John Winchester`s Journal III
Title: John Winchester`s Journal III
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: John, Dean (15) Sam (11)
Warning: Contains implied spanking of a teen (belt)
Author`s Note: Requested by Renrukiluv, who has been longing for a story where Dean bolts from a spanking.
11. November, 1994
The boys were both silently crying when I left yesterday. They probably thought I didn`t see it, but I did. Sam was upset because I had to leave again, after only being home for a day, but Dean was crying for a very different reason, though he tried his best to hide his tears from me. The second my belt went back around my waist, the boy put on his tough-guy face, his mask of stone. I hope I wasn`t too hard on him.
But I am getting ahead of myself. I`ll start at the beginning.
I was getting ready to leave. It was getting late in the evening, and I really wished I could have stayed with the boys until morning. But a hunt can never wait.
I was in a hurry, and wasted no time. I quickly gathered the things I needed, and even loaded my shotgun. Normally I never keep loaded weapons within the kid`s reach, unless I`m training them in how to shoot, but Sammy had been put to bed, and I was confident that I could trust Dean not to touch it. He is after all the one with most weapons training, and he follows my orders. If I tell him not to touch something, he doesn`t go near it. Well, last night my firstborn certainly gave both me and Sammy a nasty shock.
The blast from the shotgun sent me running out from the bedroom at lightning speed. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, the adrenaline racing through me, nearly making it hard to breathe.
I ran into the living room to investigate, and found Dean standing there with the shotgun in his hands. The idiot had actually picked up the loaded gun and fired it! The hows and the whys didn`t interest me in the least, all I wanted to know was how fast I could turn the buttocks of a certain teenager crimson.
I bellowed something at Dean. I was so angry, and I can`t even remember what I said. Sammy came out of the bedroom he and Dean shared, the noise had naturally awoken him. The boy might be a heavy sleeper, but no one can sleep through the sound of gunfire.
I felt torn. Torn between which of my children to tend to first. The disobedient teenager in desperate need of a serious reminder not to play with guns, or my scared baby, the innocent bystander who didn`t understand what was happening.
For several seconds, we all stood, doing nothing but breathing. Dean`s hands were shaking, and his eyes kept jumping from the weapon in his grasp to me, and back again. Sammy was shaking too, and I could see tears forming in his eyes. Shooting a glare in Dean`s direction, I quickly moved over to my youngest son and put my arms around him, attempting to offer reassurance.
And if the shock of the gunshot hadn`t been enough, what Dean did next nearly gave me a heart attack. He ran. He threw the shotgun down on the table, turned tail and fled. I quickly broke away from Sammy and gave chase. But the meager head start my son had gotten on me was enough to let him escape. He`s obviously taking his training seriously. I`ve never seen a boy run so fast.
I had a hunt to get to, but dealing with Dean was something that I simply had to prioritize. He might have managed to run away from me, but I knew he`d return to the rental apartment pretty soon. It was late in the evening, it was winter, and it was Sunday, meaning all shops were closed. In addition, the kid hadn`t had time to grab his jacket before bolting, so he`d soon be cold and miserable enough to return to the apartment where me and my belt would be waiting for him.
Dean wasn`t gone long at all. But if he thought returning quickly would help his case, he was sadly mistaken. By the time he got back, I`d managed to get Sammy to fall asleep again, though I feared that he`d soon be woken up once more. Not by gunfire this time, but by the sound of my belt cracking down on the naked ass of his older brother.
When Dean came back, I was glad that I`d been given some time to calm down after the shock. I had been so angry earlier, that had I chosen to deal with Dean first instead of Sammy, I might have bruised the boy.
Still, I wasn`t exactly all smiles when Dean came in the door either. I was running seriously late for my hunt. If Dean hadn`t run away, hell if he had left the damn gun alone in the first place, I`d be well on my way by now.
I allowed Dean a couple of seconds to enter the apartment and remove his shoes before giving him a very stern lecture on following orders and never touching the weapons without my permission. But that was the easy part. The hardest was yet to come, for both of us. I don`t think Dean had ever deserved punishment more than he had last night, and yet I hated having to be the one to give it to him. Spanking either of the boys is never easy. Hearing them cry just breaks my heart.
I was very much pressed for time, so I didn`t waste precious minutes by delivering a hand spanking. Dean`s offense was more than serious enough to have earned him the belt. The strip of leather would raise a quicker, and much worse sting in Dean`s backside than the flat of my right hand.
I ordered my son to undress and bend over the armrest of the sofa. Usually I put the boys over my knees to spank them, but sometimes, just sometimes they do something that`s so bad I feel it`s necessary to make the punishment worse by bereaving them of the physical closeness they would normally get during a spanking. Dean needed a stern reminder to follow orders, and the armrest of the sofa would be the best place to give it to him.
As usual, Dean tried to take his punishment as silently as possible. He tried his best to remain stoic, but the belt quickly broke down his carefully built up defenses. I know I was hard on him. Harder than I normally would have been. And God, I know how Mary would have disapproved, but what choice did I have? The kid touched the shotgun without permission, even fired the damn thing! To top it all off, he had run from me, deciding to take the cowards way out rather than face his punishment like a man. I wanted to prevent anything like this from ever happening again, so I made sure to make this spanking one Dean would remember for a long time. And remember he sure will… Sitting down? Not so much.
When it was over, I quickly put my belt back on, allowing Dean some time to calm down. I hated that I had to leave, but I didn`t have a choice. I had a hunt to get to, and Dean had already detained me long enough. However, I did take the time to comfort him properly, making sure he understood that everything was forgiven. I`m not sure I`ll forget this for some time, though. And I certainly don`t think Dean will.
I checked on Sammy real quick before heading out. I could see that he was crying, though he tried to act brave, probably thinking that I didn`t have time to offer him any comfort. I had to leave for my hunt, so I decided to leave that part up to Dean. I`m sure he would appreciate both giving comfort to Sammy and receiving some himself.
The boys were both silently crying when I left. How I wished I could have stayed with them. Just until the morning light.
Yes, I noticed the boys tears, even if they didn`t notice mine.
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: John, Dean (15) Sam (11)
Warning: Contains implied spanking of a teen (belt)
Author`s Note: Requested by Renrukiluv, who has been longing for a story where Dean bolts from a spanking.
11. November, 1994
The boys were both silently crying when I left yesterday. They probably thought I didn`t see it, but I did. Sam was upset because I had to leave again, after only being home for a day, but Dean was crying for a very different reason, though he tried his best to hide his tears from me. The second my belt went back around my waist, the boy put on his tough-guy face, his mask of stone. I hope I wasn`t too hard on him.
But I am getting ahead of myself. I`ll start at the beginning.
I was getting ready to leave. It was getting late in the evening, and I really wished I could have stayed with the boys until morning. But a hunt can never wait.
I was in a hurry, and wasted no time. I quickly gathered the things I needed, and even loaded my shotgun. Normally I never keep loaded weapons within the kid`s reach, unless I`m training them in how to shoot, but Sammy had been put to bed, and I was confident that I could trust Dean not to touch it. He is after all the one with most weapons training, and he follows my orders. If I tell him not to touch something, he doesn`t go near it. Well, last night my firstborn certainly gave both me and Sammy a nasty shock.
The blast from the shotgun sent me running out from the bedroom at lightning speed. My heart was pounding so hard in my chest, the adrenaline racing through me, nearly making it hard to breathe.
I ran into the living room to investigate, and found Dean standing there with the shotgun in his hands. The idiot had actually picked up the loaded gun and fired it! The hows and the whys didn`t interest me in the least, all I wanted to know was how fast I could turn the buttocks of a certain teenager crimson.
I bellowed something at Dean. I was so angry, and I can`t even remember what I said. Sammy came out of the bedroom he and Dean shared, the noise had naturally awoken him. The boy might be a heavy sleeper, but no one can sleep through the sound of gunfire.
I felt torn. Torn between which of my children to tend to first. The disobedient teenager in desperate need of a serious reminder not to play with guns, or my scared baby, the innocent bystander who didn`t understand what was happening.
For several seconds, we all stood, doing nothing but breathing. Dean`s hands were shaking, and his eyes kept jumping from the weapon in his grasp to me, and back again. Sammy was shaking too, and I could see tears forming in his eyes. Shooting a glare in Dean`s direction, I quickly moved over to my youngest son and put my arms around him, attempting to offer reassurance.
And if the shock of the gunshot hadn`t been enough, what Dean did next nearly gave me a heart attack. He ran. He threw the shotgun down on the table, turned tail and fled. I quickly broke away from Sammy and gave chase. But the meager head start my son had gotten on me was enough to let him escape. He`s obviously taking his training seriously. I`ve never seen a boy run so fast.
I had a hunt to get to, but dealing with Dean was something that I simply had to prioritize. He might have managed to run away from me, but I knew he`d return to the rental apartment pretty soon. It was late in the evening, it was winter, and it was Sunday, meaning all shops were closed. In addition, the kid hadn`t had time to grab his jacket before bolting, so he`d soon be cold and miserable enough to return to the apartment where me and my belt would be waiting for him.
Dean wasn`t gone long at all. But if he thought returning quickly would help his case, he was sadly mistaken. By the time he got back, I`d managed to get Sammy to fall asleep again, though I feared that he`d soon be woken up once more. Not by gunfire this time, but by the sound of my belt cracking down on the naked ass of his older brother.
When Dean came back, I was glad that I`d been given some time to calm down after the shock. I had been so angry earlier, that had I chosen to deal with Dean first instead of Sammy, I might have bruised the boy.
Still, I wasn`t exactly all smiles when Dean came in the door either. I was running seriously late for my hunt. If Dean hadn`t run away, hell if he had left the damn gun alone in the first place, I`d be well on my way by now.
I allowed Dean a couple of seconds to enter the apartment and remove his shoes before giving him a very stern lecture on following orders and never touching the weapons without my permission. But that was the easy part. The hardest was yet to come, for both of us. I don`t think Dean had ever deserved punishment more than he had last night, and yet I hated having to be the one to give it to him. Spanking either of the boys is never easy. Hearing them cry just breaks my heart.
I was very much pressed for time, so I didn`t waste precious minutes by delivering a hand spanking. Dean`s offense was more than serious enough to have earned him the belt. The strip of leather would raise a quicker, and much worse sting in Dean`s backside than the flat of my right hand.
I ordered my son to undress and bend over the armrest of the sofa. Usually I put the boys over my knees to spank them, but sometimes, just sometimes they do something that`s so bad I feel it`s necessary to make the punishment worse by bereaving them of the physical closeness they would normally get during a spanking. Dean needed a stern reminder to follow orders, and the armrest of the sofa would be the best place to give it to him.
As usual, Dean tried to take his punishment as silently as possible. He tried his best to remain stoic, but the belt quickly broke down his carefully built up defenses. I know I was hard on him. Harder than I normally would have been. And God, I know how Mary would have disapproved, but what choice did I have? The kid touched the shotgun without permission, even fired the damn thing! To top it all off, he had run from me, deciding to take the cowards way out rather than face his punishment like a man. I wanted to prevent anything like this from ever happening again, so I made sure to make this spanking one Dean would remember for a long time. And remember he sure will… Sitting down? Not so much.
When it was over, I quickly put my belt back on, allowing Dean some time to calm down. I hated that I had to leave, but I didn`t have a choice. I had a hunt to get to, and Dean had already detained me long enough. However, I did take the time to comfort him properly, making sure he understood that everything was forgiven. I`m not sure I`ll forget this for some time, though. And I certainly don`t think Dean will.
I checked on Sammy real quick before heading out. I could see that he was crying, though he tried to act brave, probably thinking that I didn`t have time to offer him any comfort. I had to leave for my hunt, so I decided to leave that part up to Dean. I`m sure he would appreciate both giving comfort to Sammy and receiving some himself.
The boys were both silently crying when I left. How I wished I could have stayed with them. Just until the morning light.
Yes, I noticed the boys tears, even if they didn`t notice mine.