The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER NINETY

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"Wife?" They chocked on their breath, coughing and their eyes watering.

"Wife," Dean said with a smile, before sitting in his chair.

Hermione made to pull another chair over to the table but Dean stopped her by pulling her on to his lap. She rolled her eyes but hooked an arm around his neck, her fingers lightly playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He wrapped an arm around her waist and the other he rested on her thigh, his fingers tapping out a rhythm.

"I don't understand," Jo said, her eyes darting between Hermione and Dean, seeing the way they were completely comfortable with each other and they were relaxed in the other's presence.

"What's there to understand? She's my wife, I'm her husband, we're married," Dean shrugged.

"But you're Dean Winchester," Jo protested.

Dean looked at Hermione with a shocked look on his face. "Here that, Sweetheart, my name's Dean Winchester, I'm so glad I was reminded of that, I'd forgotten."

Hermione huffed and smacked at his chest with her free hand. "Stop being a bloody prat, from what I've learned about your past, I don't blame her for her reaction."

Dean gave her a look of innocence and she turned her eyes back to the two women who were staring at them both, speechless.

"Ignore him, he's an arsehole," Hermione said, jumping when Dean pinched her side, but she narrowed her eyes at him and tugged on his ear lobe.

"Children," Sam spoke in a manner that reminded them both of Molly Weasley and they instantly stopped, much to his amusement.

"I can understand your surprise at discovering that Dean's married," Hermione said kindly.

Ellen seemed to sober, she took a large swig of her drink before fixing her stare on Hermione, apparently looking for something that would help her decide if she liked her or not.

"How long you kids been together?" Ellen asked, while Jo picked up a second beer bottle and took a large swig of it.

Hermione and Dean smiled at each other. "A while," Dean shrugged.

"We've been married coming up two years in March," Hermione answered.

"Two years!" Jo spluttered, spitting out her beer. Hermione grimaced and fought the urge to whip out her wand and clean up the mess.

"Yes, two years."

"Where'd you marry? How'd you meet?" Ellen asked.

"As you can likely tell, I was born and raised in England. I was all but adopted by my best friend's family when I was young and when my parents died they took me in and raised me. Dean and I married on their property in Devon, England, Castiel married us."

"The Angel? You know him?"

Sam laughed. "I should hope so, he's her Guardian Angel."

"What?" Both women stuttered.

"I understand this is a lot for you to take in. Castiel's my Guardian Angel and has been since I was a young child. He's been with me sixteen years, helping to keep me safe and protecting me."

"When he feels like it, he does," Dean grumbled. She swatted at his arm.

"Anyway, I met Dean and Sam when working on a case, they offered their help and I couldn't refuse. We didn't exactly see eye to eye when we first met."

"But I soon wised up and I saw the amazing woman she is," Dean said, nuzzling her neck and breathing in her scent.

"So you're a Hunter?" Ellen asked.