Not surprisingly no one made any sudden movements. Amycus however was acting in a very strange fashion, one second he was swaying backwards and forwards, and the next he was standing straight with his wand arm aimed perfectly. Hermione's face was a mask, her expression calm and her stare cold, but fire pooled deep beneath the surface of her eyes. He stilled for a moment, pointing his wand towards the ground, and spoke in a low, threatening voice.
"Wand on the floor Mudblood." Spittle flew from his mouth and landed in droplets all over the floor, then turning the sick coloured carpet a worse shade of vomit as it absorbed the spit. Grimly, Hermione slowly reached inside her jacket pocket and pulled out her wand. Amycus was gesturing with his wand again, pointing towards a space on the ground in front of his feet. Although Hermione knew that she could take him in a one-on-one duel, there were other people around and she was not a great fan of collateral damage. As the wand left her hand and rolled towards him he laughed violently, snapping his head back and forth as if he was trying to give himself whiplash, stomping his left foot repeatedly. With each stomp his foot got closer and closer to Hermione's wand, and with each stomp Hermione's eyes grew wider until finally he was just about to snap her wand and she exploded.
"No!" There was a terror in her voice that only a magical person would understand. Her scream bought Amycus out of his maniacal dance routine, his eyes running over her glaring nostrils, bulging eyes and hanging jaw. In that moment she was a threat, and even in his state Amycus knew that threats had to be neutralised.
With a swift stab and a harrowing shout of "crucio" a body lay crumpled on the floor, an arm still twitching. The body did not however, belong to Hermione; in fact it wasn't even female. Neither Sam nor Dean had moved, Narcissa was still tied to her chair but was staring sorrowfully at the black cloaked man on the floor at her feet. Draco Malfoy had just thrown himself into the line of fire for Hermione Granger. Shock still radiating from everyone in the room, Hermione took her chance and reached swiftly into her pocket. Her hand grasped around the cool handle of Dean's demon knife and threw it perfectly into Amycus' chest.
A strange orange and red glow emitted from his chest, flashing and crackling, a strangled choking noise escaping from his mouth as he fell backwards. His wand dropped from his hands, landing beside him on the carpet when he collapsed. Both if his hands moved towards the handle to try to pull it out, but it was too late, they fell limp just shy of the knife onto his chest. The black of his robe darkened from the blood that was seeping from his wound, and soon the carpet around him began to turn red as well.
A wave of activity action swept across the motel room. The cruciatus curse was lifted from Draco, who crawled back to his mother and collapsed at her feet. Hermione ran forward to her wand and sighed with relief after inspecting it and finding it to be in perfect working order, which she tested of course. Sam walked to Amycus' side and pulled out the demon knife, wiping it on his jeans, and then sheathing it between his belt and trousers. He nudged the body with his foot to check that he was defiantly dead, as he figured that a maniacal wizard was just as dangerous as a maniacal wizard possessed by a demon. Dean made little movement. He moved towards Hermione to start with but after she picked up her wand he backed up a bit, though he wouldn't admit it he was still a little wary of the whole magic thing. He instead settled with position in the middle of the room between Sam and Hermione, and the two Death Eaters.
Sam broke the silence in the small room, "he's dead. So is the demon that was inside him." He stood up from his position squatted next to the body. "My question is, how did you not know that he was bring possessed? You obviously spend enough time together." Sam posed his question to Narcissa who had sat Draco up on his original seat. The elder witch had a blank face, a mask she had perfected over the years, but Draco was quite clearly just exhausted with the whole situation.
"He was a dick in the first place. He was still a dick a couple of hours ago, though maybe he became a slightly different type of dick around the beginning of the month." Narcissa sighed; her son was obviously set on providing the hunters with information the only bright side was the immunity they wished to gain. Following his lead, with his calming hand on her arm she spoke up.
"I noticed a change about 3 weeks ago, it started with his advances towards me. Before he would have never tried anything because of Lucius, but every spare moment he would approach me. As much as I hated it I had to spend more time around Lucius to avoid it." She stopped, placing a pale hand on her sons and looking into his weary face. When she continued she was staring straight into Hermione's eyes, "if you spare me and my son, I will provide you with any information you require." She was pleading now, though still remaining elegant as ever, "plans, accomplices, Anything I can help you with. Please Miss Granger". Sam nodded, adequately sated with the information that he had been given regarding the possession and looked to Hermione to see her reaction.
For Hermione the information only posed further questions, meaning that she was going to have to involve her supervisor, which was the very last thing that she wanted to do at that particular moment in time. If she never saw him again then it would be too soon in her opinion. Before she could call him, she would have to move the Malfoys. If there was one thing that would make his visit worse it would be if they were around, so they would have to go.
"Are you serious about your suggestion Mrs Malfoy" Hermione studied her aristocratic face as she nodded slowly, now holding her sons hand tightly. "Alright, then I will have to move you to my room because I will get not a snippet of sense out of my supervisor if you are around." Narcissa nodded but Draco just shook his head, making a disgusted face.
"We will go to your room Hermione; I have waited long enough to feel safe. I have no trouble waiting a little longer." Narcissa pulled Draco to stand upright, "come along Draco."
"Please tell me that your supervisor is not who I think it is" he spoke as they passed by, but however much Hermione wanted to she couldn't. "Weasley?" Solemnly Hermione nodded, agreeing to Draco's assumption. They had not exactly left each other the last time they met under the best of terms, and the tension between them had been one of the many reasons that she was enjoying a little time alone working around America. She couldn't imagine the headache of having Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley in one small room, let alone accompanied by two known hunters and herself. Shuddering at the thought she delved into her bag for her mobile phone to call him, bracing herself for the conversation.
"No, I want to see that pra-" Draco began as his mother led him towards the door, stumbling as she hit him upside the head before he finished his rude comment. Hermione chuckled slightly but pointed her wand at the Malfoys' hands and magically bound them in handcuffs, "just a precaution" she added, though she didn't need to as the Malfoys accepted without any fuss. She then turned to Sam, holding out a key in front of her for her room. "As long as you only have good intentions for entering you will have no problem finding the door" she stated as she passed him the tag for it, purposefully ignoring Dean's muffled "how'd you ever expect to get laid"' from the corner.
Then they were gone, and Hermione was left with just Dean, a dead body and a highlighted phone number in her mobile – not knowing which was worst.