I buried my head into Dean's side watching as he flipped through the channels. I glanced over at Sam and Wes on the other bed reading a book. Wes eventually closed the book and joined Dean and I. He buried his head in the other side of Dean and quickly closed his eyes. I flinched as I looked up at Dean but he didn't really seem to notice us or care that we were touching him.

I think we're going to like it. I smiled.

Me too. I'm really exhausted though.

What book were you reading?

I don't know. It was in Latin. It was all Sam had when I asked for a book. He said we might get to go to the Library tomorrow so we can get a book to read. He said he wants us to read a little bit everyday.

Dean must have heard me groan because he looked down at me and raised his brow. "Do you not like Jurassic Park?"

I gasped. "I love Jurassic Park! It's one of my favorite movies!"

"Then what are you groaning about then?"

"Umm…" I looked around for Daddy and realized he was in the shower. "Well I was talking to Wes."

"About that," Sam spoke up. He turned his chair so he was facing me. "How are you guys able to do that?"

"I don't know." I muttered. "We've always been able to. As we get older, we've been getting stronger. Daddy is the only one who knows when we are doing it. He doesn't like it."

"He told Dean and me what to watch out for. The other day, when we first met, you said you were looking for Dad because you were in trouble. Was that a lie?"

I turned to bury my face into Dean's side, but I didn't have any luck because Sam twisted me back. "You're not in trouble. I just want to know if we should be doing something."

I opened my mouth to say something but quickly closed it the moment Dad walked out of the bathroom. I could see it finally clicking in Sam's brain that I was worried about Dad finding out. He didn't push any further, but I knew he would be picking at answers the next time Dad wasn't around.

"Alright, bug. It's time for bed."

"Daddy, can I please watch the rest of the movie with Dean?" I stuck my bottom lip out in hopes he would be lenient.

He sighed as he brought his hands over his face. "Sure." I watched as he made his way into the kitchen to grab a beer. He sat down at the table and started writing in his journal. I've always been curious as to what he writes, but he made it clear his journal was off limits to us.

I curled up against Dean, listening to the movie. I wasn't really paying attention though. I had to think of something to tell Sam the next time he asked about who we were running from. I couldn't exactly tell him, right? I looked over at Wes buried into Dean's arm. What are we going to tell Sam?

Go away. I'm having a good dream.

I mean it, Wes. He's going to want answers. Are we going to tell him the truth?

We'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Get out of my head.

I love you Wes.

I love you too.

I closed my eyes, listening to Sam muttering thoughts to himself and Dean repeating the parts of the movie. At some point I heard Dad scuffle his way to the bed next to ours. "I see the kids have warmed up to you since yesterday." Dad chuckled.

"I guess so."

"Do I need to get them their own bed?"

"I actually don't mind it. Reminds me of when Sammy was younger."

"I never laid on you!" I smiled at Sam's defensiveness.

"Sammy, don't lie. I know you're 24 now but you laid on me all the time when you were their age."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

"Hey boys." Dad warned.

"Come on, Dad. They're asleep and they should know not to repeat what we say anyways."

I could see Dad shaking his head in disapproval. "I'm headed out at 0500 in the morning. The call I got earlier was from Rufus. He needs help with a ghost out at Flagstaff. Want to tag along, Sammy?" Dean scoffed. I didn't understand why Sam reacted that way.

"No sir. I'm good." Sam muttered.

"Are you sure you boys are good with the twins?"

"We can handle two nine-year olds, Dad." Sam started clicking away at his laptop. "Besides, we can get their school stuff together tomorrow. Do you have their birth certificates?"

"I'll pick them up from Ellen's and give them to you in a couple days. That work?"

"Should be fine."

"What's the deal with the twins, Dad?" Dean's voice was soft.

"That's a story for another time."

That was the last part of the conversation I heard before I fell asleep.

RISE AND SHINE, PRINCESS! I growled and turned over, not feeling Dean anymore.

Go away.

Nope. You popped in my head while I was asleep and now it's my turn. Wake up.

No.

"Wake up, Jen. We got stuff to do." I heard Dean bark from the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes and slowly got out of my bed. He smiled as he poked his head out the door. "Morning, sunshine."

Fuck you, I thought. I would never say it to him though.

"I'm telling you said that!" Wes teased. I could tell today was going to be one of those days.

"Said what?" Dean raised a brow and looked at me as he finished brushing his teeth.

"Nothing!" I smiled when Dean shrugged his shoulders and kept going.

"Alright, let's go get some food. Five minutes or I'm leaving you." Sam announced as he walked in.

We walked over to the small diner across the street and got a booth. It wasn't a really big diner, but the smell was amazing when we walked in.

A woman with short brown hair, glasses, and a pixie figure walked over to us and handed us the menus. "Hello, I'm Bella. I'll be taking your order, just letting you know that our breakfast grill just shut down for the day so it will be the lunch menu for you guys. Do you know what you want?"

"You guys ready to order?" Dean asked.

Want the usual? Wes asked. I generally hated speaking in public, so Wes ordered or spoke for both of us.

Yeah.

"Can we please have two milkshakes—one strawberry and one chocolate flavor. She would like a cheeseburger with mustard, bacon, tomato, and lettuce with an order of spicy fries, also a small fruit salad please. For me, I would like the popcorn chicken salad with a little bit of ranch dressing, and a small fruit salad as well. Thank you."

Sam and Dean just stared at Wes as they told Bella their order. "What the hell was that?"

"What?"

"Wipe the bitch look off your face. I just want to know why you ordered for her." Dean countered. Dean leaned in closer to Wes, his face hard. "I understand being defensive. I'm not Dad, you don't have to treat me like a sergeant, but you will watch the attitude kid. Okay? I'm just asking a question."

The fight in Wes' face simmered down and he sighed. "She doesn't like talking in public and I know what she wants. That's all."

"Why don't you like talking in public?" Dean turned to me and I answered shyly with a shrug. I guess he decided to let it go because he didn't speak anymore about it.

You should ask Dean if he's going to teach us to hunt.

"Hey Dean," Wes cleared his throat and cocked his head towards me. "Do you think you could teach us to hunt?"

"Absolutely not. End of conversation. Eat, your food is here." Dean shared a look with Sam and I knew they were having some sort of understanding of their own. I picked up my fork and played with the fruit salad, contemplating how to get him to teach me. A huge grin spilled across my face as a plan came to me.