I really wish there weren't so many cliché anime things on this list like the next one is them wearing kigurimis I had no idea what the fuck a kigurimi was okay I had to Google it (this is like the second or third time I've mentioned Google in this story) and anyway I refuse to do that and the one where they're in a different visual style so you guys have two chapters that come from prompts from you guys idk I may have drabble chapters

With Animal Ears

"Not. One. Word."

She was sitting atop her check-out counter. They'd found her after Bobby died and she'd helped them discover and take out the Amazons. Since then, she was their go-to information gal – and she was helpful in the battling department. Dean had been wary of trusting her after she declared that she was a witch, but Sam had stated that she had saved Dean's life. Dean had then replied, as they were driving back to the motel, that the only reason he trusted her was because he wanted to get into her pants, and not that he'd saved his older brother.

She dressed warmly while she was in her shop, with leggings and baggy sweaters and fuzzy socks, with her hair tied up on top of her head, but when she was out hunting with Sam and Dean she wore jeans, tank tops, and a dark leather jacket that she admitted had some protection spells woven into it.

Although Dean had grown to trust her, there was still only so much that they were willing to share with her or have her see.

Her mouth twitched and she flicked between the two brothers before her eyes settled on Sam and she arched an eyebrow.

"Gabriel," he answered, earning a sigh and an eye roll from her, as the archangel had visited her plenty of times to mess with her.

"Fix it," Dean insisted, having her hop down from the counter and stride up next to the two, reaching up and rubbing her thumb against Sam's new furry ear sitting atop his head, brown to match his hair, Dean's black and laid back on his head.

Hermione smiled again and dropped her hand, earning Dean's finger in her face.

"Don't," he demanded as she started to grin, "Don't you fucking do it, Granger."

She gave a giggle before slapping her hands over her mouth, shaking as she tried to contain her laughter. "It's so ruddy cute though!" she giggled, leaning against her counter and chuckling.

"It is not!" Dean argued.

"You're right, you're right," she amended, waiting until his shoulders relaxed before she quirked a grin, "It's adorable."

"Granger!" Dean warned.

"Fine, fine, I'll fix it," she said, hopping on top of her counter to sit on her knees, ushering Sam to move forward as she took out her wand. He stood still as she muttered to herself, humming and sighing and growling a little. She gripped his shoulder and tried to look closer before she slipped from her perch and knocked into him, the two of them landing in a pile on her floor.

"Bloody ears!" she cried out, moving Sam's head to rest in her lap instead as she worked on them.

Several hours later, the two boys were back to normal, and the witch was muttering to herself about the archangel.

"Err – thanks, Hermione," Sam said before he and Dean left.

"Anytime, Sam," she smiled back, "Oh, and Sam?"

"Yeah?" he ducked his head back in.

She gave a small smile, "You don't need the ears to be cute."

Sam stammered and blushed before Dean grabbed the back of his shirt collar and toward him to the car, muttering about how if that wasn't her flirting he'd grow the ears back and wear them for three years.

Flirting is stressful like holy shit I'm making this effort and you know I am ask me out now please

Oh, okay, and figure out a prompt for the next chapter okay thanks bye