The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

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Hermione stood there, staring in surprise as she slowly came back to herself, only just realising that she had killed a teenage girl.

Her eyes flickered to Dean, who was staring off behind him at the body, he turned his head and his gaze locked onto Hermione's, and when that happened she rushed over to him, forgetting about the dead body and the other unconscious teen. She dropped onto her knees in front of him, her eyes scanning him for injuries as her hands did the same, running over his face and chest.

When she reached his throat, she saw blood trickling from the small cut that had been made from the knife. She pressed her wand to the injury and focused her attention on healing it, when she pulled her wand away, the cut and blood were gone, looking as though nothing had happened.

"You weren't kidding about being good with knives," Dean said quietly. "I don't even think I could've made that shot," he said and Hermione was surprised that he appeared to be more amused with the situation, rather than judging her for killing a teenaged girl.

She knew she would hate herself when she had time to process everything that had happened, but all she could feel was relief. Relief that Dean wasn't hurt. He was safe.

She breathed out and suddenly flung her arms around his neck, pulling herself against him and hugging him tightly, breathing in his scent of motor oil, gun powder and soap. Dean didn't comment on her suddenly trying to squeeze the oxygen from his lungs, he simply brought his arms to wrap around her, holding her against him. He buried his head against her neck, her fallen curls tickling his forehead and he placed a calming kiss to her shoulder.

"I'm fine," he said, seeming to know why it was she currently clinging to him like a terrified kitten. Sam for his part, stood back, looking around the room awkwardly.

Hermione took a final deep breath, pulling her head back to rest her forehead against his. His green eyes locked onto hers, there was no judgement there, only understanding and pride.

She pulled back entirely and stood up, Dean doing the same and she made her way over to the unconscious Blake, running her wand over him as she cast a few diagnostic spells.

"So, how is he involved in all of this?" Sam cleared his throat. "He just turned up out of nowhere, during the distraction she began chanting and trying to kill me."

"Just give me a moment," she spoke, before kneeling on the ground, and using Legilimency on the unconscious teenager. It was several minutes later when she pulled back, since she took the time to alter the poor teen's memories, so he would never remember any of what had happened, nor that he had something to do with it.

She sighed and stood up, before walking over to the couch and plopping herself down on to it. "Blake wasn't aware of his actions, the best way to describe it is it being similar to a possession. I took samples from the chalices of blood I found." They both grimaced. "It wasn't just dark magic she was practicing, but blood magic which is very dangerous. I don't know how, but Jane was able to get her hands on some of Blake's blood, and with this, she was able to control his mind. He tried to fight against the magic, but it was too powerful and he was helpless, he was forced to do anything she told him to. He had access to Kristy, Frier and Poldark, he's the one that slipped the hex bags into their belongings without them noticing. I've altered his memories. He won't remember anything that happened, not that he aided Jane or that she was controlling his mind, not turning up here, and he believes that we're ordinary substitute teachers."

"We should probably leave, we'll put in an anonymous call. We can't make her disappear, the best we can hope for is a murder investigation, until the case goes cold," Sam commented softly, not wanting to upset her.