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Title: Smoke Without Fire
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Dean, Dawn (12) Christina (12)
Summary: When Dawn`s friend Christina leaves her pack of cigarettes in Dawn`s bedroom, Dean jumps to the conclusion that his daughter has taken up the habit
Disclaimer: Dean Winchester does not belong to me. Dawn and Christina are my OCs.
Warning: Contains spanking, swearing and vague referances to abuse
Author`s Note: Dedicated to the (awesome) spn_princess. Also contains a reference to the lovely story Church Picnic by brassband777.
Smoke Without Fire
“Okay, we`re done.”
Dawn Winchester puts her pencil down on her notebook with a satisfied grin. Her friend Christina lets out a loud sigh of relief as she throws herself onto her back on Dawn`s bed.
“Finally! That took forever! I hate homework with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns.”
Dawn chuckles as she puts her school things in her bag. Seeing her friend lying on the bed, rubbing her temples, Dawn decides to help her by putting Christina`s things away too. But as the Winchester girl pulls Christina`s bag close to her and tucks her notebook in it, she notices a curious item. She grabs it and pulls it out.
“What the hell is this?” Dawn asks, holding the item up in front of her.
Christina sits up, looking at the pack of cigarettes in her friend`s hand. “What does it look like?” she answers, grabbing it. She opens the pack and pulls out a smoke. “Do you mind if I-“
“Uh, yeah!” Dawn raises her eyebrows. “You can`t smoke in my room, my Dad will freak!”
Christina leaves the pack on the bed, but clutches the cigarette in her hand as she gets up and moves towards the window. As she opens it, she turns to glance at Dawn. She winks at her friend, a mischievous gleam in her dark brown eye. “He`s not even home yet.”
“No, but he will be soon!” Dawn gives her friend a pleading look.
“Look, with the window open, the smoke will blow away, and the scent won`t linger.”
Dawn is not convinced. “Christina, come on...”
But the other girl ignores her. She pulls a lighter from her pocket, and deftly puts the flame to the cigarette between her lips. Christina inhales deeply and blows a puff of smoke out the window.
Dawn takes a deep breath, trying to hide how uncomfortable she feels about this. She actually enjoys the smell of the cigarette, but only when it`s freshly lit. Soon the smell of the smoke mixes with the girls’ perfume, creating a curious odor.
Dawn silently watches her friend holding the cigarette between her dark fingers, putting it up to her lips and sucking in more smoke. Christina catches Dawn looking and grins. She holds out her hand, the cigarette dangling between her pointing finger and middle finger. ”Want a puff?”
Dawn swallows and bites her lip. She hesitates. She is curious to see how it feels, how it tastes, but at the same time she`s scared. What if her father finds out? And worse, what if she gets addicted to the stuff? She shakes her head.
Christina turns away from Dawn; she leans out of the window and spits.
“Gross, Christina!” Dawn complains.
Christina giggles. “Relax, I didn`t hit anyone.” She takes another drag, and then blows another puff of smoke out in the air. “My mouth gets all slimy when I smoke. It`s annoying, but I reckon it`ll pass once I get used to it.”
“Why did you start?”
Several long seconds pass. Christina appears not to have heard her friend`s question. She looks out the window, the cigarette wriggling between her dark fingers.
“You know, when I was little, when my parents were together...” She pauses for a heartbeat. “My Dad smokes. I used to sit by the table and roll his smokes for him. He`d be sitting on the sofa, puffing away. It was hard to breathe in the living room because it was so full of smoke.” Christina swallows. “My Mom didn`t like that he smoked, but Dad didn`t care. Her opinion never mattered to him, and whenever she`d dare utter a negative word about him, he`d get real mad.”
Dawn wants to say something, but doesn`t dare interrupt. Christina rarely talks about her family life, how it was like when she was little, and her father was a part of her life.
“Anyway, I`d sit there, rolling the tobacco, with Dad mumbling at me to do it right. And I was careful to get it right. I was always careful around Dad. I didn`t want him to get angry. He is a big strong man, and he could hit real hard.”
Dawn swallows. She doesn`t know what to say. Her own father spanks her, but that`s different somehow. Real different. Dawn knows Dean loves her and would never hurt her.
“We got out,” Christina says softly. She puts her cigarette out and throws the butt out the window.
Dawn desperately wants to say something, but words can`t be found.
“I can see your Dad`s car coming down the road,” Christina says. “I better get going.” She stuffs her lighter in her pocket and grabs her schoolbag off Dawn`s bed. “Thanks for the homework help,” she smiles at her friend and gives Dawn a quick hug before exiting the bedroom.
Dawn watches her go, then walks over to the window and closes it. She gives an annoyed sigh. The smell of smoke still lingers in the bedroom.
When Dawn turns back to face the bed, she realizes Christina has left her pack of cigarettes. She grabs it quickly, and is about to run after her friend when she suddenly stops. Dawn opens the pack and takes out a cigarette. She just wants to know how it feels to hold it. The girl holds it between her fingers like she saw Christina did. She puts it to her lips and sucks on it, trying to imagine how it feels like to drag smoke down into her lunges. Then she feels stupid and puts the cigarette back in the pack. Dawn has no desire to take up smoking.
She decides she better hurry if she wants to catch up to Christina, so she walks towards the bedroom door and opens it, almost crashing into her father, who has just come home from work. Dean didn`t see Christina leave, so he has no idea that his daughter has had a friend over, and that the cigarette pack in Dawn`s hand isn`t hers. Dean doesn`t mistake the faint odor that still lingers in the room, and immediately jumps to the conclusion that his twelve-year-old daughter has been smoking.
When Dawn realizes her father is looking at the pack, she tries to explain that the cigarettes don`t belong to her.
“Oh really?” Dean says, his voice of steel. “You just holding on to them for a friend?”
Dawn nods.
“Are you kidding me, girl? That`s the oldest excuse in the book!” Dean spits. ”I won`t have my daughter ending up with lung cancer!”
“But, Dad-“ Dawn tries to explain, but Dean grabs her arm and pulls her over to the bed. When Dean pulls Dawn over his lap, she kicks and struggles.
“No, Dad! You don`t understand!” she yells as she fights desperately to get up.
“I understand perfectly, Dawn,” Dean replies as he begins laying a flurry of thunderous swats to the seat of Dawn`s skirt. “I don`t know where you got those cigarettes, but I`m gonna make damn sure you kick this habit and never put a smoke to your lips again!”
Dean continues to spank Dawn as she kicks, wails and struggles.
“Nooo, Dad, please!” Dawn begs. “Just listen to me! Oww!”
Dean flips up his daughters skirt and pulls her panties down. This causes Dawn to struggle and kick even harder. Dean is surprised at the amount of resistance put up by his daughter. Normally she doesn`t fight him this hard during a spanking.
“Oww! Daddy! Ow! The cigarettes - ow! Are not - ah! Mine! Ouch!” Dawn states truthfully, but her words do nothing to stay Dean`s hand. Dean knows Dawn will say and promise anything to make him stop a spanking. Although he didn`t actually see his daughter smoke, he could still smell smoke in the bedroom and the girl was standing there holding a pack of smokes when he entered the room. Dean doesn`t need any more proof than that to deliver a spanking.
“Daddy, please…” Dawn suddenly breaks down in hard sobs. Not so much because of the physical discomfort and the humiliation of the punishment, but mostly because of the unfairness of it all. In the eyes of Dawn Winchester, never has a greater injustice been committed towards a twelve-year-old girl.
Dean stops. Normally he keeps spanking his children after they have started to cry, to really drive the point home. But Dawn`s sudden, hard crying comes as a surprise to him, and he decides that she has learned her lesson.
Dean softly rubs his hand up and down Dawn`s back, but the girl is rigid. She doesn`t relax under his comforting touch, she doesn`t lean into his hand, doesn`t accept the comfort and reassurance that is being offered. Something is very wrong.
Dawn scrambles off her father`s lap, not caring to do so gracefully. She pulls up her panties and readjusts her skirt as she sniffles.
Dean fears he has been too hard on the girl. Did he raise his hand too high? Hit too hard, or too much? He would never hurt his daughter, and Dean hopes she is aware of this.
He tries to catch her eyes, but Dawn refuses to look at him.
“Dawn, honey...” Dean says gently. ”I love you. But I won`t tolerate you smoking. You-“
”Get out of my room.”
The girl`s words sting Dean like needles. Her voice is cold, although shaky with tears. Dean gets up from the bed and extends a hand as he takes a step towards his daughter, but she takes a step away from him. She won`t let him touch her.
Dean doesn`t understand. His daughter has never reacted this way to a spanking before. Certainly, she`d act huffy and offended at being given a few swats when she was a little girl, but after a proper spanking, she`d always be happy to cuddle up to Dean and accept the comfort he offered.
The doorbell rings. Dean decides to leave his daughter alone for now. He picks the pack of cigarettes up from the floor and goes downstairs to open the front door. Christina is standing outside.
“Hey. I got all the way to the bus stop before I realized I left some-“ She breaks off upon seeing the cigarettes in Dean`s hand.
Dean suddenly understands. The guilt hits him like a sledgehammer. He had refused to listen to his daughter and spanked her for something she didn`t even do. Dawn had told him the cigarettes belonged to a friend, but Dean hadn`t believed her.
“Can I have them back?” Christina looks at Dean.
He clutches the pack in his hand. “You`re way too young and too smart to be smoking,” Dean says. “This is a smoke-free household, and I trust you to remember that in the future.”
Christina gives the man a dark look, but knows better than to push it. With a curt nod, she turns her heels and walks away.
Dean quickly runs into the kitchen, chucks the cigarettes in the bin and proceeds to run up the stairs. But when he reaches the door of Dawn`s bedroom, he makes sure not to barge inside. Instead he enters quietly, finding his daughter lying on her side on the bed. She turns sharply when her father enters, her hazel eyes gleaming with tears, hurt and anger.
“Dawn, sweetheart…” Dean walks towards the bed. “I am so sorry for not listening to you. I should have known better than to think you`d be stupid enough to smoke. You tried to explain yourself, but I didn`t listen. And I am deeply sorry for spanking you. I should never have done that. Do you forgive me?”
Dawn moves off the bed and looks her father in the eyes. “When I try to tell you something, will you listen from now on?”
Dean nods. “That is a promise,” he says seriously.
Dawn stands still, just looking at her father without saying anything.
“You know what, Dawn,” Dean says, “I know how unfairly treated you feel right now. Once, when I was little my Dad spanked me even though I didn`t deserve it.” He chuckles as he continues: “When he realized he was wrong to punish me, your grandfather told me that the next time I would only be let off with a warning.”
Dawn`s confidence returns to her eyes. “Will you do that to me too?”
Dean laughs. “Not a chance in hell!”
Dawn giggles. ”It was worth a shot.”
“I do want to make it up to you, though,” Dean says. “How about, tomorrow, you and me spend the whole day together? Have fun. We`ll do whatever you want to.”
”But tomorrow is a school day,” Dawn remarks. “Christina and I spent ages doing our homework.”
Dean feels dumb. He should encourage his daughter`s efforts in school, not allow her to ditch. “Of course.” He clears his throat. ”I`ll pick you up after school tomorrow then. We`ll spend some Dad and Dawn time.”
“You could write me a note,” Dawn suggests, grinning mischievously.
Dean chuckles. “Don`t push your luck, young lady. Come here.” He holds out his arms, and Dawn is more than happy to walk into them and lean her head against Dean`s chest. Dean runs his hand over his daughter`s long, blonde hair, happy that she`s finally willing to accept his comfort.
“Dawn?”
“Mhm?”
“You know I love you, right? I would never hurt you.”
Dawn nods. ”Of course I know that, Dad. I love you too.”
”OK, good.” Dean hugs his girl tighter. ”Just checking.”
THE END
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Dean, Dawn (12) Christina (12)
Summary: When Dawn`s friend Christina leaves her pack of cigarettes in Dawn`s bedroom, Dean jumps to the conclusion that his daughter has taken up the habit
Disclaimer: Dean Winchester does not belong to me. Dawn and Christina are my OCs.
Warning: Contains spanking, swearing and vague referances to abuse
Author`s Note: Dedicated to the (awesome) spn_princess. Also contains a reference to the lovely story Church Picnic by brassband777.
Smoke Without Fire
“Okay, we`re done.”
Dawn Winchester puts her pencil down on her notebook with a satisfied grin. Her friend Christina lets out a loud sigh of relief as she throws herself onto her back on Dawn`s bed.
“Finally! That took forever! I hate homework with the fiery passion of a thousand burning suns.”
Dawn chuckles as she puts her school things in her bag. Seeing her friend lying on the bed, rubbing her temples, Dawn decides to help her by putting Christina`s things away too. But as the Winchester girl pulls Christina`s bag close to her and tucks her notebook in it, she notices a curious item. She grabs it and pulls it out.
“What the hell is this?” Dawn asks, holding the item up in front of her.
Christina sits up, looking at the pack of cigarettes in her friend`s hand. “What does it look like?” she answers, grabbing it. She opens the pack and pulls out a smoke. “Do you mind if I-“
“Uh, yeah!” Dawn raises her eyebrows. “You can`t smoke in my room, my Dad will freak!”
Christina leaves the pack on the bed, but clutches the cigarette in her hand as she gets up and moves towards the window. As she opens it, she turns to glance at Dawn. She winks at her friend, a mischievous gleam in her dark brown eye. “He`s not even home yet.”
“No, but he will be soon!” Dawn gives her friend a pleading look.
“Look, with the window open, the smoke will blow away, and the scent won`t linger.”
Dawn is not convinced. “Christina, come on...”
But the other girl ignores her. She pulls a lighter from her pocket, and deftly puts the flame to the cigarette between her lips. Christina inhales deeply and blows a puff of smoke out the window.
Dawn takes a deep breath, trying to hide how uncomfortable she feels about this. She actually enjoys the smell of the cigarette, but only when it`s freshly lit. Soon the smell of the smoke mixes with the girls’ perfume, creating a curious odor.
Dawn silently watches her friend holding the cigarette between her dark fingers, putting it up to her lips and sucking in more smoke. Christina catches Dawn looking and grins. She holds out her hand, the cigarette dangling between her pointing finger and middle finger. ”Want a puff?”
Dawn swallows and bites her lip. She hesitates. She is curious to see how it feels, how it tastes, but at the same time she`s scared. What if her father finds out? And worse, what if she gets addicted to the stuff? She shakes her head.
Christina turns away from Dawn; she leans out of the window and spits.
“Gross, Christina!” Dawn complains.
Christina giggles. “Relax, I didn`t hit anyone.” She takes another drag, and then blows another puff of smoke out in the air. “My mouth gets all slimy when I smoke. It`s annoying, but I reckon it`ll pass once I get used to it.”
“Why did you start?”
Several long seconds pass. Christina appears not to have heard her friend`s question. She looks out the window, the cigarette wriggling between her dark fingers.
“You know, when I was little, when my parents were together...” She pauses for a heartbeat. “My Dad smokes. I used to sit by the table and roll his smokes for him. He`d be sitting on the sofa, puffing away. It was hard to breathe in the living room because it was so full of smoke.” Christina swallows. “My Mom didn`t like that he smoked, but Dad didn`t care. Her opinion never mattered to him, and whenever she`d dare utter a negative word about him, he`d get real mad.”
Dawn wants to say something, but doesn`t dare interrupt. Christina rarely talks about her family life, how it was like when she was little, and her father was a part of her life.
“Anyway, I`d sit there, rolling the tobacco, with Dad mumbling at me to do it right. And I was careful to get it right. I was always careful around Dad. I didn`t want him to get angry. He is a big strong man, and he could hit real hard.”
Dawn swallows. She doesn`t know what to say. Her own father spanks her, but that`s different somehow. Real different. Dawn knows Dean loves her and would never hurt her.
“We got out,” Christina says softly. She puts her cigarette out and throws the butt out the window.
Dawn desperately wants to say something, but words can`t be found.
“I can see your Dad`s car coming down the road,” Christina says. “I better get going.” She stuffs her lighter in her pocket and grabs her schoolbag off Dawn`s bed. “Thanks for the homework help,” she smiles at her friend and gives Dawn a quick hug before exiting the bedroom.
Dawn watches her go, then walks over to the window and closes it. She gives an annoyed sigh. The smell of smoke still lingers in the bedroom.
When Dawn turns back to face the bed, she realizes Christina has left her pack of cigarettes. She grabs it quickly, and is about to run after her friend when she suddenly stops. Dawn opens the pack and takes out a cigarette. She just wants to know how it feels to hold it. The girl holds it between her fingers like she saw Christina did. She puts it to her lips and sucks on it, trying to imagine how it feels like to drag smoke down into her lunges. Then she feels stupid and puts the cigarette back in the pack. Dawn has no desire to take up smoking.
She decides she better hurry if she wants to catch up to Christina, so she walks towards the bedroom door and opens it, almost crashing into her father, who has just come home from work. Dean didn`t see Christina leave, so he has no idea that his daughter has had a friend over, and that the cigarette pack in Dawn`s hand isn`t hers. Dean doesn`t mistake the faint odor that still lingers in the room, and immediately jumps to the conclusion that his twelve-year-old daughter has been smoking.
When Dawn realizes her father is looking at the pack, she tries to explain that the cigarettes don`t belong to her.
“Oh really?” Dean says, his voice of steel. “You just holding on to them for a friend?”
Dawn nods.
“Are you kidding me, girl? That`s the oldest excuse in the book!” Dean spits. ”I won`t have my daughter ending up with lung cancer!”
“But, Dad-“ Dawn tries to explain, but Dean grabs her arm and pulls her over to the bed. When Dean pulls Dawn over his lap, she kicks and struggles.
“No, Dad! You don`t understand!” she yells as she fights desperately to get up.
“I understand perfectly, Dawn,” Dean replies as he begins laying a flurry of thunderous swats to the seat of Dawn`s skirt. “I don`t know where you got those cigarettes, but I`m gonna make damn sure you kick this habit and never put a smoke to your lips again!”
Dean continues to spank Dawn as she kicks, wails and struggles.
“Nooo, Dad, please!” Dawn begs. “Just listen to me! Oww!”
Dean flips up his daughters skirt and pulls her panties down. This causes Dawn to struggle and kick even harder. Dean is surprised at the amount of resistance put up by his daughter. Normally she doesn`t fight him this hard during a spanking.
“Oww! Daddy! Ow! The cigarettes - ow! Are not - ah! Mine! Ouch!” Dawn states truthfully, but her words do nothing to stay Dean`s hand. Dean knows Dawn will say and promise anything to make him stop a spanking. Although he didn`t actually see his daughter smoke, he could still smell smoke in the bedroom and the girl was standing there holding a pack of smokes when he entered the room. Dean doesn`t need any more proof than that to deliver a spanking.
“Daddy, please…” Dawn suddenly breaks down in hard sobs. Not so much because of the physical discomfort and the humiliation of the punishment, but mostly because of the unfairness of it all. In the eyes of Dawn Winchester, never has a greater injustice been committed towards a twelve-year-old girl.
Dean stops. Normally he keeps spanking his children after they have started to cry, to really drive the point home. But Dawn`s sudden, hard crying comes as a surprise to him, and he decides that she has learned her lesson.
Dean softly rubs his hand up and down Dawn`s back, but the girl is rigid. She doesn`t relax under his comforting touch, she doesn`t lean into his hand, doesn`t accept the comfort and reassurance that is being offered. Something is very wrong.
Dawn scrambles off her father`s lap, not caring to do so gracefully. She pulls up her panties and readjusts her skirt as she sniffles.
Dean fears he has been too hard on the girl. Did he raise his hand too high? Hit too hard, or too much? He would never hurt his daughter, and Dean hopes she is aware of this.
He tries to catch her eyes, but Dawn refuses to look at him.
“Dawn, honey...” Dean says gently. ”I love you. But I won`t tolerate you smoking. You-“
”Get out of my room.”
The girl`s words sting Dean like needles. Her voice is cold, although shaky with tears. Dean gets up from the bed and extends a hand as he takes a step towards his daughter, but she takes a step away from him. She won`t let him touch her.
Dean doesn`t understand. His daughter has never reacted this way to a spanking before. Certainly, she`d act huffy and offended at being given a few swats when she was a little girl, but after a proper spanking, she`d always be happy to cuddle up to Dean and accept the comfort he offered.
The doorbell rings. Dean decides to leave his daughter alone for now. He picks the pack of cigarettes up from the floor and goes downstairs to open the front door. Christina is standing outside.
“Hey. I got all the way to the bus stop before I realized I left some-“ She breaks off upon seeing the cigarettes in Dean`s hand.
Dean suddenly understands. The guilt hits him like a sledgehammer. He had refused to listen to his daughter and spanked her for something she didn`t even do. Dawn had told him the cigarettes belonged to a friend, but Dean hadn`t believed her.
“Can I have them back?” Christina looks at Dean.
He clutches the pack in his hand. “You`re way too young and too smart to be smoking,” Dean says. “This is a smoke-free household, and I trust you to remember that in the future.”
Christina gives the man a dark look, but knows better than to push it. With a curt nod, she turns her heels and walks away.
Dean quickly runs into the kitchen, chucks the cigarettes in the bin and proceeds to run up the stairs. But when he reaches the door of Dawn`s bedroom, he makes sure not to barge inside. Instead he enters quietly, finding his daughter lying on her side on the bed. She turns sharply when her father enters, her hazel eyes gleaming with tears, hurt and anger.
“Dawn, sweetheart…” Dean walks towards the bed. “I am so sorry for not listening to you. I should have known better than to think you`d be stupid enough to smoke. You tried to explain yourself, but I didn`t listen. And I am deeply sorry for spanking you. I should never have done that. Do you forgive me?”
Dawn moves off the bed and looks her father in the eyes. “When I try to tell you something, will you listen from now on?”
Dean nods. “That is a promise,” he says seriously.
Dawn stands still, just looking at her father without saying anything.
“You know what, Dawn,” Dean says, “I know how unfairly treated you feel right now. Once, when I was little my Dad spanked me even though I didn`t deserve it.” He chuckles as he continues: “When he realized he was wrong to punish me, your grandfather told me that the next time I would only be let off with a warning.”
Dawn`s confidence returns to her eyes. “Will you do that to me too?”
Dean laughs. “Not a chance in hell!”
Dawn giggles. ”It was worth a shot.”
“I do want to make it up to you, though,” Dean says. “How about, tomorrow, you and me spend the whole day together? Have fun. We`ll do whatever you want to.”
”But tomorrow is a school day,” Dawn remarks. “Christina and I spent ages doing our homework.”
Dean feels dumb. He should encourage his daughter`s efforts in school, not allow her to ditch. “Of course.” He clears his throat. ”I`ll pick you up after school tomorrow then. We`ll spend some Dad and Dawn time.”
“You could write me a note,” Dawn suggests, grinning mischievously.
Dean chuckles. “Don`t push your luck, young lady. Come here.” He holds out his arms, and Dawn is more than happy to walk into them and lean her head against Dean`s chest. Dean runs his hand over his daughter`s long, blonde hair, happy that she`s finally willing to accept his comfort.
“Dawn?”
“Mhm?”
“You know I love you, right? I would never hurt you.”
Dawn nods. ”Of course I know that, Dad. I love you too.”
”OK, good.” Dean hugs his girl tighter. ”Just checking.”
THE END