Snapshots (Daddy!Sam)
Title: Snapshots (Daddy!Sam)
Author: Capricorn86
Characters: Sam, Laura, Dean, Emily, Alice (John mentioned)
Summary: A collection of ficlets (little snapshots from everyday life)
Disclaimer: I own nothing (apart from my OCs). No profit is being made.
Warning: Contains spanking
Author`s Note: This is an idea shamelessly borrowed from the lovely brassband777. Alice and Emily are different ages here (Emily from 4 months to 8 years old, and Alice from 1 year to 6 years old)
Sam, Laura, Emily (4 months)
Sam Winchester sighed and dragged a hand over his sleepy face as he was awoken by the sound of his baby daughter crying in the nursery across the hall. Emily had recently started sleeping through the night, but she did still wake up occasionally, demanding the attention of her parents.
Next to him, Sam felt his wife Laura roll around in bed, motioning to get up. He was still half asleep, but managed to get up before her, mumbling to his wife: “I`ll get her.”
“Sam, it`s alright. I can deal with her,” Laura replied, turning to her husband as he moved around to her side of the bed. “You go back to sleep, you have to get up early for work tomorrow.”
“I got it,” Sam repeated firmly. “Besides, you get to spend much more time with her during the day than I do.”
Both Sam and Laura had been working full-time before their daughter had been born. Now Laura was on maternity leave for a year, while Sam was working as usual. When Laura would go back to work part-time, Sam would go on paternity leave for three months. Until then, the time he got to spend with his child was limited to the morning and late afternoon.
Sure, Sam hated getting woken up in the middle of the night by a crying baby, it wasn`t easy on Laura either. They were both exhausted, but as Sam didn`t get to see Emily as much during the day, he was happy to tend to her in the nighttime and let his wife get some sorely needed rest.
Sam entered the nursery and approached the crib.
“Hey there, Emily,” he whispered softly as he picked up the weeping infant. He rocked her in his arms for a couple of minutes, hoping it would soothe her back to sleep. When it didn`t work, he carried her over to the changing table in order to check her diaper.
While Sam was undressing the baby, Laura came into the nursery.
“Is she hungry?”
“No, she`s just wet,” Sam answered, proceeding to change his daughter. “You just go back to bed, I got it.”
Laura smiled, though her face was dragged from lack of sleep. She gave her husband a quick kiss on the cheek before turning to exit the room.
“You`re so good with her.”
“I`m learning,” Sam replied dryly as he picked up Emily, who had now stopped crying. He placed her back in the crib, but remained standing, watching his beloved baby girl as she slowly drifted back to sleep.
Sam, Laura, Emily (2)
“Sam, it`s a little late to make changes now.”
Laura turned to her husband, her hazel eyes, which were usually beaming with warmth and kindness, were now cold and hard. “You were the one who said you were fine with leaving all the organizing to me!”
“Keep your voice down, I just put Emily to bed,” Sam hissed, not wanting his daughter to wake up and overhear her parents discussing her birthday party.
Fifteen minutes earlier, Sam had given Emily a fresh diaper and put on her pajamas. Then he`d carried her to her bedroom and read her a story. She had drifted off to sleep as Sam had been reading, and her father didn`t want to wake her up, as he feared it would be a difficult task to put her back to sleep.
Now Sam and Laura were standing in the kitchen, talking about Emily`s birthday party which was going to be held that weekend.
Sam had happily left all the arranging to his wife, but upon hearing what Laura had planned for entertainment at the party he had deeply regretted his decision.
“Why a clown?” asked Sam. “Why not a magician or something like that? In fact, why make such a huge deal of this birthday party in the first place?”
Laura raised her eyebrows, but Sam continued to speak: “Emily is two years old, she won`t even remember this party when she`s older, so what`s the point of making such a huge effort?” He didn`t understand Laura`s point of giving their daughter a huge celebration that she wouldn`t be able to recall a few years from now.
“She`ll enjoy herself just the same if we just have a few kids from kindergarten over and feed them some cake and play games,” Sam said. “We don`t need…” he paused for a heartbeat, taking a deep breath, “… a clown,” he finished finally, giving an involuntary shudder as he uttered the last word.
Laura was annoyed, Sam could tell. She sighed heavily, rubbing at her big, round belly. She was seven months pregnant, and in no mood to have a discussion with her husband about why they couldn`t hire a clown for their daughter`s birthday, especially when he, a week earlier, had been more than happy to let her take care of everything regarding the party.
“Just give me one good reason why you don`t want a clown,” she said, then continued before Sam could answer: “Are you afraid of clowns? Is that it? Had a traumatizing experience at the circus as a child?”
Laura would never have said such a thing if she`d known the truth about her husband`s background. John Winchester had never taken his sons to the circus in their lives.
Sam had told Laura nothing of the supernatural. He didn`t feel she needed to know. The former hunter knew he`d be able to protect his family against any attacker, and protecting them included shielding them from the truth, just as John had done with Sam when he`d been a child.
Laura knew that her husband had lost his mother as a baby (in what Sam had told her was a mere house fire) and that he had travelled and moved around a lot (because John Winchester worked as a “traveling salesman”) but there were plenty of secrets Sam had never let her in on, his phobia of clowns being one of them.
Sam didn`t answer. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. Laura had already made the plans, and Sam had apparently signed off any rights to have his opinion in the matter heard or considered the moment he had agreed to let her handle the organizing.
Sam wasn`t any good with stuff like this, it`s not like he`d ever had a proper birthday party thrown for him when he`d been a kid. Still, he would have liked to have a say, and not be ridiculed when he did voice an objection against Laura`s plan.
“It`s all been arranged,” Laura said, when Sam remained silent. “It`s all paid for and settled. The clown is coming.”
“I`m not having some friggin Pennywise in my house!” Sam exploded, not caring anymore if his wife thought him unreasonable, childish or even selfish.
The sound of his voice woke up Emily, who started crying and calling out for Laura. Sam instantly regretted not keeping his voice down.
Laura groaned. “Nicely done,” she snapped.
She walked out of the kitchen before Sam could stop her. “I can…” he began, wanting to offer to put the toddler back to sleep, but Laura cut him off with a wave of her hand. “I got it, it`s me she wants.”
Sam sighed, weakly shaking his head. The thought of a clown entering his home, invading his privacy, filled him with irrational fear. He hated his phobia, yet he knew no way to get rid of it.
Still, he would just have to face his fear. He wouldn`t miss his daughter`s birthday party for the world.
Sam, Dean, Emily (3) Alice (1) and Laura mentioned
“Dean, be careful.”
Sam looked on with concern in his eyes as his brother Dean was holding three-year-old Emily upside down, causing her to giggle so hard she almost lost her breath.
Dean ignored his little brother. He proceeded to turn the girl right way up before holding her up above his head and starting to run around the living room making air plane noises, much to the delight of his little niece.
“Dean! Be careful with her,” Sam repeated, more firmly this time. “And try to keep the noise down, or you`ll wake up Alice.”
Dean ignored him again and tickled Emily until she shrieked with laughter.
“Hey! If you wake her up, you make her go back to sleep,” Sam threatened.
That worked. Dean sat his niece down on the floor. The girl was laughing so hard she almost couldn`t stand.
“You shouldn`t get her all worked up like that,” Sam said. “I gotta put her to bed in a little while, and when she`s all hyper like that….”
“Will you relax?” Dean rolled his eyes at his little brother. “She`s spent most of her energy now, she`ll be asleep before her sweet little head even touches the pillow.”
Sam wasn`t too sure about that. “Laura`s left me in charge of the girls tonight, and I`ll never hear the end of it if Emily isn`t in bed by the time she comes home. It took me ages to persuade her I could hold down the fort for one evening. I need to show Laura that I can take care of the girls on my own.”
“Of course you can, Sammy,” Dean said, then added with a grin: “With my help.”
Sam just rolled his eyes. He didn`t feel as if his brother was being particularly helpful at the moment.
“More Unca Dean! Mooore!” Emily begged, holding up her little arms, indicating for Dean to pick her up and continue playing with her.
Sam shot Dean a warning glance, and Dean took the hint. He patted the girl gently on the head, telling her they would play more another time.
“Noo play now!” Emily exclaimed stubbornly. “Now!” she repeated in a louder tone upon getting no response from her Uncle.
“Emily, that`s enough,” Sam said firmly. “Playtime is over for today, and Daddy`s going to give you a bath now and put you to bed afterwards.”
The toddler was not very happy to hear that. She loved her Uncle and his rough play. The last thing she wanted right now was to go to sleep and miss out on all the fun while Uncle Dean was here.
Emily`s lower lip shot out in a massive pout, and she stomped her foot once, just as a demonstration of her annoyance.
Dean moved over to the sofa and sat down next to his brother. “Would you look at that,” he said, not even bothering to hide his snigger. “She looks just like you did when you were a kid, Sammy. Well if it isn`t the cutest thing I ever saw.”
Sam didn`t bother responding to his older brother`s comment. Instead he got off the sofa, approached his daughter and picked her up.
“OK, Emily, bath first, then it`s bedtime.”
“Don`t wanna,” the toddler whined, squirming in Sam`s arms as he carried her to the bathroom.
“Goodnight, sweetie,” Dean called to his niece.
It took Sam twice as long as usual to get Emily ready for bed. She usually didn`t fight him or Laura at bedtime, but tonight was special, as Uncle Dean was here, and Emily was in no way ready or willing to go to sleep.
She didn`t protest or try to run away when Sam ran the bath for her. She allowed him to undress her, and Sam managed to bathe her without too much fuss.
The real trouble started once Sam had dried Emily off and started preparing her for bed. She twisted away and shook her head when Sam tried to get her teeth brushed properly, and she escaped from the bathroom twice when he tried to put on her pajamas. Finally, after threatening to spank the girl if she didn`t behave, Emily allowed her father to get her into her night-things and put on a pull-up diaper. The three-year-old was potty-trained, but she still wore pull-ups at night, to avoid accidents.
“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you.” Sam kissed Emily on the cheek after he had laid her down in bed and read her a story.
“Love you, Daddy!” she replied.
The toddler didn`t appear to be very sleepy, but she had obediently stayed in bed while Sam had read to her, and she made no sign of getting up when Sam left the room.
Sam went into the nursery across the hall to check on his youngest. One-year-old Alice was sleeping peacefully. The noise Dean and Emily had been making at play had amazingly not disturbed the baby at all. Sam breathed a light sigh of relief before quietly exiting the room and rejoining his older brother in the living room.
The brothers enjoyed a couple of minutes of quiet conversation before Dean`s eyes suddenly fixed on something behind Sam and broke off in the middle of a sentence.
“What is it?” Sam asked, turning around to see what his brother was looking at. His brow furrowed when he noticed his eldest standing in the entrance to the hallway.
“Want Mommy,” Emily pouted. She wasn`t used to Laura not being there at bedtime, and she didn`t like it.
Sam sighed. He knew he had told his daughter that she`d get spanked if she didn`t do as she was told, but hearing her say that she wanted her mother made him decide to give her one last chance. He understood the girl was upset at the change of routine.
“Mommy won`t be back home until it`s very late. And you need to go to sleep now. Come on,” he prompted gently, grabbing the girl by the hand and leading her back to her room.
Sam had barely had time to come back to the sofa before Emily got out of bed again. She came into the living room - crawling on all fours in an attempt to stay out of sight from her father.
Dean tried hard to hold back his laughter when he saw his young niece coming crawling like a turtle. He couldn`t help it. Emily reminded him so much of little Sammy and all the times he caused trouble for John at bedtime. Plus Emily looked very much like her father. It amused the hell out of Dean.
Sam, however, did not find the situation very comical at all.
“Emily Elizabeth, what did I tell you would happen if you didn`t behave yourself?” he asked sternly as he walked up to the little girl, who had seated herself on the floor.
Emily remembered perfectly well the threat Sam had made earlier, but he hadn`t spanked her the first time she got out of bed, and so she took the chance of voicing an objection once more. “Wanna play, Daddy! Don`t wanna sleep!”
“Well, it`s your bedtime wether you like it or not,” Sam replied dryly. “And now you`re gonna get a spanking for disobeying me.”
Sam picked Emily up and carried her kicking and struggling to the bedroom. Once inside, he sat her down on the floor, reached behind her and started spanking.
Sam put slightly more force into the smacks than he normally would have, in order to make sure he made an impression, considering Emily`s backside was protected by both her pull-up diaper and her pajama bottoms.
The girl had immediately started to cry when the first swat landed, and by the time Sam got to the sixth and final one, she was sobbing.
“There, there, it`s all over sweetie,” Sam soothed when he was finished, pulling his daughter close in a hug, rubbing her back.
From the nursery across the hall, he could hear his youngest crying.
“I got it,” Dean offered kindly, and Sam turned around and flashed him a grateful smile as he passed Emily`s bedroom.
Sam held Emily and rubbed her back, murmuring softly and reassuringly until her crying had subsided. Upon hearing her breathing evening out, Sam pulled out of the embrace and wiped the little girl`s face.
He smiled when she gave a deep yawn.
“Sleepy now, Emily?”
“Uh-huh,” the toddler nodded, her eyes drooping.
Sam laid her down in bed and pulled the duvet over her. He kissed her goodnight once more before heading over to the nursery.
Little baby Alice was already asleep, much to Sam`s astonishment. She usually didn’t go down so easily when she had been awoken by some noise.
“Thanks, Dean,” Sam whispered, giving his older brother a pat on the shoulder.
Dean smiled and looked down upon the sleeping child in the crib. “Anytime, Sammy. Happy to help.”
“Man, I`m glad I have Laura,” Sam mumbled, completely without thinking. “Raising the girls all by myself…” He suddenly realized what he was saying, remembering that Dean had lost his ex girlfriend, the mother of his son and daughter, a little over a year ago.
“Oh my God, Dean. I`m such an idiot. I`m sorry,” Sam said. He was whispering, to prevent little Alice from waking up again.
“It`s OK,” Dean whispered back.
“How is life as a single parent?” Sam dared to ask.
A moment passed before Dean answered. “Hard. But I`m keeping it together. Makes me get a new respect for Dad, you know? He had a hell of a worse time raising us, I`ll bet.”
Sam chuckled softly, then gazed down upon his sleeping youngest. “Yeah, I`ll bet. If I ever did lose Laura, God forbid, I imagine raising these two little angels would be a breeze in comparison to the hell we put Dad through.”
“Angels, you say?” Dean teased.
“Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
Sam, Emily (4) Alice (2)
“Alice! Eww, stop it! Don`t put them in your mouth! What are you doing? Get away from there! No! STOP!”
Emily`s voice sounded quite loudly from her bedroom, and upon hearing a series of thuds accompanied by Alice`s bright giggles, which turned into a teary wail as Emily yelled at her, Sam decided it was time for him to intervene.
When he appeared in the doorway of his eldest bedroom, he quickly took in the scene before him: Emily`s Sylvanian Families figurines lay scattered on the floor. Emily herself was standing by the bookcase, next to a crying Alice. There were several books lying by their feet, and it was obvious to Sam what had happened. Based on what he saw, and the things he had heard Emily say, he figured the girls had been playing, and Alice had been putting the figurines in her mouth, much to the disgust of her older sister. Then, upon being told off, Alice had moved over to the bookcase and started pulling the books out, watching with delight as they landed on the floor.
The problem was that it wasn`t just any of Emily`s books Alice had been tearing from the shelf: They were part of the Beatrix Potter collection. The girls` mother, Laura, had given the complete series to Emily for her fourth birthday. Sam had thought it a strange gift, as their eldest hadn`t learned to read yet, but the girl loved the books, even more so now that her mother had passed. It had given them a massive sentimental value, and even at such a young age, Emily was very protective of her books. Seeing her little sister making them drop to the floor had made her really upset.
“What`s going on in here, girls?” Sam asked, though he had a pretty good idea already.
“Emmy bad!” Alice wailed, pointing an accusing, chubby finger at her big sister, thinking Emily was in the wrong for putting an end to her fun.
Before Sam could even open his mouth, Emily shot back defensively: “No! Alice bad! Bad Alice!” she scolded, as if her little sister was a disobedient dog.
Sam knelt down beside his two daughters and put his hand on the shoulder of each of them, wanting to soothe his upset youngest, and calm down his angry eldest.
“Alright, that`s enough,” he said calmly. “Emily, tell me what happened.”
The dark-haired four-year-old proceeded to tell her father exactly what he thought had been going on before he entered the room. Still, he allowed his eldest to speak without interrupting her.
“I see,” he mumbled, then turned to Alice. She had calmed down while Emily was speaking, but when Sam scolded her for tearing the books out of the shelf, fresh tears spilled from her hazel eyes.
Sam turned back to Emily, fixing her green gaze with his own. “I understand that you got angry, but Alice is still little. You need to be more patient with her. Understand, sweetheart?”
Patience wasn`t exactly Emily`s strong point, but she nodded to her father anyway, promising to give it her best shot. “OK, I guess I`ll try.”
Sam smiled warmly at her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek before he picked up one of the books from the floor and once more turned to his youngest.
“Alice,” he said, offering the book for the upset toddler to hold. “Wanna help your sister put the books back?”
The little girl immediately grabbed the book her father was holding, and after a few seconds of sniffing, she hesitantly took a step towards the bookcase and laid the book down on the bottom shelf.
“Good job, Alice!” Sam praised his youngest, who when she turned back to face him, had a huge grin on her face. She felt pleased to be helping her big sister, and overjoyed at getting praise from Daddy.
A minute later the girls had replaced the books on the shelf, and Sam returned to the living room after giving his daughters an instruction to “play nice.”
When he again seated himself on the sofa, he heard the bright giggling of Alice once more, but this time Emily was joining in, laughing loudly.
Sam smiled to himself. Six months had gone by since Laura`s passing, and although Sam had thought he would never feel happy again, hearing the laughter of his daughters made his heart swell with fatherly affection and something that at least resembled joy. Laura was gone, but he still had the girls, and that was really all he needed.
Sam, Emily (5) Alice (3)
Sam was busy preparing dinner when he felt a little hand tugging at his jeans. He looked down to meet the pleading gaze of his youngest daughter.
“What is it, Alice?” he asked kindly before turning his attention back to the pot of spaghetti he was cooking.
The three-year-old responded by pointing to the blue and white ceramic jar standing on the counter top that she was much too small to reach. “Want cookie!”
“Wait till after dinner,” Sam responded automatically. He was used to his daughters, and Alice especially, begging treats when they were beginning to get hungry. He knew very well that giving them something sweet shortly before a meal would spoil their appetite.
“No, want cookie now!” Alice persisted, tugging harder at Sam`s jean-clad leg.
When Sam ignored her, the toddler made an attempt to climb up on the counter by using the handles on the kitchen drawers as a ladder. She did however not manage to do more than grab onto one handle and lift her leg to stand on the other before Sam saw what she was doing and stopped her.
“Oh no you don`t!” Sam grabbed the girl and placed her away from the counter. “You do not climb on the furniture, you could fall and hurt yourself!” he scolded sternly.
Alice`s eyes filled with tears at Sam`s stern voice. “Want cookie,” she whined.
Sam sighed. Why did his youngest insist on being so damn stubborn? “I told you, Alice, you`re not getting a cookie until after dinner.”
He turned back to the stove in order to keep an eye on the boiling pot of water, but he immediately turned back to face his daughter upon feeling her kick him in the shin. Alice hadn`t kicked hard, but Sam was not prepared to tolerate such behavior.
“Alice Marie Winchester! We do not kick people!”
The three-year-old, who was angry at her father for not letting her have her way, and upset because he told her off, stomped her little feet and screamed.
Sam`s reaction was instantaneous. He grabbed the little girl`s arm, turned her sideways and smacked her bottom sharply five times, stopping the tantrum before it could escalate, and disciplining her for kicking him in the first place.
The swats made a flood of tears flow from Alice`s eyes, and her previous scream rose to a wail. Sam hadn`t swatted her very hard, just enough to leave a mild sting. Still, to the little girl, the swats had felt really, really painful! She hated getting spanked, and her Daddy`s hand had no problem covering her entire backside.
Sam released his grip on Alice, and she immediately reached behind herself to rub at the sting, howling dramatically. Alice was a quite sensitive and emotional child. Even a single swat from Sam would make her burst into tears.
It hurt Sam to see his baby girl cry, but he knew it had been necessary to deal out some discipline. He also knew that his late wife Laura wouldn`t have agreed with him swatting Alice, as she didn`t really believe in corporal punishment unless for serious offences. And in Laura`s eyes, nothing the girls ever did seemed serious enough, which it was why Sam was usually the one having to dish out smacks every now and then.
Sam quickly pulled his youngest into a hug and told her that he loved her. He had to pick her up and place her on his hip so he could comfort the girl and keep an eye on the pot on the stove at the same time.
“Sorry, Daddy,” the toddler mumbled once her crying had subsided, leaning her head heavily against her father`s shoulder.
“It`s alright, I`ve forgiven you.” Sam gave her a kiss on the forehead before setting her down on the floor. “Go tell your sister that dinner is ready, OK?”
Alice complied immediately by yelling at the top of her lungs: “EMMY! DINNER!”
Sam jumped at the loud sound of his youngest voice, almost causing him to knock the pot over and spill boiling water all over himself and Alice. He quickly took a deep breath, deciding to let that one slide.
Emily came into the kitchen. “Daddy, I`m not so hungry. Can I get cookies instead?”
Before Sam could reply, Alice told her sister in a very serious tone: “No, Emmy! No cookie! After dinner!”
Sam had to put a hand to his mouth to hide his grin. “That`s right, baby girl.”
Sam, Emily (6) Alice (4)
This is a “missing scene” from At The Zoo.
Sam pulled the car into the driveway in front of his house and parked. He turned and looked at the girls in the backseat. His four-year-old was sleeping, exhausted from their long, fun day at the zoo. Sam was grateful that she had fallen asleep on her own. It saved him from the trouble of having to put her down for a nap before dinner.
But before he could start preparing a meal for himself and his daughters, he had a matter of discipline to attend to.
Sam glanced at his six-year-old, but Emily was avoiding looking at her father. She had been told she had a spanking coming for running away at the zoo, and she had been quiet and subdued the whole drive back.
Sam gave a small sigh, wishing desperately that he didn`t have to go through with it. But he knew he couldn`t go back on his word, and besides: Emily had a history of running off in public. It was a dangerous habit that needed to be dealt with. Right now was a good a time as any.
“Emily, go to your room and wait for me. I`ll be there in a minute.”
The girl obeyed, but Sam remained seated in the driver`s seat, watching his youngest sleep. He considered carrying her inside and putting her to bed in her room, but he feared she would be awoken by the sound of the spanking Emily would soon receive. Leaving her in the car, at least for a little while, seemed like the best solution.
Sam took a few deep breaths before finally entering Emily`s bedroom. The girl was sitting on the bed, studying the pattern on her bed sheet with intense scrutiny.
Sam seated himself next to her, but even when he started speaking, the girl still refused to look at him.
“Emily, you know better than to run off in public. You really scared me today; I thought something had happened to you. Can you promise you won`t ever do something like that again?”
The six-year-old nodded slowly, muttering an apology.
“I know you`re sorry, but you`re still getting a spanking,” Sam said, his voice now taking on a more firm tone.
He lifted the girl off the bed and quickly unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down to her knees. Then he proceeded to place Emily across his lap, doing his best to ignore her small whined protests.
Sam immediately begun spanking the second his daughter was in position. His hand connected sharply with her panty-clad bottom, and the girl yelped loudly. As Sam continued to lay down the swats, Emily was quickly brought to tears, and soon she was kicking her little legs and struggling to get off Sam`s lap and away from his punishing hand.
“Oww! Daaddyy it huuurrts! I`m sorry!” she wailed.
Sam heard her of course, and had no doubt about either statement, but he hardened his heart and pulled down Emily`s underwear in order to deliver a final round of swats on the bare, to really drive the lesson home.
Emily was now struggling so forcefully that Sam had to tug her in closer to his stomach to prevent her from rolling right off his lap. He also tipped the girl forward slightly, to get better access before he finally raised his hand again and finished the spanking with six stinging slaps to Emily`s sit spots.
The girl was sobbing hard when it was over. Sam rubbed her back gently and hoped with all his heart that this would be the last time he`d have to spank his eldest for wandering off in public.
Bobby Singer, Sam Winchester, Mentions of Emily (8) and Alice (6)
This is a “missing scene” from Weekend at Bobby`s.
“You whacked my daughter with a spoon?”
Sam`s voice filled the library at Bobby Singer`s house, and he gave the other man a piercing glare.
Sam had left his two daughters in Bobby`s care over the weekend, while he was out of town. He had just come back to pick them up, and had learned that Alice had broken a window in the library. Emily, wanting to protect her little sister, had told Bobby she had been the one to blame, and so she had been the one to take the punishment.
“Technically, it was a ladle. I was making soup, and-“ Bobby broke off upon noticing the dangerous expression on Sam`s face. He wasn`t used to seeing him like this. Sam rarely got angry, and he hardly ever raised his voice. Bobby continued, trying to defend himself: “And you have given me permission to spank the kids if they misbehave.”
“Yes, but not with a fucking spoon! Or ladle or any other kind of kitchen appliance! I never, ever spank the girls with anything else but my hand, and I never will.” Sam took a deep breath. “You overstepped your bounds, Bobby.”
“You left the girls in my care. When you and Dean were kids, you knew damn well what to expect when you broke the rules on my watch.” Bobby paused for a moment, then mumbled: “But I guess I came down a little too harshly on Emily. Poor girl didn`t even do nothin.”
“That`s another thing,” Sam said accusingly. “Dean covered for me countless times over the years, and you still can`t tell when a kid is lying to protect their little sibling? You made no effort to find out who was really to blame for the broken window, did you?”
“Emily told me she had done it, why shouldn`t I believe her?” Bobby shot back.
“I still think you were out of line.”
Bobby snorted. “John never made any fuss over me spanking you or Dean, wether it be with my hand or something else.”
Sam`s eyes were burning. “I`m not like him.”
A couple of heartbeats passed before Sam spoke again: “Sorry about the window. I`ll be speaking to Alice about that.”
Bobby wanted to say that Sam should do more than speak, but he didn`t want to start a proper argument. He knew Sam was more like John than he`d ever want to admit, and so he feared that if he pushed the man too far, Bobby might forget about seeing Emily and Alice for a long time. So he kept his mouth shut and just nodded curtly.
Fin