The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

Page count: 4

Hermione landed in the alley way of the bar she had tracked Dean to. Her plan had been to apparate to her apartment after making several apparition jumps, but she couldn't allow herself to leave without seeing Dean one last time, without at least saying goodbye to him, and so she easily tracked him to the bar that was several miles away from Bobby's.

She wiped away her tears, taking a deep breath and pulled out a cardigan from her beaded bag to fend off the chill. She pulled it around herself tightly and then entered through the doors, and much to her annoyance, it was a seedy looking bar. They had them everywhere!

Her eyes landed on Dean almost immediately and she felt nausea over take her when she saw the leggy blonde sat at the bar beside him, all but throwing herself at him and Dean didn't appear to be objecting to her behaviour; he was smiling at her.

She held back the tears; she would not allow herself to cry in front of him, not when he was the cause of her tears. She took a deep breath and approached him, stopping when she was behind them.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you, husband."

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Dean couldn't explain why he had left in the way he had. He just knew he needed to get out of there, out of the confinement of the room and the stuffy air. He needed time to be alone. He needed time to process everything that had been revealed by Castiel.

As so, before he realised it, he had left the house, jumped in the Impala and drove until he came to the first bar he found. He took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, blocking out the sounds of the music faintly playing, of the patrons laughing and playing pool, and the chatter that surrounded him.

In all honesty, Hermione being part Angel wasn't that surprising to him, well, it was, but to him it made sense. She didn't have the capabilities he knew Angels had, but he had been secretly referring to her as his Angel for a while now. She had changed him, she had saved his life in more ways than one. She gave him a reason to continue fighting the good fight, to continue living and to get up and out of bed in the morning.

She brought him laughter and light, compassion and life. Peace and quiet. Hope. She gave him hope that maybe he wouldn't be alone forever. That when he was ready he could have a family. And although it was unlikely he would be able to give up being a Hunter, even if he did have children, he knew that with help and support he could be the father his never was. But he also knew that he only wanted that with Hermione.

Yes, the marriage thing had come as a shock, especially to find out they had been married for weeks without them even knowing. He also thought he'd die before he had a chance to marry, and to be honest, he never thought he'd find someone that kept his attention long enough.

He had been evaluating his feelings for Hermione for weeks, and he knew there was no denying it. He loved her. He loved her to the point where she consumed his every thought. To the point where he knew he would never be the same without her. She made him better, stronger, wiser, and more understanding. He craved to hear her laughter, her taunts and teasing, and especially the sounds he could pull from her when he was ravishing her.

Fuck! He ran his hands through his hair, fighting off those thoughts and catching sight of the clock, seeing that he'd been gone for nearly two hours and he already missed her. He wondered what she thought of his leaving. Would she be hurt? Upset? He shook his head. No, Hermione was a logical person; she would understand that he just needed time to process the revelations of the evening. She would be waiting for him to return, he just knew it.

So, to conclude, he was in love with his girlfriend who was actually his unwitting wife, who also happened to be a kick-ass and powerful witch, that was part Angel, and his soul's perfect match. And without her he would be nothing but the old Dean Winchester, the Dean Winchester before meeting Hermione, and he never wanted to return to who he once was. He hated that person. So blinded by prejudice, by what he'd been taught. So numb and tired. The man that slept with a different woman at every chance he got and the man that drank until he passed out.