The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER EIGHTY

Page count: 13

Two weeks later...

"I'm sorry," Dean said, stopping Hermione in front of their motel room door.

"What for?" She questioned with a frown.

"I know this isn't how you wanted to spend your Christmas, in a motel room and covered in, whatever this stuff is," he grimaced.

He looked down at himself, seeing that he was covered in sewage and waste as they'd chased a vampire into the sewers. Sam was the worst off and Hermione wasn't far off, since she'd tripped and fallen to her knees in the disgusting filth, whereas Sam had slipped and fallen backwards into it.

Dean couldn't deny that even covered in sewage, Hermione had been beautiful in her annoyance and anger at the vampire for dragging them down to the sewers, and she took his head off with once quick and precise spell. He hadn't even seen it coming.

Hermione had spelled them as clean as she could in order to prevent them from dirtying up Baby and in the end, she'd cast Ventilation Charms to help keep the smell out of the car, and she'd cast a spell on the leather seats to protect them from the smell and sewage, too.

"Dean, I don't care where we are, all that matters is that we're together. This is our first Christmas together. If it meant we were together, I'd spend it in the bloody sewers we've just come from. I'm more than happy having Christmas in a grungy motel room, so long as I have you with me."

"I'd kiss you but..."

"Shower first," she nodded. "Sam, get a move on!" Hermione called over her shoulder.

"Alright, I'm coming, keep your witch's hat on," he called back.

Hermione would wait until they were in the motel room to hex him.

"What hex you going to use?" Dean asked knowingly.

"One that the protection runes won't defend against," she said with a dark look to her face. Dean snorted.

When Sam reached them, Hermione pressed her wand to the door and it swung open and the brothers stepped inside, looking around with wide, surprised eyes, and even Hermione had to admit the house-elves had outdone themselves.

The ceiling was covered in hanging decorations, Christmas lights covered the walls and windows, and there was an eight-foot-tall Christmas tree sat in the corner and it barely fit in the room. It was decorated beautifully with red, silver and gold baubles and tinsel and the star that sat atop the tree twinkled brightly. And it wouldn't be Christmas without the fairies flittering about the room or the snow that fell from the ceiling before disappearing just before it landed on their heads.

"Merry Christmas, boys, and welcome to your first magical Christmas," Hermione said softly.

They turned around to stare at her, speechless.

"How?" Sam muttered.

"The house-elves," she smiled. "They couldn't not decorate this place once they'd learned we weren't returning home for Christmas."

"It's amazing," he said in awe, his eyes looking up to the ceiling, seeing the snow and... "Are those what I think they are?"

"Yes, real life fairies. They're fairy lights," she giggled.

They blinked dumbly.

~000~000~000~

"Present time," Hermione said excitedly

She jumped on the bed beside Dean, dressed in the ugliest pair of Christmas pyjamas the brothers had ever seen, but they didn't mention that seeing how happy she was. She was positively glowing with the biggest grin they'd ever seen on her face.