The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN

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It had been a few days since they had left the Cambridge apartment and they started checking out the cases Bobby had been tracking for them since they'd been away. The first case hadn't taken very long at all, in Dean's words it had been a 'simple salt and burn' case, in which it took them longer to drive to their destination than it did to banish the spirit. They hadn't even bothered booking into a motel for the night, simply leaving for their second case, and they slept in the car overnight.

It had taken them a day and a half of travel to reach their destination of Lewistown, Pennsylvania, and their investigation did have a few strange elements to it, but it spanned nearly three nearby towns, as if the cause was moving from town to town. Whilst Sam was investigating, Dean and Hermione were on their way to Allentown -which was approximately three hours away- to investigate, so they when the returned to Sam in Lewistown, they could compare what they had found.

Dean and Hermione were halfway to their destination, with Dean driving and Hermione sat in the passenger's side with her feet resting in his lap and her back pressed up against the door.

"Life is a highway, I wanna ride it all night long! If you're going my way, I wanna drive it all night long!" They both sang loudly along to the radio, and if Sam had been there, he would be both complaining and laughing, but since he wasn't, they sang as loudly and as badly as they wanted to.

Hermione laughed loudly, her head falling back against the window and Dean was laughing along with her, he reached over and turned down the radio so the music was no longer blaring and they could hear each other speaking.

Hermione's smile was wide, her eyes sparkling and her skin lightly flushed, and she caught Dean watching her before he turned his eyes back on the road, then back to her.

"What?" She asked smiling.

"This is the life," Dean commented.

"Hmm?" She hummed, shifting in her seat slightly to get more comfortable.

"I've got my beautiful wife, the Impala and the open road," he gave her a charming smile.

"Do you want some crackers to go with that cheese?" Hermione teased.

He snorted at her. "How do you relate everything to food?"

"It's my hidden talent," she shrugged. "If Sam heard you say that, you'd never hear the end of it."

"Which is why I said it now, and if you tell him, I'll...." He frowned, trailing off.

"You'll what?" She smirked.

"Then I'll hide your banoffee muffins," he said smugly.

Her smirk widened. "You play dirty, Winchester."

"It's a family trait," he replied.

"But you are aware that I can summon them with magic? No matter where you hide them, they'll find me."

"I hate magic," he muttered childishly.

"No you don't, you think it's awesome. True born magic that is, not that cheap imitation Hell offers," she said and he snorted at her.

She saw the lights of a flashing siren before she heard it.

"Dean, you're going to have to pull over," she muttered.

He lifted his eyes to the rear view mirror to see the police car following behind them. He sighed, before pulling over on the quiet road.

"You weren't speeding, there's nothing wrong with the car, why the hell have we been pulled?" She asked.