CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
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's been five days," Dean muttered from his place in the chair, sitting beside the bed Hermione's sleeping form was occupying.
"And she's fine," Sam spoke up from his position, lounging on his bed with one of Hermione's Wizarding History books held open on his lap. "You've been feeding her those Nutrition Potions so we know she's healthy, and Cas dropped by the other day to check on her. If he had any concerns he would've said."
Dean sighed and ran his hands through his hair, his eyes glued to his slumbering wife. He was worried about her, he knew her magic needed to recharge itself but he'd only been expecting her to be asleep for three days maximum, like she'd said, and now they were on day five. He'd made sure he gave her the Nutrition Potions he had to the last time she'd been in a coma, and he could visibly see that she wasn't injured or hurting, she looked completely fine.
He'd finally managed to get Castiel to answer his call and when he visited two days ago, he'd not only checked Sam's stab wound which was all but healed by that point and largely thanks to Hermione, but he checked Hermione, too, assuring Dean that she was perfectly healthy and just sleeping, and that when her magic was settled she'd wake.
Even though they'd been holed up in the same motel room for the last week, he missed her. He missed being able to hear her voice, he missed seeing her smile, he missed her affectionate touches and behaviour, he missed her scolding him and arguing with Sam about the existence of magical creatures. He missed being able to sleep next to her, and in the last five days, he'd gotten some sleep, but it didn't last long due to his nightmares and the uncomfortable chair he was perched in. He could feel the longing inside of him beginning to set in, for obvious reasons they hadn't been intimate in almost a week and he hoped Hermione woke before he started getting headaches, and their health began to suffer. He never wanted to feel that again, especially when she was so close to him, yet so far away.
He heard Sam's voice and lifted his head, his eyes looking around the room they were staying in, the one Sam had been abducted from. Although they had righted the furniture, broken glass still littered the ground in some areas and the blood stain still remained on the carpet. He hoped Hermione could do something with her magic to get rid of it, otherwise it would be difficult to explain to the owners of the motel, and due to the sheer size of the stain, they'd likely get the police involved and he was not risking ending up back on their radar, especially since Hermione had only just had their records cleared.
"Dean? Dean?"
"What?" He said tiredly, stifling a yawn.
"Dinner? What do you want?"
He sighed. "I don't really care, whatever you want," he replied, turning his eyes back to Hermione.
Sam was worried for his brother, though this time he now understood the extenuating circumstances that surrounded his relationship with Hermione. At least this time he knew why Dean's behaviour was so worrying, and at least this time Dean ate, showered and slept, it wasn't as much as he'd have liked, but he'd take what he could get.
"Fine, I'll be back in about an hour."
"Take your time, it's not like I'm going anywhere," he muttered in reply.
Sam sighed, before closing his book and placing it on the mattress, he climbed off the bed and retrieved the car keys from the table and left the room, taking the motel key so he could lock the door from the outside. Dean stood and re-salted the door; now he knew that Crowley was interested in Hermione and likely wouldn't stop trying to discover her secret, he wasn't taking any chances with her safety.
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The feeling of a hand running through his hair and nails lightly scratching at his scalp had his eyes opening, and he immediately became aware that his back was hurting as he was slumped over in the chair, with his arms on the bed and his head cushioned by them.
When he felt the light scratching at his scalp once more, his mind zeroed in on the action, knowing there was only one person that would do that. He lifted his head, his eyes immediately locking on the chocolate brown orbs in front of him.
Hermione was laid on her side, a hand tucked under her cheek whilst the other continued running through his hair, and upon seeing him awake, she gave him a sleepy smile.
"Hey, Patrick," she said softly.
He sat up quickly, dislodging her hand from his hair and before she could blink, she was pulled until she was sitting upright and Dean had wrapped himself around her in a tight hug. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her forehead against his shoulder.
They stayed that way, just holding each other in silence for several minutes until Dean pulled back from her, moving forward in his intent to kiss her.
Hermione's finger pressed against his mouth stopped him and he frowned.
"No, I've been out for..."
"Five days," he answered.
"Bloody hell," she muttered, sounding surprised before shaking her head. "Five days and I need to brush my teeth and shower before I even contemplate allowing you to touch me. It's disgusting," she grimaced.
He made to argue, but she pulled away from him and shuffled out of bed until her feet hit the ground. She stood up slowly, learning her mistake from the last time. She stumbled to the bathroom and the first thing she did was brush her teeth, and she spent a good five minutes doing so. Afterwards, she turned on the shower and stripped out of the t-shirt that Dean must've put her in at some point, seeing as it was one of his.
She stepped into the shower and quickly set to carrying out her hygiene routine of scrubbing her body of Sam's remaining dried blood on her hands and arms, she shaved her legs and her underarms, feeling much better in doing so, and then she tackled her mass of curls.
She felt Dean's presence behind her just as she was finishing washing out the conditioner from her hair, and her hair was now plastered down her back in a thick, but clean mass. She felt his arms snake around her stomach and he rested his chin on her shoulder, she sighed, bringing her hands up and lacing her fingers through his.
"I missed you," he muttered, turning his head to place a kiss to her neck.
"I've been here the entire time."
"It's not the same," he shook his head and she understood his meaning.
She turned in his arms until she was facing him and she brought her hands up to either side of his face, her eyes sweeping his frame.
"You've been taking care of yourself?" She asked.
He nodded. "I've been eating and sleeping," he assured her.
"Just not as much as you should be," she said knowingly.
"I showered this time."
"Thank the Lord," Hermione responded and he chuckled at her. "Where's Sam?"
"He went to get dinner; I'm not sure how long ago since I fell asleep, I told him to take his time."
"He's alright?"
He smiled. "He's fine. His wound was all but healed after three days. Cas finally showed his face and checked the both of you over. He said your healing done the job and you more than likely saved his life."
"That's good to know," she nodded sincerely, before a frown appeared.
"What is it?"
"I may have to update my training."
"Training?" He asked confused.
"Medical training, every auror is required to have their emergency first aid training, as well as basic counter curse, spell reversal and dangerous poising healing training. It's been a while since I've had to heal an injury such as Sam's, and I have the feeling it's not going to be the last."
"What you did worked perfectly, you saved his life," he said softly, pushing a wet piece of hair out of her face.
"I suppose so, it's not like I have the time for the training courses anyway, and we have more than one option available for healing injuries." He raised an eyebrow. "There's me, there's Castiel when he actually pulls his head out of his arse and answers our calls, and now, since you're married to me you have access to magical healing, too. If you're too badly injured and I can't heal you and Castiel isn't responding, I can take you to a magical hospital and they have no choice but to heal you. Not only due to my marriage to you despite you being a muggle, but also due to our bond. I could die without you and vice versa, they won't risk that happening, it'll be similar to a veela and her mate. Through our marriage you're protected by the laws of my world," she shrugged.
He blinked in surprise. "And Sam?"
She bit her lip. "Technically he shouldn't be allowed access to magical healing, nor should he be protected by our laws."
"But?" He said knowingly.
"But they'll give him it, otherwise I'll kick up a fuss." He snorted. "And besides, at the moment everyone in the Wizarding World thinks you're both wizards, by the time they'd started treatment on him and realised he's a muggle, it'd be too late." She smiled when he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "So, what's happened since I've been asleep, hope I didn't miss any fun?"
He chuckled. "Not really, though Bobby's pissed."
"Of course he is, I'm dreading that phone call, though I'd rather that than a face to face meeting, at least he can't slap me over the head and later hug me, dislodging me spine in the process whilst denying his worry for me."
He laughed. "He's pissed you put yourself in such danger. He's pissed Sammy let his guard down. He's pissed that Crowley's the one responsible, and he's..."
"Pissed?"
He snorted. "Proud for the fearless way in which you spoke to Crowley. He's proud that you killed six hellhounds. He's proud that you saved Sammy, and he's happy that you're both going to be fine." She smiled. "We're going to have to be more cautious now." He frowned. "Crowley's officially interested in you, and he's going to continue trying to get to you."
She shrugged. "So let him come. Now that we know what he's after, we'll be ready. And should he come, I have a few speciality hexes up my sleeve," she grinned.
"That's my girl," he said proudly.
"Have there been any more deaths?"
He shook his head. "No, we're not quite sure what was responsible, but seeing as Crowley was obviously involved it was more than likely one of his demons. Whatever it was, it's gone now and there's been no more deaths."
"Case over?"
"Case over," he nodded. "Bobby called two days ago wanting to check on you. He has a case for us when you're up to it."
"Great, we can leave in the morning." He frowned. "I'm fine, Dean, and I know you've been feeding me my Nutrition Potions, so I'm healthy too, though I'd kill for banoffee muffin right now." He snorted. "So, what do we have?"
"We're not sure yet, Bobby said he'd give us the details once you'd recovered. I'll call him in the morning."
She nodded, before scowling. "Don't even think about it!" She warned, pointing her finger in Dean's face at feeling his hands beginning to move towards her arse.
"But I missed you, it's been five days."
"We've gone longer," she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Yes, but it tortured the both of us and we're trying for a baby. Aren't we?"
Her face softened. "You said so yourself, you don't know how long Sam's been gone and he could be back at any time."
"We can be quick, we've done it before."
She sighed. "You're a pain in the arse." He grinned. "If Sam comes back and walks in on us, it's your fault."
He claimed her mouth in a kiss and swooped down, lifting her into his arms and climbing out of the shower, walking back into the room and placing her down in the centre of the bed. Hermione reached over for her wand and used it dry the both of them off, whilst sending a spell in the direction of the bathroom to stop the shower from running, since Dean hadn't remembered to turn it off in his excitement. Before she'd even put her wand down, his body covered hers.
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They were laid in bed together, snuggled closely with Hermione wearing another of Dean's t-shirts and Dean had put on a pair of boxers. Sam had yet to return from dinner and looking at the clock, Dean noted that he'd been gone for nearly four hours, and they'd had plenty of time to get in two tumbles in the sheets. He'd have gone for a third, but Hermione was still tired despite the five days of sleep she'd had.
Hermione lay with her head on his Dean's chest, he had one arm under her t-shirt, his fingers trailing her skin, and his free hand was held by Hermione, their fingers laced together as she held them up to her face, watching their hands closely.
"You've got an indentation on this finger," she said, moving her thumb to run over the fourth finger on his hand. "You used to have a ring?" She questioned.
"Yeah, it was nothing of importance, to be honest I don't even remember where I got it, likely won it hustling someone at pool." She rolled her eyes. "I used it to open beer bottles." She snorted. "I lost it sometime during the whole mess with the end of the world and Lucifer."
"Do you want another one?"
"No, I don't need it. Not when I have a witch that can open anything with a flick of her wand."
She snorted at him. "That's not all I'm good for."
"I know, you make a great pie, too," he said seriously.
She released his hand to smack at his chest and he laughed loudly, until she shrieked as Dean put her on her back and he loomed over her, his hands burrowing under her t-shirt to tickle at her sides and ribs. She shrieked and laughed madly as she tried to wiggle free from him, but he was stronger than her and he wasn't relenting. Thankfully, they heard the key in the lock before the door opened and Hermione's laughter cut off, her breathing coming out in pants and her eyes watering, since Dean had momentarily stopped in his assault.
They both turned their heads, seeing Sam step through the door and into the room, locking the door after himself and re-salting the door, all before he even noticed they were both awake.
He turned and his eyes landed on them, and smirks pulled at their faces seeing his appearance. His hair was messy, as though someone had been running their hands through it, his clothing was rumpled and creased, and his t-shirt was on back to front. It was obvious to them what he'd been up to and it suddenly made sense why he'd been gone for so long.
Hermione and Dean looked to each other, their eyes alight with amusement and mischief and with matching smirks they turned to look at Sam.
"You're awake? How are you feeling?" Sam asked.
They ignored him.
"Hey, Sammy," Dean started with a smirk.
"Where've you been?" Hermione asked innocently, pointedly looking him up and down.
Much to their amusement, his cheeks held a small tinge of pink.
He cleared his throat. "To get dinner," he replied, holding up the bag in his hand as evidence.
"Yeah, and the rest," Dean said lightly.
Hermione burst into giggles. "Sam, your shirt's on backwards," she pointed out. He looked down at himself. "And your fly's undone."
Sam's entire face flamed red, before he quickly fastened the zipper. He put the bag on the table and made his way to the bathroom, hiding away from their teasing and knowing looks.
"Hope you had fun!" Hermione called after him.
"I hope this chick was worth it; if my food's cold I'm kicking your ass," Dean shouted.
They heard an embarrassed whine from behind the closed door and they both burst out laughing.