An: So I planned to get this out earlier, but, I got distracted and posted a new story instead - about a month or so ago . It's a Supernatural / Office crossover called The Five Things and was met with mixed reception, as one would expect. One person majorly flamed me, so I'm planning to write chapter 2 as soon as possible. Just for them. If you'd please check it out, I'd love you forever. I need some reviews or suggestions of inspiration. Speaking of reviews, though, thanks for all of yours, it's what keeps my ideas going. Seriously. There would be no 'Highway to Hell' without you. One reviewer even left me a review on my birthday - 2 - 24 - 08, so. Anyways, you've all made me think and about the pairing. Initially I was going for Rory. Dean, but now that Tristan's in it, I'm not sure. I'll figure it out.

Anyways. On with the tale.

The arm around her bare waist was oddly familiar. It's texture and weight filled her with comfort, mimicking the kind of safety she'd only ever felt with her mother, though she knew that her partner was definitely not Lorelai. She wasn't crammed into her tiny bed in Stars Hollow, but rather a tiny body filling a small space in a much larger canvas. The room made her memories stir, it's decorations classical in style and taste, an obvious thing despite the dark around her. The duvet that covered her and her lover was soft and expensive. She knew this kind of comfort, loved this kind of luxury.

She was careful with her movements as she turned towards the warm body next to her. It was one of her fonder memories of him. The peaceful expression of his face was so sweet, so innocent compared to his wakened personality. He was such a lively person, always moving, always going. When he slept, though, the ever going man turned into an childlike specimen of humanity. There was such a far stretch between the two, but, seeing a sleeping Logan had always made her smile.

Being here, though, in their apartment in New Haven, this bed, with this man, all of this left her baffled. She was completely aware of the world outside these arms. Part of her recognized the dream she was in, while the other relaxed against the firm body, despite the feelings he'd once offered, despite their grand finale. Part of her, the part of her that still held deep feelings for him, longed for the normalcy being wrapped in his arms presented.

She stirred slightly, her world flooding with truths she wanted to deny. She knew this wasn't real. She knew she would soon wake up on the hard bed of a cheap motel somewhere in some Podunk town god knows where. She'd wake up to demons and angry spirits, her only protection being two guys that had no idea what they were protecting her from.

Yearning for reassurance, she reached out to Logan, her hand grasping his bicep, shaking him firmly. He grumbled but didn't wake. "Logan wake up." Her voice sounded so distorted, so far away.

His eyes fluttered and the room instantly began to chill. What she saw when his eyes opened, though, wasn't the comforting Logan she yearned for. His eyes were as black as night, an evil smirk stretching across his handsome features. "Got you Rory." His voice was deep and menacing. He laughed darkly, grabbing her face and pressing his lips forcefully against hers. When she managed to pull away, she caught the glimpse of a face standing a mere few feet from the bed. She gasped in shock and opened her mouth to call for help.

Dean Winchester jumped a mile as Rory sat up in her bed, a struggling scream escaping her lips. He watched a moment, observing her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Her face was ashen, her body covered in a thin layer of sweat. "Rory?" He asked. She jumped at his voice and turned to look at him, startled. "Rory, what's wrong?" He asked. She shook her head, raising her head to cover her quickly beating heart. Dean stood from the chair he'd been sitting in and crossed the room swiftly, sitting next to her, his hand coming instantly to her back, rubbing it the way a mother might do to a frightened youth. Tears were now steadily coming down her cheeks as her body began to heave, sobs racking her small frame. Dean's arm extended as he pulled her into him, unsure of how exactly he was supposed to deal with her. He'd never been one for things like this. Sure he'd grown up protecting his brother from the nightmares that plagued him, but this was different.

"Oh my god, Dean!" She cried out as she laid her head on his shoulder. She cried violently into him for a few minutes before her sobs slowed to where speaking was a capability. "Where's Sam?" She asked.

"He went out for some grub." Dean spoke quietly, "he left maybe thirty minutes ago, why?" He asked. He was wondering if maybe this horrifying dream had anything to do with Sam. It wouldn't be the first time someone had woken from a dream to tell him something bad was about to happen.

"I think I know who the avatars are." She whispered. Dean didn't say anything, just nodded, his hand still rubbing her back.

- - -

"Master Logan??" An aging man wearing a long black suit jacket spoke quietly as he entered the darkened library. One light illuminated a small space of the large room, and a hunched over Logan Huntzberger was the only thing obvious to the old man's failing vision.

"Yes, Gregory?" Logan asked, his voice menacing.

"Your dinner is ready." Gregory informed. Logan looked up at him, his eyes meeting the old man's. Gregory inwardly cringed. Having been in service to the Huntzbergers for well over twenty five years, he'd seen the heir to the Huntzberger throne grow up. He'd been a happy little boy, and a mischievous youth. In some ways, Gregory had looked at the boy as an extension of him. He'd played catch with him when Mitchum had been too busy (which he always was ) and read him bed time stories before bed time. This, though, was not the Logan he'd watched grow up. He was darker, more sinister.

In the past year, Gregory had witnessed a great change in the man before him. First with the unceremonious break up with his long time girlfriend, then later with the death of his father. Logan had become obsessive with his the destiny that lay out before him. Gregory, though, had a feeling that the obsession had very little to do with the paper dynasty he now had charge of. Gregory nodded after a moment and turned to leave the room, pausing when he heard Logan begin to mutter. "I know where you are now, Rory Gilmore. You wont be safe for much longer."

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"So who's this Logan guy again?" Sam asked as he ingested another French fry.

"My ex boyfriend." Rory replied, shrugging. "We were together for two and half years. He proposed to me not long before graduation, but I said no." There wasn't' any hint of regret in her voice, she noticed. The evening her and Lorelai had moved the rest of her belongings from the apartment, Rory had clearly remembered expressing extreme regret for what she'd done. In her head she'd known that proposal was a huge step for Logan. After all, their entire relationship had been a huge step for Logan. Her heart, though, had known that she had so much to do before she settled down. She'd worked so hard to get where she was, and a marriage, an engagement, even, would have only distracted her.

Time had passed slowly at first, but she'd grown into her own skin quickly. She enjoyed her job on the Obama campaign trail. It was not only intriguing, but inspirational. She was the voice to many about a man who wanted serious change, and she was this instrument to get the message out there. Or at least, she had been. Until the fire, until the demon had come for her and she'd gotten lucky with Sam and Dean near by.

"Are you sure this wasn't just one of those dreams." Dean asked.

"Yeah, Rory." Sam agreed, "I mean, it seems like he was pretty important to you. A lot has changed for you, it'd be completely normal for your mind to seek out times when things were a bit less…" Sam paused, trying to think of the correct word,

"Odd?" Rory supplied. Sam shrugged, grinning. "And it wasn't. The Logan I saw in my dreams was not the Logan I dated for two years." She shook her head. "His eyes were dark, and dream Logan had every intention to harm me." Rory was very serious about what she was saying, but both boys looked skeptical.

"And who was the other guy in the room? The one you cried out to?" Sam asked after a moment.

"It was Tristan DuGray. The guy from the news." Rory whispered.

"Rory. I want to believe you, I do." Sam said, "but this is so far fetched. Two guys from your past show up in your dream and you want to believe that they're avatars?" He asked.

"I know it sounds insane, but listen." She stood up, beginning to pace. "The demon comes after me and not long after we find out about these avatars who battle can determine the fate of the war between good and evil." It was the first time she'd connected herself with the avatars, but part of her felt that her fate resided in the hands of one or the other. "I have a history with both of them. I went to high school with Tristan and dated Logan. Both of their fathers were murdered…"

"And your friend, Tristan is the one suspected in both murders."

"They don't know that for a fact!" Rory as aggravated. She somehow knew in her soul that her dream meant something. That the world, somehow frustrated at their slow pace and given her the answers in her dream.

"They have video footage of him leaving both crime scenes, Rory! How can you be so sure that this isn't your mind somehow reaching for answers and using familiar faces?"

"Because. I just know. I mean, seriously." Rory got up off the bed and began to pace. "We've been looking through these ancient books for weeks looking for answers. All of them mention the avatars but give us no clue as to who they are. All we know is that they're out there, and one of them is possibly controlling the demon." She continued, "but look. What do the DuGrays and Huntzbergers have in common, other than their wealth. Logan is at least two years older then I am, and though I can bet they've interacted, they are neither friends nor enemies. What reason would Tristan have to kill either of them?"

"Unless he was killing the prophet." Dean finished.

"So you're saying that Tristan killed the elder Huntzberger, and your ex boyfriend murdered the elder DuGray." Sam sighed. Rory nodded, biting her lip

"It's a stretch." Sam mumbled.

"But it's a possibility." Dean acknowledged.

"Even if you're right, Rory, this still leaves us at square one. We have no idea where to find either." Rory sighed, knowing Sam was right. The fates might have given them their first clue, but there was still quite a long journey to go.

- - -

Tristan DuGray awoke with a gasp, sitting up in his bed, his bare chest going up and down rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. It'd been years since the nightmares had ravaged his sleep. The haunting blue eyes that not only preoccupied him during his teenage years during the day and swam in his dreams at night had returned and he knew what he had to do.

AN: Sorry about the cliff hanger...and the lack of content. This is officially a filler chapter. It was mostly to give you a clue as to who the warring parties are. None the less, I'm not exactly stuck. I know where I am going, but am unsure how to get there. I'm trying my hardest to get there, and I'm hoping that it will be good. I'm having a bit of issues writing Tristan's scenes. I'm going to play it off like he his nightmare might have triggered some internal thing that is going to pull him towards Rory or something of the same.

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