Author's Note: Sorry it's taken me so long to get this out. I've had school and pretty much the only writing I've been doing was English Composition I essays. (Which were half decent, too. I have one of them up on my live journal.). Anyways, I sort of knew the director I was going in with the story, but I was having issues with figuring out how to take it there. Names, places, ect… were fuzzy, but I think I've done the best that I could do.

Before I get on with my best attempt at the latest chapter, I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed my story. You guys seriously encouraged me.

I know this is short, but, there should be more coming…

Anyway, on with the story. : )

If there was anything Dean Winchester prided it on, it was his ability to keep his emotions in check. It was like a sensor went off in his head when things were beginning to get too 'feely'. And like the automatic sensor in his head, his mouth had automatic responses for when the situation got out of hand. A sarcastic comment or a patented Dean Winchester look at the over emoting person would automatically shut up. If anything, it was a simple action that quickly got them to go away. Most people knew how to take a hint.

Rory Gilmore, though did not.

Had she still be under the influence of whatever kind of love potion, he might have given her the benefit of a doubt, but she wasn't and her emotional rambling and constant apologies were driving him nuts. She seemed to think that out of all the people in the house, he was the one she need to apologize to the most. And it wasn't just one apology she offered. It was a bombardment of apologies for nearly everything she'd ever done since they'd met.

"I can't believe I fell for it, I was so stupid." She prattled on and Dean did his best to ignore her. This was no time to check her out. Not only was he completely not ready to explain why in case she caught him, the memory of her and his brother pressed against each other were still fresh in his mind. He wasn't sure he'd be able to immediately forget the torture he'd gone through as he'd drove across the dusty roads of middle America at break neck speed in attempts to get to his contact faster.

The six hour drive had been spent listening to her prattle on and on about how much she wanted his brother. How much it was hurting her not to be in the backseat with him, how much she yearned to touch him. If he hadn't been trying to concentrate on keeping the car on the road, he might have tried to knock either her or his brother out. Either one would have made him feel better.

It'd taken everything in him to keep himself in his right mind. But it was noteworthy that he wasn't afraid to hit a girl, even if he'd been raised believing that it was wrong. The fact that he actually cared about Rory made a small amount of the ever forbidden guilt show up.

"Rory, it wasn't your fault." Dean cut her off.

"I should have known, Dean." Rory shook her head. "That coffee wasn't just good." She informed him, pushing herself off the wall and plopping herself down on the porch step beside him, "it was perfect. Better then Luke's. I mean, it even smelled better then Luke's. I should have known." Sighing, Dean finally looked at her. She looked so genuine in her statement. Dean almost wanted to laugh.

"I know you have some strange connection to coffee, Rory, but you're not that good." He laughed. Rory looked at him, her blue eyes wide with shock at him for even insinuating she wasn't as in tune with the nectar of gods as she thought. "Look, it could have happened to anyone. She offered you your favorite beverage, it wouldn't have you if you would have turned it down."

Rory began respond, but Dean quickly reached out, covering her mouth with his hand, effectively shutting her up. "Let's forget the entire thing happened okay?" He asked, "Senna fixed it and just promise me you wont take any coffee from random strangers or demons and everything's forgiven."

Rory pulled Dean's hand away from her mouth, "But-" Dean shook his head.

"Promise me it'll never be mentioned again Rory." Dean gave her a hard look.

"But-" She tried.

"I'll never mention this again if you don't. That's the only kind of apology I will accept." Dean told her. Rory rolled her eyes.

"Fine." She sighed. A silence hung over them for a moment before Rory spoke again. "What now?"

"Senna wants us to stay for a few more days. She says Tristan's aura intrigues her and she wishes to spend more time in his presence." Dean laughed, "I think Sam just wants to sleep for the next week and personally, it'd be nice to take a breather." Dean couldn't believe he was saying this.

"We took a breather not too long ago. I just want all this to be over." She sighed.

"It will. These things can't go on that long."

"I wouldn't bet on it."

Rory and Dean spun around quickly. Tristan DuGray laughed. "What do you mean by that?" Sam asked from behind him.

"What I mean by that is this. Two days ago Logan Huntzberger didn't show up to work. When the cops finally descended on his power hungry, state of the art office building, it became apparent that it's possible he hasn't been there in days and there was a suspicious stain on the floor. The first assumption was that someone had attacked Huntzberger, but after much analysis, the blood turns out to be female-" Tristan went on.

"Jo?" Sam asked.

"Unlikely. She's one of his lackeys, no matter how much she pisses him off, he needs all the foot soldiers he can get."

"And exactly how many foot soldiers does he have?" Rory asked.

"Mostly human possessed demons. And others like Sam." Tristan shrugged.

"What does this all mean?" Dean asked.

"Most likely that Logan's on the move. Either he's looking for a place to hide or he's coming to find Rory."

AN2: This is just to hold you over until I can get something more concrete out. I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to get another chapter out. Not only am I completely engrossed in trying to pass my classes (which coincidently is writing essays…you can read one on my LJ…it's about the show Heroes), but last week cable one disconnected my grandma's internet (which is how I was getting wireless) because I was stupid enough to download True Blood off of Bittorrent. I'm not sure if my net was flagged from the moment I started the dL or if it was flagged because I kept seeding it, but my grandmother decided that she was getting rid of the wireless once they put her back online. That means until I can convince my parents to get me net zero (or whatever else), my only access to the web is when I go to her (grandma) house, when I'm at school, or when I go to my other grandmothers (in which I steal wireless from her neighbors). Luckily, my grandmother is very accommodating. When I'm off or when I have free time she lets me on. So, soon enough, there might be an update.

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