She stepped silently into the room, keeping her mental shields surrounding the soul mark to hide her presence from Crowley. Maintaining the walls, a disillusionment charm, a silencing charm, and focusing on her timing was more taxing that she previously had expected.
"Sorry Sam, prophet's mine," Crowley bragged as two demons took a hold of Kevin's arms. Like always, Crowley turned to face Sam so he could lecture against crossing the King of Hell. It was that moment when Hermione shot two silent spells to banish the demons. She grabbed Kevin, abandoning her mental shields so she could apparate him to safety.
Crowley spun around, in front of Sam, "Mimi?" When he turned back to face the tall Winchester, "Tell me you didn't involve her."
"I didn't call her," Sam said with a shrug, unable to help the shit eating grin that bloomed on his face. Crowley swore about Winchesters and their ability to cheat. "Why would you bring her into this?"
"You're a demon, and you're whining about cheating?" Sam asked before adding, "I just told you, I didn't involve her."
"You and your bloody brother. I hate losing," Crowley muttered. "Especially to her. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go have a domestic."
"Who are you?" Kevin demanded, backing away from Hermione. He glanced around, surprised to see they had appeared into a living room. "Where are we?"
"My name's Hermione," she answered. "We're at my house. Dean called me last night asking me for help. He was afraid that Crowley would use Roman as distraction to snatch you."
"How did you teleport us?" Kevin asked. "Did you teleport us? Am I actually dead? Although Dean swears all Angels are assholes. You don't have any protective symbols, none of what Dean and Sam use on their safe houses!"
"Calm down Kevin," Hermione said. "This house is protected from demons, angels, and any other monster you can think of, not that you need to go down that road. All my sigils are embedded in the warding I created, which is more effective, and means we don't have to stare at them all the time."
"Now, I need you to promise that no matter what happens, you won't leave the house. I can promise you sanctuary here, but outside of the wards, I may not be able to help you. Do you understand?"
Kevin nodded rapidly.
"We can go into detail about how I got us here, but short answer is magic," Hermione said before holding up her hand as Kevin started to ask questions. "Dean likes to call me Glinda. Right now there's not enough time to go into details."
"Mimi!" Crowley roared as he appeared in the house. Hermione shot a petrificus totalus spell at Kevin as he bolted in fright. A loud thud sounded as she turned to face Crowley. "Are you out of your bloody mind? Attacking my demons? Right in front of me? It's a punishable offense!"
"If you choose to punish the person," she answered. "Did you actually see me attack them?"
"That is not the point!" Crowley said. "You cannot just assist the Winchesters anytime you want. There are politics, which must be taken into consideration!"
"For you," Hermione corrected. "In case you've forgotten, I'm not a daemon. Ergo, your politics don't apply. Did you really believe I'd support you kidnapping a child?"
"I'm trying to abscond with a prophet of the Lord," Crowley corrected. "A prophet, who possess the demon tablet, which is of great importance to me considering I'm King of Hell!" She stared at him, unimpressed. "As ruler of all demons, it is vital that I possess the stone, to protect my Kingdom. Now, love, may I please have my prophet, who I won by outsmarting Sam and Dean."
"No," she answered, eliciting a shriek of fury from the demon in front of her. "Technically Dean outmaneuvered you, considering he called me for help."
"Mimi, as Queen of Hell, you cannot allow the Winchesters to translate that tablet! They will use it to murder all of us," Crowley said.
"Stop calling me that!" Hermione growled. "I am not a daemon, nor are we married. Therefore I'm not your bloody queen!" She knew that she'd erred when Crowley suddenly smirked, looking utterly pleased.
"So, you'd be agreeable to the title if we were to wed?" he asked, as Hermione promptly gaped at him.
"What?" She asked. "That's not...I wasn't trying...you're twisting my words!"
"Well," Crowley said stepping towards her as he spoke. "You said it yourself, the title would transfer through marriage, and we're already bound for an eternity."
"You are out of your mind!" Hermione declared hotly. "You can't just use an absurd proposal to distract me from your agenda!"
"Darling," Crowley said stepping closer to her, yet again. "Keep the bloody prophet. Consider it as a wedding present." He dropped to his knees before her.
"Mimi, marry me."