A/N: Oh my God, I am SO sorry. I literally haven't used my laptop since I uploaded chapter 5. I hope this chapter was worth the wait. A humongous thank you to the amazing R.L. Woodson, author of my two all-time favorite stories The Raven and Love at First Sin. He, or she, I have no idea, has (sort of) agreed to (not beta) edit. Thank you! Anyway, I am so happy to be sharing chapter 6 of ILMS. Get ready for a whole lotta fluff. Enjoy!
Chapter Six
When Hermione woke up, the morning light shone in her face. She tried to sit up, but found an arm blocking her. She then remembered what had happened the night before. Had that really happened? She and Sam had sex. She looked to her right, where Sam was still happily asleep. Hermione carefully slipped an arm out from under her and nudged Sam awake. He blinked slowly, then opened his eyes and smiled.
"Hey, 'Mione." She kissed him slowly, enjoying every second. When they finally came up for air, she smiled.
"Sam…" she started, but Sam cut her off.
"'Mione, we had sex last night," his face then took one of panic as he sat up quickly.
"I-i-is there any ch-chance of you…. getting pregnant?" Hermione exhaled slowly. She brushed her hand along his jawline.
"Sam. Oh, Sam. When I was being held at Malfoy Manor, I was tortured. It was so horrible that it caused my body to stop the ability to get pregnant. We're fine." She pulled his face to meet hers.
"Besides, I already have a baby to look after," At that she saw Sam's face contort with confusion. She smiled. "Harry's godson, Teddy. His parents couldn't take care of him, so Harry, Ron and I pitched in." Sam nodded in understanding, then got out of their bed, put on the clothes he was wearing the day before and gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek.
"'Mione, we should go on a date tonight. We never got a chance at it. What do you say? There's a pretty nice restaurant a couple blocks away. Will you, Hermione Jean Granger, go on a date with me?" Hermione laughed and nodded her head in agreement.
"Of course I will, Sam. Oh, and Sam?"
"Yeah, 'Mione?" Hermione smiled.
"I love you, Sam Winchester. I love you so much."
As Sam and Hermione walked down the empty sidewalk later that night, a loud scream alerted Sam. He reached in his back pocket for a pistol, but Hermione stopped him. She pulled out her wand, with an angry look from Sam.
"Hermione, don't. You read that letter. You got expelled. From Hogwarts. Imagine what other crazy shit the Ministry could pull on you." Hermione pulled him in for a long kiss. For a moment, everything was amazing. Everything was theirs. But moments don't last forever. As Hermione pulled away, Sam stroked her hair.
"Promise me you'll come back. Promise." Hermione smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.
"I promise, Sam. Whatever's out there is probably just a joker ready to get his ass kicked. I love you." And with that, the love of Sam's life walked towards the screaming, wand in hand.
As soon as Hermione disappeared behind the curve of the sidewalk, Sam heard a noise behind him. He whipped around to see who, or what, the noise was. Much to his surprise, it was Heath Ledger. In full Joker costume. Sam only knew one person who would do that. Correction: archangel, not person. Gabriel.
Sam's bitchface went on full throttle, earning him a disappointed look from the Joker.
"Why so serious, Sammy?" He obviously had Gabriel's voice. Just not his face. Then, his face started morphing, until he had the face that Sam and his brother had come to hate; Gabriel the archangel. Castiel's older brother.
"Gabriel," Sam started. The archangel cut him off.
"Sammy, call me Gabe. Only Balthazar and Raphie call me Gabriel. No need for formalities." Sam then remembered Hermione. He looked back to where Hermione had walked off, then turned back to Gabriel.
"What did you do with her? Where's Hermione?" Sam practically screamed at the trickster.
"Woah, woah there, moose. She's fine. She's back at your shitty little motel room with Cassie and Dean-o. She's okay. You on the other hand…" Sam's bitchface faltered. What did Gabriel mean?
"Sammy, your obsession with that girl has to stop. You gotta get back out there! Fight my bros! Save the world! Save people. The family business." At this, Sam lost it. He shoved the trickster against the nearest wall he could find.
"Gabe, the family business has gotten me killed, sent to hell, orphaned and torn from my brother. More than once. You still owe Dean one hundred fucking Tuesdays! You think I need to get back out there? You think I need to put myself in danger again? I just found the love of my life after not seeing her for twelve years. I don't need to get back out there. Screw the family business. And you can go to hell." Through his intense rage towards Gabe, he could see the archangel's face soften with sadness.
"Wow, baby moose. I didn't know. I'm sorry." Then it hit him. The trickster wasn't there to play his pranks. He had motivation. He wanted something.
"What do you want, Gabe? Tell me, or your grace'll be gone quicker than you can say 'oh my dad'. What. Do. You. Want?" The trickster swallowed loudly, looking at Sam's rage with a soft face.
"Well first, you could put me down," Sam apologized and set him down on the ground.
"Well, I'm sorry about what I did to your girlfriend, but I needed to talk to you. Cassie's in trouble." Sam couldn't believe it. Why didn't he just go to Dean? He's the one obsessed with the angel.
"Look Gabe, I'm not the one you want. Dean's your guy. Now leave me alone, I have to go back to my hotel and find Hermione." He shoved past Gabriel, who shook his head in disappointment.
"Fine. But when you need help from me, don't expect it." With that, Gabe disappeared, leaving Sam to rush back to find Hermione.
Dean was pacing the floor of the motel room. Where was Sam? Hermione was sitting on her and Sam's bed, talking to herself. Just as Dean was walking over to her to shut her up, Sam burst through the door, sweating bullets. Hermione ran to him and kissed him fiercely. Dean wasn't surprised. Sam had a crush on her since he first saw her at Bobby's. Then Dean remembered. Bobby. He still didn't know Hermione was with them. Dean rushed to the Impala and was right about to sit in the car when his phone buzzed. That was irregular. He answered with a look of confusion. The voice on the other end wasn't very cheerful. Neither did it bring good tidings. Phone calls never usually did for Dean.
"Hello, is this Mr. Dean Winchester? My name is Amanda, I work with the Avera McKennan Hospital in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. A man by the name of Bobby Singer said you were his primary contact. Does the name ring a bell?" Dean's face went slack with horror. Bobby was in a hospital?
"Um, yeah, this is Dean speaking. What happened? Is Bobby okay?" He wasn't liking the outcome of this phone call. Apparently, neither did the woman on the other end.
"I-I'm sorry, sir. Mr. Singer passed in sleep about a half an hour ago. He was in a critical stage of a liver failure. There was nothing the doctors could do. My condolences." Dean hung up. He ran back into the motel room. Sam and Hermione looked at him.
"Dean, what is it?" Sam didn't look too happy about Dean's expression, because Dean didn't look happy. Then again, when did he? Dean cleared his throat and stared his brother straight in the eye. None of this was right. This shouldn't be happening. But it was.
"It's, um, it's Bobby, Sam. Bobby's dead."
Dean couldn't remember what happened next, but two seconds later both he and Hermione were crying.
Dean walked towards his bed and sat down slowly. It seemed like everything went wrong for him and his brother. Both their parents had died, both of them had been sent to hell and most of their friends had died. Now Bobby, the father they never had, their friend and accomplice was dead. Dean couldn't take it. He buried his face in his hands and cried. He thought of what would happen if Cas was there to comfort him. He must've been thinking a bit too hard, because Cas appeared next to him not five seconds later. He placed his hand on Dean's shoulder.
"Dean, it's okay. Bobby was a good man. It will be alright." Dean brought his eyes up to meet the angel.
"No, Cas, it won't be alright. Bobby was like the dad me and Sammy never had. He helped us out. He helped me out. He helped you, too. And now he's gone. He's gone, Cas." Dean hugged Castiel, burying his face in the angel's neck. His sobs soon dissolved. He brought his face up to level with Castiel. The angel's eyes were a striking blue, and his messy raven hair was strewn all over his head. Dean brought one hand to Castiel's jaw and traced the bone. He then closed their distance, crushing their lips together. Castiel soon understood what Dean was doing and kissed back. Dean reached to take Cas' trench coat off, throwing it on the floor next to the bed. He pulled the angel's tie off, popping a few buttons on his shirt in the process. Cas moaned into Dean's mouth, taking his button down shirt off and tossing it to the floor. Dean pulled back from their kiss to look into Cas' eyes. The blue in his eyes almost disappeared behind his big, black pupils.
"Cas…" Dean started, but Cas brought their lips together again, earning a moan from Dean. Cas took control, pushing Dean down on the bed. They were about to go farther when Sam came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He stopped short when he saw Dean and Castiel. Dean noticed him standing there and screamed. He shoved Cas off of him.
"Dammit, Sammy! Fuck, why'd you have to take a shower now?" Sam looked horrified.
"Dean… why'd you have to hook up with Cas in our room? I mean, I get you're together, but hooking up with your boyfriend doesn't seem like the best use of your time when Hermione could see you too any second? Jeez, you two. Get a room." Cas cocked his head to the side with a confused look.
"I do not understand, Dean. He said to get a room, yet we are already in one. What did Sam mean?" Dean looked at the angel, sighed and ruffled his hair, laughing slightly. He gave Castiel a peck on the cheek and helped Castiel get dressed.
"What he means, Cas, is that I fucked up. C'mon, let's go get some pie, I'm friggin' starving."
Sam sat on his and Hermione's bed after Dean and Cas left. Those two were obsessed with each other. Sam shook the thought from his head. He picked up his phone from the bedside table, dialing Hermione's number. It went straight to voicemail. Where was she? He knew she had gone to get them dinner, but why wasn't she answering her phone? As he placed his phone back on the small surface, Hermione came in the door, holding a plastic bag.
"Is Chinese okay, hun?" She kicked off her shoes and set the bag on the table next to the door. Sam got up and went to greet her. They shared a quick kiss before Sam led her to the bed.
"Yeah, babe, Chinese is okay. I love you." He pulled her in for a heated kiss, leaning down into her small height. He earned a moan from Hermione, and when he pulled away, her eyes were closed in peaceful bliss.
"I love you, too, Sam. How 'bout we take this a little farther?" She had a devilish grin on her face that Sam had never seen. He assumed this was a good thing as he crushed their lips together again. Hermione pulled back, gripping the older man and shoving him on to their bed. Sam moaned as Hermione traced Sam's rippling muscles, stopping once in a while to kiss where her fingers had landed. Sam brought Hermione's face up to his before moving his mouth to her neck. Hermione moaned loudly, shoving her hand on to Sam's chest. She then felt a burning sensation and jumped back. A bright red burn mark had appeared where her hand had been. Sam winced.
"Oh, no… oh shit…" Hermione spit out the most creative string of curses she knew. Sam was all but confused. He stood up and looked her straight in the eye.
"Hermione, what happened? What's wrong? And, not to be rude, but what the hell is this thing?" he gestured to the bright red handprint on his chest. Hermione looked down glumly.
"That, Sam, is a wizarding bond. You and I are eternally bound, mind, body and soul."
"So you're saying this is like the wizarding equivalent of marriage?" Hermione nodded her head, confirming Sam's question.
"In a way, yes. We had sex and now we're mar-" Hermione was cut off by Sam's mouth. He crushed their lips together, maneuvering his hands over her body, exploring every inch of her. He pulled back slowly.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, 'Mione. I love you so much."
"And I love you too. You forgot one small thing, though." Hermione grinned. Sam knit his brows. What else could there be?
"What is it?"
Hermione pulled him in for another kiss, making it a bit quicker.
"The food's getting cold."
A/N: WOOHOO! They're married! Well, sort of… There was a lot of steam in that! I hope you have as much fun reading this as I did writing it. I think this might be my favorite chapter so far. They're aren't that many chapters left… Only four more! Oh no… Don't worry! I'll be writing more! Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Get ready for chapter seven of ILMS! Arrivederci! -Dew Diamonds