"Tell me about your parents," Dean said, one night a few weeks after the mark was removed. They were laying in bed, facing each other, after spending the day getting nowhere with their research, as they had been for the last few weeks.

"What about my parent?" Hermione asked.

Dean shrugged. "Anything really. I don't think I know anything about them other than the fact that they're regular people like me. What do they do? Where do they live?"

"Well, they were dentists who owned their own practice. We used to vacation in France and go skiing in the Alps. And currently they're living in Australia with no recollection of who I am."

Dean sat up. "What do you mean by that?"

"In my seventh year, before we went on the run from Voldemort, I erased myself from their minds, to them it's as if I didn't ever exist. And then I put it in their minds that it was their life long dream to sell the practice and move to Australia, and I gave them new identities. I thought that was the safest thing for them. After the war, Harry, Ron and I traveled to Australia, and tracked them down. Unfortunately, I couldn't reverse the memory charm, and so we left, and that was the last time I saw my parents."

Dean reached over and pulled Hermione into his embrace, holding her tight to him. "Well, Glinda, that's another thing we have in common."

Hermione twisted around so that she was able to look up at his face. "Your parents are in Australia and don't know who you are as well?"

Dean chuckled. "No, although, that would be a great alternative. No, my parents are gone. My mom was killed by a demon when I was four, and my dad gave his life to save mine."

Hermione tightened her arms around Dean's body. "Oh, Dean, that's terrible. I'm so sorry."

Dean shrugged. "It is what it is. At least I have Sammy. And Cas," Dean paused swallowing, unsure how the next part would go over. "And now you."

He felt Hermione stiffen in his arms. He didn't move a muscle or say anything. He just waited.

"You already consider me family?" Hermione finally spoke up, quietly.

"Of course," Dean said. "You stuck your neck out for me, and I was a complete ass to you. You dedicated so much time into researching a solution for the curse on my arm, and you didn't even know us. We were just some schmucks off the street who just walked into your shop. You almost died for me. You're fucking amazing. And, I think I'm falling in love with you," Dean finished quietly.

Hermione reached up and wiped a tear from her eye. "Wow," she said, emotion heavy in her voice.

"You, um," Dean started. "You don't have to say anything, but I just wanted you to know where I am, and have all my cards on the table. In my experience, life is short, and there's no time for doubts."

Hermione shifted so she was propped up on her elbow, so she could look Dean in the eye. "I agree. Life is short, and with what I've experienced with you, I've not experienced with anyone else. You and your brother have been amazing. You've brought me into your secret hidden bunker, welcomed me into your family, and it's just been so much more than I expected when I met you. You're so much more than I expected when I first met you. I never expected to be here, like this with you, after that first meeting when you drew your gun on me because I'm a witch. But, I've felt this draw to you since we met. And after getting to know you, the real you these last few weeks," Hermione paused. "I think I'm falling in love with you, too."

Dean smiled, his body relaxing knowing that his girl was in the same place as him, emotionally. He had to admit, he was a little nervous. He was not exactly a commitment guy, not since Lisa, and that didn't exactly end well, but he wasn't getting any younger. He had always longed for stability, for roots, which is why the bunker appealed to him so much once they found it. He was sure it stemmed from his lack of stability through his childhood, but that was for a shrink to figure out.

He bent his head down, joining his lips with Hermione's in a gentle kiss. Hermione brought her arms up pulling him down closer, deepening the kiss. Dean reveled in the kiss. He had been making sure to not take things too far the last few weeks in order to give Hermione time to heal, and holding her close, was just what he needed to feel that connection between them. He could also feel other parts of him getting excited about the closeness and the kissing. He shifted away from her, breaking the kiss.

"I, uh, if we keep going, I don't think I'll want to stop," Dean said.

"Why would we need to stop?" Hermione asked.

"You're still healing," Dean said.

Hermione pulled away from him. "Just my magic now. The rest of me is fine. I need this," she said, as she pulled his shirt she had been sleeping in over her head.

Dean sucked in his breath at the sight of her bare chest. He reached up and traced the scar that ran from her collar bone to just below her breasts.

Hermione shook her head. "A story for another time," she said before laying down next to him.

He didn't waste any more time before recapturing her lips, his hands smoothing across her body, gently massaging her breasts as he moved his lips down her neck.

"Dean," Hermione moaned. "I promise, I won't break."

Dean pulled back and smiled at her, before bringing his own shirt over his head and bringing his mouth back down to hers. It didn't take long for the rest of their clothes to be removed, and Dean found himself slipping inside of Hermione's tight warmth. The two of them moved together slowly, and Dean had to concentrate as he moved in and out of her wet heat, in order for things to not end before they had really begun. He kissed her, swallowing a moan she was letting out, before pulling back and looking into her cinnamon eyes. She reached up, moving her hand around the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair. In her eyes, he could see the love she felt for him, and it made his heart pound harder in his chest. Unlike their last coupling, before they removed the mark, there was nothing rushed about what they were doing. They both poured their emotions into their actions, letting their bodies speak for them. It didn't take long before he could feel her tightening around him and he knew she was close. He sped up, smirking as he felt her fall apart around him, before he allowed himself to follow her. Never breaking the intimacy of their eye contact. After a few minutes, he rolled off of her, drawing her into his arms, placing a kiss just below her ear. With his arms wrapped around her tightly, he drifted off to sleep.

Hermione woke up a few hours later, and realized that she was hungry. She looked over at the man sleeping next to her in the bed, and smiled. Skipping dinner was completely worth it. She made sure she moved slowly out of the bed, careful not to wake him. She grabbed the robe she was using off the desk chair, wrapping it around herself, before quietly opening the door, and slipping out. The bunker was quiet, but the light was still on in the war room. As she walked through on her way to the kitchen, she noticed Sam was still sitting at the table on his lap top, a pot of coffee sitting next to him.

"Finding anything useful?" Hermione asked, announcing her presence.

Sam looked up, running his hands through his hair. "No. Not only am I continuing to hit dead ends, I'm pretty sure I've come full circle and re-reading things we've already read before. I don't know why I keep thinking we will find anything about The Darkness now that she's personified as Amara, when we couldn't find anything about her before."

Hermione shrugged. "Because you're like me, and you're not a quitter."

Sam sighed. "You're right on that. How are you feeling? Should you be up?"

It was Hermione's turn to sigh as she moved to sit in the chair across from Sam. "I wish you and your brother would realize I'm fine. I'm tired of being confined to that bloody room."

Sam smiled. "Dean's just worried about you. And so am I. You need to take it easy. You almost died."

"I know, but I'm physically feeling a lot better. I can move around the bunker at least."

"Well, I won't stop you," Sam said, before turning back to his laptop.

An awkward silence fell between the two.

"Sam," Hermione spoke up. "I'm sorry."

Sam looked up, closing his laptop. "No, you don't need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing. I acted like a complete jackass."

"Well, I should have said something as soon as I knew that things with Dean and I were escalating. It wasn't fair to you."

"Yeah, that would have been nice, but I don't think it would have hurt any less. I should have acted like an adult. I shouldn't have said the things I said to you."

Hermione gave him a smile. "It's okay, Sam. I forgive you. I hope that we can be friends."

Sam returned her smile. "Of course," he said genuinely.

"Good," Hermione said. "Now, I'm going to go raid the kitchen, because I'm famished. Can I get you anything?"

"Moose!" a voice boomed from the catwalk, before Sam could answer.

Hermione and Sam looked up toward the voice. Hermione watched as a short man, dressed in a suit, descended the stairs. She had never sen him before, but the fact that he had a nickname for Sam, meant he must be someone the boys knew.

"Crowley," Sam bit out. "What are you doing here? I thought you were avoiding us since you changed plans and took off with Amara."

Hermione sat up a little straighter, recognizing the name of the man. King of Hell. She wished more than ever that her magic were up to par, and that she had her wand with her, to give them another line of defense in case he was here for nefarious reasons.

"That's why I'm here," Crowley said as he made his way toward the table. "I-" he cut off, catching sight of Hermione for the first time. "You surprise me, Moose, didn't peg you as the type to be fucking a witch. You're more of the killing type."

"How...?" Hermione started.

"My mother is a natural born witch. I can recognize one when I see one. Plus the whole demon, King of Hell thing."

"Your mother was a natural witch?" Hermione asked.

"Is, love, is. She's still around. Immortal. And a bloody pain in the ass."

Hermione opened her mouth to ask more questions but was cut off.

"Save your questions for another time. I need to talk to the Winchesters about a rebellious teenager."

"Amara is a teenager already?" Sam asked, sitting up. "How is that even possible? She was just an infant a couple weeks ago."

"Every time she sucks out a soul, she ages."

"How many fucking souls have you let her have?"

"You speak as if I have a choice in this mate. I have no control over her anymore. That's why I'm here. We need to stop her."

Sam sighed, standing up from his seat. "We wanted to stop her weeks ago, and you took her to Hell!"

"And now I'm here to admit my mistake and get your help."

"What do you know about stopping her?"

"Well, nothing really. I was hoping you guys would know. You're always one step ahead of me and my plans."

"She's God's sister," Dean said as he came into the room. He was wearing boxers and a t-shirt, but he looked wide awake and determined.

"Where and when did you discover that information?" Hermione asked, turning to face him.

"From her."

"She was here?"

"No, yes, I don't know. I don't know how it worked. I was in bed, and then I was with her, somewhere, and then I was back in bed like I had never left. She told me she was God's sister, who He trapped in the Mark when she wanted to take the reins in lording over creation. She wanted me to leave you guys, and join her in her crusade to take over the world. I said no, obviously. And then she went into this jealous rage against you," he gestured toward Hermione. "And said she would find a way to convince me to join her, or I would be sorry."

"God has a sister, and she's jealous of me," Hermione muttered. "Bloody Hell. How is any of this real?"

"We need to find her and stop her," Sam said.

"But how?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I don't know about the stopping her part, but I know where she is," Dean spoke up.

"Where?" Sam asked.

"When we were talking I noticed a sign on one of the buildings, it was the post office or something. We can find Amara in Hope Springs, Idaho."

I know, it's been forever. I had a LOT of writer's block, in how to deal with freakin' Amara. But I've finally figured out where I want to go with this storyline (As you can see, it's a get through it as quickly as possible approach, because I want to get to the British Men Of Letters, because I have an AMAZING idea with them), and now I think I'll be able to try and update regularly again! Please leave me a review with what you thought of this chapter!