Wherever I May Roam
Summary: Dean reflects on his meeting of Hermione Granger while driving to a hunt.
Notes: This just popped in my head while listening to music...mainly Metallica. You know this song totally fits Dean Winchester! LOL I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for checking it out!
Inspiration: Metallica 'Wherever I May Roam'
Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no monies from this.
As the Impala sped down the road, Dean couldn't help but wonder if he would see Hermione at this next hunt. He never knew when she would show up. It seemed that her Ministry was only interested in particular cases. At least she wouldn't hinder them when she showed up.
He smirked a bit when he remembered his and Sam's first time meeting the bushy haired witch. Witch! Who'd have thought they would befriend a witch! An honest-to-God witch! Damn but life could really get weird for them. He had chuckled at that. What the hell was normal anyway? Whatever it was, was overrated.
They had been on, what should have been, a garden variety salt and burn…it had been…for the most part, until she had just showed up next to him. She had showed up while he had been trying to distract the ghost while Sam did the salting and burning. She had just appeared next to him. If he hadn't been busy trying to dodge shit being thrown at him and not being grabbed by the ghostly bitch, he would not have had the time to see her in action before turning a weapon on her.
As it were, she had helped to distract the ghost while helping to protect him at the same time. He could admit, now, that he had been a bit distracted himself by her. She was short, only to about to his shoulders, with bushy brown hair (that seemed to have a life of its own), big beautiful brown eyes, petite but with a strength he usually only saw in seasoned hunters. She was a sight to behold, especially when she smirked at him and warned him to duck. Cheeky witch.
When the job was done, he barely had time to ask her name before she disappeared on him.
Hermione, she had said. What a beautiful name for such a spitfire.
She was young, probably Sam's age, but world weary. One soldier always spotted another, especially when they had been to true battle. He didn't know then just how on point his reading of her was at that time though. It took her popping up at various other hunts in the past two years for him to get any kind of info on her.
When Sam had done an internet search they hadn't found much. She was on record at a school in Britain until she was 11 then she just disappeared. She had no ID on record of any sort nor did she own any land, bank accounts, credit cards…nothing. It was quite perplexing. Dean and Sam had used each time she showed up to ask her questions. Sometimes she would stay long enough to have an actual conversation with but, most times, they only had time to ask a question or two before she would "pop" away.
Dean couldn't help but smile when she had initially told him and Sam that she was a witch. Apparently she was well prepared for their reactions. She had, so he later learned, put a magical shield up before she had answered. A good thing too, considering their reputations, of shoot first and ask questions later, had preceded them. She knew who they were but had told them that until they were cleared she couldn't speak much of "her world".
Well, fortunately, by the third run-in they had been "cleared" to be told so she was able to answer questions they had. However, she had said she would only answer when she could. Her time seemed to be a precious commodity so she generally allowed them one to two questions per "visit".
One of the best and saddest conversations they had had been when she told them about the war she had been in. Of course, witches couldn't do anything on a simple scale no matter which "world" they were from. But he understood, by the time she was done, why he hadn't reacted badly the first time she had appeared at their hunt. He recognized a kindred spirit without knowing it. It also helped that she hadn't had the air of evil about her. She had the energy of a warrior, a soldier that would have your back.
Crossing into another state, Dean remembered the first time he had kissed Hermione. They had run into her off and on for the past year. This particular hunt, they were dealing with a group of teenagers that had come across an artifact that would allow them each a wish…a wish that came at the price of their lives or someone else's if they were quick enough to murder someone in their stead. It had been so not fun dodging the hellions to learn who had the damn thing. He and Hermione had come across one of them just as they had made their wish and had had to duck behind some boxes in the warehouse to avoid being spotted.
While they would have loved to wring the scrawny kid's neck for being so stupid, they couldn't risk him calling for backup to sacrifice one of them. So they had hidden away behind the boxes waiting for the little shit to leave. After the wisher had left, they had stayed still for a bit to make sure they wouldn't be caught, since they heard others just outside the door. While waiting in the small space Hermione had twisted around to try to get comfortable and had, literally, landed in his lap.
Being so close and having traded barbs, as well as flirtatious banter during their interactions the last year, Dean had taken advantage of the situation. He had slid a hand through her riotous curls and had pulled her to him. When their lips met, it had been mind boggling. Then she responded and his entire world exploded! He couldn't remember ever having had such a reaction to a woman, not even Lisa. When they parted for air, both looked at the other with total amazement. Unfortunately, nothing else was allowed to happen.
However, after that, when Hermione would pop in to help on a hunt the banter had definitely turned more sexual in undertones. It drove him crazy but he loved it. Over the next six months the sexual tension between them amped up to an almost painful level. Dean hadn't been with anyone since he kissed Hermione. He couldn't explain it, nobody caught his interest. It was fascinating and frustrating all at once. He had never been so intrigued by a woman but, then again, Hermione wasn't just any woman was she?
She was beautiful, caring, patient, sexy as hell, strong, magical (literally and metaphorically), confident and a good person. She was what every man looked for in a partner. Add to all that that she could hold her own in his "world" and Dean decided that it was no wonder he was so captivated by her.
Maybe, one of these meetings, she would allow him to get to know her body in an intimate way. He could only hope.