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Chapter Eleven

Sam was the first to wake. Stirring he turned to look over to Dean who even unconscious was holding Hermione tightly to himself. He turned to see Castiel, looking up to the heavens with his right hand over his heart and a small dreamlike smile gracing his face.

Sam staggered to his feet and went over to him. "What happened?"

"My Father answered," he breathed. "It was heartening to hear His voice."

"I bet," he said, looking around. "Where's the Metatron?"

"His business here was finished. He returned his vessel and went back home."

"Dean, when don't you think about sex?" she inquired, waking up.

"When it comes to you? Never," he growled, nuzzling her neck.

"Thank goodness," she sighed, turning to face him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Yes, Dean, I'll marry you." He gave her his panty dropping grin. "Sorry it took so long to answer."

"You answered," he murmured. "That's all I care about." He looked up to Castiel and Sam. "You two ready for a wedding?"

"But you two are already married," Sam said.

"We didn't have a choice then," Dean told him. "Now we want to. So are you up for a wedding?"

Smiling brightly, Castiel stated, "Today is a wonderful day for a wedding."

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Castiel gave Hermione away, Sam was the best man, and Gabriel showed up to throw rice as soon as the ceremony was over. It had been the just the kind of wedding she had wanted with only the people that mattered being there in attendance. She went over to Gabriel, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you for coming," she breathed.

"You're welcome," he murmured.

"I'm sorry I punched you," she told him, taking out his hankie from his front pocket and transformed it into a flower and tucking it into his jacket's button hole. "Tell people to smell it and it will hit them with water. They'll never see it coming."

"That's an old one," he told her.

"Then smell it," she dared him, taking a few steps back as what was a bucket of water hit him from out of nowhere.

He looked at her in shock, exclaiming, "I love it!" And he vanished to go find some unsuspecting person to pull this prank on.

She went over to where the brothers were talking to Castiel. Slipping her arm around her husband's waist, she held out a key to Sam.

"It's my wedding gift to you, Sam," she said to him. "Your things are already there waiting for you there."

Sam grinned and gave her a hug. "Thanks, sis."

Turning to Dean, she said, "I need to speak to Castiel in private a moment and then we can have another honeymoon." She frowned. "There's no limits on honeymoons, right?"

"Nope. Not in my book," Dean confirmed, making her smile.

"Excellent! I'll only be a moment," she murmured, rushing off to go over to Castiel.

"I would have thought you wanted to be alone with Dean now," Cas said casually.

"I do," she affirmed. "But something happened that had me thinking that my one time friends and I need to seriously speak if only to confirm or deny my hypothesis." Hermione handed over a list of names. "Could you possibly bring them here so we can speak?"

"Right now?"

"Heavens no! I have another honeymoon coming my way," she told him with a wink that had him blushing. "Please could you bring them here day after tomorrow to the hotel? If it wasn't important, I wouldn't ask this of you."

"It is the least I can do for you," he assured her quietly.

"Thank you," she breathed.

"For what?" he asked, confused.

Castiel looked over to Dean, who was waiting for her at his car. "For helping me find the adventure of a lifetime."

Not knowing what to say to that, he watched as Hermione went back to Dean who swung her up into his arms and carried her over to his car. Sam walked over next to the angel and watched as the two drove away.

"I hope it lasts," Sam said. "He deserves something good."

Castiel smiled, saying, "It will."

"How do you know?" he asked, looking towards him.

"Because my Father told me it would," the angel murmured with a soft smile that had Sam grinning as well.

"Good," he said. "Let's get some cheeseburgers and you can tell me about what Hermione asked you to do."

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Hermione was serving up breakfast when they arrived with Harry, Ron, and Ginny in tow. She beamed at Sam and Castiel, motioning to them to sit down at the elongated table and have some of the scramble she had made. She gave all three of her former friends a glance.

"You might as well join us," she told them. "We have to speak and I'd rather do it on a full stomach."

Ron, never being one to turn down a meal, was quick to sit down only to have Dean push him out of the seat he chose.

"This is Hermione's seat," he said quietly, winking to his wife.

Smiling she went on to serve everyone before sitting down next to Dean. They ate in silence and in the middle of it all finally Harry had had enough.

"Why did you have us kidnaped?" he demanded.

"Did I?" she asked, innocently. "Why can't you just enjoy the meal and we can speak afterwards." She grinned. "I have afters."

"Afters?" Dean asked.

"Apple pie," she told him. "I made two."

"Excellent," he murmured.

"I'm saving one for after they leave," she told him. "So don't eat too much now."

Dean smiled wickedly. "Are you going to be the plate?"

Smiling back with a slight blush on her face, she said, "Yes."

"Oi! Aren't you married to Harry?" Ginny demanded, jumping to her feet.

Letting out a long sigh, she turned to them, muttering, "Yes, by all means let's get this over with so I can go back to my honeymoon." Getting to her feet, she kissed Dean as she handed him her wand. "Hold this please? I may very well have reason to more than hex them, but it doesn't mean that it would be wise."

"Sammy, do you have their wands too?" Dean asked, as he got to his feet.

"Cas does," he told his older brother, getting to his feet as well along with the others.

"First things first," Hermione said. "Guys, these are Harry Potter-Weasley, his husband Ronald Potter-Weasley, and his sister Ginny Weasley." The three British magic users stared at her stunned. "And the people I just introduced you to are Sam Winchester, Castiel, and Dean Winchester, my husband." She held up her hand to hold off them saying anything. "Let me get the most important item of all, shall I?" She went over, grabbed a box and placed it smack dab in the middle of the table. "Who gave you these Chocolate Frogs, Ron?"

Ron's face went bloodless, as he looked over to Harry. The two moved closer together, but said nothing. Hermione looked over to Ginny, who was seething by this time.

"It was you, wasn't it?" Hermione asked. "You gave your brother those frogs dosed with some real powerful magicks and potions. Magicks dare I say that might even be bordering on the dark side…"

"It wasn't!" she exclaimed. "Mum would never use dark magic!" They all gaped at her, even as she was crying.

"Why, Ginny? Why give them to your brother at all? We were only teenagers! What were you thinking?!" Hermione exclaimed.

"That if you were out of the way, Harry wouldn't be so dependent on you!" she screamed. "Do you have any idea what it's like to be in love and always know that he'll always count on you more than me?" She was glaring at her brother now. "Couldn't even listen! I told you to eat them with Hermione, not with Harry!"

Ron cleared his throat, saying quietly, "Gin, if you didn't do what you did, I would have been married to Hermione and you would have been with Harry. Did you think of that?"

Putting his arm around Ron in a loving supportive gesture, Harry added, "In other words, you brought this on yourself."

"Why didn't you tell me about what happened?" Hermione asked them. "You two were magically bonded and it never occurred to you that I might want to know?"

Ron's face went red. "Uh…"

"You see it's like…"

They looked to each other and said together in resigned voices, "We had already been involved and you were our beard."

Hermione looked over to Ginny. "As were you, as well." She moved closer to her. "And yet I was the one to gain your ire. I was somehow to blame for your folly. Why is that, I wonder?" She was now in her face. "Why didn't you just ask me?"

"I don't know," Ginny whispered.

Hermione moved over to Harry. "Why didn't you two just fess up to what happened? I would have been happy for you. Completely shocked at first, but ultimately very happy for you."

"I-I had you fired," Harry told her weakly.

She grinned just so. "I thought as much." Stepping aside, she called, "Dean?"

Dean went straight over to Harry and punched him in the jaw, making him crumple to the ground and nearly taking Ron down with him.

"You see?" her husband asked her. "You keep your fist like this." He showed her the position, which was in line with the rest of his arm. "That way you get more power behind it and you don't hurt your hand."

"You mean like this?" And she punched Ron that time, making him hit the ground next to Harry.

"Perfect!" he declared. "She's a natural, Sammy!"

"Oi! Why did you punch me?" Ron demanded.

"Why didn't you at least warn me about the frogs, Ronald?" she asked him.

He stammered for a moment, but ultimately he admitted, "I forgot about them completely." He looked from her to Dean and back again. "So you two, huh?"

She nodded, before kneeling down and kissing his forehead. "It was your best mistake ever."

"I thought so before," Harry said, grinning. "So you're not upset at us?"

"You got me fired, Harry. But I find myself just where I want to be," she told him. "I can't stay mad about that."

Harry hugged her, as did Ron. When it looked like Dean was going to break them up, it was Sam that said, "Hey, they're a gay married couple. What are you worried will happen?"

He looked at them, hugging each other tightly. The guys' hands didn't go further than her shoulders or back. The guys, on the other hand, couldn't seem to stop petting each other's asses. "Good point."

Hermione pulled away, looking to the heart broken Ginny. Getting to her feet, she said, "You may have done a foolish thing, but that doesn't mean you're a bad person."

Ginny looked at her startled, but said nothing.

"Just tell me this—whom did your mom use that potion and spell combination on?"

Ginny's jaw went hard. "That's none of your business!"

"Right. So you want your brothers married to women they might not like, because they just happen to be the woman she wants for them?" Hermione asked her.

This had Harry jumping to his feet. "Merlin! I didn't even think of that."

"Not a shocker there," Sam muttered, gaining a glare from Ron and Harry.

"I hate to ask this, but did she use it on your father?" Harry asked, looking at her hard.

The youngest Weasley avoided their eyes and the guilt over such, even if it hadn't been her to have done so, was there.

"She did, didn't she?" Hermione pressed.

"Yes," Ginny muttered. "And she said it would bring me nothing but happiness if I made sure you were out of the way!"

Stepping back, she breathed, "You were never my friend, were you?" Ginny gave Hermione a spite filled look that had her shrinking away from the angry witch.

Dean went to his wife, taking her into his arms. "You okay?"

"I shouldn't have been shocked. I thought…" She shook her head. "It doesn't matter what I thought." Looking up into his eyes, she breathed, "Ready for dessert?"

Laughing, he threw her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift and carried her laughing joyously over to their bedroom. Castiel went over to Ginny and stared at her a moment. He pulled out her wand and held it out to her.

"There must be something truly good within you for you to have been chosen, as you were by the Metatron," he said.

"Sometimes it isn't the penitent that are chosen, but the truly repentant," she breathed. "I'm so sorry about everything, but she just gets me so…" Ginny made a noise of frustration. "But it isn't about her, is it?"

"No, it isn't," Castiel told her. "You could have had a friend in her. But instead you allowed your own insecurities, as well as your mother's poor influence to create a situation that no one should have gone through."

"What do you know?!" she snapped. "Who are you to judge me?"

"I'm not," he said. "I'm pointing out that you took away people's choices. You're just lucky they all ended up with whom they were supposed to."

She looked over to her brother and Harry, whispering to each other, as they absently caressed each other from time to time.

"I never had a chance with him, did I?" she asked of no one in particular.

"Seeing as he's gay? No, not really," Sam replied. Ginny looked over to him with female appreciation, making him step back and add, "You try that shit with me and I'll shoot you."

Letting out a growl, Ginny grabbed her wand and spun on her heel, vanishing with a pop as she did so.

"I wonder how she was able to be a vessel without having her mind blown out by the Metatron's power?" Sam asked absently.

"Unlike regular humans, witches and wizards have magical cores that protect them from that happening," Castiel answered him. "But it's so infrequent that a magical person is a vessel that it's not really spoken of much."

"Cool," Sam murmured, looking over to the angel next to him.

Castiel nodded over to the other two men. Letting out a reluctant sigh, the younger Winchester went over to them.

"Hey," Sam said, having them look over to him. "I don't know about you guys, but I could use a beer."

Harry and Ron looked to each other and back over to Sam. "Sounds good," Harry said to him. "While we're getting the beer, you can tell us what you and your brother do for a living. And what the heck that man is." He pointed to Castiel. "And don't give me nonsense. I know he must be something unusual."

"I am an angel of the Lord," Castiel told them.

Ron didn't know what he was and looked as confused as he felt. Harry, on the other hand, looked stunned.

"And that would make you and your brother?" Harry inquired looking over to Sam.

"Hunters," Sam told him. "It all started when my mom died…"

The End.

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