The Witch and The Hunters

CHAPTER NINETY-NINE

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"I'm confused, who's Chloe?" Sam asked before anyone else could, and frowning when he saw a distressed look cross Hermione's face.

"We have to go," Hermione said, gripping onto the arm rest of the couch and using it to pull herself up and onto her feet.

"Slow down, Sweetheart," Dean said, stopping her from storming off.

"Pack your things, we're leaving, right now."

"Hermione, who's Chloe?" He asked, placing a hand on her stomach, it helping to calm her when the baby kicked.

She took a calming breath and cleared her thoughts. "Chloe, the cheerleader, from when I went undercover in the school."

A grimace pulled at Sam's face at the reminder of cheerleaders and both Harry and Bobby raised curious eyebrows at his reaction.

"The girl you befriended?" Dean said.

"Yes, that Chloe, you don't know but when you left me alone to say goodbye to her, I gave her Harry's number and told her that if she ever needed me she should call the number and I'd find her. Dean, if she's calling after almost two years, it means something's wrong. We need to go and see what it is."

He looked down at her stomach. "Sweetheart, there's less than a month until you're due. We agreed it best to stop hunting for now," he said softly.

"I don't care," she told him. "I made a promise to her, Dean, if she needed me I would be there for her. I don't care how far along I am, I don't care how uncomfortable I'll be, or how long it'll take, I need to go to her. She wouldn't be contacting me if it wasn't important. If I know she needs me and I don't do anything about it, it's going to put me under duress and that's not good for me or the baby. It might even send me into an early labour, which is something I want to avoid. We need to go to her, and I promise, once we know what's wrong, we won't take any more cases and we'll stay home. But please, Dean. We have to go, I need to know why she needs me," she pleaded.

He kept his gaze locked with hers before his eyes fluttered down to her stomach and he sighed in defeat, never being able to deny her anything.

"Alright, we'll go, but at the sign of anything being wrong, you're staying well away."

"Of course," she agreed, both hands resting on her stomach.

"Good," he nodded. "Sammy, pack a bag, it seems we're going on a trip," he instructed.

Sam looked at Hermione just as worried as Dean had, but he nodded and left the room to pack himself the essentials, including making a stop at the armoury, after all, they didn't know what they were walking into and it was always better to be prepared.

"We'll take Lucky," Hermione said.

"That demon-pup is not allowed in my car, Hermione," Dead said.

She rolled her eyes. "It was only once."

"He pee'd on the back seat!"

"I spelled it clean and if you'd have pulled over like I told you to, it wouldn't have happened," she said. When she heard her puppy bounding into the room, she reached down and picked him up when he jumped at her legs.

Harry looked very confused to see Hermione apparently cuddling with thin air, and a collar that was floating.

"What's going on?" He asked confused.

Bobby snorted at the look on his face. He was sure Harry was sporting the same expression he'd done himself, when Hermione had explained about the invisible non-hellhound-pup, that only she could see.