crossoverfic | [FIC] Pas de Bas, ch 2, (SPN/HP), Sam/Hermione/Dean rated M

Title: Pas De Bas
Author: dhark_charlotte
Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Rating: M
Warnings: Language, some violence, Het, character death

** Slightly spoilery for SPN 2.21
Pairings (if applicable): Sam/Hermione/Dean

Character(s) (if applicable): Dean Winchester, Hermione Granger, Sam Winchester, others mentioned.
Summary: An Incubus can completely throw a wrench into a well deserved vacation…

A/N: Pas de bas - a grand movement which is halfway between a step and a leap, and can be taken strictly on the floor (glissé) or with a jump (sauté) and can be done moving toward the front or toward the back.

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.

Chapter2

Dear Merlin, where was he? She’d been searching for so long and IT was getting closer. Why was it was so dark? She couldn’t see anything but brief flashes of his smiling face and... Oh god, she had to find him before IT found her.

A low rumbling murmur drew her attention and she moved toward the source, hoping she wasn’t imagining the timber of the voice.

“Hermione, you need to wake up.”

Something shifted and there was pressure on her shoulder. A familiar spicy scent filled her senses and a tear dripped from the corner of her eye.

“Why are you crying? Are you in pain? Hermione, open your eyes.”

Her eyes flew open at the commanding tone and collided with Sam’s concerned gaze. She was frozen for a second, trying to relate the sight of his handsome face with reality.

“Sam?” Hermione reached out with shaky hands to touch his cheeks and he smiled. It was really Sam. She surged up and kissed him, her hands running through his shaggy hair to reassure herself she was awake and not dreaming again. An indignant cough broke them apart and Hermione looked over Sam’s shoulder to see Dean glaring at them.

“What are you doing here?”

“Dean!” Sam turned and shot his brother a glare.

“No Sam, her showing up like she did was too weird. And what about…?” He waved his hand in her general direction. “How did you find us and why are you here?”

“I was actually looking for you Dean.”

“Why me? I didn’t do that to you!”

“I know that you prat! You don’t have to be such a shit about this.” She pushed her hair out of her eyes. “The last five months have been pure hell for me and when I figured out I was pregnant, I tried to find Sam but…” She stopped, not wanting them to see her cry. Hermione rarely cried, but raging hormones had a way of messing up more than just your body. She looked up at Sam with wounded eyes. “I don’t understand. He told me you were dead!”

The brothers shared a look. “Who told you I was dead?”

“Firenze. He said because you didn’t show up when I… um.”

“When you what Hermione?”

“Look I’m not a bad person. But I’ve heard about Hunters. We don’t have them back home, but I spent three months traveling cross country over here and I…” She raised her brow at their shocked expressions. “Yes, I’ve known you were Hunters since the day I left. Good job with the wards on your car by the way.”

Dean bristled but Sam interrupted before he could get started. “Why did you leave without at least saying goodbye?”

She suddenly found the blanket fascinating. “Because I knew I wouldn’t have been able to leave you behind. I couldn’t stay and there was no way I could take you with me. Not that I expected you to come if I asked but I couldn’t ask and…”

“Hermione, what is this?”

Her gaze returned to Dean and she blanched. He was holding her wand.

“You know, we have a hell of a lot of questions for you. Even more now that you’ve shown up practically on our doorstep. How about we start with how you knew there are wards on my car?”

Hermione’s eyes narrowed at Dean’s tone. “First of all, stop waving that about. You’ll break it and I can’t replace it very easily over here. I certainly can’t protect myself if that creature wearing my friend’s body shows up.” The last part of her statement ended on a quavering note and the reality of what had happened to Ron washed over her.

“Oh god. Ron’s dead.” Her grief was unavoidable and overwhelming and she fell against Sam’s chest as the storm of tears long denied broke through. He stroked her back and murmured soothingly. She cried for what seemed like hours, but in reality was much shorter than she should have. Her sobs tapered off and just as Dean began to get impatient she sat up, scrubbing her face with the heels of her hands. She looked between the brothers with bleary eyes and asked, “You’re the supernatural experts. Well, I mean, I’ve probably read everything there is on the subject and everything I’ve ever read is stored in my mind… eidetic memory, but you two have practical experience right?”

“Riiiight.” Sam was amazed at her quick transition from emotional mess to serious investigator. Her memory could come in handy. He handed her a handkerchief and she smiled her thanks.

“Personally, I’ve only ever come across one example of possession before and I strongly doubt it was a typical case. When he came into my flat, Ron smelled like sulfur. I knew something was off because he usually smells like chocolate. What would cause the smell of sulfur?”

They answered in unison. “Demon possession.”

“Could that cause the victim’s eyes to change? Ron’s were completely different, inhuman.”

“Why don’t we start from the beginning and work our way to the present?”

“No! You don’t understand! It said it couldn’t let me ruin things and he tried to kill me! Ron’s been my best friend since we were eleven and he tried to kill me! I almost didn’t get away. If it wasn’t for the flying glass, he probably would have succeeded. It took me a week of traveling before I felt safe enough to rest for more than a few hours.” She surged up off the bed with an urgent expression and the brothers tensed.

“Where’s the loo?” She rolled her eyes at their confused expressions. “I need to pee.”

Sam was the first to react and he escorted her down the hall. Through a doorway, Hermione spied a rather rough looking older man sitting at a kitchen table watching her warily as she walked by. After she was finished she exited the small room to find Sam waiting for her. She took his arm and he led her back to the room where Dean waited impatiently.

“So your friend’s eyes were different? Can you describe them?”

“They were a vile yellow color. Oh, and my stomach started cramping as soon as I let him into my flat.”

“Did he mention Sam at all?”

“No, but I had just made arrangements to try and find you.”

“Again, why would you want to find me?”

“Because for all I knew, Sam was dead and I thought you might want to know you were going to be an uncle. And I kept having these dreams about the both of you; only they were too real to be dreams.”

“How do we know its Sam’s?”

“Dean!” Sam’s expression was outraged and incredulous. What was wrong with him?

Hermione marched up and got in his face. Actually, her nose came to his chest, but it’s the thought that counts. “You bloody prick! Sam was the second man I’ve ever had sex with. And apparently the poison from an incubus bite renders contraceptives ineffective. So FUCK OFF!” The last two words were punctuated by the table lamp rattling. Dean was shocked and she looked embarrassed.

“Sorry, I’m not able to control that. Hormones.” Hermione moved back and sat heavily on the bed. “I can see this isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Her shoulders slumped in defeat. “I’ll just tell you about myself and hope you keep an open mind because I’m tired of running and I feel safer here than anywhere I’ve been lately.”

“Dude, did she say all of that in one breath?”

Dean’s smirk was infuriating as hell and Hermione turned to Sam.

“Is your brother always such a royal pain in the arse?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Hey!”

“Oh shut it you. You’re doing it on purpose and it’s going to accomplish nothing but piss me off and cause something to break.” She turned back to Sam. “Could I have something to drink? Water would be wonderful. You’re on a well, right?”

Sam glared at his brother and the older man shrugged and left the room. Dean brought back a glass of water and watched her carefully as she drank it. He and Sam seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when she finished it. From their behavior, she knew they were up to something but she chose to ignore it for now and began her story.

She sensed another presence in the hall outside of the bedroom and Hermione figured it was the older man from the kitchen. She told them everything. Well, mostly everything. She hit the most pertinent parts regarding Voldemort, but didn’t go into detail regarding the Hocruxes.

On a purely academic level, the subject was fascinating. The fact that he had to murder (mostly) innocent people to create them was reprehensible and she had wanted to figure out if it were possible to create one using another means. The subject had secretly fascinated her, but since she had no one to discuss it with (Snape had crossed her mind, but he had enough to deal with and she didn’t want to burden him.), so she put it out of her mind. Mostly.

Her status as a Witch and the revelation of a secret society that operated separately from the regular world had made the Winchesters extremely nervous. They were outraged that the adults of her world had no problem using children to fight their battles until Sam pointed out that their dad had done close to the same thing. Hermione explained her profession and what had been happening to her since she left the Winchesters behind almost eight months earlier.

The brothers briefly explained the circumstances of their childhood and about the yellow eyed demon and that it was now destroyed. The demon had apparently made a detour through England in an attempt to keep her from finding either Sam or Dean. The fact that she had been targeted by the demon convinced Dean that she was telling the truth. Sam looked shell shocked and Dean had a gleam of respect in his eyes as she finished her story. Just a gleam mind you, she was under no delusions that he trusted her. Yet.

Hermione had a sneaking suspicion that they had left out an immense amount of information from their story, but since she had as well, she kept quiet. Especially since her dreams had revealed quite a bit about the Winchesters already. Hermione firmly believed that the brothers would do anything for each other. She had a hunch it was the reason Sam was mysteriously alive. For that, she was eternally grateful so she decided to bide her time and talk to them individually later. Divide and conquer. It was one of the important lessons she learned from Professor Snape during the war. Her friends had no idea how close a friendship she had developed with their former Professor while he was in hiding. Nor did they realize how ruthless she could be if someone dear to her was threatened. And Sam had become very dear to her in a short amount of time. Like instantly.

Sam and Dean were understandably quiet but the third man had an odd look on his face and she looked back at him curiously.

“You don’t look all that surprised… Excuse me, but no one’s told me your name. I’m Hermione Granger by the way.”

“Bobby Singer.”

“Is this your house Mr. Singer?”

“Yes.”

“Might I inquire as to who set the impressive wards throughout your home?”

Bobby’s face closed off completely. “I did them.”

Her face fell. “I see. So that’s how you want to play it then. Fine… No, it’s not fine. That shite might have worked when I was eleven, but I’m a grown woman now. I graduated top of my class. The only thing I didn’t get perfect marks for was Divination.” She looked at Sam accusingly. “But that seems to be changing thanks to this pregnancy. Dean, would you mind handing me my wand?”

He looked at her incredulously. “Ah, I don’t think so darlin’.”

She smiled at him. “Fine. Accio Wand!” Her wand flew from the elder Winchester’s hand into hers. She held her wand upright and spoke in a firm commanding voice.

“I, Hermione Granger, swear by my magic that I mean you no mortal harm.” There was a brief flare of golden light from the tip and when it faded Bobby was pale as a sheet.

She pinned Bobby with a glare. He flinched and looked away. Dean had never seen the man back down like that before and it sent up warning signals.

“Dude, are you okay?”

Bobby swiped his hand over his face, wiping the cold sweat from his skin. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I imagine Miss Granger here is hungry. I’ll just go get her something to eat.”

Dean turned to Hermione. “What’s going on?”

“I’m sure Mr. Singer will share that with you eventually.”

“That’s not good enough lady.”

“Too bad Winchester. It’s all you’re going to get because I suspect that you won’t take my word for it. Your friend in there can tell you and afterwards, if you feel you can trust me, I would be happy to answer whatever questions I can. I have no desire to bang my head against distrust and pigheadedness.”

“Sam?”

“You go on and talk to Bobby. I’ll stay here; I need to talk to Hermione.”

“Whatever.”

Sam closed the door behind his brother and then sat on the bed next to Hermione. They just looked at each other for several minutes and then he reached for her and hauled her into his lap. The kiss was electric and better than everything she remembered. With a soft moan she opened her mouth and let him inside. He accepted her invitation eagerly, his tongue plunging between her lips as his large hand palmed the back of her head as if he were afraid she would disappear.

She pulled back to catch her breath and his eyes searched hers, looking for something. He must have seen something because his breath caught and he pulled her close, burying his nose in her hair. “I missed you so much. How strange is that? We were only together one night but when you left it felt like a piece of me went with you.”

They both laughed a little at that considering Hermione’s protruding stomach was preventing them from getting any closer. She kissed his neck and he shivered.

“I dreamed of you every night Sam. There were some nights I would also dream of those creatures you hunt, but those were almost a comfort. I’ve relived our time together every night since I left you at that motel.” She laid her head on his shoulder and nuzzled the skin of his throat. “It was distracting. Things got so bad that I had to take a leave from my job. I didn’t even know I was pregnant at first. Between my job and the dreams of us my sleep patterns went out the window. The hunting dreams? I only talked to your brother for about 5 minutes but in my dreams, well it was like being there. Most of the creatures you hunted I’ve only read about. Everything was so very detailed. I knew they had to be real.”

Hermione felt Sam shift under her and he looked decidedly uncomfortable.

“Uh… everything?” His voice ended on a squeak.

She smiled, knowing he was probably thinking about the one time he had had sex since they’d been apart. She almost felt bad about making him squirm. But then Hermione remembered that even though he had been actually thinking about her, he’d had sex with someone else in the last seven months. Oh, Hermione understood she and Sam had made no commitment to each other and that she could have been with someone else as well, but no one else had appealed to her. She was entitled to some payback. Come on… pregnancy hormones were hell.

Despite his uneasiness with the current subject, the bulge under Hermione’s left thigh let her know he was just as eager to get reacquainted as she was. Merlin, was she ready!

She pinched his arm. “It seems that I also get to experience your emotions during these dreams as well.”

“You, ah… Hell, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything Sam. It’s okay. We had one night together with little to no talking and I left. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know that in my mind, but why does it feel like I did?”

“I don’t know, but I’d like to get to know you and see if we could have more.”

His smile was shadowed but it still made her head swim. “Me too.” And Hermione felt the baby move. A sense of peace and contentment flowed over her and instead of it banking the fire in her belly; it fanned the flames white hot.

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Dean looked at the clock again and Bobby snorted. “Get goin’, neither bed in that room is large enough for the both of them. Go on and bring them in here.”

He gladly left the room to fetch his brother. The little bit that Bobby had told him was amazing and shocking. What Hermione had done was declare a Wizard’s Oath. The capital letters were important to keep in mind because if she broke that oath, she could either lose her magic or worse, her life.

Dean knocked on the door right before he pushed it open and the sight of Hermione laid out on the bed, her lips swollen from Sam’s kisses and face flushed with desire as his little brother scraped his teeth down her neck caused a distinct tightness in his jeans. It was a sudden and unexpected feeling since she was not the type of woman he was normally attracted to and Sam had already claimed her. He pulled his jacket closed and coughed loudly.

“Dude! I knew you weren’t talking in here! Hey, you’re gonna squish her on that tiny bed Gigantor.”

Hermione laid back and covered her eyes with the crook of her elbow to hide her flushed face and Dean watched as Sam laid his flushed cheek on her rounded stomach. There was a twitch and they broke out into huge grins.

“Oh my God! Is that...?”

“Yes.”

Sam held his hand out to Dean. “Dean! Come here and feel this!”

Some indefinable emotion ran through Dean and tightened his chest. “Dude! I’m not gonna grope your girl’s stomach!”

“Don’t be a bitch! The baby just kicked again. I think it’s…”

“He.”

“A he?”

“Uh huh.”

“Dean, ‘he’ is reacting to your voice, now get over here.”

Although secretly delighted at the thought, Dean made the appearance of dragging his feet. Impatient, Sam grabbed his hand and pressed it onto her stomach. He felt a fluttering and Dean asked, “Is that it?” There was a sudden thump against his fingers and then firm pressure against his palm.

Dean looked at Sam and had to blink against the bright happiness in his brother’s green eyes. His gaze moved to see Hermione’s reaction and he caught a flash of something he shouldn’t have seen in her expression. She dropped her gaze, but not before his heart flipped over and started to pound. He snatched his hand away and stalked to the door.

“Bobby wants y’all to come into the kitchen.”

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Hermione was troubled by her reaction to Dean’s hand on her stomach and the baby’s energetic response made it all the more confusing. Now that the initial danger from the demon was passed and there was time to breathe and reflect, she could feel the baby’s emotions when they spiked. The baby had been happy and content. A feeling of safety enveloped her as Sam murmured to her belly the first time, but when Dean had touched her stomach, there was a flare of excitement and joy and it pierced her heart.

She didn’t know how to deal with it. Sam was the first man to ever overwhelm her emotionally and physically. The scent of him alone made her lower regions clench. Everything about him was a distraction. But now it seemed that she was attracted to Dean as well. Stupid pregnancy hormones. From what she had read on the subject, she knew her sex drive would be off the charts. If this infernal attraction spread to Bobby Singer? There would be an Avada in her very near future. Usually Hermione was practical and up front. But, just this once? Denial looked like a good option. Especially since Dean had jerked his hand away from her so fast he almost left skid marks. There was no way she would do anything that would drive a wedge between the Winchester brothers. No matter how difficult it got between her and Dean. She’d leave first. Even though the thought of leaving them caused agitation in the baby and made her feel violently nauseated.

She followed Sam into the kitchen and they all sat at the table and after a few pointed questions to which Mr. Singer answered grudgingly, Hermione knew her suspicions regarding Bobby were correct. He asked her to use his first name since he always looked for his father when someone called him Mr. Singer. He confirmed that he was indeed a Squib. But don’t call him that. Apparently in America that term was as distasteful as Mudblood. Bobby had a Muggle father and his mother had been a Witch. Unfortunately, his mother had died in childbirth and all family on her side with the exception of his maternal grandfather blamed Bobby and his father for her death because she chose to live with the elder Mr. Singer in the Muggle world. After Bobby’s wife was killed by a demon, his grandfather strengthened the wards on his property beyond what even the Malfoys had on their ancestral home. As she had said before, impressive.

Although fully educated in the lore of the Wizarding World, America; Bobby had little to no knowledge of other countries’ magical communities and so had no idea who she was. It was a blessing and a curse. A blessing since she wouldn’t have to deal with the baggage that came with her famous name and a curse because they didn’t afford the usual immediate trust she received due to that name.

Hermione decided to view it as a fresh start. Bobby and the Winchesters would learn to trust her on her own merits. There was a lull and something caught her eye. She had been so focused on talking with Bobby and the brothers that it wasn’t until the conversation had died down a bit that she noticed the room.

She swallowed back the revulsion and asked, “Surely you didn’t intend to bring me food from this kitchen?”

Bobby and Dean looked bewildered and Sam slightly sheepish.

She pulled out her wand. After the first few spells, the men cleared the room to escape her tirade against lazy bachelors and food poisoning. Mrs. Weasley would have been proud.

When she was done, she found Sam waiting in the hallway, holding two large pizza boxes. They all enjoyed the meal in the clean kitchen and Bobby grudgingly thanked her for her hard work.

After the meal, there were a few uncomfortable false starts at a new conversation, but Sam had begun looking decidedly uneasy and Dean was twitching. She looked between them and sighed.

“When are you leaving?”

“We need to leave soon.”

“I suppose you want me to stay behind?”

Dean looked from her stomach to her face and back. “We’re goin’ after a ghoul and no way are you coming with us.”

Her face darkened and a plate rattled and Sam’s voice broke through her building temper.

“Hermione, you’d be better off here than stuffed into the back of the Impala. Bobby said you could stay.” He leaned in and whispered into her ear, “He’s got stacks and stacks of books in the dining room.”

Sam smiled as her eyes dilated and she breathed, “Oh, really?”

“Yeah. And they need organizing too.”

Her face flushed and there was a choked cough that sounded suspiciously like Dean. Hermione ignored it and pulled Sam in for a kiss. When she was done, his eyes were hazy and she smirked. “That’ll only work once Sam. Go on and get your ghoul. I’ll be here when you two get back.” She turned to Dean. “Be careful.” He watched her with dark eyes and only nodded in response.

As they passed through the door, she heard Dean’s voice. “Dude! I can’t believe that actually worked!”

“You’d have to actually talk to a girl for more than the five minutes it takes to pick them up Dean.”

When the sound of the Impala died away, Hermione turned to Bobby, crossed her arms over her chest and pinned him with a hard look. It was that look she used on the boys during finals week and they wanted to go play Quidditch instead of studying.

“So what exactly did Dean do to bring Sam back from the dead?”

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Sam and Dean were gone for a week. It took Hermione a full day to worm the truth out of Bobby. Another 24 hours went by before Hermione was calm enough to speak, but she had to use another half day to ‘Repairo’ all of the things that broke during her emotional outburst. When she saw the state of Bobby’s library, she nearly had another tantrum, but the thought of damaging the books helped her keep her temper. Bobby wisely kept himself scarce.

When the boys walked through the door, Hermione kissed Sam and slugged Dean on the arm before she went back to the stack of books surrounding her chair. The brothers shared a look and realized that Bobby had probably told her about Dean’s deal. Sam pushed his brother into the kitchen and carefully approached Hermione.

“Hermione.” His tone was soft and low and she paused in her search long enough to shiver and then resumed her page turning. He watched her turn a page, scan each side for about ten seconds and then turn again.

“What are you doing Hermione?”

She paused again and looked up at him. Her eyes were dark and unreadable as she took the time to catalog the scrape on his cheek and the cut on his chin.

“Researching.”

“Researching for what Hermione?”

She ignored his direct question. “Bobby has an interesting collection here. I couldn’t believe it when I went through the myriad of stacks throughout the house. He has copies of several books that have been out of circulation for decades. And here they were, stacked on the floor. There was actually a copy of ‘The Compendium of Osiris’ under a year’s worth of ‘Field & Stream’.”

A tear escaped her lashes and splashed on her lap. She blinked and then his large hand was folding over hers.

She was looking for a way to save his brother. For this alone, Sam could love her. Oh god, he loved her and the demon was destroyed and she was having his child, his son. If they could save Dean from his crossroad deal, everything would be right.

“We’ll find it together.” Sam’s voice washed over her and she sniffled as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. Neither was aware of their audience.

Dean’s attempt at a smile failed and he patted Bobby on the shoulder. “Looks like the couch tonight. Hey did you get a new one?”

The older man snorted. “Yeah right. Lord save me from pregnant nesting females. She cleaned it and re-stuffed the cushions.”

“Thank you, thank you Jesus!” He made himself comfortable and tried unsuccessfully to not think about what was happening in the other room.

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When Sam cleared the doorway he stopped, his surprised gaze examining the changes to the bedroom. Instead of two twin beds, there was one oversized king. All of the cobwebs were gone and instead of old gym locker, the air was fresh.

He was quiet for so long, Hermione started to lose her nerve. Thinking she had misunderstood, she wished she had waited to ask what he wanted instead of just assuming he would want to...

“How did you do this?” Her spirits lifted at the happiness in his voice.

“Magic of course. I transfigured the two beds into one, keeping mind…” he cut of her explanation with his mouth, slanting his lips across hers for maximum access. He kissed her so deeply and hungrily that the heat coming off of them could have vaporized ice. She felt immeasurably better than just a moment before and melted in his arms, not noticing his forward motion until they were laid out on the bed. Sam made sure to keep from putting pressure on her stomach and she suddenly realized she – Was. Pregnant. And sat up.

“Wha..?” Sam watched her with drugged eyes and protested when she moved away from him. “What’s wrong, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No. This will sound so silly when I say it out loud.”

He pulled her back to him and they faced each other on their sides, her round stomach fitting into the concavity of his.

“You can tell me anything.”

“I’m a huge bloody cow.”

He smiled at that and kissed her temple. “You are not huge or a cow. You did notice that I carried you in here and I’m not even out of breath right?”

“I guess.”

“Let me show you how much I want you.” He didn’t wait for her reply. Sam tilted her head up and kissed her, his lips soft and searching as he plucked at her clothing. The ease in which he undressed her answered the question of how their clothes had disappeared so quickly the first time. The fact that he made her head spin was probably a contributing factor. As before, their clothes were gone in what seemed like a blink and his deft fingers were everywhere, stroking her back, neck and then her round belly.

She made a token protest, but he felt so very good that it died a quick death. His shaggy head moved down her neck and he marveled at the sight of her enlarged breasts. They were much more sensitive and he took his time, his hands and mouth stroking her into a frenzied state. He kissed and licked his way around her stomach, not leaving one inch unexplored. She met his eyes as he knelt between her legs, her thighs draped out over his and he splayed his hands over their child. The emotion in his gaze was so fierce Hermione’s breath caught in her throat.

His hands caressed her skin in soft circular motions punctuated by his reverent words. “Mine. Ours. A Winchester. And he knows us. Dean and I. Family.” His tear filled voice gave testament to the ferocity if his emotions. She regarded him solemnly, wondering where they were headed and if they would manage to get there together.

His cock nudged her opening and her breath caught as she remembered his size. She covered his hands with hers as he pushed inside and the pressure of his width stretching her was almost too much. Hermione whimpered and her hips arched up, her body aching for more and with a groan he sank into her completely. Sam set the pace and it was maddeningly slow as he relished the heaven her body sent him into.

“I’m in you. God, I can’t believe I’m in you again and it’s better than I remembered.” He watched her reaction to his voice as it shivered across her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. A wicked light gleamed in his eye and he began to speak to her in a low urgent tone, choking at times when her muscles clamped down in response.

He spoke of all the things he planned to do with her and it was more erotic than anything she had ever read about and… oh…

His slow tilted thrusts hit that spot that he never failed to touch and she nearly passed out as she came. Her inner muscles clamped down so hard Sam was almost afraid to come as well, but the pressure was unrelenting and he fell over the edge, his thrusts strong and erratic as her body wrung every last drop from his. He lay on his side, pulling her to his chest and absorbing her shivers as he held her close. They lay together, soaking in the glow of their combined heat until a pressing need made itself known.

Hermione wriggled and despite Sam’s mumbled protests, she pulled away with an embarrassed, “Need the loo.” She wrapped her robe around her and opened the door silently, not wanting to disturb the rest of the house. She stopped in the kitchen on the way back to satisfy a rumbling stomach and walked through the living room, completely forgetting that Dean had probably bunked on the couch.

Dean had just dropped off to sleep when a scuffing sound brought him back to awareness. He noticed the stove light from the kitchen had been turned on and it backlit a small form moving through the room. From the size, he guessed it had to be Hermione and Dean wondered what she was doing wandering the house at such a late hour. His eyes adjusted and he watched with avid interest as she bit into an apple, catching the juice with her fingers as it slid down her chin. He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut and ranted at himself for wanting what belonged to his brother.

He wanted Sammy to be happy and Dean prayed that she would take care of his brother after the hounds took his soul.

TBC...