Disclaimer: I don't own Dean or Sam

Author's Note: I love conflict so expect a lot to come!

Supernatural

I don't want to go back, Dean.

"Okay everything's ready. Memphis, go put your bag in the car." Dean said as he and Sam came back into the motel room.

"Okey dokey, Deany."

"Don't call me Deany."

I laughed and went to grab my bag but my dad stood up and cleared his throat.

"Memphis, go put your bag in my trunk."

"Dad you're coming with us?" Sam asked hopefully.

"No but Memphis is coming with me."

"What?" Dean and I asked while Sam stood there stunned.

"Memphis, you're going back into training."

He said while grabbing my bag and heading outside. Dean, Sam, and I ran out after him. I was the first to respond.

"Training? Dad, I haven't trained since I was 18!"

"Exactly, you need to a refresher course."

"Why?" Dean asked.

"Because on the last two hunts she has been kidnapped and almost killed, she needs to train again."

"Dad, haven't you ever heard of bad luck?" Sam tried.

"Not with my kids there's not."

"But dad you didn't make Dean train after he almost died!" I fought.

"Young lady you are going back to training. I'm taking you to the old log cabin where we used to train and I'm keeping you there until I think you're ready to go again."

"But…"

"Say goodbye to your brothers." He said the hugged Dean and Sam and got into the truck.

I pulled them out of earshot of the truck and grabbed Sam into a huge hug. I knew this would be tough on him he's the youngest and the most sensitive.

"Sammy, you listen to Dean alright?"

"Okay…"

I moved over to Dean and wrapped my hands tightly around his neck as tears filled my eyes.

"I don't want to go back, Dean." I said sadly.

"You have to do what dad says okay?"

"But Dean, do you really want me to do this….to go back?"

"No, but we have to do it to make dad happy alright? So follow his orders okay?"

"But…"

"Follow dad's orders."

"Yes sir."

I usually didn't call Dean "Sir" but I used to when I was in training because it felt like he was a second dad.

"You'll be back, god don't look so damn sad. You're acting all girly-ish."

"Shut up bastard."

"See you later, bitch."

He smirked, ruffled my hair, and pushed me towards dad's truck. I smiled and gave the one last wave as I jumped back into the truck that was driving me back to my childhood hell.

GENERAL POV

"What did she mean when she said she didn't want to go back?" Sam asked Dean.

"You were too young to remember but training was hell for her." Dean said jumping in the Impala getting ready to head to Connecticut.

"It was hell for all of us."

"No dad went postal on Memphis because she was a girl so he automatically thought she was weaker so he went harder on her then us."

"Oh, I get it."

"No, I don't think you do Sammy. Memphis was a robot during training. Dad programmed into her head that she was to focus only on hunting. She was to have no fun. She was not to hesitate in other words she wasn't aloud to have any other emotion but anger."

"Wait was this when she was about 15 or 16?" Sam asked.

"Yeah around then, why?"

"I remember she was really angry all the time especially after school."

"Which is when she would train, I hate that he took her back to that, which means I have to break her in again."

"Break her in?"

"After she flipped on me for like the 7th time in one day I took her to a bar for the first time and I showed her that there was fun outside of killing evil shit."

"Wasn't she 16?"

"Yeah…"

"And you took her to a bar?"

"What your point?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow causing Sam to laugh.

"You think she'll be alright?" Sam asked.

"Of course she's Memphis."

Dean knew in his heart Memphis was not going to be okay and if she didn't call in three days crying her eyes out to him then he would be really worried because that meant the old scary Memphis was returning.