Sam threw the Impala into park when the reached the curb to the motel they knew Malfoy and Dolohov were supposed tobe holed up in. They opened the doors and jumped out, not bothering to close the doors not wanting the sound of them closing to alert the men to their presence. The entire drive they laid out their plan. They didn't want to risk not being on the same page and fucking up the capture of the men they had been chasing across the country. Hermione was the lead, since she had her wand, but Sam was going to stay close this time with his gun drawn. If either one looked like they were going to run, he was to fire at will.

Hermione was full of nervous excitement. This was the day she had been waiting for for a long, long time. It was time to apprehend these men, and finally be able to put the war behind her.

She took a deep breath as they moved toward the motel room. She had cast a charm to pinpoint for magical signatures in the motel as they approached, so they knew which room. They approached quietly. She could feel hope building up inside her. This could be it. This could be it. They could finally have caught them. They didn't seem to be moving. And they were the only two people in the room. This almost seemed too easy. She hesitated. What if they were walking into a trap?

They stopped at the door and she took a deep breath. Sam moved to press himself against the wall next to the door. Gun in hand, he signaled to Hermione to make her move. She took a deep breath and blasted the door open. She moved quickly into the room and didn't hesitate when she just saw the two men lounging on their beds watching the telly. She fired off one shot at Malfoy, and he went down. Immobilized. She turned her wand toward Dolohov, but the element of surprise was gone, and he had his wand drawn.

He fired off a curse, and she blocked it easily. She fired a curse, and he blocked. They parried back and forth for several minutes. Each blocking curses thrown by the other with ease. She was so distracted blocking curses thrown at her by Dolohov, she didn't notice his subtle wand movement toward Malfoy until it was too late. Just as Dolohov threw another curse at her, Malfoy emerged from his place on the floor, wand in hand.

"Crucio," Malfoy shouted out, his curse hitting true, Hermione falling to the ground with a scream as the curse hit her.

As she writhed on the ground, she vaguely noticed as Sam came into the room, and the sound of a gun going off. Twice. She relaxed against the ground as the curse released her, and closed her eyes as silence filled her ears. Her body felt like it was on fire, but she wasn't under the curse for long, so she would be fine in a few minutes.

"Hermione?" she heard Sam shout as he dropped next to her.

"Malfoy and Dolohov?" she asked.

"Well, apparently they didn't prepare themselves for Muggle weaponry. I was able to get some shots off and then I put those magical handcuffs on them. They're currently bleeding on the floor. Are you okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, sore. Super sore. But I'll survive. Just give me a minute. I need to send a Patronus to the aurors so they can come and get these guys."

"This seemed a bit too easy, don't you think?"

"I think they got confident. Let their guards down. Whoever has been passing on our movements to them must have dropped the ball. For the first time in months they weren't expecting us."

With an assist from Sam, Hermione sat up from the ground and cast a Patronus with their location and the information that they had apprehended Malfoy and Dolohov. She stood up and walked over to the two men on the ground. Malfoy was unconscious again, he must have hit his head on the table after he was shot, but Dolohov was conscious, gritting his teeth at the pain in his shoulder.

"You got lucky, lapochka. But don't think this is the end. We got out before, we'll get out again. Malfoy has deep pockets and friends in high places. When we get out, you better be impossible to find, because next time, I will kill you."

Hermione smirked. "We'll see. Things have changed, Dolohov. I think you'll find that Malfoy's influence has waned in the years you've spent on the run. You should get used to the idea of spending the rest of your life in a cell."

Hermione walked away, and out the door of the motel. She collapsed to the ground outside the door, her hands shaking. She could feel the aftereffects of the curse coursing through her body. Fuck, it never stopped being painful.

She felt Sam drop down beside her, and she took comfort as he wrapped her in his embrace. She could feel tears pricking her eyes as relief flooded her body.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sam's quiet voice asked from beside her.

She nodded her head.

"You're shaking, and you're crying. I don't know if I believe you. I know you're strong, you don't need to put on a front for me. I love you."

Hermione started crying harder. "Everything hurts," she said. "I will never get used to this feeling. But I'm fine really. I'm just so relieved. It's finally over."

Sam was quiet next to her. "Do you need to go back to London now that it's all over?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I never even thought about it, honestly." She paused, feeling a tightness in her chest. "Fuck. Now I'm getting sad. I don't want to leave. But my work…" she trailed off, taking a shaking breath.

"Hey, let's not think about it right now, okay? I mean, we knew this was supposed to be temporary, but I don't think either of us could predict that…"

"That we would end up falling in love in such a short amount of time," Hermione finished.

"Yeah, that."

"Well, like you said, there's no point in worrying about anything right now," Hermione said, taking one last shuddering breath. "We need to face the aurors, and they need to give me the potion to stop this damn shaking, and then…"

"And then we'll either have to say goodbye, or…"

"Go back to the motel and have hot celebratory sex," Hermione finished, with a cheeky grin.

"Fuck, I hope you get to stay," Sam said, his voice husky.

Hermione looked up at him with a cheeky grin, "Me too."

SUPERPOTTER

Sam slammed the door of the motel room behind him and grabbed the witch who entered the room before him, spinning her so that she was pinned against the door. She was staying. Indefinitely. Turns out she had a lot of time saved up, and when she talked to the person in charge in London (King Somebody?), he basically ordered her to take some time off. As much as she needed. And she didn't even hesitate before agreeing. They had given their statements to the wizard police, they got Hermione patched up, and sped all the way back to their hotel. He couldn't wait as they slammed their way into the motel room.

He captured her lips in a passionate kiss as Hermione began to work on the buttons of his shirt. He helped Hermione get it down his arms before he broke away from the kiss long enough to rip her shirt over her head. They laughed, and helped each other out of their jeans, taking their underwear down with them. He didn't waste any more time before recapturing her lips, bringing his hands under her ass and bringing her up to meet him. He groaned as her legs wrapped around his waist, bringing her moist heat against his cock. He brought a finger between them, feeling that she was indeed ready for him. And then he slid himself inside of her, both groaning in ecstasy as they joined.

They moved together, reveling in the feel of each other. Sam drove into Hermione like a man dying of thirst. For a split second he thought he was going to lose her in a blink of an eye. But he didn't. She stayed. Even though her case was done, she stayed. With him. The only other person in the world who would do that for him, give up their life to be with him, was Dean, and he was gone. Now he had this fucking amazing woman. And he couldn't be happier. He knew that between the two of them, they would be able to get rid of Lilith. He just knew it. And then? And then they could do whatever the fuck they wanted.

He lost himself to the feeling of what they were doing. Enjoying the feel of Hermione wrapped around him. Her wet heat surrounding him as he moved. The feel of her nails digging into his back. His body was coiled tightly, and he knew he was going to explode at any minute. He reached his hand between them, and ran his fingers over her button and that was all Hermione needed to fall apart around him. He moved his hand out and drove into her a few more times before he followed her over the edge.

As they came down from their high, he held her tightly against him, as they slid down to the floor, still leaning against the door. He rearranged them so that he was the one with his back to the door, and Hermione was gathered in his lap.

"Fuck," Hermione said, breathing out. "If this is what we do after capturing two wizards, I don't want to know what the sex is going to be like after we get rid of Lilith."

Sam laughed. "It'll be epic."

Hermione laughed along with him, and leaned her head against his chest, tucking it under his chin.

"I'm so glad you have so much vacation time that you're able to stay with me a while," Sam said after a few minutes.

"Honestly? I was going to stay whether I had vacation time or not."

"Really?" Sam was surprised. She loved her job.

"Yeah, I don't think I can leave you. And maybe I don't want to do this anymore. MLE. I've kinda fallen in love with this life. The traveling from place to place. Hunting things. Saving people. Maybe this is my calling."

"But then we would have to go back to questionable means of getting money. I'm a fugitive. Is this really the life you want?"

"I have a lot of money, Sam. A lot. Wizarding money converts really well into Muggle money. We would be fine for a while. And with the fugitive thing, there are spells to disguise your features, we can make new IDs. It'll all work out. You worry too much."

"I just want to make sure this is something you want. Long term. Because I wanted out of this life. I got out of this life. For years I lived a normal life. But now that I'm back in it? I think this is it. I don't think I'm going to get out of it. So I want you to be sure that this is something that you want."

"Well, I don't want you out there on your own. I want you to have back up. So, how about this. We'll make this a trial period. Now that my mission is out of the way, and we are officially going to be doing your thing for real, we'll give it until my leave is up, and then re-evaluate. Does that make you happy?"

"It does," Sam answered. "Because I know how much you love your job, and you have a life in England. I don't want you to give up everything for me."

"I'm not giving up everything for you. I'm making a change for me. But I understand your hesitation. And it's why I love you so much."

She tilted her head up and smiled at him. He glanced down at her and smiled. He bent down, placing a kiss on her lips. He pulled back and rested his cheek on the crown of her head, closing his eyes.

Their moment was interrupted by a pounding on the door. They pulled apart and looked at each other, confused. It was getting late, and there really shouldn't be anyone at the door. They stood up and Sam pulled on his jeans hastily, and tossed Hermione his button-up.

"Who is it?" Sam asked, as he reached down into his bag, pulling out his gun.

"Bobby," came the muffled answer through the door.

He glanced over at Hermione, and saw that she had finished buttoning the buttons. She nodded at him, and he moved to the door. He opened it and saw Bobby standing outside, and he wasn't alone. Beside him stood his brother who was supposed to be dead.

"Bobby, what the fuck?" Sam exclaimed, holding his gun up, pointing it at the impostor.

"Sam, put down the gun," Bobby said. "It's really him, I've done all the tests. It's really him."

Sam looked over Bobby's shoulder, directly at his brother. "Dean?" he asked, his voice cracking.

"Hey, Sammy," Dean said, his mouth tilting up into a half smile. "Nice beard."