How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

"Willow Price." Caleb introduced me. My hair was parted in two tight french braids that held the hair away from my face. I was wearing cargo pants and a military green tank top, showing my muscular arms riddled with tattoos. I didn't move a muscle in my face when the man's dark eyes met mine. "Willow, this is John Winchester." "That's just a young girl Caleb," John told him disappointedly. Caleb shook his head. "John, I'm telling you. Willow is the best there is." "She done any tours?" He asked, noting my militarylike appearance. I bared my teeth, annoyed to be spoken over and not addressed directly. Caleb shot me a look as if knowing what went through my head. "No, but she might as well have. She has the training, the skill. She grew up in the life. Smart as the devil and tougher than nails." John Winchester stood up, showing his full size. He towered over me, and I bet that he was strong as ten men, but you know what they say; the bigger they are, the harder they fall. "You ever hunted a demon before?" He asked me, walking closer. I looked up at him, noting how he smelled like gunpowder and whiskey. He was definitely a seasoned hunter. "I'll do you one better," I smirked at his unwavering gaze. "I've killed one." [Contains mature themes and violence] ****DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural; this is a fanfic.**** [Dean Winchester x OC] [Supernatural] [Season 1-...]