The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FIFTY

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Dean ran to the space that had been vacated and if he hadn't been panicked before, he certainly was when he caught sight of Hermione's wand and bag on the ground. She was with the King of Hell and she was defenceless.

When he picked up her wand he felt it vibrating gently in his hand, but it didn't seem to dislike him holding it. It was as if it was trying to tell him something.

Dean made his way back to the Impala and climbed in, placing the objects on the seat beside him whilst he pulled out his phone and switched the battery back on, seeing that he had five voicemails and seven missed calls, but he would deal with those later, right now he needed to find and rescue Hermione.

He dialled Sam and he answered on the first ring, as though he had been waiting for him to call him.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU!" Sam yelled down the speaker, surprising Dean. "YOU IDIOT, HERMIONE'S LEAVING BACK TO ENGLAND BECAUSE SHE BELIEVES YOU DON'T WANT HER."

Panic turned into fear and he quickly cut off Sam before he could finish his angry tirade.

"Crowley kidnapped Hermione," he said, his voice cracking slightly due to his panic of her being taken and of learning that she wanted to leave him and go back to England.

"What?" Sam whispered and Bobby was heard in the background growling curses, before fast footfalls were heard along with the rustling of pages. "Why? Where? When?"

"Just now, she found me at a bar, I followed her and before I could get to her, Crowley appeared out of nowhere and took her. She's defenceless; I've got her wand and bag."

"Fuck!" Two curses were heard.

"Do you know why?"

"Stop asking stupid fucking questions," Dean snapped. "We need to find her."

"If we know why he took her, we might be able to pinpoint a possible location," Sam said calmly.

Dean took a deep breath, his hand gripping the steering wheel in frustration, but his eyes fell to the wand beside him, and he didn't know why, but he wanted to touch it.

He picked it up with his free hand and it began vibrating, he could feel Hermione's magic washing over his skin, as though she were in his presence and he frowned. After everything he had learned of magic both from Hermione and observing her using it, he knew it was capable of some frightening things, but also some wondrous things, too.

As every memory of her using magic flashed through his mind, he kept his eyes on the wand in his hand, drowning out the noise of Sam and Bobby talking over the speaker. And as his eyes remained on the wand, the vibrating became more violent until every nerve in his body tingled.

"Did Crowley say anything that would..."

"What was the spell Hermione used to track the Death Eaters?" Dean cut off Sam, blinking out of his daze.

"What?"

"The spell? What was the spell?"

"I don't see how that matters? You're not a wizard."

"Do you remember the spell or not!" He snapped.

"Yes, Point Me," he said.

Dean stared at the wand in his hand; he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and prayed that it would work.

"Point Me," he whispered.

At first nothing happened, but then he felt the wand being ripped from his hold and when he opened his eyes, it was spinning in the air so fast it was making him dizzy, and then it stopped, pointing south.