The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

Page count: 8

Three days later...

"What the bloody hell was that?" Hermione panted, leaning against the door that she had just slammed shut behind her.

It was now three days later and they were still at the hotel they had checked into, and although it was quite nice and far better than the motels they had stayed in, it was tarnished by the fact it was haunted.

"That, was a violent spirit," Dean panted also, leaning against a wall with a bar of iron in one hand and a gun loaded with salt pellets in the other.

"Remind me to introduce you to the spirits in my world."

"Why?"

"They're a lot nicer and most of them don't try to kill you, in fact, most of them ignore your existence."

"If only it were that easy," he replied.

Hermione gave a shriek of surprise when the head of the ghost appeared beside her, through the door, and she jumped and ran, all but hiding behind Dean.

"You okay there?" He asked, despite the situation she could tell he was amused by her reaction.

She stood taller. "Yes, he just startled me," she said, her eyes flickering over to the middle-aged man stood in front of the door way, and he was eyeing both her and Dean in a way she didn't like.

"What's taking him so long?" Hermione grumbled.

"Sammy has to dig up the bones first, and that takes time," Dean replied, his eyes on the ghost, the gun aimed at it should it come any closer to them.

"Next time, I'll do it and you can deal with the ghost, with a few spells I can have the earth dug up, the bones destroyed and put back in place so no one would notice anything being different."

"You're just telling me this now, because?"

"Well I'm sorry, I've been a little distracted by Freddy McCreeperson over there."

"McPeterson," he corrected, but she knew he found her comment funny.

The ghost seemed to be contemplating his next move, whilst watching the two of them bicker, and suddenly he lunged forward, and just before he could reach them, Dean pulled the trigger on his gun, a salt pellet passing straight through the ghost's stomach and he disappeared from view.

Hermione sighed in relief, only to scream when the ghost reappeared beside her, and a knife appeared from nowhere, aimed straight at her heart, and then, it burst in flames and the knife dropped to the ground.

She stepped back and watched as the flames devoured the spirit and he was dragged underground. She stared at the floor in surprise and then turned to Dean.

"Okay, I have a new found appreciation for you and the scary shit you deal with."

He snorted at her, slinging his arm over her shoulders and then walking out of the room, and back to their hotel room to wait for Sam to return.

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A week later....

"Sam! Duck!" Hermione called.

Sam dropped to the floor, scraping his hands on the twigs and dried leaves of the uneven ground of the forest they were running through, and just as he hit the ground, the large club that had been thrown went over his head and slammed into two trees, splitting the wood and sending both trees tumbling to the ground.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled.

"I'm okay," he yelled back, standing up and continuing to dart between the trees as there was a deafening roar of fury from behind him.