Joyride III
Title: Joyride III
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Dean, Ben (13) Alice (6)
Summary: Ben steals the key to the Impala and tries to drive it
Disclaimer: Dean Winchester and Ben Braeden do not belong to me. This is a non-profit fanfiction.
Warning: Contains spanking of a minor by a parent
Author`s Note: Prompt by always_angel. Thank you, hope you enjoy! In this story, Ben is Dean`s son. Alice is my OC.
The first Joyride story includes only Ben and Dean. In that version, Ben is 16, and Dean is not his father. You can read that story here: capricorn86.livejournal.com/4416.html
Joyride III
“Ben.”
Dean tries to get the attention of this thirteen-year-old son, who is sitting on the living room floor, playing a game on his PS 2.
“Don`t you think you should let your cousin have a go at that?” Dean asks, nodding towards six-year-old Alice, who is sitting on the floor next to Ben, curiously watching as the boy plays.
Ben once more ignores his father, and Dean gives an irritated sigh.
“Ben!” he says, more sharply.
“What?” he teenager snaps rudely.
“Watch your tone,” Dean says sternly, then continues: “I`m going over to old Miss McDoogle`s house, she needs help with mowing her lawn. I won`t be gone long, but I need you to watch Alice.”
Ben shrugs, not taking his eyes off his game. “OK, whatever.”
“I`m serious!” Dean says. “She`s your responsibility when I`m not here.”
“Alright, already!” Ben growls, irritated at his dad for interrupting his gaming.
Dean sighs again, shaking his head, but decides to let that one go. He knows being a teenager isn`t easy, and if he were to scold the boy every time he gave Dean a rude reply, they`d never have a civil conversation.
He gives little Alice a friendly smile. She`s spending the day with her Uncle Dean because Sam is sick. Her sister Emily is spending the night at a friend`s house.
“Ben can fix you a snack if you get hungry.”
Alice nods and smiles.
“I won`t be gone long,” Dean repeats, then heads for the door.
Ben continues to game for a fairly long while. When Dean still hasn`t returned, Alice politely ask her cousin if he could make her a snack.
The teenager feels a small prick of guilty conscience. He has after all pretty much ignored his cousin since she got here.
He turns off his game console, gets up from the floor and stretches.
“Come on, kid,” he says to Alice. “Let`s head for the kitchen and see if Dad has anything edible in the fridge.”
The girl skips happily into the kitchen, her cousin slowly following her. But before Alice has time to choose what she wants to eat, a certain item has caught Ben`s attention.
The key to the Impala.
It lies on the counter top, just waiting... no, begging to be picked up.
How awesome, Ben thinks to himself, how awesome it would be to take that kick ass car for a spin. Dad would never know. He`s probably sitting inside old Miss McDoogle`s house right now having his ears talked off.
With that, Ben makes his descision. He casually grabs the car keys.
“Chow will have to wait, kid,” he tells Alice. “You and me are going for a drive!”
“Don`t call me ‘kid,’” Alice says, then adds: “I didn`t know you could drive.”
I can`t, but I`m about to learn how.
The garage door slides open, bathing the room in mild summer light. The hood of the Impala catches a few rays of sun, and the black varnish shines and glistens.
Alice climbs in the back of the car and eagerly buckles on her belt. Ben gets in the driver`s seat and clumsily readjusts the seat`s position. His legs are considerably shorter than Dean`s. The teenager feels his hand shake a little as he slides the key in the ignition. He`s watched his father start the car up a million times, how hard can it be? Upon the turning of the key, the car makes an odd sound, almost like a cough, and jolts forward.
Both Ben and Alice jump in their seats at the sudden movement.
“What happened?” little Alice enquires.
Ben doesn`t answer, instead he turns his attention to the pedals. Gas, brake... and a third one whose function he`s not sure of. Deciding to experiment, Ben places his foot on the clutch and turns the key once more. This time the engine roars to life. A satisfied grin blossoms on the young boy`s face. All right! This is so awesome!
He sits still for a whole minute, just relishing the feeling of sitting in the driver`s seat and having “awoken” the Impala.
Alice kicks her legs impatiently, wondering why her cousin doesn`t start driving.
“So where are we going?”
Her question catches Ben off guard. He honestly feels it`s epic just so sit and feel the gentle rumble of the engine. In front of him lies the world, well, the neighborhood anyway, and he`s ready to explore it. He just wants to savour the feeling for a few more moments. He gently strokes the dash, then clutches the steering wheel, turning it slightly this way and that. He catches himself wishing that this car will one day belong to him. It`s such a sweet ride.
“Ben?” Alice tries to get a reply from her cousin. Dragged out of his thoughts, Ben turns to face the girl sitting in the backseat, but before he can give any form of reply, the door on the driver`s seat is ripped open, and Ben is dragged out of the car by a very shocked and angry-looking Dean Winchester.
“Dad!” the boy squeaks, suddenly feeling like a little frightened mouse.
“What the hell do you think you`re doing?” Dean growls, then lets go of the boy`s arm. He bends over, reaches into the car and pulls the key from the ignition.
Alice unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the car. She did not miss the angry look on her uncle`s face.
Dean turns to his young niece, trying his best to make his face look friendly. “Alice, why don`t you go inside? Wait for me in the kitchen, I`ll make you a snack when I get back inside.”
The girl nods slowly, giving both her cousin and uncle a long, serious look. But being the shy, quiet person that she is, Alice doesn`t say anything. She simply turns around and quickly exits the garage, leaving Ben to face his father.
Ben feels very alone indeed as he forces himself to tear his gaze off the cement floor and look his dad in the eyes.
“Welcome home?” he chuckles nervously, offering a sheepish grin.
Dean is stone-faced, though inside he is raging with emotion.
“Thank God you had the sense to open the garage door before deciding to sit there for I- don``t-know-how-long with the engine running.” Dean`s voice quivers slightly as he thinks of what could have happened if Ben hadn`t opened the garage door, or if he`d even driven the Impala into the street. With his little cousin in the backseat, no less.
Ben gives his father a puzzled, confused look. He doesn`t understand what the man is implying.
“What on Earth possessed you to do this?” Dean asks. “What the hell went through your head when you grabbed the keys to my car and made an obvious attempt to drive it? Not to mention that you dragged Alice with you! If you had actually managed to get the Impala out of the garage, you could have seriously injured yourself, your cousin or someone else.”
Dean pauses to give his words time to sink in. Ben doesn`t speak, he has no defense or explanation for his actions. At least none that would lessen his father`s anger.
“Idiot!” Dean spits.
Ben winces. Okay, he deserved that one, but it`s still painful for the teenager to have his intelligence called into question by his own father.
“I`m sorry,” he says lamely.
“You certainly will be,” Dean growls, and grabs a firm hold of his son`s arm. He pulls the boy close to his side and bends him forward. It happens so quickly that Ben doesn`t even have time to react before he feels his jeans-clad butt being covered with blazing swats from his dad`s hand. The teenager yelps and squirms in an attempt to get away, but Dean`s iron fist is clutching Ben`s arm tightly, and no matter how the boy kicks and twists, Dean continues to relentlessly paddle his son`s backside.
Dean ignores the boy`s apologies and promises of future good behavior, he wants to make sure his son never goes near the Impala without permission ever again. So he increases the strength and speed of the spanking, making Ben struggle even more and vocalize both loudly and rudely. Dean`s hand keeps connecting with Ben`s backside until the teenager stops struggling and goes limp. When he`s openly crying, Dean finally stops.
He lets go of Ben and takes a step back, allowing the boy to compose himself. Ben sobs and sniffles loudly, frantically wiping away his tears as they come. He blushes deeply when he realizes that the garage door is still open, and he hopes none of the neighbors saw or heard what just went on.
“That really hurt,” Ben whines as he reaches behind himself to rub at the sting and throb in his rear end. He sniffles again. “You didn`t have to spank me so hard.”
Dean snorts. “It`s supposed to hurt, kid. But I think you know not to go near the Impala again without my permission, though it was a hard lesson to learn. And believe me,” Dean adds, “The spanking I just gave you is nothing compared to what Sam would do to you if he found out you tried to take his baby girl on a road trip.”
A terrible thought strikes Ben. “You don`t think she`ll tell on me?”
Dean gives a weak smile as he pulls his son close for a hug. “I certainly won`t,” he promises reassuringly. “He`d never trust me to watch her again!”
Dean rubs his hand comfortingly up and down Ben`s back, letting his son know he`s forgiven. Ben hugs his father tightly, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the embrace.
“Let`s hope little Alice knows how to keep a secret,” Dean chuckles as he ruffles the hair of his rebellious teenage son. “For both our sakes!”
THE END
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Dean, Ben (13) Alice (6)
Summary: Ben steals the key to the Impala and tries to drive it
Disclaimer: Dean Winchester and Ben Braeden do not belong to me. This is a non-profit fanfiction.
Warning: Contains spanking of a minor by a parent
Author`s Note: Prompt by always_angel. Thank you, hope you enjoy! In this story, Ben is Dean`s son. Alice is my OC.
The first Joyride story includes only Ben and Dean. In that version, Ben is 16, and Dean is not his father. You can read that story here: capricorn86.livejournal.com/4416.html
Joyride III
“Ben.”
Dean tries to get the attention of this thirteen-year-old son, who is sitting on the living room floor, playing a game on his PS 2.
“Don`t you think you should let your cousin have a go at that?” Dean asks, nodding towards six-year-old Alice, who is sitting on the floor next to Ben, curiously watching as the boy plays.
Ben once more ignores his father, and Dean gives an irritated sigh.
“Ben!” he says, more sharply.
“What?” he teenager snaps rudely.
“Watch your tone,” Dean says sternly, then continues: “I`m going over to old Miss McDoogle`s house, she needs help with mowing her lawn. I won`t be gone long, but I need you to watch Alice.”
Ben shrugs, not taking his eyes off his game. “OK, whatever.”
“I`m serious!” Dean says. “She`s your responsibility when I`m not here.”
“Alright, already!” Ben growls, irritated at his dad for interrupting his gaming.
Dean sighs again, shaking his head, but decides to let that one go. He knows being a teenager isn`t easy, and if he were to scold the boy every time he gave Dean a rude reply, they`d never have a civil conversation.
He gives little Alice a friendly smile. She`s spending the day with her Uncle Dean because Sam is sick. Her sister Emily is spending the night at a friend`s house.
“Ben can fix you a snack if you get hungry.”
Alice nods and smiles.
“I won`t be gone long,” Dean repeats, then heads for the door.
Ben continues to game for a fairly long while. When Dean still hasn`t returned, Alice politely ask her cousin if he could make her a snack.
The teenager feels a small prick of guilty conscience. He has after all pretty much ignored his cousin since she got here.
He turns off his game console, gets up from the floor and stretches.
“Come on, kid,” he says to Alice. “Let`s head for the kitchen and see if Dad has anything edible in the fridge.”
The girl skips happily into the kitchen, her cousin slowly following her. But before Alice has time to choose what she wants to eat, a certain item has caught Ben`s attention.
The key to the Impala.
It lies on the counter top, just waiting... no, begging to be picked up.
How awesome, Ben thinks to himself, how awesome it would be to take that kick ass car for a spin. Dad would never know. He`s probably sitting inside old Miss McDoogle`s house right now having his ears talked off.
With that, Ben makes his descision. He casually grabs the car keys.
“Chow will have to wait, kid,” he tells Alice. “You and me are going for a drive!”
“Don`t call me ‘kid,’” Alice says, then adds: “I didn`t know you could drive.”
I can`t, but I`m about to learn how.
The garage door slides open, bathing the room in mild summer light. The hood of the Impala catches a few rays of sun, and the black varnish shines and glistens.
Alice climbs in the back of the car and eagerly buckles on her belt. Ben gets in the driver`s seat and clumsily readjusts the seat`s position. His legs are considerably shorter than Dean`s. The teenager feels his hand shake a little as he slides the key in the ignition. He`s watched his father start the car up a million times, how hard can it be? Upon the turning of the key, the car makes an odd sound, almost like a cough, and jolts forward.
Both Ben and Alice jump in their seats at the sudden movement.
“What happened?” little Alice enquires.
Ben doesn`t answer, instead he turns his attention to the pedals. Gas, brake... and a third one whose function he`s not sure of. Deciding to experiment, Ben places his foot on the clutch and turns the key once more. This time the engine roars to life. A satisfied grin blossoms on the young boy`s face. All right! This is so awesome!
He sits still for a whole minute, just relishing the feeling of sitting in the driver`s seat and having “awoken” the Impala.
Alice kicks her legs impatiently, wondering why her cousin doesn`t start driving.
“So where are we going?”
Her question catches Ben off guard. He honestly feels it`s epic just so sit and feel the gentle rumble of the engine. In front of him lies the world, well, the neighborhood anyway, and he`s ready to explore it. He just wants to savour the feeling for a few more moments. He gently strokes the dash, then clutches the steering wheel, turning it slightly this way and that. He catches himself wishing that this car will one day belong to him. It`s such a sweet ride.
“Ben?” Alice tries to get a reply from her cousin. Dragged out of his thoughts, Ben turns to face the girl sitting in the backseat, but before he can give any form of reply, the door on the driver`s seat is ripped open, and Ben is dragged out of the car by a very shocked and angry-looking Dean Winchester.
“Dad!” the boy squeaks, suddenly feeling like a little frightened mouse.
“What the hell do you think you`re doing?” Dean growls, then lets go of the boy`s arm. He bends over, reaches into the car and pulls the key from the ignition.
Alice unbuckles her seatbelt and gets out of the car. She did not miss the angry look on her uncle`s face.
Dean turns to his young niece, trying his best to make his face look friendly. “Alice, why don`t you go inside? Wait for me in the kitchen, I`ll make you a snack when I get back inside.”
The girl nods slowly, giving both her cousin and uncle a long, serious look. But being the shy, quiet person that she is, Alice doesn`t say anything. She simply turns around and quickly exits the garage, leaving Ben to face his father.
Ben feels very alone indeed as he forces himself to tear his gaze off the cement floor and look his dad in the eyes.
“Welcome home?” he chuckles nervously, offering a sheepish grin.
Dean is stone-faced, though inside he is raging with emotion.
“Thank God you had the sense to open the garage door before deciding to sit there for I- don``t-know-how-long with the engine running.” Dean`s voice quivers slightly as he thinks of what could have happened if Ben hadn`t opened the garage door, or if he`d even driven the Impala into the street. With his little cousin in the backseat, no less.
Ben gives his father a puzzled, confused look. He doesn`t understand what the man is implying.
“What on Earth possessed you to do this?” Dean asks. “What the hell went through your head when you grabbed the keys to my car and made an obvious attempt to drive it? Not to mention that you dragged Alice with you! If you had actually managed to get the Impala out of the garage, you could have seriously injured yourself, your cousin or someone else.”
Dean pauses to give his words time to sink in. Ben doesn`t speak, he has no defense or explanation for his actions. At least none that would lessen his father`s anger.
“Idiot!” Dean spits.
Ben winces. Okay, he deserved that one, but it`s still painful for the teenager to have his intelligence called into question by his own father.
“I`m sorry,” he says lamely.
“You certainly will be,” Dean growls, and grabs a firm hold of his son`s arm. He pulls the boy close to his side and bends him forward. It happens so quickly that Ben doesn`t even have time to react before he feels his jeans-clad butt being covered with blazing swats from his dad`s hand. The teenager yelps and squirms in an attempt to get away, but Dean`s iron fist is clutching Ben`s arm tightly, and no matter how the boy kicks and twists, Dean continues to relentlessly paddle his son`s backside.
Dean ignores the boy`s apologies and promises of future good behavior, he wants to make sure his son never goes near the Impala without permission ever again. So he increases the strength and speed of the spanking, making Ben struggle even more and vocalize both loudly and rudely. Dean`s hand keeps connecting with Ben`s backside until the teenager stops struggling and goes limp. When he`s openly crying, Dean finally stops.
He lets go of Ben and takes a step back, allowing the boy to compose himself. Ben sobs and sniffles loudly, frantically wiping away his tears as they come. He blushes deeply when he realizes that the garage door is still open, and he hopes none of the neighbors saw or heard what just went on.
“That really hurt,” Ben whines as he reaches behind himself to rub at the sting and throb in his rear end. He sniffles again. “You didn`t have to spank me so hard.”
Dean snorts. “It`s supposed to hurt, kid. But I think you know not to go near the Impala again without my permission, though it was a hard lesson to learn. And believe me,” Dean adds, “The spanking I just gave you is nothing compared to what Sam would do to you if he found out you tried to take his baby girl on a road trip.”
A terrible thought strikes Ben. “You don`t think she`ll tell on me?”
Dean gives a weak smile as he pulls his son close for a hug. “I certainly won`t,” he promises reassuringly. “He`d never trust me to watch her again!”
Dean rubs his hand comfortingly up and down Ben`s back, letting his son know he`s forgiven. Ben hugs his father tightly, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the embrace.
“Let`s hope little Alice knows how to keep a secret,” Dean chuckles as he ruffles the hair of his rebellious teenage son. “For both our sakes!”
THE END