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STORY HAS BEEN REDONE. PLEASE REREAD THE OTHER BITS [Though it hasn't been completely redone. I have changed things so if you are confused just re-read the beginning]

Things became very silent after that Ashe spoke that sentence but despite the obvious discomfort of the others and the questioning Hermione was going to get she couldn't kept a smile from curving on her. After all the turmoil the order went through; Harry went through, Sirius is still alive and most probably living a normal secluded life.

"Alex? What do you know about this guy?" Kailie asked, her tone void of all the foolishness Hermione was accustomed to. Hermione needed to think of an excuse quick or else Sirius would become hunted animal.

"He 'died,' changing his name and moving to the states… He's the reason I'm here." Suddenly Hermione found her feet particularly interesting, it was a half-truth, but it didn't change the fact that she was lying to a whole group of people; people trained to see through these kinds of lies.

It went silent again but this time it was broken by Ellen, "Well Alexa, you must be tired, seems like you've had a long day; I'll show you your room."

Hermione nodded politely and gave a quiet goodnight to everyone else before following her Ellen out of the bar area.

"She's lying about something."

It was what they'd all been thinking but Dean was the first to blatantly voice it. The bar had gone quiet after Hermione had left; it left the air stale with questions. As time past in silence more and more wooden bar stools were becoming visible as the Road House cleared out. The run down looking bar kept it's own conversation by constant creaking of the floor boards anyone moved or even shifted weight, and there were still three men in the corner playing darts other than that they were all alone.

"Yeah, but maybe we should just leave it at that?" Sam said brooding into his beer bottle, "I mean, it's her business. Seems like she's just looking for someone…"

A dart pierced through the wall where one of the hunters were a little too drunk to play darts sunk it. One of the other hunters inspected the wall full of holes already made yanking the dart out while the other grabbed the drunkard and dragged him outside. The three of them left… And the group was left alone.

"She's not something… You know, supernatural? Did'ya think? Cause I dunno, the red eyes, she's hiding something? It all seems to add up… Doesn't it? But maybe not… I don't know, this is frustrating." Kailie rambled, trying to find a feasible explanation.

"I think we should just leave it be for now… I mean talking it out like this it isn't going to help her or us… Plus she seems to need our help more then anything." Jo cut in, her voice had an air of finality to it that everyone seemed to notice, "I'm going to bed. Night." With that she got up and left in a hurry.

"Wait! I need to know where to sleep!" Kailie jumped out of her seat and bounded off after her.

Then there were two.

"Well do you have any idea's about the Riddle case?" Sam inquired, trying to pull the conversation away from the sleeping brunette.

"Demon? It seems like it could be, but then again, why only two deaths like this and so spread?"

"It could be to not attract attention, but still it's a long shot; Think it could be a ritual of some sort? I don't know how but with a fifteen year difference I don't know sounds like Pagan stuff."

Dean nodded at this statement; Rituals were always strange… It would make sense if something like this came from a ritual or maybe even… A witch.

"What about a witch? Spell from far away, it would explain the no traces part."

"… Is there a spell that could kill instantaneously though? It would be able to make internal wounds or anything. Just straight kill the man."

"Whatever it is, we'll find it and kill it."

Hermione lay atop the bed staring at the ceiling above her; the planking of the house was uneven and at points sealed with what looked like a plaster of cheese, but the room was relatively clean, nothing out of place. She assumed it was because they had guests often coming to the bar to stay.

As she lay there looking at the ceiling she was piecing the incidences together; firstly, three deatheaters go through the veil presumably to bring back Voldemort, secondly, a riddle in this life is killed by the killing curse and then disappears…

Just with those two pieces of information she had already gained that somehow they were using the Riddles body to bring back Voldemort; it seemed like it made sense: there were no more relatives left in our world so it made sense to go here. But still how did they know of here?

… And if they were going to use Riddle's body they would still need the blood of an enemy. Or at least that is the ritual they used the last time they'd brought him back.

She sighed, none of these other questions mattered if they were truly going to bring back Tom Riddle the only thing that would, would be when? And Where?

Hermione needed to stop it, she wouldn't let it happen again.

She needed to get Sirius, hopefully he still had a wand; he could help her.

With this decision she gathered herself off of the bed and made her way to the bar area. She was so lost in her thought she didn't realize the noise the creaking floor made to give her away nor did she realize the eyes watching her as she walked.

After everyone else had gone to bed; Dean still sat at the bar in silence nursing his drink. It had been going like this for quite a while, every night, ever since their dad had died. Or to be more specific ever since their dad had given his life for Dean.

Dean couldn't help but feel guilty, his father was dead and the Colt was gone all so that he could live. If his father didn't trade his life, yellow eyes would've been dead by now instead he was still free as a bird. And his father… he wouldn't be in hell.

Just then he heard a noise -creaking coming from the back hallway; he pulled his hand away from the drink and reached for the .45 in his jacket. He etched his way towards the corner of the hallway and peered around the corner to see Alexa walking down the hallway staring at her feet. He didn't relax. With all this girls weird behavior he was starting to think she was hiding something dangerous. Maybe even a demon.

She came up to the corner and right as she turned Dean lifted the gun right up against her forehead, Hermione's eyes widened dramatically and her whole body froze; she hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings and now she had a gun pointed at her head. She was petrified.

"What are you doing up?" Dean asked keeping his voice low.

"W-what am I doing? I'm not the one holding a gun up to someone's head!" Hermione said her voice almost reaching hysterics.

Dean eyed her a little before lowering the gun, "You still didn't answer my question, what are you doing up?"

She kept his gaze not wanting to look weak though she most probably already gave away her position on that.

"I couldn't sleep. I have too much on my mind." She gritted out.

When she had first met Dean she thought he was charming and a lot like Sirius in the way that he was a 'player' but now she could tell that he was just a big-headed little boy; obviously prone to throwing hissy-fits.

"Hm, you have something on your mind, wouldn't happen to be about a man who appeared out of thin air two years ago?" Dean remarked provoking her; but being an order member she knew this tactic and she wouldn't let him get to her.

"Well, to be honest… Yes…" Hermione broke contact with his eyes and stared off into the distance once again. "I thought he was dead." She murmured so softly Dean barely heard it against the sound of the old house moving.

It made Dean uncomfortable; he'd comforted people –women before, but not sense his father had died. It was different somehow to be able to empathize with people like this.

I mean sure he'd had others around him die but he never had such a connection like he did with his father and it… It hurt.

He walked behind the bar and pulled out a glass of bottle of bourbon and poured it into a drink then handed it to her.

"Here." She stepped out of her daze and eyed the drink suspiciously. "Just try it, don't worry. It's good." She took his word and wrapped her slender fingers around the glace. She took a sip and made a lemon face.

That's when he noticed, how fragile she was. She wasn't a hunter like them, it was obvious from the moment she walked in; she was too delicate; too breakable. Still there was a look in those dull red eyes of hers that made her fit in a bit more; that broken look.

Maybe she wasn't breakable anymore, maybe she was already broken.

Hermione blushed under his gaze she could feel it boring a hole into the side her face but soon enough he turned back to nursing his drink.

A/N: POLL TIME: WHO SHOULD HERMIONE END UP WITH? Sam or Dean. Review and let me now! Oh and no flaming please.

I am so sorry! I'm terrible I know. I've had work and school and all this crazy stuff to do, but that's no excuse right? Though it's a miracle; I did update! Ahaha. It happened! I'm hoping to get back into writing this so I can finish it before the end of the summer.

Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers: I keep thinking of abandoning it… But then I read your comments and I feel terrible so I write more ahaha.

FredWeasleyLover1126: Thank you for the wonderful praise! : ] It makes me tres happy and once again sorry about the tremendous wait; you may want to re-re-read it cause… I changed all the chapters… Ahahaa just a tad. I don't know exactly how many chapters this will be… But hopefully… Not to many… Cause my fingers hurt already and I have a terrible computer.

mystakenidentity: Ahaha thank you for the review and get back to your stories!

slytherinbabe210: Thanks! I thought I love crossovers so I might as well try one out right? Well- I would (well maybe, maybe I wouldn't maybe I'd just be a jerk Ahaha) tell you whether or not she is going to be with Sam. But I don't even know… I was thinking of having a poll. I love polls; I have them for pretty much everything.

1993: OH MY GOD. You win loudest reviewer award! I can only imagine what you're like in real life. Ahahaa I THANK YOU VERY MUCH AND HERE YOU GO.

: I like you. You know why… Cause after reading this story over… I realized… Wow. I really don't like the change. I changed that part up a bit… So not to make her have her hair change and crude [I really have no idea what I was thinking]. Anyways as for the shipping I dunnoooo. Sam or Dean? I can't decide; which is why I am having the poll.

LelaRo: Thank you for your review and no she isn't a shape-shifter I even switched that part up a bit. Sooo tell me whatcha think.