Dean through the years Part 2 Teen! chester: Birthday Fill for reapertownusa
Artist/Author: Itsmecoon
Type of work: Fiction
Title: Dean through the years. A birthday fic for Reapertownusa
Fandom: Supernatural
Main Characters/Parings: John/Dean, Dean/Henriksen
Type of Spanking: Parental/wee, Parental/teen, adult punishment
implement(s): Hand, spoon, belt, switch, brush
Beta: Trumansshell (THANK YOU)
Summary: I don't own these characters; I just brought them out to play.
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 12,184 (Posting in 3 parts)
Notes & Warnings: Harsh/bad language/Spanking of minors and adult.
This was a birthday request. This is harsher than I have written before but enjoyed the challenge. Reapertownusa, I hope you had a great birthday and enjoy your belated present
“She’s so hot Sammy, I mean smoking hot.” 18 year old Dean was explaining this girl to his 14 year old brother.
“I get that but if dad catches you, your ass will be so hot Dean, I mean smoking hot.” Sammy teased Dean acting like a school girl about to faint.
“You think you’re funny don’t you squirt? Well you’re not and I’ll show you just how not funny you are.” Dean exclaimed and started chasing Sammy.
“Not fair Dean,” Sammy muttered as Dean was sitting on him and his face was down in the carpet.
“Come on princess is that all you got?” Dean laughed. “I thought you were a hunter Samantha.”
Sammy hated it when Dean called him names, especially Princess and Samantha. His dad taught him a new move last week that Dean didn’t know he knew. Dean had been out on a quick salt and burn with Bobby so John and Sammy could spend some time together. They fought so much lately that John wanted to spend some quality time with Sammy before he resented it.
Sam was flexible enough to pull this new move off. Dean was sitting on Sam’s lower back, with his arms pushing Sammy’s shoulders into the ground. Sammy bucked and rolled so Dean was now sitting on his stomach but still Dean held him down. Sammy wrapped his legs around Dean’s neck and flipped Dean over and climbed on top of him. Dean was shocked and laughed as he was pinned by his baby brother.
“I see someone has been eating his wheaties huh Samantha!”
Sam leaned down in Dean’s face and yelled, “Quit calling me Samantha.”
Sam jumped up and held his hand out for Dean. Dean accepted his help and lightly punched Sam in the arm.
“When did you learn that?”
“When you and Bobby went on that S&B and Dad and I hung out he taught me. Best time dad and I’ve had in a while. Now are you really going to go out tonight? Dad is going to find out and kick your ass. One you are grounded, two you will be out after curfew and three, the biggest reason, is you’re leaving me alone. You ever hear of three strikes and you’re out? Well with dad its three strikes and you’re dead!”
“Dad is on a hunt and isn’t due back for another five days. He was still researching when we talked to him last night. Plus he’s over ten hours away. So, the chances of him finding out without you telling him are very slim to none!” Dean explained. “So, hell yes I’m going. Are you going to go to Eric’s or somewhere to stay the night?”
“Hell no, my ass is sitting right here that way when dad does show up, and he will, I’ll still be able to sit, unlike you who won’t be sitting for a month. You do remember what dad said he was going to do if he caught you leaving me alone again?”
“Yeah but if you go to Eric’s house you won’t be alone.”
“Correct but if I go to Eric’s while grounded and without dad’s permission, then my ass will be too sore to sit too and I for one like sitting. Sorry Dean, I know it might save your ass some but I’m not willing to risk my ass so you can get your dick wet. Dude, wait until next weekend and get dad’s permission!”
“Baby brother, I’m going tonight. She is worth the ass whipping dad would give me if he caught me which he isn’t going to. You just don’t know Sammy.” Dean said thinking about Amber the sexy little red head. “Maybe when you meet the right guy Samantha you’ll understand.”
“I like girls Dean and stop calling me Samantha! I’m not even going to feel bad when Dad roasts your ass. You better have your fun and get home because you’ll be embarrassed as hell when he comes to get you. You will regret this just so you know.”
“Regret being with Amber, hell no what planet are you from?” Dean smiled then suddenly looked at Sammy, Do you know something I don’t little brother? Is dad on his way home?”
“Dean, do you really think that if I knew dad was on his way home I would let you do this? You know I hate listening to dad hand you your ass. But seriously Dean I have a bad feeling. Please don’t do this!”
“Sammy its fine you’re just being paranoid. I got to go and get ready. You sure you’re staying here?”
“Yeah jerk, just really think about this please.”
“I’m going Sammy so save your breath bitch.”
“Fine it’s your ass’s funeral not mine. Just one question, if dad does show up and asks where you are what do I tell him?”
“Alright Sammy spill it.”
“Spill what?”
“Tell me what has you so worked up. Usually you say something like whatever your funeral and leave it at that but you keep going on and now wondering what to tell dad? Tell me what is going on and tell me now. I’ve got a hot date waiting on me.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Sam, come on what is going on?”
“Well, every since you and Bobby went away and left dad and I alone, well we actually get along. Dad and I fight all the time and you know it but we well I guess we learned a few things about each other and I’m trying not to ruin that. I don’t want to lie to him and start WWIII again. Sometimes I just miss the way things used to be between us.”
“The last time this happened we both ended up grounded and things are still okay right?”
“Yeah but we deserved to be grounded jerk, we went took the emergency money and got pizza and movies. Then dad was gone longer than he expected and we were supposed to use the emergency money for food. Instead we had to hustle pool to get it and got caught because Bobby was asked to drop in on us because he was in the area. Yeah we got our ass handed to us too but again we deserved it.”
“I get it Sammy I really do because I hate it when you and dad fight too. But dude Amber invited me personally and I can’t disappoint.”
“I wish you were thinking with your upstairs brain and not your downstairs brain but whatever dude. Just what do I tell dad?”
“What do you know about my plans?”
“You are going out with some chick named Amber.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well then you have your answer. I went on a date with a smoking hot girl named Amber but you don’t know where or when I’ll be back.”
“Okay, I’m going to go watch TV. I hope the smoking hot girl doesn’t get you burned! Before dad does. Because it would suck to get your ass handed to you and not get lucky first.”
“Thanks for the concern but I’m quite sure that I won’t have a problem.”
Dean proceeded to get ready to go. Sam got interested in a movie and tried to fight down the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Within a few minutes, Dean came out of the bathroom all cleaned up and ready for a hot date. He had his newest blue jeans on, the ones that hugged his ass tightly. He was wearing a dark green T-shirt that brought out the color of his eyes and of course dad’s old leather jacket.
“I guess you’re going then?”
“Yeah Sammy I am.”
“I can’t change your mind?”
“No you can’t”
“Okay, have fun and don’t bother to tell me anything about it because I don’t want to know.”
“What’s that little brother you want a play by play description when I get back.”
“No Dean I don’t. Now get going before I call dad.”
“Such horrible threats little brother, later bitch.”
“Later Jerk, don’t wake me up if you get home before morning.”
Dean agreed and with that he walked out the door not knowing that Sammy was right, he would regret leaving. But he had to learn on his own. He picked Amber up and they went to the party. They found a place to be alone.
Meanwhile at back at the house they were staying in. Sam heard the door being opened. He grabbed the shotgun and had it aimed towards the door. He was slightly shaking. He knew his dad wasn’t due back yet and Dean should still be at the party with Amber. He was holding his breath when he heard the footsteps get closer and closer. Sam breathed a sigh of relief when Dean walked into view.
“Dude what the hell jerk. You scared the hell out of me. Why didn’t you call to warn me you were coming home?”
“Well, I thought I had a little brother not a little bitch sister.”
“Go to hell you jerk.” Sam was pissed.
“Could you be any more babyish?”
“You’re such a jerk, I’m going to bed.” Sam yelled.
“Oh, you’re not going any where little brother. You’re going to sit your ass down.” Dean said pushing Sam into a chair.
“What the hell Dean. Leave me the fuck alone! Obviously Amber screwed you over, but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me.”
Sam got up and headed towards the bedroom. Dean came up behind him and hit him with a beer bottle and knocked him out. When Sam came to he was laying on the floor with his hands and feet tied together. He was scared. He looked up into the face of his brother.
“Where’s Dean?” Sam yelled.
“I’m right here. You see me don’t you?”
“I see you but you aren’t my brother. What did you do to him?”
“I didn’t do anything to him.” Dean informed.
“What are you going to do to me?” Sam asked.
“I’m not going to do anything. Dean will though.”
“What are you and what do you want?” Sam questioned. ‘
“Trying to stall me Sammy?” Dean reared back and smacked Sammy hard. “I know you know what I am. So tell me.”
“You’re a shifter.” Sammy mumbled holding back his tears. “What do you want and where’s Dean?”
“I’m here to teach your daddy a lesson. He killed my son so I’m going to kill his. I’m Dean. I know what Dean knows. I feel what he feels.”
“If you were Dean, you would be able to hurt me.” Sam yells. “If you hurt me Dean will kill you.”
“Dean resents you. He won’t even miss you.”
“That’s a lie. We may not always get along but he will hunt you and kill you!” Sam yelled
Dean raised his hand and smacked Sam again. Sam felt like crying but pushed down the feeling to figure out a way out of this situation. Dean was looking around for a knife.
“I must say, I’ll be sorry to loose this skin. Your brother’s got a lot of good qualities. You should appreciate him more than you do.”
Dean found John’s whiskey and poured himself a cup and said “Cheers”
Dean grabbed a knife and stabbed it into the table and was getting another rope to string Sammy up by his arms. Sam bucked and kicked Dean hard enough for him to lose his balance and hit his head. Sam got his hands lose on the knife blade grabbed the knife and had time to cut his feet loose before the shifter recovered.
Sam grabbed the knife and swung it towards the shifter. ‘Dean’ grabbed Sam’s arm and flipped him. Sam immediately jumped up to his feet. The shifter charged at Sam saying, “You sonofabitch,” While trying to hit Sammy. Sam ducked and grabbed ‘Deans’ arm but the shifter was able to spin and push Sam’s arm up behind his back. Sam reverse spun and did the same to the creature.
“Not bad little brother.”
“You’re not him.”
‘Dean’ pushed him back and when Sammy charged him, he punched Sam. Sam recuperated and punched back. Sam was gaining ground but the shifter got pissed and head butted Sam then kneed him in the stomach. It punched him into a coffee table and it broke his fall. Sam started to get up and ‘Dean” said,
“Even when we were kids I always kicked your ass.”
Sam kicked the shifter and went to take a swing at it, but it caught Sam’s arm and twisted it. Sam got loose and the traded punches. Sam kicked ‘Dean’ back and once again the shifter’s anger exploded. It charged Sam and they flew over the couch and into the coffee table. The shifter was on top of Sammy. Sammy tried the move he did on his brother earlier but the shifter punched Sammy hard twice and then started choking him. Sam tried to break free but wasn’t strong enough without getting any oxygen.
John barged in the room, with his gun aimed at ‘Dean’ and screamed “Hey”. The shifter jumped up and raised his hands. Sammy was lying on the floor trying to catch his breath. John walked further into the room and shot the shifter in the heart twice with silver bullets. The shifter hit the wall and instantly dropped dead.
Dean had felt guilty for leaving Sammy when he was visibly upset and he came home. Dean heard the shots and ran into the room. He had grabbed a gun when he noticed the front door was open. He saw Sam on the floor gasping for air and his dad going over to check to see if the creature was dead. Dean ran to Sam.
“Sammy, are you okay? Sammy, talk to me.”
Sam coughed and rolled over to look at the creature still trying to catch his breath. Dean looked towards the creature and noticed his face was staring blankly back at him. Dean looked at his dad then back at Sam.
“You okay Sam?” John asked.
“Yes sir.” Sam answered weakly.
Dean helped him to sit up. He sat on the floor and leaned Sam against his chest and ran his fingers through his baby brother’s hair. He was feeling so guilty that he could hardly stand it. ‘Dad going to skin me alive, dammit why didn’t I listen to Sammy’s gut?’ Dean thought.
“I’m sorry Sammy. I’m so sorry.” Dean said into Sammy’s ear and Sam just looked at him and winked letting Dean know he forgives him. Sammy knew that dad is going to kill Dean so he felt he should let his brother off the hook and not make him feel worse.
John got down on the floor and grabbed Sammy from Dean and checked Sam over and hugged him tightly. He came so close to losing Sammy again. He hadn’t come this close since the Striga.
“Dean, where in the hell were you?” John bellowed.
“I..I..I went out on a date sir.”
“Excuse me; you went out on a date. It’s past your curfew, you’re grounded, and YOU LEFT YOUR BROTHER ALONE, to go out on a date?”
“I’m sorry sir. I never imagined anything like this would happen.”
“You’re no where near as sorry as you’re going to be! I thought you’d learned your lesson after the Striga but it’s clear that you haven’t. Get Sam cleaned up and into bed then we need to get rid of the body. Once all that’s done we’re going to stop you leaving him alone once and for all!”
“Yes sir.” Dean answered. He felt like shit. Once again he almost got his little brother killed by a supernatural creature. The first time was because he was bored this time over a girl. John went out to get something to put the body in as Dean helped Sammy up.
“Dean, this isn’t your fault.”
“Sammy, don’t. Just don’t please. Dad’s right and you were right. I screwed up again and almost got you killed. So just don’t try to make me feel better, I don’t deserve it. I deserve what ever dad gives me. Come on little brother, let’s get you cleaned up and checked out.”
“Dean man come on! Don’t be like that. You didn’t hurt me.”
“I didn’t help you either and for that I’m sorry Sam.”
“Forgiven! Oww oww oww don’t put your hand there. My ribs hurt.”
Dean ran his hand over the sore spot and determined that the ribs were just bruised not broken. He practically carried Sam to the bathroom and got him set up. Then Dean went and got Sam some sweats and a T-shirt and took them back to him.
“I want you to soak in the tub for about 20 minutes. The hot water will relax the sore muscles. Let me know when you’re ready for some help and I’ll come. I’m going to get the first aid kit set up and get you a drink and some pills.”
“I don’t want any pills.”
“Well, you might want to be knocked out so you don’t hear Dad beating my ass. If not for yourself take them for me.”
“Okay Dean, I’ll take em.”
Dean got everything set up and went to get Sam a drink. He got to the kitchen and got a glass down. He heard his dad come in and pull out a chair and sit. ‘I’m so dead’ Dean thought.
“Alright Dean, get everything down and over my knee. Oh and grabbed the wooden spoon off the wall on your way.”
“What, are you going to make a salad?” Dean asked trying to keep the mood light but hated his dad’s answer.
“I’m just going to turn your ass the color of a tomato.”
‘Great!’ Dean thought as he went to get the spoon. They had these big wooden spoon and fork hanging on the wall. They were supposed to be kitchen art and Dean wasn’t too happy to know that soon the spoon would be painting his backside a different color. But he knew he deserved it so he said the patented, ‘yes sir’ and went and got the spoon, gave it to his dad while he bared his backside and draped himself over his daddy’s knee for what he knew would be and epic spanking.
Dad didn’t disappoint he wasted no time in turning the milky white ass and thighs before him pink and then crimson red. He hadn’t even got to the spoon yet and Dean was having a hard time staying still and not crying out. Usually when John Winchester handed you your ass, you couldn’t help but cry. But Dean had let his dad down on every level and almost gotten Sammy killed, so he did his damndest to remain stoic. He also knew that Sam’s bath was getting cold and he needed to get a drink and make Sammy take some pain killers.
Speaking of pain killers, Dean’s ass sure wish he had some. Dean felt his dad pause and move so he knew that the wooden spoon was going to come into play soon. He tried to brace himself for the pain, but the sting was so much more intense than he imagined. He gasped and rocked forward. Dean couldn’t help the little yelp that came out because he didn’t know what to expect. Even though he knew now, it didn’t help much. He was able to make the yelps short.
“Good I see you are getting my point.”
God Dean knew he didn’t want to speak because it was taking everything in him to stop the cries. But he also knew that he should respond so he tried.
“Yesssssssssssss ssssssssssssssir.” Dean hissed, his voice catching in his throat.
John made round number four with the wooden spoon and he set it aside. He patted Dean on the back instead of his typical back rub and attempt at comfort. ‘Oh shit’ Dean thought, ‘He’s not done. Fuck fuck dammit he’s still pissed.’ Dean took the pat on the back as permission to get up and fix his clothes. He did so slowly as it hurt. Then he stood at attention in front of his dad and waited on further instructions. The pain when he stood straight intensified and he had to concentrate to stay still.
“Okay Dean that was one, late for curfew. Now go and take care of your brother.”
“Yes sir.” Dean said on the outside going to get Sammy a drink. ‘Oh shit oh shit oh shit that was only one. What did he say when he talked to me?’ Dean was thinking hard trying to figure out how many he was going to get if this was one. He poured Sam some milk to coat his stomach so he wouldn’t get an upset one. ‘You are late for curfew, you were grounded and you left Sammy alone’ He was so dead. He was walking stiffly right now and knowing he is getting at least two more made him wince.
Dean had Sam’s drink in hand and headed to the bathroom to collect his baby brother when he heard his dad call him.
“Dean, you might want to change into something more comfortable. It’s going to be a long night.”
‘Oh shit’, Dean thought. “Yes sir.” ‘I’m so fucking dead!’
Dean got to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Sam didn’t answer.
“Sammy?”
“Hang on a second Dean.”
Sammy was trying not to bother Dean. But he found getting his sweat pants pulled up harder that he thought it would be. He heard dad wailing on Dean’s ass and knew Dean was feeling it, so he didn’t want to be a bother. Sam lost his balance and landed on the floor with a ahhhhhhh. Dean burst in and bent over to help Sammy up. John had heard Sammy yelp and ran to see what was happened. He saw Sam on the ground and Dean bent over. He instantly reached around Dean’s waist and wrapped his arm around it and gave him two powerful swats that had Dean gasping out.
“You can’t even help your brother out without hurting him?”
“Dad, stop please I fell, Dean was just helping me up. I kicked him out to do this myself and I failed miserably.”
John nodded at Sam, let go of Dean and walked out of the room just as fast as he entered it. No ‘Sorry’ was uttered. This hurt Dean and Sammy knew it but Dean didn’t let on. He just helped Sam up, discretely wiped the few tears that fell and proceeded to do his ‘job’ and take care of the most important person in his life, Sammy.
He got Sam into the bedroom they shared and bandaged up some of Sam’s cuts. Dean gave him the pills and drink. He got ready to go face his dad again when Sammy asked him to stay until he fell asleep. Sam was okay but he knew that Dean would stay and it would keep him away from dad a little longer. Dad wouldn’t be pissed because Sammy asked.
“Okay tiger, I’m just going to put some sweats on first.”
Dean didn’t want Sam to see the evidence of his spooning so he turned his backside away from Sam. He stupidly forgot about the mirror in the closet. He only remembered when he heard Sammy gasp.
“Oh my God Dean, that’s barbaric. I’m sorry he did that to you because of me. We need to get the hell out of here and call CPS.”
“Dammit Sammy, I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. I got what I deserved and nothing less. I screwed up and got my ass handed to me. That’s all end of story. This isn’t your fault. ” Dean didn’t dare tell Sammy that this was one of three or the boy would freak out. Dean was grateful that he thought to give Sam the extra strength pain pills to knock him out so he would miss the other two.
It took Sammy about 45 minutes to really feel the effect of the pills and pass out. Dean looked up and Saw his dad in the doorway and knew it was time for him to go and probably also time for round two.
“Is he okay?” Dad Asked Dean.
“Yes sir, I gave him some pills and he should sleep until morning.”
“Okay good. We still need to get rid of the body and there’s a matter of the rest of your punishment to finish.” Dad informed him as he headed back towards the living room.
He figured out that dad wasn’t done with him and this confirmed it. He really screwed up this time and his ass was going to pay for it big-time. Dean tried to get up quietly. Sammy noticed and woke up a little and told him,
“Dean, M’sorry I didn’t convince you to stay.” Sam was drifting back to sleep as Dean heard a very faint ‘love ya’ before Sam was snoring again. ‘Love you too little brother’ Dean thought as he headed to his doom.
As dean looked to where his father was he took a minute to actually look at the man. He looked stressed and Dean felt badly that he was the cause of a lot of that look. John was looking down at the body of the shifter wearing his son’s face. He watched as his dad wiped tears from his eyes, and then he walked over and kicked the shit out of that creature.
“That’s my son’s face you bastard. What makes you think you have the right to look like my son while trying to kill my other son? I fucking had to envision shooting my oldest because of you and now I have to look down on his body you son of a bitch.”
Dean was broken up seeing his dad like this. He felt so guilty that he caused this. Even though he wasn’t fully to blame, Dean took full responsibility since he fucked up. He didn’t want to embarrass his dad so he went back down the hall and called out to him acting like he didn’t know where he was.
“Dad?” Dean yelled.
“In here son.” John called to his son.
Dean went over to his dad and was surprised when John pulled him into a tight quick hug. Seeing a body with his son’s face was far more upsetting than he imagined. Dean looked up at his dad with a questioning look on his face.
“Sorry son, seeing a body with your face is really upsetting me. It’s just hard to see past that fact that it isn’t really you.”
“I’m sorry dad. I know I screwed up big time and I just want you to know I really am sorry for all of the grief and trouble this has caused you and Sam.”
“I know you are Dean, speaking of that, it’s time for the second part of your punishment. You know I don’t enjoy this but it needs to be done. You need to learn when I tell you to do or not to do something it’s for a good reason. You disobeyed me three times and each time what you did was worse than the time before.”
“Yes sir,” Dean answered walking over to the body and covering it up so his face wasn’t staring at anyone anymore.
“Thanks for that, now drop ‘um both get over my knee. This is for going out while you’re grounded. ”
Dean reluctantly walked over to the chair his ass still hurt from the spooning he had gotten an hour or so ago. It wasn’t the type of spooning he had planned to do that evening. He would have much preferred to be spooning with Amber. He got his mind back on his impending doom and lowered his sweats and boxers to the floor. He couldn’t believe dad was starting with another hand spanking. He wished it would only be with dad’s hand but his heart sunk when he heard the telltale sound of dad’s belt buckle being undone. He placed himself into position. Dean’s ass was still red and had some bruising from the spoon.
Dad wasted no time relighting the flame in his son’s backside. Dean was squirming 10 swats in. Dad made his usual circuit starting at the top left going down to the top left thigh over to the right thigh and up to the top. He was on his third round and Dean was in distress. He was trying his hardest to remain stoic and not cry or yelp, but his ass was crimson red and burning white hot. When dad finished with the hand spanking and reached for his belt Dean almost broke down and cried. Usually John Winchester made you sob! But Dean screwed up and he was a man now, so he bit his lip and held his tongue.
The first lick with the belt brought out all of the tears Dean was holding back. There was no use wondering how many licks Dean was going to get because it was a Winchester rule, you got the same number of licks as your age. Dean tried to think about Amber or pie or anything to get himself to a happy place but when your ass is being doused with lighter fluid and set on fire, it’s hard to think of anything else.
Finally after what seemed like hours, Dean with relief heard the belt being dropped to the floor. He was sure he would be 21 before he ever sat again. He knew that he still had one to go and wasn’t sure what dad would use since he’d already used the belt. He didn’t even want to think about that right now. He still had tears running down his face and sobs in his throat. He vaguely realized that dad was rubbing his back a little trying to calm him down. Dean felt childish lying over his dad’s lap so he pushed up and fixed his clothes. He hissed like a snake when the soft fabric from his sweats touched his blazing ass.
“You okay son?” John asked
“Yeah except for the fact that you could fry an egg on my ass in 3 seconds, I’m good.”
John chuckled, “If you’ve got you sarcasm back already, you’ll live. Now let’s go salt and burn this asshole. I already dug the hole out back while you were getting Sammy to sleep.”
“Yes sir,” Dean answered finding it difficult to walk but managed.
It was slow going and dad was patient. John knew he’d lay into Dean hard. They finally got the shifter to the grave, dumped him and began the salt and burn. They watched as the creature that looked like Dean burned up. Then they buried the thing. Dad walked over to Dean and handed him a beer. This was not normal behavior for dad but in the state they were in, 18 was the legal age to drink.
“Thanks dad, what’s up?”
“Well Dean, we still have one to go and it’s for the worst offence. I figured you might want a couple of beer to get you relaxed enough to get through this last punishment. But I’m also going to give you a choice. This has been a rough day that’s why I’m going to let you decide the when. I know the what, and how many you just need to tell me tonight and get it over with or in the morning because your ass is dead.”
“Let’s just get it over with. I want this to be done so we can try to move on.”
“Dean you know as always, once the punishment has been received, then you’re forgiven.” John said handing Dean a pain killer.
“Yes sir, I know.” Dean was looking at the pill in his hand wondering what was going on.
“Well son, you next trip over my knee is going to be very painful and I thought this might lesson the sting of it a bit and as soon as I’m through, you’re heading to bed.”
This so didn’t sound good to Dean. He might as well of climbed in with the thing that looked like him but he smiled and said, “Thanks dad. Did you say I could have one more beer?”
“Yes, here you go.” John handed Dean another beer. He really didn’t want to do what he was going to do but dammit Dean could have gotten himself or Sammy killed tonight and he couldn’t let this slide.
Dean finished his second beer and that in combination with the one pain pill had him feeling okay. His ass still burned but he thought he might be able to sleep through the pain.
John swallowed and steeled his heart and looked at his oldest son. John motioned for Dean to follow him and they went to the edge of the yard. John handed Dean a knife and pointed at the peach tree and told him to cut a switch.
Dean stopped breathing and looked at the knife. Dad had only used a switch on him once and that was for not following orders on a hunt and Bobby got hurt. It was not an experience he wanted to repeat. He gulped air and looked at his dad with tears in his eyes. He bit back the begging that wanted to spew from his guts and swallowed, took the knife and went to cut a switch.
Dean could hear the wind whipping through the branches of the trees. He could hear the howling of a wolf in the area. He was zoned into what was going on around him instead of what he was doing. He found the limb that would be acceptable to his dad and he began to cut it. Then he carefully was peeling off the leaves and nubs as a gust of wind caught him.
Numbly he carried that dreaded object back to where his dad was waiting and handed it to him. John didn’t say anything to his son he just looked him in the eyes and nodded and looked down indicating that Dean needed to lower his pants and get into position over the fallen tree. As Dean was getting into place he pictured the wind whipping the branches and thought of his dad bringing this switch down over and over on his backside. Then he would be as the wolf and howling into the night sky.
John walked up behind his oldest son and placed a hand on his back. He gave it a quick rub and started another hand spanking. Dean was bucking into the tree trunk almost instantly. He had not recovered from his run in with the spoon or the belt, so his dad’s hand hurt. John only did two rounds before he grabbed the switch.
“Twelve” is all John said. Before he brought it back and swung it. He used rapid fire swings as he wanted this over as much as Dean did.
Dean bucked and broke. Like a wild bronco he was tamed. He didn’t attempt to get up or move. He just uttered a gut wrenching sob and howled. The wolf howled back as if he was supporting Dean through the pain. Dean blurred out a lot of it and John was rubbing his shoulders telling him he did great and it was all over before he knew it.
Dean just laid there for a while. The thought of movement was something he didn’t want at this point in time. He wanted to be the tree with its roots planted firmly in the ground, unmovable. He caught his breath and wiped his eyes. He was in his back yard, his ass was painted like leaves of a tree in autumn and he wanted to keep some of his dignity intact. He pushed himself up and his dad righted his clothing and for that he was thankful. He didn’t think he could have done it. He told his dad good night and headed to bed.
Little did either man know, they had someone watching them. From his second story bedroom window Sam watched as Dean bared his back side and bent over the tree trunk. Sam was fuming when he saw that on top of what he’d seen earlier there were belt marks. He wanted to turn his dad in so badly. All the good feelings he had felt happening between them were gone. Sam heard the wolf crying with Dean and he joined them. He flinched with every lick Dean got. He was thankful when it finally ended. He watched as John tried to comfort his son and felt bile rise in his throat. He thought it was at least nice of his dad to help Dean with his clothes and was utterly surprised when he hugged Dean and Dean hugged him back. He watched Dean walking towards the house and knew that if Dean knew he was up he wouldn’t let his feelings out and cry so Sam was going to head back to bed. He looked back at his dad as he popped another beer and sat on a log near the fallen tree and looked at the stars. Sam almost turned back towards the bed when a movement caught his eyes. Sam couldn’t hear what his dad was saying, but he heard shouting and saw his dad throw the bottle against a tree and Sam saw John sink to his knees and sob. He cried and cried and the wolf in the distance cried too. Maybe Dad really did care after all.
Type of work: Fiction
Title: Dean through the years. A birthday fic for Reapertownusa
Fandom: Supernatural
Main Characters/Parings: John/Dean, Dean/Henriksen
Type of Spanking: Parental/wee, Parental/teen, adult punishment
implement(s): Hand, spoon, belt, switch, brush
Beta: Trumansshell (THANK YOU)
Summary: I don't own these characters; I just brought them out to play.
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 12,184 (Posting in 3 parts)
Notes & Warnings: Harsh/bad language/Spanking of minors and adult.
This was a birthday request. This is harsher than I have written before but enjoyed the challenge. Reapertownusa, I hope you had a great birthday and enjoy your belated present
“She’s so hot Sammy, I mean smoking hot.” 18 year old Dean was explaining this girl to his 14 year old brother.
“I get that but if dad catches you, your ass will be so hot Dean, I mean smoking hot.” Sammy teased Dean acting like a school girl about to faint.
“You think you’re funny don’t you squirt? Well you’re not and I’ll show you just how not funny you are.” Dean exclaimed and started chasing Sammy.
“Not fair Dean,” Sammy muttered as Dean was sitting on him and his face was down in the carpet.
“Come on princess is that all you got?” Dean laughed. “I thought you were a hunter Samantha.”
Sammy hated it when Dean called him names, especially Princess and Samantha. His dad taught him a new move last week that Dean didn’t know he knew. Dean had been out on a quick salt and burn with Bobby so John and Sammy could spend some time together. They fought so much lately that John wanted to spend some quality time with Sammy before he resented it.
Sam was flexible enough to pull this new move off. Dean was sitting on Sam’s lower back, with his arms pushing Sammy’s shoulders into the ground. Sammy bucked and rolled so Dean was now sitting on his stomach but still Dean held him down. Sammy wrapped his legs around Dean’s neck and flipped Dean over and climbed on top of him. Dean was shocked and laughed as he was pinned by his baby brother.
“I see someone has been eating his wheaties huh Samantha!”
Sam leaned down in Dean’s face and yelled, “Quit calling me Samantha.”
Sam jumped up and held his hand out for Dean. Dean accepted his help and lightly punched Sam in the arm.
“When did you learn that?”
“When you and Bobby went on that S&B and Dad and I hung out he taught me. Best time dad and I’ve had in a while. Now are you really going to go out tonight? Dad is going to find out and kick your ass. One you are grounded, two you will be out after curfew and three, the biggest reason, is you’re leaving me alone. You ever hear of three strikes and you’re out? Well with dad its three strikes and you’re dead!”
“Dad is on a hunt and isn’t due back for another five days. He was still researching when we talked to him last night. Plus he’s over ten hours away. So, the chances of him finding out without you telling him are very slim to none!” Dean explained. “So, hell yes I’m going. Are you going to go to Eric’s or somewhere to stay the night?”
“Hell no, my ass is sitting right here that way when dad does show up, and he will, I’ll still be able to sit, unlike you who won’t be sitting for a month. You do remember what dad said he was going to do if he caught you leaving me alone again?”
“Yeah but if you go to Eric’s house you won’t be alone.”
“Correct but if I go to Eric’s while grounded and without dad’s permission, then my ass will be too sore to sit too and I for one like sitting. Sorry Dean, I know it might save your ass some but I’m not willing to risk my ass so you can get your dick wet. Dude, wait until next weekend and get dad’s permission!”
“Baby brother, I’m going tonight. She is worth the ass whipping dad would give me if he caught me which he isn’t going to. You just don’t know Sammy.” Dean said thinking about Amber the sexy little red head. “Maybe when you meet the right guy Samantha you’ll understand.”
“I like girls Dean and stop calling me Samantha! I’m not even going to feel bad when Dad roasts your ass. You better have your fun and get home because you’ll be embarrassed as hell when he comes to get you. You will regret this just so you know.”
“Regret being with Amber, hell no what planet are you from?” Dean smiled then suddenly looked at Sammy, Do you know something I don’t little brother? Is dad on his way home?”
“Dean, do you really think that if I knew dad was on his way home I would let you do this? You know I hate listening to dad hand you your ass. But seriously Dean I have a bad feeling. Please don’t do this!”
“Sammy its fine you’re just being paranoid. I got to go and get ready. You sure you’re staying here?”
“Yeah jerk, just really think about this please.”
“I’m going Sammy so save your breath bitch.”
“Fine it’s your ass’s funeral not mine. Just one question, if dad does show up and asks where you are what do I tell him?”
“Alright Sammy spill it.”
“Spill what?”
“Tell me what has you so worked up. Usually you say something like whatever your funeral and leave it at that but you keep going on and now wondering what to tell dad? Tell me what is going on and tell me now. I’ve got a hot date waiting on me.”
“It’s nothing.”
“Sam, come on what is going on?”
“Well, every since you and Bobby went away and left dad and I alone, well we actually get along. Dad and I fight all the time and you know it but we well I guess we learned a few things about each other and I’m trying not to ruin that. I don’t want to lie to him and start WWIII again. Sometimes I just miss the way things used to be between us.”
“The last time this happened we both ended up grounded and things are still okay right?”
“Yeah but we deserved to be grounded jerk, we went took the emergency money and got pizza and movies. Then dad was gone longer than he expected and we were supposed to use the emergency money for food. Instead we had to hustle pool to get it and got caught because Bobby was asked to drop in on us because he was in the area. Yeah we got our ass handed to us too but again we deserved it.”
“I get it Sammy I really do because I hate it when you and dad fight too. But dude Amber invited me personally and I can’t disappoint.”
“I wish you were thinking with your upstairs brain and not your downstairs brain but whatever dude. Just what do I tell dad?”
“What do you know about my plans?”
“You are going out with some chick named Amber.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know.”
“Well then you have your answer. I went on a date with a smoking hot girl named Amber but you don’t know where or when I’ll be back.”
“Okay, I’m going to go watch TV. I hope the smoking hot girl doesn’t get you burned! Before dad does. Because it would suck to get your ass handed to you and not get lucky first.”
“Thanks for the concern but I’m quite sure that I won’t have a problem.”
Dean proceeded to get ready to go. Sam got interested in a movie and tried to fight down the feeling that something bad was going to happen. Within a few minutes, Dean came out of the bathroom all cleaned up and ready for a hot date. He had his newest blue jeans on, the ones that hugged his ass tightly. He was wearing a dark green T-shirt that brought out the color of his eyes and of course dad’s old leather jacket.
“I guess you’re going then?”
“Yeah Sammy I am.”
“I can’t change your mind?”
“No you can’t”
“Okay, have fun and don’t bother to tell me anything about it because I don’t want to know.”
“What’s that little brother you want a play by play description when I get back.”
“No Dean I don’t. Now get going before I call dad.”
“Such horrible threats little brother, later bitch.”
“Later Jerk, don’t wake me up if you get home before morning.”
Dean agreed and with that he walked out the door not knowing that Sammy was right, he would regret leaving. But he had to learn on his own. He picked Amber up and they went to the party. They found a place to be alone.
Meanwhile at back at the house they were staying in. Sam heard the door being opened. He grabbed the shotgun and had it aimed towards the door. He was slightly shaking. He knew his dad wasn’t due back yet and Dean should still be at the party with Amber. He was holding his breath when he heard the footsteps get closer and closer. Sam breathed a sigh of relief when Dean walked into view.
“Dude what the hell jerk. You scared the hell out of me. Why didn’t you call to warn me you were coming home?”
“Well, I thought I had a little brother not a little bitch sister.”
“Go to hell you jerk.” Sam was pissed.
“Could you be any more babyish?”
“You’re such a jerk, I’m going to bed.” Sam yelled.
“Oh, you’re not going any where little brother. You’re going to sit your ass down.” Dean said pushing Sam into a chair.
“What the hell Dean. Leave me the fuck alone! Obviously Amber screwed you over, but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on me.”
Sam got up and headed towards the bedroom. Dean came up behind him and hit him with a beer bottle and knocked him out. When Sam came to he was laying on the floor with his hands and feet tied together. He was scared. He looked up into the face of his brother.
“Where’s Dean?” Sam yelled.
“I’m right here. You see me don’t you?”
“I see you but you aren’t my brother. What did you do to him?”
“I didn’t do anything to him.” Dean informed.
“What are you going to do to me?” Sam asked.
“I’m not going to do anything. Dean will though.”
“What are you and what do you want?” Sam questioned. ‘
“Trying to stall me Sammy?” Dean reared back and smacked Sammy hard. “I know you know what I am. So tell me.”
“You’re a shifter.” Sammy mumbled holding back his tears. “What do you want and where’s Dean?”
“I’m here to teach your daddy a lesson. He killed my son so I’m going to kill his. I’m Dean. I know what Dean knows. I feel what he feels.”
“If you were Dean, you would be able to hurt me.” Sam yells. “If you hurt me Dean will kill you.”
“Dean resents you. He won’t even miss you.”
“That’s a lie. We may not always get along but he will hunt you and kill you!” Sam yelled
Dean raised his hand and smacked Sam again. Sam felt like crying but pushed down the feeling to figure out a way out of this situation. Dean was looking around for a knife.
“I must say, I’ll be sorry to loose this skin. Your brother’s got a lot of good qualities. You should appreciate him more than you do.”
Dean found John’s whiskey and poured himself a cup and said “Cheers”
Dean grabbed a knife and stabbed it into the table and was getting another rope to string Sammy up by his arms. Sam bucked and kicked Dean hard enough for him to lose his balance and hit his head. Sam got his hands lose on the knife blade grabbed the knife and had time to cut his feet loose before the shifter recovered.
Sam grabbed the knife and swung it towards the shifter. ‘Dean’ grabbed Sam’s arm and flipped him. Sam immediately jumped up to his feet. The shifter charged at Sam saying, “You sonofabitch,” While trying to hit Sammy. Sam ducked and grabbed ‘Deans’ arm but the shifter was able to spin and push Sam’s arm up behind his back. Sam reverse spun and did the same to the creature.
“Not bad little brother.”
“You’re not him.”
‘Dean’ pushed him back and when Sammy charged him, he punched Sam. Sam recuperated and punched back. Sam was gaining ground but the shifter got pissed and head butted Sam then kneed him in the stomach. It punched him into a coffee table and it broke his fall. Sam started to get up and ‘Dean” said,
“Even when we were kids I always kicked your ass.”
Sam kicked the shifter and went to take a swing at it, but it caught Sam’s arm and twisted it. Sam got loose and the traded punches. Sam kicked ‘Dean’ back and once again the shifter’s anger exploded. It charged Sam and they flew over the couch and into the coffee table. The shifter was on top of Sammy. Sammy tried the move he did on his brother earlier but the shifter punched Sammy hard twice and then started choking him. Sam tried to break free but wasn’t strong enough without getting any oxygen.
John barged in the room, with his gun aimed at ‘Dean’ and screamed “Hey”. The shifter jumped up and raised his hands. Sammy was lying on the floor trying to catch his breath. John walked further into the room and shot the shifter in the heart twice with silver bullets. The shifter hit the wall and instantly dropped dead.
Dean had felt guilty for leaving Sammy when he was visibly upset and he came home. Dean heard the shots and ran into the room. He had grabbed a gun when he noticed the front door was open. He saw Sam on the floor gasping for air and his dad going over to check to see if the creature was dead. Dean ran to Sam.
“Sammy, are you okay? Sammy, talk to me.”
Sam coughed and rolled over to look at the creature still trying to catch his breath. Dean looked towards the creature and noticed his face was staring blankly back at him. Dean looked at his dad then back at Sam.
“You okay Sam?” John asked.
“Yes sir.” Sam answered weakly.
Dean helped him to sit up. He sat on the floor and leaned Sam against his chest and ran his fingers through his baby brother’s hair. He was feeling so guilty that he could hardly stand it. ‘Dad going to skin me alive, dammit why didn’t I listen to Sammy’s gut?’ Dean thought.
“I’m sorry Sammy. I’m so sorry.” Dean said into Sammy’s ear and Sam just looked at him and winked letting Dean know he forgives him. Sammy knew that dad is going to kill Dean so he felt he should let his brother off the hook and not make him feel worse.
John got down on the floor and grabbed Sammy from Dean and checked Sam over and hugged him tightly. He came so close to losing Sammy again. He hadn’t come this close since the Striga.
“Dean, where in the hell were you?” John bellowed.
“I..I..I went out on a date sir.”
“Excuse me; you went out on a date. It’s past your curfew, you’re grounded, and YOU LEFT YOUR BROTHER ALONE, to go out on a date?”
“I’m sorry sir. I never imagined anything like this would happen.”
“You’re no where near as sorry as you’re going to be! I thought you’d learned your lesson after the Striga but it’s clear that you haven’t. Get Sam cleaned up and into bed then we need to get rid of the body. Once all that’s done we’re going to stop you leaving him alone once and for all!”
“Yes sir.” Dean answered. He felt like shit. Once again he almost got his little brother killed by a supernatural creature. The first time was because he was bored this time over a girl. John went out to get something to put the body in as Dean helped Sammy up.
“Dean, this isn’t your fault.”
“Sammy, don’t. Just don’t please. Dad’s right and you were right. I screwed up again and almost got you killed. So just don’t try to make me feel better, I don’t deserve it. I deserve what ever dad gives me. Come on little brother, let’s get you cleaned up and checked out.”
“Dean man come on! Don’t be like that. You didn’t hurt me.”
“I didn’t help you either and for that I’m sorry Sam.”
“Forgiven! Oww oww oww don’t put your hand there. My ribs hurt.”
Dean ran his hand over the sore spot and determined that the ribs were just bruised not broken. He practically carried Sam to the bathroom and got him set up. Then Dean went and got Sam some sweats and a T-shirt and took them back to him.
“I want you to soak in the tub for about 20 minutes. The hot water will relax the sore muscles. Let me know when you’re ready for some help and I’ll come. I’m going to get the first aid kit set up and get you a drink and some pills.”
“I don’t want any pills.”
“Well, you might want to be knocked out so you don’t hear Dad beating my ass. If not for yourself take them for me.”
“Okay Dean, I’ll take em.”
Dean got everything set up and went to get Sam a drink. He got to the kitchen and got a glass down. He heard his dad come in and pull out a chair and sit. ‘I’m so dead’ Dean thought.
“Alright Dean, get everything down and over my knee. Oh and grabbed the wooden spoon off the wall on your way.”
“What, are you going to make a salad?” Dean asked trying to keep the mood light but hated his dad’s answer.
“I’m just going to turn your ass the color of a tomato.”
‘Great!’ Dean thought as he went to get the spoon. They had these big wooden spoon and fork hanging on the wall. They were supposed to be kitchen art and Dean wasn’t too happy to know that soon the spoon would be painting his backside a different color. But he knew he deserved it so he said the patented, ‘yes sir’ and went and got the spoon, gave it to his dad while he bared his backside and draped himself over his daddy’s knee for what he knew would be and epic spanking.
Dad didn’t disappoint he wasted no time in turning the milky white ass and thighs before him pink and then crimson red. He hadn’t even got to the spoon yet and Dean was having a hard time staying still and not crying out. Usually when John Winchester handed you your ass, you couldn’t help but cry. But Dean had let his dad down on every level and almost gotten Sammy killed, so he did his damndest to remain stoic. He also knew that Sam’s bath was getting cold and he needed to get a drink and make Sammy take some pain killers.
Speaking of pain killers, Dean’s ass sure wish he had some. Dean felt his dad pause and move so he knew that the wooden spoon was going to come into play soon. He tried to brace himself for the pain, but the sting was so much more intense than he imagined. He gasped and rocked forward. Dean couldn’t help the little yelp that came out because he didn’t know what to expect. Even though he knew now, it didn’t help much. He was able to make the yelps short.
“Good I see you are getting my point.”
God Dean knew he didn’t want to speak because it was taking everything in him to stop the cries. But he also knew that he should respond so he tried.
“Yesssssssssssss ssssssssssssssir.” Dean hissed, his voice catching in his throat.
John made round number four with the wooden spoon and he set it aside. He patted Dean on the back instead of his typical back rub and attempt at comfort. ‘Oh shit’ Dean thought, ‘He’s not done. Fuck fuck dammit he’s still pissed.’ Dean took the pat on the back as permission to get up and fix his clothes. He did so slowly as it hurt. Then he stood at attention in front of his dad and waited on further instructions. The pain when he stood straight intensified and he had to concentrate to stay still.
“Okay Dean that was one, late for curfew. Now go and take care of your brother.”
“Yes sir.” Dean said on the outside going to get Sammy a drink. ‘Oh shit oh shit oh shit that was only one. What did he say when he talked to me?’ Dean was thinking hard trying to figure out how many he was going to get if this was one. He poured Sam some milk to coat his stomach so he wouldn’t get an upset one. ‘You are late for curfew, you were grounded and you left Sammy alone’ He was so dead. He was walking stiffly right now and knowing he is getting at least two more made him wince.
Dean had Sam’s drink in hand and headed to the bathroom to collect his baby brother when he heard his dad call him.
“Dean, you might want to change into something more comfortable. It’s going to be a long night.”
‘Oh shit’, Dean thought. “Yes sir.” ‘I’m so fucking dead!’
Dean got to the bathroom and knocked on the door. Sam didn’t answer.
“Sammy?”
“Hang on a second Dean.”
Sammy was trying not to bother Dean. But he found getting his sweat pants pulled up harder that he thought it would be. He heard dad wailing on Dean’s ass and knew Dean was feeling it, so he didn’t want to be a bother. Sam lost his balance and landed on the floor with a ahhhhhhh. Dean burst in and bent over to help Sammy up. John had heard Sammy yelp and ran to see what was happened. He saw Sam on the ground and Dean bent over. He instantly reached around Dean’s waist and wrapped his arm around it and gave him two powerful swats that had Dean gasping out.
“You can’t even help your brother out without hurting him?”
“Dad, stop please I fell, Dean was just helping me up. I kicked him out to do this myself and I failed miserably.”
John nodded at Sam, let go of Dean and walked out of the room just as fast as he entered it. No ‘Sorry’ was uttered. This hurt Dean and Sammy knew it but Dean didn’t let on. He just helped Sam up, discretely wiped the few tears that fell and proceeded to do his ‘job’ and take care of the most important person in his life, Sammy.
He got Sam into the bedroom they shared and bandaged up some of Sam’s cuts. Dean gave him the pills and drink. He got ready to go face his dad again when Sammy asked him to stay until he fell asleep. Sam was okay but he knew that Dean would stay and it would keep him away from dad a little longer. Dad wouldn’t be pissed because Sammy asked.
“Okay tiger, I’m just going to put some sweats on first.”
Dean didn’t want Sam to see the evidence of his spooning so he turned his backside away from Sam. He stupidly forgot about the mirror in the closet. He only remembered when he heard Sammy gasp.
“Oh my God Dean, that’s barbaric. I’m sorry he did that to you because of me. We need to get the hell out of here and call CPS.”
“Dammit Sammy, I don’t ever want to hear you say that again. I got what I deserved and nothing less. I screwed up and got my ass handed to me. That’s all end of story. This isn’t your fault. ” Dean didn’t dare tell Sammy that this was one of three or the boy would freak out. Dean was grateful that he thought to give Sam the extra strength pain pills to knock him out so he would miss the other two.
It took Sammy about 45 minutes to really feel the effect of the pills and pass out. Dean looked up and Saw his dad in the doorway and knew it was time for him to go and probably also time for round two.
“Is he okay?” Dad Asked Dean.
“Yes sir, I gave him some pills and he should sleep until morning.”
“Okay good. We still need to get rid of the body and there’s a matter of the rest of your punishment to finish.” Dad informed him as he headed back towards the living room.
He figured out that dad wasn’t done with him and this confirmed it. He really screwed up this time and his ass was going to pay for it big-time. Dean tried to get up quietly. Sammy noticed and woke up a little and told him,
“Dean, M’sorry I didn’t convince you to stay.” Sam was drifting back to sleep as Dean heard a very faint ‘love ya’ before Sam was snoring again. ‘Love you too little brother’ Dean thought as he headed to his doom.
As dean looked to where his father was he took a minute to actually look at the man. He looked stressed and Dean felt badly that he was the cause of a lot of that look. John was looking down at the body of the shifter wearing his son’s face. He watched as his dad wiped tears from his eyes, and then he walked over and kicked the shit out of that creature.
“That’s my son’s face you bastard. What makes you think you have the right to look like my son while trying to kill my other son? I fucking had to envision shooting my oldest because of you and now I have to look down on his body you son of a bitch.”
Dean was broken up seeing his dad like this. He felt so guilty that he caused this. Even though he wasn’t fully to blame, Dean took full responsibility since he fucked up. He didn’t want to embarrass his dad so he went back down the hall and called out to him acting like he didn’t know where he was.
“Dad?” Dean yelled.
“In here son.” John called to his son.
Dean went over to his dad and was surprised when John pulled him into a tight quick hug. Seeing a body with his son’s face was far more upsetting than he imagined. Dean looked up at his dad with a questioning look on his face.
“Sorry son, seeing a body with your face is really upsetting me. It’s just hard to see past that fact that it isn’t really you.”
“I’m sorry dad. I know I screwed up big time and I just want you to know I really am sorry for all of the grief and trouble this has caused you and Sam.”
“I know you are Dean, speaking of that, it’s time for the second part of your punishment. You know I don’t enjoy this but it needs to be done. You need to learn when I tell you to do or not to do something it’s for a good reason. You disobeyed me three times and each time what you did was worse than the time before.”
“Yes sir,” Dean answered walking over to the body and covering it up so his face wasn’t staring at anyone anymore.
“Thanks for that, now drop ‘um both get over my knee. This is for going out while you’re grounded. ”
Dean reluctantly walked over to the chair his ass still hurt from the spooning he had gotten an hour or so ago. It wasn’t the type of spooning he had planned to do that evening. He would have much preferred to be spooning with Amber. He got his mind back on his impending doom and lowered his sweats and boxers to the floor. He couldn’t believe dad was starting with another hand spanking. He wished it would only be with dad’s hand but his heart sunk when he heard the telltale sound of dad’s belt buckle being undone. He placed himself into position. Dean’s ass was still red and had some bruising from the spoon.
Dad wasted no time relighting the flame in his son’s backside. Dean was squirming 10 swats in. Dad made his usual circuit starting at the top left going down to the top left thigh over to the right thigh and up to the top. He was on his third round and Dean was in distress. He was trying his hardest to remain stoic and not cry or yelp, but his ass was crimson red and burning white hot. When dad finished with the hand spanking and reached for his belt Dean almost broke down and cried. Usually John Winchester made you sob! But Dean screwed up and he was a man now, so he bit his lip and held his tongue.
The first lick with the belt brought out all of the tears Dean was holding back. There was no use wondering how many licks Dean was going to get because it was a Winchester rule, you got the same number of licks as your age. Dean tried to think about Amber or pie or anything to get himself to a happy place but when your ass is being doused with lighter fluid and set on fire, it’s hard to think of anything else.
Finally after what seemed like hours, Dean with relief heard the belt being dropped to the floor. He was sure he would be 21 before he ever sat again. He knew that he still had one to go and wasn’t sure what dad would use since he’d already used the belt. He didn’t even want to think about that right now. He still had tears running down his face and sobs in his throat. He vaguely realized that dad was rubbing his back a little trying to calm him down. Dean felt childish lying over his dad’s lap so he pushed up and fixed his clothes. He hissed like a snake when the soft fabric from his sweats touched his blazing ass.
“You okay son?” John asked
“Yeah except for the fact that you could fry an egg on my ass in 3 seconds, I’m good.”
John chuckled, “If you’ve got you sarcasm back already, you’ll live. Now let’s go salt and burn this asshole. I already dug the hole out back while you were getting Sammy to sleep.”
“Yes sir,” Dean answered finding it difficult to walk but managed.
It was slow going and dad was patient. John knew he’d lay into Dean hard. They finally got the shifter to the grave, dumped him and began the salt and burn. They watched as the creature that looked like Dean burned up. Then they buried the thing. Dad walked over to Dean and handed him a beer. This was not normal behavior for dad but in the state they were in, 18 was the legal age to drink.
“Thanks dad, what’s up?”
“Well Dean, we still have one to go and it’s for the worst offence. I figured you might want a couple of beer to get you relaxed enough to get through this last punishment. But I’m also going to give you a choice. This has been a rough day that’s why I’m going to let you decide the when. I know the what, and how many you just need to tell me tonight and get it over with or in the morning because your ass is dead.”
“Let’s just get it over with. I want this to be done so we can try to move on.”
“Dean you know as always, once the punishment has been received, then you’re forgiven.” John said handing Dean a pain killer.
“Yes sir, I know.” Dean was looking at the pill in his hand wondering what was going on.
“Well son, you next trip over my knee is going to be very painful and I thought this might lesson the sting of it a bit and as soon as I’m through, you’re heading to bed.”
This so didn’t sound good to Dean. He might as well of climbed in with the thing that looked like him but he smiled and said, “Thanks dad. Did you say I could have one more beer?”
“Yes, here you go.” John handed Dean another beer. He really didn’t want to do what he was going to do but dammit Dean could have gotten himself or Sammy killed tonight and he couldn’t let this slide.
Dean finished his second beer and that in combination with the one pain pill had him feeling okay. His ass still burned but he thought he might be able to sleep through the pain.
John swallowed and steeled his heart and looked at his oldest son. John motioned for Dean to follow him and they went to the edge of the yard. John handed Dean a knife and pointed at the peach tree and told him to cut a switch.
Dean stopped breathing and looked at the knife. Dad had only used a switch on him once and that was for not following orders on a hunt and Bobby got hurt. It was not an experience he wanted to repeat. He gulped air and looked at his dad with tears in his eyes. He bit back the begging that wanted to spew from his guts and swallowed, took the knife and went to cut a switch.
Dean could hear the wind whipping through the branches of the trees. He could hear the howling of a wolf in the area. He was zoned into what was going on around him instead of what he was doing. He found the limb that would be acceptable to his dad and he began to cut it. Then he carefully was peeling off the leaves and nubs as a gust of wind caught him.
Numbly he carried that dreaded object back to where his dad was waiting and handed it to him. John didn’t say anything to his son he just looked him in the eyes and nodded and looked down indicating that Dean needed to lower his pants and get into position over the fallen tree. As Dean was getting into place he pictured the wind whipping the branches and thought of his dad bringing this switch down over and over on his backside. Then he would be as the wolf and howling into the night sky.
John walked up behind his oldest son and placed a hand on his back. He gave it a quick rub and started another hand spanking. Dean was bucking into the tree trunk almost instantly. He had not recovered from his run in with the spoon or the belt, so his dad’s hand hurt. John only did two rounds before he grabbed the switch.
“Twelve” is all John said. Before he brought it back and swung it. He used rapid fire swings as he wanted this over as much as Dean did.
Dean bucked and broke. Like a wild bronco he was tamed. He didn’t attempt to get up or move. He just uttered a gut wrenching sob and howled. The wolf howled back as if he was supporting Dean through the pain. Dean blurred out a lot of it and John was rubbing his shoulders telling him he did great and it was all over before he knew it.
Dean just laid there for a while. The thought of movement was something he didn’t want at this point in time. He wanted to be the tree with its roots planted firmly in the ground, unmovable. He caught his breath and wiped his eyes. He was in his back yard, his ass was painted like leaves of a tree in autumn and he wanted to keep some of his dignity intact. He pushed himself up and his dad righted his clothing and for that he was thankful. He didn’t think he could have done it. He told his dad good night and headed to bed.
Little did either man know, they had someone watching them. From his second story bedroom window Sam watched as Dean bared his back side and bent over the tree trunk. Sam was fuming when he saw that on top of what he’d seen earlier there were belt marks. He wanted to turn his dad in so badly. All the good feelings he had felt happening between them were gone. Sam heard the wolf crying with Dean and he joined them. He flinched with every lick Dean got. He was thankful when it finally ended. He watched as John tried to comfort his son and felt bile rise in his throat. He thought it was at least nice of his dad to help Dean with his clothes and was utterly surprised when he hugged Dean and Dean hugged him back. He watched Dean walking towards the house and knew that if Dean knew he was up he wouldn’t let his feelings out and cry so Sam was going to head back to bed. He looked back at his dad as he popped another beer and sat on a log near the fallen tree and looked at the stars. Sam almost turned back towards the bed when a movement caught his eyes. Sam couldn’t hear what his dad was saying, but he heard shouting and saw his dad throw the bottle against a tree and Sam saw John sink to his knees and sob. He cried and cried and the wolf in the distance cried too. Maybe Dad really did care after all.