The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN

Page count: 8

Two months later...

"I'm hun..."

"Hungry, we know," both Dean and Sam interrupted Hermione and she scowled at them.

"We're about an hour out from Muncie, do you think you can wait?" Hermione looked at him as though he were stupid. Sam snorted and Dean shook his head, his mouth twitching at the corners. "I thought not, we're just about to pass through a town, I suppose we could stop for an hour to get you fed."

"She's not as bitchy when she's full," Sam spoke. Hermione turned in her seat to slap at his knee. He winced and Dean sniggered.

"You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you?" He said amused.

"For that comment, I'm going to order more than I usually would and you're paying for it," Hermione spoke.

Sam scoffed. "As if you don't already order everything on the menu."

"Sammy, you're pushing your luck. I can't stop her from hexing you, not that I would, the last time made my week."

"You're just frightened of her," he commented.

"That too," Dean admitted, knowing there was no point in denying the fact his wife was scary as hell when she was angry. She was even more frightening when she was hungry or tired. They made sure that she ate regular meals with snacks in-between for their happiness and safety.

"I am sat right here, you know?" Hermione huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"We know, you've been complaining of being hungry for the last two hours," Sam said.

Hermione turned around in her seat once more, this time leaning over the seat to smack him upside the head. Sam caught her hand before she could and she narrowed her eyes at him as he stared smugly.

"Don't make me come back there," she warned.

"I'd like to see you try," he scoffed.

Before Sam could blink and much to Dean's amusement, Hermione had climbed over her seat and into the back where she and Sam proceeded to have a scuffle whilst arguing and insulting each other.

Dean snorted and shook his head, his eyes darting between watching the road and the rear view mirror.

"You're going to get hurt, Sammy," Dean commented, not bothering to even attempt to break up the two squabbling Hunters.

"I doubt it...Ow! That hurt!" Sam whined.

Dean briefly looked behind him to see Sam scowling at a smug looking Hermione, while he rubbed at his chest, just where his nipple was. Dean burst out laughing, realising what Hermione had done.

"That's what you get for being a prat," she replied, before climbing back over the seat and sitting next to Dean.

"Feeling better?" Dean asked with a smirk.

"No, I'm still hungry. I haven't eaten in a few hours."

"Heaven forbid that you starve to death," Sam rolled his eyes.

Hermione spun around and narrowed her eyes. "Careful of you'll be getting another nipple twister," she warned.

Sam automatically brought both hands up to cover his chest, causing a rumble of laughter to erupt from Dean. He shook his head before his eyes landed on the sign, welcoming them to the town of Cicero. Dean frowned slightly, he was sure he'd been there before. Was there something he was missing? Something he couldn't remember?