The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR

Page count: 8

Two months later....

Hermione woke to the feel of light kisses being placed against her growing stomach. She opened her eyes to see Dean staring lovely at her small baby bump, showcasing their growing child that they had waited so long for.

Hermione was now four months pregnant, and Castiel had been quite accurate regarding her pregnancy when he told them, she had been exactly seven weeks to the day. Although she did have a baby bump, it was only noticeable when she wore tight clothing. Since her body was growing to accommodate the growth of their child, she had taken to wearing Dean's t-shirts more often than not, since they were comfortable and baggy. Not that he minded that she was always stealing his clothes.

She didn't know how, but no one had discovered she was pregnant, which meant that Ellen had kept her word in keeping Jo in control and even Sam had kept his big mouth shut and not revealed their secret, and that in itself was a miracle.

Over the last two months, The Winchesters had gone about business as usual, travelling, taking cases and dealing with the supernatural, only now Hermione was not allowed in the field, she was merely there for support and research. When the brothers were out, breaking and entering and looking over crime scenes, Hermione was going over newspapers and using Sam's laptop, trying to dig up information on the victims, though Sam was better at it than she was, especially when it came to hacking into police records. If the brothers were busy in the field or at the morgue, she would interview the victims' families and friends and record everything of importance. She was still a valuable member of the team, only now she was far away from the dangerous side of the job, just the way Dean liked it.

Since discovering they were pregnant, Dean had become far more protective of her than Hermione ever thought possible and it was difficult for her to balance her reactions to him. Sometimes he was unbelievably sweet that she cried, and other times he was so annoying that she wanted to hex him, and she had, several times.

If she were craving something, he would do everything he could in order to get it for her. In one instance, she had been craving a McDonald's and Dean had driven almost two hundred miles to the nearest establishment just to get her one. They had stopped at a diner and Hermione had been craving lasagne, and despite it not being on the menu, he had somehow convinced them to make one especially for her. Dean had been in the middle of an interview with a police officer, posing as an FBI Agent, when Hermione had texted him, asking him to pick up some chocolate ice-cream on the way back. Not even twenty minutes later he arrived at their motel room, handed her the carton, kissed her on the forehead and quickly left, returning to the interview.

When her morning sickness had set in, Dean was always beside her, rubbing her back and holding her hair back from her face. When she cursed him and shouted at him, he took it all in stride and never once got angry or annoyed. When her mood swings were in full force, he comforted her when she cried and made her laugh when she was sad. This was the sweet Dean she liked.

The over protective Dean, not so much.

He still refused to drive above thirty miles an hour, no matter what the speed limit said and he'd even gotten in a fight with another driver at one point, breaking his nose before Hermione stepped in and wiped the guy's memory. It caused arguments between the brothers when Sam would stick to the limit and Dean would threaten him for driving too fast. If they were walking down the street and someone accidentally bumped into her, she had to physically restrain him from punching someone in the face.

She wasn't allowed to carry her own bags. They stopped at a store once, in order for Hermione to restock on wash products and some food items, and they'd gotten into an argument in the middle of the car park, since Dean had taken both shopping bags from her, despite it meaning he had to carry several himself.