Sammy opened the door for me and motioned for me to go on in. I took a deep breath and trudged my way in. I peeked around the corner and found Wes still sitting at the table, and Dean at the stove. Wes glanced up and shot a half smile at me.

I really am sorry.

I forgive you. I know I really worried you. I'm sorry.

"Sit down, Jen." Dean ordered. I sat on the bed and folded my hands in my lap. I studied Sam as he made his way to the other table by the window. He took out his laptop and went to typing away. Dean dried his hands and made his way towards me, grabbing a chair and planting it directly in front of me. He sat in the chair, leaning it back. He looked exhausted.

"Alright, squirt. Want to tell me what's going on?"

"Not really." I muttered.

"Let me rephrase that." Dean leaned in. "Tell me what's going on."

I glanced over at Sam and he gave me an encouraging nod. I took a deep breath and looked back to Dean. He rubbed his hands over his jaws, scratching at the stubbles.

"Will you promise me you won't get mad?" I could feel my stomach twist in knots.

Dean just sighed. "You can either tell me, or you can tell Dad. It's your choice." Dean folded his arms across his chest. "I will listen to you and take in consideration a few things. Dad would just beat your ass on principle alone."

I could feel my face scrunch as I realized that Dean was telling the truth. "I'll talk to you," I concluded. "I don't know where to start, Dean."

"Eyes up," he gently put his finger under my chin and raised it so I was looking at his eyes. "Start from the beginning. I want to know what's going on."

I bit my lip, and took a deep breath. For someone who may or may not get an ass beating, I was surprisingly calm. "It started when Sam visited my dreams. When he approached me, he said that I must have been nine and I just started going on the road with you guys. He said it in a way that made me think he was from the future. He said I had abilities, and he wanted to train me. He would work with me on my abilities, and I was to keep it a secret and make sure I stayed on top of my PT with you. He said I couldn't tell anyone, especially you. I wasn't even allowed to tell Wes, but he was right! I could exorcise a demon with my thoughts. That's what caused my huge headache though."

"Why did you trust Sam in your dream?"

"Honestly? Because he was willing to train me and I wanted to learn."
"What was he going to train you for?" Dean asked, his voice getting low. Judging by his face, I knew he knew what the answer was; he just wanted to hear it out loud. Guilt poured over me as I stared at the floor again.

I bit my lip, scrambling my thoughts in my head and trying to figure out what to say. I didn't care that Dean would rather hear the truth; hunting is something Dad and him felt strongly about.

"Get your ass in the corner now." Dean growled. "Wes, do you know why?"

Wes hung his head. I won't be mad at you if you tell him. I hung my head in defeat; I made it to the corner and stood tall and straight, with my nose against the wall.

"He was going to train her to be a hunter. If there was any other agenda, I don't know what it is."

"How long did you know about this, Wes?" Dean growled again.

"This morning." Wes's voice sounded innocent and young. In that moment, I was thankful that he wasn't involved. I don't think I could live with the guilt if he were to get in trouble for saving me.

"Then you can go with me to get dinner." I heard Wes shuffle around, then a few seconds later the door opening and slamming shut.

"Jen." Sam said simply. "I'm proud of you for telling Dean the truth." I felt him put a hand on my shoulder. "I mean that. If the Sam in your dream tells you otherwise, I want you to ignore him. Okay sweetheart?"

"Yes Sam." I whispered. For a moment, I forgot about Sam in my dream. "Sam, what do I…"I trailed off, not trusting my emotions. I could feel the tears starting to streak down my cheeks.

Sam turned me around and put me on his lap. "What is it?"

"What do I do about the Sam in my dream?"

"We'll figure something out. Don't worry. Okay?" Sam pulled me in for a hug and I breathed in the scent of faint cologne and whiskey. I nodded my head. For a while, Sam and I just sat in silence. I wasn't sure what to think, or if Dean was going to be angry with me. I didn't want him to be, but I knew that it was practically inevitable.

"Sam?"

"What is it?" His voice was soft; I could feel his chest hum when he spoke.

"Do you think Dean will forgive me?" I could feel the heat of the tears. I just closed my eyes and buried my face in his chest. I didn't want Dean to be upset with me.

"He'll forgive you. He might punish you, but he'll forgive you." He finally answered. He set me on my feet and pointed to the corner. Sam's face was long. He's a tall guy but his face was apparent that he was exhausted.

"We're back with breakfast food!" I heard Wes exclaim as he barreled in the door. I could hear the ruffling of bags and the smell of sausage and pancakes. "Dean said even though it was night time, we could get breakfast!" I shook my head smiling. Wes's favorite meal was breakfast at dinnertime.

"Sammy, any news?" Dean scruffily asked.

"No. Good here." Sammy replied.

My stomach flipped around, hoping that Dean would just forget about me being in the corner. I heard the phone ring and sighed. It would mean Dean would wait longer to deal with me.

"Yeah." I heard him answer. "We're in the motel. See you in five."

"Who was that?" Wes mumbled.

"Hey," Sam scolded. "Don't talk with your mouth full."

"Sorry."

Will you ask Dean when I get to eat? My stomach started to growl.

"Dean?"

"What is it Wes?"

"Is Jen going to eat?"

"Jen Winchester." I felt Dean right behind me.

"Yes sir?" I responded meekly.

"Talking to Wes counts as disobeying timeout rules." He growled. "You don't want me to deal with you before I'm ready to. Understood?"

"Yes sir."

I heard the door open. "Dad!" Wes exclaimed. I smiled and turned around and ran towards him.

"We missed you!" I jumped in his arms. He chuckled and set both of us on the bed.

"I missed you guys too." He turned to Sam and Dean at the table and smiled. "How did everything go here?"

"Ask your daughter." Dean scowled.

Dad turned and my stomach dropped. I was so excited to see him, I forgot about being in trouble. "I am going back to the corner now." I quickly jumped off the bed, but Dad grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"Wes, bathroom."

Wes ran into the bathroom, and Dad glared at me. "What happened?"

I glanced over at Sam and he nodded his head for me to tell him. "Well, I have been talking to Sam in my dreams. He's been training me to hunt by using my abilities. I lied to Dean about it and disobeyed him when he said I couldn't train."

"Dean?"

"Yes sir?" Dean stood attentive, and I watched Dad carefully as he observed his oldest. I didn't see this going very well in favor of me.

"She disobeyed your orders. Do you want me to handle this, or would you like to handle it?"

"As long as she gets the consequences she deserves, I don't have a preference as to who hands it out."

Dad turned to me and stared at me. I could see that he was trying to figure out what to do. I felt guilty and I could feel the tears coming back.

"You will get a spanking from Dean tonight. You are grounded for two weeks. You will get a list of stuff you have to do everyday from one of us. You complete it without arguing."

"Yes sir."

"There's more. How many times did you get in trouble?"

Fuck. "I got a spanking from Dean once."

"Look at me." I looked up and I could see the anger starting to show. "This is your final warning. You're on thin ice. If you disobey a direct order again, I'm taking my belt off and whooping your ass right then and there. You should consider yourself damn lucky that I'm not handing out an ass-whooping now and I'm letting Dean do it." He leaned in so that our noses were almost touching. "You better be on your best behavior or I'll change my mind."

My face blanched and I only shook my head, not trusting words to come out of my mouth. I got off the bed and made my way towards Dean. The tears started coming down.

"I'm sorry, Dean."

"I know." He lifted me from the floor and wrapped me in his arms. "I forgive you, but I still have to punish you sweetheart."

He pulled the kitchen chair out and sat down. Dean pulled me over his knee and his hand fell hard. He didn't bother to lecture, but he just continued to spank me. I couldn't bring myself to beg him to stop. The tears fell deaf on his ears. Finally, Dean stopped, rubbing circles in my back. I stood up. He pulled me into a hug, and I nearly fell asleep until I heard Dad clear his throat. I turned my head towards him and saw him with the paddle beside him. My eyes widened, and I could feel my insides churned.

"Come here please." Dad ordered. I walked over to him and in one swift motion, he pulled my jeans down, flipped me across his knee, and he had my underwear joining my jeans. "You're getting ten."

"But Daddy—" Before I had a chance to protest, I felt the first hit. I knew right then it wasn't going to be an easy spanking. He landed another quickly. "I'M SORRY." I bawled, hoping to get him to stop. I knew I deserved it, but it didn't mean I wanted it. I could feel Dean's spanking on fire, and Dad definitely knew how to wield a paddle. "I won't ever disobey again!" I sobbed, before incoherently making promises again. Finally, I felt him pull up my underwear and he rubbed circles on my back as I tried to breathing.

Daddy lifted me carefully on his knees and wrapped his arms around me, much like Dean does. I took in his scent—he smelled like oil, whiskey, and faded cinnamon. "I don't want you hunting, sweetheart."

"You let Sam and Dean hunt." I sniffled.

"I didn't have a choice with them. I also learned my lesson."

"I want to though, Daddy."

"Sweetheart, I said no." When I didn't say anything, he took his finger under my chin and made me face him. "I mean it. I don't want to have this discussion again. The reason I paddled you after Dean spanked you-you disobeyed his orders, and you let someone else influence you. Sweetheart, if and when I decide you should train will be up to me, and me alone. Do you understand?" He stroked my hair and I shut my mouth and decided to drop the subject. I smiled as I realized that there might be hope to be a hunter.