Author's Note: I decided that Chapter 10 needed it's companion.

Also one reviewer pointed out the whole pregnancy/gun thing. I'm not a shooter, not even much of a fan really, so I didn't realize. I think that it's a moment that is important for the relationship, and thought about attempting to do a rewrite, but it just didn't flow right. So for readabilities sake let's assume its okay in the first trimester or so. I don't plan on having her shoot anymore in the future anyways, just the once. So I hope that's okay.

Side note! I recently decided I want to add Spangler and Zeddmore to the story. Maybe just a fun little one-off. I need help figuring out how. Any ideas?

But seriously thanks so much for all the awesome reviews!

Chapter 11: Pull

He was in way over his head. Dean had invited her over as a courtesy. What kind of man let the woman who was carrying his child go unprepared into the world? Not Dean.

Then things changed when he saw her. Castiel had plopped her in front of him, and she looked perfect. Her skin had that healthy glow; even her hair looked brighter. She had dressed appropriately in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with ratty tennis shoes on her feet. In essence she looked normal, but she wasn't.

When she had ignored him to say hello to the others he almost lost it. Nobody he knew had enough spunk to do what she did. The fact that she knew that they were hunters made the action that much more appealing.

Dean also wasn't blind to the attention Meg was paying her. It made that uncomfortable jealousy return. He doubted that Hermione swung that way, but he knew demons could be persuasive.

Then finally she turned her attention on him and all of his insecurities washed away.

It took all of his self control to not close the gap between them and go at it on the gravel road. He tried to distract himself on the walk up the hill, but it wasn't working. He had foolishly offered her an arm, effectively bringing her closer.

Dean had been right. The sight of her wielding a shotgun was enough to make his jeans a little uncomfortable. Why did he have to get so close? He could have assisted her from a safe distance; maybe he could have written instructions down.

Everything was too much. Her scent, her hair, her perfect ass. She was too much.

After her second attempt at the shot he quickly had her step back, and had Castiel take her place. The angel did well, though Dean did not try to help him with his posture. Meg was, as he had assumed, a good shot already.

He caught himself staring at Hermione several times, but quickly looked away. Jo seemed to be sending him strange looks as well. Dean ignored them; he didn't need her pressuring him for explanations. They were just finishing their lessons as the sun passed behind the line of trees.

"What do you say we go out for dinner? I think we all deserve it," Ellen said happily as she threw her shotgun over her shoulder. Bobby was quick to nod, as was nearly everyone in their company. Dean noticed Hermione yawning and realized it must be late for her. "What about you, Hermione?"

The brunette shot her head up quickly. "Yeah, sounds good," she replied followed by another yawn.

"Are you sure you're up to it?" Dean heard himself ask. Everyone shot him curious looks, which made him blush.

Hermione turned and smiled at him. "Yeah, It'll be fun."

Dean nodded and the group made their way back to the salvage yard. They quickly dispersed. Dean, Hermione, Sam, Castiel and Meg in the impala, while Bobby, Ellen and Jo rode in Bobby's car.

Fitting all five of them in the car had been tricky. With Sam's long limbs it was unfair of him to have to sit in the back, but Dean was reluctant to make Hermione sit with Meg and Cas.

The result had been Hermione in the front in between the brothers, while the angel and demon got the back. Dean placed his hand on the gear shift, and slid it into drive. The movement caused his hand to come dangerously close to Hermione's knee. He cleared his throat, choosing to ignore it.

"So you're a witch, huh?" Meg asked after a minute of silence.

Hermione looked up and gazed at the demon through the rearview mirror. "Yeah. How can you tell?"

"You look different from regular humans," Meg explained.

Dean caught Hermione's eye. "It's a demon thing."

"Can I ask something? Aren't you supposed to be hunting demons? Why is she even here?" Hermione asked. Dean guessed she had been wanting to ask that all day.

"We have the same enemy," Sam told her. "There is a demon named Crowley. He's the King of Hell. Kinda like the big boss."

"And I thought I was done with evil monsters," Hermione grumbled. Dean turned to her slightly with a brow raised in question. She turned to him with a sad smile. "That's not a story for today."

Dean accepted her answer. He himself had stories that he still wasn't comfortable sharing. Hermione continued to look sad next to him. Whatever she had been through still caused her pain. Instinctively he moved his right hand from the gearshift onto her knee. He gave it a quick squeeze, and liked the way her cheeks reddened in response.

"We're here," Dean said as he pulled into a local bar. It was one of the nicer ones in Sioux Falls. There were more business folks and less lowlifes.

They all climbed out of the car, and met the other three inside. Bobby was at the bar ordering a round of drinks. Dean watched as the he whispered something to the bartender and pointed distinctly at their group. The man seemed to glance at Hermione before nodding and adding a glass of ginger ale to the collection of beers.

"Over here!" Ellen hollered from a large table near the back.

Dean led the others over to Ellen and Jo. They all took seats, while Bobby and the bartender passed out the drinks.

"So, how did you meet these boys, Hermione?" Ellen asked the other woman happily.

"I met them while they were working a job in Montana," Hermione replied as she took a sip of her drink.

"Bozeman? That was the coven job, right?" Jo asked.

Dean saw Hermione flinch slightly, but a glance at the others told him that they missed it. "Yeah. That's the one."

A waitress chose that moment to approach the table. She was a good looking twenty year old; the kind of woman that Dean would normally hit on. He didn't though, because he didn't want Hermione to get the wrong idea. "How is everyone tonight?" There was a chorus of positive replies. "Can I interest you in anything to eat?"

Hermione's eyes lit up. "Nachos. A big plate with jalapeƱos, extra nacho cheese and chicken, please," she told the waitress, who gave her a strange look.

"I'll have a cheeseburger, extra onions," Dean ordered next.

One by one everyone was able to order their food. The waitress shot a final flirtatious smile at Dean before she walked off. He would guess that she was swaying her hips in an appealing way, but he didn't bother watching.

Ellen began asking more questions of Hermione, who answered politely. Soon the whole party was conversing nicely. Hermione even joined in on making fun of Sam's snoring. Meg and Castiel had left the table and moved to the dance floor. Dean couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Meg trying to teach the angel how to dance.

Soon enough they were each given their food, and dug in. Hermione was happily munching on her nachos while she gave Ellen and Sam an abbreviated description of her new job.

"So, who is this girl?" Jo asked quietly. Dean turned his gaze away from Hermione and turned to the blonde hunter.

"Just a friend," he heard himself tell her. The words rolled off his tongue easily. He supposed it was easier to think of her that way instead of as his 'baby mama.'

"Dean," Jo pressed. She leaned forward, "I'm not blind. We all can see that she's more than that. You can tell me."

He chanced another glance at Hermione, but blanched when he saw that her skin had gone a little green. "Oh no," he groaned. Hermione swallowed hard. "Are you okay?" He asked as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She only nodded and finished her glass.

The waitress approached their table, and grabbed the empty glasses. "Another round?" Everyone nodded, and finished what was left of their drinks if they hadn't already. "All right. Seven beers and a ginger ale, coming right up."

"Ginger ale?" Ellen asked. "Who's that for?"

"Oh. That's for me," Hermione told her with an uncomfortable smile. "I've decided to take a little break from alcohol for a while."

Ellen nodded before grabbing Bobby's hands and dragging him to join Meg and Cas on the dance floor.

Dean turned back to Jo and saw a dangerous expression on her face. She looked like she was starting to put the pieces together. Dean knew he wanted to get away from her in case of a realization. Without thinking he grabbed Hermione's hand and lead her onto the dance floor with the others.

Just as they stepped onto the floor the song changed to a slow tune. Dean pulled Hermione close to his chest, and began to move to the music.

"I didn't know you liked to dance," Hermione whispered quietly against his chest.

"I don't," Dean told her with a chuckle. "I just didn't want to talk to Jo anymore."

"Why's that?" Hermione asked him.

Dean sighed and rested his chin on top of Hermione's head. "She's a very inquisitive woman. I could tell she was about to figure out the big secret."

He felt Hermione stiffen and pull back slightly. She inclined her head, forcing him to look at her. "Are you ashamed of us?" She didn't say it angrily, but she was obviously unhappy that she had to ask it at all.

"No, not at all," Dean told her quickly. "I just don't want everyone to know. If everyone knows there's more of a chance that you could be in danger."

"You can tell your friends, if you want to," Hermione replied as she stepped back into his arms. "I know how important that is."

"Been bragging about me, have you?" Dean asked cockily. Hermione chuckled against his stomach.

"Why would I pass that up?" Hermione replied with another throaty laugh.

Dean smiled as he continued to lead her in a slow dance. A quick glance around and he saw that the others had decided to dance as well. Meg and Castiel. Bobby and Ellen. Even Sam and Jo had joined them.

"How are you dealing with everything?" Dean asked as the music switched to a different slow song.

"I'm happy," Hermione told him. "I never saw this for myself, but I wouldn't change it now. It's brought me closer to my friends, made me get a better job. There are things I'm not looking forward to, but over all the positives outweigh the negatives."

"What about me?" Dean found himself asking. He didn't even realize how much he cared about it until the question tumbled past his lips. Deep down her opinion of him mattered.

Hermione stopped and looked up at the hunter. "I am thankful that it was you, even though I know you wouldn't choose this for yourself. Most men would have run away, but you didn't. You are even going out of your way to take care of me. You should be proud of that."

Dean searched her face for any hint of a lie. He didn't find any, only an openness that he didn't witness very often. He looked down at her, and couldn't fight the pull he felt towards her.

He had been meaning to keep his space. Take care of his responsibilities, nothing more. Dean had assumed she felt the same way. However, something in her words told him differently. Did she want more than a 'business' relationship? Did he?

The reasons he had for being cautious were still there. They were still facing danger. Dean groaned. He was being pulled in too many directions.

He soon felt that similar pressure between his brows. Hermione was rubbing his tension away again.

"You don't want it to stick that way," she whispered as her cheeks grew red.

The action awakened something in him. Dean no longer cared about the bar or the people surrounding him. He didn't want to think of the consequences. All he wanted was one more moment.

Dean leaned down and captured her lips with his own.