The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

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"And now for the personal questions," Castiel spoke, breaking them out of their trance.

"Those weren't the personal questions?" Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"No,"

"And what makes these future questions personal?"

"Sex," he said bluntly.

Hermione narrowed her eyes on him. "And why do you want to know about our sex lives?"

"It may be important to what I have discovered."

"What do you want to know?"

"I want your comparison between Dean and your ex-partners."

"Why?"

"It may be important to what I have discovered," he repeated.

She sighed and turned her eyes to Dean.

He shrugged. "You've already told me about the assholes you've dated, there's nothing you're going to tell him that I don't already know."

She turned her eyes to Sam and Bobby, who were looking at her with raised eyebrows, waiting for her to decide whether they were to leave or stay.

"Things with Dean are different," she spoke, turning to Castiel.

"How so?"

"He brings out the feline traits in me."

"And the others didn't?"

"No, well, my eyes changed, but that was it."

"Hang on? What feline traits?" Sam asked confused.

"During my second year at Hogwarts I made a potion to help sneak Harry and Ron into the Slytherin common room, so they could try to find information on the identity of The Heir of Slytherin. This potion allows you to become the perfect clone of a person for an hour, when you add in one of their hairs. The hair I collected was from a girl's school robes, and unfortunately it wasn't human as I believed it to be, but feline. It belonged to the cat of the witch. The potion is only meant for human transfigurations and so there were some complications. I turned into a strange human-cat hybrid and I was stuck in the hospital wing for a couple of weeks until the effects were reversed, but to this day, I still show some characteristics that you would associate with the feline species, though they only tend to show during sex."

Bobby chuckled and Sam burst out laughing, his hand pressed to his stomach and his head thrown back.

"When you're quite finished," she scowled at him and he sobered immediately.

"Sorry," he coughed.

"My point being, with my ex-partners the only trait that showed was my eyes changing to be more feline-like. But with Dean, I showcase traits that I didn't even know I had."

"Such as?" Castiel asked.

"Claws and purring."

Sam started laughing again. "I knew I wasn't hearing things, I knew I heard purring coming from your room." Hermione and Dean both glared at him and once more, he sobered at their looks. "Sorry, you forget the walls in the motels are really thin and when you don't cast Silencing Charms, I can hear everything."

"You grow claws?" Castiel asked.

"Yes," she sighed.

Dean stood and turned, lifting his shirt to show his back and their eyes widened and they choked when they saw the entirety of his back covered in scars that were obviously caused by sharp claws. They had all healed since he and Hermione had been apart and he was quickly reminded that they hadn't had sex in nearly two weeks and the thought made him want to convince Hermione to whisk them away to her apartment, where he could ravish her until neither of them could move. God, he missed her! He wished she hadn't fought his wandering hands in their shared shower.