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Will Winchester stretched in his chair, groaning. He was busy studying for a test he was going to take the next day. The problem was that he couldn`t care less about the test - he honestly didn`t give a shit if he passed or failed. He was just so sick and tired of school and everything related to it. He had one more year left at High School before sweet freedom was his, and he could get a job, or even attend college. He hadn`t decided yet.
For the past few months, Will`s grades had been gradually dropping, as the teen cared less and less about doing homework, studying or in fact showing up for classes. He had gotten detention several times, and the school had informed his father Dean about the situation.
Dean had responded by giving his son a serious lecture on the importance of schoolwork, and grounded him until further notice, in order to make sure the boy focus his attention on homework, and get his grades up. In addition, Dean had driven his son to and from school every single day while he was grounded, so as not to give the kid a chance to skip any days.
Normally, Will and Dean had a very good relationship, but with Will`s teenage hormones making him restless and giving him a bit of an attitude, Dean`s patience had really been put to the test. More than one day during the grounding had ended with Will going to sleep on his belly.
For the first two weeks of the grounding, Will had not been allowed to see his friends, or his boyfriend David. On this, Dean had been adamant. He was not going to stand by and watch his son fail High School. He had been through rough patches like this before with his daughter, Dawn, and Dean was determined to get his youngest too through school, even if it ended up killing them both.
When he was finally allowed freedom again, Will had really shaped up. He had attended all classes, done all his homework and passed all tests. He would never become the perfect student, he rarely got As in any subject, but the grades themselves didn`t matter that much to Will or his father.
Dean had made it clear to both his children that all he ever expected them to do was their best. He had never given them a hard time over bad grades, not as long as he was certain they had really applied themselves and tried to learn and understand the material.
During the time Will was grounded, and working on make up tests and generally getting his grades back up to an acceptable level, both Dean and Dawn had spent hours studying with Will. They had put up with him at his worst moments, when he was swearing like a sailor because he was so sick and tired of school and cursing all homework to hell and back, and when he was weeping with sheer frustration because he couldn`t make sense of his Maths homework. Some hefty arguments had broken out, both between Will and his sister and Will and Dean. But in the end, the little family had not drifted apart, if anything, helping Will had brought them all closer, and strengthened their relationship.
Three months had now passed since the grounding had ended, and tonight Dean`s seventeen-year-old son really had intended to be a good student and prepare for the test tomorrow. Really, he had! He had already spent two nights in a row poring over his books and notes from class, but he felt with an increasing sense of despair that not much information seemed to actually stick in his head.
Will was uncertain how well he was going to do on the test the following day, he wasn`t even sure he`d pass, despite all the studying he had been doing.
It was late in the afternoon, and Will had plenty of time before he`d be ordered off to bed. He was really intending on studying hard. Seriously.
He had taken care of his physical needs: Eaten a good meal so he wouldn`t be distracted by hunger, he had an ice coffee on his desk to give him energy, and he`d recently been to the bathroom.
His stereo was playing soft music in the background, to drown out the sound of Dean watching TV downstairs.
There was nothing that could distract Will Winchester tonight. Nothing and no one could pull his attention away from studying. Except…
Will`s ice blue eyes shot a glance at his mobile lying on his desk. It began to vibrate, signaling an incoming text.
Will picked up the phone, and a smile spread across his young, handsome face as he realized who had sent it.
David: Hey sexy. What u up 2?
Will immediately sent his boyfriend a reply. Studying. You?
He didn`t have to wait long for the answer.
David: Life`s too short to be wasted on school work. I`m watching Phantom of the Opera.
Will wrinkled his brow in confusion and hastily typed: Dude, you hate musicals. Wait, are you watching the porn version?
A minute went by before another text appeared in Will`s inbox:
David: There`s a porn version? Why didn`t I know about this? No, I don`t generally like musicals, but Phantom is pretty cool, and Gerard Butler is freakin HOT!
Will grinned, he couldn`t argue with that. True. Ah man, I so wanna see you right now. I`m so sick of studying!
David: Come on over, my parents will be out all night.
Will hesitated before writing a reply. He really wanted to see his boyfriend, but he didn`t want to get in trouble with Dean for not doing his schoolwork. I should really prepare properly for this test. My Dad`s been on my case about schoolwork for months now. I`m so sick of it.
Will waited impatiently for the reply, fearing David would get annoyed with him.
David: You can drop by for a little while, can`t you?
Will bit his lip, his fingers moving slowly over the keys on his phone: I don`t know…
David: Come on. Please? I miss you.
The two teens had both been busy the last couple of weeks, and so they had had little time to see each other. There was nothing Will would rather be doing right now than see his lover. David meant way more to him than getting a good grade on a stupid test. He had studied the two previous nights, anyway; surely Dad would agree that he needed a break?
Finally Will answered the last text: Gah! You know I can`t resist you when you act all cute like that. Alright, fine. But I better head back home early so I can cram in some more revision before bed.
David: Life`s too short, dude…
Will smiled and quickly typed: See you in 30 min. Love you!
David: Looking forward to it. Love you too.
As soon as he`d gotten the last text, Will headed grabbed his books and notes, and headed out of his room and down the stairs.
Will went into the living room, where Dean was seated on the sofa, watching TV. Will`s sister, Dawn, came walking in from the kitchen, wearing black jeans and a dark green sweater with a parrot printed on the back - her uniform. After graduating High School, she`d started working full time at a pet store. Today was actually her day off, as she was going to work that Saturday, but the manager had called her a few minutes earlier, asking if Dawn could come in for a couple hours in the afternoon, as one of her colleagues had gotten sick.
Now Dawn was ready to head out.
She and Will asked Dean, almost in unison: “Dad, can I take the car?”
Dean turned down the volume on the TV in order to talk to his children, but before he could open his mouth, Will cut in: “Are you going to work now?”
Dawn rolled her eyes and tossed her long, blonde hair back across her shoulder. “No, I`m wearing my uniform because it looks so cool.”
“But I need the car!” Will protested.
“You don`t have a license,” Dawn reminded him.
“Can`t you drive me? I promised David I`d come over,” Will pleaded.
“I gotta go to work, and I`m late as it is. I don`t have time to drop you off at your boyfriend`s,” Dawn said.
“But it`s important that I see him tonight, he`s gonna help me study!” Will knew that if he went over to his boyfriend`s place, preparing for the test tomorrow would be the last thing on his mind, but he hoped this argument would persuade his sister into taking him with her, not to mention convince his dad to let him go.
“Yeah, I imagine the subjects of anatomy and biology would be studied most thoroughly!” Dawn said teasingly, grinning as she noticed her brother`s cheeks turn pink.
“Alright, that`s enough!” Dean snapped sharply, making both his children turn their heads towards him. “Dawn, you take the car. Drive carefully. Have a good day at work.”
Without a word, Dawn smiled at her father and went into the hallway to get the keys to the Impala.
“But-“ Will wanted to object, but Dean silenced his son with a look.
“Will, you`re going to march right back in your room and study for the test tomorrow. You`re more than welcome to see David after school tomorrow and during the weekend, but you`re not going anywhere tonight.”
“But I already told him I would come over!” Will whined. “Can`t he come over here instead? Please Dad!”
“I am not going to discuss this with you,” Dean said firmly. “You have a test tomorrow that you need to study for. No distractions, not tonight.”
Will rarely got angry. He was a patient person, and it took a lot to get him really pissed. But his teenage hormones was not to be denied, and right now Will was getting more mad by the second, almost feeling hatred towards his father for spoiling his plans and not letting him have this sweet distraction from his schoolwork. Like his very life depended on passing this one damn test. It was so unfair.
“You can`t deny me to see my boyfriend!” Will yelled. He was too upset at this point to care if his father got angry at him. “It`s just for a couple hours, for fuck`s sake! I bet if Dawn wanted to go see her boyfriend, you`d let her! You`re always nicer to her, it`s not fair!”
Dean did not appreciate his son yelling at him and swearing to his face, but he was prepared to tolerate it… up to a certain point.
Will`s argument was ridiculous and untrue. Dean Winchester treated his children equally; they both obeyed the same rules and suffered the same consequences if they broke them. Dean tried to remind himself that his son was a teenager, an angry and upset one at that, and pretty much everything Dean did and said these days was wrong and unfair.
Still, Will wasn`t giving him as much grief as Dawn had. For Dean, having a teenage girl in the house had been pure hell. He had reckoned it would be easier with his son, which it had been, most of the time. It had less to do with Will being a boy and more to do with his generally calmer, more easy-going personality. Still, being a teenager is not easy, and Will certainly had been giving his father more than a few grey hairs over the last couple of years.
Dean locked gazes with his son.
Will`s blue eyes were shooting ice shards at his father, and his breathing grew heavy, both with anger and a sense of fear. The teen was uncertain of what kind of consequence his little outburst would have.
Dean decided to go easy on the kid.
“Will, first of all, you don`t have a license, so you driving alone over to David`s house would be illegal. Second, Dawn is nineteen now, so she can for the most part to as she pleases, also she doesn`t have a boyfriend right now. Thirdly, David can`t come over here because you need to prepare for the test tomorrow, and that`s exactly what you`re going to do now. Go to your room and continue your studying before you say or do something that`ll earn you a spanking, got it?”
“Fuck you.”
Will spat the words out, not even stopping to think about the reaction it would spark in his father. It was more common for Dawn to be the one to speak before thinking, but in that moment Will threw all caution overboard and let his tongue give sound to his feelings. He was beyond sick and tired of school and studying, and he couldn`t believe how mean his dad was acting.
“WILLIAM WINCHESTER!” Dean roared.
That was just it. Dean had really hoped it wouldn`t come to his, but right now his son was begging for a butt blistering. There was no way Dean would let the kid get away with speaking to his father like that, regardless of how angry or upset he may feel, saying stuff like that was completely unacceptable.
Will jumped at the volume of his dad`s voice. Shit. Should`ve kept my mouth shut.
In the fraction of a second it took for Dean to walk around the table and grab a hold of his son`s arm, Will seriously considered running for it. But before he could get his legs to move, Dean had already grabbed him, and now he was dragging the kid over to the sofa. At seventeen, Will was just as tall as Dean, and hours of exercise both on and off the football field had made the teen strong and lean. He was however no match at all for Dean`s rock hard muscle, and the boy felt himself almost being lifted off his feet as Dean walked over to the sofa and seated himself.
Will hardly needed to be told what was going to happen, but he tried to struggle all the same, in a futile attempt to escape.
He had no intention of apologizing though, not yet anyway. He was just too angry and upset.
Dean was angry too. No son of his would speak to him like that and walk away without a sore butt!
When he started smacking the seat of Will`s jeans, Dean made good use of the strong muscle in his forearm, wanting to make sure that his son felt the swats properly through his clothing and that he learned not to be disrespectful. If the sound Will was making was any indication, he felt it alright.
“You never, ever speak to me like that, do you hear me?” Dean scolded his son sternly, not missing a beat in the spanking he was giving him. “I don`t care if you feel unfairly treated or if you`re pissed off at me or the world, it`s no excuse to act like a brat and swear to my face.”
Dean continued, spanking without speaking for three minutes. For Will, it was three long and painful minutes. He had tears stinging in his eyes by the time his father spoke again.
“Now you`re going to study for your test for the next two hours, and then you can go to bed. You need to reflect upon your actions, young man. You`re damn lucky I`m not taking my belt to you right now.”
Dean heard Will begin to sob as he spoke, and finally stopped the spanking after landing a last round of powerful swats. He didn`t trust himself to continue, scared he would really hurt the boy in his anger. He had brought the teen to tears, and that would just have to do for now. He didn`t care that he hadn`t gotten a proper apology. Will was crying, and Dean had no doubt that he regretted the way he had spoken to him.
Dean gave Will a few gentle pats on the back, to indicate that the punishment had ended and that he was allowed to get up.
“I know you didn`t mean what you said, Will,” Dean said calmly as the boy raised himself off his lap. “You know I love you, and I just want what`s best for you. Sometimes that includes making decisions you don`t agree with, but that`s life, kid.”
Will didn`t answer. He tried choking down his sobs, hating the fact that his dad had just put him over his knees and spanked him like a disobedient little boy, and hating even more that he had made him cry. He wasn`t a kid anymore, and he hated his dad treating him like one.
Normally, Will would have happily accepted the comfort offered by Dean after a spanking, but the boy still had a lot of anger left in him. He really wasn`t in a huggy, cuddly mood right now. He just wanted to be left alone, to get away from his dad.
Dean held out his arms, expecting Will to lean into them. Instead, the teen turned on his heel and headed up the stairs, not giving his dad as much as a look.
Dean sighed heavily and slumped back down on the sofa.
--- SPN ---
Will apologized to his dad later that night, when Dean came to say goodnight. The teen hadn`t gotten much studying done, however. He had spent the remainder of the afternoon lying on the bed, avoiding putting pressure on his sore backside, and secretly talking to the phone with his boyfriend David, having a mammoth bitch about his dad and his unfair rules.
--- SPN ---
Three days later, Dean and Will were both sitting in the Principal`s Office at Will`s school. The Principal had called Dean and asked for a meeting in order to discuss the matter of the test Will had taken.
Dean raised his eyebrows at the woman sitting behind the desk. She couldn`t be serious. She was telling him that his son had cheated on the test, copied his answers off another student. That couldn`t be true. Will wouldn`t cheat.
“So, what, it`s Will`s word against that of the other kid? What makes you think it was Will who copied off the other student? What kind of proof do you have that he is the cheater here?”
Dean`s eyes shot green fire at the female principal, refusing to believe that his son would be so stupid as to cheat on a test. He knew better than that, and besides, he`d have no reason to do something like that, not with all the studying and preparing he had been doing for that test.
“Mr. Winchester, William has admitted that he cheated.”
The Principal spoke slowly, in a calm tone. She was used to dealing with parents who thought their children were perfect angels who would never do anything wrong or immoral.
“Maybe he was covering for the other kid, you thought about that?” Dean shot back. “Maybe he`s friends with the other student, or has a crush on him or something.”
Will blushed fiercely and turned to his father. “Dad!”
“William, just tell your father what you told me,” the Principal said gently.
Dean stared at his son, who bravely met his gaze. “I did it, Dad. I cheated.”
“At this point I`d like to mention that William didn`t copy all the answers off the other student, just a few. He confessed the cheating to his teacher when he came into school this morning,” the Principal said.
It hardly made things better as far as Dean was concerned.
“Normally, cheating is punished by a three day suspension,” the Principal continued calmly, “but considering William chose to come forward, I`m going to let him off with one week of detention instead. Tomorrow he will be given the chance to re-take the test. I suggest you spend the rest of your day to prepare. You will not be given any more chances to pass this test,” she finished, speaking directly to Will, who nodded seriously.
“That is all,” the Principal got up from her chair, signalizing the end of the little meeting. She shook Dean`s hand, not even wincing when Dean almost crushed her hand. “Thank you for coming in, Mr. Winchester. I know this information must have been a bit of a shock to you, but please keep in mind that your son chose to admit what he had done. He made a wrong choice, but he has shown that he`s willing to correct his mistake.”
The Principal smiled warmly at Dean and Will.
The seventeen-year-old boy got slowly up from his chair and went out the door.
Dean gave the Principal a curt nod, his jaw clenching tightly in anger as he turned to follow his son, resisting the strong urge to swat his ass all the way out to the parking lot.
--- SPN ---
Two hours.
Will had been waiting in his room for two hours before he finally heard Dean`s heavy footsteps on the stairs. Dean had sent Dawn off to the store. He didn`t want her to have to overhear the belt whipping he was going to give her brother, it would be hard enough for Dean to have to deliver it without knowing his eldest was somewhere in the house, covering her ears or turning the volume on the TV up to drown out Will`s yelps of pain and the sound of the belt cracking down on his naked ass.
Dean had had to listen to John bust Sam`s ass countless times over the years. He was not going to put his own children through the same shit if it could be avoided.
Dean went into Will`s bedroom and closed the door behind him, even though they were alone in the house.
Will was sitting on the bed, eying his father nervously as the man entered and stood by the door, arms folded across his chest.
They had not spoken a word to each other since the meeting at the Principal`s Office. Dean had been too angry to speak to or deal with his son, and Will simply didn`t know what to say.
“I just wanna know why.”
Dean`s words hung in the air for a few seconds.
“I wrote down the stuff I knew, and copied the stuff I didn`t,” Will answered slowly. “I had studied and all, but I couldn`t remember all that I needed to. It wasn`t enough. I was scared I`d fail, so I ended up cheating. I know it was wrong, so you can just spare me the lecture.”
Will hung his head, dreading the spanking he knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had coming. He`d fucked up so bad.
When Dean didn`t speak, Will decided he might as well break the silence by voicing the thoughts that had been churning in his head for months now. He was seriously considering dropping out.
“I`m sick of school! I wanna work, like Dawn!”
“Your sister graduated from High School before starting to work, and that`s exactly what you`ll do too,” Dean replied immediately. No way was Will dropping out. He had one year to go, and it was Dean`s job as a father to make sure he got through it.
“If you don`t want to go to college yet, that`s your decision, but I`m telling you.. dropping out of High School is the worst choice you`ll ever make. Get your High School diploma, and then you can get a job, and attend college whenever you feel ready.” Dean sighed. “Look, Will… I was your age once, and believe me, I was not a good student. Drove my poor dad up the wall with all the trouble I got in. He was called in to the Principal`s Office at least once a month. I was in detention all the time, and I skipped school and bunked off my homework a lot. But my dad helped me to get my shit together, and eventually I managed to graduate from High School. Never got a single A in my life, but I didn`t care. I got the diploma, and that meant I was free to do whatever I wanted.”
“So you became a mechanic.” Will dared a little cheeky grin.
Dean chuckled, grateful to relieve the thick tension in the room. “And once you graduate, you can do whatever you want. You can start working at the pet shop with Dawn.”
Will grimaced. “Nah, I see enough of her as it is.”
Dean smiled, knowing full well his son wasn`t being serious. Then he turned grave. The lecture and little heart-to-heart was over, now it was time to get on with the punishment.
“You never cheated in school, did you?” Will asked.
Dean shook his head. “No, I earned my bad grades fair and square.”
“I`m sorry I cheated. I`ll never do it again,” the seventeen-year-old said honestly. “I felt so ashamed afterwards, and I didn`t want to get the other kid in trouble, so I went and confessed to the teacher first thing this morning. Tonight I`ll study harder than ever, and tomorrow I`ll take the test, and I`ll get an A, I promise.”
“Take it easy, son,” Dean said. “As long as you pass the test, that`s what matters. No matter what kind of letter your teacher will write in the corner of the paper, what matters to me is knowing you did your best and earned your grade in an honest way.”
Will smiled. “OK. Thanks, Dad.”
Dean waited another moment before dropping his hands to his belt. God, how he wished he didn`t have to do this. He had been so pissed off upon learning Will had cheated, but all his anger had vanished now. He had taken all the time he needed to calm down before coming up to talk to his son. He wouldn`t allow himself to spank the boy in anger again, like he had three days earlier. Not when he was clutching a leather belt in his hand.
Will caught the movement, and without having to be told, he got off the bed and dropped his pants. He bent over and picked his jeans off the floor and put them on the bed before lowering his underwear and finally he bent over the bed, his buttocks clenching as he waited for his father to unbuckle his belt and begin.
Dean dragged a hand over his face. He felt tired, and he wanted to walk away, but knew he couldn`t. He had to do his job as a father, regardless of how painful that would be for both himself and his son. Will was prepared to face the consequences of his actions, and that made it easier, if only by a little.
Dean unbuckled his belt and doubled it over in his hand, making sure the buckle was safely tucked away inside his palm.
The sound of leather brushing against denim as Dean slid his belt out of the loops, and the clinking sound as he prepared the belt for the first strike sent shivers up Will`s spine and made his blood turn cold. It wasn`t the first time he got a taste of his dad`s belt, and something told him it sure as hell wouldn`t be the last.
His hands grabbed two fistfuls of the duvet, and Will closed his eyes as he anticipated the first blow.
“You`re getting seventeen. Your age.” Dean`s voice was flat, betraying nothing of the emotion he was feeling.
Will didn`t answer. He just wanted his dad to get started. The sooner the punishment got underway, the sooner it would be over.
The boy grit his teeth against the pain as the first strike landed across his buttocks. The next one followed immediately, and another, then another.
Dean landed the blows one after the next, taking great care to keep count in his head, but not utter the numbers out loud.
After landing five blows across Will`s butt cheeks, Dean landed the next five to the top of his thighs. The teen was already in tears by this point, and his crying soon intensified to sobbing as the number of lashes increased.
Dean hit hard and fast, wanting to get it over with as fast as possible. He knew very well from painful experience how much the belt hurt, and he hated using it on his own child, but he knew Will wasn`t a little boy anymore. He was a young man, and as such stronger measures were called for to keep him in line.
Two blows to the right butt cheek. Will yelped loudly, tears flowing down his cheeks.
The last five strokes were given, each one hitting a spot that had already been assaulted by leather, each one yielding a broken sob from the teenager bending over the bed.
The second he withdrew his arm after landing the last blow, Dean tossed the belt across the room, as if it had burned his hand.
He truly hated punishing his children, but what kind of father would he be if he`d let them get away with everything?
Dean helped Will get up, and immediately pulled him close in an embrace. He rubbed the teen`s back, murmuring soft reassurances in his ear as his crying slowly subsided, telling Will he was forgiven for his mistake and that his dad loved him.
Will never wanted his dad to let go. He just wanted to be held and be close to his father, to know that he was loved, despite all the things he had said and done. The teen couldn`t understand how it was possible for his dad to hold so much forgiveness. No matter how badly Will screwed up, he could always count on his father to help him set things straight.
Tomorrow Will was going to take the test, feeling safe in knowing that regardless of what grade he got, his dad would be proud of him.
Then, after school, he`d head over to his boyfriend David`s house for a round of video games and some great, hot sex.
As Will felt Dean`s hand rub his back and heard his soft voice in his ear he felt confident that everything would be alright. Life wasn`t so bad after all.