THE FAMILY BUSINESS: FOUR
Summary: Hermione's peaceful, yet boring life is disrupted when notorious hunter, Dean Winchester, walks into her book shop. Dean's life is completely changed when he meets, Hermione Granger, Brightest Witch of her Age. But maybe that's just what they both needed. Mostly Dean's POV. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit from writing and posting this fanfic.
Q&A
AmethystRoseMalfoy – To be honest, they're being written a lot faster than I expected, too. I don't know why but the muse seems to working for this series. Believe me, I've spent the last two weeks trying to write a new chapter for 'IWPY' 'PL' and 'EID' and after a long while of just staring at a blank screen I gave up went back to this series.
Guest – In all honesty, I haven't. Most of the time I have Harry already married or in a relationship before I have Hermione meeting The Winchesters, and Harry's a secondary character, so I find it easier to not have to mention him too much as I focus on Hermione's relationship and interactions with Dean and Sam.
Page count: 9
One Month Later...
"DEAN! DUCK!"
"Shit!" Dean cursed.
He threw himself towards the ground, catching himself on his hands just as a vampire went flying over his head and slammed into a wall. If he hadn't moved when he did, it wouldn't have been pretty. Dean had to hand it to Hermione, she sure packed a punch; with and without magic.
"You okay!"
"Fine, you!" He called back.
He sprung back up onto his feet and swung his machete as a second vampire charged at him. He'd had his arm at just the right angle and was able to take the head off before the vampire had even realised it was coming. The body dropped to the ground and the head rolled across the floor and he had to jump over it as he turned his attention to the vampire behind him, not looking the least bit pleased with being slammed into a wall and witnessing his friend being destroyed.
He was glad he had Hermione and her magic on his side as they were up against a nest of five vampires, more than they'd originally thought. If it weren't for Hermione and her meticulous perimeter searches they would've walked straight into an ambush. They'd been expecting two at the most, it being an easy enough situation to deal with, but things had been made a lot more difficult by being outnumbered five to two.
Swinging his arm once more, his target was able to avoid his machete and Dean barely managed to dodge the blow to his face, and that's when he realised he hadn't received a reply from Hermione.
"Hermione!" He called, swinging for the vampire once more and he just nicked the skin of his neck, enough to wound but not to kill.
A crash sounded throughout the abandoned building and it was soon followed by a loud cry. Panic and worry filled his stomach and made him feel sick; he knew he had to find her and make sure she was fine but before that, he had to take care of the vampire in front of him.
His worry and need to get to Hermione gave Dean a swift kick up the ass and using it, he was able to behead the vampire. Not bothering to stay and watch the body crumple to the ground, he spun on his heel and quickly made his way through the maze of crates and metal shelving units in search of Hermione. He was as quiet as possible whilst looking for her as he knew at least three of the vampires were dead, Hermione having killed one upon their entrance into the building and the two he'd just dealt with. Since he and Hermione had been forced to separate he was unaware if she'd managed to kill the last two so he had to keep his wits about him.
Coming to a dead-end in the maze, he let out a curse of annoyance before hauling himself up onto a crate and dropping down on the other side, following the path. As soon as he turned left a body came into view and although it appeared to be a woman, he sighed in relief knowing the clothing was different. It wasn't Hermione and she'd killed a vampire, which just left one unaccounted for.
An explosion sounded from across the other side of the building and Dean did his best to keep his steps quiet but it was impossible when his boots sounded against the floor as he ran towards the explosion, no longer following the path but jumping and climbing over the crates and storage containers so he could get there faster.
It was to his relief to see that the explosion appeared to have been a gas bottle and in the process of being detonated, it had blown the fifth and final vampire to pieces, the limbs and head being separated from the body. Knowing he no longer had anything to worry about, he searched the area for Hermione, calling out her name but he received no reply which certainly didn't calm him.
Coming to another dead end he was about to turn around and head back the way he came, when from the corner of his eyes he caught sight of a collapsed shelving unit. His stomach dropped, his breath caught and he felt himself grow dizzy when he saw a familiar head of riotous curls poking through the rubble that surrounded it.
Dean dropped his machete to the ground and darted forward, stumbling as he climbed over the rubble to get to her.
"Hermione!" He called, picking up the smaller pieces of rubble and throwing them off to the side to make more room to get to her, all the while calling her name and muttering curse words beneath his breath.
He stilled when he heard a groan of pain and he saw movement from beneath the shelving unit she was trapped under.
"Hermione?"
"Dean?" she replied, her voice quiet and confused, he'd never felt so relieved to hear her voice.
"Hang on, I'm gunna get you out," he spoke, going back to doing his best to remove the rubble.
"Where's my wand? I can blast my way out, can you see it?"
Dean didn't particularly like the idea of causing another explosion and creating more rubble to bury her beneath, but he knew better than to argue with her. Looking around, his eyes searched for her wand and he caught sight of it, the tip peeking out between some of the rubble.
"I've found it," he informed her, climbing over the rubble to retrieve it and moving back over to her, as close as he could get. "Can you move? Can you reach for it if I pass it through?"
"I haven't got much room to move, but I should be able to grab it if you pass it through a gap that's close to my head," she replied.
"Alright, I'm passing it through."
Finding a gap big enough to fit her wand through wasn't easy but he'd managed to do so and when he felt a tug, he let go to and saw it disappear into the rubble.
"Great, now move as far back as you can, I don't want you getting hurt by the debris," she instructed.
He didn't like the idea of leaving her alone but knew she was right. If she was injured beneath the rubble, he wouldn't be able to get her to safety if he got hurt with the raining debris she was about to send flying everywhere.
"I'm clear!" He called from his place ducked behind several crates and he felt himself startle when a loud explosion sounded and he heard the shelving unit hit the floor.
He waited a few moments to let the air and debris settle before darting over to Hermione who was surrounded by a mountain of rubble. He climbed over to her carefully and jumped down into the cleared area, landing beside her. As he kneeled down, his eyes scanned her for injuries, seeing only a few scrapes and a cut on her forehead that trickled blood. Her eyes locked with his and she gave him a weak smile from her place sprawled out on the floor and it helped to calm him a little.
"I'm fine," she told him. "Though I think my leg's broken, I've a potion that'll fix it within a few hours."
"Do you think you can walk?" He asked her, his eyes darting down to her leg and then back to her face.
His worry must've shown because she reached out and took his hand in hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. Dean realised he had to pull himself together; she was the injured one, it should've been him taking care of her, not the other way around.
"I don't know," she answered.
Reaching for her hand that grasped her wand, he took it from her and slipped it up his sleeve before taking her hand in his and gently pulling her up from the ground and back to her feet. As soon as she was upright she swayed and fell against him, her face burying against his chest and his arms came up to wrap around her, keeping her steady and holding her to him.
"Steady," he muttered into her ear and he heard her take a deep breath.
"Went a little light-headed, banged my head during the explosion," she replied quietly.
"Don't be falling asleep on me," he said, knowing it wasn't safe for someone with a possible head injury to fall asleep not long after.
"Can't promise that," she muttered back.
"Let's see if you can walk, yeah?"
She nodded her head against his chest and slowly pulled back from him, turning to take a step. Her legs buckled beneath her and Dean caught her before she hit the ground and injured her leg worse. Without thought and effort, he lifted her up into his arms and though she looked less than impressed at being the 'damsel in distress', she wrapped her arms around his neck and stayed quiet.
"Let's get out of here," he said, doing his best to keep balance as he climbed over the rubble until he reached a flat surface.
He was able to navigate his way out of the building and before leaving, Hermione took her wand from him, summoned his machete and set fire to the building to destroy any evidence of either of them being there.
Thankfully it was a short trip to the car and it didn't take long to reach their motel either and he carried her to their shared room. After three months of being together, this was the first case in which there'd only been one room available and so they had to share. The room did have two separate beds, but sharing hadn't felt all that wrong or inappropriate to Dean. Not after Hermione had fallen asleep in his room –and bed- several times whilst watching movies with him late into the night.
With his hands full and unable to reach the motel key, Hermione used her magic to open the door and get them into their room and he set her down on his bed, it being closest to the door.
"What do you need?" He asked immediately.
She held her hand up in a gesture for him to give her a moment and he blinked when she muttered under her breath with her wand pointed at her injured leg and what appeared to be an x-ray scan appeared before her.
"Broken in three places," she sighed. "Right, I need my bag; there should be a Pain Relief Potion and a Skele-Gro Potion inside it, and I need some Dittany, too. They're all clearly labelled, one a dark blue colour, one clear and the other a pale pink colour."
Dean pulled her bag from its place stashed away in his pocket and dug around inside, it taking him a little time to find what she needed given that the bag contained God knows what and it was a bottomless pit. When he found the correct potions, Hermione thanked him and took them both before conjuring herself a glass of water to wash away the awful taste that was left behind. She then put a little Dittany over her scrapes and head wound and then she turned her attention to greeting her familiar as he jumped up onto the bed and laid down beside her.
"I'm fine," she said, though he wasn't sure if it was for his benefit or the cat's. "My bones will have mended within a few hours and I'll be fine to walk soon after. So, are you hungry?"
He found himself blinking, before shaking his head at her, his worry fading into relief and amusement. If she was asking about food he knew she was fine.
"A little," he answered.
"Thank God!" She breathed out. "I'm starving, what should we have?"
"It's your night," he shrugged.
"I can't exactly go anywhere, can I? So, your choice."
"I saw a Chinese place not far from here," he offered.
"Great, I love Chinese," she said happily.
"And Italian, Mexican, Thai, Greek..."
"So I love food, is that a crime?" She asked.
He snorted at her. "No, it means you're perfect..." His eyes widened; he hadn't meant for that to be said aloud.
"Perfect?" She repeated, her eyebrow cocking questioningly.
"I won't be long," he said, before rushing out of the room and locking the door behind him.
He was only gone half an hour at most before he returned to the motel room with food and thankfully Hermione didn't question him about his hasty retreat, forgetting about it as soon as he put her food in front of her. He knew her order off by heart by this point, as she did for him when the roles were reversed.
Sitting beside her on his bed, they ate in silence and watched the TV and a few hours later Hermione turned to him and he prayed she didn't bring up what he'd said earlier.
"I'm bored," she said.
"Poker?" He asked.
"I'm getting tired of beating you," she replied.
"You don't beat me, you out-cheat me," he corrected.
"I still win," she shrugged.
He rolled his eyes. "What do you want to do?"
He knew it wouldn't be good for him when a smirk pulled at her mouth and she reached for her magical bag and dug around inside it. He immediately shook his head when he saw what she gripped in her hand.
"No, not a chance in hell," he said.
"Come on, Dean, I'm sure you'll look lovely."
"Not happening,"
"They're good for you, you'll feel better after."
"Not happening," he repeated.
"It is," she argued.
"No,"
Before he saw it coming and proving that Hermione's magical potions had done the trick in fixing her leg, he found himself being tackled onto the bed and Hermione was soon straddling his stomach. He felt himself stilling beneath her and in his surprise, he didn't stop her from covering his face in the grey cream she squirted into the palm of her hand. He just stared at her, his eyes wide, his heart pounding in his chest and his hands automatically reaching up to grip at her hips.
"Ha, there!" She said, crossing her arms over her chest and looking down at him smugly. "Actually, I take it back; you don't look lovely. You look like something we'd hunt, it's quite terrifying," she spoke, climbing off him and moving to sit beside him.
Clearing his throat and pulling himself together, he pushed himself up and moved until his back hit the wall behind him and he propped himself up with pillows, silently watching Hermione as she pulled her hair up into a messy knot on top of her head and she applied the same grey cream to her own face, watching herself in the compact mirror she'd pulled from her bag. When she'd finished, she propped herself up against some pillows and sat beside him, watching the TV as Crookshanks curled up in a ball in-between them and fell asleep.
"Right, let's wash this off," she said half an hour later, standing up from the bed, reaching for his hand and tugging her after him and into the bathroom.
He stood by the doorway and watched as she washed the grey mask from her face, patting herself dry with a towel, one of her own of course, as she refused to use the motel's supplied towels.
"Your turn," she said, moving over to him and reaching up to hold his chin gently with her fingers as she washed the evidence of her torture away with gentle swipes of the soft cloth.
"I must say, you're glowing and it's done wonders for your skin," she said, moving away from him and looking pleased with herself.
Moving over to the mirror, he brought his hand up to his face and felt that it did actually feel softer and he wasn't sure how, but it just looked healthier, too.
"Not bad," he admitted.
"So you'll do this again?" She questioned.
"If it happens the same way it did this time, sure," he muttered beneath his breath, glad she didn't hear him as she turned and left back to watch TV.
~000~000~000~
One week later...
"We have to get out of here," Hermione said, surprisingly calm given the house they were currently in was surrounded by police with their guns aimed and pointed at the property.
They'd been vanquishing a vengeful spirit and after hearing the gunshots, the neighbours had called the police. They'd only just managed to find and destroy the object tying the spirit to earth when they heard the sirens.
"You have an idea?" He asked, peeking his head through the curtains and ducking back out of the way before he was spotted by someone, ignoring the voice coming through the megaphone telling them to surrender their weapons. "And quick, by the looks of it they're bringing in the smoke bombs."
"Climb out the window and make a run for it, I can't risk anyone witnessing me using magic in an attempt to escape. We need to keep this as muggle as possible."
"Window it is," he said, heading for the kitchen.
"I'll create a distraction," she muttered.
She disappeared from view and he didn't know what she'd done, but he soon heard an explosion, but not quite like a bomb, something else, and he saw smoke from the window, giving them cover to run for it.
Hermione was beside him before she hopped up onto the counter and climbed out the window and he followed after her, covering their mouths as they darted past the police surrounding the back of the house. They were able to make it a few houses away before they were alerted to them being chased.
"Shit!" Dean cursed before he and Hermione darted down the street, running until they got stitches in their sides and they were out of breath.
Dean was trying to formulate a plan to allow them to get away when he felt Hermione grab his arm and tug hard, pulling him in the direction of a small back alleyway that separated two houses.
She pulled him to a stop and before Dean could ask what she was up to she'd tapped her wand against his t-shirt and his clothing changed, his t-shirt from green to blue, his jeans from blue to black and his leather jacket from black to brown. He blinked in surprise and she done the same to herself, changing her black t-shirt white, her blue jeans black and her hooded jacket from blue to black. With one final flick of her wand, he saw her hair change to blonde and he assumed she'd changed his hair colour, too. He had to give it to her; she was brilliant.
Hearing footfalls and voices approaching, she turned to look at him.
"Just go with it," she said, her eyes darting in the direction of the approaching policemen.
"What?" He said confused, until she did something he definitely wasn't expecting.
She reached up and took his face in her hands and pulled him down to her, pressing her mouth against his.
He froze in surprise and disbelief before he pulled himself together, backed her up until her back hit the wall and his hands moved to bury themselves in her hair, getting tangled in the soft, riotous curls. She let out a little noise of surprise and he used that as invitation to swipe his tongue across her bottom lip and seek entrance to her mouth.
He wasn't sure if he should've felt confused, surprised, relieved or happy that she granted him access, parting her lips and her tongue moving to meet his. Her hands moved into his hair and she tugged on the strands, pulling a groan from him and he stepped closer to her, caging her in-between him and the wall. He ignored the sounds of approaching footsteps and used his hands being buried in her hair as leverage to tilt her head back a little more.
"Excuse me," a voice spoke from nearby.
Hermione pulled away from him and looked towards the one that disturbed them and he watched her face with a heated gaze, his breathing being heavy and his hands having fallen down by his sides and clenched into tight fists.
"Oh, Goodness," she said, looking embarrassed.
The officer cleared his throat. "Have you seen a man and woman pass? The man wearing a green t-shirt, brown leather jacket and blue jeans, the woman a black t-shirt, blue jacket and blue jeans."
"Can't say we have, we've been a little distracted," she said sheepishly. "I'm sorry we couldn't have been more helpful."
"Not a problem. You two have a nice evening," he replied, turning to walk away as he turned his attention to his radio.
Hermione let out a sigh of relief when he disappeared from view and she shrank back into the wall behind her.
"That was close," she said. "Let's get out of here before he comes back," she said, blindly reaching for his hand and pulling him behind her, leading him to the Impala.
Dean remained silent and his eyes never once left her.