CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
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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Noises of surprise filled the room.
"No, I'm a witch, a Muggleborn witch."
"You are," he nodded. "But you are also part Angel. And this brings to light some concerns I had about you."
"What do you mean?" She asked quietly.
"You have had far too many near death experiences for a human. You have died four times, and although you are a powerful witch, your magic isn't able to pull you back from death, it's impossible as you well know. The Angel within you kept you alive, long enough to bring you back before you crossed over. You should have died when Dean shot you, but you didn't because you were kept alive long enough for me to heal you. You should have died after the battle a few weeks ago, but the Angel within you held on long enough for me to heal you. All the torture and dark magic you've been exposed to over the years should have killed you, but it didn't. You should have lost your sanity during the time of you capture in the war, like the medics said, yet you didn't because the Angel within you protected you against it. You are not a normal witch. The Angel within you makes you stronger. It makes you close to indestructible and it prolongs your life."
"My life is already prolonged due to my magic," she whispered.
"That is true, but your life will be prolonged further due to your part Angel. You can easily surpass every other witch and wizard in age."
"What does this mean for me? What will happen?"
"You will continue to live your life as you are. Your Angel side will guide you and protect you the best it can. As I said, you will live longer, you are stronger and wiser, and as we've just discovered, you understand Enochian, due to your Angel. You do not have any of the capabilities I do, but you have your magic."
"Were you assigned to be my Guardian Angel?"
"Yes, my father told me millennia ago that there would be a child born and I was to watch over and protect them. I knew nothing of you, only your name, and I waited until the day you were born. I watched over you and when you learned of your magical abilities, I showed myself to you, as it was the time to do so since you needed me. I knew nothing of your parentage, I believed your parents to be humans, too."
"Who else knows about this?"
"Just two others, my father as he knew this would happen since I was assigned to you long before you were due to be born, and another in my brethren that I trust beyond anyone else. After searching through the archives, I discovered that a similar situation happened centuries ago, and she was the Guardian Angel to a human child who was also half Angel. You are what is known as a Nephilim. Nephilims are incredibly rare and they are born to one human parent and one Angel parent that is in their human vessel. Nephilims are not allowed to exist due to the power they possess and they are said to be stronger than Angels themselves. My father was forced to step in and destroy Nephilims to prevent them from destroying all worlds."
She had a fearful look on her face.
"You are in no danger, Hermione," he said softly. "I was assigned to protect you. You are Nephilim, but you are different to the others, if you weren't, my father would not have asked that I watch over you and protect you throughout your life. He would have destroyed you and your mother for disobeying the ancient rules of Heaven. Believe me when I say, you are incredibly special, Hermione, and you were meant to change the world for the better, and you have done a remarkable job so far. It is thanks to you that creatures that are considered lesser than humans are now beginning to have rights and freedom and protection. It is thanks to you that so many people are given the chance to live their lives to the fullest, as you remove the darkness from the world."
"You do not have the Angel capabilities we are known for, since you are not only part Angel, but part witch, too, and your mother was human long before you were conceived; she gave up her grace before her wedding to your father. There is a small amount of grace in you, but it's barely detectable and it is why I didn't know of your status. Your Angel magnifies you magical power, it makes things easier for you than it does others. You're a natural in the art of Mind Magic since Angels have the ability of telepathy. You are in no danger from my father or siblings."
She wiped away her fallen tears, before lifting her eyes from his, to look at Sam and Bobby who were staring at her with wide eyes, though they didn't look fearful or disgusted, only surprised which she thought was a good sign.
She turned her head to look at Dean. His hold on her had slackened and he was staring at the floor with a frown on his face. As if sensing her eyes on him, he looked up from the floor and his gaze locked with hers.
His eyes showed confusion, understanding and surprise, yet they held a softness to them. He pushed a curl back from her face, and although they were both in turmoil at the news of her parentage, she knew Dean accepted her for who and what she was.
"What does my being part Angel have to do with our relationship?" She asked, turning her attention to Castiel.
The Angel rose from his crouch and back to his full height and he moved to once again sit on the chair.
"It's simple. Just as your mother found her, for lack of a better term, soul mate in your father, you've found yours in Dean." They both froze at his words. "Your reactions and behaviour towards each other is caused by your souls recognising what you are to each other. You are possessive as you both know that you belong to each other and no one else. You don't wish to leave each other as you know your life is better when the other is present. You are what the other needs and wants, and no one will ever compare. You comfort each other, you protect each other and you are dependent on each other, whether you realise it or not."
"And what if things between us end badly?"
"If you are asking if you are able to go your separate ways, the answer is yes. If one of you were to die, the other would be pained, but you would survive and hopefully move on. If you decide that although you were meant for each other, you don't want to be together, you could leave, but no future relationship would last."
"How is that possible? Our health deteriorated when we were apart for less than two weeks."
"You didn't let me specify, the answer is yes, you don't have to be together if you don't want to be, but for you the circumstances are more complicated. You and Dean are now bound. Your souls are connected in a way that you can't be apart from each other for long periods of time, I would say a week at most, at which you would truly start to feel the effects of the absence of the other. There are ways to manage the deteriorating health should you wish to leave the other, but it isn't practical."
"Why is it different for us?"
"On the night you first had sex, I was present."
"WHAT!" Hermione screeched, her face turning bright red and Dean's hold on her tightened and he glared at Castiel, considering murdering him.
"I was drawn to you both by the surge of magical power that you emitted during your coupling. I spent most of the night covering your apartment building in Enochian sigils and Demon wardings, to prevent anyone else from being drawn to you," he admitted.
Castiel lifted his hand and waved it, and a golden glow surrounded Hermione's and Dean's left hands and they held them out to get a better view. When the glow died down, they could see the band of runes that was tattooed in gold ink on their ring fingers.
"In the eyes of God you are married."
Their eyes widened and Sam and Bobby made sounds of surprise. They had been remarkably quiet and Hermione appreciated it.
"You are husband and wife and have been since your first coupling. Now that you are truly bound to one another, it would make it difficult to leave. And before you ask, this has nothing to do you with your Angel side, more of your magical side. Your magic has bound your souls together."
"Fated," Hermione muttered quietly but Dean heard. "We're married?"
"Yes, not in the eyes of the human law, but in the eyes of God, you are man and wife. You are Hermione and Dean Winchester."
Before anyone could blink, Dean had stood up from the couch and stormed out of the house, and before they could comprehend what had happened, they heard the Impala speeding down the road until the sounds of the engine could no longer be heard.
Hermione's tears fell down her face forcefully and the couch dipped beside her, arms wrapped around her and she was pulled into their body and she grabbed onto the comfort and she sobbed into the chest of her comforter.
"He'll be back," Sam's voice was soft. "You and I both know he can't stay away from you for long. He's been irritable lately, but once he's had some time to calm down and think everything through, he'll come back, you'll see."
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It was two hours later when Hermione was still sat on the couch curled into Sam's side, but her tears had long since stopped falling having worn herself out. Castiel had returned to Heaven, leaving her, Sam and Bobby alone and neither of them had moved since Dean left, they just sat in silence, waiting for him to come back.
The only thought that kept running through Hermione's mind was that Dean hated her. He didn't want her, and he didn't care for her as she did him. It wasn't her fault that she was part Angel, it wasn't her fault that they were fated, nor that they were apparently married. She hadn't known what would happen if they were to sleep together.
But all she knew was that Dean didn't want anything to do with her and after two hours, she knew he wasn't going to come back. And so, she made a decision. She would leave and protect herself from getting hurt any further than she already had. She would speak to Castiel and learn how to get a handle on her health now she was no longer going to be with Dean.
She loved him, but she had to be strong, and with that decision made, she stood up and grabbed her beaded bag and wand.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked, surprised since she had moved so quickly.
"It's obvious he doesn't want anything to do with me now that the circumstances of our relationship have been revealed, and I refuse to be left standing here, looking like an idiot. There's no point in sticking around, so I'm going back to England."
"Hermione, please..."
"No," she shook her head, cutting off his words.
"He..." She took a deep breath. "He broke his promise to me. He promised he wouldn't hurt me." Tears began to fall down her face slowly. "He promised he wouldn't be like the others, and I was an idiot because I fell for it. It's my own fault for trusting him. So, I'm going back to England."
"Permanently?" He asked, looking sad.
"I don't know yet, we'll see what happens once I get there. I honestly wouldn't take back the experience of meeting either of you, nor would I of getting the chance to see what your lives consist of, and I appreciate your kindness, but I don't want to outstay my welcome, so I'll be off."
Before either of them could even try to stop her, she spun on her heel and disappeared from view.
They both blinked at the empty space where she once stood. Sam pulled out his phone from his pocket and dialled Dean, his leg bouncing nervously as he did so.
"Come on, pick up, pick up," he muttered, but it went straight to voice mail. He made a sound of annoyance and ran his hand through his hair. "I'm going to kill him when he gets back," and much to Sam's surprise, Bobby agreed with him.
"You and me both," Bobby said darkly. "You and me both."