Sam had made his decision. Hermione was protected by Castiel so must be able to be trusted, he no longer doubted that. He was however still a little sceptical of the woman, but that was more due to the fact that she seemed to be so powerful and could probably overpower both him and Dean at once.

Dean was still leaning in the corner with his beer contemplating all that had happened that night. Hermione was a good witch, Cas was his guardian angel, and he had accidently shot at Hermione.

Dean had immediately liked Hermione when he first met her and he wasn't often wrong. He also would trust Cas in an instant so surely that meant that he could trust Hermione. After everything that had happened he knew that he had acted rashly and let his past prejudices take over. He really needed to do something to make her understand that it was a mistake and that he was sorry without having to say that he was wrong. As he thought about it he came to the realisation that maybe he would be able to spend more time with Hermione, and whatever he had or hadn't said the British thing just intensified how hot she was.

"Okay, so umm, what can we do about these evil wizards?" Three heads spun round to face Dean as he broke the silence that had filled the motel room. Hermione's face was unsure, she eyed him, stepping a little closer spinning her wand in her hand by her side.

"What, so now you're just okay with this whole freak show?" She asked her voice piercing, the whole thing was strange for her too, and she had never met an angel before like the boys had.

"Yeah, Cas has been through enough crap with us for me to trust him fully, and I think I can learn to get along with you Sabrina"

She laughed, "As in the teenage witch? Does that make you Hilda or Zelda?" She continued giggling, picturing them living together with Cas as Salem the cat. It would probably be quite nice living with the brothers; although she was powerful as a witch, without her wand she was very short and did not hold many skills in the art of self-defence. She was sure that the boys would protect her, which was strange considering the events of the evening.

"Umm, Zelda I think, that's the dude in the tights in that video game right?" He obviously had never played that game, Hermione was about to comment when Sam butted in.

"Nope. Zelda is the princess; the guy in tights is Link." He sniggered as Dean shifted his shoulders back, clearly not having any comeback.

Hermione wanted this over with. She had known all along that there was nothing that the brothers could do; this was wizards that they were talking about, not ghosts. Maybe Cas would back her up on this. "Well, sorry to break up this party but I have some crap to deal with. Feel free to stay here and I'll ward the place, don't expect me back for a little while, I have to meet my supervisor too." She headed towards the door waving her wand in fluid motions muttering the spells under her breath. Neither brother said anything, they just settled at the table picking at the food and beer that were set up. It was the angel in the corner that surprisingly kicked up a fuss.

"You will take the Winchesters with you. They will help; this is not something that you will do alone." Castiel walked over to the boys, "I will take Sam, you may apparate with Dean and we will meet you in the alley of the bar where you were earlier." With that he disappeared, taking Sam along for the ride. Dean looked around then thumped his fist on the table cursing to himself. Hermione simply finished the spells and picked up her bag ending up stood in front of Dean still holding her wand.

"You ready Princess," she said as sarcastically as she could manage, before placing her hand on his arm. She noticed once again how small her hands were in comparison with his biceps, but put that thought out of her head, it would not do well to be splinched.

"Whoa! Whoa, whoa. What are you gonna do with that thing?!" He pointed to her wand backing up almost tripping over the chair behind him.

She sighed not knowing how difficult it would be to get Dean to let her apparate with him. He still looked wary of her wand so she decided it was best if she explained to him what it was and how it worked. "This wand, made from vine wood with a dragon heartstring at its core, channels the magical power in my blood. Through it I can control the spells that I can cast, for example," She aimed her wand at the pillow on the bed, "Wingardium Leviosa." The pillow rose steadily and Dean watched on in amazement.

"And you did that without demon magic?"

"Of course," She snapped, it was getting old now, "How many times do I have to tell you, I was born with it."

"Okay, okay. So you can make things move, got any other tricks up your sleeve?" He seemed to be more intrigued than he was putting her on trial, but with a snap of her wrist the vase on the window sill smashed. Another swish; a picture frame, and another; a pillow, then a slow twist of her hand and all of the pieces flew back to their original places reforming a vase, a pillow, and a picture frame. Not letting Dean say anything she cut in.

"I can do wordless magic, and some wandless magic, though it is more difficult than performing normal spells as it requires more concentration. You ready to go?" She seemed to have stunned him into silence because he just nodded. "I am going to apparate us to the bar. Let me hold your arm." Slowly he moved his arm back into her reach. "Now don't fight it or god knows what might happen." She didn't give him time to respond she just turned on her heel pulling Dean with her into nothing. They reappeared within a second in the alley that she apparatus out of earlier. Sam and Cas were at the entrance waiting for them but Dean was in the floor beside her. At first she thought that he had been splinched so she started towards him, but then she heard the unmistakable sound of retching. She turned her nose up and walked away swiftly to stop herself from joining him. If there was one thing she hated it was the smell of sick, and flying, but mainly sick.

"Well there goes that crappy burger." He laughed dryly pulling himself up off the floor following the others. Hermione put her arm into her bag, up to the elbow, fishing around for something. She withdrew her hand, then passed Dean a handkerchief and a bottle of water. Dean and Sam had wide eyes as they watched on in amazement, Hermione's arm disappearing past the limits of the bag itself. She saw the look on Sam's face while Dean wiped his mouth and chugged half of the water Hermione had given him.

"Undetectable expansion charm" she stated ending the topic efficiently. "The death eaters are hiding out somewhere in the warehouse down the street. There are bound to be protective spells set up so I shall go in first to remove them. You three can follow. Any questions?" Sam, Dean and Cas all shook their heads so Hermione took this as a sign to go for it. Before they left she cast a spell on all three of her accomplices so that the Death Eaters would not notice them unless they knew they were there, it was not too different from the enchantments placed on 12 Grimmauld Place. Luckily the boys did not realise she was doing it, no prying questions to deal with.

Hermione waved her wand over herself, making sure the boys saw her transformation. Her brown hair straightened and whizzed up to the height of a bob, her features becoming more pointed, and her eyes swirling into a shining ocean blue. It was a guise she often wore when fighting an enemy that knew her original face, she was a famous war heroine after all.

"Wha- what was that?" Dean spluttered, watching Sam's mouth open and shut out of the corner of his eye.

"Oh, just in case anyone eyes me too closely they might recognise me." She pursed her now thin lips and walked out of the alley.