately for him the guy seemed rather occupied by the phone he held awkwardly and Dean was able to slip out the door without being noticed.
She hadn't made it far down the street and he could easily follow her, adjusting his pace so it fitted hers, keeping a good and constant distance between them. She suddenly turned a corner and he had to hold himself back from jogging after her. Only a few seconds later he turned the same corner, coming to a halt when he's met by a completely deserted street, a few street lights out. With long strides he began walking up the street while trying to figure out where the hell she could have gone, because no human being could be that fast.
It took him twenty-five minutes before he gave up on his search and returned to the impala parked just outside the bar, and drove back to the motel where him and Sam were staying at the moment. He couldn't help but have the feeling of being watched and the moment he entered the motel room, he salted the doors and windows before checking his guns. Sam watched the whole process from his half-asleep state on the bed farthest away from the door. It took Dean another three hours and some help from his good old friend Jack Daniels before finally calming down enough to go to sleep.
Three months had passed by since then and he had still not seen as much as a glimpse of the mysterious girl, and not enough with it nagging him, he kept having that feeling of being watched. Sam had typically him pulled one of his chick flick moments on him and forced Dean to tell him what had been bothering him, and after questioning over and over again if he was sure it was the same girl, Sam had come to the conclusion that he honestly didn't know what to think. They didn't mention it again.
Almost a year had gone by like that. He would see her while they were working a case, almost always with her eyes glued to the pages of a new book. He would observe her from afar, not really sure what was keeping him from simply walking over to her, asking why she kept showing up.
Some weird unpleasant feeling would manifest itself in the back of his head, slowly running down his spine ice cold, sending chills all over his body, before finally settling itself in his abdomen. There were even times where the feeling was so strong he couldn't even look straight at her and it wasn't until he was inside his car, long away from her he was able to collect his thoughts again.
It had been four weeks since Dean had had the last encounter with the strange girl, when he saw her again, the unpleasant feeling filling him again and clouding his mind.
Him and Sam had split up looking for clues to their latest case, involving a very angry spirit, Sam had as always gone to the library to do his research and Dean had gone to the park where the last victim had been hanging out before he had been attacked. Dean had been walking down one of the many paths when he had noticed a figure leaned against a tree looking over the small lake in front of her.
It took all of his strength to not run away, and after taking a few unsteady breaths he began walking towards her with shaking legs. The all to familiar feeling grew within him making it almost unbearable to continuingly set one foot in front of the other and keep walking.
She must have heard him coming because she turned around looking confused at him before taking a small step back, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Dean locked eyes with her, but instead of yelling from the top of his lungs, asking what the hell was going on, he grabbed her face and pulled her lips almost violently to his. He could feel her freeze beneath his lips but he couldn't have cared less as he shoved her back against the tree. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. That was when she finally responded. That was when the force field around her disappeared.
She kissed him back just as enthusiastically as him, as he used his whole body to keep her against the tree. Slowly his hands fell from her face to her hips where they rested for a while before he pulled her out slightly so he could slip his hands around the small of her back. She responded by hooking her arms around his neck pulling him if possible closer.
The heated kiss slowly evolved into something far more tender and he could feel his lips burning and tinkling when he finally pulled away from her, leaning his forehead against hers looking deeply into her beautiful brown eyes.
With that he let go of her and walked away, not even bothering to look back as he heard a snap. He knew she was long gone.
From that point of whenever he saw her, he wasn't filled with horror. His mind didn't fall apart. She was just there, like a natural part of his everyday surroundings. Weeks could pass by without her showing up, but he always knew that she wasn't gone for good. It was sort of nice, to have something familiar with him where ever he went. A bit like when he was a kid and he had an imaginary friend that followed him around – not that he would ever admit that he had ever had one.
He didn't know why she kept showing up where ever they went. How she did it or for that sake knew anything of importance. He knew she preferred tea over coffee and that she crinkled her nose if she drank coffee whereas she seemed completely relaxed and pleased when she sat back sipping her tea. Besides the little things he noticed about her; small habits with tapping her foot or scratching her arm when she was trying to decide what the order, he also noticed how she was always reading something, and she had a little frown on her face whenever she read the paper, like it didn't please her what she saw, but then she would cast the paper aside and turn to her books instead and a happy expression would fill her eyes. He knew that look way too good. It was the same Sammy had – it was the same everyone like the brothers had. While Dean got drunk to forget about the horrible things he had seen, his brother read and so it seemed the mystery girl did.
He didn't know if he would ever get any answers to his questions, but he knew one thing and that was he didn't care because for once in his life, something was at peace.
A/N: Okay, I'm not really sure why I suddenly decided I wanted to write a Dean/Hermione story in the middle of the night, because Destiel is a ship that I will go down with (seriously!) and I just love Romione.
Thinking about maybe writing another chapter/sequel where they actually talk, and she explains who she is. Any thoughts?
Thank you for reading and hopefully putting up with gramma/spelling mistakes. My original language isn't English and my own language always seems to influence my English in one way or another.
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