"Let me go, you son of a bitch!"
"Nah ah, Darling, I need you nice and restrained," Hyde said with a wicked grin, noticing the sense of déjà vu that flitted across her features, "I've seen what you can do."
Her blazer was ripped and thrown over a couch, and she was tied down to a hook in the floor, arms over her head, legs tied together and tied to the floor as well, and he was hovering over her, eyes glowing red, teeth glinting.
"What are you, what do you want from me?" she growled, disgust on her face.
"I am a demon," he cooed, weaving his fingers through her hair, making her flinch away. "Aww, those bad men have really made you scared, haven't they?"
Her chin jutted forward and her eyes flashed, "I'm not scared of you."
"Oh, you should be. You don't know how to get rid of demons, do you? Oh, this is going to be so fun." He pressed his fingers to the fluttering of her neck, "You know what a coup de grâce is, don't you? A death blow. An act of mercy, to end a suffering. You're suffering, and you don't even know it. You want to know what I'm going to do? I'm going to cut open your pretty little neck and let you watch your own blood pour out. I'm going to tell you everything that I made you forget while you're bleeding out, and then I'm going to take pictures to send to your boyfriend once his battles are over and I make him remember you."
Hermione stared up at him in wide-eyed horror. He made her forget, made her forget someone who she apparently cared about? And then he'd hurt him, using her? That made her sicker than anything he was going to do involving her blood.
"You're a coward," she spat in disgust, "You hide behind taunts and tricks, but you're nothing."
His smile was cold, and he brought out a small blade, pressing it against one side of her neck, grinning when she sucked in a breath, but refused to cry out. "You're strong. I admired that in you. You know, if you didn't have such yummy blood, we might've been friends."
She sucked in gulps of air, gritting out "fat chance" as he slowly dragged the blade a little away from the starting point.
"You know what, Granger?" he asked with that same smile. "You would've been happy. He would've given up what he'd spent his whole life doing, and you two would've been happy together. But then life just has to step in and fuck everything up, doesn't it? Ironic, talking about life, while I'm taking yours."
"You can go fuck yourself," she gasped.
He gave a malicious sneer, raised the blade, and Hermione sucked in possibly her last breath before a loud bang sounded in the air, making the demon choke and cough, clutching at his middle, spluttering something dark.
"Hey," Dean panted as he slid next to her, taking out his own pocket knife and carefully cutting her hands free, placing one of his hands over her neck, "So – we even?"
"Even," she sighed, pressing her hands over his when she was free, Sam cutting the restraints on her legs. "What're you two - ?"
"It's a long story," Dean sighed before smiling down at her, waving a box of band-aids that he'd pulled out of his jacket pocket, "See? I bet you love me right now."
She smiled back, allowing him to messily wipe the blood away with his thumb and place one of the large squares over the thankfully smaller-than-intended cut. She sat up slowly, aware that her hair was drenched in sweat and that she was shaking, and Dean stood to help her up, only to catch her again when her legs gave way.
"Hey, Sweetheart, what's going on?" he asked, moving to bridal carry her.
"I just – this is wild," she sighed, leaning into him for comfort, shaking her head.
"Come on, we'll take you home and explain some things," Sam offered, moving to the driver's seat as Dean settled her in the back, climbing in next to her and slinging her legs over his lap. As Sam started the car, Hermione lay back in the seat and covered her face with her hands, breathing deeply, the smell of old leather and familiar scents that she couldn't place trying to help calm her down.
"Are you sure you're okay? We can take you to a hospital," Dean said, rubbing her leg where she'd been tied down, as she'd rubbed it raw, much like with her hands.
"I'm just trying not to break down," she said before giving a sniff and a sigh, "I'll be fine." She hoped.