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Chapter Eight

For the rest of the night they went between napping, telling each other of each other's lives, and screwing their brains out. It had been Dean who had told Hermione that he had a very long track record with women. To which she told him that she was now enjoying the fruits of his past labors.

"You know, I would have thought you'd be more upset by the fact that I've had more than my fair share of women," he told her, relaxing on his side of the large tub that she had made for them to lounge in.

"Neither one of us came into this relationship virgins," she told him. "Mind you, I'm not saying I came anywhere near the numbers you have, but I can't hold that against you any more than you can the men I was involved with."

"How many?" he inquired.

Rolling her eyes, she told him, "Not including you, seven." She watched him thinking this little fact over. "What?"

"I thought I could let that little fact roll off my back," he told her. "I don't like it."

"You only have to think of one very important fact and it might help with that," she told him.

"What's that?" he asked.

She went over to him, her legs on either side of his thighs as she said, "Yes, I've had seven lovers." She bit her lower lip, as she pressed herself onto him. Kissing his mouth, she breathed, "But you're the only one that counts, as you're my last."

His arms went around her, growling, "That works."

...

It was when she was getting dressed the next morning that he saw it for the first time. 'Mudblood' had been carved into her left arm. She had told him about it, about how a mad witch had done so as a part of the torture. Dean took up her arm and kissed the scar lightly before going back to getting ready for the day.

They met up with Sam and Castiel at the diner, immediately ordering coffee. It had been Hermione that half expected Gabriel to pop in any moment. What she hadn't expected was for him to come walking over to take their orders all the while wearing one of the most ridiculous fake mustaches she had ever seen. Rolling her eyes, she stood up, ripped it off, and pressed it to his shirt.

"Ouch!" he yelped. "You didn't have to do that!"

"Yes, I did," she told him, as she sat back down again. "Well?"

"Well, what?" he asked. "I'm here to take your food order."

She looked at him flatly. "What can be done?"

"Eggs are always popular," he told her. "Over easy, sunny side up…ooh, an omelet!"

She looked over to Dean. "I can now see part of the reasoning behind the inherent need to shoot him."

"You do realize that he is Loki, right?" Dean asked her.

"Loki? The Norse trickster?" She looked at Gabriel. "He doesn't look a thing like the Loki I met."

Gabriel blinked at her. "Uh, you met…Loki?"

She nodded. "Black hair, blue eyes, and this irrational need to prove himself better than his brother Thor." Tilting her head, she observed, "You wouldn't happen to be the one that he's been looking for, are you?"

"You mean to say that there's a Norse god that's pissed off at Gabriel and is looking for him?" Sam asked her to which she nodded.

"He said something about besmirching his good name," she told them. "Honestly, I think it just angered him that you came up with a better way to steal the crown jewels than he did."

Snorting Gabriel sat down, muttering, "I don't know why he was upset by that. It wasn't like I got the real ones either."

"Yes, I know," she replied airily. "Who do you think took them in the first place?"

They were all just blinking at her in shock.

It was Dean who smiled. "It was a way to keep them out of other people's hands, wasn't it?"

She nodded. "They are currently in a secret, very secure location of which I haven't a clue." Looking over to Castiel, she told him, "So many different individuals, magical and non-magical, had tried to steal them that finally the British Government went to the Ministry of Magic and asked us to help out. We suggested trading them out with fakes, but the only way that could be done is if they vanished for a time."

"Likely story!" Gabriel scoffed.

She pulled out her cell phone, saying, "I have him on speed dial."

Gabriel's eyes went wide, as he popped out of the room. Laughing to herself, she handed it over to Dean, who was now chuckling.

"This isn't real!" he said, handing it over to Sam who saw that it was a kid's toy cell phone.

"Magic and unprotected electronics don't get along," she told him with a smile, as she took the toy back from him. "I've been able to put a magical surge protector onto my laptop, but I've blown up five different cell phones." She frowned, worrying her lower lip. "It was that woman! 'You've got five more minutes of time left on your...' I freak out and the next thing I know, there goes the phone."

"I do not like that woman as well," Castiel told her, completely sympathizing with her. "Constantly telling me that I am running out of time." He moved closer to Hermione. "How does she know?"

"I wouldn't know," she answered. "I blow up the phones, remember?"

"Perhaps…"

"No!" came from both Dean and Sam.

Hermione patted Castiel's shoulder. "Perhaps you should ask your Father to help you out with this. I know it's such a small matter, but I'm sure your Father doesn't want you to start blowing up cell phones and endangering humans, right?"

"I'll try," he sighed. "I haven't gotten an answer from him in a very long time."

"Well then, you'll just have to do what the humans do." When all he did was stare at her, she answered, "Have faith."

...

It was planned that they would have to go out and find the other angels, which was determined were gathering in clusters around the world. Hermione sold the truck and put the money towards paying for the hotel rooms.

Hermione slipped into the backseat and curled up next to Castiel, who wasn't liking the fact that he hadn't any space to move around. She was able to expand the backseat some, but not nearly as much as she had wanted to as it would be very hard to explain if they were ever pulled over by a police officer or highway patrol. After all, a foot of unexplained space could be lied about easily, while five feet or more, uh, not so much.

Curling up behind Dean in the driver's seat, she sleepily watched as they drove through the natural wonders. They ended up leaving Montana and going over to the next nearest cluster of angels in North Dakota. Which meant hours upon hours of driving. It wasn't until it was close to two in the morning that she said anything.

"Dean, my bladder hates you." That gained her a snort of laughter from both Sam and Dean. "Please tell me that we're stopping at the gas station."

"That we are," he assured her as he pulled into the gas station in question.

Hermione slipped out of the car as fast as could be and rushed straight over to the restroom, magically unlocking it, and letting herself in before her bladder gave up the ghost. After taking care of the necessary business, she went about washing her hands when she heard it. A roar that had her head snapping up in alarm.

Shaking in fear Hermione slipped out of the restroom and stuck to the shadows as she went out over to where she thought the roaring came from. What she saw chilled her blood. The giant stood looming over Sam and Dean, both of whom were looking about ready to shoot the creature.

A North American mountain troll, she thought as she whipped out her wand and petrified the beast. It toppled like a giant redwood tree. They looked from the troll to her.

"Did you get me any chocolate?" she asked, even as she reinforced the spell on the troll.

"What the hell is that thing?" Dean demanded.

"A North American Mountain Troll," she told them. "You can tell from the fact that they're really big, ugly, quite dimwitted and live, oddly enough, in the mountains of the United States of America and Canada." She looked to Dean. "So did you get me any chocolate?"

"Weren't you scared of that thing?" Sam asked.

"Oh yeah, right out of my wits. I had a mountain troll nearly kill me my first year of school. I'm just hoping the feeling of having to throw up or pass out will vanish." Looking around, she frowned. "Where's Castiel?"

"He got hit by the club protecting us," Sam said. "Next thing I knew he was ascending back to his heaven."

"So one good thing came of this, right?" she asked them. But when all they did was glare at her, she added, "True, the timing could be better, but now we have an inside source and a way to find the other angels."

They looked to each other and back over to her.

"You're brilliant," Sam said to her.

"So I've been told," she replied without arrogance. "Currently I'm brilliant without chocolate, Mr. Winchester."

"Then let's fix that, Mrs. Winchester," Dean told her and pulled her along to the gas station store with his brother looking between them and the monster they had just left lying there.

When it roared again, Sam rushed into the store right behind them. Better safe than sorry.

TBC…

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