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

I woke up the next morning to Sam calling out Jessica's name. I should have been used to it by now. Every night Sam would have some type of nightmare that would end up waking me up at all hours of the nights. I carefully rolled out of bed so I didn't disturb Dean. Ever since Sam joined us on the road I was forced to share a bed with him. I argued that fact the Sam and Dean could share the bed. It came down to sharing a bed with one of my brothers or taking the floor.

"Sammy. Hey Sam. Wake up." I gently shook him hoping not to scare him to bad. He snapped up in a panic almost throwing me to the floor. "Hey it's just me." He looked at me before wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"Another nightmare?" He asked.

"I think so." I nodded. "Get dressed. We'll go for a walk." I gave him a light slap on the shoulder before going to write a note for Dean.

"So I figure you wanted to talk." Sam said with his hands shoved in his pocket. We were walking down the road where our motel was located.

"How are you dealing?" I asked Sam looking at him from the corner of my eye.

"Fine." He answered a little too quickly.

"Sam, I haven't slept a full night in weeks." I said hoping Sam would get my point. I wrapped my jacket tighter around me to block the cool air.

"Is that my fault?" Sam practically yelled. He sped up his pace.

"I'm not saying it's your fault but it is your screams that wake me." I was trying to pick my words carefully.

"She did only die a few weeks ago." Sam picked up his pace even more. I sped up to catch up with him. I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.

"Sammy, you have to talk about this. It's going to kill you." I pleaded with him. It wasn't the first time he had heard this. I knew that Dean had tried to talk to him about it many times before.

"Because you and I have talked so well before." He spat at me. His stare was cold and distant. I gathered all my strength to not get mad at him. I clenched and unclenched my fists.

"I'm trying here Sam!" I yelled. Sam huffed and rolled his head back. His stare eventually came back to me. I waited patiently for him to say anything. I connected my green eyes with his brown. "Say something." I said just above a whisper.

"See you back at the room" Sam brushed past me and walked back to the motel. I resisted the urge to throw a nearby stone at the back of his head. I pulled my hair back into a messy bun then took it out again. Sam was frustrating me. His moody attitude made me want to dress all in black and listen to that emo music. Sam called me closed off. He was the one not talking about what was going on with him. I saw the library flip the closed sign to open. I went in and logged on to a computer. I typed in Blake Swanson, Toole, Montana into the search engine.

"So no big bad brothers today?" I turned to see that Logan had sat down next to me. I laughed.

"Doesn't look like it." I gestured to the nearly empty library.

"They scared the crap out of me." Logan said typing away. He was honest. I liked that.

"They tend to do that. Especially Dean." I opened a web page that would hopefully tell me where Blake Swanson was buried. I cursed under my breath when it didn't tell me what I wanted. I continued to mutter to myself as I continued to search.

"You talk to yourself often?" Logan cocked an eyebrow at me. An amused grin tugged at his lips.

"Got a problem with it?" I asked.

"No it's just that I'm trying to work over here. It's hard to concentrate with you carrying on a conversation with yourself." Logan went back to typing. I noticed that he never looked down at his keyboard.

"You can move. I was here first anyways." When Logan said nothing I went back to my search.

"Crazy Girl." He said loud enough for me to hear. I faked a glare at him, which caused him to give me a careless shrug.

"Son of a bitch!" My outburst made Logan jump. "That bastard was cremated!" I logged off my computer and jumped up.

"What are you talking about?" Logan looked at me confused. I didn't answer him I just left ignoring the glares I was getting from the librarians.

I burst into the room to see Dean on one bed cleaning the weapons and Sam on his laptop on the other.

"Who gets cremated after your life burns down?" I asked kicking off my shoes.

"Do I know what you're talking about?" Dean asked not looking at me but instead putting a .45 back together.

"Blake Swanson was cremated." I joined Dean on the bed. I grabbed my hunting knife and began to clean it not really paying attention. "Family tradition or some crap like that."

"Yeah! Family tradition, who does stuff like that!" Dean mocked me. I narrowed my eyes at him still not paying attention to the knife I was cleaning. "Will you pay attention to what your doing." He snapped his fingers and pointed to the knife in my hand. I noticed how close I was to cutting myself. I threw it aside and began to clean another.

"He hasn't hurt anyone yet." Sam said closing his computer. Dean peered at him over a shotgun.

"He did go after our little sister. Reason enough for me to get rid of this bastard." Dean handed me the cleaned gun to put away.

"But he didn't hurt her." Sam defended.

"He would have if she didn't obey him." Dean got up from the bed and hovered over Sam. Sam stood up towering over Dean.

"You don't know that!" My mouth gaped open a bit. Was Sam really defending this Swanson guy?

"He had a knife to her." Dean motioned to me. Leave it to Dean stand up for me.

"Guys! Stop!" I yelled interrupting the two. "This guy is going to some harm to someone, someday. We have to stop him before he does."
"I agree." Dean said joining me back on the bed. Sam rubbed the back of his neck.

"I guess." He mumbled before sitting back down.

"So what is Mr. Swanson holding on to that is keeping him here?" Dean questioned kicking the duffle of clean weapon under the bed. I took this opportunity to stretch out. We all paused for a second thinking. I moved my legs up so Dean could sit back down; when he did I draped them over him. Dean tapped his fingers on my shins while he thought. It was a habit of his that drove me crazy. It was most annoying when he tapped at a table or counter.

"His knife." I said with a snap of my fingers. "I remember Logan telling me that Swanson's knife was his most prized possession."

"That knife could be anywhere by now." Sam said.

"Well do that thing you do on your computer and check just in case." Dean waved his hand at Sam's laptop. Sam gave a heavy sigh and started to get to work.

I was getting antsy just sitting in the room. I was also I a little hungry come to think of it.

"I'm going down to that corner store and to get some food." I announced jumping up from the bed.

"I'll go with you." Dean said getting up from the table. I could tell he was getting bored.

"Sure just leave me here all alone." Sam said over dramatically. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"Figured you could use some alone time to mope." I shot back. Dean pushed me out the door before Sam could respond.

I was already out of the car before Dean put it in park.

"I hate when you do that." He complained. I didn't pay any attention to him. I instead ran right inside the store. I recognized the mop of hair standing at the magazine section. I quietly snuck up behind him and peered over his shoulder to see what he was reading. I held back a laugh when I noticed it was a Playboy. Typical guy.

"Read it for the articles?" That was the excuse Dean gave me when I found the stash under his bed when I was seven. Logan dropped the magazine from his hands startled.

"Oh Jesus." He cursed running a hand down his face. "Ok you caught me red handed. I'm officially embarrassed now. Thank you." He reached down and picked up the magazine to put it away. He really didn't seem to care that I caught him.

"I do what I can." I gave a careless shrug of my shoulders and looked to see what other magazines they had.

"So what, are you stalking me now?" Logan leaned against the display case. He was dangerously close. I could smell his cologne and it was driving me wild.

"Ha! In your dreams." I was trying to keep my cool. I was finding it difficult with him.

"Yup. My dreams are looking pretty good." Logan looked up with a dazed expression.

"Stop it." I said giving him a light push in the chest. He stumbled backwards from lack of balance.

"Hey you're the one showing up where ever I am." Logan put his hands up in a mock surrender.

"Aidan get your flirting ass over here!" Dean called out to me from the cash register.

"Got to go." I grabbed a few magazines from the shelf and walked over to Dean.

"I wouldn't get to attached to him. Were probably leaving in a few days anyways." Dean waited while the cashier waited for his card to go through. I looked over to Logan who was now talking with another guy. He looked at me from the corner of his eyes. I frowned at him before grabbing one of the bags.

"Where have you guys been!" Sam demanded the second we entered the room.

"Dude what's your deal?" Dean asked setting the bags on the table.

"I got a hit on that knife." Dean and I looked at each other before moving over to Sam. "Apparently it was handed down through the family."

"So who has it now?" Dean asked impatiently.

"Logan Swanson." I stiffened at the name. I pushed the thought out of my head. There was more then one Logan in the world. "I search the name and came up with a match." Sam turned his computer so we could see. In front of me was a picture of Logan. My Logan.

"Dude! That's your boyfriend!" Dean exclaimed shoving my shoulder.

"He's not my boyfriend. I don't do boyfriends." I explained sitting next to Sam on the bed.

"You better not be doing anyone." Dean replied digging through the bags of food. He rummaged until he found what he wanted. I ignored his comment

"How are we going to get this knife?" I inquired. Dean and Sam looked to each other then to me. From the look on their faces I knew they had a plan and that plan included me.

A/N: This was kind of a filler chapter. Next chapter will include the plan to get the knife and whatever else I decide to include! REVIEW!