Disclaimer: I own NOTHING. I am simply playing in these two worlds that seem to have grasped my attention and refused to let go.

Warnings/Triggers: Language, smut, violence, twisting of Biblical stories/beliefs, and potential sensitive scenes pertaining to what happened in Hell. You've been warned.

Found or Taken;
Depending on how you look at it.

Hermione awoke with a groan. Her head was pounding, and opening her eyes was a struggle. Nausea bubbled up through her stomach, forcing her to push back the vomit creeping up her esophagus. The smell of sulfur filled the air making nausea even worse. Forcing her eyes open with a hiss, she blinked at the low lighting. She was in some sort of damp, concrete room with candles spaced around her in a circle. Strange runes were painted on the walls and floor, glowing an eery blue color. Where was she? And more importantly, how did she get here?

"Ah, I see you're awake. Just in time for the party." Came a voice from behind her. Swirling around quickly she let out a pain-filled groan as a wave of dizziness overcame her. Her vision swam as she tried to make out the figure of the person before her. It was definitely male, of that much she was sure. From what she could see, he was wearing a black suit on his rather portly frame. He had short dark hair, with a slightly receding hairline. His eyes were a hazel color, almost like moss covered earth. He held himself with an air of arrogance, and she had no doubt he was a man used to getting what he wanted.

"Who are you? And where am I? How did I get here?" She demanded, stepping towards him only to quickly jump back when she received a shock. Apparently, those runes were designed to keep people in. Glancing around frantically, she tried not to panic. She would get out of this, she was the Brightest Witch of her age damn it! The man before her sent her a sinister grin.

"The question you should be asking darling isn't who, but what." He tsked at her, his hazel eyes becoming a disturbing red and overtaking the whites of his eyes like ink spreading through water. She scrambled back from him, she had heard stories of creatures like this. Demons. Creatures born from the blood of Lucifer and hellfire and brimstone. Pure embodiments of evil, whose only desire was to destroy.

"I see you know what I am, good. It'll save me the headache of trying to explain it to your pitiful mind. Name's Crowley, love. And you are here for a very special purpose." the Demon, Crowley told her. The redness of his eyes receding, leaving behind no trace of the monster that lurked within.

"And what purpose could I possibly serve to a Demon of Hell?" She snarled, eyes searching the room for a way out. There had to be some way to escape before he got a chance to enact his plans. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees, even as the candles surrounding her flared.

"King of Hell, actually. And you, my little poppet are my one-way ticket to freedom. You might not know what you are, but I do." He singsonged at her. Stepping closer to the circle she was imprisoned in, he sent her a tooth-filled smile.

"You are an Archangel's daughter. Michael's daughter as a matter of fact. And both Heaven and Hell have been searching for you since the day you were conceived. Leave it to Michael to grant his child the blessings of the Angel's and call her a witch." The demon smirked at her. He began to pace around her, and she turned with him never revealing her back to him. How could she be an angel's daughter, and more importantly how could she be an Archangel's daughter? She was a muggle-born witch! Not some child born from an Angel, he must be mistaken.

"It was quite a bit of chance that I found you actually. See, after you and your little friends defeated the wizard you called Voldemort, his soul was sent to my domain. And as a bargaining chip to avoid being tortured for all eternity, he told me about you. The foretold Nephilim Princess. God's safety net, as it were." He snarled at her, eyes returning to the inky blackness showcasing his anger.

A loud bang interrupted him, and before he could say another word, he was thrown across the room. Two men stood in a doorway she had seen earlier. Both were holding shotguns, aiming them at the Demon laying in a pile across the room. The first difference she noticed about them was height. One stood at least six foot five, while the other stood closer to six foot one if she had to guess. They were both lean and muscular, wearing plaid shirts and denim jeans, as well as work boots. The tall one had what appeared to be shaggy black hair, while the other had short brown hair. They were too far away for her to notice eye color, but all together they were rather handsome.

"Man he sure talks a lot. You okay there, sweetheart?" The shorter man asked. Sending her a concerned glance, he moved closer to the circle still training his gun on the Demon. Nodding her head vigorously, she eyed him speculatively.

"How do I know you're not like him?" Se questioned, moving more towards the center of the circle. Currently, she wasn't sure who to trust. Especially with the Demon's words racing through her mind. How could she be Nephilim? And an Archangel's daughter? It wasn't plausible. There must've been a mistake.

"I'm not a freakin' Demon. Name's Dean Winchester, and that over there is my little brother Sam. We're here to help." He told her, nodding his head in the taller man, Sam's, direction.

Letting out a snort she couldn't help but laugh, "Little brother?"

Dean rolled his eyes and squatted down next to the circle surrounding her. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up, but can it wait 'til we get you the hell outta here?" He asked, using his knife to disturb the runic circle containing her. Once it was broken, it along with all of the other strange runes stopped glowing.

Before she could blink, the Demon had disappeared.

"Damn coward." Dean snarled, before turning to face her fully. He stepped closer to her, gently grabbing her hand and turning. Tugging her along behind him, he held the shotgun one handed as he led her through a maze of hallways. His brother Sam followed closely behind, scanning the halls with his eyes and the gun. Soon, after a dizzying amount of turns, they broke through a door and were met with daylight.

Squinting her eyes at the sudden brightness, she gasped surprised to see two men with giant wings protruding from their backs standing before her. Just what had she gotten herself into?

"Easy child, we are not here to harm you. You're far too valuable for that." The dark-skinned angel told her earnestly, his eyes roving over her hungrily. His stare unnerved her, he was wearing a typical business suit, and were it not for the giant wings she could see protruding from his back, she would never know he was an angel.

"Calm yourself, Uriel. If we scare her, she will run." The other angel told Uriel, watching her carefully. He was wearing a khaki trench coat over a suit. What kind of angels wore trenchcoats?

"Cas, how did you find us?" Dean asked, staring at the man, no angel, in the trench coat. She noticed he seemed to have pushed her behind him slightly, a fact she was currently grateful for. She had no wand, and therefore no means of escape. So she'd take the handsome man's protection if he was willing to offer it.

"Step aside, maggot. She is above you. She is Divine." Uriel spat at Dean, causing a roiling pit of anger to begin to form in the pit of her stomach. How dare this angel swoop in and insult Dean after he had saved her from a demon. Sam stepped forward, raising his hand towards the angels, only to be thrown into the wall behind them.

"Your tricks don't work on me, boy!" Uriel snarled, pointing his finger at Sam, causing him to pass out.

Letting out a sharp gasp, she took a tentative step towards him. What type of angels were these creatures? Certainly, none she had ever heard of.

"Not the good kind," Dean told her, startling her. She had been unaware of speaking aloud. A habit she developed when she was overwhelmed and trying to process.

Turning to face the angels she hissed at them,"How dare you? They just saved me from a Demon, risking their lives when you couldn't even make it through the doors. And this... This is how you repay them? By insulting them, and injuring them? You should be ashamed!" Her hands had balled into fists, resting on her hips as she glared at them. Ignoring the chuckles coming from Dean she took a step towards them, feeling a jolt of surprise when they took a hasty step back.

"You will fix him. Now!" she snapped, pointing at Cas, "And you will apologize!" She gestured at Uriel.

For a moment, he looked ready to argue, before he bowed his head in Dean's direction. "I apologize." He bit out as if it were killing him to do so. Nodding once, she turned her attention to Sam, pleased when he stirred and sat up.

"We'll be in touch. Keep her safe." Cas told them before he and Uriel took to the sky in a powerful blast of their wings. Leaving behind one confused witch, and two slightly smug Hunters.

"So, where to now sweetheart?" Dean asked sending her a winning frowned, not being entirely sure where to go, "I-I don't know." She sighed returning to watching the sky.

A/N: So I'm starting a new story, this will most likely be a Dean/Hermione story simply because I am in love with the idea of them. And honestly, there are not enough stories like this out there. Like my other stories, I have no idea how long this one will be, because the Muse tends to come by, hit me with a stick and say write, on her own time. To those of you wondering about Dirty Laundry, I plan to go over the chapters, review and revise them because I honestly feel as if I could do better with writing that particular story, so please be patient with me as I work to make it better. Until I have previous chapters up to par, I will not be updating it. As for QoF, Chapter 14 has been sent to my amazing Beta Vino Amore, so it should be published within the next few days or so. As always Reviews are my lifeblood, and I appreciate them greatly. I will send out cookies if I have them to anyone who reviews. Til next time, Lilbit903