Then he had learned about the magical war she and those of her kind had been in not two years prior and it had blown his mind. It was then Dean realized her people weren’t much different than they were. There would always be good and bad no matter the species. When he had learned her role in the War, his respect for the feisty brunette had ratcheted up considerably. She was a fighter and a survivor and Dean could respect that. He hated she had had to go through all she did but knew it had made her the person she was now. Also, when Cas had shared that he had spent time in Hell, Hermione had been quick to research what spells she could cast to help him deal with that time. She had found several and had asked for his express permission before she would cast a single one.  He had been apprehensive until Cas had vouched for her and now, now he was very glad he had agreed. It wasn’t that he no longer remembered his time there but the edge had been taken off. The memories weren’t as clear or as haunting and Dean would be forever grateful to the little witch for her consideration. She had offered to take his memories away but warned him that he, especially him, would feel something missing and it could cause him problems later. He had turned that down, he didn’t really want to forget everything but have the sharp, crystal clearness of that time dulled. It only took Hermione a few minutes to cast the spells and Dean felt the result immediately. He had worried that he had come back missing part of himself but after the spells were cast, learned that it was only a byproduct of spending time in Hell.