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Dean walked up to the front entrance of the bunker and frowned. The door was ajar. He turned back and looked at his mom, who was still looking around like she didn't know what was going on. He didn't blame her. The only thing that was familiar to her about this world so far had been the Impala. She was looking at the door, and then she looked back at Dean.
"I'm guessing you guys don't normally leave the door open."
"No, we do not," Dean muttered, pulling his gun out. "Stay behind me. You're not armed, I don't want you to be caught by surprise."
Dean nudged the door to the bunker open wider with his gun before stepping in. The place was eerily quiet. And it was weird that no one was coming out to greet him. Especially Hermione. He was sure she would be sitting in one of those insanely uncomfortable seats in the war room waiting for him to come back...or not. He moved further into the room, and as he stood on the balcony, looking down, he noticed a body strewn across the floor by the table, and a small stream of blood on the floor. It didn't take him long to recognize who it was, and he was pressing the gun into his mom's hands and running the rest of the way down to where the body lay.
"Hermione!" he shouted as he approached, sliding to a stop in front of her. He knelt down, pressing his fingers to her neck, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt her pulse there. He turned around, and noticed his mom had joined him, staring at the girl on the ground.
"Who's that?" she asked.
"My girlfriend," Dean answered. "Can you, um, stay with her for a minute? I don't want her to be alone."
Mary nodded, and that was good enough for him. He turned and ran back into the the back part of the bunker where Hermione's original room had been when she first came to stay with them. He shoved the door open and ran to the fireplace. He reached into the pot that sat on the shelf and threw it into the fire, just like Harry had shown him a few weeks ago.
"Potter Residence," he shouted into the hearth, feeling like a complete idiot. In seconds the fireplace lit up green and a face appeared. He realized it had to be Harry's wife.
"Dean? What's wrong? Where's Hermione?" she asked.
"She's been shot," Dean said. "I just came home and she's on the floor, and there's a lot of blood..."
"Move," Potter's wife said. "I'm coming through."
Dean took a step back and watched as a very pregnant red head walked out of his fireplace a few seconds later.
"Where is she?"
"She's this way."
Dean led the way back through the bunker into the the command center to where Hermione and his mom were. Harry's wife rushed over to where Hermione was lying and knelt down. She pulled out her wand and started waving it over Hermione, muttering.
Mary turned toward Dean, eyes wide. "What the-"
"Mom, not now," Dean said, not removing his eyes from the two witches on the ground.
"But she-"
"Mom, please, not now. I'll explain everything later. Right now I need to make sure Hermione is all right, and then figure out where the hell Sam and Cas are."
The red head stopped waving her wand, and then reached for the bag that was still strapped to her body. She opened it, shoved her wand in, said some more weird shit, and pulled out two vials. The first, she unscrewed and poured into Hermione's mouth, and the second she unscrewed and put a few drops onto Hermione's shoulder. Once she was finished she stood up and turned toward Dean.
"Do you mind if I..." she gestured toward the chairs. Dean shook his head, and she sat down. "Sorry, I'm at the point of my pregnancy where chairs are my friend."
"How is she?" Dean asked.
"She'll be fine," the red head answered. "She lost some blood, so I gave her a blood replenishing potion. I was able to vanish the bullet out of her and close the wound with some dittany. She has a wicked concussion, so that's why she's still out on the floor. It would probably be a good idea to move her to a bed, and have her be comfortable for when she wakes up. She'll know which potions from her stores to use to fix the headache she's going to have when she wakes up. She's going to be fine. You can relax."
Dean let out the breath he was holding. "Thank you so much. I don't even know your name."
"I'm Ginny," she said. "I'm married to Harry, obviously, and Hermione is not only my best friend, she also used to be my sister-in-law."
Dean's eyes widened in recognition. He must be really out of it, the red hair should have given it away. "You're sisters with the evil ex."
"Yep, unfortunately."
Dean ran his hands down his face. It had been a long night. He wasn't even entirely sure what the hell happened with Amara. His mom was back from the dead, miraculously, and very confused. He came home to find his brother and friend missing and his girlfriend shot on the floor. He needed to go to bed.
"Well, Ginny, it's nice to meet you. Your husband is a great guy. He really helped out after..." he trailed off, remembering that it was just a few short weeks ago they were removing the mark from his arm. Shit. Things really needed to fucking slow down around here.
"It's nice to finally meet you as well. Harry has had nothing but good things to say about you. I do feel the need to apologize for my brother again. He's such a prat."
"Don't worry about it. You don't need to apologize at all. As long as I don't ever see him again, we're good."
Ginny smiled, rubbing her hand over her belly. "Well, I don't think he'll ever come here again, so you don't need to worry about it. If you come to London, on the other hand, I can't make any promises. He is family."
"London? Oh no no no. Yeah, you don't have to worry about that. Going to London involves air travel, and I don't travel in boxes that fly. That is just not something I do. So, yeah, no need to worry about what will happen if I'm in London."
"But Hermione's family is in London. Don't you want to come and meet everyone?"
Dean frowned. "I thought her parents had no memory and were in Australia?"
Ginny smiled sadly, "They are, that's why we've adopted her. We're her family. And we don't like bringing the boys through the floo too much. And with this one on the way," she rubbed her belly again, "we would really love to have you both over for holidays. And I mean, Hermione is a witch. And the magical community makes so many adjustments for muggles who marry a wizard or witch. You would be able to travel via the floo or international portkey. There really is no reason to think that you'll be relegated to muggle means of travel."
"M-m-marry?" Dean stuttered out. "Look, I mean I have a lot of strong feelings for Hermione. But, I mean we've only been whatever we are for a few weeks, it's a little soon to be talking about things like marriage."
Ginny laughed at the man's discomfort. "I know. I was just saying hypothetically if that were something that would come about, we could make things work. You seem like a really great guy, Dean. And you seem like you care about Hermione a lot. Just, keep these things in mind while your relationship progresses. Hermione is our sister, and our kids' godmother. She's going to be coming to visit often. It would be a shame that we are robbed of our chance to get to know you better due to some unfounded fears."
Dean looked at the red headed woman sitting in the middle of the room. How was it that just within the last few months he went from just having Sam to being invited into a family of Chuck knew how many. It was a little overwhelming when you added in the fact that his mom was back from the dead. Oh shit.
"Oh, Mom," Dean turned toward where his mom was still standing and staring down at Hermione. She didn't respond. "Mary," Dean said again, his voice cracking. Knowing his mom was back, but she didn't know who he was hurt. It hurt bad.
Mary looked up at him. "Yes?"
"Mary, this is Ginny Potter, she's Hermione's sister-in-law. I'm sure you'll meet Harry at some point. Ginny, this is my mom, Mary."
Ginny reached her hand out to Mary. "It's nice to meet you, Mary."
Mary took her hand and gave it a quick shake before she shrunk back into herself. "It's nice to meet you, too. What are you?"
Dean was about to protest, but Ginny just laughed.
"I'm a witch. Same as Hermione."
Mary whipped her head around to look at Dean. "A witch?! You're fraternizing with a witch?!"
"Mom it's not the kind of witch that you're thinking of. They were born witches. No deals with any demons. They're what Sam and I like to call "Good Witches." Like Glinda!"
"What's a Glinda?" Ginny asked.
"The Good Witch from Wizard of Oz," Dean explained.
"What's Wizard of Oz?"
Dean sighed. "Fucking wizards. Look, we'll find a copy and when that baby comes you all come over here, and we'll have a big movie night, because I can't stand the thought of your children growing up not knowing the Wizard of Oz. It's a classic."
Ginny laughed "Sounds like a deal."
"A good witch? I've never heard of anything like that before."
"Well, mom, that's because they tend to keep themselves away from non-magical people. Some kind of secrecy pact or whatever."
"If they keep themselves secret, why are there two of them in your home?"
"Well..." Dean started. He wasn't quite sure where to start explaining everything that's been going on.
"Your sons know how to find trouble, and they managed to find me and drag me into it," a voice came from the floor.
Dean pushed his mother out of the way, and knelt down next to Hermione. "Hey, you're awake," he said, reaching out and helping her sit up.
"Yeah, but I feel like I've been run over by a herd of hippogriffs. What happened?"
"You need to tell me that, sweetheart. We found you here, on the ground in a puddle of blood, alone. Where are Sam and Cas?" Dean explained as he helped her off the floor and into a chair next to Ginny. He hovered, running a hand through her hair.
"Um, we got back to the bunker after we left you, and there was a bright light. And Cas was gone. There was a woman, British, with a gun. She tried to shoot us, but I was able to block it with a shield charm, and I disarmed her. But she had another gun, and I tried to put another shield up, but my magic is still not up to par, and it wasn't fast enough. There were two shots, and I felt this blinding pain,a nd I think I hit my head as I fell to the floor. After that, nothing until now."
"Where's Sam?" Dean asked.
She shook her head. "I don't know. I just remember him being here right next to me. And then I think I saw him fall, too? I don't know. I'm so sorry, Dean," Hermione started crying. "I tried to save him, and protect him, but I was too weak. You were right, I wasn't ready to be out in the field, and now I've failed your brother and my friend."
"Hey," Dean said gently. "One, you weren't out in the field, not technically. If you were here when that bitch got here, alone? I'm sure things would have been much worse. Because then she would have caught you completely unaware and unprepared, because you wouldn't have even had your wand on you. Two, you did protect him. You stopped the first bullet. And that's why I fucking love you. You tried. You tried your damnedest. And that's what matters. You were fucking shot, Hermione. If I hadn't have come when I did..." he trailed off when he could feel the emotion welling up in his chest. "What matters is that you're fine, and we're going to find the bitch who did this to you, and took Sam, and waste her."
Silence fell in the bunker as they let Dean's words absorb. But Dean wasn't even exaggerating. He was out for blood. As soon as he found Sam, that's it. He was going to kill whoever came in here to try and destroy his family.
"Okay, well, Hermione, I'm glad you're doing well, and you're awake, but I better get back home before I give Harry an aneurism."
"Oh, Ginny, thank you so much for coming. I'm assuming Dean called you? Where are the boys?"
"I was having tea with mum when Dean's panicked floo call came through, so I left the boys with her and came through. But this close to my due date, and Harry will have a fit if I'm gone too long. He won't even let me go into Diagon Alley for long by myself. He's started sending Kreacher on all our errands. It's so bloody tiresome. This baby needs to come out of me soon or I'll go mad with cabin fever."
Everyone laughed as Ginny stood up, giving Hermione a hug. "You be careful, love, okay? I don't want any more of these visits. You rest and get your magic up to snuff and then give these people hell for me, okay?"
Hermione nodded. "Definitely. You have Harry or your mum floo call me the second my niece is born, yeah?"
Ginny laughed. "You're so certain I'm growing a girl this time."
"Well, I've met your boys. You need a girl to balance them out."
"I really do," Ginny laughed. "It was nice to meet you, Dean, and you as well, Mary. Don't be strangers."
Ginny walked out of the room, leaving Dean, Hermione and Mary.
Hermione turned and looked at Mary. "And, I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure from what I heard, you're Dean's mum? I thought you were dead?"
"She was," Dean said.
"Then why..."
"Well, it's a funny thing, Amara gave her to me as a thank you for everything I did to bring her and Chuck back together."
"Wait, what?"
"Yeah, I know, I don't understand it either. It's just something that's happened. And we're all going to need to adjust to this new thing. Now, what are we going to do about Sam?"
"I know how to find him," Hermione said.
"You do?"
"I can do a tracking spell."
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's track him and waste the bitch that took him."
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