I snuggled up against the back window of the Impala as we drove down the road. It was raining, but it was a tranquil kind of rain. The only sound in the car was Dean's Def Leppard cassette playing softly in the background and Wes and Sam snoring quietly. I glanced over at my twin and smiled. He looked so peaceful.

"Hey kid." Dean looked at me through his rearview mirror.

"Yeah?" I spoke softly, so I wouldn't wake my brothers.

"Why did you think you were in trouble?" Dean's green eyes met with mine. Dammit, I thought to myself. I knew right then he was going to win this. At least with Sam I knew I could lie my way out, but something told me Dean would be able to see right through me.

"There wasn't anyone after us. We just knew Daddy would punish us if he caught us following him for the hell of it." I stared down at my feet, praying that Dean would believe me.

"Do you know the punishment for lying to me?" Dean asked softly.

I glanced up, certain that fear was written all over my face. "No."

"You'll get a spanking from hell." His jaw stuck out as he glared at me through the rearview mirror. "Now, do you want to change your answer?"

"No." I could hear my voice shaking, but Dean seemed to let it go. He nodded his head and reached over and turned the radio up a little more. The tunes of Def Leppard's Two Steps Behind filled the car. I let go of the breath I apparently had been holding when Dean's focus went back to the road. I peeked out of the window, watching as the trees zoomed by. I slightly panicked when Dean suddenly turned the music down to answer the phone.

"Yeah?" I watched him shift in his seat. "Yes sir. We're about an hour north of Dallas, headed to Montana. Do we need to meet you somewhere?" Dean glanced at me from the rearview mirror. "Alright. What about the kids? I understand. Bye." Dean clicked the phone closed, as he made a U-turn.

"Where are we going, Dean?" I asked as I pulled my blanket up to my chin.

"We're headed to Clayton, Oklahoma. Dad found a case that he wants us to check out."

"So we get to go on a hunt with you?" I sat up in the seat, probably looking ridiculous with a grin from ear to ear.

"I already told you, you're not hunting."

"Come on Dean," I whined. "Pleeeeease?"

"I already said no, Jen. Drop it. We have about four hours of driving left and unless you want to do it with a sore ass, I'd listen." Dean growled. I glared at him, and just kept my mouth shut. I knew he'd go through with it if I pushed him further. "Can't hear your head rattle, Jen."

"Fine." I replied, scowling out the window. If Dad was here, he'd already bust me for the attitude but Dean didn't seem like he was going to. He turned the radio volume up again and I started to drift off to sleep.

The winds howled and the world around was grey and somber. I took a deep breath as I searched the streets for Wes. My heart speeds up and my breathing begins to hitch as I discovered the dark figure in the distance. "Who's there?" I whimpered. I looked down at my hands covered in blood, and I raise my head to study the figure. Despite everything inside of me screaming to run away, I creep in closer. "Who are you?" I said again, this time with much more confidence. I could hear his laughter, and finally I can see him. I gasped.

"Sam?" I cried. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi sweetheart. I see you're about nine right now. Am I right?"

"Yeah." I replied, smiling that I was in front of Sam right now.

"So, we just met?" He got down on one knee, so we were eye to eye. I nodded my head in response. "Okay, good. I'm going to help you with your problem."

"Wait." My heart skipped a beat. If Sam knew, that would mean I was about to be in a huge load of trouble. "How do you know about that?"

"That doesn't matter." He smiled encouragingly. He placed a hand on my shoulder. "But sweetheart, I don't want you talking about this with anyone but me. Okay?"

"Okay Sam."

"One more thing," he added. "We only talk when we're here, okay? That's really important. We don't want to risk John or Dean finding out."

"Okay, Sam."

"Want me to teach you some new skills? You said you want to be a hunter right?"

"Yeah!" I jumped up and down in excitement, but then I sighed, "What about Dean? Won't he get really mad?"

Sam leaned back down and smiled. "We'll keep this our little secret. How does that work?" I nodded with a grin. I was going to learn how to be a hunter!

"Okay, first things first. You see that demon there?" Sam pointed straight ahead and I noticed the teenage boy right away. I nodded my head. "I want you to think about him being gone. Just close your eyes and picture the demon being exorcised."

"How does that work?" I rolled my eyes, knowing that Sam was making fun of me. He reached down, his face stern.

"When we are hunting or I am teaching, you must do exactly as I say or I will tell Dean all about this and the hunting lessons will start. Do you understand?" He stood tall and continued, "or maybe I'll just punish you myself in addition to giving you to Dean."

"Please don't." I pleaded. Sam nodded curtly as he motioned for me to focus on the demon. I closed my eyes and I could hear the demon scream, but nothing happened. I heard Sam laugh.

"We have work to do, but it's exactly as I thought."

"Jen," I heard Dean growl. "I'm not telling you again. Wake up."

I rubbed my eyes and glanced around, taking in the motel we stopped at. It was light green with a sign flickering, 'Road Inn', but it really just read 'Rod In'. "I'm hungry, Dean."

"We'll get unpacked first, then we'll get some grub."

"Sam and Wes are already carrying their stuff in, so hurry up."

"Okay." I quickly grabbed my blanket and duffle and carried them into the motel. I looked at Sam and smiled, but he didn't really pay any attention. I guess he meant it about keeping it in the dream, I sighed. I threw my duffle on the bed closest to the window and turned to Dean. "Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Me too?" Wes piped up, looking his age for once.

"Either you two sleep in the same bed, or one of you shares the bed with me and the other with Sammy. You pick."

Have you been having nightmares? Wes asked.

They aren't so scary anymore, but I don't want to sleep by myself.

"Squirt is sharing the bed with me and Chuckles, you'll share with Sam. There. Decision made." Dean declared. "Let's go get some grub."

"Squirt?" Sam laughed. "Chuckles?"

"Well, Squirt fits her. He doesn't really have a sense of humor so he's Chuckles to me."

"Hey! I have a sense of humor!" Wes growled, crossing his arms.

"Of course you'd have Sammy's bitch face." Dean rolled his eyes, and motioned for us to get in the impala.

"You're the bitch." Wes mumbled, his eyes gauging whether Dean understood what he said or not. Dean didn't hear him and I burst out laughing. Wes smirked.

We got back to the motel from the diner around eight, and the second we walked in the door Dean announced that it was bedtime. "But…it's only eight!" Wes exclaimed.

"That's what happens when you call me a bitch."

"Wait, I didn't call you a bi-, a bad word!" I yelled out, pouting. No self-respecting nine year old should have to be in bed by eight.

"No, but you did have an attitude earlier. Normally, I would have pulled the car over and bust your ass but I decided I'd be nice and let you two get a hang of the rules."

"That's not fair!" I whined, stomping my foot hard in the ground. I glared up at Dean, determined to get my way.

"One."

"No."

Dean took a step forward and I stood my ground. "Two," his voice was quiet and dark.

"Oh good. You can count."

"Jen," Sam stood up from the bed. "Take it from me. You don't want Dean to get to three. Remember—he learned from Dad."

I'm not going to help you out. Seriously, Dean is about to kill you. Look at his face! Wes advised.

I didn't care. I didn't want to back down. I wasn't about to be treated like a four year old. I crossed my arms and growled at Dean, staring hard. I have no idea where this confidence came from, but in that moment I knew that my brain shut off and I simply didn't care about any form of self-preservation.

"Wow," I heard Wes mutter to Sam. "She looks just like Dean right now."

"Well he's about to kick his mini-self's ass if she doesn't start begging for forgiveness in the next two seconds." Sam whispered back.

"Fine," Dean gritted through his teeth. "Three."

He jumped towards me and grabbed me by the arm, dragging me over to the bed. He threw me over his lap and the panic mode reached, as the realization that I was about to get my ass handed to me sunk in. "No, Dean! Wait, I'm sorry! I'll listen! I'm sorry!"

"Too late." Dean started spanking me, and I gasped. I turned around to see his face and his face was hard. "What? Thought Dad was the only one who could hand out an ass-whooping? Think again, kid."

Dean started raining down spanks across my jeans. "If you ever disrespect me like that again, I'll spank you and you'll go to bed at seven every day for a month. You understand me?"
"Yessssss," I sobbed. My butt was on fire, and Dean wasn't going any easier.

"Yes what, Jennifer?" Dean scolded.

"Yes sir." I buried my face in his calf and cried. Dean stopped for a minute, but only to unbuckle my jeans and pull them down to my knee. I wanted to reach back, but I knew if it was Dad, he would add more and Dean would probably do the same.

"Hand me the paddle, Sammy."

"NOOOO!" I wailed. I didn't realize Dad had left the paddle with Dean and Sam.

"Yes. You're getting five." Dean brought down the paddle hard and I cried out, my breathing hitching and sobbing as he brought down the other four on my sit spots. He pulled my pants back up and rubbed circles in my back until I calmed down. Finally, he set me on my feet in between his legs.

"I know things are different than what you're used to. I know I'm your brother and you haven't known me that long, but I will bust your ass for being a brat. Understand?"

"M'sorry Dean," I sniffled.

"You're forgiven. Keep your temper and attitude in check. Got it?

"Yes sir."

"Good." Dean kissed my forehead and pointed at the corner. "15 minutes. Go."

"Dean," I heard Wes speak up.

"Am I going to have to beat your ass too?" Dean sighed.

"No! I just…are you going to tell Dad?"

"Dad!" I burst out.

"Jen. Corner!" Sam smacked my bottom and turned my face to the corner.

"I don't know yet." Dean finally answered. Wes sighed. I tried, sis.

Thanks. I don't know why I get so mad.

I tried to warn you.

I know. Thanks anyway.