CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
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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"So, what do you want to do today?" Hermione asked the children as they sat around the kitchen table eating breakfast, whilst Lily was sat on Dean's lap, currently making a mess by putting her hands in the milk she'd spilled.
Hermione chuckled, before vanishing the mess and Lily frowned.
"The park!" The boys chimed together and Hermione shook her head.
"I thought you'd say that," she chuckled. "Alright, let's get you three cleaned up and then we'll go to the park."
"Can we go in Uncle Dean's car?" James asked, looking hopeful.
"You'll have to ask him," Hermione said.
James turned to Dean. "Can we Uncle Dean? Can we please?" He all but begged, looking at him pleadingly.
Dean felt amusement bubble in his chest. He had to admit, James was the spitting double of his father with his black messy hair and green eyes, whereas Albus had his father's messy hair but his mother's brown eyes.
"I suppose so," he replied.
Both James and Albus cheered loudly, before they climbed off their seats and ran from the room.
"You're going to willingly let three children in Baby?" Sam asked disbelievingly.
Dean shrugged. "You've got to admit, they're cute."
Sam stared at him, what had happened to his brother? Was the man in front of him an imposter? Sam felt the strong urge to stab him with a silver knife and dowse him in holy water.
"Car seats?" Dean asked, turning to look at Hermione.
"I'll transfigure some," she nodded. "We'll easily be able to fit them in the car with the Expansion Charm I used on the back seat."
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"James, be careful, if I have to tell you one more time you'll be coming away and sitting on my knee!" Hermione warned the now six year old, as he fearlessly jumped off the top of the small children's slide.
Hermione admitted that it was no bigger than the plastic ones you bought for the garden from the shop, but he could still hurt himself. She was only glad he was using the bigger slide properly.
"Okay!" He shouted back over the noise of the other screaming and laughing children in the park.
Thankfully it was a warm day so Hermione wasn't freezing her arse off whilst she sat perched on the bench, watching James' and Albus' every move carefully. Sam was sat on her left and Dean was sat on her right with Lily sitting on his lap, she was too busy playing with Dean's fingers and hands to even contemplate wanting to play in the little sand box nearby, and Hermione had offered to take her there, but she'd responded with a clear, "No," much to the brothers' amusement. Hermione was both proud and saddened that Lily's speech was improving by the day; she was proud for obvious reasons, but saddened as it meant she was growing up.
"Albus, don't you even think about it!" She called over to the now four year old, watching as he picked up a handful of mud and grass, and Hermione knew his intention was to throw it at his brother.
Albus jumped and quickly dropped the mud and the grass to the floor, before turning towards her and looking at her innocently. Hermione scowled, Dean chuckled and Sam laughed.
"They're a handful," Sam said.
She sighed. "I told you, you need to have eyes in the back of your head for those little devils. You should see Fred, I swear, that child is both of the twins combined when we were growing up." They chuckled at her.
Her eyes fell down to Dean's lap when she saw Lily reaching out for her. Hermione smiled and took her from Dean, but by the time she'd sat her on her lap, Lily was reaching out to the left where Sam was sat. Hermione scowled, before reluctantly handing Lily over to her brother-in-law, pouting in her sulk. Dean chuckled, before putting his arm around her shoulders and kissing her temple.
"Relax, Sweetheart, she probably just misses her dad. Sammy and I are the closest to that since we're men."
She blinked in surprise; that was surprisingly intuitive for someone who claimed they didn't have a clue on how to raise a child or how to hold a baby correctly.
Hermione's eyes were drawn to the right and past Dean, seeing the crowd of mothers gathered and they looked to be gossiping. Hermione caught some of them looking at Dean and the rest were looking at Sam, and Hermione thought they were likely gushing over their looks, but then their eyes cut to her, and suddenly she put the pieces together and everything made sense.
"Albus! James! Cover your ears!" She called.
"Why!" They both shouted, stopping in their game of tag to look at her.
"Because I said so!"
The boys frowned before covering their ears with their hands. Hermione looked to Sam and he appeared to be amused by whatever she was going to do, especially if it required that the children's ears have to be covered. Before Hermione could turn her simmering anger on him, he covered Lily's ears, though she found it hilarious and giggled the entire time.
"What are you up to, Sweetheart?" Dean asked, seeing her narrowed eyes and the direction they were aimed at.
Hermione pursed her lips, before standing up and turning towards the women, seeing their eyes widen at having obviously been caught in their staring.
"Listen up, you judgemental bitches," she said coldly, the women didn't do well hiding their surprise and Dean and Sam didn't do well in hiding their amusement. "The man on my left is my brother-in-law and the man on my right is my husband. And the three children you can see are our niece and nephews, and not that it's any of your business but we're looking after them for a few days. If there weren't so many children present I would come over there and slap each and every one of you. Keep your judgemental looks and spiteful words to yourself for I do not care for them. I sincerely hope your children don't turn out to be such judgemental arseholes, let's hope they follow in their fathers' footsteps, shall we?" They didn't reply, but she wasn't expecting them to. "Lovely, now piss off, should I feel your eyes looking in this direction or hear your words, I'll bloody break your noses, at least it'd be an improvement on the botched nose jobs your surgeons gave you; they mustn't like you either."
Hermione sat back down, feeling much better about getting her anger out and hearing their gasps of outrage. Sam and Dean were shaking in silent laughter, whilst Hermione silently fumed.
"Shit, Hermione!" Sam mumbled.
She took a deep breath and then sat back, signalling that the boys could uncover their ears. She expected them to continue with their playing, but they didn't, instead they ran over to her.
"What did you do, Aunt 'Mione?" James asked.
"I didn't do anything, James," she replied.
Much to her surprise and the brothers' amusement, the six year old and the four year old looked at her disbelievingly.
"Dad said that when we have to cover our ears, it's because you're going to say some bad words," James said.
That broke the dam for the brothers and they burst into laughter, not bothered by Hermione's glare of warning. Hermione sighed; realising there was no getting out of the situation she was in, at least without explaining it to the young children in front of her.
"Listen boys, sometimes you're going to meet people in the world that aren't very nice, everyone has their own opinions and views, and they're unable to keep them to themselves. Those ladies over there weren't being very nice about me or your Uncles, so I told them what it was they'd done wrong."
"And the rest," Dean muttered. Hermione subtly elbowed him.
"They were mean to you?" James frowned, picking up on the meaning of her words.
"Uncle Charlie can use his dragons on the bad ladies," Albus spoke. The brothers snorted and Hermione smiled.
"I don't think that's necessary, my little wizard, I've told them off and they're not going to do it again. Alright, off you go and play, it's lunch time soon, what do you want?"
"McDonalds!" James and Albus chorused together.
Hermione shook her head. "That's what I thought you'd say, alright, we'll go to McDonalds."
They cheered before running off to continue with their playing.
"Albus has style," Dean said amused.
This time Hermione didn't bother hiding the fact she elbowed him.
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"Alright, my little wizards, bed time," Hermione spoke. The boys groaned. "Yes, it's getting late and you've already stayed up well past your bed time at home. If you don't go to bed now, you'll be tired tomorrow and we won't be able to do all the things you want to do."
"The park?" Albus questioned.
"Again?" Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"No, I want to go to the zoo," James said. "I want to see a lion."
"I like lions, too," Albus nodded in agreement.
"Of course you do, lions are brilliant," Hermione smiled. "Alright, if you go to bed right now and go to sleep, we'll go to the zoo."
The children were gone from her sight before she could blink.
She shook her head and followed after them, seeing James pulling out pyjamas from the drawer for himself and Albus. Hermione waved her wand and had them dressed and they quickly jumped into their beds, laying down and getting themselves comfortable.
Sam entered the room with Lily who was already asleep and he put her in her crib, whilst Dean followed into the room after him.
"Aunt 'Mione?"
"Yes, James," she replied.
"Can we have a story?"
"Sure, which one would you like this time?"
James and Albus looked at each other from across the room and they nodded, Hermione raised an eyebrow at the display.
"We want to hear about Uncle Dean's and Uncle Sam's hunting," James said.
Hermione turned to look at the brothers and they shrugged in response, indicating that they didn't mind. Hermione conjured up two chairs for them to sit on and then she stepped back, handing the story duty over to them, whilst reminding them to watch what they said to the boys.
"Alright boys, so a couple of years ago, Sammy and I were working a case when a cursed rabbit's foot was stolen from our dad's storage unit."
Sam groaned loudly and Dean smirked at him, whilst Hermione leaned against the wall with a raised eyebrow.
"The rabbit's foot brought good luck, unless it was stolen or lost, and then you had the worst luck in the world, didn't you Sammy?" Sam scowled. "Let's see, you fell over, you lost your shoe down a drain which I remember you being particularly upset about, you set the AC on fire whilst sitting in a chair..."
James and Albus laughed.
"That's funny, Uncle George set Gran's table on fire when he was sitting in a chair," James said. The brothers snorted.
"It wasn't that kind of fire, Buddy," Dean said. "He also set his arm on fire whilst trying to put the fire out, he pulled the curtains down and knocked himself out," Dean smirked at Sam, as he scowled and crossed his arms childishly, whilst the boys laughed at Sam. "Let's see, he got kidnapped by people that wanted to hurt him." The boys made noises of surprise and frowned. "Don't worry, I saved the day," he said smugly.
"How?" Albus asked, looking excited to know.
"With a pen and TV controller, and in the end, the bad men went away and Sammy was saved."
"Uncle Dean, Uncle Dean!" They boys chanted, standing so they could jump on the bed.
Dean stood and put his hands in the air, walking around victoriously as if he'd just won a wrestling match and Hermione burst into giggles.
"Alright boys, you're going to wake your sister," she called softly. "Now, you've had your story and it's bed time." They didn't argue this time; they laid back down and got comfortable.
"Good night, my little wizards," she said, moving to kiss both of their foreheads.
"Night Aunt 'Mione," they both chorused. "Night Uncle Dean, Uncle Sam."
"Night boys," the brothers replied, before the lights in the room were extinguished and they left the boys alone.
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Dean entered the room, shutting the door behind him only to find himself being pressed up against it as he was attacked with kisses and wandering hands.
His hands automatically moved to wrap themselves around his wife and he pulled her against him.
"What's brought this on?" He mumbled around her kisses.
She pulled back from him. "You're going to be a wonderful father," she answered. "I've seen it, with Lily, with James and with Albus. The children just adore you, as do the rest of the horde that is our nieces and nephews. I think you're the boys' hero, but don't tell Harry that, he'll be so put out."
"I'm not a good role model for those boys," he protested.
"No, you're a great one, and I have no doubt any children we have will think of you as their hero and I'd be proud if and when they do. You're going to make a wonderful father. Now come, let's make a baby."
"How can I refuse an offer such as that?" He chuckled as she pulled him towards the bed by the collar of his shirt.
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Dean found himself walking around the zoo with his brother, wife and the three children he was doing his best to keep his eyes on. In the end they'd decided that since there were three of them, they'd each be responsible for a child. Hermione had taken Albus, Lily was with Sam and James had insisted that he be with Dean, much to the amusement of the others.
It had been a long drive to the nearest zoo but it had been worth it to see the children's excitement and joy, as they dragged them to every single animal enclosure and nothing went unseen, not even the birds, which Dean thought a bit strange since they practically lived with owls, but he didn't complain.
"Look, it's an elephant!" He heard Albus exclaim from a little ways in front of him, and he chuckled when the four year old dragged Hermione by the hand to the enclosure because she wasn't moving quickly enough.
His eyes searched the crowd looking for his brother and he found him also by the elephants, lifting Lily so she could see over the barrier and look down at the elephants below them.
"Elephants are cool, but dragons are better," James commented from beside him.
"I don't doubt they are, Buddy," Dean chuckled, shaking his head in amusement, and watching as Hermione was dragged away from the elephants and to the next enclosure.
They continued walking around the zoo until they reached the monkey enclosures and Albus begged for an ice cream from a nearby stand. Hermione conceded and she and Sam took Lily and Albus to get ice creams, whilst he waited with James.
"Uncle Dean?"
"What's up?" He said, looking down at the six year old, seeing that he had a frown on his face.
"Are my mum and dad going to leave each other?"
Dean blinked in surprise. "Why do you think that?"
"I heard them, they were shouting at each other and saying mean things. I didn't like it. Albus woke up and he cried, and Lily was sad, too. And then dad left the house, slamming the door shut. And then mum told us we were going to Aunt 'Mione's. We only go to Aunt Mione's when mum and dad hate each other."
Dean sighed, before crouching down so he was at eye level with the six year old that sat on the bench.
"Listen, Buddy, I can't say whether or not if your mom and dad are going to leave each other, but what I do know is that they love each other very, very much. Moms and dads fight sometimes, and more often than not, they work out their problems and everything goes back to normal. Your Aunt has told me that your mom and dad fight sometimes and you stay with her so they can talk to each other, so they can work out their problems and remind each other that they love each other. When you go home, are you mom and dad happy?"
He nodded. "Always."
"Well there you go, your mom and dad will sort things out and when your mom picks you up, everything will be fine. They love each other very much and they love you, Albus and Lily even more. They would never hurt any of you, and should anything ever happen you must understand that it wasn't your fault. Alright?"
"So they'll love each other again?"
"They still do love each other, but I get your point. Everything will be fine, I promise."
"Aunt 'Mione says promises are important, they can't be broken or bad things happen."
"Well your Aunt is a very clever woman."
"Do you love Aunt 'Mione?" He questioned suddenly, surprising Dean.
Dean turned his head to see Hermione and Sam standing by the ice cream stand, laughing loudly as Albus and Lily excitedly struggled to pick which ice cream they wanted. He smiled at the sight.
"Yeah, Buddy, I do, very much."
"That's good," James nodded, and Dean raised an eyebrow. "If you didn't I would kick your butt."
Dean's mouth twitched in amusement. "I can't have that; Sammy would be thinking he's much cooler than me."
James looked outraged. "He's not cooler than you. You're the coolest. You're my favourite Uncle."
Dean felt his chest constrict at his words.
"Don't be saying that in front of your other Uncles," Hermione warned as she stood behind them. "They'll get mad and might have to prank you," she said amused.
"Then I'll have Uncle Dean beat them up," he crossed his arms over his chest.
Hermione snorted and Sam laughed, before Hermione handed the ice cream off to James and he ate it heartily with a smile on his face, his current sullen mood gone.
Hermione stood off to the side, leaning against a railing and Dean came up beside her.
"Thank you," she said.
"For what?" He asked confused.
She turned to face him. "For whatever it was that you said to James. He's older than the others and a lot more perceptive. He's not stupid and despite what Harry and Gin think, they don't realise that James can hear what they say to each other, or that he understands their arguments and the meaning. He's usually very quiet when staying with me after Harry and Ginny have had an argument. I saw it in him today, but whatever you've said to him has eased his fears and his worries in a way I never could. You Mr. Winchester, are brilliant."
He smiled at her, reaching over to pull her into him. "Not as brilliant as you, Mrs. Winchester," he replied, lowering his head to kiss her.
They pulled back from each other when they heard the children's noises of disgust and seeing that Sam was encouraging them and pulling faces which made them laugh.
"That's gross!" Albus scrunched his nose up.
"What is?" Hermione questioned with a raised eyebrow.
"Kissing," he replied with a disgusted look on his face.
"Oh really?" Hermione said with a mischievous grin on her face.
"Albus, run!" James warned, as Hermione suddenly darted forward and she tried to reach for Albus.
Albus shrieked and jumped off the bench, Sam took his ice cream before he dropped it and Albus ran away as Hermione chased after him. Dean, Lily, Sam and James laughed as Hermione caught Albus and caged her against him as she pressed kisses to his face relentlessly, and he laughed and exclaimed that it was, "Disgusting!"
Dean smiled, and he found that over the last couple of days he'd spent with the children, he couldn't wait for Hermione to fall pregnant. He couldn't wait to have a child of his own that was half him and half Hermione. He was still terrified, but less so.
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It was the early hours of the morning when he was woken by the bedroom door opening, and he tiredly lifted his head, his eyes squinting to the see the one responsible for waking him.
"Uncle Dean?" James said.
"What is it, Buddy?" He stifled his yawn.
"I had a bad dream," James said quietly. "Can I stay with you?"
Dean looked to Hermione, seeing that she was lying beside him, her back to him with one of his arms cushioned under her head and the other was thrown over her waist. Dean yawned, before lifting the blanket in invitation, glad that Hermione had forced him to at least put on some boxers after their shared shower. At the time he'd protested, but now he owed her.
James closed the door behind him before walking into the room and climbing into bed beside Hermione. He'd expected James to lie down but he didn't, instead he climbed over Hermione clumsily and surprisingly she didn't wake, before he wormed his way in-between him and Hermione, laying down and burrowing under the covers.
Dean felt his heart melting again.
Bloody kids! They were turning him soft!
Dean settled back down, hearing that James was out for the count by the time his head had hit the pillow, and just when Dean was drifting off, the door opened again.
"Uncle Dean?"
Dean groaned, lifting his head to see Albus stood in the door way.
"What's up, Skippy?" He yawned.
"I can't sleep."
"Me either," he grumbled quietly, before lifting the blanket in invitation.
Albus shut the door and quickly walked over to the bed, climbing in and laying down beside Hermione, wiggling himself closer to her. Hermione sighed in her sleep and lifted her arm to hook it over Albus' little frame, as if knowing he was there. Despite Albus' words, he was asleep within minutes, and just as Dean was drifting off, a cry had him wide awake.
"Fucking hell, give me a break," he muttered, before climbing out of bed and making his way to the nursery, walking in to find Lily awake.
"Couldn't sleep?" He sighed. Lily nodded with tears in her eyes. "Come on, then, Lily Petal..." Lily giggled. "Let's join the others."
He removed her from the crib before heading back to the bedroom. He'd never been so glad for the fact Hermione's bed was so big. He climbed back into bed, placing Lily in-between himself and James, ensuring that she wouldn't get crushed in her sleep, before he finally fell asleep.
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Hermione awoke dying for the toilet and surrounded by children. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and pushed herself up, being mindful not to accidentally hurt any of the children on either side of her. She quickly climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom, returning minutes later, where she leaned against the door frame watching the sleeping occupants of the bed.
She couldn't stop the smile from appearing on her face, she couldn't stop the love that pooled within her chest for her Godchildren and her husband, and she couldn't stop the feelings the sight elicited within her: hope, longing and happiness.
During her trip to the bathroom, the occupants of the bed had shifted so that Albus was now next to James; he faced James' back, whilst James was facing Dean. In-between Dean and James was Lily who was laid on her back, and Dean's hand was pressed against the mattress by Lily's side, ensuring that James couldn't roll over in his sleep and accidentally hurt her.
Dean worried he wouldn't be a good father, but Hermione knew he would be. She'd seen the way he responds to the children, and vice versa; the children loved him. She knew that he cared for the children, and despite his worries the instincts to protect the children were there and they showed in the way he'd eased James' worries, in the way he made sure the children were in his line of sight at all times, and in the way he'd made a barrier between Lily and James, even in his sleep. Hermione knew he'd been forced to all but raise Sam as a child due to his father's hunting and she wondered if that was where his worries stemmed from, but he'd only been a child himself.
Hermione's attention was drawn back to the bed when Albus let out a loud snore and she chuckled, shaking her head. Unable to resist the absolute adorableness of the scene in front of her, she summoned her magical camera and snapped several shots, and she would later have one framed and hung up on the wall. She didn't have many photos with herself, Dean or Sam, and she knew she'd have to rectify the situation. She put the camera down and climbed back into bed by Albus' side, making it so Dean and Hermione were on the outer edges and the children were between them, preventing them from falling out of bed and keeping them safe.
Hermione fell back to sleep, having dreams of green eyed boys and curly haired girls.
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Dean woke to the light streaming through the gap in the curtains. He blinked the sleep away from his eyes, before his gaze landed on Hermione on the other side of the bed and she was wide awake and smiling at him softly.
"Good morning, Husband," she said softly.
"Good morning, Wife," he replied, seeing her smile widen and her eyes sparkle.
"So, do you want to explain this?" She gestured to the children, all still asleep and snuggled under the blankets.
"James had a nightmare, Albus couldn't sleep and Lily woke up," he replied.
"You're such a softie," she teased. "You could've just told them to go back to bed, particularly the boys, Lily would've fallen asleep after a cuddle."
In all honestly, that thought hadn't crossed his mind, and she could tell too since she chuckled at him.
Lily shifted slightly in her sleep and his eyes fell downcast, looking at the way her red hair was a mess, her mouth was parted and seeing her little chest rising and falling with every breath she took.
"Is this what fatherhood's like?" Dean asked quietly, never taking his eyes off of Lily.
"Partially," Hermione replied in a soft, loving tone. "Aside from the last few days we've had the children and we've kept them entertained, bathed them, fed them, put them to bed, kept them safe and protected, it's only part of it. There's also arguments and fallings outs, there's exhaustion and a lack of sleep, there's sharing a bed with the children or staying in their room if they're ill, there's love and the 'I hate you's' and the 'You're ruining my life.' I'm just quoting what I've heard Victore say, since she's the oldest girl of the bunch. There's going to be ups and downs in a family, but they'll always be love."
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"Right children, what are we doing today?"
"Park?" Albus said.
"No," James shook his head.
"Zoo?" Albus offered.
"No, we did that yesterday," James said.
"I know, let's go swimming," Albus said excitedly.
"I like swimming," James nodded.
"Me too," the four year old grinned. "I'm going to swim really fast."
"Not as fast as me," James argued.
"I am!"
"I'm going to splash the most."
"No, I am!"
"Boys," Hermione chided.
"Sorry, Aunt 'Mione," they both muttered, going back to their cereal, whilst Sam placed a yoghurt pot in front of Lily, which he would soon regret.
Dean's phone rang in his pocket and he pulled it out, frowning slightly before answering.
"Yeah, Bobby?"
"Dean, I've got a case for you, there's been..."
"Bobby, we can't take it," Dean interrupted.
"You were only taking the weekend off," Bobby frowned.
"There's been a change of plans, we're watching after Harry's kids whilst he and his wife sort out some issues with their marriage," he said quietly so the children wouldn't hear. "By the sound of it their argument was pretty bad. That was three days ago, we're not sure when they're coming for the kids. Not that they're any bother."
The line went quiet, showing Bobby's surprise.
"Right...Well..." He cleared his throat. "It's a suspected werewolf, the last attack was three days ago, so I suppose there's plenty of time for you to close the case before the next full moon, unless you want me to pass it on to Ellen and Jo?"
"No, we'll take it and deal with it when we can. We need to be careful now; Hermione's informed us there's two types of werewolves, magical and non-magical."
"Well crap!" Bobby cursed over the speaker.
"Yeah, exactly, we need to make sure the werewolf we're dealing with isn't magical, they're not well liked in the magical world, but I can't imagine them taking kindly to us killing one of their own."
"I see your point, from now on when a suspected werewolf case crosses my desk, I'll pass it straight onto you."
"Thanks, Bobby. We'll let you know when we've gotten started."
"Don't ruin those kids' lives with your shit jokes."
"I'll have you know the kids think I'm awesome, James even said I was his favourite Uncle," Dean boasted.
"Idjit," Bobby muttered, hanging up the phone.
"Case?" Hermione questioned, and Dean looked around, seeing that Albus and James had disappeared from the table, likely to get dressed.
"Werewolf, I've told Bobby we're still out of commission until the kids are gone, but seeing as it's a werewolf and the last attack was a few days ago, we still have plenty of time to close the case before anyone else is injured. Can you determine between a magical and non-magical werewolf through victims?"
Hermione bit her lip in thought. "Possibly, depending on how the body of the victim is preserved. The two have different sized claws, paws and teeth for a start, which will help to determine which one we're dealing with."
"Aunt 'Mione! Hurry up!" James called from the nursery and Hermione chuckled.
"I better go and get them dressed, pack swimming trunks."
"Don't have any," Dean shrugged.
"Then we'll have to stop somewhere and get some, we'll have to get armbands as well for the children."
"Armbands?" Sam frowned in confusion.
"Yeah, the things you blow up and put on the children's arms to stop them from drowning."
"You mean floaties?" Dean said amused.
"No, if I had meant floaties I would've said floaties. I meant armbands." She stood to leave before turning to Sam. "Since you're the one that gave in to her and gave her the yoghurt, you're cleaning her up," Hermione pointed to Lily, before leaving the room.
"Jesus!" Sam cursed, having not realised the mess Lily could make with a small yoghurt pot.
She had it on her face, up her nose, around her mouth, in her hair and it covered her hands and fingers as if she'd just put her entire hand into the pot. It covered the table as well as there being some on the floor, there was even some on his jeans.
"Good luck getting it off her," Dean chuckled, seeing the way Lily clung to the pot and the spoon as if her life depended on it.
When Dean left the kitchen, he was leaving behind Sam and Lily, who were wrestling for the spoon and the empty yoghurt pot.