My feet were starting to hurt but I didn't dare move in the corner. Twenty minutes had passed since Dean went on his run and Wes and I were sent to the corner. Neither of us spoke and Sam just sat at the table clicking away at his computer.

"Sammy?" Wes whimpered, barely audible.

"No talking in the corner, Wes."

"Sam…is Dean going to kill us?" Wes' voice cracked, but he didn't move a muscle from the corner.

At first, Sam didn't respond. Instead, he just sighed and there wasn't a sound made in the hotel room. "Come here, Wes." I could hear a sharp sigh as Wes slowly made his way to Sammy. I turned around briefly to see what was going to happen. Sam pulled Wes in between his legs and made him look up. "That car is very important to him. Dad gave it to him, and honestly that car has been pretty much like a home since we were really little. There are millions of miles on that car and Dean's rebuilt it several times. He's not angry about the windshield being broken, I'm sure it was an accident, and Dean could replace it." Sam took a breath and his eyes got sad. "I don't know what he's thinking, but you just listen to what he says and don't argue with him. Okay?"

"Well, I don't think Jen should get in trouble." Wes confessed, his eyes dropping down. "It was my fault."

"Well, you're going to tell Dean that." Sam turned him around and nudged him towards the corner.

The door opened and a relief came over me as I saw that some of the anger disappeared from Dean. He pointed harshly for me to turn back around and I definitely did.

"Did you have a good run?"

"Fantastic. Want to hand me a beer?" Dean pulled the chair out and sat in it. "I went searching in the trunk, look what I found?" I couldn't see what Dean had set on the table but I heard Sam scoff. "Yeah I know, still gives me the jeebies."

I held my breath when Dean walked past me and I wasn't sure if I was thankful that he didn't acknowledge me or not.

I am going to get us out of this—well you at least. I could hear the guilt in Wes.

There's no hope.

I'm sorry. I just got mad at you. I don't know why I threw it so hard.

It's fine.

Will you remember that?

I said it's—I immediately cut off my thought when I heard Sam clear his throat. "Guys, I wouldn't want to add anything to the crimes."

"Yes sir." Wes and I sighed.

Five minutes had passed, but it felt like eternity. I started to peel away at the wallpaper, the hair on my neck sticking out when I heard Dean finally get out of the bathroom. "Here." He grunted, pushing clothes into my chest, doing the same to Wes. "You got two minutes to change." I ran into the bathroom changing into the ACDC shirt and sweats Dean handed me. Luckily I was able to draw the strings so they wouldn't fall. I walked out seeing Wes in an Eric Clapton shirt, in almost the same attire as me. We stood straight up and waited for Dean to give further instructions.

"We're going to start with stretches." He got on the floor, motioning for us to do the same. Dean didn't say anything, other than instructing us on the stretches. After about ten minutes, he stood up. "Alright, I'm going to demonstrate how to properly do a push up. Then you're going to do 25 of them." We watched Dean carefully as he demonstrated a proper push-up. We got on the floor and started, with Dean instructing us to count them off and keep our back straight. It was a lot harder to do than the way Dean made it out to be, but he did them with us.

"Alright, now we're going to do Sit-ups. Sammy, hold my feet. Wes, hold your sister's the way Sammy's holding mine. We're going to do 30 of them. Jen, keep up with me." I sighed as I mimicked Dean's form and only had him to tell me to go faster. Finally, only after one stop I managed to do all 30, even though my ribs yelled at me. Dean motioned for me to hold Wes' feet, but he kept on the ground, doing the thirty with him also. Wes did better than me, not having to stop but he was told to go faster twice.

"Water break." Dean got up and threw a bottle of water to Wes and me. Only a few seconds passed and Dean opened the door, motioning us to follow him. "Let's go. You fall behind, you find your own way home. Understood?"

"Yes sir." Wes and I glanced at each other, but immediately started running behind Dean. He was keeping a nice pace going but we both felt an immediate sense of relief when we noticed that Sammy was running behind us. Dean took us running through the woods across the motel. Just when the pain started in my side, he picked up the pace tremendously—almost sprinting. Panic rose through me and Wes and I started sprinting after Dean. "Dean, wait!" Wes cried out, sprinting as fast as he could but Dean didn't slow down. Wes reached over and grabbed my hand as we sprinted as fast as we could, still seeing Dean had disappeared. Finally after about twenty minutes we made it back to the hotel, Dean waiting on the steps with three bottles of water. He threw them at us, along with a towel.

"The demons aren't going to care if you're tired. You run hard, understood?" Dean said, standing up motioning us to follow him back in the words. "You did good," he continued. "Now, for fighting 101." Dean motioned for me to get in front of him. "What is the most important skill in fighting?"

"Strength?"

"No. Defense. The mind." Dean held out his hands. "Hit me as hard as you can."

I could feel my eyes widen as I turned to Sam. He nodded at me to do what Dean said, so I reared back and punched him slightly. He caught my arm and slapped me upside the head. "OW!" I yelled, glaring at him.

"I said to hit me. I meant it." Dean returned the glare.

I took a breath and hit him. Dean smirked. "Not bad. We're going to practice your hitting over the next few days. You will obey every order I give you. Wes, you'll obey every order too. It doesn't matter what Sam or I say, you do it until I'm confident you can listen. Understand?"

"Yes sir."

Without another word, Dean headed back up to the motel and Wes and I followed. We sat on the bed and waited for Dean to speak. "What happened with the car?"

"It was my fault. We were bouncing the ball back and forth, and I got mad at something Jen said so I threw it as hard as I could and she ducked, causing it to hit the impala. When we didn't get caught, we thought it would be best to not tell you because we thought you'd lose it completely." Wes confessed, peeking up gaging Dean's reactions. However, Dean didn't change demeanor.

"I hate lying. If you would have told me, yeah I would have been mad but glad you owned up to it. Instead, you took the coward route and didn't tell me. Winchesters are not cowards, and I sure as hell am not going to have my siblings be cowards. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

Dean walked over to the table and picked up a paddle. My jaw dropped as I noticed it was the same paddle that Dad used to threaten us with, but only twice had we been punished with it. "You have a choice, you can either get a spanking or you can be grounded."

"May we discuss this for a second?" I asked, with as much politeness I could muster. Dean nodded, a tiny smirk forming.

What are the pros and cons, Jen?

The cons are we'd get our asses kicked. Plus, we'd get another one from Daddy.

"How long would we be grounded for?" Wes asked, his face serious. "And what would our punishments during the grounding be?"

Dean grabbed a chair and sat in front of us. "You would be grounded for two weeks. As far as the punishments during the grounding, it would basically be whatever I come up with. Also, no complaining."

"Are you going to tell Dad?" I could see the fear in Wes' face with that question.

"I won't tell him." Dean answered.

How bad could the grounding be, Wes?

"Okay. We've reached a decision. We'll take the grounding."

"You understand that once you make a decision, you can't back out of it."

"Yes sir." We both agreed, shaking Dean's hand.

"Good. I knew you'd say that." Dean smirked, getting up from the chair. He handed us a bucket full of soap and water. "You are going to clean the bathroom from top to bottom. You have an hour. Chop-chop."

Wes and I groaned, as we re-examined the bathroom. There was grime all over the walls, and roaches crawling along the baseboards. "Why did Dad pick this hotel again?" I groaned, but immediately shut it when Dean's eyebrow raised at the note of complaining. It was definitely going to be a long two weeks.

"When you're done, come find me. Don't take more than an hour!" Dean walked away, humming 'Back in Black.'

He completely played us, didn't he?

Yep. And we shook on it. I'll take the tub. I groaned again as I began to scrub the tub, completely disgusted as I saw the tub turn from a cream to a white color. I shuddered, but continued. "Good one, Dean." I muttered.