The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

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As Hermione came to, she quickly became aware of the soft leather beneath her, of the sound of a familiar engine, of the car moving and of the scent of Dean Winchester.

She shifted, realising that although her shoes had been removed, she was still in her clothing, a pillow cushioned her head and a blanket covered her, keeping her warm.

She made a sound of pain and slowly brought her hand up to her aching head, she heard the shifting in the seat in front of her, and several minutes later, the car came to a stop and the engine was shut off.

As the pain began to cease, she carefully pushed herself until she was sitting up and her eyes locked on Dean's.

"Careful, Sweetheart, you took a bang to the head," he said softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine, just a little sore. Thank you."

"For what?" He frowned.

"For rescuing me," she looked down at the ground. "I know it must've been an inconvenience to you and I ruined your plans but..."

"Hermione, you are not an inconvenience," he told her firmly, sounding appalled that she even thought that of herself. "When you need me, not even death will stop me from being there for you."

She looked down, feeling conflicted.

"Why did Sam tell me you were going back to England?" He asked her, in a tone that made it sound as though he was trying to remain calm.

She shrugged her shoulders pitifully and fiddled with her fingers. "You didn't come back," she said quietly. "Sam promised me you would, but you didn't. I took that to mean you no longer wanted anything to do with me, and I didn't want to outstay my welcome. Whether you wanted me or not, I couldn't leave without saying goodbye to you."

She looked up, seeing that there was a panicked look on his face.

"You're leaving," he whispered.

She shrugged again. "You didn't take the reveal well, and I assumed you hated me."

"Don't be fucking stupid!" He snapped, and her eyes flew up to his, seeing that aside from the panic, there was also anger there, too. "I don't hate you and I never have." She felt tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "If you want to leave, then don't let me keep you here."

"So you do want me to go?"

"Of course I don't want you to leave, you're my wife."

Her eyes widened at his words and at that point, she began sobbing in the back seat, her head in her hands and her body hunched over.

She heard the car door opening and closing before she was enveloped in the arms of Dean, and she felt herself melt into him as she brought her hands away from her face and wrapped them around him tightly.

"I'm sorry for shouting at you," he said softly, placing a kiss to her forehead. "But you've seriously misunderstood the situation. I left because I needed some fresh air and some time alone to process what we'd learned. I lost track of time and I was going to come back to Bobby's and talk to you, when that blonde got in the way. I'm sorry if I made you feel as though I don't want you."

"I'm so sorry," she cried into him. "But when you didn't come back every possible negative thought ran through my mind and they all said that you hated me, because I had trapped you in a relationship that will affectively be bound for life, possibly death, too."

He sighed. "I get it, emotions were running high, particularly for you since you found out that your mother wasn't who you thought she was. I'm not surprised that you're part Angel, well, I am a little, but to me you've always been my Angel," he confessed. "You've made me a better person. You've made my life better with your presence alone. You give me a reason to get up in the morning and to continue doing what I do. Despite the circumstances, we knew there was something different about us, and it just so happens that it's something you mentioned before. We're fated, there's no point in denying that and there's no point in denying that I want to be with you, no matter your lineage or magic."