Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or the characters of Dean and Sam (pouts). I do own the character of Aidan though.

Dean had come back to the room by time I got out of the shower. By the way he was looking at me I could tell that Sam had told him about our talk.

"Stop looking at me like that." I said while putting my dirty clothes away.

"You just make me so proud." He mocked. I scrunched up my nose is disgust and amusement.

"Whatever. I'm going to the library to do some research on that hotel." I threw on my jacket and slipped into my shoes.

"I'm going with you." Sam said getting up. I lead the way to the door then turned to Dean.

"Keys." I held up my hand.

"Can't you walk?" Dean asked. I threw a wink at Sam.

"Dean please." I put on a slight pout. I knew he would give in. Dean reluctantly reached into his pocket and tossed me the keys. I caught them effortlessly.

"And I prove my point." Sam whispered to me.

"Let's go."

When Sam and I got to the library we asked for all the information they had on the hotel. The librarian piled a bunch of old dusty books and articles in front of us. I was surprised on how much information they had on the place and it's owner.

"Where to start?" I wondered digging through the pile. While looking through some articles Sam's phone went off. The librarian glared at him and pointed to the sign that said, "All cell phone calls outside." Sam got up and took his call outside.

"Hmm the Swanson Hotel. Interesting story." I heard a voice say behind me. I turned to see a guy around 20 behind me. His bright blue eyes caught my attention.

"You know the story?" I asked. When he nodded I invited him to sit down next to me.

"So why you researching it?" He asked picking up an article.

"College paper." I lied. He believed me.

"Well the story goes that the owner, Blake Swanson invested every last penny into the hotel. It was like his dream to own his own I guess. Well the hotel took off."

"That was good for him then." I tossed the article I was looking at aside and put my full attention on the mystery guy in front of me. He was good looking that was for sure. His blue eyes sparkled with interest as he told me the story. He was taller then me, probably around Dean's height. His hair was brown and shaggy. His style of clothing was simple. A pair of ripped jeans and a simple T-shirt. He worked out but not so much that he had bulging muscles. This was defiantly my kind of guy.

"The towns people didn't think so."

"Why's that?" I asked.

"A lot of shady stuff went down in that hotel. Alcohol, Gambling, hookers stuff like that."

"Sound like a good time." I joked. The guy laughed.

"Yeah well all this was happening in the 20's." He pointed to a date in a book he had opened.

"So around prohibition. A small town like this, people must have been pissed."

"Yeah so pissed someone tried to burn the hotel down."

"No way!" I said shocked.

"Uh huh. Mr. Swanson was out at the time but luckily the fire department got there when it did or the whole building would have been burned to the ground. Twenty some odd people died in that fire though. The story goes that Blake dedicated the rest of his life trying to figure out who tried to burn his pride and joy." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Wow."

"Here's Mr. Swanson himself." He pointed to a picture. I felt my throat close up. It was the guy from the night before.

"Hey you OK?" I heard Sam ask behind me. He clapped a hand over my shoulder.

"Uh yeah. Sam is this uh…" I paused realizing I didn't know his name.

"Logan." Logan extended his hand to Sam. Sam gave him his, "I'm a badass, don't mess with me" handshake.

"Logan was just telling me about the Swanson Hotel."

"Oh really?" Sam slid into the other chair.

"Oh here is Blake with his prized knife." I looked at the picture that Logan was pointing at. It was the same knife that had been on my cheek. "Did you know the he never drove. Used to hitchhike to work."

"Or stand in the middle of the road and just get into cars." I mumbled. Sam snapped his head up and made a face that told me to be quiet.

"What?" Logan asked confused.

"So you know a lot about this." I said motioning the pile in front of me.

"History buff." He replied with a shrug. Sam rolled his eyes at Logan's attempt to impress me.

"I bet." I said with a smirk. I felt arms lightly wrap around my neck. I knew it was Dean. He did that every time I was around a guy.

"Who's this?" Dean nodded toward Logan.

"Aidan's new boyfriend." Sam answered for me. I saw Logan shift in his chair.

"Oh really?" Dean leaned down so his face was next to mine, his arm still draped around my neck. I glared at him but he just smirked.

"Don't you have somewhere to be?" I asked through clenched teeth. Dean gently pulled me off my chair and sat down in it

"Yeah. Here." He turned his gaze to Logan. "Little Sis."

"I better get going." Logan almost tripped getting off his chair. I walked him walk away. He looked good from behind.

"You're a jerk." I told Dean while sitting down in the chair that Logan had been previously sitting in.

"You should be used to it." Dean said looking through the pile.

"Did you invite him here?" I asked Sam.

"Yup." He answered proud.

"I hate you." I grumbled writing down everything Logan had told me before I forgot.

"I know you do." He laughed.

"I've been thinking." I stated later that night while we were at a local bar.

"That's a rarity." Dean joked. I ignored him and continued.

"The person that tried to burn down the hotel is probably dead by now. So why won't his spirit rest?" I thought finishing my beer. I was allowed one, maybe two beers whenever we went out.

"He does have unfinished business." Sam turned his scotch over in his glass.

"Yeah maybe once he finds out who burnt down the hotel he will go after his family." Dean suggested finishing off his drink.

"Maybe." I replied with a shrug. "We shouldn't take any chances though. We should find out where he is buried then salt and burn his bones."

"Can it wait until morning?" Dean asked looking beyond me. I turned to see what he was looking at. It was a busty blonde with a couple of friends. I saw Sam roll his eyes.

"I guess." I grabbed Sam's glass and finished his scotch.

"Hey!" He protested.

"What? You were just playing with it." I defended myself.

"Alright. I'm going to go." Dean wiggled his eyebrows then got up and walked to the girls. They giggled when he approached. The blonde hung off Dean as he talked with her. I smirked when an idea popped into my head.

"What are you thinking?" Sam asked with a fresh drink in front of him. I didn't even notice him get up.

"That revenge is sweet." I got up from the table and made my way over to my oldest brother.

"Hey big bro!" I wrapped my arm around Dean's neck like he had done to me earlier. "Who's your new friend?" I asked looking from the blonde to Dean with a big smile plastered across my face. I saw Dean's jaw clench. I grinned in satisfaction.

"I'm just going to go over there." The blonde pointed to a section of the bar. She faked a smile before walking away. I laughed when it was just Dean and I.

"Your not funny." Dean said walking away from me.

"What are you talking about? I'm hilarious." I called out after him still smiling.

A/N: You have been asking for the over protective big brother stuff so I gave you a little taste of it. It will only get better I promise. Next Chapter: We find out more about Blake Swanson and hopefully we will have another Aidan/Logan moment, which of course will probably be interrupted. I don't know yet though. In further chapters you will find out Aidan's feelings about Cassie. I want to include Papa Winchester. I just don't know how I want to do it yet though. REVIEW!