crossoverfic | [FIC] Pas de Bas ch 7, SPN/HP, Sam/Hermione/Dean, M (Reply)

Title: Pas De Bas

Author: dhark_charlotte
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: 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.

Ch 7

Things had seemed to settle down again and the brothers began looking into an exorcism the next state over when a call for help came in.

That son of a bitch Henriksen had somehow linked the Harvelles to the Winchester brothers and both Ellen and Jo were in hiding. Jo was okay so far since she had taken up with someone and Ellen trusted the guy to watch her daughter’s back. The problem was Ellen. She had received her insurance check and was about to contract with someone to rebuild when that asshat Feeb showed up. It took her twelve hours of fast talking and a good lawyer to get free of him. She cashed her check and called Bobby. Bobby asked Severus if he could go get her since in the time it would take to drive there and back, Henriksen could get a hair up his ass and try to haul her in again. The added benefit of untraceable apparition was obvious.

The Wizard agreed and he left, a note from Bobby clutched in his hand. When they arrived, Snape had a swollen nose, black eye and had shoved Ellen into Hermione’s arms with a scowl. Ellen was not the trusting sort and that combined with Snape’s impatience and you have a volatile combination. Dean was impressed that the man hadn’t retaliated.

Hermione studied the two and merely smiled that smile. The one that usually had the men running to avoid whatever plan she was cooking up. Severus had left before he saw it. If he had caught a glimpse of it, he would have packed everything up and moved to Indiana or some other unassuming locale.

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The snarky dude never knew what hit him.

After a month of constant badgering, Hermione convinced Severus to offer a partnership to Ellen. Dean thought Hermione was crazy for trying to hook those two up. He fully expected to find an unmarked grave somewhere on the property one day. Time would only tell who would actually be in it.

That Ellen and Snape liked each other was weird. He’d snark and she’d slap him down every time. But not in front of strangers. The woman seemed to understand immediately that his pride was ultimately important to him and as a result, extremely fragile.

So now there was a brand new Roadhouse, renamed Raven’s Nest located at the far end of Snape’s property. Conveniently located near The Apothocary. Snape insisted on naming his business that way. Don’t laugh. I did and I got a sore ass for my troubles. Not many of the Hunters trusted the products he produced yet but word of mouth was spreading fast. It was made perfectly clear that they weren’t to share the potions with the public in general or ever tell a non-initiated what they were or where they got them or said parties would be cut off. It was an effective threat since doctors and hospitals were dangerous places for people in their line of work. None of them dared use stolen credit to pay him either. Bartering was the most used form of payment. Snape was the best supplied Potions Master in the country. It seems that creature parts are in high demand for some of the more powerful potions.

Now, we won’t go over the details of the courtship of Ellen and Severus ‘cause we don’t need the mental pictures. Dean suspected something was up when Snape came to him and asked for instruction. Now get your mind out of the gutter. I don’t care how much I like Ellen, if the dude didn’t know what he’s doin’ by now, she’d have to be the one to teach him.

No, apparently some of the Hunters weren’t affording Ellen the respect that Snape thought she deserved. Which meant that someone grabbed her ass and he wasn’t satisfied with the black eye she most likely gave the idiot. Ellen had banned magic use in the bar and so Snape felt it was necessary to learn ‘physical defense’. The guy had a good build on him and Dean had a two-fold benefit. There was the extra training/sparring and he got to knock Snape on his ass everyday for three weeks. Hoo Yah.

Dean knew Hermione had been right about those two when, out of the blue, gifts appeared on the porch. All for their girl. From the bad tempered guy. These weren’t ordinary gifts either. There was a 6 week old Kneazle kitten, promptly named ‘Tucker’ by Jonathan; a huge barn owl (so Hermione would stop using Snape’s raven for her letters), and the largest box of the most fantastic chocolate Dean had ever experienced. It was like an orgy in your mouth. And it never seemed to run out. Just for that alone, Dean would tolerate Snape’s bad ‘tude.

The dude’s attitude didn’t really change much, but he seemed more relaxed. If Ellen’s manner was anything to go by, a good time was being had by all.

Moving on…

With quite a bit of persuading from Sam, she agreed that her researching skills were more valuable than any possible Hunting skills and began to create an online library. For the moment, it was only accessible to their inner circle. As they made the acquaintance with other hunters, they would pass on the valuable resource if the other person/team agreed to being questioned by Snape. The dude had some mad skills when it came to flushing out possible enemies.

Hermione’s pregnancy was moving along well. It was a common sight in the evenings to see Jonathan with his ear pressed to Hermione’s stomach, singing or talking to the newest Winchester in the making. As her due date approached, Hermione became increasingly uncomfortable and was unable to engage in their usual sexual activity which left her agitated and snappish. Not that they pressed her or made her feel guilty, they were both at a loss as to what to do. She complained that Dean was hovering and threatened to hex him, so Sam hauled him to a haunting in Iowa so she wouldn’t be provoked into doing something more drastic. Like making him barf slugs… Dude. That’s just… wrong.

Dean was reluctant to leave. Yes, Dean Winchester wanted to stay home and watch over his wife. He kept getting the feeling something was about to happen. Women went into labor early right and she would need him with her. She still refused to tell him if the baby was a boy or a girl. He had tried everything in his arsenal including ‘the look’ and Hermione had somehow managed to resist him. Sam said she wanted it to be a surprise. Some surprises were overrated.

An hour into their trip, Etta James’ voice started singing, clearly audible since the radio wasn’t blaring Dean’s usual music. The elder Winchester fumbled with his phone, a flush tingeing his cheeks. “Hermione, ya gotta stop changin’ my ringtones. Of course… yes, I do, but it’s embarrassing. No, no one else is in the car but Sam, but… honey don’t cry, do we need to turn around? I know you didn’t mean it. Love you too. You wanna talk to Sam?” He handed to phone to Sam.

“Hey baby. You feelin’ okay? No, you’re not a bitch. We can call Weston to do this job. He’s in the area. You sure?” He leaned back against the door, his voice lowered and Dean knew his little brother was working his magic on their wife. “You know we do. No, but the other things we can do are good too. What are you doing? God… Hermione… if you don’t stop I’m making Dean turn the car around right now. Yes I will. Then stop telling me about it, I’m dyin’ here. No! I’m not gonna do that in front of Dean. That’s different. Cause we’re with you. Please don’t tell me that you’ve thought about… Good ‘cause you were starting to freak me out a little.” He laughed. “You’re so bad. I love you too. Bye.”

Dean was watching his brother, dying to know what they had been talking about ‘cause it sounded pretty freaky on his end.

“She actually said she was… and then asked me to… in front of you! And she actually started to…”

“She wasn’t serious was she ‘cuz… Dude, no offense but…” A panicked looked crossed his face and Dean shivered and swallowed hard. “No way, Hermione didn’t really think that we would…”

Sam’s head swung around to face him. “No! Man she was just teasing me. I honestly think she was relieved by my reaction.”

“Good.” Sam didn’t say a word when Dean popped in the Black Album and cranked the sound. Both of them were relieved when they crossed the city limit signs and found a motel. The library didn’t open until morning so they ate and then turned in early after a quick phone call to tell Jonathan good night. Dean laughed as he hung up with Hermione. She had sounded decidedly embarrassed when he teased her about her aborted attempt at phone sex. He let her off the hook and told her they could try again when it was less awkward for everyone. He hung up and caught Sam grinning at him.

“She’s got you so twisted.”

“Shut up bitch.”

They had just finished reburying the burned remains when a frantic call from Bobby had them breaking several traffic laws to get back home. Both Jonathan and Hermione were hysterical and Bobby wasn’t able to make sense of what was happening. The boys needed to get their asses home fast. Only stop for gas and pay cash.

The hours that it took for him and Sam to get home was filled with fear and just a little anger at what could have sent their family into such a state of distress. After the third call home that went unanswered, Sam nearly broke his phone when he threw it to the floor in frustration. The brothers attempted to talk, but it seemed to end up the same way.

“You didn’t get anything? No flashes or feelings?”

“Dean, it doesn’t work that way and you know it. I haven’t had an actual full on vision since we killed the demon.” Thankfully, they hit the turn off and roared up the drive. Bobby and Hermione were standing on the porch and little Jonathan was perched on the older man’s hip, his fuzzy head resting on Bobby’s shoulder.

Dean barely made it out of the car before Hermione flew down the steps and flung herself into his arms. She was laughing and crying, making no sense as she babbled in her hysteria. Sam went to Jonathan and the boy fell into his arms, never once taking his eyes off Dean. Sam walked up to them and touched Hermione on the shoulder and she turned into him, keeping hold of Dean’s hand.

Dean and Jonathan studied each other as Hermione’s crying lessened. He held out his hands to take him, but the boy seemed reluctant to reach for him and Dean wanted to know why.

‘Why is he sucking his thumb?’

Hermione’s words began to make sense. Fucking Henriksen again. Jonathan and Hermione had been treated to a full screen, Technicolor front seat viewing of the Feeb shooting Dean and taking Sam into custody. She got the distinct feeling that someone had tipped him off to the brothers’ whereabouts.

Dean growled in frustration. “Why didn’t you say anything? Do you realize how many traffic laws we obliterated to get here?”

“Telling you could have caused it to happen. I wanted to, but Jonathan went crazy and…”

“Okay,” He pointed to the baby. “But… why won’t he come to me?”

“Oh Dean, he’s not even three yet. This has been a traumatic experience for him. I couldn’t hold him because the vision was amplified when we touched. I think he’s just trying to decide if it’s really you.”

Jonathan wriggled and Sam put him down and the boy walked to Dean, looking at him with big green eyes. He cut his eyes to his mother and she smiled encouragingly. Still sucking his thumb, Jonathan held up his free arm to Dean and everyone released the breath they were holding. With a ‘pop’, the thumb came out and Jonathan ran his hands all over Dean’s face. The man never flinched or grimaced at the baby spit left on his skin. He held still, allowing the boy to reassure himself that his Uncadee was okay. Jonathan pulled Dean’s shirt open and inspected his chest and grinned. One sloppy kiss later and the boy was down and running across the yard, Tucker the Kneazle close on his heels.

A loud ‘crack’ of apparition and a frantic Severus was greeted with a wand, two Colts and a shotgun.

His dark eyes fell on the brothers and his shoulders sagged in relief. “Thank Merlin! I’ve been apparating all over the countryside, looking for you two.”

So here’s where things get very ‘Days of Our Lives’.

Jo called Ellen, looking for Snape and then called Snape, asking him to meet her because she had information for the Winchesters that couldn’t be given over the phone. He met her at whatever roadside dump she was staying in. Remember that guy Jo had taken up with a while back?

Severus got a shock when he met the guy. It seems that Jo’s new partner/boyfriend was someone he hadn’t expected to see ever again. And certainly not roaming the countryside with a Muggle Hunter. The kid had taken off in the middle of the final battle when his cover as a spy was blown. Have you guessed yet? Draco Malfoy. Ferret-boy had been busy. Hermione was floored more by the thought of her former schoolmate taking up with a ‘Muggle’ than the fact that he was alive. She said he was more cat than ferret when it came to surviving sticky situations.

This Malfoy dude still had contacts in England and had built an impressive network of contacts here in the States.

Someone had been naughty. Henriksen did indeed get tipped off. Someone still holding a grudge against Hermione and you only get one guess this time; managed to convince a friend to send a letter for him. How someone in a straightjacket accomplished it, no one knows. But, Henriksen got some sort of mojo’d map and it would have led him straight to the Winchester brothers if not for the shared vision of Jonathan and Hermione and the fact that Singer Salvage Yard is unplotable.

Hermione had asked how Malfoy found out about it and Severus explained that Draco had been watching the Feeb for a while, trying to keep the guy off of Jo’s back. Gotta love magical listening devices, they never run out of juice. Jo’s guy offered to take care of Henriksen, but Hermione had a better idea. What if they showed the man what they truly did and why? Wouldn’t having him on their side be much better than something more drastic? Obliviate was always an option if he proved reluctant.

She sent Ginny a howler for her part in the setup and told her that if anything like that ever happened again, Hermione would personally bind Harry’s magic to the extent that he would make a Squib look gifted.

Hermione had an in with a poltergeist that haunted that fancy school of hers. Peeves was excited at the prospect of a vacation and so he was transported to the domicile of Special Agent Victor Henriksen. The only constraint on the excitable haunt was that since these were Muggles, he had to restrict his mayhem to the house. No physical pranks on the people that could cause injury or Dean and Sam would put him to rest permanently.

Did I mention that our wife ROCKS?

Word was spread through the Hunting community that this was an object lesson and everyone was to stay clear.

A cloaking charm woven into the Winchester’s shirts provided cover and they waited in the equally cloaked Impala for Hemione’s signal. Sam and Dean held their breaths as their wife walked up the Agent’s front steps and rang the bell.

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Hermione waddled up the steps and muttered to herself about the discomfort of the last stages of pregnancy. She glanced at the monitor on her wrist, thank you Forge, and it indicated only one live person in residence. She rapped sharply on the wooden door and after a few moments a man appeared in the window and opened the door. He had a pleasant appearance and she hoped that looks weren’t deceiving in this case.

“Yes, can I help you?”

“Pardon me, but would you be Victor Henriksen?”

Suspicion immediately flared in his dark eyes and Hermione smiled reassuringly. There was a loud crash from somewhere in the house and she just managed to stifle a snicker at the pained expression on the man’s face.

“Goodness, is everything okay? That sounded like something rather large.” She winced and stroked her large stomach as another crash echoed. “I’m so sorry to impose, but I’ve been in the car for a while and could I possibly use your bathroom?”

There was another crash and he looked back into the house distractedly and then back at her urgent expression. “Um sure, it’s just down the hall, first door on your right. What’s your name?”

“Oh thank you! My name? Hermione Granger.” She shuffled down the hall hurriedly; she really did have to pee. Thank goodness she was done and washing her hands when Peeves poked his head in through the ceiling.

“Halloooo Missy Miss! Heeheeee. Grand times here! Peeves been a good haunt, no hurtin’ te normals.”

“Good job Peeves. Give me about ten minutes and then come find us. And be very naughty like a good boy.”

His eyes rolled wildly as he cackled and he popped back through the ceiling.

Hermione met Henriksen halfway down the hall. “Thank you very much for the use of your facilities Agent Henriksen.”

He looked at her sharply. “I don’t believe I introduced myself Ms. Granger.”

She offered him a serene smile. “Oh, I suppose you didn’t. You are with the FBI are you not?” He offered her a seat and she took it gratefully. “I suppose he could have been wrong. I was told you were interested in information about the Winchesters.”

Henriksen immediately went ‘on point’ much like a hunting dog and Hermione knew she would have to be as careful with him as with any Slytherin.

“Who was it that sent you my way?”

“I really couldn’t say. What I can tell you is that I think you are missing quite a few facts regarding that family, but now that I’ve met you, I’m not entirely sure you would understand or accept the information I have.” She made an attempt to stand and stopped when an ominous groaning echoed down the chimney.

“Oh my! What on earth?” There was a puff of black sooty air expelled into the room, followed by the frenetic form of Peeves. Of course, Henriksen hadn’t been properly introduced and his complexion was rather pale. It was a strange color for him due to his heritage. Kind of ashy.

Hermione looked at the man accusingly. “What in the world did you do?”

“What do you mean? I didn’t do anything!”

“Well you had to have done something! Poltergeists don’t just happen! You have children in the home?”

“Um, no, not anymore.”

“Anyone die violently in this house? How long has this been going on?”

The apparition swooped a bit low and accidentally snagged a button in Hermione’s hair, pulling out a few strands.

“Ow! Bloody buggering hell!” She whipped out her wand. “Petrificus Phasmatis!” A yellow light flashed and hit the ghost square in the chest and froze Peeves. He hung in the air like very ugly abstract art.

She looked at Henriksen and once again had to stifle a giggle. He looked ready to bolt and she wasn’t sure if it was due to the apparition or her.

“It’s alright. He’ll be frozen like that for a good while.”

“Um, am I going crazy?”

She gave him a pity filled smile. “No Agent Henriksen. You are experiencing a side of life that few in this world have ever had a glimpse of. Usually this glimpse lasts as long as their last breath. A fortunate few benefit from the services provided by a small number of people in this world. These people have different motivations for the work that they do…”

“What work? What are you talking about?” He had relaxed slightly, obviously thinking the danger in the room was contained. If he only knew.

“Would you prefer I sugarcoat it or just tell you straight out?”

“I think the latter would be best… please.” Hermione noticed he was eyeing her wand. Smart man.

“Agent Henriksen… May I call you Victor? Your title is a mouthful and this is going to take a while.”

“Um, sure.”

She smiled brightly. “Thank you! You may call me Hermione then. Now, where to start…” She pointed to the petrified ghost. “This is a ghost. It’s classified as a poltergeist. Very annoying, usually destructive, sometimes dangerous.” Hermione smiled again and pointed a thumb to her chest. “I am a Witch. I’ve been told I can be annoying, but not destructive unless my family and friends are threatened and am generally regarded as friendly unless the latter occurs. When that happens, I am very, very dangerous.” There was a tightening across her belly and she paced. “You generally won’t know if you’ve met one of my kind. We usually prefer to remain separate from non magical folk.”

“Why are you telling me all of this?”

“Because Victor, there are supernatural entities in our world that are far more dangerous than a china breaking blob of ectoplasm. As a result, there are also people in this world that dedicate their lives to the Hunting of these entities.”

“What kind of creatures are you talking about? No, wait, let me guess… vampires right?”

“There are vampires, but they are few and far between here in America. They’re mostly overseas, Europe, Asia and the like.”

“So not vampires, then what?”

“Ghosts, werewolves, wendigos, demons, possessions… shapeshifters. Actually more than we could list right now.”

“Are you really trying to convince me that these things of fantasy and nightmares are real? That things really do go ‘bump’ in the night?”

She quirked her brow at his tone. “Fairy tales and urban legends are all based on something real; whether supernatural or mundane. Do you have any idea what has to be done to lay an angry spirit to rest?”

“No.”

“Exorcise a demon from someone’s body?”

“No.”

“Kill a wendigo; they eat people by the way…”

“No. Why are you asking me these ridiculous questions?”

Hermione stopped her pacing and tilted her head at him. “You strike me as an intelligent man Victor, why would I be asking you these questions?”

He sat for several minutes, obviously thinking about it and looked up with an incredulous expression. “Are you actually standing there, trying to tell me that the Winchesters are some of these people you just described to me? You’re crazy lady. They’ve killed innocent people, desecrated an uncounted number of graves across the country…”

“Just who is it that they have killed? Were DNA tests run on these bodies? I can guarantee that non-human DNA will be present and for two of them, their internal body structure wouldn’t be a match for human. As for the graves, the only way to lay an angry spirit to rest is by salting and burning the bones. Are you so closed minded that you didn’t listen to Detective Ballard’s original report or did you just accept the tripe she had to put in writing in order to keep her job?”

They stared at each other, Hermione breathing hard, face flushed and Henriksen quiet and pale. He was visibly attempting to process everything she had questioned him on and she hoped that she hadn’t made a mistake. That he could be brought into their world successfully. If not, well there was always an Obliviate. Snape would be the best choice for that since he had more experience.

“What has this got to do with me?” He was beginning to wonder at his sanity because he was actually leaning toward believing her.

She sighed heavily as the baby rolled in her womb and she grimaced at the discomfort. “Sam and Dean Winchester lost their mother to a demon when Sam was only six months old. Their father hunted that demon their whole lives, trying to prevent more families from suffering the same fate.”

“Let’s suppose I might believe something like this could be possible and a ‘demon’ killed Mary Winchester, not a house fire. Did John Winchester ever destroy this supposed demon?”

“John Winchester traded his life for Dean’s November of 2006. They had been attacked and when it looked like Dean wouldn’t recover, he made a deal to save his son. The brothers finally succeeded in destroying this demon a little over a year ago. Unfortunately, it managed to open the Devil’s Gate and over two hundred entities escaped into the world before they could get it shut again.”

“What is your tie in all of this?”

“Do you remember a lead relating to the Winchesters about a month ago?”

His jaw tightened and she knew he had.

“That lead was sent to you from a mental patient in England.” She felt a burst of satisfaction as he blanched again. “Surprised? If you don’t believe in magic or the supernatural, why on earth would you use a magical map? You almost killed an innocent man over the ravings of a disturbed, broken man.”

His face flushed with denial. “What? I had no intention of killing either of those men.”

“Yes, I’m sure you mean that now. But I saw you do it.”

Henriksen laughed. “So now you’re telling me that you’re psychic? How much more do you expect me to try to believe?”

She rubbed her tummy soothingly and sat down with a heavy sigh. “I’m not psychic Victor. And I honestly didn’t hold much value in Divination until I met Sam. Any prophetic dreams or visions I receive are passed to me through my child. If we hadn’t taken action when we did, the father of this child would now be dead and you would be a murderer.”

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“Sam, she’s been in there way too long.”

“Hermione can handle herself Dean. If we go charging in there, it’s going to piss her off. We have the Sneak-O-Scope monitor she gave us and it’s quiet. Stop being an old woman.”

Dean glared, but settled down; knowing Sam was right. He just didn’t trust the Feeb to behave himself. That Peeves character was freaky too. To think that Hermione grew up with ghosts floating around her school… Well, normal had never part of their lives either.

If she succeeded, whether by convincing Henriksen or wiping his memory, they would be on their way home soon.

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“This is real life Ms. Granger, not the movies. The Winchesters are not Saints and I’m certainly not your Agent Smecker.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and waved her arms. “Movie references. I’m talking about saving lives and he gives me movie references. No Agent Henriksen, you are no Smecker. He had the ability to see beyond the norm. Think outside the ‘box’. Look, I’m tired and cranky, so I propose you let me know if you have the ability to move out of your comfort zone and grasp what I’m telling you. I could offer you physical proof, but you would have to trust me. There is an alternative, but it will have to wait.”

“Alternative? What? Wait? For what?” He heard a strange noise and noticed something odd on the floor.

“Shit. I have to go now, but here is my cell number. Please let me know what you decide?” Hermione groaned as she tried to stand. “Bloody hell. Not now sweetheart.”

Henriksen choked when he realized she was talking to her stomach.

“Oh my god. Did your water just break?”

“Yes dammit. Ohhhh Merlin. You’re in a hurry aren’t you sweetie?” She looked up at his worried face. “Don’t worry. I just need to make a phone call and I’ll be out of…” She drew in a deep breath through her nose and slowly blew it out through pursed lips. “here.”

“How long have you been having contractions?”

“Long enough that I should have put this off. I had hoped you would be open minded enough… Oh hell, we’ll never make it home.”

“Should I call an ambulance? The hospital is only ten minutes away.”

“No! No hospitals. Can’t have this baby in a hospital. The magical energy disbursed would short out most of the electronic equipment.” She grimaced up at him. “We can do this easy or hard. You choose.”

His perplexed expression was almost funny. “Ah, you lost me.”

“Easy is I freeze you like I did your haunt here and call for help and I have the baby here in whichever room I can manage to waddle into.”

“And hard?”

“You accept what I’ve told you and I call for help. You let me know which room we can use. Either way, the Winchesters will be here in your home. I guarantee your safety if you agree to not try to take them into custody or call in anyone else.” She watched him struggle and added. “Don’t think about trying to call out when you think I’m incapacitated, phone service in the area has been interrupted temporarily.”

“Then how could you possibly make a call?”

She grimaced through another contraction. “Were you not listening? I’m a Witch!”

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Sam’s phone rang and he held it out of Dean’s reach when they saw it was Hermione. Sam was glad his arms were longer than his brother’s as he held Dean off to answer the call. “Hey. Holy shit! He did? Wha..?” He winced and pulled the phone from his ear. Hermione’s voice could be heard clearly in the car.

“Call Severus. He needs to get the midwife and apparate her here. You two get your arses in here before I send Peeves after you!”

Dean was already up the front steps and headed toward the door as Sam climbed out of the Impala, dialing Ellen’s phone as his long legs ate up the distance to the house. Dean was banging on the door when Sam caught up to him.

“Hermione! Darlin’ let us in.” Just as Sam started pulling out his lockpick kit, the door creaked open to reveal Peeves’ maniacal grin.

“Heehee! Babies is comin’ daddies. Mumsy is upstairs with the Bobby. Hot water!” The poltergeist shot back down the hall and the brothers were streaking up the stairs.

“Hermione!”

“She’s in here.” Dean whirled at the sound of Henriksen’s voice behind him. The man was standing in the doorway of a side room. Dean felt Sam standing behind him and hoped the Feeb wasn’t about to do something stupid. Like arrest them. Hermione was very unpredictable while in labor. Henriksen might end up a frog.

“Deeeaaann! Tell Victor what an empathy spell is and let him know if he doesn’t stop fucking around he’s going to find out what having a baby feels like!”

Henriksen blanched and asked, “She can do that?”

Wide eyed, Sam and Dean both nodded.

“Dude, you soooo, don’t want her to do that! She did it to me and I got to experience PMS and a week’s worth of the hell that is a woman’s monthly.” Sam snickered when the man jumped out of the doorway and Dean ran into the room. There was a loud ‘crack’ downstairs and the FBI agent looked ready to come unglued.

Sam smiled sympathetically. “That will be the midwife. We’re upstairs!” He yelled down the hall. He met Henriksen’s glazed eyes. “Hell of a way to introduce you to the supernatural huh? At least no one’s died.”

A rustling sound hurrying up the stairway drew their attention and Henriksen saw a sweet grandmotherly looking person round the top of the stairs and head to the bedroom. Fast on her heels was a tall, dark and highly intimidating man. Sam looked between the two and grinned. Henriksen noticed it wasn’t a nice smile, regardless of the dimples. Just before the younger man passed through the door he addressed both of them.

“Severus, this is Agent Henriksen. Agent Henriksen, this is Severus.” He leaned closer to the agent and used a stage whisper. “He’s Ellen Harvelle’s boyfriend.” Sam chuckled. “Keep the blood to a minimum boys.” And he slammed the door.

TBC...