The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

Page count: 8

Bobby and Sam both turned their wide eyes to Castiel as he appeared in the living room, and not alone. He had a mumbling and writhing Hermione in his arms, and if they thought Dean looked bad, Hermione was worse. Even from the distance between them they could tell she'd lost weight and if it wasn't for the mumbling and writhing, they would think she was dead, judging by her waxy and sickly appearance.

"Cas? What the hell's going on?" Sam demanded to know.

Castiel didn't answered him, rather he walked over to the couch were Dean lay.

"Jesus!" Sam cursed and Bobby grumbled when there was a loud 'thud' and Harry appeared beside them, looking worried and his eyes widened when he saw that Dean was in a similar state to Hermione.

"You too?" he mumbled.

Sam seemed to understand what Harry was referring to. "Yeah, me too," he replied.

Harry pulled his wand as the Angel stared down at the couch confused, obviously wondering how the furniture would fit two people. In front of their eyes, the couch transfigured into a double bed and Castiel didn't speak as he lowered Hermione onto the mattress beside Dean and then he stepped back.

They watched in silence as their mumblings of the other's name stopped and in their sleep, they shifted closer to each other until they were touching, Hermione's chest to Dean's side.

Their pained groans and writhing stopped immediately after that and they both let out sighs in their sleep, the three humans looked to each other, and then back to Castiel as he continued to observe the sleeping pair.

"What the hell is going on?" Harry spoke, voicing the question they all wanted answers to.

The Angel finally tore his gaze away from Hermione and Dean and turned to face them.

"I believe there is more to their relationship than meets the eye," he frowned.

"You don't say?" Sam snapped, fed up with all of the tiptoeing around the subject. "You haven't seen them together, Cas. Not like I have. You haven't seen the way they respond to each other or the way they behave towards one another. Dean actually planned the deaths of twenty-three men for daring to touch Hermione! Hermione killed a lamia for kissing Dean. She killed a witch for threatening Dean's life! He listens to her. He watches her when she's reading a book; he just sits there and stares at her as if it's not creepy as hell. I've never seen Dean possessive of anyone, ever! And now, anyone that looks her way receives death glares or promises of pain and death. And to make it worse, they're like fucking bunnies when it comes to sex. It's not normal!" He exploded, but he was mindful to keep his voice as quiet as possible to not wake the sleeping pair.

Harry blinked in surprise since most of what Sam had said was news to him. Bobby was also shocked into silence, his mouth ajar slightly.

Castiel looked as stoic as usual, although Sam's statement regarding what Castiel had and hadn't seen wasn't exactly true. He had sensed a strange aura between Hermione and Dean the day they met, and since then, he had been observing them whenever he had the chance. He had seen their arguments and disagreements, the teasing and playful way they insulted each other. He'd seen the possessiveness and protectiveness they each had for the other. He'd seen the trust and respect grow between them and of the night when they first had sex, he had been drawn to them by the surge of power that had radiated from them. Castiel had spent most of the night covering Hermione's apartment building in Enochian sigils and Demon wardings to prevent anyone else from being drawn to it, and he was sure, many already had been.