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In my time of dying

Hermione was sitting by a tree, attempting to magically clean her clothes from all the blood. But her hands were still shaking, and the tears in her eyes made her vision blury. She tried not to sob too loundly, scaring Harry would do no good. They had apparated more quickly then they were used to, to escape the Death Eater, causing Ron to get splinched. Fortunately, she had dittany in her beaded bag, which helped close the wound a little bit. Unfortunately, she used all of it, and the gash was still big enough to endanger her friend's life. More tears slid down her face. She was wiping her cheek when she heard a snap. The young witch immediately got on her feet, brandishing her wand.

A man was standing in front of her. Average size at best, light brown tousled hair, piercing brown eyes, strong jaw and prominent chin, he smiled mischievously at her and said in an outrageous American accent.

-Hello there, hun. What's with the tears ?

Hermione put her wand higher in front of her and said in a firm voice, or so she tried.

-Who are you ? And how did you get past my wards ?

-Oh, those are yours ? Impressive ! But they don't work on me honey, they only work on Men.

-What do you mean, they only work on Men ? What are you ? asked Hermione, taking a step back.

-What am I ? How rude !

The strange man snapped his fingers and a huge chocolate bar appeared out of nowhere. The gryffindor tilted her head to the side, fascinated in spite of her initial instinct. She had never seen such magic, it was against every law and rule she knew.

-Stop judging me ! It's comfort food and I need it, you hurt my feelings, said the man, pouting.

Hermione put down her wand. She didn't know why, but she just didn't sense any danger around the weird, chocolate loving, man.

-I'm sorry, but why are you here ?

-Why, silly, I'm here to help you, he answered extending his closed fist towards her.

She furrowed her brows, before extending her own arm, hand open. A galleon of dittany fell on it, making her stumble, and almost fall, had she not quickly grabbed it with her other hand.

-This should help that red-headed friend of yours. He's getting rather ashen. You should go tend to him.

He was just about to snap his fingers again when she called out.

-Wait, who are you ?

-For now, I'm the Trickster. See you later, Herms !

This time he snapped his fingers and disappeared again.

A black car drives past her in a haste, getting the witch to snap out of her daydream and focus on the road again. She smiles at the memory of her first encounter with the Trickster, as he likes to call himself. It's now 2006, a lot has happened since then. A truck drives past her, going even faster than the first car. Hermione shakes her head, those muggles really don't care about their safety. A loud crash is suddenly heard, making her jump in her seat. She immediaely pushes the brakes, stopping her car loudly a few seconds before ramming into the vehicle in front of her.

She gets out of the car and slams the door before quickly walking towards the scene of the accident. The black car that she has seen earlier is in a horrible shape. So is the truck. Black smoke flies out of the truck's driver, but she ignores it when she hears coughing coming from the car, a Chevrolet that must have been quite gorgeous.

Hermione rushes to the passenger's seat, on the side that isn't blocked by the truck, but the door won't open. Looking over her shoulders to make sure no one else was there, she gets her wand out of her pocket and mutters a spell. The door clicks right open and she can see three men inside the car. They are all heavily bleeding, the one closest to her seems to be the oldest. The driver has longer hair, but it's the one in the back seat that catches her attention. He's barely breathing. Dialing 911 with her left hand, she uses her right hand to levitate the middle aged man first then the long-haired man, and finally the third one, all the while explaining where they are and what has happened to the operator on the phone. Hermione gently puts them down before rushing to the truck, she bites back a sob when she feels no pulse. He iss definitely gone. The witch takes a deep breath before going back to the other men.

Ripping a part of her shirt, she ties it around the older man's leg as a garrot, thus stopping the bleeding from what looks like a gunshot wound. The one with long hair has a broken arm that she fixes, before poping his hip back in with her wand, grateful for his unconsciousness as that is a particularly painful procedure. She then sits down next to the third man, putting his head on her lap. She rips another pice of shirt, magically cleans it, and presses it on his head wound, hoping to at least slow down the bleeding. Hermione looks at her steady hands, she has come far enough to be calm and steady around blood. However she can not do more than that, apart from hoping the ambulance would show up soon enough.

A few minutes later, the paramedics are taking away the three men while one of them is shaking Hermione's hand and assuring her that they would be taken care of. The ambulance has just taken off when she gets into her car and decides to follow it to the hospital. She needs to make sure those men are okay, she needs to see it wih her own eyes.

And after five of the most agonizing hours in her life, a doctor finally talks to her.

-Miss ?

-Granger, yes, please tell me you have good news.

-They're alive, says the doctor, taking her hands in his. In fact one of them is awake, he asked to see you.

Hermione follows the doctor to the second floor, where she meets Sam Winchester for the first time.

-Hi, I'm Sam Winchester.

Hermione is not one to get distracted by a pretty face, but she would be lying if she said he didn't affect her at all. Sam is tall, very tall, and has the kindest eyes she's ever seen. They're hazel and currently smiling at her. She shakes his hand and says :

-I'm Hermione Granger, nice to meet you.

-The doctor told me what you did for us, thank you. So much. We owe you our lives.

-It's nothing really, replies Hermione, it was the least I could do. And those other guys, are they okay ?

Sam's face tenses, he looks worried.

-My father is still unconscious, but the surgery went okay and he should wake up soon. My brother though, he's in a coma. They're not sure when, or if, he'll get out of it. But he will, soon.

He seems to have added this last part to convince himself more than her.

-I'm sure he will, says Hermione, squeezing his shoulder in a gest of sympathy.

She's about to bid him farewell when he speaks up.

-I wanted to ask you something, how did you get us out of the car ? It was probably in a pretty bad shape.

-Oh, well, you don't remember ? she mumbles, trying to stall him.

The young man furrows his brows.

No, I only remember that truck hitting us.

-Well it must be the injury. You helped me, you were conscious.

Hermione crosses her arms, trying to get a discrete hold on her wand.

-Are you sure ? But I didn't injure my head, why would I forget ?

Casting a silent « confundus », she answers him.

-Absolutely, you helped me then you gave me pineapple.

Sam looks confused for a second, before his face lights up and he says :

-Of course, I remember now.

Biting her lower lip to keep from laughing, Hermione wishes him a good recovery before leaving the room. She has a job to go back to. She has been tracking demonic omens, and has found some a few towns further. She gets into her car and adjusts the rear view mirror, which flashes bright yellow eyes that make her heart race. She turns in a second, but the back seat is empty. A laughter comes from her right, making her turn back just as fast and there he is, Azazel, in her car, flashing his demon eyes and smirking at her.

-Hermione, dear, what a pleasure.

-Azazel.

Her nostrils flare and her wand is out in an instant.

-Oh, there's no need for that.

-And why the bloody hell not ? I should kill you right now.

-I love it when you talk dirty to me. But we both know you can't.

-Yet, she says, baring her teeth.

Hermione can feel her blood boiling, and her wand hand is twitching. She wants nothing more than to torture him to death, but she's learned the hard way that it is not a wise thing to do. Not until she knows how to kill him anyway.

-Enough with the small talk, I'm here to thank you for saving Sam for me. He's…special, you could say. And I need him alive.

-You leave Sam alone, she almost growls.

-Don't worry, I have no use for him. Not yet, anyway. I can't say the same about his brother and father, though. Again, thank you.

She is just about to reply, but the demon is gone already. Cursing under her breath, she gets out of her car, again, and runs to the hospital. Sam's room is empty, and none of the nurses know where the others are. She decides to try the cafeteria, and is headed there when she bumps into a man in the staircase. Apologizing absentmindedly, she keeps going until a hand stops her. Hermione turns around only to find herself facing the most beautiful green eyes she has ever seen, and that's considering she knew Harry Potter.

-Hermione, right ? says the man in a very deep voice.

He is very tall, not as much as Sam but close enough, and two steps up, so he is towering over her, making her feel extremely small and almost vulnerable, which does not ease her.

-Who wants to know ? she asks warily.

-I'm Dean Winchester, he says offering his hand and descending a few steps to be on her eye level.

-Sam's brother, hi. I'm so glad you're awake, he told me you were in a coma. How do you know me ?

-I saw you talking to my brother. Wanted to say thanks as well.

Hermione is just about to ask how he saw her, since he was unconscious, but that is when she notices his eyes are red and filled with tears. He seems to be trying hard to hide it, but he looks miserable.

-Are you okay ?

-Yeah, I'm fine. Dad is dead and I have to have a horrible conversation with Sammy, but I'm fine, says Dean, waving his hand as if it's insignificant.

-I'm so sorry. Telling your sibling something like that is never easy, I'm sure. Please give him my condoleances as well.

-Well yeah, that and my father's last words. Actually, that's even more messed up than the fact that he's dead.

Dean stopps talking, realizing he's pouring his feelings on a stranger. Hermione, on the other hand, is realizing what Azazel meant by not being finished with the Winchesters.

-Listen to me, boring you to death when I should be thanking you.

-You're not boring me, says Hermione, looking him in the eye. I was actually looking for you, to check up on you and your father. Was it the surgery ? she asks, knowing the answer far too well.

Dean looks at the wall.

-Not exactly. Let's just say there are forces in this world far too evil to be fixed by medicine.

The young witch takes a calming breath, her assumptions are confirmed, Azazel has killed the Winchester's father.

-I should get going, says Dean. Nice meeting you.

-Of course, I wish it were under better circumstances.

Dean has just turned when she stopps him and puts a card in his hand.

-Here's my number, call me if you ever need anything.

-Sure.

He has started leaving, her card crumbled in his hand, when she stops him again.

-Don't throw it out, please. Keep my number, you might need me.

Dean is about to argue when she says.

-Just trust me, please, she pleads, refusing to use magic on him. She wants him to genuinely trust her, and is relieved when he nods and puts the card in his pocket.

Hermione closes her door car for what feels like the 100th time that day. That was one more life Azazel has taken pointlessly. One more life she has to avenge. But what bother her most are the demon's words. « I need him alive ». That despicable creature has a plan for Sam, and she would be damned and she let him have his way. She would just have to keep an eye on the Winchesters.


Hello again! I hope enjoyed that. Please tell me what you thought, positive or negative. Your opinion matters. So leave a review, you know how!

Also, if someone wants to volunteer as a beta, they would be my savior. I'm still looking for one.

The summary is still in progress actually, I might change it. The title too, although I do like this one. I don't have any pairings in mind right now (how can I decide between Sam and Dean?), so if you want your favourite pairing to be in the story, tell me in a review. I'm making it a vote. I promise I will feature the pairing with the most votes.

I will try and update this story as regularly as I can but being a med student, that might get tricky. Of course, I think I could be bribed to ignore my school work in favor of writing fanfiction with the right amount of reviews. Yes I do condone bribing in this case, reviews make me happy!

Thank you all for reading! See you next time!

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