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Room for More

Author: DarkAngelOfSorrowReturns
Rated: Teen & Up
Pairing: Hermione Granger/Dean Winchester
Fandom(s): Harry Potter, Supernatural
Word Count: 1,134
Prompt: Seoul, South Korea - Chocolate Rugelach
Summary:Hermione was expecting company for the holidays…just not these two.

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“What the hell happened? I left and came back and now there are two of you!” Dean was scratching his head in confusion, his eyes scanning over the two Sam’s standing before him. Both looking at one another like they were staring at a ghost—that would be if ghosts confused any of the Winchesters. But most likely they wouldn’t. Both looked to be around the same age, maybe from another dimension. But what was odd about it was how the suit wearing Sam seemed incredibly calm. Like this was all normal. “Well..?”

“We..we don’t know,” Spoke the suit wearing Sam, a frown appearing on his lips as he looked around, Dean raised an eyebrow clearing his throat to grab their attention. “You’re alive…?”

“Of course I’m alive I’m standing right here. Why wouldn’t I be alive?” This rose a bit of an alarm in the back of Dean’s head, he was standing there breathing and talking. What happened to the other Dean then? Something bad, he assumed.

The suited Sam lowered his head swallowing hard. “The other Dean..”

“Yeah, well, what about the other me? Speak up.”

“He’s dead. I’ve been working alone.” Dean frowned looking to his feet, his heart skipping a few beats, wondering if the other him died a warriors death. Deep down he didn’t want to ask, but that small part of him poked at him to do so. But before he could suit Sam began to speak once more. “We were trapped—we were lead into a trap. A large house inhabited by demons, neither of us thought it was that. We thought it was a vampire nest because of all the blood draining activity and well…the vampires that hung around outside. We went inside, and the hounds were released..”

Dean shuddered in discomfort, just thinking about being torn apart by hounds made him sick. It was one of the very things that would make the color drain from his face, make his heart skip a few beats, and create that sick feeling deep in his gut.

“So, I was dog food?”

“Bet you think this is real funny Michael, don’t you?” Sam sneered licking the fresh blood from his lip, his eyes never left the angel that stood before him. If anyone was to kidnap him of course it would be Michael wearing Dean to the prom. Because Michael knew he wouldn’t hurt him, not when Sam knew Dean was hidden away deep under. “You’re just gonna keep me here? Locked away in a dark room?”

Michael’s lips quirked into a small smirk, “I don’t want to kill you, Sam. You’re the only one able to keep Dean game. That meaning, if he acts up I could always just snip a finger off here and there. Keeping you locked up will be a blessing in the long run, how you say?” The angel slowly stepped closer his hands at his side. “I don’t have to worry about you coming after your brother. Plans will resume as they were before.”

“Cas will find me eventually.”

“Oh don’t you worry about Castiel. I will take care of him.” Michael shook his head circling around the chair Sam sat upon, his hands ran up resting on the youngest Winchester’s shoulders. He slowly leaned down, “Did you know…Dean still has his secrets. Ones he would never speak a word to you about? You’re not curious, are you?” He squeezed Sam’s shoulder softly.

As curious as Sam was he knew better than to fall for one of michael’s tricks, Dean had his secrets and Sam had his own as well. That’s why they were secrets, no one needed to know. It would be disrespectful to Dean. “It’s…” Sam’s head shot up glaring at Michael, “Dean does love you, Sam. But do you really know how much he lovesyou?”

And with that, the questions began to flow in.

(( another Lucifer supernatural crossover :) since y’all liked the last one ))

“Detective, listen to me, this is very important. I need you to release Sam Winchester. Don’t question me, just release him. Don’t ask questions, I’ll explain later,” None other than the Devil was speaking in hushed tones, the phone pressed against the side of his face. Barely even five feet away stood Dean Winchester, a gun aimed at his head. Dean had fought tooth and nail to get where he stood now, easily making his way through Maze—whom he did NOT kill. Bloody and bruised he found Lucifer chilling on a sofa sipping at a shot of whiskey.

Dean cleared his throat stepping closer, cocking the gun, “Release him and if, and only if, you leave him and I alone will I leave you alive. I want to hear the words fall from your lips, Lucifer.” The eldest Winchester spat, lips twitching with dissatisfaction, the last few days had not been kind to him. Anyone could see with how bloody and beaten he looked. Smelling strongly of iron.

Lucifer clenched his jaw hanging up the phone call, tossing the phone onto the sofa just feet away. His hands raised up showing he wasn’t armed. Would Dean shoot an unarmed man? No. But would Dean shoot the devil himself? Hell yeah he would. “I’m unarmed.”

Rolling his eyes Dean sneered, “I don’t give a rats ass what you are. You’re the devil being held up by a gun. Say those words and I just might leave here without putting a bullet between those pretty eyes of yours.” With that Dean took another step closer, holding the gun high at eye level to the devil.

“The detective and I solemnly swear to leave you and your beautiful haired brother alone.” Lucifer spoke calmly, “I’ll even escort you if need be.”

The Winchester couldn’t help but smirk softly, “You come running after us, it won’t be pretty. I’ll make your lives a living hell. No pun intended.”

“Gives you a nice high, don’t it? Head spinning? Feels great, right?” The smirk never left the Winchester’s face as he spoke, staring down at his brother whom was crouched in the corner like some animal. Crouching down he grabbed Sam’s shoulder, earning the attention of the younger male. A twisted grin upon the youngest Winchester’s face, staring up at Dean, if anyone were to see it, it would’ve been the crazed look in his darkened eyes. The lust, the bloodlust. Lust was a powerful thing, and Sam most likely would never be able to tear away from its grasp now.

Not with him being under Dean’s supervision, not with Dean supplying what was powering his addiction. “That’s what I thought. Tell me when you want more,” Dean let go of Sam’s shoulder climbing to his feet, his fingers brushed over the bite mark on his left arm. It was deep, deep enough the mark wasn’t healing it right away as it usually did. Sam had a bite to him.

But in the end it would be worthit.

He would have his right hand man, none other than his own fleshandblood.