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Chapter Four

"You know, the more I know about you, the better I like you," Dean murmured, leaning in close to her. "What do you say that you and I find ourselves somewhere alone where we can really get to know each other."

Hermione sobered slightly, saying, "You're a lovely man deep down. I can tell. But if I wanted to be another hole, yet another port in the fucking storm, I'd have become a whore." She pulled away from him, looking to Castiel. "Where is the happy medium, I ask you? They either think I'm a fan-fucking-tastic beard or I'm a convenient hole to be filled." Standing up, she staggered a bit only to be caught by the angel. "I think I need to sleep."

He looked over to the brothers. "I'll take her over to the room and be right back."

The hotel was across the street and he walked her to the room directly. Soon enough he had her in the bed, tucking her in much like a parent would a child. It was with an awkward brush of the hair that he stood up and was about to leave.

"Cas?"

"Yes, Hermione?"

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly before saying, "I'm sorry I'm being so selfish right now." She looked up at him to see his confusion. "First that whole getting drunk business and then being caught up in my memories of the war. And I meant what I said to Dean. He's a lovely man, but I'm not shacking up with him. I'm through being a convenience for men."

"What is this 'beard' you referred to?"

Blushing she said, "A woman that a gay man is supposedly dating and/or having sex with as a means to camouflage the fact that they are homosexual." Clearing her throat, she added, "I'll get some rest and a meal and I'll be able to help you guys out." He said nothing as she attempted to get comfortable. "I'm sure between all of us, we'll be able to set things to right."

Before he knew it, she was asleep. Cas turned to see Dean standing there looking stunned by what she had said. The fallen angel went over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder as he spoke to him.

"Hermione Granger is a genuinely good person, Dean." Pulling away from him, he added, "I told you that there were still a few of those left in the world."

It wasn't until they were back at the bar that Dean said or asked anything.

"Who screwed her over?" Dean inquired, pouring himself another drink.

"Her fiancée slept with her best friend," Cas told them, to which both men cringed. "A man."

"Ouch!" Sam breathed. "That's got to hurt."

Cas nodded to this, but said nothing. That wasn't to say that he didn't take note of the look on Dean's face. Hermione, it would seem, managed to do the one thing many women hadn't before—made the oldest Winchester brother think about a woman outside of being the individual to slate his urges with.

They stayed at the bar until it closed and got nowhere as far as any idea as to what to do. They ended up back over at the hotel room and were shocked to find not one, but at least seven different fallen angels in the room with Hermione. And all of them were staring straight at her.

It was Castiel who asked, "What are you doing?"

"She is one of the warriors for right," one of them said quietly.

Another of them said, "She needs to be protected."

"The past haunts her so," another one said.

"You're all her guardian angels?" Dean asked, puzzled as to what could have pulled all of these angels to the room.

"She was having a nightmare," a fallen angel that looked like a kid told them. "About the final battle at the school. How could we not be here to comfort her?"

It was Dean that rushed over to the bed, when it looked like Hermione was waking up. And to say that it startled the people that knew him, it was an understatement. He wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back as he did so—even as he was glaring at his own brother who was snickering at him.

"Why are you in bed with me?" she muttered, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "And why are you hugging me?"

"I just wanted to make certain you didn't scream when you saw who was in the room," he told her quietly.

Thinking it over, she asked, "Is it a demon?"

"No."

"The Pope?" This had Dean rolling his eyes as an answer. "Just tell me who…" He turned her head slightly to see who was there. Her eyes went wide with shock at the sight "Oh shite, what the…" Dean covered her mouth with his palm even as he was laughing to himself.

"They're guardian angels," he explained to her. "They came over to help you with your nightmares…" He paused to look at them. "I think."

She pulled away from Dean and got to her feet, looking at all of them. "Thank you for your help. The nightmare was a bad one. Your assistance in ridding me of it humbles me more than I can say." Lowering her head slightly, she murmured, "Bless be."

All of them bowed slightly, but unlike what she had thought they would do, they left the room in a flash of light that had all of the mortals there covering their eyes.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean demanded, looking around to all of them in the room.

Hermione thought it over and looked over to Sam. "They were here guarding me? In essence, they were doing what they were meant to do, right?"

Frowning Sam murmured, "Yeah." A smile slowly bloomed on his face as it was on Hermione's. "They were doing their jobs!"

"What does that mean?" Dean demanded. "They were doing their jobs? So what?"

Hermione looked over to Castiel and Dean. "They regained their grace for doing what they always do!"

Castiel smiled slowly. "Which means that there is a way to get the angels back to their different heavens."

"Exactly!" Hermione cringed at the pain filling her head. "Hangover." She lifted her hand and wordlessly summoned the hangover potion. "Merlin, but I thought I'd learned my lesson about excessive drinking already."

They watched as she reached out and a small vial flew into her hand. She yanked out the cork and downed it quickly with a grimace. A second later she let out a sound of relief and casually put away the container into the beaded purse. Hermione glared at the mess littering the room, her lips flattening in irritation.

"It would serve you both right if I made you clean up this chaos," she muttered. "But as it stands, I needed to organize the bag even before I came here." She magically transformed what she was wearing into her nightwear once again. "Just thinking about it is exhausting. I must sleep."

Plopping back onto the bed, she was asleep once again before they knew it. Or at least attempted to, as the next thing she knew the brothers were trying to figure out who was going to have to share the bed. Sitting up, she glared at them.

Hermione muttered, "You do realize that this is a king sized bed? Pick a side, any side, and go to bed. Think of me as a wall if you will. But if either of you try a bloody thing, remember this wall can and will hex you."

Soon enough both of the brothers were on either side of her and were sound asleep as well.

By the time Sam woke the next morning, it was to find Dean wrapped around Hermione in a spooning position. Shaking his head, Sam trudged over to the bathroom to get ready for the day in peace.

Meanwhile, it had been Castiel that ended up waking Dean.

He shook him gently, saying, "Dean…Dean, wake up." He stirred, turning to glare at him. "You're hugging the wall that hexes."

"Go away, Cas. You're trying to wake the asshole that punches," he mumbled, slipping right back to sleep.

It wasn't until fifteen minutes later that they woke up and it was thanks in large part to a bucket of icy cold water that hit both Hermione and Dean. They both woke up screaming and yelling, neither of them happy over what had them waking with a start.

It was a furious Hermione that had her wand out. But instead of hexing without thought even as Dean was running after his brother trying to punch him, she had everything dried off. Next she absently went about her business of pulling all her things back into her beaded purse. She looked it over and thought that it had seen better days. It wasn't until she was done and had a new set of clothing out that she bothered to do anything to stop the brothers. It had taken her hitting them both with a tripping jinx that had them on the ground and looking at her startled.

"We need to get ready for the day. That means eating and thinking of a plan of action to see to it that the angels are back where they belong," she told them. "Dean, go wash up and get dressed. I have a sober up potion for both you and your brother once you do that. Sam, we need as many of the angels as possible to be put back into place in the fastest, safest way that we can think of. Try to come up with a solution." She started to leave, but stopped and looked down at Sam. "And if you ever, I mean ever, try to wake me that way again, I will introduce you to a hex that a friend of mine guaranteed to me kept her six older brothers in line. It's messy and disgusting and you will hate it." She looked over to Castiel. "Let's take a walk before I actually just do so on general principle, shall we?"

"You might want to take that spell off of them, Hermione," he said casually.

"Right." She did so quickly. "There. Shall we go?"

Cas offered her his arm in a courtly fashion that had her chuckling and taking his offered arm.

"I don't care what you say, Castiel. Angel or not, you are a gentleman to me, dear sir," she murmured, went to tiptoes and kissed his now blushing cheek even as the brothers Winchester went back to fighting.

TBC…

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