The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

Page count: 8

They landed in Bobby's living room and the sight that met their eyes was Sam pacing back and forth and Bobby sat on the arm chair, his leg bouncing nervously and his arms crossed.

"I told you they'd be worried," Hermione said to Dean, and both Sam and Bobby's eyes snapped to them.

"Thank God, you're alright, where the hell have you been?" Sam demanded, scowling at them.

"Sorry, Dad, I didn't realise I would need permission to shower," Hermione replied and Dean chuckled at her sass. "I left both my wand and bag here."

"You did?" Sam questioned, and his eyes caught sight of them on the coffee table. "Oh, you did," he cleared his throat and shuffled on his feet.

"Where were you? You can't have gone far and you certainly didn't use the shower here."

"I called for Mimsy and she took us to my apartment so we could shower, it's too far to apparate and my magic's unsettled and I didn't want to risk floo travel or port keying," she shrugged. "Anyway, the house-elves are preparing your breakfast and it should be here soon."

"How are you feeling?"

"Fine," she answered. Bobby looked as though he didn't believe her. "I promise, I feel fine. As I said, my magic's unsettled which will make me jittery for a little while, but other than that I'm fine."

"And you?" Bobby asked Dean.

"Fine," he shrugged. Two pairs of eyes narrowed on the pair and they caught sight of them holding hands, and they didn't appear to be letting go of the other any time soon.

"What the hell happened to you?" Sam asked, changing the subject and sitting down on the still transfigured bed.

"We don't know, but we talked and we had the same symptoms," Dean answered.

"Why aren't you worried by this?"

"There's no point in worrying, it's not going to help us figure anything out. When we come to knowing the answers, we'll deal with it then," he replied.

"Cas is working on it."

"What do you mean?" Hermione frowned.

"Harry found you when you didn't turn up for work, he called for Cas and he brought you here to Dean. The moment you were placed side by side, you calmed down. He thinks that whatever is happening between the two of you is supernatural, but neither of you are to blame. He thinks he's seen something similar before, he's gone back up to Heaven to scour the archives for answers, he'll return when he knows something."

"When was this?"

"Four days ago, you've been out for four days."

"Oh, Merlin, Harry must be so worried, and the others, I'll have to contact them and..."

"Calm down, Harry knows," Sam interjected. "He tracked you here and he was present when Cas explained everything to us. He's been back once a day to check on you. As far as I'm aware, he's been covering for you at work and no one knows that you're back here. They all think you're ill. He'll be back later in the day to check on you. Your owl's here, too, he's got a thing for ice-cream, by the way."

"You gave him ice-cream!" Hermione screeched and they all winced.

"I may have done," he said sheepishly.

"You know he's on a diet."

"Hermione, he gave me the eyes! The eyes! I couldn't not give him some."

"You're such a push over, allowing a bloody owl to manipulate you," she scowled at him and Dean laughed. He had missed this.