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Sam stared at her with confusion. What was she talking about?
'What was Hermione thinking? Oh sure, he was going to go to the police station and say, "Hi my girlfriend was set on-fire by the demon that killed my mother 22 years ago." Oh, that would go over just great.' His silent rant was cut short by Hermione's firm tone.
"I know, you know what killed Jess and I want to help you catch it. I need to help." She spoke to him with a unwavering determination in her tone and eyes. This was something she needed to do. What just occurred made her realize that her life was never going to be normal. Hermione needed to face her reality. She was a magnet for danger and there would always be something waiting in the shadows.
Dean stood behind the woman, facing Sam and watched the silent conversation between her and his brother, thinking, 'Who the hell is this chick and how the hell does she know what killed my brothers girlfriend?'
"Why should we trust you to come with us?" Dean asked, drawing their attention from their soundless conversation.
Hermione didn't know how to answer that question. She knew that if she were in their position, she would be asking the same question. Dean looked around and noticed there were police officers gathering in the area and people had started to come out to see the fire.
"We need to take this conversation somewhere else now." telling them as he made his way towards the driver's side of the Impala.
Sam and Hermione agreed and climbed in. Once they were out of the area, Dean searched for a likely place to leave the girl so he and Sam could get started.
"So where're we dropping you off?" Dean asked her as he watched her in the rearview mirror.
"You mean, where're we going so I can pick up my things?" She corrected him.
Dean stopped the car and turned back to look at her directly. "Listen here, I don't know how the hell you know about what happen back there and truthfully I don't care. I don't know you and I don't trust you."
Sam hadn't said a word since entering the car and he made no effort to interrupt their argument he was still trying to process what happened to Jess.
Hermione just stared at the back of Sam's head after the driver stopped barking at her.
"Look I don't care if you don't trust me. I just saw one of my best friends murdered!" The word 'again' didn't pass her lips; although it had been a close call. "I'm not just going to sit back and do nothing. I'm going out there and look for what killed her. I just thought it would be most expedient to go with you two since I think you know what was behind this. But if you don't want me along I will find 'IT' on my own. I just thought that together we could find it quicker." She paused to catch her breath and then continued. "I thought that Sam would understand." She caught Sam's eye in the side mirror. "I thought you would trust me enough to go with you. You're not the only one that lied here. I didn't tell you I knew that there were real monsters for the same reason you didn't tell me. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. I haven't been happy in a long time."
With that said; Hermione shot out of the car without any warning. If they didn't want any help then she was going to do it on her own. She headed towards her dorm. Hermione needed to get out of town tonight. Thankfully, she knew Emily would be probably by asleep by now. It pained her to leave her newfound friend, but she couldn't risk more harm to her friends. The un-normal followed her like a cloud over her head and she didn't wish to risk anything or anyone else. As she started walking she heard the sound of the car door open.
"Hermione wait!" Sam called out to her as he ran to catch up. She turned around to find him barely an inch from her.
"Sam look just do what you have to do with..." She stopped as she remembered that she didn't know who the man with them was. He was leaning on the car door, watching her and Sam closely.
"Dean… my brother." Sam answered her unspoken question. "We hunt things like this." he stated. She felt a twinge of sympathy. Sam looked exhausted and ready to break down. There had simply been too much to process for one night and Hermione felt she was adding too much pressure on her friend. She leaned in closer.
"I'm sorry." she said in a whisper. Her head fell and she stared at the ground. "It's just... I can't go through this again." Hermione was trying so hard to hold the tears back.
"What do you mean again? Hermione?" He pulled her towards him and tried to make her look at him.
"Losing people I care about..." She answered, finally meeting his gaze.
He stared at her in with a surprise expression. "I guess we have more things in common after all."
"So is she coming or not." Dean yelled from his side of the car and grumbled to himself. "Even though I don't agree one bit... "
"She's coming." Sam stated firmly.
"This is going to be fun" Dean said as he sat in the driver's seat..
Hoping this wasn't something they'd all regret, Sam and Hermione climbed back into the car as well.