"Jessica Mary Winchester, what did I specifically say to you before I got out of the car?" Dean asked angrily.
"Stay in the car." Jessie mumbled. She hated her full name.
"Exactly. And you told me that you understood me. Were you lying or did you dilibritly disobey me?"
"No, but dad technically I did obey you. My legs were in the car, so I was still in the car. At least partly." Jessie pointed out.
"Don't give me those technicalities Jessica." Dean snapped. "Obviously you're not ready to start helping with hunts. I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt but you've proven that you're just not ready to hunt."
"Oh, Daddy, please." Jessie clasped her hands together dramatically. "Please let me hunt, I'm ready for it, I swear! Please!!!" She begged but Dean just shook his head.
"No. No, you are going to sit here in the motel room until we get back and you're not going to leave this room without my supervision. That's final Jessica." With that Dean turned and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Jessie exhaled angrily and ran to the window as the Impala pulled out.
"Moron!" Jessie shouted in anger she turned and stomped over to her bed. She tore off her dress and ripped open her shoulder bag and pulled out her jeans and one of her pink t-shirts and pulled them on. She then kicked the bed post. "Ow, ow, ow!!!!!! "She cried, clutching her toes. With tears in her eyes she sat on her bed, crossed her arms and sat there pouting. She glared around the room until her eyes landed on Zebra. Sure it may be dirty, torn, and beat up but it was the still her favorite thing in the world next to Sam and Dean. She scooped it up into her arms and hugged it to her chest. Eventually she fell asleep there at the foot of her bed, clutching Zebra to her chest.
