The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER TEN

Page count: 9

"Right, I want breakfast, anyone else?" Hermione asked as she was ensuring that everything was packed away into her beaded bag.

She was dressed in a simple pair of blue skinny jeans, black boots, a black tank top and a pale pink long-sleeved cardigan that fell to her knees. She threw her hair up on top of her head and secured it with her wand, keeping it within reach but out of sight.

"Now you're speaking my language," Dean commented, picking up his duffle bag.

"I'll check out and meet you at the car, I think we've got everything we can from here, we'll plan our next steps over breakfast," she said and they nodded in agreement.

Sam and Dean headed to the Impala and Hermione to the front desk where she checked out and assured the blushing teenager behind the counter -and she had once again scolded him for trying to look down her shirt- that she didn't want a refund for the remaining two days she paid for, and then she handed in the keys and left to the car with a laugh.

"What's got you cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West?"

Hermione scowled. "I do not cackle."

"You're a witch, witches cackle," Dean shrugged.

"No, they don't," she protested, but a memory of Bellatrix Lestrange flittered through her mind and she amended her response. "Alright, some mentally challenged witches cackle, but most don't, including me."

"What had you laughing?" Sam questioned, breaking the tension and rolling his eyes at their bickering.

"I caught the kid trying to look down my shirt again," she grinned and he chuckled at her.

"Come on, let's go find somewhere to eat, I'm starving and I need caffeine to get me through the day," Dean spoke.

It didn't take them long to find a cosy looking diner and they headed inside and took seats at a booth covered in red leather.

"Good morning, I'm Kelly, your server, what can I get for you?"

The short blonde with brown eyes asked in a bored voice. She wore white trainers with a pink waitresses outfit and a white apron, a note pad held in her hand and a pen poised and ready to take notes. Hermione didn't think she could look any more bored if she tried.

Sam ordered French toast and coffee, Dean ordered coffee and the greasiest thing on the menu and when it came to Hermione's turn to order, she had to gain the attention of the waitress first, as she was too busy staring at Dean, of who didn't seem to notice or if he did, didn't seem to care.

"Hi, Kelly was it? I'll have a cup of tea and pancakes, I'll take some chocolate sauce, strawberries, oh, and whipped cream, and I can't forget the syrup. You know what, I'll take some bacon and eggs, too."

Sam and Dean stared at her before snorting and Kelly left with a pout in Dean's direction, since he hadn't paid her any attention other than to order his breakfast.

"So, next steps?" Sam prompted.

"They're not here," Hermione spoke. "If they were nearby I would've gotten a reading on my wand, it's sensitive to dark magic having been around it most of my life," she shrugged. "It's best we leave and head to a different destination." A thoughtful look crossed her face. "After we're done here, we should head to a petrol station..."

"Gas station," Dean cut her off.

"Whatever, Winchester," Hermione rolled her eyes. "We should head there so I can pick up a map, I've tried plotting the deaths on a map to see if there's a pattern but as far as I could tell there wasn't, but I think I might've just thought of something that might help."