Author's Notes: Hi readers! I'm back! Here's the sequel finally! Again, I do not own the characters from Harry Potter or Supernatural. They belong to their creators.

Chapter Inspiration: Grenade by We Are The In Crowd

Chapter 1

Dean's breath left him in a whoosh. The words: "Dean, I'm six months pregnant," bounced around in his brain. He had so many questions, accusations, and feelings, that he needed to process. If he were being honest, his first instinct was to run. Run as far away from the situation, as fast as he possibly could. The world was becoming increasingly dangerous, it was definitely not the most opportune time to be bringing a baby into it.

Hermione stood silently, watching Dean's face after she told him. She saw a myriad of emotions registering, just not long enough to identify one. She started wringing her hands, becoming increasingly worried with each moment that passed, and he didn't say anything in reply. She mentally facepalmed, telling herself she should have just wrote it in a letter, and sent it to him, like her friends had suggested after she refused to come tell him in person after finding out.

"I don't want you to feel unnecessarily responsible, I just thought you should know." Hermione said softly, after a while.

"What?" Dean snapped, her words a shocking non-comfort to him.

"What?" Hermione asked, confused.

"I'm trying to process this situation, and that does not help." Dean said, his words still short and cross sounding.

"Do you want me to go while you process?" Hermione asked, dread crawling up her back.

"That's probably wise." Was all her hunter replied.

Tears filled Hermione's eyes, and Dean almost second questioned his decision to send her away. He was scared, and angry, and as much as he wanted to question her, he needed to figure out what he was going to do. He resisted any urge he had to touch her, and just watched her head lower, so that she was looking at the ground.

"Take all the time you need. I'm just going to aparate back to Hogwarts." Hermione told him, fighting back the tears threatening to fall.

She turned, and left Dean standing between a row of cars in Bobby's salvage yard. Walking with her head down, shoulders slumped, she made her way from where she'd given him the news, back to Bobby's house. He and Sam, were sitting in the kitchen when she opened the screen door to get her duffle. Bobby heard the door and got up to go investigate. He was surprised to see her alone, and grabbing the bag she'd arrived with.

"What's going on?" He asked.

"I have to go back to Hogwarts. I'll pop in for a longer visit sometime, I promise." Hermione said hurriedly, keeping her head down to prevent him from seeing her tears.

"Are you sure kiddo? You're more than welcome to stay." Bobby asked. He was searching his brain for any reason why Hermione would be running away so soon after arriving.

"I can't stay right now Bobby. I've got to go. It was nice meeting you Sam." Hermione told Bobby, before pitching her voice louder so that Sam could hear her parting words.

"It was nice meeting you too, Hermione!" Sam called from the kitchen.

With that, she rushed out Bobby's front door before he could hug her. She walked over to the spot where a rubber duck portkey had transported her from here to Hogwarts, nearing a year ago. With a last, stuttered breath, she jerked her wand, and was back in England.

Hogwarts

Hermione was back in the stone courtyard, at the main entrance to the school. She quickly wiped the tears from her face, before rushing through the large double doors. Nobody seemed to be around, so she walked, as fast as her belly would let her, back to where her quarters were. Now, the tears were falling steadily from her eyes, and down her cheeks, leaving gleaming tracks in their wake. As luck wouldn't have it for Hermione, she ended up running into Ron and Hannah.

"Oy, what's going on?" Ron asked Hermione, when she literally bumped into him.

"I'm sorry Ron." Hermione squeaked.

"Hermione?" Ron asked. He hadn't expected her to show back up at the castle, much less crying.

"I don't want to talk about it Ron." Hermione told him, moving to step around him, and finish her trek.

"What happened?" Ron continued, however he got shushed by Hannah, who put her hand on Ron's arm.

"Whenever you want to talk Hermione, you've got friends who will listen." Hannah said gently.

"Thanks Hannah. Right now, all I want to do is curl up in my bed." Hermione told her.

Ron and Hannah watched Hermione continue on her way, sympathetic expressions on their faces.

"What do you think happened?" Ron asked Hannah.

"I don't know, but give her some space. She'll talk when she's ready." Hannah told him.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

Dean stood in the same spot in the yard as he'd been in when Hermione dropped her bombshell news on him. Not much had changed since he told her it was best if she left, he was still confused as ever, but now it was nearing midday. He'd heard the crack of her disaparating, but even that wasn't enough to propel him to movement.

He wasn't sure how he was feeling about it. Sure, the importance of family had been drilled into his head since childhood, but never did he think he was ever going to face something like this. This was a whole new mountain of responsibility he wasn't ready for. He scrubbed his hands down his face when the bang of the screen door sounded in the silence around him. He didn't bother to look to see who'd joined him.

"Mind telling me why Hermione just took off in such a hurry?" Bobby asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I need time to think, and I think it's best I do it alone." Dean replied, refusing to look at his father figure.

"Whatever you did to her, fix it. She was trying not to show it, but damn it, she was crying." Bobby told him.

Hearing he'd made Hermione cry hurt, but he knew sending her back home while he processed was the right thing to do. "She's pregnant." He said the words out loud for the first time.

"Say what?" Bobby asked, his eyes wide.

"She came to tell me she is six months pregnant." Dean replied.

"Good job, you idjit." Bobby replied.

"Trust me Bobby, you can't beat me up more for this situation than I already am." Dean told the older hunter.

"Get your head on straight, and fast, boy. That girl is head over heels for you." He told Dean.

"How would you know?" Dean sniped in reply.

"I knew before we even went to England. It was there, plain as day." Bobby studied Dean for a moment. He looked weary, but when he'd told the young man that he knew for sure Hermione loved him, he seemed to lift a little. "For whatever it's worth, you ain't John."

Dean's back went ramrod straight. Without knowing it, Bobby had pinpointed the crux of his struggle. The one thing that reigned through the chaos of everything else he was thinking, and feeling. There was only one person though who could tell him that for sure, and he was still inside, wondering what all had just happened.

Hogwarts

Hermione collapsed on her bed, pulled the covers over her head and let loose the sobs she'd had built up. She didn't know for sure, but she could guess that she was on her own to raise hers, and Dean's baby. She would tell her little one someday how much she'd loved their dad, but that it just was never meant to be. She'd tell her son, or daughter, that it was a wrong time, wrong place type of situation. She rubbed her hand over her belly feeling a gentle kick press into the palm of her hand. She would know the gender of the baby by this time in two weeks. The thought was equally bittersweet. She wanted Dean to be there, she wanted him to want their child as much as she did. Unfortunately, she couldn't make him, and she had to let him go.

Crying harder, she buried her head under the pillows to stifle any sounds she made. She didn't want anyone walking by her room to hear her bawling like a baby. She was sure Ron and Hannah had already told Harry she was back, and that she'd been crying. No doubt he'd try checking on her, but she wasn't ready to face him either. Though her friends would never say it, she could hear the "I told you so's." If only she'd gone to him, and told him sooner. Perhaps the outcome would have been very different. If only she hadn't hidden behind the rebuild, and her fears, then maybe she wouldn't feel so alone. Another kick to her hand, and the loneliness eased some. Just a piece of him remained, and she planned on keeping little he or she, safe and sound.

Meanwhile, Harry was making his way across the castle to Hermione's quarters. He didn't know what happened, but Ron was certainly fit to be tied. He'd tracked Harry down to convince him that they needed to make a trip to South Dakota to beat up Dean. It took Harry the better part of an hour to talk him out of that plan, at least until they knew what exactly happened. Leaving Ginny to handle her brother, Harry took off. He figured he might be able to get the story out of his distraught friend, better than the hot head.

He could hear her muffled sobs when he reached her door. Whatever happened, it may just be enough to warrant a trip to the States. Raising his hand, he knocked on the heavy wood door.

"Who is it?" Hermione asked, her nose sounding stuffed, voice broken.

"Hermione, it's Harry. You okay in there?" He asked.

"I'm fine Harry, go away." Hermione called out.

"No. I'll sit out here until you open the door. I warn you though, I can go days without meals." Harry said firmly.

He heard some movement, and figured it was a good sign. When the door opened, he smirked at her unusually haggard appearance. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were wrinkled, her face was tear stained, and her nose was leaking like a faucet. "You're a downright git. You know that, right?" She told him.

"So, I've been told on occasion. What happened Hermione? Not talking about it, isn't going to do you any good." Harry said conversationally to his friend, pushing past her to sit on the edge of her bed.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione shut the door and sat next to Harry. "He doesn't want us Harry. That's what happened." She told him.

"What did he say?" Harry asked.

"I asked if I should come back here, and he said that me coming back here would be for the best." Hermione replied, her arms coming around her belly.

"Wait, you need to tell me the context here. You're not making a lot of sense." Harry said, trying to piece what happened together. "Tell me everything, from the beginning."

"I got to Bobby's, and I officially got to meet the brother who's supposed to be dead. Then, Dean and I went out in the yard, so I could tell him. For a while he didn't say anything, so I told him that I didn't tell him to add unnecessary responsibility, but just felt he should know. He snapped at me telling me that what I'd said didn't help him process the situation, so I offered to come back, and well, you know the rest." Hermione told him.

"Hermione, I'm going to be blunt with you. Can you really blame the poor guy?" Harry asked rhetorically. "I know you have crazy, pregnant woman hormones going on, but you're still the same, smart person. Imagine if he showed up here at Hogwarts, with a child, and laid a similar bombshell on you. Wouldn't you want some time to process it too?"

"That situation would be different." Hermione replied stubbornly.

"Didn't you tell me once that he reacts first and thinks later to sudden situations? Remember when you told me about the djinn hunt? You told me that he yelled at you because he'd been afraid, that he thought he'd made a mistake that was going to cost you your life. You told me that he plans, and strategizes before going into a hunt, and that surprises, he doesn't handle well. You said that yourself Hermione. Think about this logically. You surprised him, so now he must work that into whatever is going on in his life. I'd have been worried if he didn't need to process it." Harry countered.

"I'm going to lose him." Hermione sniffed.

"It's a possibility, I'm not going to lie, but somehow I doubt it." Harry told her. He had a feeling all was going to turn out fine in the end.

"I don't. You encouraged me to tell him right away, but I was too scared to do it. He probably hates me." Hermione replied.

"Like I said, I somehow doubt it." Harry said, patting Hermione on the knee before standing. "Try thinking about this situation logically, and get some rest."

"I'll try." Hermione replied shooting her friend a slight crooked smile.

Harry exited her quarters, thinking on everything she'd said. He knew Dean loved Hermione. He'd seen it during the Battle of Hogwarts. The way he'd looked at her then, told Harry everything he needed to know. Now, he wondered what the other side of her story was. He found himself wondering what Dean would tell him. Deciding he needed to hear the other side of the story himself, Harry painted a picture of Singer Salvage from Hermione's descriptions, and stories. With a jerk of his wand, he left the residence corridor of Hogwarts, and landed in South Dakota.