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Chapter three – Truth (part 1)

As soon as they pulled up in-front of Hermione's building, she headed to her dorm room to gather her belongings. She was going to miss being in school. But Hermione well knew that this was something she needed to do; she couldn't just stand by and do nothing. Something was coming; would always be coming and she couldn't stop it.

Hermione crept into her dorm room as quietly as possible. She was relieved to see that Dawn was already asleep. She really didn't want to explain to her friend about her sudden departure.

Walking slowly to her desk, Hermione took out the one thing she'd wished never to use again. Her wand. A wave of anger washed over her. If she'd had the wand in her possession earlier tonight, she might have been able to help save Jessica from dying a horrible death.

But that opportunity had come and gone. Grabbing her wand, she turned and reached under her bed to pull out the duffle bag stored there. It was simple matter to set the open bag on the bed and perform a simple packing spell. All of her belongings assembled themselves inside. The simplicity of it was the one thing she'd truly missed about not using magic.

That thought brought the realization that she'd not yet mentioned her 'abilities to either Sam or his brother.

Her gaze swept the room once more; making sure she left nothing behind and landed on Dawn. Hermione felt a twinge of guilt, but she knew she had to do this. She couldn't fight against what she was meant to do, so she wrote a short note to her friend.

Dear Dawn,

I am so sorry to be leaving like this. But I think this is the only way I can do it. I must leave. I can't stay in school. I can't explain why but I just want you to know that I am going to be okay. Don't worry about me.

Sincerely,
Your friend,

Hermione Granger

She couldn't afford to leave much information so she left it at that. One more quick sweep of the room and then she returned to the car, relieved that it was still parked where she'd left it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Sam asked as she reached the car.

"Positive." She answered as she placed her bag in the trunk.

"We have work to do." She said as she closed the trunk.

"Okay then, let's hit the road." Dean said as they all climbed in.

After an hour of silence Hermione finally spoke. "So what is it exactly that attacked Jessica?"

"Woah, hold on there. Firstly, we ask the questions here. Remember, you're the one that came with us." Dean said from the driver's seat.

Hermione paused for a second, considering. "Fine, but I get to ask a question for every question you ask… You may go first." She said with a small smile.

Dean looked irritated, but agreed. "How do you know about the supernatural?" He asked; his eyes on the road. Sam remained quiet, still trying to process the events of the night.

'It's now or never.' Hermione thought. "I'm a Witch".

The word 'Witch' had Dean standing on his brakes, stopping the Impala in the middle of the road. Luckily, no one was behind him.

"You're a witch?! And just when were you going to tell us this valuable piece of information? During our ritual sacrifice?" He bellowed as he dug around under his seat. He shot his brother a glare. "You didn't know your little 'friend' was a Witch Sammy? You've gotten rusty dude."

"Dean stop! Let her finish explaining." Sam demanded, pulling Dean back and preventing his brother from reaching the gun under the seat.

Hermione was truly shocked and it showed. "You actually believe that all Witches perform sacrificial enchantments and spill the blood of innocents?" Her face paled.

"Yeah." Dean answered. "What else would they do?"

"Argh, you are so narrow minded, just like..." Hermione stopped herself before she said Ron's name. Luckily they didn't understand the significance of her last words. She recovered immediately and responded.

"I am not an evil witch and if that's what you think then you're thick headed. Yes I am a witch but not all witches and wizards are evil." She explained to the eldest Winchester. "I was born with certain abilities that aren't found in a normal person and I access them with this..." She pulled out her wand.

Dean looked at her like she was insane and Sam watched with curiosity.

"A stick? You go poking people with it?" Dean asked with a grin.

"No you idiot, it's a wand. I do spells with it." She said with an irritated snap.

"So you use it like, Merlin?" Sam asked.

"Yes." she answered.

"So how did you find out you could do that stuff?" Dean asked; gesturing at her wand.

"I'll answer that question after you've answered one of mine." She said sweetly.

Dean rolled his eyes at her change of subject. "Fine."

"Dean. We should move out of the middle of the road first don't you think?" Sam suggested.

"Oh, right." Dean started the car again and moved down the road a short distance.

"I think we should get some rest first. We're all too wiped out for serious discussion." He suggested when he spotted the sign indicating the presence of a motel only ten miles further..

"I think you're right" Sam agreed, wisely not commenting on his brother's unusual gentlemanly behavior.

"Fine, but could you answer my question on the way there?" Hermione asked. After all, they'd all agreed on the equitable exchange of information.

"Go ahead and shoot sweet heart." Dean said.

Hermione could feel the grin in his voice as he responded.

"Do you know what killed Jessica?" She asked in a serious tone.

Neither Sam nor Dean answered the question quickly. They stayed silent until Sam finally answered her question. .

"Yes"

"Well, what was it?" she asked; exasperated.

Dean shook his head, clearly mocking Hermione. "Now let's not get selfish. That was two questions. It's our turn now."

"You really are annoying, you know that?" Hermione snapped at him.

"Thank you, it's one of my many charms" He grinned, clearly enjoying how much he was getting her.

"I have now idea how you two could possibly be related." She said as she turned to Sam.

"I can't even answer that question," Sam met her eyes in the mirror.

"Fine, I guess I could answer another of your questions now." She said.

Dean pulled up to the motel office." I think it's gonna have to wait 'til tomorrow darlin'. Despite my desire to know more intimate details of your life, I need sleep more." He put the car in park and climbed out; walking to the office without another word. Hermione just nodded silently, following him with Sam close behind.

"You guys could get your stuff from the car. I'll get the room."

Hermione grew even more irritated at his high-handed manner and attempt to blow them off. "What do you mean 'room'? I need one for myself."

Dean scowled and replied. "Not tonight sweet heart. You're rooming with us tonight"

"What?!" Sam and Hermione exclaimed at the same time.

"Dean are you crazy? Hermione needs her privacy." Sam argued.

"Look Sam, tomorrow we can check out her story, but right now; we don't know what's going on. We can't risk anything right now and we all need to be on the same page." Dean stated.

Sam fell silent at his brother's explanation. Dean actually had a point and Sam knew he couldn't afford to lose anyone else tonight.

"Hermione, Dean actually as a point" He entreated.

Hermione had no desire to argue right now. Everyone was exhausted and she knew they really needed to wait til morning so everyone had a clear head.

"Fine" She responded, avoiding his eyes. She turned back to the car to collect her bag.

Entering the room, Hermione saw the two double beds and an old sofa along the far wall.

"So where am I sleeping?" She asked as she turned to look at Dean.

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