Author's Note: Hello Everyone! I am so thrilled with the amount of feedback I got for this story! I want to try and stick to a one chapter a week schedule, but I'm writing much faster than that. Who knows, if I get really good reviews I might post quicker. Well enjoy!

Chapter 2: Clash

A bright light shone through the shabby curtain, effectively rousing the sleeping woman. She was aware immediately of the tenderness between her legs. Dean had stamina unlike anyone she had ever been with, and she had been able to get only four hours of sleep.

Letting out a loud yawn Hermione stood and stretched. With a tug she pulled the thin sheet off the bed and wrapped itself around her like a toga. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror across the room and approached.

For spending the whole night engaging in highly enjoyable sex, she looked fairly acceptable. Her hair had fallen from her bun, but hadn't returned to its former bushiness. With tender fingers she touched her swollen lips. She smiled when she realized she quite liked the look.

"Good morning, Sammy! How is my brother this morning?" Hermione heard Dean ask from outside the room. So apparently his 'partner' also happened to be his brother. Interesting.

"You are such a jerk sometimes," she heard the brother say tightly. "I had to fight a hooker for the only room left. I only got it by paying double, but not before she punched me in the jaw!"

Dean's deep laughter filled the air. Hermione felt her knees shake. Making as little noise as possible she crept over to the window. Using a finger she pushed the curtain open an inch and gazed out.

"This isn't funny, Dean! That covenant killed someone else yesterday. We need to find them and kill them, but instead you're chasing tail!" Sam shouted at his brother. Hermione watched horrified as he hitched a bag up on his shoulder, and for a moment she had a glance at the shotguns inside.

Hermione backed away from the window slowly. They were going to kill witches? Without the alcohol clouding her mind she was able to put together all the pieces. The witches, the guns, and wasn't Ehart the lead singer from Kansas? Even his tattoo made sense; she could place it now as an anti-demonic sigil.

The woman had heard rumors about Muggle hunters who tracked down the supernatural. Hermione knew now, without a doubt, that these men were two of them. She needed to get out of this motel room.

In a frenzy to leave she didn't even bother with her clothes. Making sure to secure the sheet she ran over to the boot that Dean had thrown across the room. She reached a hand into the leather and withdrew her wand from its hidden pocket.

"Wait! Sam don't go in there!" she heard Dean call to his brother.

Before Hermione had a chance to process what was happening the door to the room was thrown open, and Sam entered. His eyes raked over her sheet clad body before landing on her wand.

"Hermione?" Dean asked from beside his brother. His eyes were also locked on the wand. Hermione watched as his hands reached behind his back and pulled out a pistol. Sam followed suit, raising a shotgun.

"I-I swear this isn't what you think," she said quietly.

"What are you?" Sam questioned harshly. He moved a step forward, forcing Hermione to raise her wand defensively.

"I'm not what you're looking for, I assure you," she reasoned with them. Neither man dropped their weapon. Seeing no other option she spun on her heel and disapparated with a crack.


"Son of a bitch!" Dean hollered as he dropped his gun. In long strides he walked over to the spot the woman had disappeared from. He checked the room for sulfur, even though he was positive she couldn't be a demon.

"What the hell just happened?" Sam asked, still poised with his shotgun in the air.

"Call Bobby. Now. I'll call Cas," Dean snapped. He whipped out his cellphone and dialed the angel's number so hard he thought he might break the phone. He heard the click signaling his friend had answered. "Bozeman Montana. Lone pine motel. Room seven."

Dean hung up and watched as the angel appeared in the room. Castiel tilted his head, questioning Dean's straight forward approach. At that moment Sam reentered the room. "Bobby's in Great Falls. He's heading here now," Sam explained to the room.

"Cas, can you go get him?" Dean sighed as he collapsed on the bed and rested his head in his hands. Without looking up he knew the angel had left. The bed shifted as Sam sat himself next to his brother.

"Was she a demon?" He asked quietly.

Dean shook his head. "There's no way. I have a devil's trap on the roof of the impala and under the bed. She couldn't have gotten past one, let alone two."

There was the sound of wind and an exclamation of "Balls!" making both men look up to see Castiel and Bobby standing in the room.

"What did you idjits get into this time?" Bobby Singer asked. His brow disappeared into his trucker hat as something caught his eye. With two fingers he picked up a lacy black bra.

Dean had the audacity to smirk. Whatever Hermione was, she also happened to be fantastic in bed. He was caught up in a particularly pleasing memory when he felt a smack to the back of he head.

"Dean! Focus!" Sam scolded. With an eye roll he turned to Bobby. "Dean's little houseguest pulled a rather 'demon-esque' disappearing act just now."

"Did you think that she might have been, oh I don't know, a demon?" Bobby snapped as he pulled up a chair.

Dean shook his head before explaining the traps. "She also had something in her hand when she left. It looked like a stick."

"What are you hunting here?" Bobby asked.

"Witches," Dean and Sam said simultaneously.

"Maybe she is a different breed of witch," the older man reasoned.

"Have you ever heard of anything like this, Cas?" Dean asked before turning to the angel.

Castiel had his brow furrowed. "You may not believe it, but we angels are not cognizant of all of God's creations. I have no idea what this woman is," he said gruffly.

The four men turned to silence, none knowing what to say.

"Let's just drop it for now," Sam said quietly. "We need to go take care of that covenant."

Dean nodded. There was nothing they could do about it now. Odds are he was never going to see her again. If he did run into her in a dark alley he would make sure do get answers, after he persuaded her to sleep with him again, that is.


Hermione landed at number twelve grimmauld place and fell to her knees. There was nothing worst than international apparation on an empty stomach. It was mid-afternoon in London, so Hermione expected she would be alone. That was why she was shocked to hear multiple sets of feet barrel down the stairs.

She had yet to stand, as it felt like a heard of elephants were line dancing on her head.

The movement seemed to stop, and Hermione heard someone let out a low whistle.

"Hermione?" She heard a feminine voice ask.

The brunette lifted her head to see nearly the entire Weasley family present. Ginny was standing up front with Harry Potter. George and Ron were standing behind her, while the latter tried to block the formers view with his hand. Harry's cheeks went a deep crimson, and was attempting to avoid looking at his friend.

"Ginny? What are you all doing here?" Hermione asked as she pushed herself to a standing position. She soon understood the strange reactions of the men in the room when she felt her makeshift dress slip. "Shit. Sorry I wasn't expecting to find anyone here."

"Aren't you supposed to be in the States?" Harry asked as he continued to refuse to meet her gaze.

Hermione blushed. "I ran into a bit of a problem. Ginny, can I speak with you alone?" She asked her friend. Without waiting for a response Hermione grabbed the bottom of the sheet and began to climb the stairs.

There was a shuffle before another set of steps began to follow her up. Hermione didn't turn to greet her friend. She was coming down off her adrenaline high and feared she wouldn't make it to the study.

With the last of her resolve she pushed open the large door and practically fell into a nearby chair.

She heard Ginny rush to her side. "Hermione, what happened?"

"I ran into some hunters," Hermione said quietly as she readjusted her sheet. Ginny gave her a questioning look, but didn't say anything. "Have you heard the rumors about the Muggles in America that have taken up hunting the supernatural?" Ginny shook her head. "Well, I ran into a pair of them. Nearly got a bullet in the head when they saw my wand."

At her words Ginny finally realized the gravity of the situation and dropped to the floor. "Are you all right?" She asked with concern.

Hermione nodded. It had been a close call. She didn't want to think about what would have happened had he found the wand the night before. There was no doubt in her mind that attempting to apparate away with the liquor in her system would have killed her.

At the thought of the previous night Hermione blushed. Sure, Dean had proved to be dangerous, but that didn't mean she hadn't enjoyed herself.

"Oh, I recognize that look you little harlot. What else happened?" Ginny asked with a smile. She sensed the change in her friends mood and couldn't pass up the chance for gossip. Ginny had watched her friend be consumed with anger after Ron ended their relationship. The way she saw it, Hermione had as just as much right to move on as her idiot brother.

"The hunters? I may have met one of them before I realized what he was," Hermione said slyly. Just because it had been easy enough to be forward the night before didn't mean she was always that way. The very thought of outright telling Ginny that she picked up a guy at a bar made her hands sweat.

"You only met him? Were you wearing a sheet then too? Is this some fashion trend I was unaware of?" Ginny said with a laugh. Hermione knew her friend knew exactly what happened.

She fixed her friend with a glare. "I slept with him, all right?" Hermione whispered so quietly her friend had to strain her ears to hear.

Ginny's face lit up as a squeal burst out of her lips. Hermione couldn't help but smile.

When Hermione didn't further explain Ginny made a rolling motion with her hands, clearly wanting more information.

"I had spent all day searching for the Death Eaters, but they were long gone. I'm not even sure they were there to begin with. Anyway, I was exhausted but really needed to relax.

"I ended up at some dive bar. Really shitty place, if you ask me. I had to call and give the information to your brother and could hear a woman there. It made me so mad, Ginny! He tried to have a moment with me while another slag was in his bed!" Hermione shrieked. Ginny rolled her eyes, knowing what a dunce her brother could be.

"Well, I hung up on him, obviously. And that's when Dean showed up," Hermione said with a blush.

"Dean? That was his name?" Ginny asked. She moved herself so she was sitting next to her friend on the small love seat.

"Yeah. He walked up all confident and sexy. Said he was an FBI agent, and was pretty quick in inviting me to his room." If possible Hermione's blush deepened. If only the prats at school who had called her a prude could see her.

"And?" Ginny prodded.

"And I said bloody okay! He drove me back to his motel where we, uh, you know," Hermione told her friend.

"Once?" Ginny asked quietly.

Hermione smiled. "All night. Then in the morning I heard him talking to his brother about how they needed to go track down a covenant and kill them. Let's just say I didn't stay for another round," the brunette finished.

Ginny didn't respond right away, just contemplated what she had been told. "Was he cute?"

Hermione laughed and smacked her friend on the shoulder. "That's all you want to know?" Ginny nodded quickly. "He was gorgeous, Gin. Like, more than anyone I've ever met."

"It's a shame he wanted to kill you. I would have liked to see, uh, meet him," Ginny told her friend with a grin.

Hermione couldn't help but agree. She didn't get the chance to brag very often, but Dean definitely gave her cause.