This might be a sort of spoiler but I'm planning to start the Dean/Hermione fluff in either this chapter or the next, it will be kind of gradual and I think I might start doing Dean's POV as well so fingers crossed guys and stay with me.

Bridie xx.

I open another bottle of fire whiskey while I stand outside of the front door of Bobby's. To be honest with the amount of bottles of this stuff I have I could easily start my own bar. I sip some of the drink and relish in the fire feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Hey, 'Mione, I just wanted to say sorry." I jump at the sound of Deans voice and out of reflex I pull my wand out and point it at him. When I realise that it's him I mumble an apology and put my wand back in the pocket of my jeans. I came to realisation that he called me the nickname Harry and Ron gave me and at the memory of Ron I could feel the tears start to come forth, I wipe violently at my eyes and let out a broken chuckle.
"Sorry about that, after the war I'm a bit on edge." He nods and stands next to me and puts his hands in his pocket while he looks out into the distance with me.
"I'm sorry for the way I've treated you." I turn to him and hand him the bottle which he declines. "That's alright, I understand the whole trust issues thing, and can I ask why you just called me 'Mione?"
He shrugs and looks over at me with a smirk on his face. "Just seemed to kind of fit I guess, saved me the trouble of saying your full name." I nod as I understand, that's what Ron and Harry said. I take another a large sip of the drink at the remembrance of Ron again. "So how did you get onto the trail of Death Eaters anyway?" We sit in silence for a moment before Dean speaks again.

"Bobby called and told us about strange deaths in South Carolina and no one had a clue what it was, Sam did some research and came up with nothing so we stayed on the trail but still nothing, until you came along that is and cleared things up a bit."
I give him a smile which he returns and I feel captured by his smile for a moment before shaking my head and taking another sip of fire whiskey.
"So when would we leave?"
He looks at me and is about to argue when I cut him off. "You just heard my story so you know that I can take care of myself and besides you both would get yourself killed out there without my help and magic, I know more about these Death Eaters and Bellatrix than you do, and you wouldn't be able to fight them off so I will be coming with you whether you like it or not and besides obviously you need me if Castiel had planted this place into my head, so deal with it!"
I couldn't help that I snapped at him.

I take a deep breath to calm myself down and apologise to him. "No I think you're right, we would need your help with this one, but we aren't going to leave until you have had some training, don't argue either, you need to know at least the basics like fighting and how to handle a gun and from what I understand about your people is that a gun can still be affective, speaking of affective, how is your leg?" He looks down to the leg which he shot at and I shift uncomfortably as he slowly rakes his eyes back up to mine.
"Its fine, you just grazed it so I was able to heal it with no problem, and I think I can do that, while I was home for the holidays I did some self-defence classes in case Malfoy and his gang tried anything violent towards me so I got a start. Its funny actually." I look at the bottle in my hand then look at Dean. "Who would have thought that Hermione Granger. Brightest witch of her age would be standing here drinking a full bottle of fire whiskey completely unaffected by its contents when a little over a year ago one sip of this and I was on my ass and passed out." I chuckled slightly and took another sip and Dean walked back inside.
I stay outside until I have pretty much finished the bottle and walk back inside and offer to make some food for Dinner for everyone.

I walk back inside shaking my head, she may be young but she has been through enough for two lifetimes. I grab a beer from the fridge and walk over to Sammy who is sitting down reading a large book. "What's that?" I take a sip and look at him as he looks like a six year old who was just given ten puppies. "It's a book Hermione lent me, it's about her school's history and honestly I have never read anything like this in my life. I mean the school has moving stair cases, ghosts that don't try and kill people but just kind of hang around the school and a half giant that likes to take in stray creatures like a dragon and a thing called a Hippogriff. There classes sounds amazing too, like they have potions class, defence against the dark art, arithmacy, divination. All of it sounds surreal and Hermione is even in this book which says that she is the brightest witch for age. I just can't get over all of this, it's surreal!"
I stare at him in silence not sure of what to say. "No more sugar for you." Sam rolls his eyes and continues reading. "Ha ha, Dean. All I'm saying is that there is literally a whole other world out there that we don't know about and we have one of the smartest witches her with us, I consider us lucky."
I look over to Sam and nod, Sam is right. We are lucky, for the moment anyway.