The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

Page count: 6

They returned to the motel only for Dean and Hermione to change their clothing and pick up the things they needed. Hermione dressed in a tracksuit jacket, a black t-shirt, a pair of black skinny jeans and black boots, whilst Dean wore his customary leather jacket, with a t-shirt, well worn jeans and his boots. Hermione made sure her wand was secure and hidden up her sleeve, whilst her spare was hidden in her boot. She could see both Sam and Dean stuffing knives and guns into the waistbands of their jeans and under the legs of their jeans.

"All set?" Dean asked, and for some reason which Hermione couldn't fathom, he looked worried. She nodded, picked up her beaded bag and slipped it into her jacket pocket, before leaving out the door and heading to the car.

They had looked up Jane's address and the drive to her house wasn't a long one, but it was quiet and tense. They parked several houses away and climbed out, walking down the street and to the correct house.

As Hermione approached, she could see several lights on but it appeared to be quiet. Hermione looked around, before casting a heat signature detection charm, the results showing their only being one found, but not their positioning in the house.

Sam shrugged, before pressing the door bell and they waited, there was no answer and so he tried again. He shared a look with Dean, before turning his attention to Hermione.

"Can you?" Sam nodded at the door and waved his hand as if he had a wand in it.

Dean looked confused until Hermione nodded and pointed her wand at the door handle.

"Alohamora," she muttered, and the lock 'clicked' open. Sam pushed the door open and Dean looked down at her in surprise.

"That'll come in handy," he commented and she laughed lightly, before putting her game face on.

They stepped into the house, Sam, Dean and then Hermione and they looked around their surroundings.

"It's too quiet," Hermione muttered, her eyes flickering in every direction.

"Aren't teenage girls suppose to be loud, storming down the stairs, music blaring, that kind of thing?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know? I wasn't exactly a regular teenage girl, was I?" She looked at Dean with a look that all but said he was stupid for even asking her, and Sam snorted.

"Guys, as funny as this is, we have a witch to deal with?" Sam interrupted and just as he said this, Hermione, Dean and Sam suddenly found themselves glued to the wall. Dean's gun was pulled from his hand, as was Sam's, luckily Hermione still had her wand hidden.

"You better not be responsible for this, Glinda," Dean grumbled.

She rolled her eyes at him. "Of course I'm not, you muppet," she shot back.

"Guys!" Sam interrupted, and they turned their eyes away from each other, to Sam, then to the stairs where Jane was currently stood, an open book in hand, a smirk on her face and her eyes so dark, they were almost black.

"I knew you weren't teachers," Jane spoke coldly.

"Oh, the wicked witch is home," Dean commented lightly.

He grunted when he was pulled from the wall, only to slam back into it with a whispered chant from Jane's lips.

Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously at seeing Dean getting injured and her protective instincts flared up.

She heard Dean chuckle from beside her. "Shouldn't have done that, Sweetheart," he told Jane, his voice rumbling in amusement "Fucker!" He cursed, when he was brought back from the wall only to slam into it harder than the first time.