"Did you and your brother learn your lesson?" Dad stooped down to our level and glanced from Wes to me. We were both thankful he had us sitting on the bed instead of the chairs.

"Yes sir." We answered.

"Good. I love you both very much. If you ever pull a stunt like that again, you can bet on not sitting comfortably for a month. Is that understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright. Boys, come on over here and join us." I looked up past Daddy and watched as Sam and Dean joined us on the bed. "I know you guys met before, but Dean and Sam, meet the twins Wes and Jen."

"The twins who tried to steal the impala." Dean smirked.

"No fair. We got punished for that already." I whined.

"Okay, settle down." Daddy crossed him arms. "Here's how it works. Dean is in charge. What he says, goes. His orders will be treated as if they come from me. You will also respect Sam. When Dean is not around, Sam's orders are golden. If you feel like they are being unreasonable, or treating you unfairly then bring it to me but I can guarantee they won't do that. Are we clear?"

"Dean's mean though." Wes grumbled.

"You were attempting to break in my car, then you were a complete smartass when I questioned you about it." Dean responded coolly.

"He has a point." I whispered.

"What are the rules, Jennifer?" Daddy stood straight. I could tell he meant business.

"Don't put yourself in danger, stay put, follow orders, no playing with the weapons or touching the weapons without an adult, no lying, don't talk to strangers, and be respectful."

"What's the penalty for breaking the rules, Wes?"

Will sighed. "Whatever punishment is found appropriate. It could range from a grounding, chores, lines, spanking, or all of the above."

Dad nodded. "Last rule. What happens if someone else has to punish you?"

"Dadddddy." I groaned. I didn't want to have to say it in front of Dean and Sam.

"Answer the question, Jennifer."

"For every spanking we get from someone else, we get a spanking from you for the crime plus three with a paddle for not being on our best behavior, which is what you expect from us."

"Alright." Dad stood up and walked into the kitchen. I looked over to Sam studying us.

"Ummm…Dad?" Wes piped up.

"What son?"

"What about school?" He fidgeted with his shorts.

"Wes! Why did you have to bring up school? You're such a nerd!" I growled. I hated school with a passion. I would just rather be on the road with Daddy. I didn't like sitting for long periods of time.

"I could teach them." Sam stood up. "I mean, I'm 24 years old and we're always on the road. This way we could move around a little easier and it will allow us to keep an eye on them and get a consistent education.

"You sure about this, Sammy?" Dean glared at me as if he knew I wouldn't give Sam an easy time.

"Yeah. If I have any problems, I'll make them write Latin until they're fluent and Dad can deal with them." I dropped my head as I realized that my new brothers are John Winchester-in-progress. They were soon going to be professionals at keeping Wes and I on track.

"I'll handle their PT. They will never hunt, but at least I can make sure they'll get away or be useful if they absolutely have to be." Dean looked at Dad.

"Alright, boys. It's a deal."

Why do I get the feeling this is going to be worse than living with Ellen? Wes' eyes were wide as we listened to Dad and our brothers talk more about the plan for us being on the road with them.

Probably because it will be. Do you think they'll let us hunt? I grinned. Every since I was old enough to understand the supernatural, being a hunter was a dream.

I dunno. Do you think Sam is smart enough to teach us?

Dad cleared his throat and glared at us. "One other thing. Dean, Sam…follow me in the kitchen. I need to show you something. You two—stay there. No eavesdropping either."