The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE

Page count: 9

Two weeks later...

"Come on, Glinda, we have to speak to the victim's families whilst Sam heads to the morgue," Dean said.

He walked over to the bed and sat himself down on the edge beside Hermione, who was currently curled up in a ball and cocooned in the duvet.

"Can you handle it on your own today?" She replied, her voice muffled by the fact the duvet was pulled over her head.

"Why? You not feeling well?" He questioned.

He pulled the covers back from her head to see she had a pinched look on her face, and he pressed his hand against her forehead.

"You do feel a little warm," he muttered.

"I feel sick, my back hurts, I have cramps and I swear that shrimp I ate last night was dodgy." He frowned. "Food poising and my period all in one day, why does God hate me!" She cried, pulling the blanket over her head.

Dean thought she was being a little dramatic but he was smart enough to not voice his thoughts.

"Alright, get some rest and I'll bring you soup for lunch."

"And chocolate."

"I don't really think you should be eating chocolate if you feel sick."

"I want chocolate," she said, pulling the cover away from her face to scowl at him.

"Alright, I'll bring you chocolate," he held his hands up. "Sammy's waiting so I better go, but I'll be back soon, alright?" She nodded. "Good, get some rest." He kissed her forehead before leaving the room, hearing the lock on the door, meaning Hermione had locked it magically.

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By the time he'd spoken to the victims' families and Sam had visited the morgue, it was after lunch and they headed to a diner to pick up some food, Dean getting Hermione soup, some chocolate and for extra bonus points, he got her a slice of chocolate fudge cake, knowing it was her favourite.

When they walked into the motel room the sound of Hermione throwing up in the bathroom met their ears. Sam's eyes widened and he turned to look at Dean.

"Oh My God! Is she pregnant!" He whispered.

"I wish," Dean muttered. "No, she's got food poisoning," he said, before making his way towards the bathroom as he heard the toilet flushing and the tap running in the sink.

He frowned when he saw Hermione, stood leaning against the wall and brushing her teeth. Her skin was sickly pale and he could see she'd sweated through her t-shirt, her hair stuck to her forehead and the back of her neck, and Dean knew if she hadn't have been leaning against the wall, she would be on the floor. She hadn't looked nearly as bad when he left a few hours ago.

"How are you feeling?" She glared at him weakly through the mirror. "I see," he spoke.

He walked over to her, lifting his hand to gauge her temperature and feeling that she was far hotter than she'd been that morning. She swayed on her feet and he caught her before she hit the floor.

"Sorry, went dizzy," she mumbled, still with her toothbrush in her mouth.

He frowned, before helping her to sit on the toilet so she couldn't fall. He closed the door behind him and made his way to the shower, switching it on and making sure the temperature was cool to help bring her temperature down. He then walked over to her and without speaking, he stripped her of her clothing and lifted her into the shower, seeing that she slumped down until she sat on the floor and she wrapped her arms around her knees and pulled them to her chest.