crossoverfic | [FIC]Pas de Bas Ch 6, SPN/HP, M, Sam/Hermione/Dean

Title: Pas De Bas
Author:

dharkapparition
Fandoms: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Rating: M

Warnings: Language, some violence, Het, character death ** 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.

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Previously: Another wave of power washed through the room and Dean felt something shift deep inside. The tension and frightened anticipation he had unconsciously carried for too long just disappeared. It had been such a burden that when it was gone he felt lightheaded and swayed before Sam’s warm hand on his arm steadied him.

Chapter 6

Two hours.

What happened to the time? Dean had been dreading this moment for a year and somehow the last two weeks had pushed it out of his mind. This time with his family had been more than he had ever thought to hope for. The days had been filled with Sam and Hermione and baby Jonathan. His first steps, Jonathan’s not Sam’s, although Dean wondered about that boy sometimes. It took the kid a total of one day to master walking and then he was running everywhere. Just like Sam did as a baby.

His first word was, of course, Dada. Hermione wasn’t particularly upset by it; she said that was the easiest for a baby to say. Now his second word? She got just a little miffed. It was Uncadee. Just like that, all together. Not even that stinging hex could wipe the shit eating grin of Dean’s face. Hell the thought of it still made him grin like a fool. Hermione tried to hide her wet eyes, but thinking back, Dean knew she had been thinking about today.

The days were wonderful, but the nights? At night, Dean did his best to find out if death by fantastic sex was possible. Unfortunately, if the partners were human, it wasn’t. They sure enjoyed trying though.

After the tree ritual, Dean never asked about the ceremony and refused to think about it at all. Sam and Hermione had stopped making a visible effort at finding a way out. He wanted to live for the now and not dwell on what they couldn’t control. Well, that’s what he forced himself to imagine anyway. Dean really didn’t believe they stopped looking, they just hid their efforts. He was grateful for that.

Something freaky happened a few days after the ceremony. Dean and Jonathan were in the kitchen when it happened. The elder Winchester had their collection of weapons out for cleaning and he was giving the youngest a lesson in firearms. Hey, it was never too early for basic weapons knowledge.

Dean was working on a particularly grimy part when the boy squealed in laughter, clapping his hands excitedly and babbling mostly nonsense words. There was a flash of heat around his neck, but it was gone before he could react. Jonathan climbed into his lap and waved his leg in the air and Dean noticed that the boy’s ankle torc was missing. Where it should have been was instead a shimmering tattoo. It was a perfect replica of the torc Severus had gifted to his Godson before their ceremony.

His hand flew up to feel for his neckpiece and, although the familiar weight was still present, the bulk was gone. He ran to the bathroom, baby Jonathan giggling all the way and gasped at what he saw. The torc had somehow melded with his skin, leaving behind what looked to be the most wickedly kickass tattoo Dean had ever seen. Chubby baby hands patted his cheeks and Dean smiled into familiar green eyes. He kissed the top of Jonathan’s head, inhaling the scent of baby and remembering doing the same with Sammy all those years ago. His cell phone rang and he picked up, wincing at Hermione’s shrill anxious voice on the other end. Her neckpiece had done the same as his and Dean told her about the baby’s and yes he’d go out and check on Samantha. Bobby was loading the last of their supplies and they would be home ASAP. Hermione’s kind of ASAP, which meant in about fifteen minutes versus the forty-five it took to drive.

Sam burst into the kitchen and since he had been working shirtless in the garden, Dean saw no reason to ask. It was plain as could be. Sam was a bit too excited, but Dean brushed it off as the result of too much coffee earlier. Dean should have known something was up, but once again, he refused to think about it. It didn’t seem to have had any adverse effect and so he went back to cleaning and Jonathan stayed on his lap to help. The kid was a genius. Seriously. All Dean had to do was show the kid a part once and name it and then he could pick it out of a pile with ease. Completely awesome.

Sam was especially intense that night. As soon as they put Jonathan to bed, little brother had Hermione flat on her back. If he had thought about it harder, Dean would have realized Sam was way too focused on her stomach. She didn’t notice either. Of course the Winchester men took great pride in the fact that they could reduce their resident genius to babbling incoherency. The fact that she did the same to them was beside the point.

The furor died down by the next morning and they went back to living and ignoring the coming deadline.

There was a little excitement when Severus received a letter from Hermione’s friend Harry, asking if he could speak with her.

It was gettin' to be Grand-freakin'-Central Station around here.

Apparently someone named Shacklebolt (who the hell came up with these freaked out names anyway?) had forced the whiny bitch to watch her memory of that day and had had to admit that she wasn’t at fault for Ron’s death. Dean wasn’t keen on having visitors and neither was Bobby, but they gave in when Hermione used ‘The Look’ again. It was a mixed blessing that he didn’t have much time left. Otherwise the elder Winchester would be one whipped puppy. Yeah, that would suck. Sure…

So, Harry secured a temporary VISA to visit. Hermione had insisted on it, so there would an official Wizarding record just in case Harry decided to try and pull something sneaky. Hermione was willing to remain friends, but too many things had happened for her to trust blindly again. To avoid trouble, Severus took the time to journey overseas to gather a few rare plants for his garden. Harry showed up and introductions occurred and the little shit got offended when neither Sam nor Dean would allow Hermione to be alone with him. Hermione had been clutching Sam’s hand in a bruising grip that only relaxed when Harry left in a huff. Dean told the punk’s retreating back that he wasn’t welcomed ‘round here if he didn’t grow up.

The wards were reset and Sam asked if she was okay. Hermione explained that she had been feeling a bit crampy and it was possible her cycle was about to start. Not really wanting to waste precious time on that idiot, Dean nonetheless asked Hermione if she was okay about things (that he made that effort should have been a clue that something as off, but denial was a comfy place). She smiled sweetly, explaining that chapter of her life was done and if they could patch things up later; that’d be fine. Sam kissed her head and left the room whistling and they went back to their routine yet again.

There was a letter from a Charlie Weasley a day later. Sam and Dean covertly watched her read it and when she set it on the table and left the room without speaking, Dean snatched it up and Sam read it over his shoulder.

This Charlie dude had wanted to know if she was okay and asked for forgiveness that he hadn’t been able to reach her sooner. Apparently Harry’s willingness to reconcile was a front to get at her for revenge.

“I knew that rat was up to something!” Sam agreed and they resumed reading.

The Weasley family had had no part in his plans. Harry had grown unstable since Ron’s death but had been hiding it fairly well from everyone but Charlie. He didn’t find out about Harry’s trip to the states until his return. The evidence that Charlie supplied added to Harry’s glaring mental condition prompted his admittance to St. Mungo’s ward. His room was directly across from Lockhart’s and Hermione could be assured that his would be an extended stay. Charlie apologized also for the family not contacting her, but Harry’s deterioration and Ron’s death, while not her fault, were too fresh a wound and time was needed.

Sam checked that Jonathan was still sleeping and then they both went to check on Hermione. They found her in the middle of their bed, clutching Dean’s pillow to her face to muffle her sobs. They climbed in with her and wrapped themselves around her like a blanket with Dean facing her and Sam pressed in from behind. Sam coaxed an explanation from her and all Dean could do was suppress his anger and listen.

The Weasleys were the closest thing to family she had had from the age of 11. Her parents, while not intentionally cruel, never had much time for her. They had discovered early on that she could be completely entertained by a book and so instead of personal time, they gave her reading material. The Grangers had retired to Southern France when the Wizarding war began to escalate due to threats against them because of Hermione’s friendship with Harry. Contact had trickled down to a card at the holidays. They had even taken her cat Crookshanks with them, citing that he would be happier with them than stuck in her flat all day while she was at work.

She tried to put on a brave façade. “I’m just feeling a little lost. They’ve been in my life for almost fifteen years and now…” Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks and Dean had never felt so helpless. Wait, yes he had. When he lost Dad and then Sam.

Sam nuzzled the top of her head. “Shhh. We’re still here. We’re not going anywhere. We’re your family now.” His hand traveled from her hair to rest on her stomach, stroking small circles over its surface as his voice soothed her. Dean let Sam do the talking. From day one of her arrival, Dean had been impressed with the way his little brother’s voice affected Hermione. “Dean and me and the baby.”

Hermione was watching Dean with hooded eyes, her breath quivering randomly as Sam’s voice worked its magic. His gaze focused on her mouth as her tongue wet her upper lip. Just as Sam’s voice affected Hermione beyond reason, her eyes and mouth drove Dean to distraction. He was constantly leaning in for a taste throughout the day. It didn’t take much, a quirk of a brow, the flash of a tongue, a heat filled glance and Dean would have to kiss her. Bobby scolded them a few times, citing young eyes, but Hermione put her foot down and said that there was nothing wrong with a child seeing that his parents cared for each other. They kept it PG and they wouldn’t hide their affection.

Jonathan was a very loving little boy.

As Sam’s voice continued to move through the room, Dean gently pulled the pillow from her arms and moved into the empty space. He closed the distance and rubbed his mouth against hers with the barest trace of pressure. She opened for him and he took great care with whispering touches, pulling back as she tried to increase the pressure. Her gasp bought him out of his dazed state and she looked at him with a hopeful light glowing in her brown eyes.

“Do you?”

“Hmmm?” Something niggled at the back of his mind and Dean replayed the ‘conversation’ of the past few minutes. Sam’s voice replayed, “Don’t you know that we love you Hermione?”

‘Oh shit.’ Sam actually said it and she was looking at him and ‘Oh god he wasn’t ready to say it.’ Wasn’t ready? ‘Dude, you’ve got just over a week left. Suck it up and tell her!’

He blinked and then realized he hadn’t said anything yet and smiled at her. It was that smile. The patented Dean ‘drop your panties’ smile. It was the first time he had used it on her and Whoo boy; he’d have to keep it in reserve. Wouldn’t want it to lose its potency. There was stunned expression on her face and then Sam pinched him, hard and glared. ‘Dude was seriously killing the moment... Oh yeah!’ Dean ghosted his fingers down her face and she leaned into his touch almost purring. “Yeah, we do.” She moved in for a kiss, but his hand cupping her cheek halted her progress and she looked at him curiously. He met her eyes, his was voice low and hot, “I love you Hermione Granger.”

“Winchester.” Sam interjected, the urgency in his voice matching his brother’s as his nimble fingers worked at divesting Hermione of her clothing.

“Yeah. Hermione Winchester, I lo...”

Hermione devoured his mouth, taking control of the kiss before Dean had a chance to think. She broke free when breathing became an issue and nipped his chin and then turned her head and Sam caught her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands continued on their quest to bare her body and Dean took advantage, tasting her skin with open mouthed kisses as it was revealed. Her hand fisted in Dean’s hair as his mouth closed over a nipple and there was a collective groan throughout the room. Sam’s magical hands had done their work and Dean was currently the only one with clothing. He worked swiftly to remedy that problem and gasped when her small hand seized his erection.

Her leg was draped back over Sam’s thigh, opening her to Dean’s hungry eyes and Sam’s urgent cock. Her hand clenched around Dean’s length as Sam surged into her in one gliding stroke. Hermione used Dean’s favorite body part to pull him in closer and she captured his mouth once more, stroking him just hard enough it was just this side of pleasure/pain. Sogoodloveyoujustlikethatohmygod…

Dean lost all sense of himself as he rocked into her hand and took her tongue into his mouth, accepting her aggression and celebrated it. He enjoyed relinquishing control to Hermione on occasion. Sammy always had his back (Not that way you perv. Sam’s his brother and a dude. If that’s your thing so be it. No, it was all about Hermione when they were all together.) and Dean knew he was safe with her in control and reveled in it all. He took great pleasure from it, every second of it, because every moment counted.

Bare seconds after release, Hermione wriggled out from under Dean, narrowly avoiding putting an elbow in Sam’s vulnerable stomach. The patter of feet could be heard and they had learned the hard way that basking in the after glow with a mobile child in the house was a dangerous proposition. Despite his high level of intelligence, Jonathan wasn’t quite old enough to understand the concept of privacy and his parents’ need for it.

She threw t-shirts and boxers at the men as she hurriedly struggled into her own clothes. The doorknob rattled. “Mumumum. Hungee mum.”

Dean got to the door before Hermione and flung it open.

“Hey sport! How about we go make a picnic supper? Eat on the floor in the living room huh?”

“Uncadee! Uncadee! Eat eat!” His head peeked around Dean’s shoulder, “Poppa come?”

“Be right there big guy.”

They disappeared around the corner and a breathless Sam pulled a giggling Hermione to him. Even sitting on the low bed, she was only about a head taller than he and he nuzzled her sensitized breasts through the soft material covering them.

She ran her fingers through his tousled hair and he rested his chin on her sternum, watching her with warm green eyes.

“I’m sorry I never said it before.”

She looked at him quizzically. “Said what before?”

“That I love you. I have, from almost the beginning I think.”

“Really?”

“Really.” His breathing stuttered at the molten heat that flared in her eyes.

Dean set Jonathan up in the living room and went in search of the AWOL pair. He stopped in the doorway, arrested by the sight of them together. Their clothes were in a heap on the floor and Hermione straddled his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. They were barely moving as they stared into each other’s eyes. He found out later Hermione had just introduced Sam to Tantric sex. That position was something she has read about and apparently, the situation was ripe for it. Knowing Jonathan would come searching for him soon; Dean quietly shut the door and fed the boy.

Life was good.

When Severus returned and heard what had happened, he felt a bit guilty for not anticipating Harry the jerk’s instability and Hermione yelled at him for being melodramatic. The expression on the man’s face was classic.

Dean missed the conspiratory look that passed between Sam and the Wizard.

Snape had become a semi-permanent fixture. The acreage bordering the North side of Bobby’s had sat empty after repossession for back taxes and the man bought it for a song. In no time, Snape had moved his potions business from England to Lawrence County, South Dakota. Hermione set him up with internet and he was soon supplying higher end potions for the majority of the country. The magical community here couldn’t have cared less what side of the war he had been on across the Pond. His reputation as a Master had never been tarnished here and he was soon the most sought after Apothecary in the Americas.

Dean was just glad the man had something to do now and had stopped shoving those nasty potions down his throat every day. The last one was two days ago and Dean was pretty sure the man put something really awful in it. His smirk was especially evil as Dean choked it down.

The man had surprised them with the offer of a portion of the property to build their home. When they broached the subject with Bobby, he got offended and they all agreed that the Singers and the Winchesters were happy with their current arrangement. Hermione had begun planning an expansion of the house while Bobby made half-hearted grumbles that they all knew the older man didn’t mean.

But enough reminiscing.

Dean had just watched the most beautiful sunset he had ever seen as he held his wife, nephew and brother. Yes, he said wife. He knew they weren’t actually married, but that’s what it felt like and the look on her face the first time he called her that was worth it. And yes, Dean Winchester willingly participated in the most clichéd chick-flick moment ever and damned if a speck of sand didn’t get caught in his eye. Shut up bitch. I’m entitled.

Midnight approached and Dean was thankful that Jonathan was asleep. He probably wouldn’t stay that way, but it would be better if he did. They weren’t sure if the Hounds would actually hurt Dean if he didn’t struggle. His family refused to leave and so Dean made them promise to stay within the circle of protection Snape had provided. Sam and Hermione seemed so calm but before Dean could think about it too hard; they heard the Hounds in the distance.

Dean had thought that the sound of Hermione crying was awful. That was music compared to a Hellhound baying for your soul.

Worst. Sound. EVER.

There were two of them and Dean couldn’t help but tense as they drew near. They stopped and milled about, searching the ground. The scent of sulfur in the air was heavy and Dean coughed the clear his lungs. One of them whined and the other actually stretched its neck towards him and sniffed his pantleg and then sneezed irritably. Dean looked at his family and noticed that Jonathan was awake.

The hounds moved to the circle, sniffed it and then moved off, whining agitatedly. Panic rose in his chest and he regretted letting them bully him into this. They shouldn’t see this. Jonathan espec… he was laughing. Dean was about to lose it and the kid was laughing. There was a whisper and his vision went a little hazy and he felt like he was wrapped in cotton as he turned and it was right there. The crossroads demon was wearing an old woman this trip.

For a second, the lined face was smirking. But then her face fell and flushed red with anger.

“What did I tell you would happen if you broke our deal Dean Winchester?”

‘Dammit, why did he feel like he was in the middle of a two day drunk?’

“What are you talking about bitch? Would I be standing here if I had figured out how to get out of our deal without killing my brother?”

He could see that she believed him and she turned her gaze to his family.

“How did you do it? How did you break our pact? It shouldn’t be possible, not with the condition I set.”

Hermione opened her mouth. “Oh! Well you see…” The sound was cut off when Sam clamped his big hand over her mouth. She looked up at him indignantly.

“She doesn’t need the details, just the understanding that it all occurred without Dean’s knowledge or informed participation. She knows the truth. If we were lying, I’d already be dead.”

The end?

No. Well that little scene ended with Dean keeping his soul. But it didn’t end with a big howling battle, guns blazing and blood flying. Sure the demon tried to bully the answer out of Sam. But Dean realized that in the last year, his little brother had grown up into a formidable man. Dad would have been proud.

They went home and celebrated. When the baby was in bed and everyone was nice and toasted, the real story came out.

It seems that Sam and Snape conspired with Hermione to use the Animafigere Binding Ceremony to keep Dean out of hell. It was a Hand-fasting Ceremony on steroids. So they really were married. It wasn’t recognized by the government, but then they really didn’t care about stuff like that. The catch to the binding was that it had to be a sincere act. Yes applause is appropriate, thank you. My brother and wife are fucking geniuses. Integrating Jonathan into the ritual only added strength to the binding. Then there was the little side plot the two men had, completely without Hermione’s participation. Not only did Snape feed him an aphrodisiac that first night, he had added a fertility potion to it. Wait, it gets better.

The potion Sam gave Hermione? She had thought it was a Contraceptus potion but it was really a fertility potion similar to Dean’s, a powerful one. Sam’s potion was the contraceptive. The following potions that the Wizard kept shoving down Dean’s throat were a combination of liquid complacency and fertility. They didn’t want Dean to start asking questions before the deadline.

That little incident with the torcs turning into tattoos? Upon conception of a child from each partner, the binding is permanent and unbreakable. Dean’s soul was permanently bound to Sam, Hermione and Jonathan’s, and possibly the newest soon to be member of the Winchester clan.

There was an added benefit. No one involved could ever put their soul in jeopardy like Dean had. With them bound and integrated, it would be impossible to make any type of deal involving an individual. All would have to agree. Too cool for words according to Sam.

Dean was going to be a daddy.

It was, by far the most exciting and terrifying thing he could imagine. Hermione’s dreams weren’t quite as horrifying as they had been with Jonathan, but then, they weren’t hunting so much yet. It seems that Sam passed his psychic ability to Jonathan and it bled through to Hermione while she carried him in her womb. Hence the five months of horrific dreams starring the Winchesters.

Snape and Sam both suffered Hermione’s wrath for keeping the fertility potion a secret from her. Sam tried to explain their reasoning and ended up bald… for a week. Dean told her she let him off easy. The last time Sam was bald, it lasted for a lot longer. As for Snape? Dude, pink was SO not Snape’s color.

Imagine a pink Severus Snape. Go ahead and shudder, seeing it was much worse than imagining it, believe me. His punishment only lasted three days since the man couldn’t leave his house and he had a new client coming in.

She’s such a pushover.

TBC…