Museum Tour
Title: Museum Tour
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: John, Mary, Dean (12) Sam (8)
Summary: John and Sam visit a museum, and Sam gets himself in trouble
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No profit is being made.
Warning: Contains spanking
Author`s Note: Written for a prompt by Remisfriend26.
This is part of my AU verse where Mary is alive, and the boys are having a normal childhood.
Sam Winchester was excited. His Dad was taking him to the Museum of Natural History. It was just going to be him and Dad, for a fun day out.
Sam and his father John were standing in the hallway, putting on their shoes and coats. Sam`s older brother, Dean, came into the hallway. He observed his little brother as he got ready, weakly shaking his head, not understanding the younger boy`s excitement.
“You`re such a major geek, Sammy,” Dean said. “Trust you to get all excited about a visit to a museum!” Museum. He almost spat the word out, like the sound of it left a bad taste on his tongue.
Sam didn`t answer, he was too busy tying the laces on his winter boots. John simply shot his eldest a silent look of disapproval, which Dean ignored.
Mary Winchester came into the hallway, walking in from the kitchen where she`d just finished clearing the table after breakfast. A female Golden Retriever followed, pushing past Mary and padding into the hallway where she barked happily, her tail wagging wildly from side to side, brushing against the legs of her owners.
“Dean, if you don`t have anything better to do than tease your brother, you can take Cara for a walk,” Mary suggested.
The twelve-year-old shrugged his shoulders, not feeling too keen to head outside in the cold weather. “Moom…” he whined.
“Dean.” Mary raised her eyebrows at her eldest son.
“I can take Cara for a walk when we get back,” Sam offered as he slipped on his jacket.
“You can take the dog for a quick walk later, and Dean can take her for a long walk now,” Mary said.
“But it`s fucking freez- ow!” Dean`s voice rose to a yelp when Mary landed two swift swats to the seat of his pants.
“Watch your language, and do as you`re told,” she scolded.
Cara barked again, as if she was saying `Listen to your mother, Dean.`
“Fine,” Dean mumbled. He grabbed the dog`s leash and collar from the hook on the wall and slipped it around Cara`s neck. “Come on, girl. Let`s go.” He grabbed his jacket and put it on quickly before heading out the door.
Sam was ready to go, so he followed his brother outside and got in the car.
John watched him go, lingering for just a minute so he could kiss his wife before leaving.
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The 67 Chevy Impala pulled into the small parking lot. Sam jumped out the instant the car came to a complete stop. He looked up at the huge building, reading the golden letters above the massive, wooden double doors: The Museum of Natural History.
His mouth formed a wide grin, and he broke into a run, not bothering to wait for his father to get out of the car.
“Sam.” John called to him as he slammed the car door shut, but the boy ignored him. “Sam!” he called again, sharper this time. It worked. Sam stopped dead in his tracks, turned around and watched his father approach him, silently wondering if Dad was walking so slowly on purpose. Sam was burning with impatience.
“Come on, Dad!” Sam called to his father as John got close to him. The boy turned, ready to start running again, but John stopped him.
“Uh, Sam. Sam! Listen. You don`t run away from me, got it? This museum is huge, and you need to stay within my line of sight at all times. I don`t want you getting lost in there, alright?”
Sam dropped his gaze, pouting slightly. “OK.”
John and Sam walked up to the massive double doors, and John pushed them open. He noticed with a sense of relief and gratefulness that the reception was quiet. Being in the winter, it was low season for tourism. All the better for John. Less people meant less stress.
He approached a large wooden desk where a bald, elderly man wearing glasses and a tweed suit stood, ready to sell them their entrance tickets. John paid, Sam fidgeting impatiently by his side.
The elderly man waved his hand to his right, indicating where the Winchesters were supposed to begin their tour of the museum.
“Through those doors there, and up the stairs, you`ll find our coll-“
John had to interrupt the man as he noticed Sam immediately following the instructions by running through the doors and heading up the stairs.
“Thank you, I`m sure we`ll find our way around the place,” John said politely, giving the man a curt smile before quickly following his son.
He caught up to the boy in no time, and grabbed his arm. “What did I just tell you? Stay close to me,” John hissed, annoyed.
“Sorry,” Sam muttered. He`d just been so eager to get going.
“Come on,” John said. He released Sam, and they headed up the stairs and into a dimly lit room filled with large glass gages containing taxidermy animals, each with a small brown sign at their feet, informing visitors of the English and Latin names of the animals as well as which continent they live on.
Sam forgot all about being sulky because John had scolded him when he saw all the magnificent animals. He hurried from one glass cage to the next, chattering away about the animals: What they eat, how they act. John listened with overbearing patience, but every so often his eyebrows would raise, as Sam told him something even his father didn`t already know.
John reminded himself that his youngest loved animals, and he loved reading books about them. A visit to the Museum of Natural History was a perfect chance for the boy to show off his knowledge, an opportunity he was taking full advantage of.
John had to admit he didn`t care much for the taxidermy animals, they creeped him out. They stared at him through their glass containers with their dead, glossy eyes. The man couldn`t help shuddering a little. Taking Sam to the zoo would have been more pleasant, he thought to himself. At least the animals there were alive. But Sam had been begging John to take him to the Museum, so John let the boy have his way.
As the father and son continued onwards into the next room, which was filled with African animals, John spotted a familiar face.
“Hey, Mike!”
He approached a man standing by the giraffe, it was a collegue of John`s.
“Hi, John. What are you doing here?”
“Here with my youngest.” John indicated the boy by his side, though Sam was hardly interested in polite, adult conversation. He pulled at John`s arm, wanting him to move on, but was ignored.
“Look, Dad!” Sam tried to pull John`s attention away from his co-worker and make him focus on Sam and the animals. “A giraffe! They can kill a lion with a single kick!”
“I don`t doubt it, buddy, but Mike and I are talking,” John said, giving his son a quick pat on the head. “So, Mike,” he continued, turning back to the other man, “You here with your kid?”
Mike nodded. “Yeah, just waiting for the wife and daughter to come back from the bathroom.”
The two men continued talking. Sam stood next to his father, waiting impatiently for him to end the conversation. This was supposed to be their fun day out, and it wasn`t fun for Sam when Dad just stood there flapping his gums to some guy Sam didn`t even know!
After waiting for a few minutes (which felt like an eternity to the eight-year-old) Sam finally wandered off, deciding that if Dad wanted to stand there and talk, Sam didn`t need to listen. He walked around the room, looking at all the African animals before heading into the next one.
A few minutes later, Mike was joined by his wife and daughter. As they walked on, John noticed for the first time that his son had gone.
“Sammy?”
John glanced quickly around, his eyes sweeping the room. Damn it! Where the hell had that kid gone to? John couldn`t believe Sam had the nerve to wander off when he`d already been told twice to stay close to his father.
The man hurried on into the next room, but still he couldn`t find Sam. John quickly walked into the next room, a huge hall where all kinds of sea creatures were on display. The skeleton of a blue whale was hanging from the ceiling, and king crabs and sea turtles were mounted in large glass boxes.
John walked straight past, not bothering to take in the sight of the display all around him, all he cared about was finding his son.
As he reached the end of the great hall, he found Sammy at last. The boy was standing by a tall glass cabinet, looking fascinated at a true life model of the heart and lunges of a killer whale.
“Samuel Winchester!” John barked, startling the boy and causing him to jump and face his father as the man approached him with long, angry steps.
“Dad! I- Noo! Ow! Ow! Stooop! Ow!”
Sam`s voice and the sound of John`s hand swatting the seat of his pants echoed in the great hall, and the boy was grateful that no one else was in the room right now. His hips pushed forward in an instinctive reaction, to try to escape John`s hand and avoid it connecting with his butt. But the former marine had his son in an iron grip, and didn`t let go before he had delivered six firm swats. He wanted to make sure Sam learned that it was wrong to wander off like that, especially after being told several times not to.
Sam had tears in his eyes when John released him, and he sniffed hard as he rubbed at his stinging butt.
“I told you not to wander off, didn`t I?” John scolded.
Sam nodded, and two fat tears trickled down his cheeks. “Sorry.”
“Are you going to do it again?”
Sam sniffed and shook his head.
“Good. Good boy.” John bent down and hugged his son, giving him a few gentle pats on the back. “Have you seen all the sea creatures?” he asked as they broke the embrace.
Sam nodded weakly, keeping his head down.
“Did you see the whale skeleton hanging from the ceiling?” John asked. “Remember the story about Pinocchio, when he and Gepetto were swallowed by the whale?” He grabbed Sam`s hand, not quite willing to take the chance of letting the boy walk on alone.
Sam nodded again, but he didn`t say anything. As he and John moved into the next room, where all kinds of Desert animals were on display, the man felt a stab of guilt as he noticed how subdued his little boy had become after being swatted.
Wanting to encourage his son, John led him over to a glass cage holding a camel. “Look, Sammy. A camel.” He gave the boy`s hand a little squeeze. “What can you tell me about them?”
John looked down, pleased to see a smile forming on Sam`s lips. The boy then proceeded to tell his father all he knew, and John made sure to look impressed and praise his son for knowing so much.
A long while later, John and Sam had finally reached the end of their museum tour. To get to the exit however, they had to pass through a small gift shop. Neither of them had noticed it when they entered the museum, as John had been too busy buying the tickets and chasing after his son, and Sam had been too excited and eager to get in and see the animals.
John was ready to head home, but Sam hung back, admiring the beautiful plushie animals, books and other items.
John stopped, realizing Sam wasn`t following him.
“Sam, come. We`re not gonna buy anything, we`re going home.”
Sam grabbed a book off the shelf. It was a book all about wolves, and he`d love to have it, if only Dad would buy it for him.
“Dad? Can I get this?” he asked pleadingly, turning his puppy dog gaze on his father.
But John resisted, and shook his head. The book was expensive, and the man knew he would be able to get similar books and toys at an ordinary shop to half the price. Besides, Sam hadn`t exactly behaved himself today, and John felt that buying him that book would be like giving him a reward. And John Winchester did not reward his sons when they behaved badly.
“No.” John`s voice was firm as he walked up to Sam.
“But-“
“Sam. I said no. Now come on.”
“Please?”
John didn`t answer, he simply grabbed the book and put it back on the shelf.
Defiantly, Sam grabbed the book again and clutched it tightly to his chest.
John sighed, knowing Sam was testing him.
“I`m warning you, don`t push it,” he growled. “You are not getting that book, put it back.”
Sam stood his ground. “No!”
“Samuel. That`s enough. Put the book back, we`re going home.”
John had hardly finished his sentence before his son threw the book he was holding to the floor with a loud smack, yelling: “That`s not fair! You`re just being stingy!”
John clenched his jaw in anger as he resisted the strong urge to turn the boy upside down and paddle his butt right there in the gift shop.
He grabbed Sam`s arm and muttered in his ear: “You just earned yourself a spanking, kid.”
With that, John proceeded to drag Sam with him out of the gift shop and out of the museum.
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John pulled the Impala up in the driveway outside the Winchester residence. He stole a quick glance in the rearview mirror, noticing that Sam was still pouting silently in the backseat, as he had ever since they`d left the museum.
With a small sigh, John stepped out of the car and went round to open the door for Sam. (The kid was sitting stubbornly with his arms crossed, signalizing that he wasn`t going to open the door himself). The man grabbed his son by the arm and pulled him gently out of the car before leading him into the house.
John quickly removed his boots and jacket, and waited while Sam did the same. Mary came into the hallway, wanting to hear all about the fun day at the museum.
John didn`t say anything, he merely grabbed Sam by the arm the second the boy had shed his winter clothes, and proceeded to march him up the stairs.
“John?” Mary called after him. “What`s going on?”
“I`ll tell you all about it later,” John called curtly over his shoulder before he and Sam reached the top of the stairs and entered the boy`s bedroom.
Once they were inside, John closed the door behind them, and led Sam over to the bed, where John seated himself.
“Sam, your behavior today was unacceptable,” he lectured sternly, fixing his son with a serious gaze. “Not only did you run away from me and wander off on your own after I`d told you several times that you weren`t allowed, you disrespected me and refused to do as you were told. You do not raise your voice at me, and when I tell you something, you listen to me and do as I say. Is that clear?”
Sam, who hadn`t spoken a word since his mini tantrum at the museum gift shop, nodded slowly, his head bowed, and whispered a teary: “Yes, Dad.”
John nodded. “OK. You know you`re getting a spanking, so…” He trailed off, pausing for a heartbeat. He realized the boy was on the verge of tears, and not a single swat had been delivered yet. John wished with all his heart that he didn`t have to do this, but he knew he had no choice. The boy had to learn, and it was his job as a father to teach him. Besides, John had already told the kid he had a spanking coming, so he couldn`t go back on his word. Letting Sam off with a warning would only make the boy think he could get away with anything, or that his fathers words were not to be trusted or taken seriously. “Let`s get these down,” John mumbled, reaching around Sam`s hips to pull down his jeans. He left his underwear in place. For now.
John lifted Sam up and placed him on his stomach across his father`s lap. Securing the child with one hand around his waist, John lifted his hand and began delivering crisp smacks to the small, brief-clad bottom.
Sam jerked and cried out, even at the very first swat. As the spanking progressed, the boy was very quickly brought to tears, wriggling, squirming and kicking with every smack from John`s large, hard hand.
Sam`s misbehavior hadn`t been dangerous, but deliberate disobedience was a huge no-no in John Winchester`s book. He wanted to make sure his son learned not to wander off in public, and to give his son a stern reminder that his father`s word was law.
With this in mind, John pulled Sam`s underwear down, revealing his bottom, which was a deep shade of pink, even though John hadn`t swatted him that many times. His hand was still large enough to cover a large area of Sam`s buttocks, and even though the ex-marine put very little force behind his smacks, they still felt painful and memorable enough for the eight-year-old boy draped across his knees.
John had to force himself to deliver the final four spanks to Sam`s bare bottom, as the boy cried and begged so pitifully.
But as soon as the last swats had landed, John was more than happy to replace Sam`s underwear and turn him upright, making him sit on John`s lap.
The boy leaned close to his father`s chest, and John just held him, murmuring softly and patting his head, until Sam`s breathing was even again and no more tears were rolling down his cheeks.
A few minutes later, Mary knocked softly on the bedroom door. She entered the room, finding Sammy still sitting on John`s lap, his pants around his ankles. Upon seeing his mother entering, Sam climbed down from John`s lap, but when he walked towards her, he nearly stumbled due to his jeans being pooled around his feet.
“Careful.” Mary quickly reached out to steady her son before he fell flat on his face. She put a hand to her face, hiding a little smile as a blushing Sammy bent down and pulled his pants back in place.
Although Mary wanted to know what had happened at the museum and why John had decided to spank Sam, she didn`t want to discuss it with her husband in front of their son. She simply ran a hand softly over Sam`s dark brown head, giving him a warm smile.
Before she could say anything else, Sam asked: “Mom? Can I take Cara for a walk now?”
“Sure, honey. Just don`t stay out too long, it`s cold.” Mary caressed Sam`s face, her heart soaring when she saw his little face light up in a brilliant smile.
But before he could leave the room, John cut in: “Sam-“
Mary interrupted him. “Oh, John, let him,” she said, waving her hand.
Sam stood, uncertain of what to do, and he looked from his mother to his father.
John gave a curt nod and smiled at his youngest. “Go on, Sammy. It`s OK.”
Sam grinned and ran out in the hallway, eagerly calling the name of the family pet. His parents could hear him calling even as he ran down the stairs, and his voice was soon joined by the happy barking of Cara.
Mary turned to her husband and raised her eyebrows. “So… How was your day? Tell me everything.”