For some reason Chapter 11 didn't have the last 1/4 of the chapter. it is fixed now, so I would go back and read it if you read it and it just cut off in the middle of the lemon. It's fixed now, and full of citrusy goodness. Now, on with the show!

CHAPTER 12

Sam opened the door to Bobby's house, and shut it with his foot. He had gone for a grocery run since they were running out of key food items. They had been at Bobby's for a couple weeks. Hermione was having a hard time brewing the potion they needed. She had gone to MACUSA for some ingredients and some help. They were not too happy that she was taking on a side project, but when she explained that it would help everyone, they reluctantly agreed. Now she was working on the third version of the potion. Bobby was making some phone calls to find them more demons to practice on.

While waiting for the potion that would make him stronger, he had been practicing exorcising demons that Bobby would round up and trap in his demon's trap. It was slow going at first, but eventually he made it. He exorcised his first demon, and then it just started getting better from there. It was getting easier with each subsequent exorcism it was getting quicker, and smoother. However, the headache wasn't getting any better. It was still super killer. He was hoping whatever potion Hermione was concocting would be the ticket to making it not only easier, but helping his head not feel like exploding every time he saved someone.

He scratched his beard and moved into the kitchen to put the groceries away. He smiled to himself as he thought about the beard. It had quickly moved from being his mourning beard to him keeping it because Hermione liked it. He smiled thinking of their time together this summer. Ever since the Impala, they were now sharing a bed nightly. Well, almost nightly. He was pretty sure she never came to bed the night before. And his lack of sleep was the evidence of it.

He finished putting the groceries away and moved to the stairs. Hermione had set up a lab in on of the spare bedrooms upstairs. He was trying to stay out of her way since he really had no idea what brewing a potion entailed. He didn't want to risk her getting hurt by distracting her. He was really starting to care for her a lot. Being with her has really eased the pain of losing Dean, and he was starting to live again. The nightmares were lessening with each passing day. Bobby had even said he was looking better when they got there.

He began walking up the stairs but didn't make it very far when someone ran into him running down them. He caught Hermione in his arms and righted her. She looked up at him, the largest smile on her face.

"I did it!" she said, without preamble.

"Y-you did it?!"

"I did it! The potion set the way the book says it's supposed to, and it's ready to be tested. When Bobby gets a demon, we'll try it out, and it should help with the headaches, and maybe if your head doesn't feel like splitting in two, the pro-" she cut off abruptly.

"Hermione?!" Sam exclaimed, just barely catching her as she collapsed in front of him. As she fell into his arms, she began convulsing.

"Bobby!" Sam screamed, trying to hold her still enough so that she didn't get hurt.

Bobby came running into the room. "Shit," he exclaimed when he saw Hermione in Sam's arms.

"Her bag," Sam shouted at Bobby. "We need her bag. She takes this anti-seizure medicine in it. She needs to take it every morning."

"On it," Bobby said, sprinting up the stairs toward the bedroom they were staying in.

Sam looked down at Hermione convulsing on the floor and felt a lump forming in his throat. He was trying to keep it together, but flashbacks to watching his brother get ripped apart kept finding themselves to the forefront of his mind. He shook it clear and focused down on Hermione.

"Come on, Hermione," he murmured, holding her head between his hands to try and stabilize it. "Stay with me."

Footsteps thundered down the stairs and Bobby was back thrusting Hermione's bag at him, he took it as Bobby knelt down, taking his place stabilizing her head. He knew she took a potion every morning, and it was in her bag. He opened it, and shoved his hand in. He breathed a sigh of relief as his hand closed around a vial. He pulled it out and immediately recognized it as the correct potion. He uncorked it, and poured it carefully down Hermione's throat. It was a tense few seconds before she stilled.

Bobby let go of her head, as Sam scooped her up into his arms, holding her close. He buried his nose in Hermione's hair, taking comfort in her scent and feeling the feeling of her even breathing against him. His eyes stung with unshed tears as he allowed himself to feel everything he was holding in as he watched his girlfriend writhe on the floor.

"She's going to be okay," Bobby said, still kneeling on the floor next to them. "She's tough."

"I know," Sam choked out. He cleared his throat. "I know. It's just seeing her like that? I'm the reason she forgot to take her potion this morning. She was working on that potion for me. And seeing her on the floor like that was scary. I can't lose her like that. Especially not now, so close to Dean."

"I get it, Sammy. I do. It was scary. I care for the girl, too, you know. But she'll be fine. Don't go blaming yourself for this. Girl is dedicated to her work. And she cares about you. From what I can piece together from what she's told me about her past, she would do anything for the people she cares about. Why don't you take her up to your room. You both could use a rest. I have a few more phone calls to make, but I think I have a lead on a demon we can use to practice that potion on."

SUPERPOTTER

Hermione stirred. It felt like her head was full of cotton. She tried to move, but she couldn't due to the arm that was wrapped around her torso. She moved enough to see Sam wrapped around her completely. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened and how she ended up in bed, and tensed. She had forgotten her potion this morning, and she had an episode. Her first in a long time. She rolled enough to look at Sam. She must have terrified him. She lifted her hand and ran it down his face.

He opened his eyes, giving her a sleepy smile. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

"Like my head is made of marshmallows."

Sam smiled. "I bet." He sobered. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" she asked, confused.

"You were working on a potion for me, to help me with my powers, and you forgot to take care of yourself. You could have died…"

"No," Hermione said. "I wouldn't have died. The seizure would have ended and I would have been exactly where I am now. The potion I take controls the symptoms of being held under the Cruciatus curse. It's been a long time since I've had an episode, or seizure, but I still get them occasionally, whether I take the potion or not. Being late with one potion wouldn't send me into an episode like that. It was probably building up for a while. It was probably triggered by all the extra stimuli of working on this potion for the last few weeks. So, please don't blame yourself."

Sam leaned forward, placing a kiss on her lips. "I'm glad you're okay. It was so scary."

"Sam Winchester, hunter of monsters and demons of all kinds was scared of a witch having a little seizure?" Hermione teased.

"Sam Winchester was scared watching the woman he loves writhe around on the floor and not knowing what to do," Sam replied quietly.

Hermione froze. "Love?"

"I know, I know it seems really early to use that word, but I can't deny what I feel. And I know from experience, in my line of work tomorrow is never promised, so you have to live for today. And I'm not of the mind to just deny my feelings or beat around the bush." He paused, taking a breath. "I was in love before, back when I was at Stanford. Her name was Jessica and I was pretty sure she and I were going to get married. The yellow-eyed demon killed her. It's what brought me back into the family business. Since then, I've been afraid to get close to anyone else. And my job didn't allow me to get close to anyone else. And then I met you. And you, you are everything I've been missing in my life. And at the same time, I'm terrified that something is going to happen to you."

"I love you, too," Hermione responded, with a smile. "I've felt this way for a while now. And I just didn't want to say anything because it felt ridiculously soon. I mean, the last person I was in love with I had known since I was eleven, and it happened gradually over such a long time. So, falling love over the course of months? That is so surprising to me. And I have my own fears about this, so you're not alone."

"I'm not going to cheat on you," Sam said, knowing exactly what she was referencing. "I am having a hard time wrapping my head around why your ex cheated on you. I don't see what he saw. These scars? I think they just make you more beautiful. They show how brave you are. How you can hold your own in a fight. How you won't let just anything get you down. And I think that's fucking sexy as hell."

Hermione closed the gap between them, capturing Sam's lips in a searing kiss. Sam returned it, just as feverishly. It didn't take long before they were removing clothes and Sam entered her. Their lovemaking was fast and passionate, all their newly revealed feelings coming through every stroke, kiss and moan. It didn't take long before they were following each other over the edge.

In the afterglow, Hermione laid across Sam's chest, tracing the outline of his anti-possession tattoo.

"Is there a tattoo parlor nearby?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, there's one not too far from here, why?"

"I think it's time I got one of these," she said, placing her hand across his tattoo. "I don't want to take any chances that I'll get separated from my charm and a demon will possess me. I don't want to run the risk of them using me against you in any way. Well, through possession at least."

"No, that's actually a really good idea. I probably should have pushed to get you tattooed earlier. It just wasn't something that I thought about. We were so busy trying to hone my powers and find the missing wizards that it just didn't cross my mind."

"Well, I didn't even think about it until recently when I've started seeing you without your shirt on on a regular basis," Hermione said with a smile.

"Yeah, I can see how that would bring it into the forefront of your mind."

Hermione sighed, laying her head on his chest. "Hey Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

SUPERPOTTER

Sam stood in front of the demon Bobby had strapped to a chair in his library. He lifted up the vial that Hermione had handed him just moments before. It was the potion that was supposed to make him stronger. To make the exorcism go smoother. He sniffed it and made a face. That smelled rank.

"Don't smell it," Hermione laughed from behind him. "And try not to taste it either. Just try and down it all in one gulp. It should start working within seconds. At least that's what the book said."

Sam nodded, tipping the vial into his mouth, grimacing at the acrid taste that it left as it made its way down his throat. He closed his eyes and waited. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to feel different, because he definitely didn't feel any different.

"Sam, give it a try," Hermione said.

"I don't feel anything," Sam said.

"Just try," she repeated.

Keeping his eyes closed, he raised his hand toward the demon, who was spewing all kinds of things about vengeance and Lilith, and blah blah blah. He wasn't really listening. He was focusing his energy into his hand. Visualizing the demon leaving the body. Quickly, he heard the sounds of the demon being pulled out of the possessed body, and then it was over. Just like that. He opened his eyes. The man who was being used as a vessel was slumped over in his chair, but he was breathing. He turned around and looked at Hermione and Bobby who were both staring at him in awe.

"Well, shit," Bobby said, the first to speak. "That went a hell of a lot faster than the last few."

"A lot faster," Hermione breathed. "How do you feel?"

"Fine," Sam said. "I feel fine. No headache, I'm not tired. I don't feel like I, uh, actually don't feel like I've done anything at all. That took literally no exertion from me."

"So, it worked?"

"Yeah, it worked."

Hermione jumped up and down, squealing. Bobby turned and scooped her up in a hug and spun her around, before she ran across the floor and leapt into his arms. He held her tightly against him. It worked. They didn't have to resort to ingesting demon blood. It worked.

"Fuck, I love magic," Sam said against her neck.

Hermione laughed, "It has its uses."

"Thank you so much," Sam said. "I think with this potion we can actually stand a chance against Lilith."

"I mean, we should probably practice a few more times, but yeah, we do. It will help a lot. With my wand and your whatever, we might be able to take her down, stop her from whatever her big plan is."

"Stop her, stop your wizards, and then what will we do?"

Hermione shrugged. "I'm sure we'll figure something out."

Sam smiled, "I like this."

"Me too."

The phone rang in the background, and they heard Bobby move to go answer it. Things were really starting to line up for the better. He was mastering his powers, he had a great girl. Maybe once they iced Lilith and arrested the rogue wizards they could come back here, but their lives in order and then…retire? Keep hunting? He really didn't know what they would do. Could they just walk away from the life?

His thoughts were interrupted as Bobby came running into the room.

"You two need to hop into the Impala right now and get to Ohio. There's shit going down. The demons are all gathering there, and rumor has it Lilith is in the area. Not only that, those wizards have been spotted along with her."

"Wait," Hermione said. "You're telling me that Lucius Malfoy and Antonin Dolohov have teamed up with Lilith?"

"Yep, Freckles, that is exactly what I'm saying," Bobby responded.

"Fuck!" Sam exclaimed running his hands through his hair. "This is not good."

"No, this is indeed the opposite of good," Bobby replied.

"So, what do we do? We're not ready to take on Lilith," Hermione said.

"No, but we can take down the wizards," Sam said. "If we hurry, we can get there, and take them out of the equation. Lilith having two powerful wizards at her disposal is not what we need right now."

"That's a good idea. But we need to hurry, before they catch word that we're onto them. I don't know how they're doing it, but they've been one step ahead of us all summer."

"Go upstairs and grab the bags, and I'll meet you at the Impala. I'll grab us some food so we don't have to stop too often."

Hermione nodded, she stopped and gave Bobby a hug before running off to gather their things.

"I'm going to need you to be careful, Sammy," Bobby said. "Don't be an idjit and go after Lilith. You two stick to your plan. Take those men out of the equation and then get the hell back here so we can regroup and figure out our next step. Don't put that girl in any unnecessary danger because you have a vendetta."

Sam nodded. "I won't. I understand the risks, and even though Hermione can hold her own, I know I'm not ready to confront Lilith. I need more practice. We'll grab the wizards for MACUSA and do whatever it is we need to do, and we'll be back here. Hopefully the bastards won't be tipped off. I'm tired of chasing them across the country."

Bobby chuckled, "I'll agree with you on that. You two just get back to me safely, you hear?"

Sam nodded. "You can count on it."