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Title: Blackout part 2
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: John, Dean (16) Sam (12) Bobby
Summary: John returns from his hunt, and isn`t exactly happy when Bobby tells him what the boys have been up to.
Warning: Contains spankings of teenagers by their father
Author`s Note: Read part 1 first, if you haven`t already.
Link: http://capricorn86.livejournal.com/19847.html
Bobby Singer sits up in bed. He thought he heard something, the sound of a car pulling up outside. He takes a quick glance at his watch. It`s nearly five in the morning.
He listens for a few seconds. He hears the unmistakable sound of a car door slamming. Bobby gets out of bed, pulls on a pair of pants and moves downstairs. When he gets to the front door, he is greeted by a very tired-looking John Winchester. The hunter moves slowly and quietly, closing the door behind him, giving Bobby a friendly smile in greeting.
“Welcome back, John,” Bobby says, returning the smile.
“Good to be back,” John replies. He removes his jacket and shoes.
“Didn`t expect you at this hour,” Bobby remarks.
“Drove all night. Things wrapped up quicker than expected.” John gives a small sigh. “I just wanted to get back to the boys as soon as possible.”
“So how did the hunt go?” Bobby asks.
John doesn`t meet his gaze. He waits for a few seconds before answering. “I don`t wanna talk, Bobby. I just want to check on my children and then get some sleep.”
Bobby nods. “You look like hell.”
John chuckles at his friend’s observation. “So do you, old man.”
Bobby grins.
“So where are the kids?” John asks.
Bobby looks at him. “In bed, where do you think? It`s five in the morning!”
“I just want to see them.”
As John moves towards the stairs, Bobby follows a couple of steps behind him.
“Hey, John?”
John turns to face the fellow hunter.
“There`s something I should tell you.”
“Can`t it wait?” John asks.
Bobby hesitates, and then nods. “Sure. It can wait.”
John opens the door to the boys’ bedroom. He doesn`t go inside, instead he leans against the doorframe, silently watching his sons sleep.
Dean is lying in the bed closest to the door. The teenager is lying on his stomach, arms on the pillow. It warms John`s heart to see how peaceful is eldest is looking. At least at night Dean gets a break from the stress, worry and responsibility he has to deal with daily.
John looks at Sam. His youngest is lying on his side, with his back to his father. The twelve-year-old suddenly moves in his sleep. Probably dreaming, John thinks. When Sam kicks the duvet, leaving his feet bare, John moves over to the bed and carefully places the duvet back over Sam`s feet so they won`t get cold.
Sam turns around on his back with a small groan. John smiles fondly. His youngest has always been a heavy sleeper.
Desperately needing some sleep of his own, John quietly exits the bedroom, taking a last glance at his children before carefully closing the door behind him.
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When the boys come down for breakfast, Bobby is nowhere to be found. He has already eaten, and prepared food for Sam and Dean. The brothers settle down, eating in silence. Taking a glance out the window, Sam discovers John`s car, realizing his father has returned from his hunt.
“Dean! Dad`s back!”
The older boy wolfs down the rest of his sandwich, and then leaves the table.
“Where are you going?” Sam asks, puzzled.
“The library,” Dean replies, not even turning around. “I need to try to cram some information in before Dad comes down and wants to hear what we learned from our research.”
Sam nods. That`s a good idea, he reckons. He`s not sure exactly how much he remembers from the reading he did the previous night. Without his notes… He gets up from the chair, quickly following his brother.
“Hang on, Dean! I`ll join you.”
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John Winchester opens his eyes. What the… Where the hell is he?
His eyes leap across the room, taking in the sight of familiar walls, a place he`s visited before, and will return to many times still. He`s at Bobby`s. John breathes a heavy sigh of relief. What a joyful feeling, awakening in a familiar place, and not some dusty, dirty motel room.
The hunter sits up in bed. His head feels numb and his eyes are heavy like stones.
Coffee. He needs coffee.
John gets dressed and slowly makes his way down the stairs. In Bobby`s kitchen he finds a pot of freshly brewed coffee. Giving a silent thought of thanks to his friend and fellow hunter, John pours himself a large cup. He carefully sips the black liquid, enjoying the feeling of warmth it brings to his stomach.
Next he makes himself a large sandwich, suddenly feeling ravenous. John really wants to go see his boys, but first he has to take care of his own basic needs.
When John has seated himself by the table and taken a huge chunk off his sandwich, Bobby enters the kitchen.
“Where have you been?” John asks with his mouth full.
Bobby looks uneasy as he sits down by the kitchen table. “John, we need to talk.”
John swallows, then grins. “Aww, Bobby. You`re not gonna dump me, are you? I thought our relationship was going so well.”
Bobby snorts, then chuckles. “I could never find anyone better than you, darling.”
John laughs, then takes another bite off his sandwich. He raises his eyebrows expectantly at Bobby when the other man fails to speak.
Bobby finally takes a deep breath. The boys told him everything last night, and now he repeats their words to John. As Bobby talks, he watches John’s happy expression grow ever darker. For Bobby, it`s like watching dark clouds gather on a spring morning.
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John walks towards the library, but before he reaches the doorway, he stops. He has taken some time to calm down, and now he`s ready to have a talk with his sons and deal with their behavior.
But oh, how he wishes he didn`t have to.
When he returned home this morning, all he wanted to do was see his sons, know that they were alright. The last thing he wanted, the thing he hates most of all about being a father, is having to punish his children. But he also knows he doesn`t have a choice.
As he stands in the hallway, he takes a few deep breaths, mentally preparing for what he knows must be done. Knowing he will never be truly ready, he finally forces himself to walk up to the library entrance and stand in the doorway.
“So, boys…”
Sam and Dean look up from their books. They`re both pleased to see their father, but anxious at the same time. Does he know? What has Bobby told him? What is he going to do?
John walks slowly into the room. The boys both put their books down and get up from their chairs.
“Did you do the research like I told you to?” John asks, wanting to put off the inevitable just a little longer.
The boys both nod.
“And what have you learned?”
The hunter receives no reply from either of his sons. “Dean?” he prompts finally.
Dean clears his throat awkwardly. “I think Sam should go first,” he says.
John raises one eyebrow, taking a mental note of how nervous his eldest is looking.
“What can you tell me, Sammy?” John turns to his youngest.
Sam tells his father everything, surprising himself with how much he actually remembers, both from what he read yesterday, and what he read this morning. Dean is smiling proudly at his little brother. He knew there was no way Sam would get in trouble with their Dad for not doing the research. Sam actually applied himself, which is more than can be said for Dean. He was too busy complaining, eating brownies and being bored.
Sam finally finishes his speech, daring to shoot a glance up at his father, searching for a smile.
John gives a happy grin, the smile of a proud father. He takes a step forward, gives Sam a quick pat on the shoulder.
“Good, Sammy,” he praises his youngest. Then he turns back to his eldest. “And what about you, Dean?”
Dean shrugs his shoulders, offering a crooked grin. “I have nothing to add to that,” he says. “I wouldn`t want to bore you by repeating what Sammy said.”
John gives his eldest son a long, silent look. Then he turns to his youngest, but what he says next concerns both boys: “Bobby and I had an interesting chat. He told me what you two were up to last night.” John sighs. “Not exactly what I hoped to hear upon returning from a hunt.”
Both Dean and Sam swallow, feeling very guilty, and more than a little scared.
“Sam, I want you to go to your bedroom and wait for me. I want to talk to Dean first. You do not leave the room until I come, is that clear?”
Sam nods, shooting Dean a worried glance. The older boy nods ever so slightly, giving his little brother a silent reassurance. It`s OK, Sammy. Don`t worry about me.
When Sam still doesn`t move, John points towards the door, giving the twelve-year-old a stern look. “Off.”
Sam obeys. He wishes he could stay with Dean to offer comfort, but at the same time, he`s grateful that he won`t have to be in the room when Dad punishes Dean.
As soon as Sam is out of earshot, John asks Dean: “So what did you do yesterday, exactly? Apart from fighting with your brother and nearly starting a fire, that is? Did you do any reading at all? Was that the reason I found you in here this morning? You were trying to cover up the fact that you ignored and disobeyed my orders?”
Dean twists his shoulders. “All of the above?”
“Dean!” John barks. He is so not in the mood for his eldest smart-ass attitude right now.
Dean winces, then puts on a serious face. “I did read last night. But not as much as Sammy. He applied himself in a big way, you should be proud of him, Dad, he-“
“I am,” John replies, cutting off the stream of words pouring from Dean. “I know Sam did his research, that`s not what he and I are going to discuss. And what you and I are discussing here are your efforts, not your brother`s.” John looks at Dean. “You learned nothing? What, you couldn`t be bothered? Couldn`t sit down for a couple of hours in order to follow the order I gave you before I left? I told you I wanted both you and Sam to complete this research while I was away.”
Dean nods. “I know, Dad. I just..” He twists his hands. “I`d rather come with you on the hunt, rather than stay here, with my nose buried in some dusty, old book.”
John moves closer to his eldest. “Mark my words, son. Disregard the importance of research and your life as a hunter will be a pitifully short one!”
Dean clenches his jaw as he forces himself to keep eye contact with his father.
“After we are done here,” John continues, “You are going to sit down at that table and complete the research you were supposed to be doing in my absence.”
Dean swallows. Sitting down? After receiving a tanning at the hands of John Winchester? Such a thing is unheard of! Yet it must be done, should the teenager ever want to make use of chairs in the future.
“Yes, sir,” Dean says finally, to show his father that he understands his words and has indeed marked them.
John waves a hand at the table. “Drop your jeans, then grab the edge and bend over.”
The teenager obeys, but as his fingers grip the edge of the table, he can`t prevent a thought from escaping through his mouth: “You`re not gonna spank me with a book, are you?”
Although John`s face is hidden from Dean`s view, the teen is sure he can hear a smile on his father`s lips. But when John answers, his voice is hard.
“No.”
In the next moment, the only sound in the room is that of a belt being unbuckled and slid out of its loops.
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Sam is sitting on his bed when John enters the bedroom. He immediately gets up, but is afraid to meet his father`s eyes. The hunter moves over to the bed and sits down. He feels tired. Drained. Why do his kids always have to get in trouble together? Having to deliver one spanking in a day is more than enough. He`s not exactly looking forward to having to deal with Sam.
“So, Sammy,” John says slowly, “I understand you started the fight.”
Sam nods. “Yes, sir.”
It was true. Sam had punched Dean first, and when Dean had told Sam that it was his choice to either leave the room or fight, Sam had chosen the latter option.
“You know fighting with your brother is wrong,” John says, “And doing so in a room filled with lit candles…” He sighs. “You boys are damn lucky you didn`t start a fire. Things could have gotten really ugly.”
Sam nods again. “Yes, I know. It was stupid. I`m stupid.”
“Look at me,” John says, a sudden sharpness to his tone that makes the boys head snap up. ”I do not want to hear you speak badly of yourself. You are not stupid, Sam, though some of the choices you make may be…” John pauses. “Well, you`re young, and you might make stupid descisions, bad choices, but you`re a smart kid. You have a good head on those skinny shoulders of yours. “John smiles at his son, his heart swelling with pride. “You certainly proved that to me today. You have a real gift for absorbing and remembering information.”
Sam smiles at his father`s praise. “Thanks, Dad.”
“So now I hope you understand that me punishing you has got nothing to do with your research, for you did that well.” John looks at Sam. “I am going to punish you for fighting with your brother, and so putting yourself, Dean and even Bobby in danger.”
“But Bobby already spanked me yesterday. And Dean too!” Sam adds.
John nods. “I know that. But Bobby is not your father. I am, and as such it is up to me to address your behavior. Now drop your jeans and get over my knees.”
Sam does as he is told, and John puts one hand around the boys waist, tugging him in close to his stomach, holding him firmly in place. Then he raises his hand and begins to bring it down on the twelve-year-olds underwear, smacking hard and fast. Sam tries his best to bear his punishment with dignity, but soon he is yelping and “owwing” with each swat, as his butt takes on a deep pink shade.
He squirms hard, even kicking a little as he feels John slide his underwear down.
“Nooo, Dad! Please!” Sam begs, his hand flying back in an attempt to shield himself. John firmly pushes his sons hand away and resumes spanking, keeping a steady, brisk tempo. Sams vocalizations grow louder as his rear end grows redder. By the time John ends the spanking, delivering a last round of quick slaps all over poor Sam`s rear end, the boy is both kicking hard and squirming violently and tears are flowing freely, though Sam is the only one who allows himself to cry.
The boy is very surprised when his father stops the spanking, but offers no words or a comforting touch. Nor does John allow him nearly any time at all to calm down before raising him off his lap. The twelve-year-old is standing by the bed, sobbing and sniffing as John moves towards the door.
“Dad?” Sam croaks.
“You stay right where you are, Sammy,” John replies. “We`re not quite done yet.”
His words makes even more tears spill from Sam`s eyes, and the boy gingerly rubs at his stinging bottom.
John is only gone for a couple of minutes, but when he returns, the implement in his hand makes Sams eyes grow wide with fear.
It`s a large wooden paddle.
“Ah hell no!” Sam exclaims as he gazes upon the flat wooden surface. “You are not going anywhere near my butt with that thing!”
It`s not the first time Sam has gotten a taste of John`s paddle, and after having endured both a hand spanking from his father and a licking with a spoon the day before, Sam is in no way prepared to take any more.
John doesn`t say anything, he merely walks further into the room, the paddle brushing against his leg.
Sam backs up, his naked legs pressing up against the side of the bed. “Dad, please. No more.”
“Sammy, believe me when I say this hurts me more than it hurts you,” John says quietly, hating to have to resort to such a used phrase.
“Yeah, but not in the same place!” Sam retorts, sniffing as he rubs at the sting in his posterior. Ignoring the boys remark, John continues: “But I feel more than my hand is needed to remind you not to fight in the future. Not to mention nearly starting a fire,” he adds, using the paddle to point to a spot on the floor. “Now go stand over there.”
Sam knows better than to protest further, and so he slowly moves to the spot his father is pointing to. John moves over to him, and wrapping one arm around his waist, John bends Sam over slightly.
The hunter raises his arm holding the paddle, and brings the wooden implement down hard across his sons naked posterior. Sam yells loudly at the impact, the sting his father`s hand left on his bottom suddenly ten times worse. With a very heavy heart, John raises his arm once more, delivering a second swat from the paddle. This time fresh tears spill from the young boys eyes, and he sobs loudly.
“Almost done, Sammy,” John says, attempting to reassure his son.
He gives Sam another two swats, then forcefully throws the paddle down on the bed, as if the handle suddenly burned his hand.
Sam is crying hard now, wailing pitifully, unable to speak and explain to his father how much he regrets his actions. But John understands and has already forgiven him. The hunter wraps his arms tightly around Sam, hugging his youngest close, murmuring soft words of comfort in his ear.
“It`s OK, Sammy… I forgive you. We`re done. It`s all over now.”
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“You know, Bobby, it doesn`t matter how much the boys deserve it. Spanking them is the hardest thing I ever do.”
Bobby nods at his friend. It`s nighttime, and the two hunters are sitting in Bobby`s kitchen, each enjoying a glass of whisky.
“Wasn`t exactly easy for me yesterday, either,” Bobby mumbles.
“I heard you put that spoon of yours to good use,” John remarks, chuckling.
“Sure did,” Bobby says, taking a deep sip of his drink. “I`m just glad the only things on fire here last night were the backsides of Dean and Sam!”
THE END