Hermione stood outside the hospital room door and listened morosely as the doctor told Bobby that he would never walk again. Her heart broke for the man who she had come to look at as almost a father figure. She had been back home for about a month, when Dean called her telling her Bobby had been possessed by a demon, and was in intensive care at the hospital. She didn't hesitate coming to his side.

Since she had been back in London, she had thrown herself into closing up her life there. It didn't take her very long to realize she was going to forgive Sam. Bobby had a point that being in the hunting life had certain hazards, and she couldn't hold Sam fully accountable for his actions while being on demon blood and under the influence of those fucking angels. Once she realized she was going to forgive him, she decided she needed to start preparing herself to live in the states permanently.

So she put her notice in to Kingsley, and then she started getting rid of stuff she didn't need and packing stuff she wanted to keep, and tying up any loose ends. She was just starting to think about calling Sam and talking to him when Dean's call came in.

She hadn't seen either of the Winchesters yet, but they were in the room with Bobby. She stood aside to make room for the doctor to leave. Guess it was now or never. She moved to walk into the room, but was stopped when she ran into a broad chest. She looked up to see Sam.

"Hermione?" he said, confused.

"Hi," she replied, giving him a small smile.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Dean called me," she said.

Sam turned to look at his brother who came out of the room behind him. Dean just shrugged. "She deserved to know."

"It's not safe," Sam said. "You shouldn't have come."

Hermione narrowed her eyes. "You don't want me here?"

"I didn't say that. I just said now is not a good time for you to come."

"What are you talking about? Bobby is hurt, I need to be here."

Sam sighed. "Why don't you go in and see Bobby, and then you can go home."

"I am home!" Hermione yelled, unable to control her temper anymore.

Both brothers looked at her. "What do you mean?"

Hermione sighed. "I quit my job and gave up my apartment. This is my home now. With you."

Sam stared at her, trying to process what she was telling him. "You chose me?"

Hermione nodded.

"You forgive me?"

Hermione nodded again.

Before she could react, Sam closed the distance between them, kissing her with everything he had. And Hermione returned it with just as much fervor. She felt Sam's hands running down her back, until they reached her ass, lifting her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Hey!" Dean said, causing the couple to look up at him. "Can we save the make up sex for not the hallway, and not in front of me? There's a supply closet three doors that way, it probably locks. Glinda, we'll have our happy reunion when you get back."

Before she could get a word in edgewise, she was being carried down the hall, and then they were in the closet, and the door was being closed and locked behind her.

"Fuck, I've missed you," Sam said as he trailed kisses down her neck.

"I've missed you, too," Hermione panted.

"I'm so sorry," he said.

"I know."

"I love you," he said.

"I know."

Sam put her feet back on the ground long enough to pull down her denims and underwear, before working his down enough to free himself. Then she was back up in his arms, pressed against the wall, and he was inside her, and she could just cry. It had been too long since they were together like this. As he moved inside of her it felt like coming home. This was the man she was going to be with forever. It didn't take long for her to fall over the edge, and Sam was following her shortly after. Sam leaned down pressing his forehead to hers as they caught their breath.

"Marry me," Sam whispered to her.

"What?" she asked, unsure she had heard him correctly.

"Marry me," he repeated. "I know you just had your divorce finalized, but we don't have to get married right away, but I know that I can't live without you. You're it for me."

"Yes," Hermione said, before she even realized she was answering.

"Yes?" Sam asked.

"Yes," Hermione repeated. "You're it for me, too."

Sam smiled, and pressed a kiss to her mouth, and squeezed her tight. And for the first time in months, Hermione felt a weight lift off her shoulders and she was truly happy.

SUPERPOTTER

After she cast a cleansing spell on them, Sam led Hermione back to Bobby's hospital room. Dean was standing outside the room talking to Castiel.

"Hey," Sam said, approaching them, Hermione right behind him. "Are you going to fix Bobby?"

Cas shook his head. "I can't. I've been demoted due to the fact that I went against the plan the angels have set forth. But I can do this."

Castiel held his hand out and a light shown, encompassing both he and Hermione.

"There," he said. "You're both now hidden from the angels."

"Tell them what you told me," Dean said.

"Lucifer is out. And he's going to be looking for his vessel. Which is you," Cas said, looking at Sam.

"What?" Sam asked, confused.

"You're Lucifer's vessel," Cas said.

"How do you know?"

"Same way he knows that I'm Michael's vessel. It has been foretold. It's the whole reason Cas brought me out of Hell. So I could be some meat suit for some apocalyptic bullshit," Dean said.

"Well, it's not going to happen," Sam said, definitively. "I'm not going to agree to let Lucifer come into my body. No way."

"I figured as much," Cas said. "That's why I burned those symbols into your ribs. This should keep you guys under the radar for a little bit while we figure out how to get Lucifer back into the cage."

"Do you think we would be able to do it?" Hermione asked.

"We have an angel connected to angel radio, two of the best hunters to have ever existed and a witch," Dean said. "Wait, we do have a witch right? You're sticking around for a bit?"

Hermione smiled. "I'm actually going to be sticking around permanently, if you'll have me. I gave up my flat while I was back home."

Dean let out a whoop of excitement and rushed over, picking her up and spinning her around. "Best news all day, Glinda. Hell, best news all week." He put her down and then turned toward Sam. "Don't fuck this up this time."

Sam laughed, raising his hands up in surrender. "I don't plan on it."

"Good, because I love Hermione, she's family, and plus we could use all the manpower we can get with Lucifer and Michael and the impending apocalypse."

"You mean a typical year for the two of you?" Hermione said with a smile.

"Hey," Dean said, turning to her. "I don't need any sass from you. I need ideas on where to start solving this problem."

"Don't look at me," she said. "Evil soul less wizard, I can help you. The literal devil? Not my expertise."

"Do you think you have anything that could help? In any of your texts?" Sam asked.

Hermione shrugged. "I honestly don't know. However, I do have my complete library in my back pack. When we get back to Bobby's, I'll unpack and we can add them to the multitudes of texts he has, and I'm sure we can find something of use."

SUPERPOTTER

"Motherfucker!"

Hermione looked up from where she was reading on a chair in Bobby's living room. After much discussion and debate, it was decided that Hermione would stay with Bobby and help him adjust to his new lifestyle in the wheelchair, since she had more patience, and Bobby tolerated her more, and the boys had left to follow a lead with Castiel. So far things had been quiet, but she could tell Bobby was unhappy. He was not adjusting well to being in a wheelchair. Not one bit. And he refused to take any help from her.

She set aside her book, and then walked into the kitchen to see Bobby on the ground, his wheelchair on its side, the wheel still spinning.

She walked over and knelt down next to him. "Are you all right?" she asked quietly.

Bobby had his eyes closed, and was laying flat on his back. She could tell that he was trying to reel in his emotions, to not show weakness in front of her.

"Bobby," she said, sitting on the floor next to him, placing her hand on his cheek. "Talk to me."

"They've taken everything from me," Bobby said in a whisper.

"Who?"

"Fucking demons. First they took my wife, and then they fucked with my boys, and now they've taken my legs. What do I have left?"

"Me," Hermione said. "You have me. And the boys."

Bobby opened his eyes and looked at her, unshed tears lining his eyes. "You all will be on the road most of the time, fighting off Lucifer and his minions. You can't be here to take care of me all the time. I'm alone and crippled and useless."

"The boys and I may be out on the road, but this is still our home. We will still come back here. I've told you you're like a father to me. I love you, Bobby. And you're absolutely not useless. We need you here researching and sending us on leads. And to be here to catch us when the shit eventually hits the fan."

"I can't even cook myself breakfast."

"I've offered to make some changes around here for you," Hermione answered. "You've refused me every time."

"I don't need you breaking your back to make changes to my house. I'll be fine."

Hermione sighed. "Witch, remember?" she pulled out her wand and lowered the counters about a foot. "Does that seem like I exerted myself too much?"

Bobby looked at the counters in awe. "No," he said, begrudgingly.

"Good, now will you please let me add a ramp to the stairs so you don't have to sleep on your lumpy couch?" Hermione asked.

"If you must," Bobby answered, struggling to maneuver himself into a seated position.

Hermione moved so that she could wrap her arms around Bobby's middle and lay her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I can't wave my wand and fix you."

Bobby sighed, and rested his cheek against her head. "Don't you be feeling sorry about that, Freckles. I know you have magic, but I don't expect you to work miracles." He moved his hand to run his fingers along the raised scar on her forearm. "If you could make miracles, I would suspect you wouldn't have this. I'm just glad that you stayed behind with me. I don't know what I would do if I were left here alone with all these feelings."

Hermione tightened her arms around him, giving him a squeeze. "After the war I saw the same look in many of my friends' eyes that I saw in yours. I knew I couldn't just leave you alone to your own devices. Besides, if we were all out on the road who would be doing the tedious research into Biblical lore?"

Bobby laughed. "Me."

Hermione laughed. "You're right. Well, at least now you have company doing it. What do you say? Done feeling sorry for yourself yet? Care to help me dredge through all of these books?"

Bobby sighed dramatically, "I guess, if I must."

Hermione stood from the floor, and helped Bobby back into his chair before leading the way into the living room so they could try and find a way to get Lucifer back into the cage without having to sacrifice either of her boys.