Hey guys! Sorry to make you wait, but I've been pretty busy. Becoming an adult stuff and all. But, I hope this was worth the wait! The final battle has arrived! Aren't you excited? I'm excited! Finally find out what happened to Adam, what happens to the brothers, will Hermione and Cas finally admit their feelings? So many things to find out! Read to solve the mysteries! Don't forget to review so I can write better chapters in the future. ENJOY!

Chapter 14

"When were you planning on telling us that Death marked you up!?" Hermione had a splitting headache. She had nothing but these questions coming home from Chicago and now Bobby and Sam were asking the same damn questions. That was precisely the reason she refused to give Dean any answers. She didn't feel like going through everything twice.

They were all in Bobby's office and Castiel was sort of off to the side, looking on in amusement. He told her she should have just told them and this was her price to pay. Hermione really just wanted to smack that smug look off his face. Since she couldn't do that, she sucked it up and looked towards Bobby who looked rightly outraged.

"I was planning on telling you when it was relevant. Like, when we meet Death." Hermione thought that was a fair moment to do it. Dean crossed his arms annoyed.

"You didn't even tell me! Death did."

Sam suddenly spoke out in a curious nature, "What does the mark look like?"

Bobby and Dean turned to him and shouted, "Sam!"

He held up his hands. "Just curious." Hermione tried to hold back a chuckle. It was serious moment, no time for laughs. So, she took the bracelet off and showed them the mark on the inside of her right wrist. She wanted to laugh again at their wide eyes. She touched the mark and they watched as darkness pulsed through her veins.

"It's there forever. I don't really mind though. Death is a pretty cool dad."

Dean blinked owlishly and muttered, "Death is a pretty cool dad?" Dean turned to Bobby and asked with complete seriousness, "I think we should send her back to Glenwood." Hermione glared at them when it seemed like they were actually considering it.

"Honestly, It's not that big a deal. I didn't die, Dean didn't die, we got the rings, and everyone's happy except Sam who has to jump in a fiery cage with Lucifer. Good? Good. Now, let's get on this already. Sam, we are doing a few more lesson before you go head to head with Satan." She pulled him along with unmatched strength and everyone was struck silent. That was unexpected.

Hermione and Sam practiced every day for the next week and Hermione was now fairly certain Sam had a sufficient wall. With the demon juice he had to chug she was hoping it would be enough to strengthen his control even when the chaos of the blood took over. They were all ready to go face down the big baddie after Sam's final lesson. Crowley supplied three demons for Sam to drink dry and they were set.

Dean decided that Detroit was the place to go for the devil. Hermione trusted him. He had that look in his eyes that said he absolutely knew something everyone else didn't. Hermione decided to give the original trio some space and ride with Bobby. Who, was ecstatic that Hermione wasn't driving. She sucked at it.

They all drove to Detroit and halfway through the night, Hermione looked to Bobby and asked, "This isn't going to go as planned is it?"

The man sighed tiredly and said to her, "I doubt anything ever goes as planned." Hermione nodded.

"I hope Dean'll be alright."

The man smiled sadly at her. "He'll still have me and you."

Hermione shook her head. "It isn't the same for Dean. It's always about Sammy. If it was to let Sam live, he would probably sacrifice either one of us and we would let him because we care so much. I don't hate him for it. It's just that neither one of us can fill that gaping hole this'll leave." Bobby looked straight ahead. She was right. Every last damn word. Those boys were dangerously codependent. Nothing mattered to them, but each other.

They continued to drive in silence and reached their destination the next night. Everyone stumbled out of their vehicles and shook the drowsiness from them. This was it. The final battle. Hermione shivered and felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Castiel's deep eyes. He said nothing, but she knew what he meant by the gesture. He would be there. Meanwhile, Bobby was scoping out the building.

"Demons. At least two dozen of them. You were right - something's up."

Dean nodded emotionlessly, "More than something. He's here. I know it." Dean walked to the trunk while Sam hugged Bobby in a last goodbye. Sam then walked to Castiel and held out his hand.

"Take care of them."

Castiel knew what he was supposed to say. "I will." Sam nodded and finally came to Hermione. She was determined not to cry so she just crushed him in a hug.

"Remember what I told you Sammy. You fight him tooth and nail, you understand? Keep swinging. Don't give an inch. An inch is all he needs." Sam nodded and released her from a hug.

She whispered to him so Dean wouldn't hear, "No matter what, I'll make sure Dean's okay. I promise." Sam smiled to her softly. That meant more to him than anything.

Sam traveled to the back trunk and chugged the blood. Before he left to go cause some trouble, Hermione shot through his mind and found a sturdy wall he was keeping up with determination. Hermione smirked in approval and Sam kept walking.

Hermione, Castiel and Bobby were meant to stay back. Their presence, especially Hermione's, would piss the devil off. Making it tough to focus. So they stayed near the Impala, holding onto hope that just maybe they would catch a lucky break. The building emitted with a bright white light and then nothing. Just nothing. They couldn't hear anything or see anything. Not until Dean walked out of the building with angry teary face and they knew it didn't work. Hermione could feel her heart just snap. Her training didn't help, Sammy still got possessed. Was everything really that hopeless?

The four of them had a good pity party before aimlessly wandering the streets. They stopped to see a TV shop playing the news. The woman on the screen was saying with a panicked tone, "Reports are flooding in - a 7.6 earthquake in Portland, 8.1 in Boston, more in Hong Kong, Berlin, and Tehran. The U.S.G.S. has no explanation but says to expect a six-figure death toll." Hermione blinked away the tears threatening to spill over.

"It's starting."

Dean turned to Cas angered. "Yeah, you think, genius?"

Castiel crossed his arms. "You don't have to be mean."

Dean asked helplessly, "Well what do we do now?"

Castiel again replied, "I suggest we imbibe copious quantities of alcohol and wait for the inevitable blast wave."

"Swell. Thank you, Bukowski. I mean, how do we stop it?"

"We don't. Lucifer will meet Michael on the chosen field, and the battle of Armageddon begins."

"Okay, well, where's this chosen field?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know."

Dean shouted, "Well, there's gotta be something that we can do!"

Bobby told him, "It's over, Dean." The man angrily stomped away and Hermione looked to the two men left standing. She sighed and followed Dean. She still had hope that they could win. She had to. Or she would be left living alone with no family for the rest of her unending existence. Dean was in an alleyway angrily flipping out his phone. He dialed a number and waited. Hermione transformed into her animagus and blended with the shadows to hear the other line. The phone was picked up and a slightly higher pitched male voice answered the phone.

"Mistress Magda?"

Dean grimaced. "Um, no, Chuck."

"Oh, uh, Dean. Uh, wow. I, uh, I didn't know that you'd call."

"Who's Mistress Magda?"

"No one. She's a, uh, a - just a, uh... a close friend."

"Yeah, I'll bet - real close. Whatever happened to Becky?"

"Didn't work out. I had too much respect for her."

"Boy, you really got a whole virgin/hooker thing going on, don't you?"

Chuck now embarrassed asked slightly annoyed, "This can't be why you called?"

Dean sighed loudly. "Sam said, yes."

"I know. I saw it. I'm just working on the pages."

"Did you see where the title fight goes down?" "

The angels are keeping it top secret - very hush-hush. But I saw it anyways. Perks of being a prophet."

"Well don't just leave me hangin'."

"It's tomorrow, high noon - place called Stull Cemetery."

"Stull Ceme- Wait. I know that. That's - that's an old boneyard outside of Lawrence. Why Lawrence?"

"It all has to end where it started, I guess." The two went silent. Suddenly Chuck asked, "Hey, I have a final question for you before you go try and stop Samifer. What's Hermione Granger doing in the story?" Dean blinked and Hermione winced. Well shit. The brothers still thought her last name was Lovegood. Oops. How did she forget to tell them that?

"Pardon, Hermione Granger?"

"Yeah, you know. The one from the Harry Potter books. I saw her just appear in a part of the story and I don't understand why they're intertwined."

Dean said, "Just hold on a moment. Harry Potter books? Why does that sound familiar?"

"It's a best seller! Fandoms around the world. It got me wanting to publish your story actually. I'm guessing this J.K Rowling chick was some sort of prophet for a different world or something." Hermione was reeling from what she heard. She quickly jumped from the shadows, shifted back and snatched the phone.

"Where are you right now?" He stuttered out his location and Hermione glared to Dean. "Don't do anything stupid while I'm gone. Call me when you get to Kansas." Hermione shut the phone and apparated. When she opened her eyes she was in an untidy home with a very very confused man. His hair was dark brown, curled and thin. He wore a button up white shirt and black slacks. The drink he had in his hands had obviously fallen to the ground for there was smashed glass. She waved her hand and the mess cleaned itself.

He gasped in pure amazement and stuttered, "H-Hermione Granger? The real deal?" She narrowed her eyes and stalked towards him.

He backed up all the way to the counter and she growled out, "What did you mean? Harry Potter books?" Chuck shakily pointed to his bookcase and she called over the books he was pointing to. She looked to the first and smallest one with a drawing of Harry on the front.

She gripped it and read, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone?" Hermione growled and threw the book down. "My life as a children's series?" She grabbed the front of Chuck's shirt and she could literally hear him shaking. "I want to know what you know about this and I want to know now."

Chuck gulped and stuttered out, "Y-You just appeared in the Winchester's story! On the Wraith chapter. I knew I recognized you and it wasn't until Famine spat your name that I knew exactly. I swear, I know nothing more than that."

Hermione released him and straightened out his shirt. "I apologize, but I just lost my temper."

He chuckled. "It was legendary in the books."

She smirked. "In real life too."

He sighed. "If only I had time to hear your stories. Alas, I must finish the Winchester's book."

Hermione smiled sadly and asked, "You have no idea how this will end?"

He poured a drink and told her truthfully, "I have no idea." Hermione patted him on the shoulder and was about to apparate when he nervously called her back.

She turned to him and he bashfully asked, "C-Can I have your signature?"

"Whatever for?"

He blushed scarlet. "You were always my favorite character." Hermione chuckled and signed a paper, placed it in a picture frame and placed it on his desk. She mockingly bowed to him.

"Goodbye my faithful fan." She disappeared and Chuck looked at the frame.

It read: To Chuck. From Hermione Granger. Keep Up The Good Work Faithful. He almost melted. It was one of his dreams come true. He sat down in a new determination to make this the best ending in Supernatural history.

Hermione apparated back to the alley to see Dean taking off. She popped into his car and he didn't even jump when she appeared next o him.

She asked him, "What's the plan?"

Dean tightened his hold on the steering wheel. "I'm going to go talk to him." Hermione didn't fight with him on it. He was determined. Hermione had hope in Dean Winchester.

The two drove for a long time. Never stopping to eat or sleep. They kept driving. Not speaking a single word to each other. Hermione didn't know what was going to go down at that cemetery, but she would be there for her boys. She wouldn't let them down.

It was early morning when they drove along the dirt path. They could see two figures in the distance. Michael and Lucifer. Dean sped down the dirt path and skidded to a halt near the two brothers about to face off. It was deathly silent. Hermione and Dean got out of the beloved Impala and but on their snarky masks to hide the pain and fear.

Hermione smirked and waved. "Howdy boys."

She stepped forward while Dean nonchalantly asked, "Oh, I'm sorry. Did we interrupt something?" Lucifer walked forward and Hermione wanted to scream. Even the way he walked wasn't right. It was all wrong!

The man even spoke in Sam's voice, but the language was twisted. It spoke, "Dean. Even for you, this is a whole new mountain of stupid." He directly ignored her presence. Dean was about to speak up, but Michael interrupted, walking towards Dean menacingly.

"You're no longer the vessel, Dean. You have no right to be here."

"Adam, if you're in there somewhere, I am so sorry."

"His soul kindly rests in heaven with his mother. Just like I promised."

"Well, then you're next on my list, buttercup. But right now, I need five minutes with him."

"You little maggot! You are no longer a part of this story!"

Suddenly, they could hear Castiel shout behind all of them, "Hey, ass-butt!" They turned to see him throwing a flaming bottle of some sort and hitting Michael square in the chest. He erupted into a burning flame with an unearthly scream. Hermione had to cover her sensitive ears as the archangel disappeared.

Hermione looked at him in relief and asked, "Ass-butt?" He shrugged with a small smile towards her and that all went away when Lucifer menacingly stalked towards her angel.

"Castiel. Did you just Molotov my brother with holy fire?"

Castiel shuffled his feet. Ready to flee on broken wings. "Uh….no?"

"No one dicks with Michael but me." He then snapped his fingers and Castiel burst. Literally burst with his blood coating everyone there.

Hermione shouted in agony, "No!" She looked at the blood on her while Lucifer laughed laughed at her pain.

"Enjoy that witch? Oh, when I win this fight, you're forever on my torture list, Sweetheart." Hermione growled at him. Her pain filled eyes slowly turning black. She had never felt this much pain. Not when Severus died. Not when Harry died. Not even when she found her parents dead when she went to erase their memories. He destroyed her very happiness without a care. It was so nonchalant. Like Castiel wasn't even worth the effort. Well, he was worth it to her. And she was furious. She blasted a wave of magic at him. She could care less if it was Sam.

"YOU MONSTER!" Lucifer slightly tipped back, but didn't fall. He looked to her outraged as he stalked up to her with murder in his borrowed eyes. Dean ran towards her to help, but was blasted to his car. Denting the side door. Bobby shot Sam in the shoulder, but his neck was snapped. Tears flowed down her cheeks as he moved to tear her apart.

All she did was scream, "Do it!" He paused slightly, but continued.

"I can't kill you, but I can sure break you!" He knocked her to the ground roughly and attacked.

She shouted to him, "You already have!"

He laughed at her pain and shouted, "You are nothing to me!" He ended it with a knee to her side. "All you are is a stain! A stain that needs to be washed out of this timeline! You don't belong here!"

He was about to smash her head in when she screamed through the tears, "Just end it already you monster! I hope God never forgives you! I hope you feel my pain! My heart's been broken and all I want to do is drop dead here and now! Smash my head in! Maybe you'll do me a favor and take the pain away." His whole body paused in mid motion. He looked into her eyes and saw everything. Her eyes held horrors of her own hell and of her indescribable pain. She could act happy on the outside, but she would forever be empty. Just a shell of the girlish bookworm she used to be. He saw it all. Her life play through and the new life she created with the Brothers, Bobby and her angel. He saw it and his entire demeanor flickered. He closed his eyes in pain and gasped a breath. He toppled off of her and she retreated back to her original state. Black eyes sinking back into her normal dark irises.

She asked hesitantly, "Sam?"

He groaned and clutched his head. "It's me." Hermione quickly dove into his mind and helped him shove Lucifer behind the walls. She built on them and built. She came out and Sam stood up with a shaking body. He grabbed the rings and threw them to the ground.

"Bvtmon tabges babalon." The ground opened up into a swirling black hole and Sam traveled over to Dean. He looked to his brother with eyes that said more than goodbye. They said thank you for being my big brother. Thanks for not leaving me behind. Thank you for being there.

He walked over to the edge and Michael came back. "Sam! It's not gonna end this way! Step back!"

"You're going to have to make me." Everything seemed to slow down through the whirling winds and he fell. Sam spread his arms like angelic wings and just fell from earth. Michael screamed and stopped at the edge. Hermione knew now what she had to do. She got to her feet and sped to Michael. She rammed into him and he too fell. Screaming and trying to get back up. He grabbed onto her ankle and she slipped. Her stomach jumped as she hung on for dear life. Dean was trying to get up desperately on broken legs and Michael was crawling up her.

She screamed desperately. "Cas!" Her savior didn't come. So, she became the self sacrificing Hermione she had always been and….. let go. Michael screamed in rage as they plummeted. She looked to the closing hole and saw her angel. He was trying to reach her, but the hole closed. His wings weren't broken. That was good. She loved his wings. As the hole was but an inch from closing, she looked into his eyes. She would remember those crystal blue eyes. The eyes she slowly fell in love with.

Up above. Castiel was staring at the rings. The rings that could open the door to let his Hermione free. But he couldn't, he knew it wouldn't work. Something fell on his hand. It was wet. He looked and found the source. Tears. He was crying and he couldn't stop. The tears kept coming and he finally broke down. He succumbed to the human emotions that lay beneath his angel soul.

He felt a hand on his back and he looked through bleary eyes to see Dean crying as well. They looked at each other. Knowing they both lost their beloved. For Dean, it was his brother and sister. For Castiel, it was his one and only love and friend. Castiel slowly touched Dean's head and healed him. He flicked his hand toward Bobby and he was healed too. His soul hadn't left the earth yet. So, bringing him back to life was simple. Bobby got up and looked to the two sobbing messes. He just knew. Hermione and Sam weren't there. Neither was Lucifer and Michael. He would get details later, but for now he would grieve with the boys.

Castiel couldn't move from the spot where Hermione fell. It had been eight hours. Eight agonizing hours. Dean drove off with Bobby two hours ago, but he couldn't leave. Castiel was about to pick up the rings, but a voice sounded behind him.

"So you're Castiel." The angel turned around with drooped wings. He looked into the eyes of the man he knew as Death. The elder man slowly walked over to the rings, slipped his on and put the others in his pocket.

He finally looked to Castiel and asked emotionlessly, "What did she mean to you?" Castiel could feel his stomach tighten just thinking about her.

"She meant everything to me." Death nodded and walked around him and Castiel said to himself, "She still does."

Death paused in his movements and looked the angel straight in his eyes. "It is funny how we only know how much someone truly matters when they leave us." Death looked to the ground and said, "It was my job to protect my child. I didn't come in time." He looked back up to the angel. "And it looks like neither did you." Castiel looked down in shame. The man sneered at the ground. "I was too busy brushing off the remains of Lucifer's leash." The man looked at Castiel with fire behind his black eyes. "Did you know that the little brat locked me in a cage of my own? It took this long to burst out and I learn my girl has been thrown in a cage with the raging baby." Everything went silent.

Suddenly, Death asked, "How about we make it up to our witch and be there for her now?" Castiel looked up to Death sharply.

The man walked to the spot of grass and said, "Do you not feel the new power within you? It is fully restored. I believe you know what you can do."

Castiel looked to the ground again and said, "You told me the cage was welded shut." The man placed both hands on his cane.

"Not to a thing like me. All I need, is someone to get the bodies. I specialize in souls."

Castiel was filled with new determination as he said, "If we are going to get them both out, then I need help."

He hadn't to say anything more as a voice spoke up behind them, "Say no more little bro. I'm here." They both turned to eye the sad form of Gabriel. "I guess I'm in the boat of failure with you guys. I was in another dimension and didn't get the call on angel radio until now." They watched as the archangel walked over to them.

"Ready to save our pals?" Gabriel, Castiel, and Death had little struggle finding the cage, but when they got down there, they could already feel their hearts drop. The two angels had never seen such pain and torture. Lucifer and Michael were fighting each other in celestial form while four bodies lay on the ground. Two were already dead, but the other two were thrown to the ground with organs spilling out and eyes burned out of their sockets. Hermione was missing a leg and Sam seemed to have lost both arms. Their skin was being burned off slowly and Death could just see their pained souls.

They were being kept alive through it all. Hermione moved her head and seemed to stare at them through the bars. Even though she had no eyes to do so. Death made the first move by waving his hand over the celestial forms. They froze in midair. Death then stepped straight through the cage while letting through Gabriel and Castiel. Death would never have braved this alone. He could have accidently let Lucifer out. But with the help of an archangel and one saved by God. This could be done.

He slowly turned Hermione's face toward him and he tried not to focus on the pure disarrangement. Her tongue seemed to be halfway across the room as well. He placed his hand over her mouth and sucked out her soul. Her body went stiff and he placed the soul in his suitcase. He went over to Sam and did the same thing. Souls couldn't get past the bars, but hidden in his case they could. While Gabriel healed Sam, Castiel healed Hermione. They put their bodies back together and death moved them along. Lucifer and Michael were working past his time manipulation.

After everything was done, Gabriel lifted Sam from the ground while Castiel held Hermione. They walked from the cage and watched as Michael and Lucifer reanimated and tried to reach them. They screamed in Enochian and cursed them to an eternity of suffering, but Deat shut them up by placing his own touch on the cage. A silencing feature. Now not even the angels in heaven or demons in hell could hear the two. The cage was well welded shut with God's will and the three left.

When they reached the surface, Gabriel almost dropped Sam from his massive weight. While Castiel set Hermione down gently.

Death walked up to the two angels and said, "I want to wake them up separately." Sam went first. Death put his soul back and the man erupted in a light and gasped for breath. He looked up to the three surrounding them and said the first thing that came to mind.

"Am I in heaven?"

Gabriel chuckled. "Far from it, kid."

He looked and asked, "You're alive?"

Gabriel nodded. "All thanks to our favorite little witch."

Sam suddenly shot up on shaky feet and shouted, "Hermione's still down there! How could you leave her like that? It was awful and painful and words can't even-." He was cut off when Gabriel pointed to the still soulless and unconscious body of Hermione.

He dropped next to her and asked, "Will she be alright?"

Castiel nodded and said, "We just need to wake her up."

He looked to Castiel and asked, "You're alive too? But- But I-."

He was cut off again when Castiel answered, "I don't know, Sam." He then looked at the still standing stoic Death.

"You must be her adopted father."

"You would be correct in that assumption."

Sam looked back to Hermione and asked, "Why aren't you waking her up?"

Castiel responded, "We wanted to wait until you grasped hold of what happened and that you're alive." Sam nodded and sat down.

He looked to Castiel and asked, "Where's Dean?"

"With Lisa, by now."

Sam hummed, "Just like he promised." Sam then asked, "Is he happy?"

Castiel placed a hand on his shoulder. "He's grieving." Once they were all sure Sam was alright. Death replaced his child's soul. She erupted in a shining blue light and let off a deathly scream. Everyone except Death needed to cover their ears. Hermione opened her dark eyes and looked around and spotted the eyes of her family. Golden, Black, and crystal blue. She ignored them for a second and looked beside her to see Sam. She tried to get up to see if it was really him, but fell straight back down and was caught before she could hit the ground. Hermione looked into Gabriel's shining face and hugged him tightly.

She whispered happily, "Gabriel."

He chuckled. "Hey there, kiddo." She was helped up and spotted Death straight in front of her. She couldn't restrain herself from jumping into his arms and bursting into tears. Death didn't mind. He had saved his daughter. Hermione wiped away her happy tears and looked to her angel.

She refrained from jumping into his arms, but did crush him with a hug and said joyously, "Your wings are whole!"

He chuckled and gripped onto her tightly. "I'm glad you're here."

She sniffled and refused to keep crying. "I'm glad you guys saved us." He released her and she finally looked over to Sam.

She just gave him a bone crushing hug and told him, "I told you we wouldn't be in there for all eternity."

He chuckled. "Yeah. Just a month." The two shivered and looked to their saviors.

Hermione awkwardly shuffled her feet and asked, "What now?"

Death stroked her hair and said to her, "Now you decide your next move. I'll visit you more often. I promise." Hermione smiled to him and he disappeared.

Gabriel swept up his witch and said, "I make the same promise, kid. Expect more Gabriel in your life." Hermione giggled and Gabriel took something out of his pocket and handed it to her. It was her angel blade bracelet. Not a single scratch on it. She slowly slipped the piece perfectly on her right wrist where it belonged. Gabriel softly smiled at her and disappeared with a final kiss on the cheek. All that was left were the three.

Sam told her gently, "Dean went with Lisa."

Hermione nodded with a soft smile. "He'll have a good life."

Sam nodded. "Now, I want him to have that normal life, but I really think someone should be there to look after him."

Hermione nodded saddly. "You don't want to tell him you're alive?"

Sam shook his head. "You know he would just leave Lisa and fall straight back into hunting. If you were to show him you were alive, he would accept you into his home. You know how to live normally."

Hermione sighed. "I feel dirty about deceiving him."

Sam nodded. "I do too, but don't you want Dean to have a happy normal life with a kid he adores and a girl he loves?"

Hermione sighed and sat down on the dewy grass. "Yes. But what do I tell him? Hey Dean, I got out of the cage somehow, but your brother got left behind?" Hermione finally got an idea.

It was working slowly and she popped up from the ground and said to Sam, "We aren't doing any of that! I know exactly what we're going to do." Castiel shifted closer to her to hear her idea.

"I say we both go and tell him we got out of the cage and how it happened. There's no need to lie. We tell him that now that news would probably spread of our death through some means because the monsters always seem to know. Then, we say we want to live normal lives too! He sticks with Ben and Lisa, he gets to know we both exist, and we can hunt on the downlow if you really want. Win win for everybody!" Sam didn't know what to say.

All he could mutter was, "You are a genius Hermione!"

She smirked. "Trust me, I know."

Castiel was mulling over the plan. "I believe that would be good for everyone."

Hermione turned to her angel and asked, "What will you do?"

He took hold of her hand and told her, "I want to go to heaven and help my brothers and sisters. It must be chaos up there."

Hermione squeezed his hand. "Visit me at least?"

He grabbed her other hand and looked at her straight in the eyes. "Every chance I have. I'll come when you need help. I won't be late to save you ever again." Hermione smiled and decided not to tell him that he couldn't control everything. That sometimes, he wouldn't be there for her and he could change that.

The three decided to wait a single week until they meet Dean again. They needed to have at least a small amount of time to come to terms and deal with the emotional pain of being chewed on by satan and an archangel. After that week, they called Castiel.

Castiel teleported them to Lisa's house and they decided to just go in. There was no need to let the man suffer any longer. Sam began up the walk, but Castiel stopped Hermione. She looked at him questioningly. He seemed to be debating with himself. He finally just pulled her closer and was a hair's width away from her.

She decided to put the confused angel out of his misery and kissed him. At first he didn't react, but he soon kept up. It wasn't a flamboyant liplock or even a passionate embrace. It was only about three seconds and she pulled back from him with a stunned face. They both felt it. A little electric spark ignite and run through their bodies.

She slowly smiled at him and asked, "Are those human feelings of yours still confused?" He shook his head and pulled her into a hug.

"I know exactly how I feel."

She grinned brightly and released him. "Now you have to visit me more often. I'll be wanting to keep close tabs on you. Make sure none of those lady angels take you from me."

He told her seriously, "I would never cross you."

She chuckled and patted his arm. "I know you wouldn't." She gently pushed him away and laughed. "No more mushy stuff, Cas. Go rangle up your angel buddies." He smiled at her and disappeared with a flutter of his wings.

Hermione turned back to see Sam smiling at her with a small smirk and she blushed deeply. She had completely forgotten he was there. "Come on lover lady. We definitely need to tell Dean about this."

She turned even redder and hid her face. "Please don't." He laughed and just for a moment, they completely forgot about all their troubles and went to go greet their brother.