CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Summary: Nine years after the war, Hermione's the Head of the Auror Department that specialises in dealing with Magical Creatures and fugitive Death Eaters that are loose in the Muggle World. With the fugitive Death Eaters no longer hiding in Britain, she's tracking rogue Death Eaters in the United States, which leads her to The Winchester brothers. The Witch and The Hunters are a dynamic trio that no creature, being or beast wishes to mess with, Magical or Supernatural. Hermione/Dean pairing. Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I don't own original canon characters or events, just those that I create myself. Everything belongs to J.K Rowling and the creators of Supernatural. I am not making a profit posting this fanfic.
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There was no hesitation in either of them and Hermione's hand came up to tangle in his hair whilst his gripped at her waist and she gave a little sigh when he nibbled at her bottom lip and she opened for him, her tongue greeting his as they danced and twined.
Her insides felt as though someone had lit a small fire and it was suddenly given access to more oxygen, it burning bigger and wilder, consuming everything in sight. Everything about the man was bloody damn handsome; she didn't know how to deal with it. From his sinfully good looks, to his terrible charm and pick-up lines, to his confidence – even bordering on arrogance, to his protectiveness of his little brother. Even his smell was attractive to her, he smelled like gun powder, motor oil and soap; it was so different from the freshly cut grass and parchment smell she'd once loved.
She gave a quiet, little moan when his hand moved to her hip and trailed over her arse, giving it a cheeky squeeze before picking up her leg and hooking it over his hip, pulling their lower bodies closer together and in response, she gave a harsh tug on his hair and a groan left him. She released her grip on his hair and trailed her hand down to his t-shirt, gripping the fabric in her fist and tugging at it, rolling onto her back and pulling Dean with her until he was cradled in her thighs and her legs hooked over his, keeping him in place.
He pulled back from her, his breathing just as heavy as hers and he ducked his head, turning his attention to her neck, nibbling and sucking at her skin to the point of it driving her mad and he slipped his hands under her t-shirt, running his fingers back and forth against her sides. Her hand slipped under his t-shirt and she traced the hard muscles of his back and shoulders, his skin erupting with goosebumps and his muscles twitching under her soft exploration. She gripped at his shoulders and gasped when she felt the bulge that was beginning to make itself known in his jeans and pressed up against her clothing-clad centre.
His mouth returned to hers and his hands moved down to her jeans, where he unfastened the button and zipper and before he could do anything else, Hermione stopped him.
"No, we can't," she mumbled against his lips.
"Of course we can, we're both consenting adults," he muttered as he moved his mouth back to her neck.
"Nope, we can't," she said breathlessly and she pushed at his chest until he looked down at her.
"Why not?" He all but pouted.
"I'm not having sex with you whilst your brother is currently less than a foot from us," she said, looking at him pointedly when said brother gave a snore and shifted in his sleep. "Not only is it creepy and weird, I tend to have a few traits that come out during sex," she said, her face darkening with a blush.
"What do you mean?" He asked, both amused and intrigued by her reaction.
"When I was thirteen something happened to me and I still suffer with the side effects to this day and they tend to be more noticeable during sex."
"How so?"
"Not telling you, plus, I don't want Sam to hear us and wake up."
"Can't you just put one of those silence bubbles around him, like you do when he's reading?"
"No, he could still wake regardless."
"What about the Invisibility Spell you put on the car? You could put that on us."
"There's no such thing as an Invisibility Spell and I'm not casting a Notice-Me-Not Charm because your brother is rather perceptive around magic and can likely see through it."
"How about in the woods?" He suggested, half-joking, half-serious.
"There's not a chance in hell I'm having sex outside, in the freezing cold, in the dark and scary looking woods."
He gave a grumble and buried his head in her neck. "What am I supposed to do about this?" He purposely bucked against her and she gasped and gripped at his biceps, before scowling at him when he looked back at her smugly.
"Think of something disgusting," she offered.
A thoughtful look crossed his face before he groaned a few moments later. "It's not working," he muttered.
She rolled her eyes before turning her head towards Sam for a moment and biting at her lip, indecisive. Sighing, she turned back to Dean and before he could blink, she pulled his head down and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth and taking control of the kiss. While she did this, a hand slipped to his jeans and she quickly unbuttoned and unzipped them before pushing them down far enough that his erection sprung free.
She wrapped her hand around his considerable length and he groaned in surprise, bucking into her hand and pulling his mouth away from hers to look down at her.
"You said..."
"I said no sex, but I'm going to be thoughtful and give you a helping hand so we can both get the sleep we need. I'm not casting a Silencing Charm so you have to be quiet," she spoke quietly, her lips brushing his and his eyes closed and he gritted his teeth as she started to work her hand over him.
He buried his head in her neck as she started with a slow rhythm, twisting her wrist as she reached the head and squeezing, moving back down and repeating it over and over again, slowly increasing her speed and the pressure she used until Dean gripped the pillow her head rested on in tight fists and he muffled his groans into her neck and fallen curls.
She used her free hand to dig under her pillow and she pulled her wand, muttering a Lubrication Charm and Dean gave a muttered 'fuck' as he felt the cool liquid cover him and Hermione's hand glided smoothly over him. She squeezed and carefully dragged her nails over him and he inhaled deeply, muttering curses against her skin. She turned her head until her lips touched the shell of his ear and her free hand came up to his hair, tangling in it.
"You've got to be quieter than that," she whispered, "If not I'll stop." She sucked his earlobe into her mouth whilst tugging on his hair and twisting her wrist and squeezing his length.
He grunted into her neck. "Fuck! You're a demon," he mumbled against her skin, his hands gripping her pillow tightly and his hips moving in time with her hand.
"Nope, I'm a witch; remember that, I'm much more dangerous."
She nibbled at his ear lobe and then turned her mouth to his neck, sucking until she was sure she'd left a bruise. His breathing sped up further, she could feel his muscles tightening and his hips became more erratic in their movement; it was time to push him over the edge and she knew just how to do it.
"Just think, if I can work you up like this, imagine what I can do with my mouth. Did you know that I can tie a cherry stalk with my tongue?"
The visual was too much for him.
"Fucking hell! Shit!" He cursed and he grunted into her neck as he found his release and he spilled across her hand and jeans.
He stayed in place, getting his breathing under control and she found her wand and cast a Cleaning Charm on them both, before tucking him back into his boxers and jeans and refastening them, settling her hands against his waist.
"Oh My God," he mumbled.
He lifted himself onto his elbows and her hands slipped around to rest against his chest as he looked down at her, a mixture of lust, surprise and wonder crossing his face. He lowered his head and kissed her passionately, only pulling back when the need for oxygen was too great.
"Can you really do that with a cherry?"
"Yes, I really can," she confirmed. He groaned before lowering his mouth to hers but she stopped him by pressing a finger to his lips. "Ah ah ah," she scolded lightly. "I don't want to get you worked up again," she teased.
"You're right, it's my turn."
"Nope," she shook her head lightly.
"But..." he tried to argue but she interrupted.
"If you return the favour, it'll end in sex and I'm not having sex with Sam being less than a foot from me. But now, you owe me one," she gave him a smile that had his length twitching.
He sighed and shuffled off her, moving to lie on the seat behind her. They both shifted until they were comfortable and this time they fell asleep, both being completely aware and conscious that were wrapped around each other; Dean was on his back with one arm cushioning the back of his head and the other was wrapped around Hermione's waist, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her stomach beneath her t-shirt. Hermione lay with her head on his chest, an arm over his waist and a leg tucked in-between both of his, looking comfortable as she snuggled beneath the blanket.
He tilted his head and looked down at her as she slept and when he did so, he noticed she looked a lot younger than she usually did, though he guessed her nightmares hadn't yet started.
He pondered the talk he'd with her and he was surprised at the turn of events, something he most certainly had intended to happen. Fucking hell! If a handjob had him in that state, he wasn't sure how he'd cope with sex, but he could imagine it being fantastic and actually, he was glad she'd put her foot down and explicitly told him no. She was right; it was creepy to have sex with his brother currently sleeping in the passenger's seat of the car and knowing Sam as well as he did, his brother would likely wake during it. Though he was curious to discover what these side effects were that she suffered with and that came out during sex.
He couldn't wait to find out.
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Sam woke with a stiff neck and an ache in his entire body; he squinted his eyes as the morning sun broke through the windows and he yawned and sat up, noting that the dashboard read 09:13. He was surprised that he'd slept so long, hell, he was surprised that Dean had let him sleep so long without waking him to take the next driving shift. But that's when he realised the car wasn't moving, they were parked at the side of the road and the driver's seat was empty.
He turned in his seat to look behind him and he rolled his eyes when he saw both Dean and Hermione asleep on the back seat, Hermione using Dean as a pillow and Dean's arms wrapped around her tightly as they shared a blanket. Honestly, the sight was beginning to be a regular occurrence for him and he was no longer surprised by it, though he did still find it amusing.
It was obvious that Dean had gotten tired of driving during the night and rather than waking him, he'd just pulled over, but he was curious to know how and why Dean ended up in the back seat with Hermione in the first place.
Putting his thoughts aside, he realised he really needed to pee and so he left the car and went into the woods, and when he returned, he found his toothbrush and toothpaste and brushed his teeth, rinsing his mouth out with a bottle of water. He then climbed into the driver's seat, moved Dean's clothing and shoes out of the way and continued on their journey, taking the next driving shift whilst Dean and Hermione slept. He decided he would wait for them to wake before heading to a diner for breakfast but if they didn't wake in the next hour, he would wake them himself.
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Dean woke to a weight on his chest and wild curls tickling his chin and he opened his eyes to see Hermione asleep and she didn't appear to have moved at all during the night as she was in the same position as when she'd fallen asleep. Speaking of which, the memory of what had happened a few hours ago was fresh in his mind, and apparently it was in his jeans, too, as his morning erection strained against the denim fabric. It didn't help that he currently had the little witch draped over him, her smell of apples and caramel invading his nose and her leg being very close to his groin.
He removed an arm from around her and stretched whilst trying not to wake Hermione and he gave a groan of satisfaction when he felt his back click and he put his arm under his head, looking up at the roof of the car with his mouth quirking into a smile. He could get used to waking up like that.
"You're awake then."
He turned his head to see Sam driving as he looked over his shoulder at him and that's when he realised the car was moving and no longer parked.
"What time is it?" Dean asked, absentmindedly running his hand over Hermione's back under her t-shirt and she sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer to him, amusing him; she was like a kitten, seeking warmth and comfort.
"A little after ten, I've only been awake an hour myself."
"Breakfast?"
"Stopping at the next diner I see."
"That's my boy," Dean spoke and Sam snorted at him.
"So, how did you end up back there? And why do you currently have the beautiful but terrifying witch draped over?"
"It's a long story and you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"I would," Sam protested, but he knew when Dean didn't want to talk about something and now was one of those times. "Why are we stopping in Hulett?"
"So Hermione can speak to the mother of that wizard that died," he answered and Sam nodded, he didn't need any more information than that.
They fell silent and Dean was content to let Hermione continue sleeping whilst she used him as a pillow, though he had to hold in a groan and bite his lip when she moved in her sleep, pulling her leg out from both of his and hooking it over his hip instead, causing friction over his groin and just when he thought he was in control of himself, he was wrong.
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"Hey, Glinda, wake up," Dean muttered softly, gently rubbing his hand over her back and hoping to God that she wouldn't wake like she usually did and he'd have a wand in his face. He sighed in relief when her long lashes fluttered against her high cheekbones and her eyes slowly opened.
"Seriously, Patrick, you've got to come up with something better than that, at least mine was original," her voice was groggy from sleep and Sam snorted from the driver's seat whilst Dean rolled his eyes.
"I'll work on it," he promised. "Sammy's spotted a diner; we're pulling into the parking lot now, time for breakfast."
"Yay! I love breakfast," she said sleepily but she snuggled into him further, making no move to actually wake herself up. "I hope they have banoffee muffins, and proper bacon, none of this thin crispy stuff you Americans seem to be fond of, I mean proper bacon with the fat on. And please, God, let them make a good cup of tea!" She begged. Sam burst into laughter and Dean chuckled at her as they pulled into a parking space. "I suppose we better make ourselves presentable," she sighed.
She pushed herself up and retrieved her wand from under her pillow and with a few muttered words, she cast Cleaning and Refreshment Charms on herself, along with a charm to brush her teeth and comb her hair and she summoned cleaning clothing from her bedded bag and magicked them onto herself. They both stared in surprise.
"What?" She asked and they stared and shook their heads in reply, unable to answer her. "Right, Dean, your turn," she said as he sat up and turned on the seat to sit beside her. "A basic Cleaning Charm along with a charm to comb your hair and brush your teeth and I can summon clothes from your bag and magick them onto you, okay?" She asked for his permission, knowing he was still a little edgy when it came to magic.
He shrugged in response and she beamed at the way he didn't seem to be afraid of her magic, nor of her using it on him. In a matter of minutes she had finished both Dean and Sam and they were clean, dressed in fresh clothing and looking more presentable.
She slipped her black knee-length boots on, tucking her black skinny jeans in and smoothing out her lilac shirt before hiding her wand in the waistband of her jeans, grabbing her beaded bag and hopping out of the car, following Dean and Sam into the diner where they found a booth in the corner and they slid in.
She raised an eyebrow as Dean slid in next to her and put his arm around the back of her seat. He shrugged his shoulders in reply and Sam watched amused; something had definitely changed between the two of them whilst he'd been asleep and he was dying to know what it was.
"Good morning, welcome to Daisies' Diner, I'm Callie and I'll be your server this morning," the perky looking blonde spoke, dressed a yellow waitress' outfit with a white apron and white trainers. Hermione gripped her menu tightly when she saw from the corner of her eye, the blonde's green eyes trained specifically on Dean.
"I'll take a coffee with one sugar and a splash of milk, with some toast and a bowl of granola if you have it," Sam ordered politely and the waitress smiled at him and wrote it down on her notepad.
"Rabbit," both Hermione and Dean muttered and they looked at each other in surprise at the completely unrehearsed action.
"No, no, no, no," Sam mutter with a horrified expression. "Please don't do this to me," he begged. Dean and Hermione snorted in unison and shrugged their shoulders.
"And what can I get for you, handsome?" The blonde fluttered her eyes at him and Hermione's jaw clenched tightly, her teeth grinding as she glared at the menu in her hand.
Dean didn't take notice of the waitress but he did see the little show of jealously Hermione was diligently trying to hide, and he occupied himself by playing with one of her curls, not bothering to look at the waitress as he gave his answer; he didn't want to anger the beautiful witch next to him, both for his safety and the waitress'.
"I'll have a coffee with a third milk and one sugar, and I'll take some scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, sausages and fried tomatoes."
"Sure thing, cutie," she flashed him a smile. Hermione's nose flared and the waitress turned around and made to leave, completely forgetting to take her order.
"Excuse me, Miss?" Sam called.
"Yes?" She questioned, turning back to face them.
"You forgot someone," he gestured to Hermione.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't see you there."
"Sure you didn't," Hermione muttered darkly. Only Dean was able to hear her and he chuckled, dropping her curl and picking up another to pay attention to.
"Callie, was it?" Hermione said and the waitress nodded in response. "Right, Callie, I hope you can write fast. I would like a cup of tea, made with a third milk and the tea bag left in the water for two minutes, make sure the water is put in first and not the milk, that's considered taboo back in England," Hermione instructed and Sam snorted at her. "I would like some toast, buttered lightly with bacon, but the bacon should not be crispy and it should have a lot of fat on. I would also like some grated cheese and tomatoes, along with a plate of pancakes with strawberries and chocolate sauce."
The waitress stared at her with wide eyes, not being sure if Hermione was serious about the amount of food she wanted.
"Oh, and do you happen to have banoffee muffins?"
The waitress shook her head and Hermione turned to Dean, a truly sad and disappointed look crossing her face and he chuckled at her.
"Don't worry, we'll find a gas station that sells banoffee muffins and buy you as many as you can carry," he said.
She beamed at his response and turned back to the waitress who was still staring at her, unblinking. "Oh, before I forget, can I also have a glass of orange juice and a container of fresh fruit to go?"
The waitress nodded dumbly before turning and leaving, glancing back over her shoulder at their table before rushing off when she saw the narrowed gaze on Hermione's face when she stole a glance at Dean.
"Hungry?" Sam teased.
"Peckish," she shrugged her shoulders and they both laughed at her.
They chatted about mundane things until their food arrived; Sam's came first being the easiest to prepare, along with Dean's coffee, Hermione's tea and her pancakes.
Dean reached out to steal a pancake from her plate but his hand was slapped away and he found himself on the end of a deathly and terrifying glare and a fork pointed threateningly in his face.
"Touch my food, I dare you," she spoke, a dark and dangerous tone to her voice.
Dean stared at her slightly amused, slightly shocked and a smidge bit fearful.
Sam started laughing, choking on his coffee in the process and they both turned their attention to him.
"I'm so glad you decided to come with us," he said through a mixture of coughs and laughter.