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Title: An Unexpected Debt
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Rating: T
Warnings: Language, some violence, Possible Het in later chapters
** Slightly spoilery for SPN 2.21
Pairings (if applicable): Dean/Hermione
Character(s) (if applicable): Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester, Hermione Granger, Sam Winchester
Summary: 
An unusual alliance leads to an unexpected debt.
 
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
 
 
 
Chapter 6
 
Previously: The last time he caught her checking Remus out; Dean smirked at her and laughed when Ellen blushed. The older man had been very careful around the others and although Dean was sure Remus had noticed Ellen’s interest, he never acted on it. The man was either a saint or impotent in Dean’s opinion. Even though Dean would never cross that line, Ellen was a fine example of a mature woman.
 
 
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They began to use Bobby’s place as their base, checking in periodically, meaning weekly, by phone and visiting at least every two to three weeks to rest and stay under the Feds radar. Agent Henriksen was gearing up again and Hermione was making noises about a personal visit since the American Magical Council seemed satisfied in leaving things in her capable hands. Dean was surprised yet again when she informed him that they had officially deputized her and she was now authorized to handle the magical side of their protection. It seems they somehow got wind of the notion of teaming up Wizards or Witches with existing Hunters to deal with the demonic problem. Nothing was official, but things were being researched and options discussed.
 
Sounded like potential for a grade ‘A’ cluster fuck to Dean, but then, it might turn out okay. He decided to sit back and let things unfold. No need to stick his toe into it until he was needed. There was something else to keep his attention. Dean had begun to notice a pattern to Remus’ little trips away from their group. They were very regular, monthly regular. Lunar cycle regular and that was making the eldest Winchester very nervous. Especially considering Sam’s growing attachment to the older man and their latest experience with the last lunarly challenged person.
 
When Dean quietly questioned Hermione about Remus, explaining his reasons, she very nonchalantly confirmed that yes, Remus was indeed a werewolf. Had been most of his life. Did he have a problem with that?
 
Did he have a problem with that?
 
The two lovers proceeded to have a knockdown, drag out fight about just that and unfortunately Sam walked in at the most in-opportune moment.
 
“So I’m just supposed to go on your word that the man won’t eat my brother one night?”
 
“What are you talking about Dean?”
 
Dean whipped around to see Sam standing in the doorway, the blood draining from his face at the implication of his brother’s question.
 
“Sam, you really should hear this from Remus, but Dean decided to ambush me after he left.”
 
“He didn’t need to know if I was wrong.”
 
“But you are wrong Dean. Remus has been a werewolf since childhood.  He was a teacher for several years without incident. Well there was one time, but it was completely not his fault and no one was seriously hurt.”
 
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
 
“Because it was his story to tell. By necessity he is a very private man. The Wizarding world treats werewolves as less than nothing and he barely managed to scrape by for too many years to count.”
 
“But he’s a danger to everyone!”
 
“No he’s not!”
 
Sam’s voice was a quiet shout across the room. “Why?”
 
“Because he takes the Wolf’s Bane potion! Has been for years. It suppresses the wolf’s natural aggression and wildness, allowing the human thought process to remain dominant. I’ve actually sat with him a few times. He only changes once in the three nights and he is always locked up. He’s not much of a conversationalist, but we usually played Wizard’s chess.” Hermione stopped at the stricken expression on Sam’s face. She stepped toward him and took his arm.
 
“Sam, what’s wrong?”
 
He turned an accusing glare on Dean. “We didn’t have to kill her.”
 
Dean clenched his jaw and looked to Hermione for an answer.
 
Hermione’s face softened in sympathy. “Oh dear. Sam, did you come across a werewolf?”
 
His voice was barely a whisper, “Yeah.”
 
She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. 
 
“When she found out what she was, she asked me to do it. I had to shoot her in the heart with a sliver bullet.”
 
“And you cared for her?”
 
“Yes.”
 
“As hard as this will be to hear, you must listen to me Sam. Not all Wizarding remedies work on Muggles. I’ve not come across anything regarding Muggle werewolves, so I couldn’t tell you if it would have helped her. There are so many variables. Personal physiology being the main one. It took Professor Snape years to perfect the formulae.”
 
“But it’s perfected?”
 
“As much as it can be. But we didn’t even know each other then. You were hunting across the country and I was searching for that bloody cow Ava.”
 
“But…”
 
Hermione squeezed his arm. “We met when we were meant to. Ask Remus about his experiences growing up as a lycanthrope.”
 
Things were very tense for almost a month between the four of them. Sam and Remus managed to work things through quickly, but Dean was an entirely different story. There was an immense amount of snarking and posturing between Dean and Remus and a few hexes thrown by Hermione when she became fed up with the lot of them. She finally locked the two of them up in the hotel room, Dean and Remus that is, without weapons or wand and declared they could come out when they had resolved their issues. She and Sam went to dinner at a nice restaurant and went to a new movie. One of those ‘chick flick’ movies Dean claimed to despise.   The next morning revealed a couple of black eyes and fat lips on both men, but they were friends again.
 
It was right after Remus left for the next full moon that they received word of cattle mutilations in Arizona. Sam had dug up a report of lizard skins left behind and the three were on their way.
 
 
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“Holy shit! Is that what I think it is?” Dean’s whisper was loud in her ear and Hermione turned and aggravated glare on him.
 
“Would you like an amplifier? I don’t think the deaf over in the next county heard you. Yes, it’s a dragon. It seems to be asleep. Sam, you need to get out of here quietly.”
 
“What?” He hissed. “I’m not leav…”
 
She turned on him with a snarl. “I can get two of us out of here but not three. You march your bloody arse out of here and go back to the motel before the bloody thing wakes up and catches your scent. Remus is due back soon and I need you to fill him in on what we’re dealing with. He’ll need to contact Charlie Weasley.”
 
“You so owe me for this. Both of you.”
 
Dean had kept his silence, for which Hermione was grateful. He would usually argue just for the sake of argument if she took the lead in a hunt. They remained still and quiet for an hour, hoping Sam had had enough time to leave the area before they made their move. Hermione was quietly explaining different breeds when the dragon twitched and then opened a baleful eye directly on them.
 
“Oh hell! We need to go now!”
 
“What? Oh shit! I thought you said we would be safe here?”
 
“I got the breed wrong. Oh god… do you know how to ride a motorcycle?”
 
“Um, yeah, why, you got one stashed in that little bag of yours?”
 
“No, just shut up and hold on.”
 
She had opened her bag as they were running and pulled out a four inch long wooden broom. Dean bit back a snicker until she pointed her wand at it. “Engorgio!” It grew into a full sized, honest to god, BROOM.
 
She hopped on and looked at him, “Well, come on! Or do you want to be a marshmallow?” He shrugged and mounted behind her, wrapping his arms around her middle. “You need to counter balance.” He nodded against her back and she took off, the dragon’s teeth just missing the speeding bristles.
 
He recovered quickly after the initial shock and managed to get off a few shots at the creature before Hermione shrieked at him to be still. They sped through the air, looping and spinning, trying to shake off their pursuer with little success. With his ear pressed to her back, Dean heard her curse quite impressively and then they dove for the trees. The feeling was what he had thought riding a Speeder bike would be. Not that he would admit to knowing much about Star Wars. Sure he watched the movies, but he wasn’t some ubergeek with an action figure collection. Regardless of his plane fear, Dean was actually enjoying the ride. It probably had to with the fact that he was in open air and not enclosed in an aluminum coffin. The rush of air made it hard to hear or see anything, but Dean sensed the dragon slow its pursuit and after a few minutes more, he risked a look behind to discover they were alone and close to town.
 
He tapped Hermione on the shoulder, “I think he gave up.” She nodded and landed behind the local supermart. It was about 3 a.m. and the early hour of the day meant there would be less people around. Dean hopped off and whooped. “Wow, what a rush! I can’t believe it! Dude, you have a broom!” His eyes were sparkling green with excitement and Hermione offered him a wan smile before dropping her broom. She swallowed audibly, her eyes widening as he moved in to spin her around. She failed to avoid his arms and in his enthusiasm he didn’t recognize the danger signs, resulting in a mess down his back.
 
He stopped. When she was done convulsing, in a very controlled voice he asked, “Did you just spew all over my back?” His only response was a small nod before she slumped. Dean swallowed thickly against his own reaction and managed to keep her from falling, hoping she would wake quickly. He knew she could clean them both faster and more efficiently than anything else. He so didn’t want to walk to the motel with vomit running down his back. Hermione stirred after about five minutes and blushed bright red before pushing out of his arms. She wouldn’t meet his eyes as she motioned him to turn around. He did and she murmured the cleaning charm, erasing all traces of her weak stomach from both of them. With wooden legs she stomped to her broom and shrunk it, stuffing it in her bag and still refused to meet his eyes.
 
She turned in the direction of the motel and took several steps when she felt Dean’s strong fingers wrap around her arm, bringing her to a halt. Her eyes remained glued to the ground and she heard his growl of frustration at her refusal to look up. He shoved the pack of gum under her nose and she with a shaky hand, took a piece. Hermione had freshened her mouth with the cleansing charm, but she understood the point to his gesture. She was mortified and he was, despite his aversion to ‘chick flick moments’, attempting to make her feel better. They were halfway to the motel when he took hold of her arm again. The gentle squeeze was enough this time and she met his eyes.
 
“That was fucking BRILLIANT!” His grin was infectious and she couldn’t resist the gleam in his eyes as he swooped in and kiss her, leaving her breathless when he finally pulled back.
 
“Thanks, I think.”
 
“When Remus said you hated to fly, I thought he meant in airplanes.”
 
“I don’t like airplanes either.”
 
“Why didn’t you just pop us out of there?”
 
She mumbled something and Dean tilted her face back up. “Do you mind repeating that? I don’t have super hearing you know.”
 
Her face bloomed bright red again and she said in a barely audible voice, “I’m on my period and the charm I used to mask my scent used too much energy so I couldn’t apparate us out of there without splinching.”
 
“I still don’t understand how you can say all of that without breathing in the middle.” The implication of what Hermione said sunk in and a cold feeling clenched his heart as he glared down at her. “You sent Sam away so the dragon wouldn’t catch his scent, but you strolled in there with only a charm to mask… GOD! Why didn’t you just put a neon sign on your forehead?”
 
She pulled out of his arms, embarrassment and frustration fueling her response. “I got us out of there didn’t I? You should be happy, Sam is safe and we know what the creature is and how to take care of it now. All we have to do is contact Charlie and everything will be fine!”
 
“That’s it? You put your life in mortal danger and all you can say is ‘You should be happy, Sam is safe.’?”
 
“What do you want me to say Dean? Our lives are in mortal danger constantly. We hunt supernatural creatures. I’ve moved across the world to make a difference in it.  Hell, we met in the middle of a supernatural event and I wouldn’t change that for the world. What you do is important and I want to help and if you think I’m going to sit at home, washing your knickers while you and Sam go out and do the manly thing, you better think again!” Hermione had worked up a full head of steam by this time and was standing on her toes to get in Dean’s face.
 
His eyes were shining darkly and he was close to losing his temper, but she ignored it and continued on. “Sam is the most important thing in this world to you. I know this, have from the very beginning and I do everything in my power to make sure he’s protected. Your devotion to your brother is what drew me to you in the first place. I do this for you Dean. I love you and I want to be a part of your life. All of it.” Her shoulders slumped. “If you can’t handle that then…”
 
All he heard was the defeat in her voice and it hit him in the stomach. All of her words hadn’t registered yet,  but the thought of her leaving, after he had opened himself up to her made him angrier than he’d ever been and he gave no thought to his words. “So if I want to keep you safe you’re gonna what? Leave? Oh that’s just perfect! You come into my life, turn everything upside down and make me love you, ARGGHHH!  And now you’re just gonna… Oh God, don’t cry! Why are you crying?”
 
Hermione’s silence on top of the tears was truly unnerving Dean. If there was one thing Hermione almost never did, it was cry. She would scream, rail, sulk and pummel, but not cry. All the anger and fight drained out of him as her brown eyes filled with fat tears and he frantically recalled what they had been saying to each other… Oh. Shit, he didn’t mean to say that. It wasn’t something he acknowledged to himself much less thought about actually admitting to her out loud. Damn. Time to suck it up and make your girl happy dude. Not that she should expect to hear it too much ‘cause he’s not into chick flick…
 
Dean managed to keep his feet when he found his arms suddenly full of crying laughing Witch.
 
“You love me? I heard you and you can’t take it back! And I know you meant it because you didn’t mean to say it.”
 
The tears were still rolling down her cheeks but her eyes were shining as she looked up into his. He stroked the hair back from her face. The broom ride had managed to unravel her ever present braid and her hair was wild about her face. He gulped audibly. Hey… she said it too. He face broke out in a grin.
 
“Yeah, well, you love me too.”
 
“Yeah, I do.”
 
 
 
 
 
Epilogue:
 
 
Special Agent Henriksen sat down in the living room of a well kept farmhouse in Lawrence County, South Dakota. He was admittedly nervous about following this lead since he had been unable to acquire assistance or backup. His obsession with finding and apprehending the Winchesters had alienated him from just about everyone in the FBI. He was relieved that he hadn’t been fired yet. All he needed was just one solid break and he would be vindicated. This might be it. He had received an anonymous tip that Dean Winchester had been seen frequenting this house.
 
 
 
It was a nice house, bright and simply furnished. There was a small collection of various animals throughout the yard and he had nervously edged around the large dog eyeing him with suspicion as he approached the door. An attractive mature woman answered the door and although she was disinclined to let him in, another accented feminine voice called out to let him in and he was ushered into the living room.
 
The woman left the room and Henriksen heard the younger voice say Remus could use her help in the back garden. There was some grumbling and laughter and then a shuffling step before a tray entered ahead of a young woman. Her brown hair was twisted up on the back of her hair with a beautifully carved stick and she could have been described as plain if not for the happy glow in her eyes and the large protruding stomach hindering her movements. He jumped up and took the tray from her, setting it on the low table as directed and sat after she was comfortable.
 
Out of breath, she forestalled introductions with a smile and served them both iced tea, commenting on how she had never tried it until moving to the states. It was quite refreshing on a hot day, didn’t he agree?
 
He had agreed and drank down about half a glass when he felt a bit off. He thought he should probably feel alarmed, but the serene smile on the young woman’s face put him at ease again and he leaned back into the couch.
 
“Agent Henriksen, please excuse my bad manners. I completely forgot to introduce myself. My name is Hermione Winchester and I brought you here today to tell you a story. Don’t be alarmed. I’m not going to hurt you. But I think it’s time that you become aware of the existence of things in this world most people go their whole lives in ignorance of. When we are through, if you still wish to persecute my husband and his brother, well, we’ll discuss that later.”
 
 
 
THE END

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