The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE

Page count: 9

One month later...

"Not pregnant."

Dean felt as though he'd been stabbed in the heart with a serrated knife. He looked at his beautiful wife, sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom of their motel room. Her wand lay fallen on the floor after she had dropped it at seeing the dull glow of the results of the Pregnancy Charm. Her hands were covering her face and her shoulders were shaking as she silently cried.

Dean pushed his own sadness and disappointment aside and moved over to his wife. He knelt down in front of her and pulled her hands away from her face. She looked at him and his own sadness and disappointment crashed into him at seeing the tears rolling down her face.

He pushed back his own tears, the back of his throat burning with the effort to do so, and he stood up, pulling Hermione up and out of the bathroom. He led her over to the bed and climbed on with her. She laid down on her side facing away from Dean and he laid down behind her, wrapping himself around her and she clung to his hand, pulling it to rest beneath her cheek and she silently cried.

She didn't see the tear fall from the corner of his eye.

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Two days later....

A 'bang' echoed as Hermione threw a spell behind her and the large doors slammed shut in the dining room of the hotel they were investigating.

"That's not going to stop him," Sam panted, rifling through the collection of knives he placed onto the table, looking for one in particular.

"I know that, it's a reflex reaction," she glared at him, leaning against the wall and trying to get her breath back.

"Fair enough," he shrugged.

Hermione shrieked when the doors burst open and the ghost floated into the room, the doors closing behind it and a table being lifted from the ground and thrown in her direction. She dropped to the ground and cast a Protego over herself as the wooden pieces rained over her.

"I'm okay," Hermione called before Sam could ask.

She looked up in time to see a chair being thrown at Sam who was still rifling through the collection of knives. She threw a Protego over him, just in time for the chair to slam into it and fall to the floor before it could hurt him.

"Thanks," he said, not even bothering to look at her or take his attention away from his task. He hadn't even blinked, knowing Hermione would protect him. As much as they bickered and teased each other, he relied on her as much as he did his brother, and despite her magic, she relied on them, too.

"You found it yet?"

"No," he replied.

Hermione made a noise of frustration before getting up from the ground and running over to him, casting a Protego Totalum over the both of them as the ghost continued to throw objects and furniture at them.

"Got it," he said, before picking up a knife and throwing it to the floor.

Hermione dropped the shield and threw an Incendio at it and as the magical flames devoured the knife, the table that had been flying towards them fell to the ground, with the ghost bursting into flames.

Hermione and Sam both breathed a sigh of relief before leaning against a table and taking a moment of silence.

"Where's Dean?" Hermione asked with a frown.

"I haven't seen him since he ducked into the bathroom," Sam said, also frowning. "He was supposed to be keeping the ghost busy and away from us."

The doors to the dining room opened and Dean waltzed in, a plate with a large slice of cake in one hand and a fork in the other.