As soon as Lucius disappeared Hermione was still. Her right arm was drenched in blood, as was most of her body and the floor around her. Dean rushed to check her pulse, luckily it was still there, faint, but there. He took off his shirt and wrapped it tight around the wound trying to stop the flow of blood, it was all over his hands but he just carried on. After everything that he and Sam had lost he could not lose this little fireball, she had been amazing when she was fighting with the blonde haired guy that was for certain. He finished wrapping her up and could see Sam walking around the place picking up a few bits of old looking paper and shoving them into a bag, maybe there was something important in them that Hermione could find later.
"Maybe we should get out of here, someone could have heard something" Sam suggested after putting everything useful into his bag.
"What about this dude" Dean replied hitching his thumb in the direction of the boy sat in a demon trap.
"Umm, take him with us? He might be able to tell us something." Dean nodded, so Sam lifted the skinny teen over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and walked over to the door. He opened the door and headed out into the street, then he stopped, the impala was miles away at the motel where Dean had left it. Back inside the warehouse Dean scooped Hermione up into his arms her head nestling in the crook if his neck. There was a grumbling from the corner and he noticed the three guys lying in a heap, the one he had hit over the head was coming to and moving his limbs around, grasping his head in his hands.
"Shit" Dean mumbled under his breath, he was about to put Hermione down and deal with the guy when Sam strode back in, dumping the boy on the ground and breaking the three windows with angel sigils on them. Immediately Cas appeared in the centre of the room.
"He escaped." He stated looking around. He saw Dean cradling Hermione to his chest, when he was in front of her he could see the damage that was done; she had probably just knocked herself out. However, Dean was expecting Cas to heal Hermione so was left speechless when he walked off towards the three Death Eaters on the floor. Cas held the arms of two of them and disappeared, he was probably taking them back to the motel, then he appeared again taking the other Death Eater and the boy that Sam was carrying. Sam, Dean and Hermione were the only ones left and when Cas returned the brothers were talking in hushed tones while Dean held Hermione close.
"So demons," Sam began slowly.
"That must be why Cas wanted us to come along" Dean continued, "I wonder why they are working with these Death guys Hermione was talking about."
"Death Eaters" Sam corrected, "and it must be something big because Crowley was involved."
Castiel decided to make himself known at that time, "Yes Sam, it is big. They are trying to bring something back that should not be bought back. Unfortunately I cannot tell you any more, the rest you will have to figure out alone." He grasped both of the boys, then all of a sudden they were in their motel room and Cas was gone.
"Damn it" Dean cursed as he looked around wildly for Cas, but he was definitely gone, and he had left a little pile of people in the corner. Gently, he laid Hermione on his bed, lying her head down as carefully as possible and pushing a few stray strands of hair out of her face. The bleeding had finally stopped, but she had a nasty bruise on her left temple that was likely to pack a punch when she woke up. Sam on the other hand had started organising the bundles that were finally starting to mumble. He put each of them on a chair and had started tying them up when Dean remembered what Hermione had said about their wands and how they needed them for most magic.
"Sammy look for a stick, a wand like Hermione had, don't want them breaking out." They both searched the first two males and found wands. Dean decided that the best way to stop them from using the wands was to snap them, so he did. A sickening crunch and it was done. The two pieces of wood were thrown on the floor next to the door, soon joined by another two when Sam followed suit. Sam went to search the third Death Eater, but something was different, under the third robe was a woman. He couldn't find the wand just groping around in her dress so he tried to pull out his hand, which resulted in his watch getting stuck in some beading and a loud ripping sound as Sam fell to the ground. Dean tried not to laugh while he watched his brother get up and rum his bum, but failed, miserably. He always found it funny when people fell over, and there was nothing better than watching hilarious videos on the internet when Sam had gone to the library or research had got too much for him. If it happened right in front of him, well who knows how long that would entertain him.
"Go ahead and laugh. Jerk" Sam muttered under his breath. "Why don't you go search the chick" he said louder.
"That's a woman? I thought that they were all men. Huh, sure I'll have a look." Dean walked over to the third chair, and sure enough it was a woman. She was extremely slender, as he pulled off the cloak and mask, a waterfall of greying blonde hair cascaded out flowing past her shoulders straight down to her waist. It was very similar to the way Hermione had altered hers earlier; oddly enough her eyes fluttered open, revealing a blue that Hermione had also copied earlier. They were alike, but not the same. The eyes in front of him were aged and weary, surrounded by line upon line of worry and fear.
"If you are looking for a wand, I don't have one" It was so quiet Dean probably wouldn't have heard it if he wasn't right in front of her, but he did. She was British like Hermione, but there was an edge of aristocracy in her voice, as if she was a Lady or a Count or something of the sort and was used to being addressed as such. In a way she was, but now she was just a Death Eater and there was no way that Dean would believe her as she was on the opposing side. Whether it was the right decision he backed off with his hands out in surrender. She moved her head elegantly around to see her two friends captive with their masks still on, though they too were moving their limbs, testing how they could move considering the ropes binding them. Her eyes lingered on one male longer than the other, there was a clear sign of dirty blonde hair edging out of the side of the mask he was wearing, triggering Dean to presume that they were related. He was right. "Would you mind removing that thing from my son's head? It is ghastly is it not? My husband insists so, but I see he is not here. Hmm. A good thing I think, he would most certainly not be pleased. Ha! As if anything could please the great Lucius Malfoy" She scoffed in a very inelegant way tossing her hair about her inkling her head expecting the mask to be removed immediately.
Sam followed her orders, whipping the mask from the younger Malfoy revealing his pointy face, pallid features and trademark Blonde hair. Unfortunately Hermione chose that moment to wake up, clutching her forehead in her hands, looked up into the eyes of her childhood nemesis tied to a chair in an unknown motel room and screamed. Loudly.