CHAPTER EIGHTY-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.
Page count: 8
Two months later...
"I'm hun..."
"Hungry, we know," both Dean and Sam interrupted Hermione and she scowled at them.
"We're about an hour out from Muncie, do you think you can wait?" Hermione looked at him as though he were stupid. Sam snorted and Dean shook his head, his mouth twitching at the corners. "I thought not, we're just about to pass through a town, I suppose we could stop for an hour to get you fed."
"She's not as bitchy when she's full," Sam spoke. Hermione turned in her seat to slap at his knee. He winced and Dean sniggered.
"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?" He said amused.
"For that comment, I'm going to order more than I usually would and you're paying for it," Hermione spoke.
Sam scoffed. "As if you don't already order everything on the menu."
"Sammy, you're pushing your luck. I can't stop her from hexing you, not that I would, the last time made my week."
"You're just frightened of her," he commented.
"That too," Dean admitted, knowing there was no point in denying the fact his wife was scary as hell when she was angry. She was even more frightening when she was hungry or tired. They made sure that she ate regular meals with snacks in-between for their happiness and safety.
"I am sat right here, you know?" Hermione huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"We know, you've been complaining of being hungry for the last two hours," Sam said.
Hermione turned around in her seat once more, this time leaning over the seat to smack him upside the head. Sam caught her hand before she could and she narrowed her eyes at him as he stared smugly.
"Don't make me come back there," she warned.
"I'd like to see you try," he scoffed.
Before Sam could blink and much to Dean's amusement, Hermione had climbed over her seat and into the back where she and Sam proceeded to have a scuffle whilst arguing and insulting each other.
Dean snorted and shook his head, his eyes darting between watching the road and the rear view mirror.
"You're going to get hurt, Sammy," Dean commented, not bothering to even attempt to break up the two squabbling Hunters.
"I doubt it...Ow! That hurt!" Sam whined.
Dean briefly looked behind him to see Sam scowling at a smug looking Hermione, while he rubbed at his chest, just where his nipple was. Dean burst out laughing, realising what Hermione had done.
"That's what you get for being a prat," she replied, before climbing back over the seat and sitting next to Dean.
"Feeling better?" Dean asked with a smirk.
"No, I'm still hungry. I haven't eaten in a few hours."
"Heaven forbid that you starve to death," Sam rolled his eyes.
Hermione spun around and narrowed her eyes. "Careful of you'll be getting another nipple twister," she warned.
Sam automatically brought both hands up to cover his chest, causing a rumble of laughter to erupt from Dean. He shook his head before his eyes landed on the sign, welcoming them to the town of Cicero. Dean frowned slightly, he was sure he'd been there before. Was there something he was missing? Something he couldn't remember?
He shook his head to clear his thoughts when the sounds of Hermione and Sam bickering brought him back to the present. It wasn't long when they came to a diner though due to the parking lot being small and there being no spaces available, they were forced to park a little ways away from it and walk down to it.
Dean had Hermione beside him with his arm draped over her shoulder and her arm wrapped around his back, whilst Sam walked beside her and they continued to bicker back and forth.
"You're just jealous my hair's prettier than yours," Sam said, giving his hair a dramatic flick and Dean snorted.
"Everyone has hair better than mine; it's practically a bird's nest on top of my head."
"I like it," Dean shrugged, reaching up to tug at a curl, but his comment went unnoticed.
"Well, you're jealous I'm bigger than you," Sam said.
"Everyone's bigger than me, I'm the smallest out of everyone in the family, disregarding Molly and the children, and soon they'll be bigger than me, too," she rolled her eyes.
"I like your size," Dean shrugged, but again his comment went unnoticed.
"I'm prettier than you," Sam spoke.
Hermione snorted but before she could speak, Dean spoke first. "No you're not, she outstrips you by miles, stop trying to wind her up; it'll only end in tears."
Hermione stuck her tongue out at Sam and he smacked her upside the head in response, so she shoved him and he walked into a lamp post.
Hermione yelped when Sam pinched her in the side and Dean snorted when Sam took off in a run and Hermione chased after him. Dean shook his head and chuckled.
When did he become the adult?
He slowly made his way down the path, his eyes dating between the houses that he past and Sam and Hermione continuing to try and injure each other, when he was stopped by a voice calling his name.
"Oh My God, Dean? Dean Winchester?"
Dean stopped in his steps and turned to his left, seeing a pretty brunette making her way down the drive towards him. He frowned, he was sure he'd seen her before and out of habit, his hand moved to his pocket where he had his guns hidden.
His eyes flickered back up to the house, seeing a blonde stood in the door way of the house with a raised eyebrow.
"I can't believe it's you," the brunette said. Dean's frown deepened and she noticed and chuckled. "You don't remember me, do you?" She said, though she didn't sound offended, more amused and she stopped not far in front of him.
Before he could stop himself he shook his head.
"It's been a few years since we saw each other," she spoke. "I'm Lisa."
Dean furrowed his brow in thought and his eyes swept her face before the light bulb went off. Cicero, Indiana, that's why the town sounded familiar to him. He'd been there before and had a one night stand. His eyes scanned his surroundings nervously, not seeing Sam or Hermione. He wasn't sure whether to be relieved or not.
"Oh, Lisa, I remember, how you doing?" He asked, his hand dropping away from his pocket.
She smiled at him. "I'm doing well, thanks, you?"
"I'm good," he replied.
"Lisa, aren't you going to introduce us?" The blonde from the house made her way down to them.
Dean felt like shooting her. He'd been looking for a way out of the conversation and away from Lisa as soon as possible, but the blonde went and screwed that up.
"This is Dean," Lisa said.
"Oh, Dean?" The blonde smirked. "As in 'the best night of my life, Dean?'"
Dean shuffled on his feet. God! He hoped Hermione hadn't heard that.
No such luck.
"Dean? What's going on?"
He turned his head and saw Hermione approaching with a frown on her face, her eyes sweeping over the two women, one of them a previous one night stand. Why did God hate him?
"Nothing, Sweetheart," he spoke with a smile, wrapping his arm around her shoulders when she was close enough and pulling her into his side, hoping to quell the jealousy the bond created. "I just bumped into someone I knew a few years ago."
"When you say you knew..." She said knowingly.
He sighed, there was no point in denying it; it would only make the situation worse. "Yeah, one night stand, but it was years ago, nothing for you to worry about."
"Are you sure about that, 'best night of my life, Dean?'" She said with a slight glare.
He knew it wasn't her fault; the bond was pushing those emotions onto her so he didn't take it personally.
"I'm not that person anymore, thanks to you I'm a better man," he muttered into her ear, placing a kiss to her temple.
He caught the disbelieving stare Lisa had trained on him and he sighed again.
"Well, this is awkward," he heard the amused voice of his brother from behind him and Dean glared when he came up beside him.
"You can say that again," Dean said. "Lisa, this is my brother, Sam, and my wife, Hermione."
Lisa spluttered in surprise. "Wife?"
"Why so surprised? Were you hoping to go another round with him?" Hermione asked lightly. Dean pinched her side in warning. "What?" She asked innocently. "It's merely an observation, I'm a woman, I know what one looks like when they're thinking of getting you into bed, and what she wants is written as clear as day across her face."
Lisa looked to be so surprised she couldn't form a response, whether it was at Hermione's words or accent it was anyone's guess.
Dean turned his eyes to Lisa, seeing the way her cheeks had darkened and he raised an eyebrow. Had Hermione's words had some truth to them? Had Lisa been planning to get him to fall back into bed with her? Or was she just embarrassed and shocked?
"It doesn't matter what her intentions had been, it would never happen again. I'd never risk losing you or jeopardising our marriage," Dean spoke.
She shrugged her shoulders and moved her arm so that it wrapped around his waist and she leaned against him.
"This has got to be one of the most awkward meetings ever," Sam spoke.
Hermione tore her narrowed gaze away from Lisa and to Sam. "You can say that again, Sammy."
"It was just a coincidence we bumped into each other, to be honest I didn't even remember her until she told me her name," he spoke quietly so only Hermione would hear, though Sam heard him, too, and he rolled his eyes in response.
"You're married?" Lisa asked slowly, after finally pulling herself together.
"I am," Dean replied.
Lisa frowned. "I didn't take you for the marriage type."
"You obviously don't know him like I do," Hermione said.
Lisa blinked. "How long have you been married?"
"Over year," Dean said, his mouth twitching into a smile and he looked down at Hermione. "And it's been the best year of my life," he said, leaning down to place a kiss to Hermione's forehead and she's leaned further into him. "I don't know what I did to deserve her, but I'm grateful she's mine."
Lisa blinked again, her eyes darting between Hermione and Dean, whilst Sam stuck his hands in his pockets and did his best to control his amusement with the situation.
They caught sight of movement from the corner of their eyes and they all turned their heads to see a young boy riding a bike, with earphones held in place and he appeared to be singing along to which ever song was playing.
"Ben," the brunette called and the young boy came to a stop not far from them before he removed the earphones, climbed off his bike and pushed it the rest of the way.
"What, Mom? I haven't done anything, I swear," he replied.
"I don't believe that for a second. Go inside and wash up, lunch should be done in fifteen minutes," she replied.
Ben stopped at the group, eyeing the three Hunters curiously, whilst they returned the gesture. Upon closer inspection, the young boy can't have been older than ten, he had light brown hair and green eyes similar to Dean's and when Hermione and Dean saw this, both their eyes widened and their eyes shot up to Lisa.
"Alright," Ben shrugged, before turning and heading to the house.
"You have a son?" Dean said slowly. Lisa nodded. "How old is he?"
"Eight, coming up nine."
Dean made a noise of surprise; that time frame fit around the time he met Lisa. He felt Hermione's hand drop from his waist. He looked down at her, seeing the way her face had contorted in pain and shock and he caught the way her hand moved up to cradle her child-free stomach. She looked horrified.
She stumbled back before turning her wide eyes to him and before he could say anything, she turned and ran off down the path. Dean made to go after her but Sam put his hand on his shoulder and stopped him.
"Before you destroy my brother's marriage, I think you better give us some answers and you do so quickly," Sam spoke with his eyes narrowed slightly and a no nonsense tone to his voice. "Is he Dean's son?"
Lisa blinked. "No."
"Are you sure? You can't deny he looks like him and I'm guessing the time frame fits, judging by the look on my brother's face."
"No, he's not the father, I swear. I met Ben's father almost a year after I did Dean. We separated when Ben was a baby."
Dean let out a huge sigh of relief, before turning and quickly making his way down the path to where he could see Hermione pacing back and forth, tugging on her hair and muttering to herself.
He stepped in front of her and wrapped his arms around her tightly when she walked into him. He refused to let go when she tried to pull away from him, and before she could verbally destroy him, or worse, hex him, he spoke.
"He's not mine," he said. "I promise, she just confirmed it. She met the kid's father almost a year after she did me."
Hermione instantly relaxed into him and her head fell forward until it pressed against his chest.
"I know, Sweetheart, trust me, you weren't the only one surprised by her appearance."
"How many are there, Dean? I need to know, you know everything about my past relationships and now I realise that I don't know anything about yours. What if we bump into another of you one night stands?" She looked up at him, barely containing the tears that were threatening to fall.
He sighed, knowing she was right. "In all honesty, I don't know how many there were and I'm not going to lie to you about that. But what I will say is that I can't remember most of their names. Before meeting you I drank a lot and I used sex as a way to help me deal with the darkness in my life. After a while the drink and the sex stopped working and I was just numb. Numb to everything. And then you came along, my Angel. I don't drink because I don't have to, and I don't sleep around because I don't want to. You are the only one that I want. You are the only one that I need. You are my present and my future. You've made me a better man, a better friend, brother and son, and a better Hunter. You've made me a husband, a partner and companion for life and soon, I'll be a father, too. All of this I believed to be impossible until I met you."
"How do you know you don't have any children from any of your one night stands?"
"I was always very careful, I made sure we were both using protection even when I was too drunk to walk. I never wanted kids and I never wanted a relationship, at least until I met you. I could never even imagine being with anyone else but you and I could never imagine anyone but you being pregnant with my babies. I am committed to you and our future family one hundred and ten percent. I would do anything and give anything to make you happy. I can't guarantee that we won't run into another woman I may have slept with in the past, but what I can guarantee is that you'll only ever be the one that I want. You'll only ever be the one that I love. And you'll only ever be the one that matters. No one in my past holds a candle to you and as far as I'm concerned, you're the only one that counts. I love pie."
She sighed. "I love pie, too," she replied.
He smiled down at her and pushed her hair out of her face, before leaning down to kiss her. She bit her lip and he raised an eyebrow.
"It's been five days," she said.
He frowned before understanding came to him. "You're most fertile," he said with a mischievous grin. "Well, we're definitely getting our own room when we get to Muncie, and I hope you're well rested because neither of us is going to be getting any sleep, I'm doubling my efforts into putting a baby in you. And don't forget to cast a Silencing Charm, we don't want to be getting kicked off the premises for all the noise you're going to be making."
She rolled her eyes. "You're an idiot."
"I am," he agreed, "But you love me anyway."
"I suppose I do, all the torture I've faced over the years must've done more damage to my brain than previously realised."
"Cheeky Witch," he muttered, bringing his mouth close to hers.
"You like it and you know you do."
He chuckled before kissing her. They pulled back when they heard footsteps approaching.
"Everything alright?" Sam asked them.
"Perfect," Hermione and Dean replied together and Sam rolled his eyes, as he always did when they spoke in sync.
"I'll be right back," he said to Hermione.
She nodded and he kissed her once more before walking back over to Lisa, seeing that the blonde had disappeared.
"Well, I would say it was nice seeing you, but to be honest, it was awkward as hell," Dean said. "I better be going, I promised my wife lunch and I'll never hear the end of it if I don't get her fed soon. I hope you and your kid have a good life."
"Yeah, you too," she replied, clearly sounding disappointed that it was clear they would likely never see each other again or that he would be interested in going to bed with her. "She's pretty."
"She's beautiful," Dean corrected. "And she's strong, brave, and witty as hell, and I've never met anyone as smart as her. She's borderline Stephen Hawking's genius."
"You love her, don't you?"
"I wouldn't have married her if I didn't know she was the one for me."
"I never thought I'd see Dean Winchester married," she commented.
"Well now you have, and if we do happen to run into each other again, you'll see me as a father, too." Lisa spluttered. "That's right, my wife and I are trying for a baby and I can't wait until the day she tells me she's pregnant. Anyway, I better go, bye," Dean turned and walked off, leaving behind the stuttering brunette and rushing off to catch up with his wife and brother.