CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
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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It had been a few days since they had left the Cambridge apartment and they started checking out the cases Bobby had been tracking for them since they'd been away. The first case hadn't taken very long at all, in Dean's words it had been a 'simple salt and burn' case, in which it took them longer to drive to their destination than it did to banish the spirit. They hadn't even bothered booking into a motel for the night, simply leaving for their second case, and they slept in the car overnight.
It had taken them a day and a half of travel to reach their destination of Lewistown, Pennsylvania, and their investigation did have a few strange elements to it, but it spanned nearly three nearby towns, as if the cause was moving from town to town. Whilst Sam was investigating, Dean and Hermione were on their way to Allentown -which was approximately three hours away- to investigate, so they when the returned to Sam in Lewistown, they could compare what they had found.
Dean and Hermione were halfway to their destination, with Dean driving and Hermione sat in the passenger's side with her feet resting in his lap and her back pressed up against the door.
"Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long! If you're going my way, I wanna drive it all night long!" They both sang loudly along to the radio, and if Sam had been there, he would be both complaining and laughing, but since he wasn't, they sang as loudly and as badly as they wanted to.
Hermione laughed loudly, her head falling back against the window and Dean was laughing along with her, he reached over and turned down the radio so the music was no longer blaring and they could hear each other speaking.
Hermione's smile was wide, her eyes sparkling and her skin lightly flushed, and she caught Dean watching her before he turned his eyes back on the road, then back to her.
"What?" She asked smiling.
"This is the life," Dean commented.
"Hmm?" She hummed, shifting in her seat slightly to get more comfortable.
"I've got my beautiful wife, the Impala and the open road," he gave her a charming smile.
"Do you want some crackers to go with that cheese?" Hermione teased.
He snorted at her. "How do you relate everything to food?"
"It's my hidden talent," she shrugged. "If Sam heard you say that, you'd never hear the end of it."
"Which is why I said it now, and if you tell him, I'll..." He frowned, trailing off.
"You'll what?" She smirked.
"Then I'll hide your banoffee muffins," he said smugly.
Her smirk widened. "You play dirty, Winchester."
"It's a family trait," he replied.
"But you are aware that I can summon them with magic? No matter where you hide them, they'll find me."
"I hate magic," he muttered childishly.
"No you don't, you think it's awesome. True born magic that is, not that cheap imitation Hell offers," she said and he snorted at her.
She saw the lights of a flashing siren before she heard it.
"Dean, you're going to have to pull over," she muttered.
He lifted his eyes to the rear view mirror to see the police car following behind them. He sighed, before pulling over on the quiet road.
"You weren't speeding, there's nothing wrong with the car, why the hell have we been pulled?" She asked.
"I think I know," he said, as he shut off the engine and gripped the steering wheel in his hands.
Hermione watched confused as Dean rolled down the window, and a police officer stopped by the car, resting his arm against the car roof and bending down to look in through the window.
The young officer looked to be around their age, maybe younger than her. He was boyish in his looks with ash blonde hair and blue eyes, tanned skin and freckles on his cheeks. She squinted her eyes, trying to see the name badge on his shirt uniform, Mills.
The officer's eyes took in Dean, before they flittered down, seeing Hermione's legs resting on Dean's lap. She was grateful she was wearing jeans as his eyes followed the rest of her body, lingering on her chest, then up to her face and his eyes widened.
She saw Dean's grip on the steering wheel tighten, and he took a deep breath. He obviously wasn't pleased with the officer's wandering eyes.
"Can we help you, Officer?" Hermione asked.
The officer seemed taken aback by her accent. He blinked, before finally tearing his stare away from her.
"License and registration," he said to Dean.
Dean turned his eyes to her, silently asking if the ID she had given him would work. She nodded and she reached into the glove compartment, pulling it out for him and then handing it to him. Dean handed it over to the officer and he looked at it, and then turned his eyes to Dean with a frown on his face, before he walked away and back to the police car.
Hermione and Dean looked to each other, Dean's hand went to his gun on instinct and Hermione's went to her wand in her boot.
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Hermione said.
"You and me both, Sweetheart," he replied, his eyes watching the officer from the rear view mirror.
"Why did he pull us over, you said you knew?" She asked, but she got her answer from the officer.
"Dean Winchester, step out of the car with your hands in the air!"
Hermione turned to look behind her, seeing the officer with his gun pointed and aimed at the car as he slowly approached them with a look of determination mixed with fear. She turned her eyes to Dean.
"That's why," he shrugged.
"Excuse me?"
"You see, Sammy and I are kind of wanted fugitives." She stared at him. "In forty-five states, including this one."
"Oh, honestly, there's only fifty states as it is," she grumbled. "What the hell for?"
"Murder, theft, fraud, arson, impersonating law enforcement and government officials, breaking and entering, escaping police custody, escaping from jail, kidnapping and abduction, assault, assault on an officer, trespassing and concealing and carrying deadly weapons."
She blinked slowly, digesting everything he'd just revealed. "So everything but sex and drug crimes, lovely," she said sarcastically.
"Step out of the car with your hands up, and release the hostage!" The officer yelled.
Hermione's mouth dropped open and a look of anger crossed her face. Dean appeared to be amused by her reaction, not even bothering to look at the officer that was getting closer to the car with his gun trained on him.
"I am not now nor have I ever been a damsel in distress!" She said in outrage. "How dare he assume such a thing? What, because I'm a girl and I'm with you I must've been taken hostage? Did it ever occur to him that I'm your partner in crime?" She fumed.
Dean's laughter filled the car. "You are my partner in crime," he agreed.
"Well, this prat is going to get a piece of my mind!"
Before Dean could stop her, she was stepping out of the car and rounding it, coming face to face with the officer.
"You're safe now, Ma'am," the officer said, reaching out to grab her wrist so he could pull her behind him and away from Dean, as he stepped out of the car with both hands held in the air.
"Excuse me?" She stepped back from him, glaring and taking the officer by surprise.
"Ma'am, I'm trying to rescue you, you must get behind me before you are hurt."
"First of all, Officer Mills, I am not now nor have I ever been a damsel in distress. Second of all, how dare you assume such a thing? Third of all, Dean would never hurt me, not only is he aware of the consequences that should occur if he ever laid a finger on me, but... Stupefy," she said, pulling her wand from her boot and the officer crumpled to the ground.
Dean stared at her in awe. She turned to him and held her hand out expectantly.
"I'm not giving you my weapons," he said, lowering his hands and slipping them into his pockets.
She rolled her eyes. "I want your phone, Numpty," she sighed.
"Why?" He asked, removing it from his pocket and handing it to her.
"I'm going to get us out of this bloody mess and ensure it never happens again."
She pressed the correct numbers on the key pad, and she started pacing with the phone pressed to her ear, with Dean watching her curiously.
"Head Auror Hermione Winchester of The British Ministry of Magic, I need to speak with Minister Allister...I'm afraid it can't wait, this is a matter of upmost importance and I don't have a lot of time...Thank you." She continued pacing and Dean's eyes followed her movements. "I'm fine, Minister, thank you, yes, I'm enjoying married life," she said, she pulled the phone back and covered the speaker. "It seems news of our marriage has spread across the pond," she told Dean, before returning to the call. "Yes, I need your help. My husband and brother-in-law have had a few run-ins with the Muggle Law Enforcement, they're currently wanted men in forty-five states, and we've been stopped by a muggle police officer, waving a muggle gun in our faces...Yes, that's exactly what I need...Yes, everything...I need it done last Wednesday...Alright, let me know when I've got the all clear and I'll release the muggle officer from the bind...Thank you..." She hung up the phone and sighed.
"What did you just do?" He asked her curiously.
"Saved your arse. Honestly, I don't know how you survived before meeting me," she said.
He chuckled, walking over to her and he pushed her curls behind her ears and out of her face.
"That's just it, Sweetheart," he said, looking down at her. "I survived, but I didn't live. Not until I met you."
"You can be really sweet when you want to be," she replied.
He gave her a charming smile, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her into him. "Don't tell anyone."
"Of course," she nodded seriously, hooking her arms around his neck. "Only Sam."
"Definitely not Sammy, he'd never let me live it down. And we can't have people thinking I've gone soft, now can we?"
"I suppose not, it would be such a tragedy for the world to discover Dean Winchester was a big softie."
"Exactly," he nodded in agreement with a mock-serious frown on his face. "Then we'd have the supernatural believing they could take us on."
She laughed at him. The phone in her hand made a sound and she pulled back from him, before reading the text message.
"That was fast, even by magical standards," she commented, sounding pleasantly surprised.
"What was fast? What did you do?" He asked confused. She smirked in reply, before removing the officer from the bind, and quickly altering his memory.
He groaned as he came to, before he quickly stood up and pointed his gun at Dean.
Hermione had a glare on her face and her hands on her hips with her foot tapping, something Dean knew signified her growing impatience.
"Firstly, I am not now nor have I ever been a damsel in distress. Secondly, how dare you assume such a thing? Thirdly, Dean would never hurt me, he knows the consequences should he ever lay a finger on me, and I'm his bloody wife," she said, the officer's eyes widened and his grip on the gun tightened. "And finally, why the bloody hell have you pulled us over? We weren't speeding and there is nothing wrong with the car, it was serviced less than a week ago. And why are you currently pointing that bloody thing at my husband?" She demanded.
"He's a wanted man in forty-five states; they've been trying to catch him for years."
Hermione turned her head to look at Dean and he shrugged. She turned back to the officer.
"I think you've gotten confused, my husband is a perfect law abiding citizen." She heard Dean snort and she had to restrain herself from going over to him and smacking him.
"I've called for backup and they'll be here any minute," he said.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "No one's coming because we've done nothing wrong. I suggest you speak with your dispatcher since you obviously have no idea what you're doing. It's not like we're going anywhere, now is it?" She said, obviously annoyed.
The officer eyed her distrustfully, but he backed up to the police car and sat himself in the car with his gun still pointed at them.
"Are you going to tell me what you did?" Dean asked her.
"In a moment, once I've dealt with Officer Trigger Happy," she replied, he snorted at her.
Moments later the officer stepped out of the car, with a confused look on his face and his gun still pointed at Dean.
"I don't understand, I saw the notice board this morning," he frowned.
"Yes, well, perhaps you read it wrong, we haven't broken the law and my husband is a perfectly innocent man. Now I suggest you lower you weapon and allow us to continue on our journey, or I'll file charges against you, Officer Mills."
"Have a good day Ma'am," he muttered as he lowered his gun, and before Hermione knew it, he had gotten back into the police car and he drove away, leaving them alone on the side of the quiet road.
She turned to face Dean, his eyes locked on her. "Neither you or Sam are wanted men." He blinked. "Your criminal records have been wiped clean, both juvenile and adult, so we should never have this problem again."
"You can do that?" He asked surprised.
"I have a remarkably high security clearance, and The American Minister of Magic wasted no time in doing what I wished, since she knows I'm easier to deal with when I'm happy. Now you're protected against the Muggle Authorities, just as I am, and since you now have me, I can easily cover up any mess you make, preventing the authorities from pointing their fingers at you, not that they know who you are now. You don't even have a parking or speeding ticket. Like I told the officer, you're a perfect law abiding citizen."
"Sweetheart, I've never been a perfect law abiding citizen," he chuckled, as he slowly approached her, his eyes lustful and dark.