THE FAMILY BUSINESS: NINE
Summary: Hermione's peaceful, yet boring life is disrupted when notorious hunter, Dean Winchester, walks into her book shop. Dean's life is completely changed when he meets, Hermione Granger, Brightest Witch of her Age. But maybe that's just what they both needed. A series of one-shots based on their lives together. Mostly Dean's POV. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I do not own canon events and characters, they belong to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit from writing and posting this fanfic.
AN
Okay, John didn't make it into this chapter but I promise we'll definitely see him in the next one.
Page count: 12
Four days later...
Dean's grip on the steering wheel grew tighter the closer they got to his childhood home.
They'd stayed in London for two and half days and while it had been relaxing compared to their usual schedule of hunting, it'd also been busy. When they'd returned to the hotel after meeting Lily, Hermione had offered to watch the children for Harry and Ginny, seeing as Harry was going to stay with Ginny and the baby at the hospital overnight. While Arthur and Molly were more than happy to do so, he knew that they were both far too old to be watching two young, energetic children for so long, especially when Arthur was due at work only a few hours after and that would leave Molly on her own.
Dean hadn't minded and Sam hadn't taken much convincing either. So, Hermione had apparated him and Sam to the hotel first before returning to the hospital for the children, Albus being asleep on her hip and James half-asleep as he held her hand. Once she stepped into their hotel room with the kids, Hermione had transfigured the couch in their room into a bed before settling the children down, them both already being in their pyjamas. He made sure to watch the children whilst she ran one last errand for the night, teleporting over to her brother's house to pick up some clothes for the children for when they woke.
When she'd returned, they had both exhausted and they'd climbed into bed, neither of them bothering to the change out of their clothing. They were woken far too early for either of their likings but they'd both known to expect it, and after climbing out of bed, they'd both taken it in turns to have a quick shower whilst the other watched the children. After readying for the day and making sure the children were dressed and had brushed their teeth, they'd made the short distance to Sam's room, collected him and headed down to the hotel's restaurant to sit down for breakfast together.
Sam, being too excited at not only being in Britain but at being so close to witnessing the magic of Hermione's world for the first time, had done nothing but pout during breakfast when Hermione had told him they'd be spending the day in Muggle London. But once she'd promised they'd visit her magical world the following day when the children would be back with their parents, he'd soon perked up.
They'd spent that day with Hermione showing him, Sam and the children the tourist sights of London and playing in the park which appeased Sam. Before dinner rolled around they'd returned to the hotel and Hermione had taken the children back to their parents' house and once she returned, she'd taken him and Sam out for some traditional British food at a nearby pub where'd they'd had several drinks. The following day and just as promised, she took him and Sam to her magical shopping town and despite it being his second time seeing it all, it had still amazed him just as much as it had Sam.
Dean had wanted to stay a couple of days longer and it had been the plan, until he and Hermione were woken up early the next day by an insistent banging on their hotel room door. After getting up to answer it and glaring murderously at Sam, he'd finally broken down and come clean, telling him about his vision of Jess' death. Dean had been surprised at first but was glad that his brother finally trusted him enough to share this with him. And after his confession, that's when he made another one that had Hermione springing from the bed with her wand in her hand and kneeling down in front of Sam as she muttered beneath her breath and different coloured shimmers of light surrounded him.
And that was how he found himself driving towards the place he'd vowed never to return to. Dean had initially thought Hermione's worries over his brother had been out of paranoia but after Sam had revealed he'd had another vision of a woman in their old childhood home and a figure made of flames, looking like the exact same thing had killed Jess and their mother, his worry soon surfaced. Knowing what Hermione had explained to him about Sam and the existence of prophetic dreams, he'd reluctantly agreed to leave London and head back to the States to check it out.
Dean's eyes flicked over to Hermione when her hand reached up to cover one of his, before he grasped it tightly in his hand and brought them down from the steering wheel to rest in her lap as she shifted closer to him and rested her head against his shoulder. Dean didn't know how she knew of his inner torment, but she always knew how to make him feel better.
He felt Sadie lick at his cheek, rubbing her head against him and the purr that left her vibrated against his skin, him knowing that the little fur-ball had also picked up on his emotions and she was trying to comfort him, too.
It had only been a few days of having Sadie when one day she'd climbed up onto the back of his seat, her little body pressed against the back of his neck, her head resting against his shoulder and her fluffy tail wrapped around his neck as she slept. Since that day she'd taken to sleeping in that position whenever he was driving and nine times out of ten, that's where she was found. Dean thought it a little strange of the cat, but after seeing and understanding Crookshanks' behaviour and knowing his half magical status, he'd grown to get used to his own little fur-ball acting the same.
"I can do this with Sam if you want to stay out of it," Hermione said softly, not wanting to wake Sam as he'd dozed off in the back seat with Crookshanks curled up against him.
Dean took a deep breath and lessened his grip on the steeling wheel while his other hand gave hers a squeeze.
"I'll be fine," he muttered.
"You sure?"
"I have you, don't I?"
She gave him a soft smile and pressed a kiss to his cheek before resting her head against his shoulder once more. Much sooner than he have liked, he was pulling up at the side of the curb and parking not far from his old childhood home. He switched off the engine and turned his eyes out the window, looking over to the house, flashbacks of that fateful night when it was bursting with flames and his mother had been taken from him filling his mind. Seeming to know, Hermione's hand squeezed his a little tighter, pulling him back to reality and he shook his head trying to fight off the bad memories.
"Sammy, we're here?" Dean said, looking over his shoulder to his brother. "Sammy!" He called and he startled awake, jumping in his seat and banging his head off the window. Dean snorted at him and Hermione rolled her eyes. "We're here," he said.
Dean removed his hand from Hermione's and he reached up to unfold the little white fluff-ball from around his neck, bringing her in front of him and holding her up to his eye level. While Sadie had grown a little and put on some weight in the time he'd had her, he suspected she wouldn't grow much bigger but he didn't mind. He actually liked that she was small, especially compared to Crookshanks. And he wouldn't admit it, but he'd grown to be quite fond of his little protector and the way she liked to sleep curled around him when on long journey's.
"Thank you," he muttered softly, and Sadie meowed back in response before reaching out to butt her head against his nose and she licked at his face. Hermione smiled softly and pressed another kiss to his cheek before shifting over to the passenger's side door, getting ready to climb out.
"Have I missed something?" Sam asked with a confused frown, seeing Dean's tender interaction with his cat.
"No, nothing," Dean replied quickly, reaching over to set Sadie down on the back seat and seeming to know she was to stay in the car, she curled up next to Crookshanks and didn't move as they all climbed out of the Impala.
Before Dean even had chance to stop Sam, he'd already walked up to the door and knocked loudly. Dean took a deep breath before following after him with Hermione at his side and when the door was pulled open, it revealed a young blonde woman and they spied a little girl as she darted through the hall and into a room that Dean remembered had once been the living room.
Sam took the lead, explaining that they had once lived there as children and Dean was surprised when the woman had let them in, offering to give them a tour. But the moment Dean stepped into the house, the flashbacks started and he froze in his steps. His hands clenched into tight fists and his eyes slammed shut before he felt Hermione's hand clasp around one of his as she stepped up beside him.
"Breathe," she whispered softly, reaching up to speak into his ear. "Take a breath in through the nose, hold it for eight seconds and exhale slowly from the mouth. Single out one smell, one sound and a happy memory and focus on them. Count to five and when you're ready, open your eyes."
Dean, having nothing else to do and wanting to be free of the memories, did as Hermione instructed. He focused on her smell of apples surrounding him, he focused on the sound of her gentle, calming voice and he brought forward one of his happiest memories to date; the morning he woke up to Hermione making pancakes the day after they'd slept together for the first time. Allowing those things to take control of his mind, he counted to five and turned his head towards Hermione before slowly opening his eyes, getting caught in her soft, worried gaze.
"Thank you," he said. She smiled at him and gave his hand a squeeze. "How'd you know that would work?"
"Therapy," she responded and he raised an eyebrow. "PTSD," she said as a way of explanation and he nodded in understanding. "I'm a lot better than I was a few years ago but even now I can still have episodes if I'm triggered by something."
Dean turned his eyes away from her to see Sam watching him worriedly whilst the woman, Jenny, he thought, looked confused. Shaking his head, he put on his most charming smile and she seemed to relax, albeit unknowingly.
"You have children?" Hermione asked, having seen the little girl earlier and hearing her voice coming from the room to their right.
"Yes, Sari's my eldest and Ritchie's my youngest," the woman replied. "Do you?"
Hermione smiled and shook her head. "No, but I have several siblings and almost a dozen nieces and nephews, I'm quite happy being the fun Aunt that spoils them rotten," she said.
Jenny smiled at that before stepping into the living room to begin the tour. The little girl took an interest in them and whilst Jenny moved to show them the kitchen, Hermione stayed behind to keep the children distracted. During the tour, Dean was sure to keep Hermione's words in the back of his mind to keep him grounded whilst he noted the changes in the house to what he remembered twenty-two years ago. As they made their way down to the basement where Jenny explained she'd found an old trunk with belongings she felt they should have, he and Sam noticed the lights flickering. After casually pointing it out, that's when she explained about the strange things that had been happening in the house since she'd moved in.
Not long after that, they took their leave and with the trunk being carried between him and Sam, Hermione thanked the woman for her hospitality and said goodbye to the children, before they all headed for the Impala.
"So?" Hermione asked as they climbed into the car, her subtly shrinking down the trunk so it would easily fit into the back seat and Sadie soon jumped over the seat to climb onto Dean's lap, meowing in greeting. The way his little fluff-ball behaved you'd think he'd been gone weeks and not an hour, if he was even gone that long.
"Apparently strange things have been happening. Flickering lights, strange noises, temperature drops," Sam answered.
"That's interesting, Sari mentioned there was a monster in her wardrobe and she's seen it a few times, she said she feels like it's watching her sleep. And if I'm being honest, I didn't get a good feeling about the place."
Dean frowned and scratched Sadie behind the ears when she meowed to get his attention. "I guess we should approach this as if it were any other case and we need to do some digging on the history of the house. We've got dad's journal and I'm sure there's stuff in there about it."
"We can compare that to anything else we may find," Hermione suggested. "And when I say 'we' I mean Sam. Computers hate me."
"We know," both he and Sam responded and she scowled at them before reaching over to lift Sadie off Dean's lap so he could drive them to the motel they'd passed on the way to the house.
~000~000~000~
They'd been at the motel for no more than a couple of hours and much to Dean's dislike, Sam had to share a room with him and Hermione due to there being only one vacancy left. In that time, Hermione had gone for lunch whilst he went through his dad's journal, looking for extracts about the house and Sam did online research before they began comparing what they'd found.
"Dean?"
"What?" He muttered, feeling the beginnings of a headache forming after staring at the pages of the journal for so long.
Hermione was currently in the bathroom doing God knows what, Sam was sat at the table and he was laid on his bed with the journal open but covering his face. Crookshanks was laid beside him with his head resting on his thigh and Sadie was sprawled out on his chest, him absentmindedly running his hands through her soft fur and scratching behind her ears.
Sam seemed to hesitate before answering. "What do you remember about that night?"
Dean sighed; he'd been expecting that question for a long time now. "Not much," he answered, and it was true. He's only been four years old at the time and most of it had been blocked out a long time ago, but the things that he did remember were traumatising and they haunted him. "I remember... I was with mom, we were putting you to be and then Dad took me to my room. I remember the fire alarm waking me up and I left my room. Dad came out of your nursery and I could see the fire and smoke. He gave you to me and told me to run. I carried you out the house and I stood and watched the flames break the windows and then dad was running towards us. He picked me up and the last thing I remember is an explosion."
He felt the mattress shift beside him and didn't have to look to know it was Hermione. Silently she moved to lay beside him, her body pressing up against him and her head resting against his shoulder. He reached out, his hand moving to cover hers and he gripped it tightly.
"I didn't know you carried me out," Sam said quietly.
"It didn't matter," Dean replied. "But anyway, I've found a name, Missouri Mosely, she's mentioned in here more than once. Apparently she's a psychic."
"Please," Hermione scoffed from beside him and he lifted the journal off his face and looked to her amused. "Psychics are nothing but con artists."
"Don't you have them in you world?" He asked knowingly.
"Technically yes, we have Seers, but only a few of them are actually legitimate. The majority of them just spout nonsense and make up predictions and prophecies, claiming someone's going to die on a rainy day or someone will be gravely injured on the night of the full moon. I hate to point out but there are seven billion people in the world, of course those things are going to happen. Bunch of crack pots, the lot of them. I believe in prophetic Seers, those that have visions, but I take issue with those that claim to be something they're not, that claim they have knowledge and take advantage of desperate people in awful situations."
"I take it this means you're not coming with us to talk to her then."
"Absolutely not. I would rather wash my eyes out with bleach, stick knives in my ears and do a parachute jump out of a plane," he said, him and Sam sharing an amused look.
~000~000~000~
The last few hours for Dean had been as stressful as could possibly be. After visiting Missouri Mosely and admittedly she had freaked him out a little when she'd known who they were before they even had chance to introduce themselves or give her fake names, she'd also known about the deaths of Jess and their mother. That though he hadn't been impressed with given those deaths had been front page news and anyone could've seen it on TV or read about it in the newspaper.
Missouri had agreed to travel to the house with them, claiming that she could feel two presences, one of them being a poltergeist she was sure wasn't responsible for the deaths. After Jenny had explained the strange things that had occurred since their visit earlier that morning, Missouri had mentioned that she was able to help cleanse the house and get rid of the spirit which Jenny seemed happy to try.
They left the house to gather the things they needed before returning with the strange bags of ingredients and unfortunately, the poltergeist had fought back during their time trying to place them about the house. Thankfully Jenny and the children had been waiting outside but Dean had gotten a bit banged up and knew he would have bruises forming and once Hermione saw them, she was going to be furious.
Missouri assured them the house was finally safe and she took her leave, but wanting to be sure, Sam had convinced him to keep watch of the house for a little while longer. As the sky grew dark and night fell upon them, he and Sam sat in the Impala across the street keeping an eye on the house.
He'd already called Hermione to fill her in on their progress and she agreed that it was best to keep watch, explaining that it was extremely hard to get rid of poltergeists and that a few "bloody bags made by a fraud" wouldn't do "jack shit" to get rid of them. At the time she'd been on loud speaker and had received snorts from both him and Sam, but if there was someone who knew anything about poltergeists, it was Hermione. She'd offered to apparate over to them but he assured her that he and Sam could handle it and that she should get some sleep and he'd see her in the morning. He kind of wished she had been with them now.
Everything was quiet until Sam noticed a screaming Jenny from the upstairs window, just as he'd witnessed in his dream. Dean being completely freaked out that Sam had been right, it had taken him a few seconds to react and jump out of the Impala, following after Sam.
After breaking in through the front door they both raced upstairs, Sam telling him to get Jenny out whilst he got the children. He ran back to the door, helping the little girl out and the flashbacks hitting him once he saw her carrying her little brother the same way he'd done to Sam all those years ago. In his distraction he wasn't able to stop the door from slamming shut, preventing anyone from getting in or out. The noise jarred him back to reality and at seeing it closed, it filled him panic and dread, but he used that to his advantage. He busted down the door with a strong kick followed by ramming into it with his shoulder, almost tripping over when the door opened and fell to the ground. Dean entered the house, his gun drawn and he soon found Sam in the kitchen, pinned to the wall by an invisible force.
He made to rush over to him only a figure appeared, seeming to be made entirely out of flames and fire and he took his aim, ready to pull the trigger before something happened that he wasn't expecting. The flamed being, it transformed into the image of his mother.
"Mom," he whispered in disbelief.
He found himself freezing, unable to move, unable to hear what was being said as he briefly saw her lips move. He wasn't quite sure what happened but she turned away from him and to Sam before she burst into a ball of flames and disappeared from view, Sam being released by the invisible force and falling to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
The only thing that brought him back to reality was the smell of the smoke and the feeling of it getting harder to breathe. Shaking his head, he slipped his gun back into the waist band of his jeans, hauled Sam off the ground and dragged him out of the house as the flames grew wilder and devoured everything in sight.
By the time they stepped outside, Jenny stood watching her home go up in the flames, clinging to her children the way Dean remembered his father doing the same to him and Sam.
"You'll be safe now," Dean said, putting everything that had just happened to the back of his mind until he returned to his room and had time to properly process it all. "And I'm sorry to just leave like this, but we really have to go," he said, hearing the sirens of the approaching emergency services.
He didn't give her time to answer, he just dragged Sam over to the Impala before driving off as quickly as he could.
~000~000~000~
Dean had been silent during the short drive to the motel, not responding to Sam's questions or attempts at conversation and he soon gave up. Once they reached the motel room, Dean barely acknowledged his brother as he kicked off his shoes and socks, pulled off his leather jacket and removed his jeans before climbing into bed beside a sleeping Hermione, with both Sadie and Crookshanks being curled up beside her.
He ignored the feel of Sam's eyes on him and he let out a sigh before going into the bathroom, flicking on the light and closing the door behind him. The moment he was gone, he pulled Hermione over to him, wrapped her up in his arms and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent of apples.
"Everything alright?" She asked sleepily, her hands moving to cover his and twining their fingers together.
"Not really," he admitted.
"Wanna tell me about it?"
"Later," he muttered. "Right now I just need to process it."
"You know where I am," she responded, twisting her head to look over her shoulder and she pressed a kiss to his mouth before settling back down to sleep.
~000~000~000~
Dean was the first to wake of the three Hunters and for several minutes he done nothing but stare at Hermione's sleeping face as if she were a real life angel and he honestly didn't know how he'd be able to cope in his fucked up life if he didn't have her.
Sometime during the early hours of the morning he'd finally managed to drift off to sleep only his slumber hadn't lasted long with him soon being woken by memories of the night his mother died, it all being fresh in his mind not only due to the case, but to what he'd witnessed in regards to his mother.
He hadn't woken Sam as he could very easily sleep through an earthquake, but Hermione was a light sleeper and just as he often calmed her during her nightmares, she'd done the same for him and that night hadn't been the first time she'd done so. She'd laid with him in silence as he held her to him tightly and he soon broke down, telling her what had happened in her absence. She didn't interrupt and she didn't speak after either, but there was nothing she could've said to have made it better. All he needed was to hold her and soon they'd both drifted off to sleep.
Dean turned his eyes towards Sadie when she let out a meow before stretching out her body and he chuckled when she almost fell off the bed, her claws digging into the blanket to pull herself back up before she hit the ground. She licked her paw and cleaned behind her ear before walking over to him, using Hermione as a ladder as she climbed over her and surprisingly she didn't wake. Sadie licked his face in greeting, her tongue feeling like sand paper against his skin but he'd grown used to it by this point.
"Hungry?" He asked his pet and she meowed in response.
Carefully, as to not wake Hermione, he climbed out of bed and headed over to the table, picking up the opened box of cat biscuits that had been left out and he crossed over to the other side of the room where four bowls sat by the chest of drawers. Two were food bowls and one larger than the other and he filled them both up, Sadie immediately digging into her own as he picked up the other two bowls and refilled them with clean water.
After tending to the cats, he slipped into the bathroom and had a quick shower and when he stepped out, both Sam and Hermione were still asleep. Knowing it was his turn to pay for breakfast that day, he grabbed the keys to the Impala and headed out.
By the time he returned an hour later, both Hermione and Sam were awake. Hermione was dressed and had recently taken a shower as he could tell by her damp hair, and she sat on the bed flicking through the channels on the TV, and he heard the shower being shut off, alerting him to Sam being in there.
As he entered, she turned to him and gave him a smile. "Morning, how are feeling?" She asked softly.
"Better," he answered. "I got breakfast," he said, holding up the bags in his hand and the tray of hot beverages as proof, before placing them on the table.
She stood from the bed and crossed over to the table, accepting the tea he held out to her and he removed the two coffees before putting the empty tray in the bin. He removed the contents of one of the bags, laying it out on the table and Hermione automatically went for the one in the middle, knowing it was hers without having to actually open the packaging. He'd gotten her the closest thing he could get to an English breakfast and if he was being honest, he'd practically fallen in love with that dish when he'd been introduced to it in England.
For himself he'd gotten a breakfast burrito, two actually, and seeing as Sam was anti-grease, he'd made sure to get him something boring and fruity, if only to stop him from complaining. Sam exited the bathroom with damp hair and he stepped around the cats before taking a seat at the table.
"Sam, Sweetie, please let me give you a haircut," Hermione said, looking at him pleadingly.
"No, it looks fine," he said, catching his coffee when Dean slid it across the table.
"You look like a bloody mop," she replied and Dean let out a snort, not being bothered by Sam's glare.
"Seriously, Hermione, I don't need a haircut."
"Yes, you do," she disagreed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Fine, I don't want a haircut."
"But you look like a loo brush."
"I thought I looked like a mop," he replied.
"If a loo brush and a mop were to have children, I'm looking at their offspring right now," she responded and Dean felt an amused smirk pull at his mouth. "I promise, it'll only take five minutes."
"I'm not getting a haircut."
"Why not? Don't you trust me? I used to cut Harry and Ron's hair all the time."
"Don't care; you're not cutting my hair."
"We'll see," she said with pursed lips and Dean snorted at her, but decided to change the subject before someone got injured, probably Sam.
"I got you a present whilst I was out," he said.
Hermione turned to look at him, looking surprised. "You did? Why?"
"It's what boyfriends do, isn't it? Give their girlfriends presents?"
"I suppose so, but my ex-boyfriends only gave me something when they wanted something from me."
"I don't want anything from you," he frowned slightly, filing away that information for a later date.
"I know; you're not like them."
Shaking his head, he reached for the second bag he'd carried into the room and pulled it over to him. Whilst out getting breakfast, Dean had suddenly been filled with the urge to get Hermione something, something to say thank you for her support during the case and he knew the only reason he'd gotten through it was because of her. He wanted her to feel appreciated and as though she mattered, he wanted her to feel how she made him feel.
Reaching into the bag he pulled out a box of sugar coated and custard donuts, having bought them because he knew they were her favourites, and her face lit up at the sight of them. He reached into the bag once more before pulling out a small roll of bubble wrap and her smile widened.
"Merlin, thank you!" She said happily, taking it from him, unrolling it and she sat, her breakfast forgotten –which is something he never thought he'd see- as she popped the little air pockets one by one.
"I thought flowers and chocolates were a little cliché," he responded, and her reaction to the odd gifts just went to show how well he actually knew her. She wasn't overly found of flowers, as she'd told him before, and with the exception of chocolate cake, she didn't really eat much of it preferring savoury over sweet.
She laughed at him, giving him a beaming smile. "They're perfect."
"Good, I also have a large roll in the back seat of the car but I couldn't be bothered carrying it up. It'll keep you entertained for a good few hours."
She beamed at him once more and she stood from the table, rolled out the rest of the bubble wrap and placed it on the ground, before she started jumping on it, laughing at the sound of the air pockets popping.
"You are the strangest person I've ever met," Sam commented amused.
"You can't talk; you've got loo brush and mop babies for hair."
Dean snorted and took Hermione's now empty seat, watching as her cheeks began to flush a light pink due to the jumping she was doing.
"Well, that hurt my feelings," he responded.
"Good, and since you won't let me give you a haircut and I'm forced to be subjected to that mop of hair, you're not allowed to pop my bubble wrap."
"I don't want to," he said, crossing his arms over her chest.
"You're a liar, liar pants on fire," she sang. "I know you're jealous of my bubble wrap."
"I'm not, and if I wanted to I can just go out and buy some and you're not allowed to touch it."
"You can't," Dean said. "I got the last of it."
Hermione smiled smugly and Sam rolled his eyes before standing from the table and heading into the bathroom. Dean turned his eyes back to her, seeing that her breathing was turning into little pants as she still jumped over the laid out bubble wrap, trying to get every last air pocket.
"So, why did you really buy me these gifts?" She asked.
Dean's eyes darted to the closed bathroom door before moving back to her and he shrugged his shoulders.
"To say thank you. Without you I would've never been able to deal with this case the way I did. You're the reason I was even able to set foot in that hell hole."
She stopped in her jumping, her breathing being heavy and her face flushed and she walked over to him, stopping in front of him.
"Dean, you don't need to thank me. I only did want any girlfriend would do for their boyfriend. I can empathise, not on this particular scenario but on the feelings it causes and the scars that are left behind. I only used my own coping methods because I was sure they'd help you, too. You're my boyfriend and I lo..." Dean's eyes widened and his stomach dropped, but she hesitated. "Like taking care of you. Seeing you happy makes me happy. Seeing you hurting or struggling hurts me, too. I just want to make your life a little better and any way that I can do that I will."
He reached out, snagged her wrist and tugged her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into a hug.
"There are going to be times in our lives when we need support and I promise to be that for you, if and when you need it."
She pressed a kiss to his cheek before pulling back from him, her eyes falling to the bubble wrap on the ground and she frowned.
"Oh," she said, noticing that there were no more air pockets to be popped.
Dean chuckled at the saddened look on her face, before reaching out for the plastic fork, spearing some sausage and bacon onto it and holding it out in offering. Hermione opened her mouth and took the food from him before pulling the box of donuts over to her, a smile pulling at her.
She flipped the box open and when Sam exited the bathroom, smelling of deodorant and toothpaste, he reached out to take a donut from the box only to have his hand slapped away and finding himself on the end of a murderous glare. A glare so terrifying that Dean was sure it would have demons running back to hell.
"Do not touch my donuts. I will end you and use your head to clean the bathroom floor."
No matter how long it took them to find his father and no matter how many cases they worked until they did so, Dean knew his life would never be boring.