AN: Sorry for the unintended lapse in posts. My life got very chaotic last week and will continue to be chaotic for about another week. I'll post when I can. Thanks for reading and for the reviews.

"Jessie, honey, it's time to wake up," Sam said, resting his hand on my shoulder. I groaned and rolled over, wincing when my butt pressed against the mattress. "Come on," he said, "or you won't sleep tonight."

"That's a myth," I grumbled, finally opening my eyes. Sam was crouched next to the rollaway bed with a half-smile on his face. "I can always sleep," I sat up, wincing more. I looked around and noticed that Dean was not in the room.

"We're heading out. Go to the bathroom, get dressed, and get packed up," Sam said, turning from me. "Check out was a half hour ago." I

That meant it was around noon, probably. I'd gotten about five hours of sleep, maybe six. I got out of bed, grabbed some clothes from my purple duffel, and went into the bathroom. After I did my business, I tried to crane myself around so I could see the damage to my rear, but I couldn't twist far enough. The mirror was one of those tiny ones that are just above the sink. I couldn't get far enough away to see my backside. It was still tender and I was still in trouble. I sighed. It wasn't like I didn't deserve it.

I put my clothes on and brushed my teeth. If I admitted it to myself, I was relieved. Now that they knew about Gabby, they could help me deal with her. I didn't have to hide from them anymore. I didn't have to cover my tracks. I didn't have to sneak fires. I didn't have to keep it from them when I was scared to death she was going to come to me in my dreams. They'd help me stop her; they'd help me send her back to where she'd come from.

I should never have called her in the first place, but at least now I wasn't alone anymore.

The bruise on the side of my face hadn't faded any since the previous night. People were going to look at me. I brushed my hair out and let it fall over my face. I'd get a cap and hide the bruise with my hair; otherwise, Sam and Dean might get dirty looks.

When I came out of the bathroom, Dean was sitting at the table, talking on his cell phone and Sam was packing my clothes and books up.

"Yeah, Bobby, all summer. I know, I couldn't believe it either," Dean said. I dropped my eyes to the floor, face going hot. Great, they were talking about me. I went over to Sam and took my bag from him.

"Thanks, Sam. I got it," I said. He ruffled my hair and went to pour himself a cup of coffee while he waited for me to finished packing.

"No, Gabija," Dean said, "G-A-B-I-J-A. She's Lithuanian. Symbols are corn, cows, fire, and hearth and home. She usually appears as a woman dressed in red. We need to know how to kill her now that she's free. Sam and Jessie haven't been able to find anything." Dean paused, listening. I stuffed my nightshirt into the duffel and pulled out a purple baseball cap. I pulled the cap on, tugging my hair around so that the cap kept my hair over the huge bruise on my cheek.

"Thanks, Bobby," Dean said. "You want to talk to her? Ok, I'll tell her." Dean hung up and got out of his chair. "You guys ready? Let's get moving."

I left the duffel on the roll-away and went to hug Dean, needing to touch him after he'd been so displeased with me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him. "What did Bobby want me to know?" I asked hesitantly.

Dean took a reluctant breath. "He said that you let him down hiding all of that from him and that you should have known better. Basically, he's as disappointed with you as Sam and I are."

"Oh," I said, and pressed my face into his abdomen.

"You expect anything different?" Dean asked.

"No," I said into his shirt.

"Grab your duffel, let's move," Dean said.

I let go of him and grabbed my duffel and my butterfly bag to follow the guys down to the car. "Where are we headed?" I asked as we put the bags in the trunk.

"East," Sam said. He took my duffel from me, tossed it in the trunk, and then leaned over to dig in his laptop bag. He pulled out a sheaf of paper and handed it to me. "This is for you."

I took it from him and got in the backseat. Dean started the car and I flipped through the papers. My stomach started sinking. "What do you want me to do with these?" I asked. It was my paper on supernatural beings and how they trick you. "I mean, I know you want me to rewrite it, but, like how?"

"Seatbelt, Jessie," Dean said, looking at me in the mirror. I wrapped the seatbelt around my waist and looked at the back of Sam's head.

"I want you to rewrite the whole thing and add to it what Gabby did to trick you into saying yes to her," Sam said, turning around.

"So, work that in or add some stuff at the end?" I asked.

"Jessie…" Sam said, sounding irritated.

"No, I mean it," I said. "I really don't get what you want me to do."

Sam took a breath. "First read it, then think about how you can add in the stuff about Gabby, then we'll talk about it, ok?"

I nodded and bent to my task, eager to please, especially since I knew Sam still intended to talk to me later today about what I'd done. I'd do anything to try to stay as on their good side as possible, and to get back into their good graces as soon as I could.

Five hours later when we were stopping for dinner, I was frustrated and annoyed. I'd started rewriting the essay and Sam hadn't liked how I'd added the stuff about Gabby in, something about it sounding like I was "excusing" my "very active decision" to call her and my "eager participation" in learning from her.

"I was eager to learn from her, Sam!" I yelled at him from the backseat after the third time he'd handed the essay back to me. "She knows everything about how to control fire! There was nothing I couldn't learn from her."

"Fine, then admit that in the paper. Don't insinuate that she forced you into choosing it. It's not all on her. All she did was tempt you. You're the one who agreed to it," Sam shot back. "And watch your tone, young lady. I don't appreciate being yelled at."

"Screw this," I said, unsnapping the seatbelt and putting my hand on the door handle as soon as Dean pulled into a parking spot. "I don't have to listen to this from you."

"Jessie," Dean growled at me warningly as he put the car into park. I let go of the handle and then kicked the floor of the Impala, hard.

Sam said, "You want to talk about this right now, young lady? I have no problem spanking you right here in the back of the car."

Ignoring his warning, I shrieked in frustration. "You're one to talk about temptation! You were all over Ruby all summer and she was showing you how to exorcise demons. Who was eager to learn then?"

Sam puffed up even larger than he normally was, his head tilting and his jaw ticking, and I knew I'd pushed him too far in this argument, but it was too late to stop and I knew I wasn't wrong. "Ruby was teaching me how to send demons back to hell! She was helping me kill Lilith. It's nothing like what you were doing. You gave into temptation and we've all seen where that gets you, haven't we, Jessie?" His eyes bored into mine and I suddenly couldn't breathe. I dropped my eyes. "Answer me, young lady!"

My temper flared back up again once I wasn't looking at him. I flung my head back up. "Yes! We've all seen that it gets you punched in the face by a goddess! Oh wait! That's me. What it gets you is into some demon-girl's pants! I hope she was good!"

I opened the car door and took off, but I didn't get far. I was around the corner of the restaurant when Sam caught up with me, his long legs easily overtaking my shorter ones near a huge pile of crates and boxes. He plucked me up, hoisted a foot up onto a milk crate, and deposited me over his knee. Then he brought his giant paw down hard on my butt.

"You do not leave our presence without permission," he said, spanking me the entire time. "You do not speak to me like that. You do not lose your temper and throw a tantrum." I was sobbing already, my tender butt screaming under his onslaught. After about ten smacks, he pulled me off his knee and set me on my feet. "What is your problem?"

I shook my head and just stood there and cried. He pulled me to him. "Jessie, talk to me."

"You did it, too," I sobbed, trying to pull my arm away from him. "You did it and I'm the one in trouble because I followed your lead."

"You wanted to get your ear chewed off by Bobby and get punched in the face by Dean?" Sam asked. "How about having an angel threaten to kill you? That what you're looking for?"

"No, Sam. Jesus!" I kicked over a pile of crates in frustration. Why couldn't he understand? Sam's face eased after a second and he crouched down so that he was looking up at me. I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him.

"Jessie, I get it; I do," he said. "Dean and I talked, and I'm not using my abilities anymore. It's done. It's over, for the same reason that it's over for you. It's dangerous and deadly. It's playing with fire, figuratively for me, but literally for you. It's my choice and I'm not doing it anymore."

I flung my arms around his neck and cried into his shoulder. He rubbed my back, and I felt better. I had my Sam back, the one who cared about me and the one who helped me with my schoolwork and paid attention to me and taught me things that sometimes Dean wouldn't. I had my ever rational, ever practical uncle back.

Even if he still owed me a spanking for completely disobeying him and summoning Gabby.

Eventually, he let me go, stood up, and took my hand to lead me into the diner to eat. Dean had gotten us a booth inside and ordered drinks. When we came in the door, I saw the tension ease out of him, his shoulders dropping and his jaw unclenching. I slid into the booth next to him, and he put an arm around my shoulder. I flipped the menu open and started reading through it, even though I was going to get what I always got.

The server came over and took our order, and Sam and Dean started discussing where we were going next. Dean had found a possible vampire case in Pennsylvania and wanted to head there next. Sam wanted to see the details of the case. I ate my grilled cheese.

The conversation lapsed into silence for a bit, and then Dean said, "Jessie, I've been thinking about Gabby and the fire at Jack's house, and then what she told you in that field. It sounded like she took control of your fire from you."

I swallowed the bite I was chewing and looked up at Dean. "Basically, yeah. I couldn't even touch it once she was there. It was like the furnace door was stuck and it was pouring out of me. Until she zapped us away from the house, I couldn't get it back, and I think I only got it back because she let me."

Sam cleared his throat. "I think when she asked you to let her see how deep your furnace is and you let her in, she managed to create a connection with you that allows her to control your fire when she's around."

I dropped the rest of my grilled cheese back on my plate. "How do I break her hold?" I asked. "I don't want to be her priestess anymore."

"Something else we're gonna have to figure out," Dean said, taking a bit of his burger. He looked at me and then at my sandwich. "Eat that."

I picked up the sandwich and did what I was told.