"Then how is it you ended up in this town, about to steal my car, and you walked into this motel unable to defend yourself and without checking if Sam and I weren't monsters or dangerous to you?" Dean stood confidently and I could have sworn he kind of smirked for a moment.

"That's what I intend to find out." The second I heard his anger, my stomach twisted as Wes and I turned around and was facing the one and only John Winchester.

"Holy shit." Wes gasped.

"Corner. Now." John growled. Wes and I scrambled to the two corners farthest away from him.

"Well boys, this wasn't how I was planning you meeting them."

"About that, how do you not tell Sam and me that you have two more kids?"

"I'm sorry, boys. I didn't want you to think I loved your mother any less. I also didn't really want to raise two more on the road, but I guess I don't really have a choice anymore."

Did you hear him correctly, Jen?

We're going to stay with him! I smiled, not moving from the corner.

I mean about the other part. Do you think Sam and Dean are our brothers?

That would be kind of cool though. They don't seem so bad. It explains why they went all "detective bad cops" on us.

Dean's a dick.

"No talking in the corner!" John bellowed. I don't know how he figures it out, but he always knew when Wes and I were using our powers.

"Yes sir." We both mumbled.

"Look boys, I know it's a shock. I should have been upfront from the beginning, but I honestly just didn't know when to bring it up." I could hear the exhaustion in Dad's voice.

"Where were they before?" Sam asked.

"They were staying with Ellen and Jo. I know you only met them the one time, but they stayed with them and I would stop by when I could. For the most part though, they stayed there or sometimes I would swing them by Bobby's. "

"Bobby knew?! Dad, what the hell? Does everyone but us know about them?" I could tell Dean was about to lose it.

"I'm not going to explain myself, Dean. I'm sorry you two found out about it like this but I really was planning to tell you. I didn't mean for that much time to pass. I'm sorry."

"Fine."

"Sam?"

"Alright, Dad."

"Front and Center." Wes and I glanced at each other and took a deep breath as we moved to stand in front of our father. The anger hadn't subsided at all, but he didn't look like he was going to explode. "Sit." He pointed to the two chairs that were now in front of the bed.

"From the beginning." Dad spoke.

"Okay so-" Dad cut Wes off by throwing his hand up.

"Not from you. I want to hear from your sister." My eyes widen as Dad's focus moved towards me. I'm going to break. He's going to kill us.

Just breathe. I'll talk you through this. Wes reassured. Dad stood Wes up, smacking him hard three times. "Ow. Daddy!"

"What did I say about using your powers? Bathroom, now." Wes dropped his head in defeat and moved to the bathroom. Dad knew we couldn't talk to each other if we weren't in the same room. Our powers weren't strong enough.

I glanced over at Sam and Dean who were on the other bed. Sam had a book in his hand and Dean was watching the TV. In all reality, he was probably paying more attention to our conversation, since the TV was not very loud.

"From the beginning." Dad repeated, bringing my attention back to him. I had no idea where to start. I guess I was taking too long because Dad leaned in and with a dark voice whispered, "One."

"Wait." I stuttered. "You don't need to count. I just…I don't really know where to start."

"Okay. Why don't you start with you and your brother leaving."

"Well, we left when the roadhouse got attacked," I started.

"That's two. If I get to three, I promise you are not going to sit for a damn week Jennifer Lane Winchester."

My heart skipped a beat at my full name. Dad leaned in so that his eyes were within a few inches of mine. "Okay, okay…please don't count anymore. We left after the last time you showed up. Wes and I were angry at you for leaving us all the time, so we decided we were going to follow you. We overheard you telling Ellen that you were going to research a case in Lowell, Massachusetts, so we got on a bus. We ran out of money, so Wes and I were looking for a car and that's how we got here." I finally let a breath out, squeezing my eyes shut in preparation for the explosion that was bound to come.

"Where did you get the money in the first place?"

My jaw dropped. I hadn't expected him to want to dig deeper, but who was I kidding? My father was very thorough. "We borrowed it from Jo's stash."

"Borrowed? Don't you mean steal?" Dad glowered. He stood, crossing his arms. In that moment, I realize this stance is what made me scared of Dean. "Can't hear you, Jennifer."

"Yes sir. We stole it." I murmured. I looked down at my feet, realizing just how much trouble Wes and I were going to be in.

"What rules did you and Wes break?"

"We followed you into what could have been dangerous, but luckily was not a dangerous situation, we stole, we hitchhiked, we lied, and we attempted criminal acts."

"First of all, you DID put yourself in a dangerous situation. Maybe it wasn't supernatural, but you could have been kidnapped. Second of all, you said you rode a bus. Are you telling me you lied?"

"Well, we took a bus most of the way." I stammered. Dad stood up and grabbed my chin. "Daddy, I won't do it again."

"I know you won't. Stand up." Dad dragged me over to the bed and flipped me over his knee.

"Wait, please. Not in front of them." I begged. My plea apparently fell upon deaf ears as he lowered my jeans down around my thighs. Luckily, he spared my panties. His hand fell hard, over and over as I started to cry and beg him to stop. Instead of quitting, he used it to spank harder. Since I was small for my age, his whole hand covered my butt.

"Sam, reach in my duffle and hand me the paddle."

"Daddy, no! Please, not the paddle." I cried, sobbing into his leg.

"You're getting six. Two for lying, and four for hitchhiking. You're lucky you didn't get the whole whooping with the paddle, and even more so that you're keeping your underwear."

"Yes sir." I whimpered. With that, he brought down the paddle hard. Two on my thighs, and four on my sit spots. I wailed, knowing this was definitely going to hurt the next few days. He pulled my jeans up but let me cry over his lap as he rubbed circles in my back. Finally, I leaned up and he put me on his lap.

"Did you learn your lesson?" He asked, his hand rubbing my back.

"Yes sir."

"Good. If we have to have this conversation again, this will be love taps in comparison. Understood?"

"Yes sir. Daddy, I'm sorry."

"I accept your apology sweetheart. Now go trade places with your brother."