The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT

Page count: 8

Two weeks later...

"Have you seen, Hermione?" Dean asked, walking into their motel room after returning from picking up dinner.

"She left not long after you, she said she had a hunch regarding the case and wanted to do a little research at the local library."

Dean frowned. "And you didn't go with her?"

"No, why would I? She's a big girl and she can take care of herself, besides, she said she wanted some time for herself. I don't blame her, as much as we're family, sometimes you just need a break and some time alone."

"If anything happens to her..."

Sam rolled his eyes. "She's fine; she's a war veteran, powerful half witch, half Angel. She can more than take care of herself."

Dean narrowed his eyes at him before placing the food on the table and heading into the bathroom. When he returned he sat at the table and ate his food in silence, his worry for Hermione clear, though Sam thought he was being a little ridiculous.

"She's fine," he sighed.

"She better be, or you're getting your ass kicked," Dean glared.

Sam shook his head and went back to reading his book, another from Hermione's library.

The sound of a phone ringing broke the silence in the room and Dean pulled it out of his pocket, seeing Hermione's name as the caller ID he wasted no time in answering.

"Everything alright, Glinda? Sam said you wanted to do some research," he spoke, trying to hide the worry in his voice.

"Yeah, about that..."

"Why are you whispering?" He frowned, and his hearing picked up on the fact that her breathing seemed heavy, as if she'd been running.

"Don't get mad."

"Hermione, what have you done?"

"I may need some back up. We're dealing with a vengeful spirit, it took some digging but I know where the body's buried. I need one of you to get there and deal with that, whilst I try to keep the spirit distracted. It's already locked onto it's next victim and I accidentally ran into it, now it's hell bent on killing me."

"Fucking hell, where are you?" He asked quickly, standing up from the table and picking up his car keys, whilst Sam jumped up from the bed and moved to stand beside Dean when he heard Dean's outburst.

"You remember that office building we passed on the way to the motel? I'm currently in the underground parking structure. I'll have to wipe the security cameras afterwards since I broke in, but that's a story for another time. Shit..."

Dean heard a shriek before the clang of the phone falling to the floor.

"Glinda? Glinda? Hermione? What's going on!" He demanded, panic beginning to set in.

In the background he could hear bangs as though things were being thrown across a room and slamming into a wall. He held his breath when he heard the tell tale sound of gun shots, and then moments later, Hermione's voice came over the phone.

"I'm fine," she breathed heavily. "I've bought myself some time but not a lot of it. The body's buried beneath the oak tree near the bridge that marks the entrance to the town, ideally I could use one of you here with me, but it'll be easier and quicker for you both to go to the body and deal with it. Fuck! I better go, the crazy bitch is back..."

"Hermione! Hermione!"

Dean growled and snapped his phone shut before stuffing it into his pocket.

"Let's go, Hermione's found the spirit responsible," Dean muttered, before storming out of the motel room and to the Impala.