SINNderella has reviewed again, and I give her many thanks! I was a little worried about the last chapter because I don't have any siblings and I am not a guy, so I have no idea how brothers would act around each other (other than on the show, obviously). But I thought it turned out cute and I'm glad someone else thought the same thing.

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While the three of them ate dinner Sasha told them about what she thought their plan should be, first for finding Mallory, and second for dealing with her. Sam and Dean added comments and suggestions, and Sasha would agree or explain why she thought they should do something. Eventually they finished eating, but they kept talking for almost 3 hours when they finally came up with a plan. Then after saying their goodnights, the three of them all went to their separate rooms.

The next morning Dean didn't wake up until almost 11. When he was showered and dressed he came downstairs only to find both Sam and Sasha already up, dressed, and finished with breakfast. They were in the large kitchen and connected dining room, doing… something.

Sam was stirring a pot on the stove, while Sasha ground something in a mortar and pestle. The dining table was strewn with small bags, bottles, scraps of paper with different calculations, several large books, and bunches of plants, twigs, and dried herbs. Dean just stared at them for a moment.

"What are you doing!"

Sam turned around and Sasha looked up from where she was checking something in one of the books. Sam kept stirring but he grinned, "Hey Dean, sleep well?"

"Shut up Sam." Dean growled as he leaned over to look in the pot.

Sasha sighed and just shook her head. "Good morning Dean. Hungry? I saved some breakfast for you, but you could wait for lunch if you want."

Dean nodded, "I'll wait for lunch. What are you doing?" He flipped through on of the books looking at the drawings, calculations, and cooking instructions. "This isn't lunch is it?"

Sasha rolled her eyes. "No, you goon." Dean looked incredulously at Sam who laughed at the name, but Sasha continued. "These are going to help us find Mallory, and few of them will help to take her powers and weaken her. I'm also working on something that should help to protect you two."

Dean lifted and eyebrow to look at her as he casually examined a few of the things accumulated on the table. "Protect us from what? I thought you were going to be able to take her powers…"

Sasha looked at Dean as if he had said the stupidest thing in the world, with a small smile on her face. "I should be able to disable them, but that doesn't mean that you are safe. Anything she cast before I take her powers will still be active. If she lays a trap it will still be active when I take her powers."

Dean scowled at the tone of voice she had used, as if she was talking to a child, but didn't say anything about it. "How does all this stuff work?" He asked cautiously, he had a hidden agenda and he didn't want to show his hand before he was ready.

Sasha picked up a stone bowl, added something, and began to grind it as she answered. "Well, I was going to put this" she lifted motioned towards a few bowls that held different things, "in some pouches that you wear."

Dean moved behind Sam and looked down at the bubbling liquid. "What about this stuff?"

"That is a liquid that will disable any magic that it is put on. For example, if Mallory took control of something and was using it to hurt us or to trap us, we could give whatever it was a little squirt and her magic would be repelled and the object would go back to it's natural state."

Dean looked at the foul liquid closely. "What happens if it gets on something that is not witchy, like Sam's hand?" Dean purposely bumped Sam, lightly though. Sam glared at Dean as he was nudged away from the pot. "Hey!"

Sasha was watching them with a curious look, before shaking her head in confusion at how they acted. "Nothing. Well, if it was hot like now it would burn just like anything else, but otherwise it is harmless." Sasha glared at Dean for bumping Sam, her voice slightly accusatory when she said 'like now'.

Dean twitched and moved away from Sam and the pot, wondering why she was defending Sam. 'It was only a little shove… She doesn't need to act like I'm the bad guy.' He leaned against the counter grumblingly, while Sasha poured some powder into a little cloth pouch.

After a few minutes of watching Sam and Sasha work in silence (Sam had a recipe so that he didn't need to ask Sasha what to do), Dean started to shift on his feet and sigh. After a few minutes Sasha got tired of it. "Dean, what's wrong?"

He hesitated just long enough for Sasha to put down what she was working on and move into the kitchen. "Dean…?"

Dean sighed before he spoke, knowing that what he was about to say was a little silly. "I'm bored." He sounded like a little kid.

Sam started laughing and Sasha leaned over to swat him on the arm. Dean smirked until Sasha grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the table where she had been working. Pulling out a chair she pushed him down. While Dean was recovering( no one had ever pushed him around like that except for Missouri Mosley) Sasha was putting the mortar and pestle in front of him along with some Tupperware(tm) bowls and different dried plants.

With a smile she pulled another chair close and got Dean's attention. Then she showed him how to grind the materials and went over what they were and what they were used for. While she was talking, Sam caught Dean's eye over her head and started making faces. Dean grinned and stifled a chuckle, until Sam started to mimic making-out. Dean was glaring at Sam and mouthing threats when Sasha's face popped up right in front of his. They were almost nose to nose and she didn't look happy. Dean said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Hey, you have green eyes.."