"Hi Sammy." I ran up to him and gave him a high five. The Sammy in my dreams seemed more energetic and fun.

"Hi sweetheart. How are things going?" Sam motioned for me to come sit next to him and begin my stretches.

"Things are going okay. Daddy hasn't come back from his hunt yet, and Sam just got us started on homeschooling. Dean had us start PT, but it's nothing drastic. We're just mostly doing stretches and learning how to do some of the stuff he wants us to do—like push-ups, sit-ups, and how to breathe when we run. I like it. I really want him to teach us the weapons, but he won't hear it." I pouted.

"Have you been training on your own any?" Sam asked.

"No. I'm never by myself." I grimaced a little, afraid Sam would get mad.

"You can train around them. You just have to keep your face emotionless." Sam encouraged. "Alright," he jumped up and stretched his arms again. "Are you ready?"

"What are we doing today?" I asked him.

"We're going to work on your mind some more. That demon over there, I want you to think of him laying on the ground."

"Okay." I closed my eyes and thought of the demon kneeling down and laying on his back under the sun. "How is that Sam?"

"You need to be more determined. Really see the details, really see the demon laying down." He put his hand on my shoulder. I squeezed my eyes shut and thought of the demon bowing down, crumbling under pressure to the ground. I heard Sam laugh and sigh. "Very good, child. Very good." He gave a pat on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, but my head screamed in pain.

"Using your powers will do wear you out. That's why you have to keep practicing," Sam scolded. "Also, Dean does well by training you physically. Be sure you keep up with your running and strength. Eventually, I won't be holding the demon back for you."

"You were holding the demon back?" I exclaimed. Was Sam like me?

"Of course. Eventually, you won't need me to."

"Sam?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think I will make a good hunter?"

Sam smiled and kneeled down next to me. "I think you'll make a wonderful asset."

"Thanks Sam."

"Okay, enough for now. Train on your own, or else." Sam's expression turned and I felt the hairs on my arm stand up.

"Yes sir. Sam, can I train with Wes?"

"We've talked about this." I could see the frustration fume off his face, but he turned away for a moment, before looking at me. "Jen?" Sam smiled again. "Remember, this is our little secret." Sam winked, and before I knew it I was awake.

"Rise and shine!" Wes belted. He jumped on the bed beside me with a grin spread across his face. My head felt as if it were going to split. Wes raised a brow in concern, confused.

What's going on? He asked. He curled up beside me, his head against mine. Are you okay?

My head feels like a truck ran over it. It hurts so bad.

"Dean? Jen's sick." Wes told him. Dean came around the corner from the kitchen and sat down next to me. He put the back of his hand on my forehead, then my cheeks.

"You are a little warm," he murmured. "What's making you feel sick?"

I glanced to Wes and without a beat he answered, "It's her head."

"Alright squirt, I'll get you some pain meds." I closed my eyes, clearing my thoughts. I could hear Sam shuffling papers over in the corner and finally I felt Dean sit down next to me. "Here, open up." Dean held my head up and gave me pills and some water. "That should make you feel better."

Did you use your powers?

Why would you ask that?

The last time you had a headache like this was when we were trying to reach out to each other that time Bobby split us up.

Oh.

So you have then?

Please don't say anything to Dean. He'll make me quit.

I won't say anything to Dean.

I felt like I only closed my eyes for a minute when I finally regained consciousness. I opened my eyes, rubbing them. The headache disappeared and just left a throbbing sensation. I glanced around the room and noticed it was a little darker. I saw Wes sitting at the table working on something.

Where's Sam and Dean? I asked.

"They went to work on a case. I'm working on homework Sam left for me and I'm supposed to call them when you wake up."

"Oh. Okay." I tossed the covers off of me and made my way over to Wes, sitting next to him. "I'm sorry for worrying you. I didn't know it would make me sick."

"It's okay. You were out for a while though." Wes looked up and I could see the guilt written over his face.

"What?" Panic rushed through me and I started to twist my fingers.

"I had to tell someone." He finally confessed.

"Who did you tell?"

"Sam."

"Why would you do that?!" I yelled, throwing the chair behind me. "You don't have a clue what you just did!"

"Hey calm down." Wes's face started to twist into the "bitch face", signaling that a fight was about to erupt.

"Don't tell me to call down you freakin' rat!" I set my jaw forward, glaring at him.

"I was worried about you!" He defended himself. He stood up and our faces barely touched. "You can't tell me you wouldn't do the same thing!"

"So you told Dean? The one damn person I specifically said to not tell?" My anger started to flare.

"I told Sam!"

"Oh, sorry. It's not like Dean won't find out." I snapped sarcastically.

"Why in the hell are you mad at me?" Wes growled.

"You told them I was using my powers!"

"He actually didn't." I heard Dean growl behind me. I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths and finally turned around.

Sam and Dean stood tall behind me, their arms crossed. "Hi." I whispered, not trusting my voice to hide the fear inside of me.

"Sit down." Dean pointed to the chair and he sat in front of me. "Enough. What is going on?"

I sighed, dropping my eyes to my feet. "I can't answer that," I answered meekly. "I'll get in trouble."

"Trouble with who?" Sam asked. "You're already in trouble, Jen."

My stomach curdled, but I kept my mouth shut. "I'm sorry Sam."

"Let's go for a walk." Sam grabbed my hand and we left Dean and Wes. He held my hand as we started walking away from the hotel. "You've been acting weird, but you keep looking at me as if I know what's going on." He dropped down to one knee so he was eye-level. "Sweetheart, please just talk to me."

"You said if I told anyone, I'd be in a lot of trouble though. Now you want me to talk?"

"You can talk to me. Right?" Sam ran his fingers through his hair and waited patiently for me to answer.

"You've been training me. You said no one else could find out."

"So we train when you're asleep."

I nodded. Sam pulled me in for a hug and I heard a huge sigh from him. "Hon, I don't want you to train anymore. The Sam in your dreams, it's not me. Okay?"

"But it is you! Well kind of. I think he's the future you. When you visited my dream the first time, you said I had to have been nine now—like you were trying to recall how old I was."

"Sweetheart. It's not me. Okay? I need you to stop the training. It's going to get you hurt and even though we haven't known you, we don't want you getting hurt. Okay?" "Okay, Sam."

"Promise me."

"I promise. Hey Sam?" He took my hand once again and we made our way back towards the motel.

"What is it?"

"Do we have to tell Dean or Dad? You're going to be mad at me when you find out."

"Sweetheart, I'm going to tell you one more time. The Sam in your dreams—that's not me. I wouldn't encourage you to do something that would hurt you, and I wouldn't encourage you to keep something from Dad or Dean if it meant that you would get hurt or that you're training. Okay?"

"Sam?" I whispered, tugging on his hand. "Does Dean always follow through on a promise?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"Well…I guess I've technically been lying to him." I squeezed Sam's hand, burying my head into his hip.

"Own up to it. Tell the truth. Maybe Dean will let you off." Sam didn't exactly sell it with his confidence, but I knew we had to walk in the motel room eventually. I took a deep breath and followed Sam inside.