I'm back from vacation...which was great, but just so you know you all are benefiting from flight delays and lost luggage! LOL, I guess there's always a silver lining ;) OK, as always hope you like it and remember to tell me if you do...or heck if you don't!

Sam sat beside his brother and pulled the needle through his skin. Dean didn't flinch, didn't make a sound, only continued to stare over Sam's shoulder at the bedroom door. Logan hadn't made an appearance yet, and Dean was torn. He wanted to reassure himself that she was fine, see her, touch her, hold her, but at the same time he was afraid. He remembered things, things he wouldn't tell Sam, things he wishes he could forget.

Sam finished tying off the fifth stitch and used his pocketknife to cut the silk. He raised his head, "Five stitches and that last bit is really deep…so much for your perfect pecs, huh?" Sam forced a smile while he gathered up the bits and pieces of supplies he had left on the bed and floor.

Dean made a noncommittal sound and glanced down at his chest. He ran a hand lightly over the tattoo, then grabbed a t-shirt and gingerly pulled it over his head. Sam's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey, you have anything else to add? Any idea what this thing is up to, what it was or what it wanted?" Sam busied himself putting away the first aid supplies and watched his brother from the corner of his eye.

Dean shook his head, "I wish I did." He paused before heading to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal. He jerked his head toward the bedroom door, "How's she doing?"

Sam sighed. He wanted to tell Dean to ask for himself, but he knew that wouldn't go over well, probably with either party, so he answered, "Well, she'll be alright. No major damage, but she's scared. She's pretty tough; don't think she'll be upset for long."

Dean poured a heaping pile of Lucky Charms into a bowl, which Sam eyed skeptically, trying to figure out how Dean was going to get milk into the overflowing bowl, but Dean sat at the counter and ate them dry. Sam arched an eyebrow, catching his brother's gaze.

"Whadt?" Dean said around a dry mouthful of horseshoes and rainbows.

"Suddenly lactose intolerant?" Sam asked, pouring himself a glass of orange juice and sipping it slowly.

Dean shook his head and shrugged while pointing at the fridge, "There's only enough left for one bowl of cereal."

"And?" Sam asked, his voice clearly confused.

"Look Einstein, one bowl, three of us. You don't like Lucky Charms and Logan does. Do the math." Dean answered, shoveling in another huge mouthful of cereal.

Sam was stunned. For two months, Logan and Dean had fought over everything, including things like finishing the last of the milk, but here he was saving the last bit for her. Sam shook his head and gave Dean a small smile.

Dean shoveled in more cereal and then smirked at his brother, "Don't make anything of it, Sammy. It's the least I can do after trying to kill her."

Sam turned away so Dean wouldn't see the smile on his face, yea…he liked her, really, really liked her. Sam suddenly remembered the scarf in his pocket and pulled it out while turning back to Dean. "Hey," Sam sipped more juice and dropped the scarf on the counter between them, "This is what Logan used to blindfold you. It's emitting high EMF readings and I have to admit that while I was holding it I had the overwhelming urge to give it to someone else. Logan and you both say that you didn't start getting weird until after she blindfolded you. What do you think?"

Dean glared at the scarf as he chewed Lucky Charms. He shrugged at Sam, grunting his response, "What are you thinking – cursed object?"

Sam shrugged, "Could be, but whatever it was it was going for the tattoo. Cursed objects don't possess, they influence. Which I guess is what it did with you, but then why go for the tattoo?" Sam watched as Dean began picking the rainbow marshmallows out of his bowl and put them back in the box and he shook his head remembering how Logan had said they were her favorites. He smiled and continued, "I mean it already had you hurt Logan, then you suddenly turned the knife on yourself, but you weren't trying to kill yourself, just take out the spell. Something doesn't make sense."

Dean finished his marshmallow picking then tipped the bowl to finish off the last of his cereal. He chewed loudly, and when he finished he sighed, "Look Sam, we need to figure out what's going on, but I have no clue. Guess that means we get to do some research. We probably need to find out where Logan found the damn thing. If it is cursed, it means it has a history, hell," Dean motioned toward the door, "maybe this place has a history. After all, we didn't come here looking for anything, we just got stuck here when the snow started."

Sam nodded and Dean moved to put his bowl in the sink. They both turned when they heard footsteps in the hall. Logan moved to stand on the opposite Dean and gave him a half-glare, "Hey, hand me a bowl and the milk would ya?"

Dean nodded and pulled a bowl from the drainer next to the sink before reaching into the fridge for what was left of the milk. He put both on the counter in front of Logan and then pulled a spoon from the drawer and laid it beside the bowl. He watched as Logan poured a bowl of cereal and topped it with milk before he turned to grab the juice. He filled a glass and set it beside her bowl as she started to eat.

"Thanks." She said hoarsely, her eyes on her bowl.

Sam watched discreetly from the living area as Dean leaned a hip against the counter and leaned in to talk with Logan. While he wasn't really trying to eavesdrop, he could hear them easily.

Dean laid a hand gently on Logan's and when she lifted her eyes to his he gave her a reassuring smile, "I'm really sorry about this morning. I didn't want to hurt you, baby and I kept trying to stop, but something else was controlling me."

Dean's fingers were tracing little circles on the top of Logan's and when he looked up at her face and saw the panicked look in her eyes he stopped and pulled his hand from hers. "I'm sorry, Logan so sorry. Please, just tell me what I can do to fix it and I will."

Dean's voice was strained with barely contained emotion and he almost lost it when he saw Logan's lips quiver and two tears fall slowly down her left cheek, but when she shook her head and looked away, he clenched his teeth in anger and balled his fists at his sides. Dean pushed away from the counter, grabbed his coat and stormed from the cabin cursing loudly as he slammed the door, leaving a swirl of fresh snow in his wake.