The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

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Sam drove them back to the motel since Hermione and Dean had both had more to drink, though they weren't exactly drunk so they should be hangover free the next morning. They stepped out of the car and headed up the metal staircase to their rooms.

"Why aren't you going with Hermione?" Sam asked as Dean stood next to him waiting for him to open the door, and Hermione was opening her own room beside them.

"I don't know what you mean," Dean shrugged, and Sam had to give it to him, he honestly looked confused.

"You do realise how thin the walls are, don't you?" He asked.

They both stiffened. Hermione dropped her beaded bag in shock and she and Dean looked at each other, before their eyes shot to Sam.

"What do you know?" Dean asked, trying to keep his face passive but it was hard given the situation.

"I know that the walls are very thin," he pointedly looked at the both of them.

"How long have you known?" Hermione asked.

"I've had my suspicions that there was something going on between the two of you for a while now, though my suspicions were confirmed last night, and given the conversation I overheard, I'm guessing it's not the first time you've slept together." They eyed each other, Sam was Dean's brother; it was his choice if he revealed their secret. "Just out of curiosity, how long have you been sleeping together?"

"Since the night we exercised the demon," Dean answered, waiting for his reaction.

Sam snorted. "The night you planned the deaths of twenty-three men you mean," he corrected. "It makes sense, you were a lot more joyful when I saw you the next morning," he smirked. He then looked between the two of them and nodded to himself.

"It doesn't bother you?" Hermione asked him.

"Not really," Sam shrugged. "Though now I have to be more careful when I enter the room, in case I walk in on something," he smirked. Hermione glared at him and he smiled sweetly. "Is this the reason why you decided to come with us?"

She sighed. "Partially, besides Dean and my friendship with you and Bobby, I came with you because it gives me the opportunity to learn something new and to experience something I normally wouldn't, as well as building a bridge between Hunters and the Wizarding World and hopefully it will aid in preventing the killings of my kind."

They both blinked, before she picked up her beaded bag and walked into her room. Dean glanced between the two doors and Sam rolled her eyes.

"You and I both know you'll try to sneak out later, there's no point, you would rather be in her room than ours, just go."

Dean didn't respond, he just walked to Hermione's door and opened it since she hadn't yet locked it. As Dean stepped inside, Sam spoke,

"Be mindful of your neighbours!" He called laughing and he heard Hermione cursing him and Dean's grumbles, before the door shut.

"Your brother is a menace," Hermione scowled as she took off her jacket and hung it over the chair at the table.

"I say, seeing as we're teaches, we teach him a lesson."

She turned around and arched her brow at him. "And what exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Chester?"

He smirked at her. "Well, Miss. Hart," he stalked towards her and she walked backwards until her back hit the wall. He caged her in with his arms on either side of her head, looking down at her with a devilish smile on his face, making her insides squirm and her knees weak. "Sammy's an auditory learner," was all he said before his mouth claimed hers, his hands gripped her hips and he took her breath away.