I'm sorry, Jen. I really am. I didn't think Sam would catch on!

Whatever, Wes! You threw me under the bus! Why the fuck did you have to pull me into it?!

"That's it! Wes go serve your time in the bathroom." Sam growled. I heard him sigh in defeat as he dragged himself to the bathroom.

"Jen, come here." I turned from the corner and just let out a sigh, walking over to him. He picked me up and put me on his knee, wrapping his arms around me. "You want to tell me what is going on?"

"I haven't been having anymore dreams, Sammy. I told Wes that I was because I didn't want him to feel bad about having Crowley in his dreams." I thanked God I didn't have to look Sam in the face or that Dean was in the room. Dean would have known in a heartbeat that I was lying right now. "I wouldn't have lied to Wes about it if I knew he was going to do something stupid."

"Why didn't you tell us he was having dreams?"

"I thought I would give him a chance to tell you." Sam stroked my hair, silent. I glanced up and noticed the twitch in his jaw was gone and a spark of relief went through me. I was in the clear, but my stomach had butterflies.

I jerked forward when I heard Dean come in. I watched closely as he headed to the bathroom. "Where's Wes?" Dean turned around, confused.

"He should be in the bathroom." Sam set me down and got up, running his hands through his hair. "Dammit. He must have gone out the window!"

"Well, way to let him out of your sight Sammy!"

"It wasn't my fault Dean!"

"He was under your watch!" Dean growled. He started pacing back and forth.

"We need to find him."

"No shit." Dean mumbled grabbing his keys off the counter, snapping at me to follow him. I bit my tongue to hold back my comment about not being a dog. I didn't think that would do me any favors with him on edge. I climbed in the back of the impala, staring out the window for any hint of Wes. I didn't feel him in danger. I would know right?

I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and I quickly pulled it out, blanching at the name across the screen. "Uh, Dean?"

"What?" Dean glanced at me in the rearview mirror as Sam casually looked over his shoulder.

"Dad's calling."

"Don't answer it."

My jaw dropped. "Did you tell me to disobey Dad? He's gonna kill me!" I whined.

"Don't say anything about Wes." He turned the radio off as I flipped the phone open.

"Hi Daddy!"

Hey sweetheart. I tried calling your brothers, you guys on the road?

"Yeah."

Are you and Wes behaving?

"Yes sir."

Alright, well I'll be heading to the motel in a few hours so I'll meet you guys there okay?

"Alright, dad."

Love you.

"You too." I flipped the phone shut, hitting my head against the back of Dean's seat.

"You realize that he's going to kick your ass more for lying than not answering your phone?" Sam smirked, ruffling my hair.

"Shut up, Sammy." I growled, trying hard to mimic Dean's. Sam just laughed and turned around searching the crowds for his little brother. I closed my eyes trying to get a sense of him, anywhere.

I'm with Crowley.

What?! Why are you with him?

He decided I needed to train in person. I'm sorry. I'll be home soon.

I suddenly couldn't feel him anymore, and I gulped as I watch Sam and Dean stare at me in awe. "What in the holy hell was that?" Dean gaped.

"What?" I snapped back, suddenly uncomfortable.

"You just…you just glowed completely." Sam's eyes were bewildered as both him and Dean waited for me to respond.

"Well. This is awkward." I mumbled, wanting to be anywhere but here.