The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

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"I'm hungry," Hermione complained as she sat in the passenger's seat beside Dean.

"We'll get you some food when we come to the nearest diner or gas station."

"You've been saying that for the last hour," she pouted, crossing her arms.

"And I meant it, there should be one or the other not far up ahead. We'll be at Bobby's in about an hour, anyway."

She fell silent, and he chuckled at her as they continued with their journey.

"There you go, a gas station," he pointed it out up ahead and she sat up straight, and before the car came to a complete stop, she was out the door and all but running to get herself some food.

Dean chuckled and shook his head at her, whilst he busied himself with refuelling, and once everything was paid for, they left and continued with their journey to Bobby's.

"When do you want to leave for England?" He asked her, before taking a bite of the sandwich she offered him, and let's be honest, it wasn't often she shared her food with someone so he took the chance while he could.

"As soon as possible, do Sam and Bobby know we're on our way and I'm safe?"

"No."

She sighed, before taking his phone from him and dialling Sam's number, which he picked up instantly.

"Fuck's sake, Dean, we've been trying to get a hold of you all night."

"It's Hermione, actually," she said.

"Hermione!" He yelled down the speaker and she winced.

"Ouch," she said.

"Sorry," he breathed out. "Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt? Where did he take you? Do you know why? What happened?"

She snorted at him. "Sam, calm down," she said slowly.

"Right, sorry, I'm calm," he said after taking a deep breath.

"Great, now I can understand you. I'm fine, thank you for asking. I wasn't hurt, just a bump on the head from where the arsehole knocked me out and a numb arse from the fact he tied me to the most uncomfortable chair he could've possibly found." He laughed and she heard Bobby in the back ground grumbling about 'priorities.' "I don't know where he took me; I just woke up in an abandoned warehouse. He took me because he's been having you watched and he wanted to know why I was travelling with you and why Dean was so protective of me. And other than the fact I gave him a verbal beating, insulted his looks, manners and intelligence, as well as threatening him, nothing really happened."

He laughed in disbelief down the speaker. "You have no fear; do you have any idea of who that was?"

"Well, not until after I woke up in the Impala and Dean told me I had sassed and threatened The King of Hell, but I wouldn't take it back. The arsehole had appalling manners. And if I had known who it was, I wouldn't have held back as much I did. I thought I was actually quite nice to him."

"Yeah, you're fine," he said amused.

"I used wandless and non-verbal magic against him when Dean turned up, and then I passed out and woke up in the Impala. We slept in the car, but we're on our way back now, we're about fifteen minutes out."

"And everything with you and Dean?" He asked, sounding hopeful.

She looked at Dean and he turned his head towards her and he smiled that smile, the one he reserved for her.