Own Nothing.

Five.

Hermione opened the hotel room door and walked in, locking it behind her. She sighed and set the bag of purchased books on her bed before looking into the boys' room. "Have a good walk sweetheart?" Dean asked her, looking up from the computer, he took a sip of his beer, staring at her. "Been gone all morning."

Hermione nodded. "Yes, I went to the local Wizardry market, bought some books, went to get some food, and then looked around some more."

Sam looked up from his book. "There's a local Wizardry market?"

Hermione nodded, going back into her room to grab the books. "There's usually one in the bigger cities, so I had to fly to one."

"On what a broomstick?" Dean asked with a smirk, but seeing Hermione's look, he laughed. "Seriously, you can fly on a broomstick?"

She sighed and looked away. "I don't do it often, I prefer to apparate or take some form of Muggle transportation." She set the bag of books on Sam's bed, well away from his actual body. "Watch out, the Monsters and Creatures bites." She stated as she went back into her room.

Sam and Dean's eyes widened as they looked at the bag. "Bites? Like how do you mean?" Sam asked.

Hermione walked back in, her shirt changed. "Like it will bite you." She reached into the bag and pulled on a leather strap and a fury and many-eyed book was attached to it. She turned the edges of the book away from her, it's eyes blinking and staring at the boys. She pets the spine and it relaxed, so she undid the strap and opened the book. "Here you go." She handed it to Sam as she went to sit across from Dean at the table. "I talked to some locals, there is a vampire nest in the suburbs of the city, American, so they're a bit stereotypical vampires, blood lusting and all that. They have been causing problems for the neighbors and they are looking for help." She explained to Dean Sam flipped through the book.

"And they just told you this?" dean asked as he stood up to get another beer. "You want one?"

"Sure." Both Sam and Hermione answered, not looking at each other. Dean rolled his eyes and handed one to Sam and grabbed two for him and Hermione. He handed one to her and opened his.

"Are they paying us to help them?" Dean asked as he went back to the laptop.

Hermione nodded as she took a drink of her beer. "150 Galleons." Both boys stared at her confused and she sighed and did the calculations in her head. "$1510.50"

Dean's eyes widened and he almost spat his beer out. "To get rid of some vampires?"

Hermione sighed and looked at her beer. "Perhaps I should've mentioned that it is more than just a normal clan of eight to twelve."

"How many then?" Sam asked her.

"Over thirty or so. It's more of a gathering, they apparently travel and feast as part of a pilgrimage."

Dean's eyes widened in shock. "Thirty blood sucks for $1500?" He looked at Sam who shrugged. "Okay, let's do it. When can we get going?"

"They'll be the weakest in two days." Hermione stated.

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Because it says here." Sam read from the book. "That a gathering of vampires are stronger in numbers, but at the weakest during the full moon because that is the night given to werewolves for their power."

"I wont kill werewolves." Hermione firmly stated.

Dean raised an eyebrow at her. "And why's that sweetheart?"

"Because my god son is one, by natural birth and he father was bitten. European werewolves are much different from American ones."

"How?" Sam asked.

"Each branch of the magical community goes by a code of honor."

"What's yours? The code of Merlin?" Dean snorted, but stopped at her glare. "Seriously?"

"As I was saying." Hermione glared at Dean. "Each goes by a code of honors and the ones in Europe, our codes are strict, by the law that governs each body. Now I admit that Witches and Wizards treat other supernatural creatures like werewolves like they not worth as much, but they didn't ask to be what they are and my job here in America was to help right the wrong stereotypical archetypes that are placed on supernatural creatures."

"What makes you so special?" Dane asked her.

She sighed and sat her beer down, looking at him. "I am head of the Department for Equal Rights for Magical Creatures, I have my first degree of Merlin, I am a trained Auror and I firmly believed that every creature deserves a chance."

Dean snorted. "Well Glenda, you're in the wrong business. Not every creature gets to live when it's in their nature to attack and kill others."

Hermione sighed and rolled her eyes. "That's just typical Muggle, you see war and destruction when a Witch or Wizard sees magic and being able to help."

"I don't know Hermione." Sam started, looking up from the book. "Some of these creatures look pretty bad. Hippogryph?"

She shook her head. "Their gentle creatures, just very proud."

"Threstals?"

"You can't even see them until you've seen death." Hermione explained. "They're like big winged horses."

"Made out of skeletons. They're big winged skeleton horses." Sam argued, as Dean looked confused."And what about a Basilisk?"

"Oh those are bad, I'll give you that. But if you look at it through a seeing device, to directly at it, like backwards through a mirror, or through a camera, then it would just petrify you, not kill you."

"You know this from experience?" Dean asked.

"When I was twelve, one was let lose on the school to go after Muggleborns, which I what I am." She stated, looking sad. "I was walking back through the halls after researching in the library and I saw it through the mirror, I was walking backwards. I was in the hospital wing for about a week or so."

"What the hell kind of school did you go to?" Dean asked.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She replied, picking up her beer and sipping it again. "Best seven years of my life."

"Was it safe other than the Basilisk incident?" Sam asked.

She shook her head. "Now, Harry, Ron and I were always in danger. Constantly people were trying to kill us, Harry because he was the chosen one and Ron and I became we were his best friends."

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean asked and Hermione looked over to see him smirking, knowing his didn't mean it in a bad way. "You get off on being scared?"

She shrugged, retuning his smirk. "You'll never know." She laughed as he face dropped.