The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO

Page count: 9

One month later....

"No, I'm not doing it."

"Come on, Sweetheart."

"No, someone else can do it."

"You're the only one that can pass as an eighteen years old girl."

"No, another Hunter can take the case."

"We're the closest."

"I don't care, I'm not doing it."

"What aren't you doing?" Sam asked, walking into their room after collecting breakfast since it was his turn that morning.

"We've got a case in Price, Utah," Dean answered.

"And?" Sam questioned with a raised eyebrow, looking at Hermione as she sat on the bed with a scowl on her face and her arms crossed over her chest.

Hermione glared at Dean, before turning to Sam. "And your brother wants to take it."

"Why is that a bad thing? And why is he suddenly my brother, and not your husband?"

"He's not my husband today," she sniffed. "And it's a bad thing because it requires one of us to go undercover in a high school."

"We've done that before, and from what I remember the kids loved you," he shrugged.

Hermione glared at Dean once more.

"It's not as a teacher, but a student," Dean said.

"And not just any student, but a bloody cheerleader, too," Hermione fumed.

Sam looked between Dean and Hermione and he burst out laughing.

"It's not funny," she hissed, and he quickly pulled himself together, seeing that her wand hand was twitching.

"Why a cheerleader?" He asked.

"Three have died in the last nine months," Dean answered.

"What we thinking, ghost? Demon?"

"Possible ghost," Dean nodded. "The only way into the school is through Hermione going undercover as a cheerleader; she'll be able to get insider knowledge."

"Good idea," Sam nodded.

"Excuse me! It's not a good idea! It's a very, very bad idea and I'm not doing it!"

"Why not?" Dean pouted.

Sam got the feeling Dean wanted Hermione in that uniform for more than one reason and he grimaced at the thought, though it didn't surprise him.

"First of all, there is no way they're going to believe I'm eighteen, and second of all, there is not a chance in hell I can pass myself off as an experienced cheerleader. I can't dance and I sure as hell can't do gymnastics."

"She's got a point, they'll want her to audition first, that's even if there's any spaces available," Sam said.

"There is, I checked the school website. And they'll let her on, they're desperate, with the cheerleaders dying their numbers have dropped and so have the number of girls interested in trying out for the team."

"I am absolutely not doing it!"

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"I hate you," Hermione muttered, bending down and looking through the window of the Impala, as she was currently stood in the car park of the high school.

Dean grinned at her. "I can't wait to see you in that uniform," he winked.

She scowled, before turning and stomping away.