"What in the hell is going on here?" Logan yelled, not believing his eyes.

Rory jumped at hearing Logan yell. What was he doing here? He was supposed to be in London. Not that that justified what she just done, but she could try couldn't she?

"Logan," she said moving towards him. "It's not what it looks like."

"Oh really Rory, then what is it?" he asked moving away from her.

"Well, I don't really know right now. But Logan please don't blow this out of proportion," she said hoping he wouldn't make a scene.

"Blow it out of proportion?! Rory are you kidding me? I've been gone no longer that an hour and a half, and you're already with someone else. I thought we were doing good, I thought you loved me," he said not looking her in the eyes.

"Logan I do love you," she said with tears forming in her eyes.

Hearing this made Logan's anger rise, to the point that he was yelling. "Really Rory, because it sure as hell doesn't look like it."

"Logan, please don't yell at me," Rory said backing away from him unable to hold back her tears any longer.

Logan followed her trapping her against the wall. "Why Rory? You deserve it. Don't you think?"

Rory didn't trust her voice to answer him. She just continued to cry and sink to the floor. She knew it was coming, even though Logan had never been like this. She knew he was going to hit her, she'd seen the movies.

She started whimpering along with her crying and pleading. "Please, Logan. Please don't-"

CRACK!

Logan hit the floor with a thud. Blood from his definite broken nose was on Dean's hand as Rory looked up. He then got down on the floor and pinned Logan after making sure Rory was at a safe distance away from them. After he made sure Logan couldn't move, he asked if Rory was okay, and when she nodded in response, he proceeded with kicking Logan's ass.

Rory was just watching in disbelief. She couldn't believe the scene that was unraveling before her. There was Dean, her boyfriend on and off for about five years now, obviously 'off' currently, on top of her current boyfriend that she was supposedly in love with, beating the living crap out of him. Logan's boxing training wasn't coming to him anytime soon from what it looked like.

As Rory stood up and began to walk over to the fridge to get some ice out of the freezer for her wrist she heard Dean's screams in between landing punched on every inch of Logan. Dean didn't strike Rory as the type to talk a bunch of trash, minus anything that ever happened with Jess, but he sure was letting it out on Logan.

"You son of a bitch! Do you really think that you could lay your hands on her like that and not have any consequences?! Maybe now you'll think again before you do something like this. Hopefully you'll remember it every time you look at your seriously messed up nose in the mirror. I don't know how you can reach Rory's face to kiss her with a beak like that to get in the way! Maybe I can shorten it up for you!"

Rory tried to hold back a laugh as she said to Dean, "Okay Dean, I think you can back off. He can't hurt me if he's unconscious. But he can be thrown out into the hall so his buddies can find him, then maybe they'll take him out to drink the pain away." By the time she finished, she no longer had a smile on her face, but a look of complete and utter disgust with the blonde haired boy lying on the floor in front of her. "Just throw him out in the hall like I said. I don't want anything to do with him right now."

"No problemo!" Dean said with joy. "He belongs out there anyway. He doesn't deserve to be in here. Especially if he thinks he's coming anywhere near you again. I'm gonna make sure that that doesn't happen, ok?" After that, he threw Logan out of the apartment and made sure to lock the door.

"He's never done that before," said Rory as she collapsed on the couch in tears. "He hasn't even come close to pulling something like that before. He seemed to have just snapped. I can't believe it."

Dean pulled her close to him, making sure that she knew she was safe. He'd never seen her fall apart like this, and he was going to make sure that he'd never have to again. He promised her over and over again that he was going to be there, and that he was going to protect her until she fell asleep in his arms.

Once he made sure that she was asleep, he covered her up with a blanket, and went out to get some coffee for when she woke up. He knew she'd need it after something like that.