Recap from Chapter 1:

"Hey," he said, getting my attention again. I looked up at him.

"Are we done?" he asked. I narrowed my eyes at him, and nodded, but he just waited for my response.

"Yes, Dean." I said sulkily, before turning my head back around, but not moving. Sammy and Cas walked over to us, as the family walked back into their restaurant. Sammy was scratching his head.

"Okay, this is going to sound crazy, but the lady just described the witch, and in such perfect detail… I think it's Max."

I hope you all liked the first chapter! Please review and let me know what you thought about it! Also, my story is kind of following the plot line and seasons, but kind of not. I am living in the supernatural world, but I am kind of adding in elements that aren't/weren't in the show, and changing parts to fit the story better! In case anyone was confused! lol

"Max?" said Dean and I in unison.

"Last time we spoke to Max was… when was the last time we spoke to Max?" said Dean.

"What do you think happened to him?" Sammy asked.

Dean rubbed his hand over his face. I glanced up at him. He looked so tired. And it wasn't the hangover- it was just becoming who he was. I was starting to regret giving him grief earlier, I obviously know he doesn't want me too involved because of the danger aspects, but it's not that easy to accept all the time when I'm constantly around them. His eyes had bags under them and he hadn't shaved his face in a few days.

"Cas, what should we do? Can you locate Max?" asked Dean.

He leaned up from the wall but kept his arm around my shoulder, not listening his grip. He was tensing up and I wasn't sure why.

"I can locate him. I will have to use something he's been in contact with in order to do so." said Cas.

"We can work with that." said Sammy, nodding at Cas' response, but not taking his eyes off Dean.

"Are you okay? Why do you look like that?" I asked Dean.

"What? I'm fine, come on get in the car we gotta get to Jody's." he said, ushering me off him and towards the car.

I grudgingly walked towards the car and got back in the backseat. I was joined moments later by my brothers, and this time Castiel was with me in the back seat. I watched him look me over.

"You are not okay, Lena." he said to me.

I watched as Dean looked through the rear view mirror at us. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I didn't want him to say anything just in case.

"I'm fine, Cas. Don't worry about me." I said, trying to smile.

"You know, I can sense pain on the inside, too. I can heal your physical pain, but your soul is screaming at me." he said.

My eyes narrowed at him.

"Cas. Stop." I seethed through my teeth. "I'm fine." I added.

"Hey." I heard Dean snap, and I groaned before I even looked up at him.

"I'm fine! My soul is doing just fine, Cas! Stop!" I let out a frustrated growl and Sammy also turned around and looked at me.

After a few moments I looked up at the mirror and I was met with Dean's piercing eyes staring at me. I looked away quickly and took my phone out of my pocket and began pressing random buttons. The car was silent the rest of the time, until we pulled into Jody's driveway. I waited until Dean was getting something out of the trunk to open the door and run to the front door. I shot Cas a glare on my way and he looked confused. I knocked on the door, and right before Jody opened it, I felt Sammy flick my head. I turned around and gave him a face.

"Knock off the attitude. You are treading on thin ice with him." he said, and stepped inside the house as I saw Dean walking up the grass.

I walked in as quick as I could and greeted Jody. I didn't want to risk Dean yelling at me here so I quickly turned into the hallway to find Alex. She was listening to music and didn't hear me come in. When she saw me she smiled and stood up.

"Elena, I didn't know you were coming! Jody said your brothers were stopping by!" she said as she hugged me.

Alex and I have been friends for about three years now, basically ever since Jody took her in. I've stayed at Jody's a few times when the boys had to go on cross country trips and I didn't want to go. She was the closest thing I had to a best friend. Claire on the other hand...well her and I don't get along. I know it's just a part of her personality to be a bitch, but you can hide it sometimes.

"Yeah, well, they pretty much drag me everywhere now." I say to her, hugging her back.

"Are they hunting something?" she asked, as we both sat down on her bed.

I shrugged. "They're trying to find a witch, but they think it's someone we know. Wait, have you ever met Max? Twin sister, Alicia?" I asked her.

I watched as she tried to rack her brain, and smiled when her eyes lit up in remembrance.

"The cute one! Half witch or something?"she asked.

"Yeah I guess he's pretty cute. But they think he killed the woman we are trying to help. Well, they are trying to help. I can't help on this case." so said, rolling my eyes.

"Good. I mean, what if you had to kill Max or something? His good looks would distract you and you could end up dead." she said, ever so seriously.

"Ugh Alex, I just want a boyfriend!" I let out a grunt and picked up her pillow, before slamming my face into it.

"That was random…" she stated.

"I mean, like in all the shows and movies. Why haven't I met a guy like that. Think about it. I'm 17, and I've never had my first kiss. That's insane. Hi, my name's Elena, I've killed vampires, werewolves and zombies, but I don't know what it feels like to kiss a boy." I said, sarcastically.

I watched as Alex burst out into a fit of laughter. She doesn't understand what it's like to literally have one friend, plus she's at least had a boyfriend. Ok, so she used to live a not-so normal life with vamps, but now, her life is close to picture-perfect! She lives in a permanent home, has a parent, goes to real school, had a boyfriend… I'm sure Alex has even had sex.

"I'm glad this is funny to you." I said.

"Relaxxx. It's not funny- it's just- you know you won't ever be allowed to have a boyfriend with your brothers around right?" she asked.

She had a valid point. But I was not going to not ever date because of them. I am almost legal! It should be illegal to not have had a boyfriend already! I had already graduated high school through online classes, but I had tried to convince them to let me go to real school one time and they blew up at me. The double standards are crazy with them.

A knock sounded on Alex's door, it was Jody.

"You guys want dinner? Spaghetti and meatballs!" she said, happily.

You have never seen two girls get off the bed quicker. We ran into the dining room and I saw Claire, Dean, and Sam already seated at the table. Claire looked up at me and then right back at her plate. I sat on the opposite side of my brothers next to Alex. Jody and Claire were at the heads of the table.

"Got any information on the witch, Jody?" I asked, digging into my pasta.

"This food is great, Jody, I'm going to need a doggy bag." said Dean, interrupting what Jody was about to say.

I glared at him and he narrowed his eyes, challenging me to say something to him. I was trying to keep my temper, because I hate getting yelled at in front of other people, and I would especially hate to get in trouble in front of Claire.

"How's college, Claire?" Sammy asked, turning and looking at her.

"Stupid." she responded.

"You're just a ray of sunshine, aren't ya?" asked Dean.

"I shouldn't be in school!" she snapped.

Alex and I smirked at each other and tried not to laugh.

"What's funny? At least I go to actual school." said Claire to me.

"Sweetie, I graduated already. That's all that matters." I said, rudely.

"Yeah off online school. We all know you can cheat that way." she said.

"Screw you, I worked my ass off and that's why I graduated a whole year early. Sorry you had to practically beg for admittance into your local college." I snapped back.

"Enough!" said Jody, and Dean simultaneously.

I glared at Claire and then at Dean. He was clearly pissed with me, but I was pissed at him, too.

"One more." said Dean, giving me his murderous glare.

I knew what that meant and leaned down in my seat. I wasn't trying to get in so much trouble today, but I'm so sick of not being able to help. They go out and risk their lives, hell, I never even know when they're going to come back half of the time. But I can't even help on the research this time because it's a witch? Bullshit. It's been over a month since I last felt the sting of Dean's belt on my ass. I don't want to feel it any time soon. But how am I supposed to change my behavior when they won't even listen to my problem? At least Sammy tries to understand. Dean doesn't ever want to confront a problem that he knows involves changing rules over me. If it was up to him, I would probably never even leave the motel room.

I watched as Claire smirked at her plate. She pushed her food around, and then declared she was finished.

"Good, it's your turn to do the dishes." said Jody.

"I did them like four times this week!" she argued.

"Claire." said Sammy, sharply, giving her a look.

She rolled her eyes and eventually got up from the table and went into the kitchen. I looked over at Sammy to smile, but he was wearing an expression similar to Dean's.

"Thanks for dinner, Jody, I guess we'll see you sometime tomorrow at the coroner's." said Sammy.

I said goodbye to Alex, and she said she would try and convince Jody to let her come with her tomorrow. I said goodbye to Jody and thanked her for dinner, before walking out behind my brothers and into the Impala. The drive was relatively silent, and when we pulled into the motel, he turned to me.

"Give me your phone." he said.

"Why?!" I argued back. Which of course, I knew better to do, but I needed my phone!

"You know exactly why, and quite frankly, I don't need to give you know damn explanation!" he said, angrily.

I threw my phone up towards the front of the car and opened my door to get out. I started to storm towards the door when I felt hard sting on my butt.

"Ow!" I gasped, pulling away

"Get inside!" he yelled at me.

I stormed in the door and threw my bag down on my bed. I headed toward the bathroom, but the door closed in my face. I looked around the room and saw Sammy staring at me. I didn't even realize that tears were streaming down my face.

"Dean! I have to go to the bathroom!" I yelled, while crying some more and pounding on the door.

"Elena!" yelled Sammy, as he came over to me and grabbed my arms.

He pulled me into him, not letting me move.

"Relax. You need to relax." he said soothingly.

He let me cry into his chest for a while until we heard the bathroom door open and Dean walked out. I pulled away from Sam and went to sit on my bed. I watched as Dean and Sammy looked at each other, as if they weren't sure what to do. I mean, I was a lot easier to handle when I was fourteen, and even easier when Dad was around. The room was silent, and then I heard Dean exhale loudly.

"I'm sorry." I said quickly.

I wiped my face with my sleeves and looked up at them.

"I'm sorry, okay? Can we watch a movie? Can we just forget this day ever happened?" I asked quietly.

"Elena…," started Dean, "Okay. Okay. We'll just call today a bad day for everyone, huh? Tomorrow is different, no attitudes, no arguing, hear me?" he said.

"Yeah, yes, Dean." I said, quickly.

I saw Sammy smile, and Dean walked over to the fridge to get a beer. Sammy walked over to em and fell onto my bed.

"He can never stay mad at you. Must be nice." he said to me, and I smiled.

Dean put in the original Planet of the Apes, and we all laid in my bed and watched it. Around 1am, I still couldn't fall asleep. I quietly got out of my bed, careful to not wake them and went into the kitchen where I poured myself a shot of whiskey. I just needed to calm my nerves so I could sleep a little. I watched as Sammy turned over in bed but didn't open his eyes, and quickly downed the shot. I put the shot glass back where it previously was from Dean, and got comfortable in Dean's bed since they took over mine. I was almost asleep when I felt the covers being pulled up higher to almost cover my face. I barely opened my eyes, but I saw it was Dean. He kissed my head and lifted the comforter even higher.

"I love you, baby." he said, groggily.

I really hope tomorrow is a better day. I'm sick of the life I've been living.

Luckily, I was woken up yesterday by myself. I took a quick glance around the room and saw Dean coming out of the bathroom in a towel and Sammy on his computer, typical. I rubbed my eyes and Sammy glanced at me.

"I made breakfast." he said, using his head to point to the counter.

"You can't cook, Sammy." I said, with a smirk on my face.

"True," answered Dean, "but the bacon's not half bad." he said.

I got out of bed and brushed my teeth, and attempted to brush through my mess of hair. When I realized it was as good as it was going to get, I left the bathroom and went into the kitchen. I put a few pieces of bacon on my plate and poured myself a cup of coffee. To my advantage, Sammy's back was to me and Dean went back into the bathroom. I quickly took the already opened bottle of whiskey and poured it into my mug. I placed it back exactly where it was and took my mug and my plate to the table next to Sammy.

"Wow, the bacon isn't terrible." I said, surprised.

"I made eggs and toast, too." he said, optimistically

"The bacon is great, Sammy." I repeated, and he rolled his eyes.

I took a swig of my coffee, and felt instant relief.

"What's the plan for today?" I asked Sammy.

"We have to meet up with Jody in a few hours. I don't think anything but research until then." he said.

"I'm coming with you, right?" I ask.

"Yes you are, doesn't mean you're helping." he said.

"I know, Sammy." I said while rolling my eyes.

I remembered Alex was going to convince Jody to come with her and I have to see if it worked. I got up from the table and walked over to Dean.

"Can I have my phone back?" I asked, pouting.

He looked up at me, and then back at his shoe that he was tying.

"Why do you need your phone? You'll be with us all day." he said.

"I thought we squashed yesterday away…so that means I'm not in trouble anymore." I said, trying to sound confident.

"Oh that's what that means, huh?" he said, smirking at me.

"I have to talk to Alex, she said she wanted to come today. Please." I said.

He pulled open the drawer next to the bed and handed me my phone. I sat down on the bed and saw Alex already texted me. Dean walked over to help Sammy research and I answered Alex's text, which said Jody was letting her tag along! I smiled and answered her back, when I heard Dean say my name. I looked up at him and he was holding my coffee cup in his hand.

"What the hell is in this coffee?" he boomed.

I threw my phone down and stood up.

"That's whiskey… Elena this is yours? Why the fuck is there whiskey in your coffee?" he yelled.

I started to tear up already, and I tried to form a sentence but I couldn't. I had just been caught in my little game.

"Elena… tell me why there's whiskey in your coffee?" said Sammy, trying to bring a little rationalizing, but even he couldn't hide his anger.

"You been doing this a lot? Huh?" asked Dean.

"I...I…" I stuttered.

"Answer me!" he boomed.

"I don't know what to say!" I cried.

"Elena, go inside." said Sammy, since we were in a motel he couldn't exactly send me to my room, however, there was a giant bedroom in here, and a small living room with a TV.

Without hesitation, I ran into the living room. I sat on the couch and cried. I can't get away with anything. I should've known that.

I sat alone for about a half hour before Dean and Sammy came in. Sammy sat down on the other side of the couch and Dean stood up, glaring daggers at me.

"How long have you been doing that?" asked Sammy.

I sniffled, and answered, "a few months now."

I think he was surprised at my answer, as his eyes got wide and he shook his head.

"Why?" he asked me, and the disappointment in his voice did not go unnoticed.

"I don't know Sammy… everything has just been so hard lately...I miss Dad, and I keep seeing him in my dreams, it just calms me down, I promise." I said, quietly.

"You're seventeen, Elena!" said Dean, suddenly.

"I'm sorry." I said, looking down, "I just wanted to relax." I added.

"You don't think to come to one of us and talk to us about it?" Sammy asked.

I looked down and didn't answer him.

"Sammy, go get lunch." Dean said.

Sammy looked at me.

"I have never been so disappointed in you." he said, before standing up and walking out of the motel.

I still didn't look up from my lap.

"When else have you been drinking?" Dean asked me.

When I didn't answer quick enough he spoke again.

"Elena, look at me, and God help you if you lie to me. When have you been drinking?" he repeated.

"Sometimes at night time when I can't sleep." I said.

"Elena, shit like this happens, you have to talk to me. You haven't learned that after everything happened with Sammy? You feeling however you feel is whatever, but I can help you if you talk to me!" he said.

"I know, Dean… I'm sorry…" I whined.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, too, sorry that I don't believe you." he said, sitting on the couch.

"Come on." he said, ushering me over.

"Dean, pleaseeeee! I promise, I'm done! No more!" I begged.

"One...two…" he started.

And at that, I stood up and hesitantly walked over to him. He pulled me over to him and over his knees. I steadied myself with my hands on the floor, but he used his legs to trap mine anyway, so I wasn't really going anywhere.

"You're done, Elena, if I can't trust you to not touch alcohol, how can I trust you on a hunt? Huh?" he asked.

"I'm sorry!" I cried, cause it was really all I could say.

"You're not." was all he said, before I felt his hand crash down on my butt. One swat after another landed and they just got harder and harder.

"Dean, please!" I begged.

My pleas were useless to him, and his hand kept falling down. He didn't say anything for a while, just kept spanking. I haven't been over Dean's knee in a few months, even last time he only spanked me with his belt over a table.

"We got you over the alcohol shit, and you're not going back, you hear me? Since when do you start lying to me, huh? That's a new thing? Huh?" he said, angrily.

"No, Dean! I won't lie again, I promise!" I cried.

"Yeah, I'm sure you won't." He said, "Up." he added, as he smacked me one last time.

I stood up and rubbed my butt and I watched as he took his belt out of the loops of his pants and folded it over. He pushed the coffee table away from the couch with his foot.

"Pants down, and bend over." He said.

I backed away from him, but the glare he sent me made me walk right back up.

"Come on." he said.

I slowly walked over to the couch and looked up at him. I pleaded with him with my eyes, but he shook his head no. I reached to my pajama pants and pulled them to my knees as I leaned over the couch. I was already crying, but I yelped when the first whack hit me. Dean had a rule, the same one our father used; your age determines the amount of smacks you get. I always hated that part of getting older. He smacked me again and again, and I screeched. I assumed he finally hit the seventeenth smack because I heard his belt drop to the floor. He took me by my upper arm and pulled me up to face him. He pulled me into his chest and I bawled.

"Deannnnn…..I'm so sorryyyyy!" I cried.

"Shhhhhhh." he said, rubbing my back.

He let me cry for a while, before pulling me away to look at him. He grabbed my face with his hand and pulled it up to look at him.

"You aren't going to touch alcohol ever again, you hear me?" he said, shaking me slightly.

"Yes, Dean." I answered.

"I love you, Elena, more than the entire world, and when you feel like this, you need to talk to me. You need to stop me from whatever I'm doing and talk. Okay? Please, Elena." he said, sounding desperate at his last two words.

"Yes, yes, okay." I said, hugging him again.

"Jesus, kid, you're killing me slowly." he mumbled.

"I'm sorry." I said, again.

"You better be." he said, pulling away from me, giving me a serious face again.

I heard a plastic bag ruffling and I assumed Sammy was back.

"I'm sure Sammy is going to want to talk with you." said Dean.

I nodded. Dean stood up to walk out into the main room.

"Oh, and Elena," he started, turning towards me, "You want coffee, you ask us from now on, got me?" he asked.

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