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

I wiped my palms on my jeans as I stood at Logan's doorstep. Dean's plan was for me to go in grab the knife and bolt. I roll my eyes just thinking about how dumb that plan was. I had tried to think of another one on the drive over but came up short. I worked better last minute anyways. I wiped my palms again looking around the property. The house was small but nice enough. I didn't expect it to be big and fancy considering this guy was 21 and living on his own. I didn't know why I was so nervous about this. Give me a werewolf or a wendigo and I was ready to go. Making me talk one on one with anyone let alone a hot guy I was a wreck. I frowned when I thought of the further research that Sam had found before I came over. Years after Blake Swanson died his wife came forward and admitted she tried to burn the hotel down. Later she died in a house fire. Logan's grandparents and parents died the same way. All died on the anniversary of the Swanson Hotel fire. Today was the 80th anniversary of the fire. Logan was going to die tonight if I didn't get that knife and burn it. The door suddenly swung open making me stumble back a bit in surprise.

"Were you ever going to knock?" Logan asked appearing in the doorway. "I have been watching you for the past ten minutes." I let out an uneasy laugh.

"Are you busy right now? Because if you are I can come back later. Well no I can't come back later. Are you busy?" I stammered.

"Uh no not really. Come in." Logan opened the door up wider so I could come in. "Do you want a soda or something?" He asked as we walked further into the kitchen.

"No, I'm fine." I waved the offer off. "The reason I'm here is that I did further research into the Swanson Hotel fire." I paused to see Logan's reaction. He shifted on his feet a bit.

"Oh yeah." He took a seat at the table where there were papers scattered across. It looked like schoolwork to me.

"You own his knife now." I stated. Logan hung his head for a second then leaned back in his chair.
"Alright so I didn't tell you that he was my great-grandfather and that I inherited his knife. So what." He leaned father back so there were only two legs on the floor.

"Your right it doesn't matter." I looked away trying to form a plan in my head on how to get that knife.

"You didn't come over here to yell at me for not telling you did you?" Logan asked getting up from the table.

"Um well." Yeah I was a little put off by the fact he didn't tell me but we had just met at the time and he did give me the details I needed for any college paper.

"You came over here because you wanted to see me." I felt my jaw drop. "Your attracted to me and just wanted to check me out. It's alright it happens all the time." Logan gave me a cocky grin as he leaned against his counter.

"That is not why I came over here." I pointed at him.

"So why are you here. Not that I mind or anything." Logan came back over to the table to sit. I sighed. I needed a plan and I needed one now. Dean's stupid plan kept popping up.

"Can I see the knife?" I asked. Logan looked at me surprised.

"I guess." I followed him out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. I looked around the room while Logan got the knife. It wasn't clean but it wasn't exactly messy either. "Here it is." He said pulling it out of its case. I tried to keep my hands steady when he handed it to me. The second the knife hit my palm the lights began to flicker. I ignored it and turned my attention back to the knife. I turned a few times in my hands and held it up to examine it. The handle had BS engraved into it.

"This is a beauty." I said in awe of it. It truly was.

"You think so." Logan didn't sound so positive about it.

"Can I buy this off you?" I mentally slapped myself in the head. That was so stupid. Logan scratched the back of his neck and gave a nervous laugh.

"This is the only attachment I have to my family." He went to reach for the knife. On instinct I jerked away from him so he only grabbed air.

"Yeah I heard. All house fires. That's tragic." I cringed slightly at the tone I used. It wasn't very sincere. Dean was rubbing off on me more then I knew.

"You heard?" Logan asked almost offended.

"Small town. Big mouths. Some busy body told me after she caught me talking with you the other day." I lied effortlessly. Logan huffed and went to reach for the knife again. Again he only grabbed air. I had the reflexes of a cat. I could tell he was getting agitated with me. He was about to kick me out at any second. Against my better judgment I decided that I was going to tell him the truth. "Ok here's the deal. If I don't take this knife and destroy it, you are going to die tonight."

"Alright you really are crazy. Give me back my knife and get the hell out of my house." Logan pointed to the doorway. I stuffed the knife in my back pocket. I grabbed Logan by his shoulders and firmly placed him on the bed.

"Listen here. Your great-grandmother tried to burn down that hotel. She admitted it and later she died in a house fire. Same with your grandparents and parents. It's a little freaky they all died the same way don't you think." I stared Logan in the eye.

"All were named an accident." Logan went to jump up but I pushed him back down.

"It wasn't an accident. It was your great-grandfather. He wanted revenge. He wont stop until the whole family is dead. Your next." Logan swallowed hard.

"I don't believe you. Just get out." Logan pushed past me.

"I know you think I'm crazy but it's true." I pleaded with him. Logan stopped and looked at me, he really looked at me. His eyes showed that he was confused and scared. All of a sudden the bolted toward me and pinned me against the wall. I squirmed and fought my way out of his grasp. Upon doing so he reached into my back pocket at grabbed his knife back.

"Get the hell out!" He yelled. Before I could move I heard the smoke detector go off in the kitchen. We darted to the kitchen to see a small fire on the table. The lights began to flicker more violently and any spare paper lying around flew around the room. Before I could think to grab the fire extinguisher I noticed Logan go pale. I followed his gaze to see Blake standing on the other side of the fire. Fire shot across the counter top. My lungs filled with smoke. I tried to cover my face the best I could.

"Give me the knife!" I demanded. I wasn't playing games with him anymore.

"I uh…" Logan stuttered. The knife daggled in his right hand.

"Dammit Logan!" I yelled. I grabbed the knife from his hand quickly before throwing it into the fire. Blake's screams made Logan and myself cringe. Once I was sure his spirit was gone I grabbed the extinguisher and started to put out the fire. I coughed when the rest of the fire was put out. Logan leaned against the wall wheezing.

"You should probably get some air." I helped him out of the house to be greeted by paramedics and firemen.

"The neighbors call 911. Is everyone alright?" A firemen asked when he came up to us.

"Uh I think so. The fire is out. Just some smoke filled lungs and shock I suppose." I answered handing Logan over to a paramedic.

"You should probably get check out too." The firemen said giving a quick, once over. I decided not to argue when another paramedic took my arm. They sat me just outside the vehicle checking my vitals and breathing.

"That's my sister. Let me through." I looked over the paramedic to see Dean and Sam trying to get past some firemen.

"There my brothers. Let them through." I called over to them. They reluctantly let them past.

"Are you alright?" Dean asked taking a hold of my face.

"She will be fine. Just some smoke in the lungs." The paramedic answered before walking away.

"Did everything go alright in there?" Sam asked leaning beside me.

"Besides the preventable fire, everything went fine." I answered sarcastically. "You know if he would have just let me have the knife." Dean laughed pulling me into a tight hug.

"You're never going anywhere alone again." He said not letting go. I pushed him away from me.

"Dude, I'm fine. I had everything under control. Let's just go." I hopped off and turned to see them loading Logan up into the emergency vehicle.

"Is he alright?" I asked the paramedic.

"He will be. They just need to get his breathing under control." He answered before getting into the drivers side door. I walked over to the Impala with my brothers. I claimed the back seat so I could lie down. I had become to like the backseat better then the front. It was roomier so I could stretch out. When we got back to the motel I took a shower to wash the smoke off me. When I came out I found Sam and Dean waiting for me.

"Can I help you boys with something?" I asked drying my hair.

"Were just curious on what when on in there." Sam said moving over so I could sit down. I gave an over dramatic sigh and threw myself down next to Sam.

"I went in, made small talk, ask to see the knife. He showed it to me, I tried to buy it off him and of course he said no. I tried to explain the situation to him."

"You told him the truth!" Dean yelled interrupting my story.

"Well I had no other option at that moment." I defended myself.

"You could have just bolted." Dean said as if it was the most logical thing in the world. I turned to Sam to see if he agreed. He didn't.

"He could of called the police on me. Now shut up so I can finish my story." Dean grudgingly shut his mouth and waited for me to continue. "He told me I was crazy, pinned me against the wall to take back his knife. That's when the fire started in the kitchen. Blake's spirit showed up so I grabbed the knife out of Logan's hand and threw it in the fire."

"Did it get rid of him?" Sam asked.

"Will you two stop interrupting me." Sam gave me an apologetic stare. "Yes it did get rid of him. I put out the fire and got Logan out of the house."

"Sounds like you handled everything well." Dean complimented. "Considering you didn't follow the plan." He muttered under his breath.

"Your plan was dumb. Besides I killed the spirit and got everyone out alive. So drop it." I argued. Dean looked like he was going to argue back so I gave him a "don't start" look. He dropped the argument for now.

I woke up the next morning to pounding on the door. The clock next to me said it was about seven.

"What the hell?" I mumbled rolling out of bed. I noticed that Sam's bed was empty. "What you do Sammy, lock yourself out?" I grumbled to myself shuffling all the way to the door. I threw the door open, shocked to see Logan standing on the other side. I checked to see if the door was unlocked before I closed it behind me.

"How did you know where to find me?" I asked still surprised to him and not Sam.

"Small town, big mouths." He quoted me from the night before. I gave him a half-hearted smile.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came here to yell at you for last night. For destroying the only piece of my family that I had left." I looked at my feet and shifted a bit getting ready for what he was about to throw at me. "But between the hospital and here, I realized that you saved my life." I shrugged my shoulders.

"I kind of did, didn't I?" I tried to joke with him. Logan just moved so he could sit on the railing of the porch.

"I saw some crazy shit last night. I keep telling myself that it wasn't real but it was, wasn't it?" He looked at me so desperate for answers.

"Yeah it was all real." I sighed and sat down next to him.

"So the supernatural world does exist. It's just not made up by movies and stuff like that?" Logan never looked at me. He just stared out into space.

"As much as I would like to tell you that it didn't exist, it does." I stared off too.

"So what do you like kill this stuff for a living?" Logan turned to look at me. I met his gaze.

"I guess you could say that. It's kind of like the family business." I was hoping that Logan wouldn't ask any more questions. I didn't want to go into detail on how my family got started into the whole supernatural world. Logan stayed quiet for a long time.

"I miss them, my family." I saw the sadness wash over his face. "I fought with my parents every day, over nothing. I just fought with them just to fight I think."

"I understand." I truly did. I was the same way with Sam.

"I miss them though. I think about them everyday." Logan wiped a tear away quickly. "Everyday I think about them. Everyday I wish there was something I could do to bring them back." I bit my lip as I watched him. He tried to cover up the tears that filled his eyes.

"I'm sure you know that you love them." I tried to soothe him. I placed a supporting hand on his shoulder.

"Your lucky." Logan said shrugging off my touch.

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"You still have your brothers." I looked at him through my eyelashes. "You should cherish that." I thought about his words. Dean, Sam and I were all each other had. Sure Sam and I fought but I would be devastated if anything ever happened to him. We were all in this fight together. Once we found Dad all four of us could be a family again.

"I will." I looked at the guy in front me. He was so broken, lonely. It made my stomach twist in knots just looking at him. No I would never want to be that sad. I'd take my pesky brothers over that any day.

"I'd better get going. Thanks for last night." He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek, which lingered longer then expected.

"Let me give you my number. In case you need me to save your ass again." He cracked a smile and pulled out his phone. I put in my number and he was on his way. I stayed outside for a few more minutes digesting our conversation. Yeah I was lucky. I had family. We may be as dysfunctional as it gets but we loved each other. That was all that really mattered. I saw Sam walking up the walkway to our room with coffee and breakfast in hand. I ran over to him and threw my arms around his neck.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. I just want you to know that I love you." I pulled away from him to see him looking at me with a confused expression.

"What?" He asked trying to understand me. I took a coffee from him.

"I just want you to know that I love you." I repeated walking with him to the room. "You're my brother, and I know we fight some but I love you anyways." Sam gave me a smile that showed he understood. We walked into the room to see Dean still sleeping. I ran over and jumped on the bed, which caused him to jump a few inches. I heard Sam stifle back a laugh.

"Son of a bitch." Dean moaned rubbing his eyes. "I'm going to kill you." He threatens. I threw my arms around his neck like I did with Sam earlier. He expected the hug for the first five seconds then pushed me off him.

"What got into you?" Dean asked.

"Nothing. You guys are my family and I just wanted you two to know that I care about you guys." I got off the bed and grabbed myself a doughnut. Dean looked a bit uncomfortable about the bonding that was taking place.

"Whatever, just hand me a coffee." I smiled and handed Dean his cup.

A/N: A little fluffy at the end but whatever haha. Next chapter: We find out Aidan's feelings about Cassie! I think some of you will like what I have in store. Plus Sam and Aidan share a moment where Sam tells her a secret.