When we got to Lucky Chin's, I whined about being hungry, so Dean said I could come in with them. I followed them straight to the wishing well where Dean tossed in a coin to test whether the wishing well actually granted wishes. A second later, a guy showed up with a footlong Italian sub with jalapeno. Dean grabbed the sub, and we sat down at one of the tables so he could eat it.

"I'm going to the bathroom," I said, sliding back out of the booth while Dean started opening his sub. "Can you order my food while I'm gone? I'm starving." I wasn't starving, and I was almost shaking with anticipation, especially now that I'd seen what Dean wished for come true.

"Sure, honey," Sam said, looking at the couple at the table behind me suspiciously. Neither of them was paying any particular attention to me. I turned and headed towards the bathroom, knowing I'd have to go near the wishing well to do it. I held my breath and tried to walk normally so that I didn't look suspicious. Time seemed to slow.

As I neared the wishing well, I glanced at Sam and Dean. They were in the middle of a conversation and still not paying attention to me. Good. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a quarter. As I walked slowly by the fountain, I tossed it in and thought, I wish that I'm a hunter and Sam and Dean are ok with it. Then I quickened my step towards the bathroom, trying not to look over my shoulder as I went and shoving down the guilt I was starting to feel.

Once I was in the bathroom, I checked myself over and I didn't feel any different. I wasn't any stronger. I didn't look any different. I sighed. Maybe it hadn't worked. If it hadn't, at least I wasn't any worse off. I left the bathroom to go back to Sam and Dean.

Sam was pointing out that things like these wishes come with a price tag, usually a deadly one. I slid in next to Dean as he said that we'd put a hold on the wishes until we figured out what was going on. The restaurant proprietor hurried over at that point and said that they don't allow outside food in the restaurant. At that, Sam and Dean claimed to be health inspectors who needed to shut the place down because of a rat infestation.

That was when it got a little weird. Usually, at that point, Dean or Sam would have told me to stay at the table. Instead, as the owner cleared out the restaurant, they called me over to help drain the fountain. Surprised, but pleased to help, I reached in and yanked the plug that was at the back of the fountain and the water drained into a tube that ran into the wall. Sam and Dean inspected the fountain, and Dean said that there was nothing he could see about it that was weird.

I worked on collecting the coins at the bottom of the fountain and placing them in a bowl while Dean asked Sam if he wasn't even a little bit tempted. Sam said he wasn't because he wouldn't trust it since it wasn't real. My heart rate sped up and my thoughts raced. First, Sam had said that there would be a price tag, and now he was saying he wouldn't trust it. If Sam was being this adamant, then maybe this wasn't the best idea I'd ever had. I started to hope that my wish hadn't come true.

Dean kept asking him questions and eventually Sam admitted that if he could wish for something, it would be Lilith's head on a plate, bloody. From the expression on his face, Dean really didn't like that answer.

I'd uncovered a large coin at the bottom of the fountain and tried to pick it up. When it wouldn't budge, I said, "Dean?" He looked intrigued and bent down to look at it. Sam said it was some kind of old coin. They both tried to tug it out of the fountain, but it wouldn't move for them either.

"Come on, Jessie," Sam said. I climbed to my feet, setting the bowl of coins on a nearby table, and followed the two of them out to the car. They gathered a hammer and a crowbar from the trunk. Dean handed me a tool bag to carry back into the restaurant. While I watched, they tried prying, pounding, scraping, and a variety of other things to get the coin off the bottom of the fountain. None of them worked. Finally, when the hammer handle broke instead of the coin coming off the fountain, Sam said that the coin was magical. Dean said that he didn't think we could destroy it while Sam pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil from his pocket.

"I could try with fire," I suggested. "I'm due today anyway."

"Go ahead," Dean said. He and Sam both took a step back. I blinked, trying not to show my surprise. Ok, maybe my wish had come true. I smiled a little. Then, I braced myself and opened the furnace, reaching it out tendril and setting it gently on top of the coin, and about a foot of fountain around the coin. I pushed.

Nothing happened. Not only did the coin not melt, the fountain didn't melt or burst into flames. Nothing happened. I pushed harder and while the coin turned bright red with heat, that was it. I pulled the tendril back into me. Since nothing had burned and no fire had left me, I was suddenly itching for release. I slammed shut the furnace door and tried to ignore the feeling.

Sam handed me the paper and the pencil. "When the coin cools, make a rubbing," he said. "Then you two have to look into this."

Dean asked, "Where are you going?"

"Something just occurred to me," Sam said and left.

I watched him go. When the coin cooled down a few minutes later, I made the rubbing and handed it to Dean. We headed back to the hotel to research the coin, but before we went, I asked the owner to make me some Peking duck to go. I really was hungry now.

Dean started getting sick while we walked back to the hotel. While I ate my dinner and we researched the coin online, he kept running to the bathroom. After the third time, I asked him if he was ok, and he said that the sandwich had given him food poisoning, that the wishes turned bad just like Sam had said.

I turned away from the bathroom door and flopped onto the bed in front of the computer screen, staring blankly at the website with the coin and the legend Dean had found. I leaned my head against my hand and randomly clicked on things on the screen like I was still reading or researching.

Nothing bad had happened yet, and they were taking me with them everywhere and letting me help. Dean had let me do research. They'd even let me try to set something on fire to destroy it. That had never happened before and it felt good, like I was contributing and useful. They respected me and were letting me help. Plus, Dean hadn't said anything about my not staying put earlier at Audrey's house. He'd just forgotten about it, like nothing had happened at all, like I'd been allowed to go with them the whole time. He wasn't even mad any more. No growling, no threats. I was back on his good list.

My wish had come true and now, I knew that somehow my wish was going to go bad, just like Audrey's and just like Dean's. I just didn't know how yet. A hard knot was forming in my stomach, full of guilt and dread. I didn't know what to do.

When Sam came back in, I jumped to my feet and ran to him to bury myself in his arms. He hugged me to him automatically and looked down at me with a confused look. "Dean's sick," I whispered into his stomach, lying about why I was upset.

Still hugging me, Sam called through the door to ask Dean if he was ok, and Dean told him the same thing he'd told me, that the wishes turn bad. I let Sam go and flopped down on the bed as Dean came out. Dean told Sam that the coin was Babylonian. The Babylonians had made the coin to sow the seeds of chaos. Whoever throws the coin into the wishing well turns on the well and it grants wishes to all comers, but the wishes get twisted. It's wiped towns off the map. The way to stop it is to find the first wisher and have that person pull the coin from the well to reverse the wishes.

I pulled myself into a sitting position on the bed and averted my face from them, fear overcoming me. We had to find the first wisher. I needed to get my wish reversed before it went bad, because there were so many things that could go wrong with the wish I'd made. I wished I'd never made the wish. I went to my roll-away and sat down, pulling out my cards to try to distract myself.

When Dean fell asleep on his bed a couple of hours later, I realized that no one had told me to go to bed. I also realized that the itching that I'd been ignoring for hours now was becoming more insistent. The need to burn was pounding through me.

"Uh, Sam?" I said. He was deep in reading more about Tia-mat, the god on the coin.

"Yeah, Jessie?" Sam asked, sounding distracted and not pulling his eyes from the screen. I frowned. That was totally not like him.

"I really need to burn something," I said, hoping that would get his attention.

"So go do it," he responded. I blinked.

"What?" I asked in confusion.

"If you need to go burn something, just take care of it. Why are you telling me?" Sam asked, still not looking away from the computer screen.

It took me a minute to absorb that. "Oh," I said. "Ok." I got unsteadily to my feet and headed towards the door. A thought occurred to me. "Do you mind if I watch TV when I get back?" I asked and held my breath for the answer.

"Just keep it low. I'm still researching this," he said.

I turned away from him, pulled on a jacket, and headed outside to find something to burn, hurt winding through me. I'd expected relief at not having them on my back all the time, but this... Sam seemed to have forgotten that I was on restriction until the end of November, almost an entire month more. Dean hadn't told me to go to bed. Neither of them were concerned about the fact that I hadn't set a fire yet today nor about me setting a fire without supervision or safety equipment.

I suddenly felt very vulnerable and very, very alone.

I wandered the streets until I found a pile of wood in someone's backyard. It was dark out, one in the morning, but the need to burn something was stronger than my fear of being outside alone at this time of night, and believe me, I was jumping at every sound, flinching at every shadow.

My fire was pounding in my temples, my head aching, my arms itching. I was having a hard time keeping the flames locked up. As soon as I found the woodpile, without any preparation, I opened my furnace and just shoved the fire into the woodpile, like I used to before I'd figured out the tendril thing, but I made sure I stayed connected. The woodpile whooshed into flames and burned down to ash in less than a minute. I relaxed as the need to burn left me.

"Who's there?" I heard from inside the house and then the unmistakable sound of a shotgun being cocked.

Shit! I started running, hearing shouts after me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I didn't really care. I needed to get away as quickly as possible. Thankfully, no one actually shot at me, but it was a close thing.

When I was sure I was far enough away and that no one had followed me, I stopped running. After about five more minutes of walking, I realized that I didn't recognize anything around me, and I was completely and utterly lost. I went to reach into my pocket to find my cell phone and it wasn't there. I vaguely remembered plugging it in when we got back to the room, and I'd been so put off by Sam's reaction to my admission that I needed to set something on fire that I hadn't picked it up when I'd left the room.

I sank to the sidewalk, leaned against the building I was next to, pulled my knees up to my chest, and just bawled.