Listen, Kid

How about a "Yes, Sir"?

Chapter 3

The same day, 9:57 pm

In the bunker

Jayla's POV

Sam's taking me to my room, while I'm trying my best to get out of his grip. It's not working. Like, at all.

Sam: Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?

Jayla: I don't think I should be in any trouble.

Sam: I know you don't. If you thought that what you did was wrong, you wouldn't have done it. If you thought that sneaking out after being told that you couldn't go somewhere was wrong, you wouldn't have done it. Or maybe you would have. You don't really seem to give a damn about what you do or whether or not it's wrong.

He takes me inside my room, where we find Dean, standing by my bed with his belt in his hand. Sam takes me over to my bed and starts leaving the room. Where the hell's he going? He can't just take me in here and then leave.

Jayla: Where are you going?

Sam: When you're done here, you're gonna come find me, in my room.

Jayla: No-

Sam: Jayla, you've gotten yourself in enough trouble, tonight. Don't argue with me right now. I'm not in the mood. You were told no, you snuck out, now you're gonna face the consequences for once.

Jayla: For once? What's-

Dean: We've never made you face a single consequence, for anything, a day in your life. You've never been punished or disciplined for anything, Jayla. That ends today. I gave you one last chance to fix your behavior, and you didn't take it. Instead of taking the chance I gave you, you snuck out. So you're gonna spend the rest of tonight on a sore ass, and you're grounded for the next week.

Grounded? He can't do that. He can't ground me.

Jayla: Grounded?

Sam: Yeah. Grounded. You've never been grounded before, so let me explain what the means. It means no phone, no TV, no video games, and no leaving the house unless you're with me or Dean.

Dean: Give me your phone.

Jayla: What? No.

Dean: Jayla Lynn Winchester, give me your phone.

Jayla: Dean, you can't-

He cuts me off my reaching forward and grabbing my phone, from my pocket.

Jayla: Hey-

Dean: You can have it back in a week.

He puts my phone in his pocket and pulls me closer to him. Then he sits down on my bed and tries pulling me over his knees.

Jayla: No.

Dean: Kid, it's happening whether or not you want it to. So-

Jayla: No, it's not. You can't make me-

Aaand I'm over his knees. He throws one of his legs over both of mine, holding me down, where I am. Well there goes my plan to get up and run away. I go to call for Sam, but then I see that he's no longer in the room. That bitch really left me to fend for myself against an angry Dean? Really? I'm so gonna get him back for this.