Sam sighed, lifting me onto his lap. "Listen sweetheart, Cas and I really just want to save our future. You're the way to go."

"Dad is going to kill me Sammy. That's if Dean and you let me live." I buried my head into Sam's shoulder, glaring at Cas.

"We do not have time for this." Cas leaned forward and stood me on my feet. "This is your destiny."

"Screw destiny!" I crossed my arms and stuck out my jaw. Cas stood straight and sighed.

"She's definitely as stubborn as Dean." Castiel reached forward and sighed. "Maybe she doesn't have what it takes to hunt the demon who takes her family." He lifted his finger and I slapped it away.

"What are you talking about?"

"No. We don't risk telling you the future if you're going to run your mouth. Do you trust me?" Sam's voice was soft. He lifted my chin, studying me.

"I trust you. I just don't trust him." I glared at Castiel, earning a smirk from Sam.

"Dean didn't either at first, but Cas is a good guy." Sam ruffled my hair. "Alright, let's get started." He took my hand, leading me towards a clearing in the woods.

"Sit." Cas ordered. He sat in front of me, taking both of my hands. "What I want you to do, is to will me out of your mind."

"What do—" I shrieked as the pain shot through my spine. I could see fragments of my past through Cas' eyes.

"Breathe." I heard Cas' gentle voice, but it didn't calm any nerves. I immediately reached forward to grab him by his trenchcoat, but I heard Sam's voice. "Breathe." He repeated Cas' words in the same gentle tone.

"It hurts," I whimpered.

"Don't let him." Sam said simply. He stroked my hair, and before I knew it another jolt went through my spine causing me to cripple on the floor.

"STOP!" I yelled. Cas flew back into the wall, crashing to the floor immediately relinquishing my pain. My eyes grew with horror as I realized what I did, but instead of an angry Cas, he got up and smiled.

"You're improving well, Jen." He brushed off the dirt and motioned to Sam. "Your brother is right—you learn well in battle."

I looked up at Sammy and smiled. "What now?"

"This is something we'll have to continue practicing but only when we meet."

"Okay."

"However, I want you to pay really close attention to me. Learn Latin incantations and the symbols. Those are things that should be really helpful for you." Sam placed me on his lap. "I mean it. Remember, arguing with me isn't the way to go. If you learn and you're dedicated, I'll teach you."

"Yes sir. What about PT?"

"Get Dean to work with you."

"He won't let me hunt though." I pouted, crossing my arms.

"Don't come at it from a hunter's perspective. He'll shut it down every time. Instead, look at it from someone who needs to protect themself. That should nip Dean in the bud." Sammy smiled.

"Alright."

"We're out of time, Sam. We need to leave." Cas touched my forehead and immediately, I woke up.

I groaned and rolled over in the bed, rolling on top of Dean's arm. I opened my eyes and sighed when I saw the clock in bold red letters: 07:48. I scowled, thinking Cas could have kept me longer than 8 am. I slowly peeled back the covers and got out of bed.

"Jen." I turned around and saw Wes with wide eyes. Did you have another dream?

Why would you ask me that?

Crowley came to me in my dream.

I had a dream too.

Should we tell Sam and Dean?
NO!

But—

"What are you guys doing awake?" I heard Dean growl. "It's not even 8."

"We couldn't sleep." I answered.

"I'm awake." Sam growled in the same tone as Dean, rolling out of bed. "I'll get breakfast." He straightened his clothes and stumbled out of the room, Wes following.

"C'mere squirt." I sat in the chair next to the bed, my knees against my chest. "Is something bothering you?"

"No."

"You know if there's anything going on you could tell me. Even if you think you'll get in trouble."

"I know, Dean."

"You're not lying to me are you?"

"No! Geez, Dean."

"Alright."

Dean jumped out of the bed, backpack over his shoulder into the bathroom. I nearly jumped when Sam and Wes came in. Sam pushed Wes towards the corner, and pointed a crooked finger at me, motioning to do the same.

"Uh, Sam?"

"Corner. Now." Sam towered over me and immediately I ran straight for the corner.

What the hell happened?

I felt Sam grab my shoulder and turn me around. "If I were you, I'd keep your thoughts to yourself."

"Yes sir."

"I'm in the shower five minutes, and you can't stay out of trouble?" Dean smirked. I turned to say a smartass remark, but the look on Sam's face encouraged me otherwise. "Seriously, what did they do?"

"Wes tells me that he's been talking to Crowley and that Jen's been going to me in her dreams again."

I am going to kill you. I banged my head against the wall.

"You know, Jen. You and Wes were really good. You guys did the grounding without complaining, you haven't gotten in any trouble the past week."

"So does that mean we get a free pass?"

"Come here, squirt."

I sighed, and slowly made my way to Dean. "You lied to me. I asked you if there was anything going on, and you said no multiple times."

"I'm sorry, Dean." I whispered, the guilt on his face hurt.

"We didn't technically do anything." Wes spoke up.

"You didn't technically do anything? I'm sorry…last time I checked, TRYING TO CONTROL THE WAITRESS IS DOING SOMETHING!" Sam bellowed angrily.

"He what?" I gasped.

"He tried to get the waitress to give him coffee, after I said no. He kept doing it with his mind though. It's hard to explain."

"I didn't think you'd catch on." He muttered.

"Both of you, corner. Now." Sam threatened.

"Are you going to spank us?" I have never wanted to throat punch Wes before that question.

"That's up to Dad." Sam angrily flipped his phone open, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

The first chance I get, I'm kicking your ass Wes.