Dean dove at Hermione, arm outstretched, blocking her from screaming anymore. He held her on the bed as her eyes spun around wildly taking in the scene around her, happily noting that the Malfoy's were tied to the chairs that they were uncomfortably sat on. She started to struggle against him but must of hit her arm because she cringed and sagged against his chest, pulling the limb back towards her. After her struggles had ceased Dean decided to remove his hand, but before he could do so she bit down hard on the palm of his hand. He retracted his hand immediately, but kept her settled in his lap with the other arm, muttering curses under his breath while he shook his hand about. Sam however found this very funny but stopped laughing when Dean and Hermione both sent him death glares. Hermione eventually stopped wriggling, however uncomfortable she was with her seat she forgot by the look on the faces of the other people in the room. Before things got out of hand she felt that she should work out how she had got to what was obviously the boy's motel room, she could tell as it was the mirror image of her own with an extra bed - and three Death Eaters.

"Outside. Now!" She said through gritted teeth as she flung Deans arm from her waist and tore out of the door, tapping her foot impatiently by the impala. The two brothers shared a look, Dean inclined his head towards the hostages and Sam nodded, he would stay inside with the Death Eaters in case anything happened. Hurriedly the door was shut in case anyone wandering past saw the three people tied up in their room, not that they would've said anything, the place was shady as hell. And Dean would know.

Hermione was leaning on the impala with a suspicious look on her face when Dean began to walk towards her, her arm was still wrapped in his shirt but she was eyeing it up. He stopped a few paces away from her, giving her space, and partially because his hand still hurt and he didn't want to be bit again.

"Judging by that reaction you know those guys in there, and the guy back at the warehouse. You got history?" Dean approached her cautiously, and when he deemed her safe he joined her leaning on the impala. Once or twice she looked as if she was going to say something, and then stopped. Eventually she sighed and tuned to him, pulling up her sleeve. A pink outline of a jagged scar marred her skin; it looked like it had been carved into her arm only a short time ago, but in reality it had been there for almost ten years.

"I got this during the war; I was tortured by the sister of the woman in there, while they stood by and watched. This word, mudblood, it was written on me to show my place, not worthy like other purebloods, but second rate because I was born to a family with no magic before me. After the war I dedicated myself to rounding up creeps like these so no more innocent children had to go through what my friends and I did." A tear rolled down her cheek but she did not wipe it away, it was in her past and she could let it go. "I'll have to tell my supervisor about this if you don't mind," Dean shook his head, "okay, then I'll have my wand back."

Quickly Dean turned to her, "You don't have it?" he exclaimed jumping away from her, so far she had been fairly dangerous when angered so maybe this was better settled from a distance.

"You don't have my wand?" She asked stalking towards him, "I dropped it while fighting an- I- don't worry" she sighed again, she was too worn out to argue with Dean about this.

"I, uh, Cas just sorta popped up and bought us back here so…" He stopped talking as she had already walked back into the motel room. They had completely forgotten about her wand when they were looking after the prisoners, he was never going to live that down. He finally stalked back to the motel room to find Sam and Hermione stood next to the prisoners, the blonde boy was smirking and Hermione was looking less calm by the minute.

As he got nearer he could hear what they were discussing, "…know these Death Eaters?"

"We have been looking for them for a while, the woman is Narcissa Malfoy, the boy her son Draco. The other man I will have to double check, but I believe that he is Amycus Carrow. They are all charged with many war crimes, that and being nasty pieces of work" She turned to catch the younger Malfoys gaze, who returned her look with a sneer as mean as ever. What shocked Hermione though was the look on Narcissa Malfoys face; she was calm and even slightly smiling, as if she was happy to be there. With this she had an idea, "They must've had wands, did you guys pick them up?" She was hopeful maybe she could use one of them to contact her supervisor.

"Yeah they did, we snapped them all so they couldn't use them." Dean answered smugly, holding up the pieces of wood with a proud smile on his face. However Hermione was not happy, any trace of a smile on her face was gone and she fell to the bed with her head in her hands. Sam gathered what she was trying to do and reached inside his bag from earlier and took out her wand, walking over to her and sitting next to her on the bed, pushing rudely past Dean on his way.

"Hermione," she looked up as he softly said his name, "why would you need one of their wands when you could use your own." He put her wand into her hand and he could see her visibly relax. She rolled the wand around a few times then looked up to Sam, wrapping her arms around him. To say that Sam was shocked by the display of affection would be an understatement, but after a few seconds he bent forward to hug the woman properly. Dean however just stood in the corner looking even more grumpy than usual.

Pulling back out of the embrace Hermione approached the three people tied to chairs, waving her wand to ensure that they were properly contained. She removed the mask of the third captive to reveal that it was Amycus Carrow; he was groaning and had a gash on the back of his head that was bleeding a fair amount. As much as she didn't want to she quickly closed the wound so that it was no longer bleeding, but left the remaining blood there; no way in hell was she going to clean him up better. After she had finished he looked up at her darkly, "Don't need no mudblood bitch to do anything for me. Probably gone and give me a brain haemorrhage." Hermione cleared her throat, ignoring the insult and praying that Sam and Dean didn't hear. What she didn't expect however was for someone else to stand up for her.