CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Summary: Nine years after the war, Hermione's the Head of the Auror Department that specialises in dealing with Magical Creatures and fugitive Death Eaters that are loose in the Muggle World. With the fugitive Death Eaters no longer hiding in Britain, she's tracking rogue Death Eaters in the United States, which leads her to The Winchester brothers. The Witch and The Hunters are a dynamic trio that no creature, being or beast wishes to mess with, Magical or Supernatural. Hermione/Dean pairing. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I don't own original canon characters or events, just those that I create myself. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit posting this fanfic.
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"I'm hungry," Hermione complained as she sat in the passenger's seat beside Dean.
"We'll get you some food when we come to the nearest diner or gas station."
"You've been saying that for the last hour," she pouted, crossing her arms.
"And I meant it, there should be one or the other not far up ahead. We'll be at Bobby's in about an hour, anyway."
She fell silent, and he chuckled at her as they continued with their journey.
"There you go, a gas station," he pointed it out up ahead and she sat up straight, and before the car came to a complete stop, she was out the door and all but running to get herself some food.
Dean chuckled and shook his head at her, whilst he busied himself with refuelling, and once everything was paid for, they left and continued with their journey to Bobby's.
"When do you want to leave for England?" He asked her, before taking a bite of the sandwich she offered him, and let's be honest, it wasn't often she shared her food with someone so he took the chance while he could.
"As soon as possible, do Sam and Bobby know we're on our way and I'm safe?"
"No."
She sighed, before taking his phone from him and dialling Sam's number, which he picked up instantly.
"Fuck's sake, Dean, we've been trying to get a hold of you all night."
"It's Hermione, actually," she said.
"Hermione!" He yelled down the speaker and she winced.
"Ouch," she said.
"Sorry," he breathed out. "Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt? Where did he take you? Do you know why? What happened?"
She snorted at him. "Sam, calm down," she said slowly.
"Right, sorry, I'm calm," he said after taking a deep breath.
"Great, now I can understand you. I'm fine, thank you for asking. I wasn't hurt, just a bump on the head from where the arsehole knocked me out and a numb arse from the fact he tied me to the most uncomfortable chair he could've possibly found." He laughed and she heard Bobby in the back ground grumbling about 'priorities.' "I don't know where he took me; I just woke up in an abandoned warehouse. He took me because he's been having you watched and he wanted to know why I was travelling with you and why Dean was so protective of me. And other than the fact I gave him a verbal beating, insulted his looks, manners and intelligence, as well as threatening him, nothing really happened."
He laughed in disbelief down the speaker. "You have no fear; do you have any idea of who that was?"
"Well, not until after I woke up in the Impala and Dean told me I had sassed and threatened The King of Hell, but I wouldn't take it back. The arsehole had appalling manners. And if I had known who it was, I wouldn't have held back as much I did. I thought I was actually quite nice to him."
"Yeah, you're fine," he said amused.
"I used wandless and non-verbal magic against him when Dean turned up, and then I passed out and woke up in the Impala. We slept in the car, but we're on our way back now, we're about fifteen minutes out."
"And everything with you and Dean?" He asked, sounding hopeful.
She looked at Dean and he turned his head towards her and he smiled that smile, the one he reserved for her.
"Perfect," she answered honestly. "Absolutely perfect."
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"Ow!"
"Don't you ever worry us like that again," Bobby said gruffly, after smacking her upside the head.
She scowled at them. "It's not my fault I was kidnapped by The King of Hell," she grouched.
"Whatever," he grumbled, pulling her into a hug and she rolled her eyes.
"I'm sorry we can't stay long, but we've got to get going as soon as possible," she said after pulling back from him.
"Of course, there's some cases that need..."
"Actually, Bobby, we can't take them," Dean said, walking over to Hermione after collecting his things, and he put his arm around her shoulders and tucked her into his side.
"Why not?" He asked with a confused frown.
"I'm going to England with Hermione for the week. She has things she needs to do back at her office, which she never got the chance to finish. We don't want to risk falling under the symptoms again, and she's going to show me some of her world."
"Just you and Hermione?" Sam frowned.
"Why? Aren't you coming?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.
Dean snorted at the child-like glee that over took Sam's face, before he all but ran from the room to collect his things.
"Be careful," Bobby warned.
"Don't worry, demons can't track us in the Wizarding World, the magic of the trueborns is too powerful and it'll send the magic from hell haywire, and technological devices won't work either. And even if they do track us, they can't enter into the Wizarding World, which is why we don't have demons."
"Well, that's handy," he commented and she laughed at him.
"You should be worrying about the reaction my ex-boyfriend will have when he sees us together, because I can guarantee that with the bad luck I have, we'll run into him, or even better, all of them."
"I hope we do," Dean muttered darkly and she rolled her eyes, whilst Bobby looked both confused and amused.
"I suppose we'll see you when we next see you. We'll let you know when we return, and see if you have any cases for us," she said, stepping forward to hug him one last time. "Oh, and when Ricky makes a reappearance, send him home for me?"
"If he'll leave, I will," he shrugged.
"Don't feed him sugar and he will."
"Like I have a choice, the little demon stole my brownie out of my hand this morning."
Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose in annoyance and Dean chuckled at her.
"That bird is a bloody menace; he's going to be the death of me. That's if the sugar doesn't kill him first," she sighed. "I give in, if he wants to be fat until he can no longer fly, then so be it. I quit," she threw her hands up in the air and disappeared into the kitchen.
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After Hermione had a quick word with Bobby, she hugged him and headed to the Impala, slipping into the passenger's side beside Dean, just as Sam slipped into the back seat.
"I've been confined to the back, I see," he commented amused. Not that he was complaining; it was more spacious and comfortable in the back seat after Hermione had worked her magic all those weeks ago.
"She's prettier than you," Dean shrugged.
Hermione snorted at him as they pulled out of Bobby's and began the drive to her apartment in Cambridge, where they would floo to her London apartment.
Half way into their journey, Hermione had fallen asleep with her back propped up against the door and her feet resting in Dean's lap, not even caring that he was driving and he didn't complain either. In fact, he asked Sam to pass forward the pillow they had used the night before, and he pulled over, just so he could slip it beneath Hermione's back as she slept so it wouldn't hurt leaning against the door, before he continued with their drive.
"Have you sorted everything out between the two of you?" Sam asked, finally voicing the question he had been dying to ask since getting in the car.
"Yes, we have."
"And?"
"And we've sorted everything out."
Sam huffed. "I know you don't like to talk about your feelings, I just want to know if you're going to hurt her."
Dean turned to glare at him for even thinking he would hurt Hermione, but Sam didn't appear to be affected by it, in fact, he had a protective look in his eyes.
Dean sighed and turned his eyes back to the road. "I'm not going to hurt her, I'm not going to abandon her and I'm not going to allow anything to hurt her. She's my wife. I left because I needed some time to get my thoughts in order and I needed to process everything we'd learned. I lost track of time and before I could come back and talk to Hermione, a blonde chick set her sights on me and before I could get away, Hermione found me and Crowley kidnapped her. Once I'd gotten her back, and she didn't need my help, by the way, we got everything out in the open after she regained consciousness. I don't blame her for anything that happened; it's not her fault just as it's not mine. And even if I'd have had the choice, I've come to realise that I probably would've married her in the future anyway, but her magic has already took care of that for us. We're not married according to the law, but in the eyes of magic and Heaven we are and that's enough for us. We're both surprisingly content with the fact that we're married."
"Are you going to tell people you're married?" He asked curiously.
"That's up to Hermione, we're more than likely going to meet her family back in England, and if she tells them we're married, then she tells them, if not, then she doesn't. It's her choice."
"Is she taking our name?"
"We spoke of it, but she has the final decision. If she does, then she'll have a target on her back."
"She already does," Sam injected. "Not only from those in her world, but Crowley's got his eyes on her now, so it doesn't make much difference."
"I want her safe, but with the life we have, we both know it's not possible. I'm just thankful she has her magic and she can shoot as a back up."
"She's rather good at knife throwing, too, better than you even," Sam commented.
Dean's lip twitched and his head turned to look at her sleeping figure, seeing that she looked stress free and peaceful and he smiled at the sight.
"You love her, don't you?" Sam questioned.
"What?" Dean blinked in surprise at the question.
"You love her." This time it was a statement, not a question.
Dean sighed; his eyes now back on the road. "Yes, I do," he admitted and Sam smiled a small smile.
"Have you told her?"
"She knows, I haven't said the words, but she knows."
They fell silent for a short while, before Dean spoke again.
"I want you to promise me something."
"What?"
"If anything happens to me, I want you to take care of her."
Sam didn't bother correcting Dean; they both knew that no matter how good they were at hunting, death could come at any given moment.
"I promise I'll take care of her, you're not the only one that loves her; she's like a sister to me."
"She is your sister now," he corrected and Sam snorted.
"I'm going to have a permanent headache now that the two of you are effectively never leaving the other."
"Probably," Dean agreed.
"Pull over at the next gas station; I need to stock up on aspirin."
"No," Dean said and Sam scowled.
As they neared Hermione's apartment, Dean spoke up once more.
"We need to watch out for her."
"She can take care of herself."
"I know she can, but I don't want her getting injured."
"Why?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.
Dean's eyes fell to Hermione before turning back to the road once again.
"We're trying for a baby."
Sam chocked on a lung full of oxygen and Dean glared at him, as Hermione shifted in her sleep at the sound.
"A baby?" Sam gasped out, his face red and his eyes watering.
"Yes," Dean confirmed.
"Fucking hell, Dean, you've barely been together two months and married less than that, and now you want to have a kid. Are you feeling alright? What's gotten into you? The Dean I know never wanted kids."
"The Dean you knew has gone, she's changed my views of the world and I know I'm a better person for it. I never wanted kids or marriage, because I never thought I'd live long enough to have either and I never found anyone I wanted to have those things with, until I met Hermione. Cas came to us with a bit of news last night that shook Hermione up, but it was good news she wasn't expecting. We don't know how long a life we'll have together and Hermione wants nothing more than to have a family."
"Dean, you can't just have a kid because it's what Hermione wants, you have to think about it. You have to..."
"You don't understand, Sammy," Dean interrupted and he shook his head. "I'm not going to betray Hermione's privacy as the things she's told me were in confidence, but she's had a rough go of it over the last few years. She wants a baby and I can give it to her."
"That's a big responsibility, Dean, you can't just give it back when it's crying at every hour of the night or when it needs its diaper changing or it needs feeding."
"I'm not an idiot, Sammy." Dean glared at him through the rear view mirror. "I know it's a big responsibility. But let's face it, I'm not getting any younger and I want a family with Hermione. The life style we live is complicated and dangerous, but we can make it work. And once Hermione's pregnant, I know I'm going to be terrified, but I also know that I'll have Hermione and Bobby, and I'll have you to help me. I want to be the father ours never was and I want to look after my wife and kids. Sooner or later, I'm putting a baby in her, and I might not be ready for the responsibility, but I'll learn to be, because it's what she wants, and I want it, too, whether you approve or not."
Sam sighed. "Dean, you're my brother and I want you to be happy, and I know I've never seen you happier than when you're with Hermione. So, if you say you're trying for a kid, then when the time comes, I'll support you both."
"Thanks," Dean mumbled. "But we may have a bit of a wait before the first Winchester baby comes along," he said, and although Sam was curious, he knew when to hold his tongue.
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"Hey, Sweetheart, we're here," Dean said softly, rubbing Hermione's leg to wake her from her slumber.
Her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at him sleepily. "We're here?"
"Just pulled up," he smiled back and she sat up and stretched her arms above her head, before lifting her legs from Dean's lap and climbing out of the car, after retrieving her wand and beaded bag.
"What are we doing with Baby whilst we're gone?" Dean asked, following her and Sam into the building and to the lift.
"We'll leave her here; the house-elves will move her to the secure parking structure that's attached to the building, so she won't be out in the open. She'll be locked away and well taken care of until we return, so you don't have to worry about her being stolen or damaged," she said amused.
"Mistress is home," Mimsy appeared as they stepped out of the lift.
"Hello, Mimsy," Hermione greeted with a smile. "We're not staying long; we'll be going to England and staying in the London apartment for about a week, possibly longer."
"Yes, Mistress, I bes having Hopper prepare the rooms for guests."
"I can do it myself, Mimsy," Hermione reminded her.
"Nonsense," the tiny being huffed. "When Mistress bes home, she not do anything as Mimsy will do it."
Sam and Dean chuckled at Hermione as she sighed in defeat.
Mimsy turned her attention to Dean and her eyes began to water as she rocked on the balls of her feet.
"Err, Hermione, why's she looking at me like that?" Dean leaned over and whispered into her ear.
"Wait for it," Hermione said, and then Mimsy burst into tears before throwing herself at Dean, wrapping herself around his legs as she cried into him.
Dean looked horrified and she and Sam shared a laugh at his expense. Dean cleared his throat and awkwardly leaned down to pat Mimsy on the head in comfort, causing Hermione's laughter to double.
"Everything okay, Mimsy?" Dean asked, a worried tone to his voice. Mimsy sobbed harder. "What did I say?" He whispered angrily to the laughing pair.
Hermione just waved him off, too consumed by her laughter to be able to speak, and she now had tears rolling down her face.
"You bes Mimsy's Master," Mimsy said through her cries, as they slowly began to ebb. She pulled back from Dean and he sighed in relief when she appeared to have gained control of herself. "Mimsy can see the Master's and Mistress' bond. Mimsy know the Master take care of her Mistress, and he not hurt her. Mimsy know the Master bes a good man."
Dean blinked in surprise and Hermione smiled when her laughter had died down and Dean crouched down in front of Mimsy.
"Thank you, Mimsy, it must be true if I have your approval, since no one has taken better care of Hermione than you," he said softly, and Hermione felt tears prickle at her eyes at his words.
"It is true, Master, you a good man, and Mimsy happy her Mistress bes happy," with that, she popped out of the room, leaving the three humans alone.
Dean stood up and Hermione went over to him and wrapped herself around him in a hug. "Thank you," she whispered, and he placed a kiss to her head.
"Does someone want to explain why Dean is suddenly being called Master?" Sam asked.
Hermione shrugged. "We're married, everything that I own Dean now has access, too, that's my properties, assets and house-elves. He can call for one of them should he need to and they will do anything he wishes, just as they would for me."
"Wait a minute, properties? As in more than one?"
"Yes," Hermione answered.
"Just how many properties do you own?" Sam asked surprised.
She bit her lip in thought. "Seven," she answered, before walking out of the room and to her bedroom, leaving a surprised Dean and a spluttering Sam behind her.
