Insomnia Part 3
Title: Insomnia Part 3
Characters: John, Dean, Bobby, and Sammy
Implement: Hand
Word count: 1792 in this part
Warning/Spoilers: contains spanking of a minor
Disclaimer:just playing
In Part 3 John comes home and Dean has to face the music of his angry father
I heard Bobby head into his room around midnight. I thought about getting up and asking him if he told dad but I didn't want to risk pissing him off by still being up. I tried falling asleep, I tried counting sheep, imagining Pamela Anderson running down the beach. (That usually cheers me up) But that didn't even work. I tried playing the alphabet game; first with all the weapons we have in the trunk, then with all the baddies we've hunted, then with names of the different towns we've been to, none of that worked. I couldn't shut my mind off.
I even tried reading the book that'd been assigned for English class, not even that put me to sleep. I think around 3 I started to doze off but then I heard the rumble of the Impala. At first I thought I was dreaming, but then I heard the distinct sound of the drivers side door slamming. And right then I knew that Bobby had told dad and that dad was pissed and I was about to die.
I figured it'd be best to just face the music now. Maybe then I could get a good nights sleep. I quietly got out of bed and made my way downstairs. Dad was entering the kitchen as I made it to the end of the stairs.
“What are you doing up?” Dad asked rather gruffly.
“I don't know.” I started.... “I just thought maybe we could get this over with now, you know instead of waiting til morning.”
“What?”
“Really, I'm just tired, and I know uncle Bobby told you and I know your mad, I was just thinking maybe you'd want to get it over with, you know?”
“Um, Son I have no idea what your talking about and I'm too damn tired to deal with it right now. Get on up to bed now, its late, you should be asleep.”
I watched as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bag of frozen veggies and then wrapped them in a towel and headed towards the living room. I followed asking questions “What happened? Where's Sammy is he okay?”
“Your little brother is fine, except for the fact that he can't listen worth a damn.” Dad said gruffly as he tossed Sammy the impromptu ice pack.
“I can to listen, this isn't my fault.” Sammy grumbled angrily as he placed the ice pack on his ankle.
“Don't start with me, I don't want to hear it. Put your ankle up on the end of the couch keep that ice on it for awhile, I want you asleep in five.” Dad said as he helped Sam put his foot up and covered him with a blanket.
“I can't make my body fall asleep in five minutes just because you say so.” Sammy whined.
Dad growled. “Sam Winchester you better just stop right now, I've had it up to here.” Dad said indicating over his head “with your whining, you need to rest, now shut your eyes and go to sleep.”
Sam dutifully shut his eyes and tried to get comfortable on the couch. Dad turned around and saw me standing there. “Didn't I tell you to get your butt up to bed? I don't know what you did wrong but I'm guessing its pretty bad if you assumed Bobby told me and I raced home to whop your behind.”
“It wasn't that bad dad I promise.” I said giving him my patented smile.
“Hmmhmm, I'm sure, now if I were you I'd get on up to bed and get a good nights rest because tomorrow we're gonna have a long conversation about your behavior.”
I groaned but obediently turned around and headed for the stairs, dad took the opportunity and swatted my rear, I swore a little loud, I wasn't expecting it. “I take it Bobby gave you a good spooning?” dad asked as he put his arms around me in a gruff hug. I nodded into his shoulder. “That man sure knows how to work that spoon.” I nodded again. “Alright kiddo, come on up to bed for you. You look like you haven't slept in days. I think we both need a good rest.”
Dad manhandled me up the stairs and into my room and even tucked me into bed. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me to sleep. Sammy seemed to think that dad giving the order to sleep wouldn't actually make your body fall asleep. But wouldn't you know, I just needed him to tell me to sleep and my body followed his order.
It was the best sleep I had in days. I woke up and the sun was already coming in through the window. I rolled over to look at the clock and instantly regret it, I rolled back to take the pressure off my poor butt. I tilted my head and saw that it was after 10, I couldn't believe dad had let me sleep in. I got up and got dressed in my sweats because I was sure a run was in my future. I headed downstairs. Sammy was still sleeping on the couch, his foot was now wrapped in an ace bandage.
Dad and Bobby were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, a bottle of jack opened next to the coffee pot. Dad looked up and glared at me. “So Bobby was just filling me in on all the shit you've been up to, gotta say I'm not impressed.”
“I know sir, I'm really sorry.”
“Uh-huh, I've heard that story before.” Dad said shaking his head. “Your brother still asleep out there?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then how bout we head on out to the garage and deal with this. The kids had a rough few days, he could use some more sleep.” Dad stood up and took my arm. He didn't pull or anything, he didn't even have a tight grip, he just held it and herded me out to the garage. When we got there he let go of my arm and turned me to face him. “You got anything to say for yourself?”
I tried to explain to him what happened, how it wasn't as bad as Bobby was making it out to be. I was never in any danger of being hurt or anything.” God I wanted to slap myself as soon as those words came out of my mouth because I knew what he was gonna say.
“Well kiddo, it seems like your in a little bit of danger of being hurt right now, and you should have known that. I'm pretty sure you did know that and just chose to ignore it. Am I right?”
Damn him if he didn't already know the answer to that. “Yes, sir.”
“Alright then, I'm pretty sure that Bobby already gave you a pretty damn good lecture on disobeying and getting into a car with a drunk driver. So lets just get this over with.” Dad said as he took a seat on the work bench. “Come on, you know how this works, loose the jeans and the boxers.”
I started to open my mouth to protest but dad held up a finger. “Don't you say one word Dean Winchester or I'll take my belt off so fast it'll make your head spin.”
My hands pretty much flew to my waistband and I yanked those suckers down faster than I ever had before. I threw myself over dads lap and waited. I didn't have to wait long. Dads hand cracked down with a smack that echoed throughout the garage. Dad kept a steady stream of swats going, reigniting the fire that Bobby had started with the spoon. Dad smacked over and over, sometimes in a round pattern, then he'd switch it up and swat me in the same spot a few times. He paid extra attention to my sit spots and the top of my thighs.
I tried to keep my tough guy face on but good lord, my dads hand put that damn spoon to shame. He kept a steady rhythm for a few minutes and then stopped just as suddenly as he started. He let me lay over his lap for a few minutes as I collected myself. He rubbed my lower back and finally helped me stand up and fix my pants. He stood up and pulled me into a hug. I leaned into it, it felt good to have him hold me. It'd been a rough couple of days and just getting a hug, feeling the love the man had for me made things all better. Even if he had just beaten my ass.
“Alright kiddo, lets head back into the house and check on your brother.” Dad manhandled me into the house and tossed me down on the chair next to the couch. Sammy was awake now and watching some cartoon on Bobby's old TV. Sam looked over at me and then at dad.
“What kinda stupid thing did you do this time?” Sam questioned.
I just told him to shut up and slapped at the top of his head. Sammy of course said “Whatever cry baby.” then pretended to fix his hair like mine. “Oh look at me I'm Dean Winchester, I'm so crabby because my daddy just spanked my butt.” Sammy laughed as I tried to swat at him again. Sam tried to get up and come after me but dad stopped him and laid him back down on the couch.
“That's enough Sammy. Don't pick on your brother. Unless your feeling better, if that's the case then I think maybe your about to get crabby because your daddy's gonna spank your butt too.”
“No sire I'm not feeling better, I'm gonna stay on the couch I promise.”
“That's what I thought, I'm gonna get you something for the pain, you should take a nap.”
That pissed Sammy off, kid could be so stupid sometimes, dad had just promised him a spanking and he could still mouth off. “A nap I'm not a baby dad. I don't want to nap.”
“Too bad, you and your brother are both gonna take naps now.” I started to laugh at the pout on Sammy's face when it finally clicked what dad had said. I gave him a look “You heard me, its nap time for both my little boys. Dean upstairs, Sammy shut the TV off now.”
I wanted to protest and tell him I was way too old for a nap but at that moment all I wanted was a nap so I just said “Okay” and gave him a hug before I headed back up the stairs to crawl back into bed.
Characters: John, Dean, Bobby, and Sammy
Implement: Hand
Word count: 1792 in this part
Warning/Spoilers: contains spanking of a minor
Disclaimer:just playing
In Part 3 John comes home and Dean has to face the music of his angry father
I heard Bobby head into his room around midnight. I thought about getting up and asking him if he told dad but I didn't want to risk pissing him off by still being up. I tried falling asleep, I tried counting sheep, imagining Pamela Anderson running down the beach. (That usually cheers me up) But that didn't even work. I tried playing the alphabet game; first with all the weapons we have in the trunk, then with all the baddies we've hunted, then with names of the different towns we've been to, none of that worked. I couldn't shut my mind off.
I even tried reading the book that'd been assigned for English class, not even that put me to sleep. I think around 3 I started to doze off but then I heard the rumble of the Impala. At first I thought I was dreaming, but then I heard the distinct sound of the drivers side door slamming. And right then I knew that Bobby had told dad and that dad was pissed and I was about to die.
I figured it'd be best to just face the music now. Maybe then I could get a good nights sleep. I quietly got out of bed and made my way downstairs. Dad was entering the kitchen as I made it to the end of the stairs.
“What are you doing up?” Dad asked rather gruffly.
“I don't know.” I started.... “I just thought maybe we could get this over with now, you know instead of waiting til morning.”
“What?”
“Really, I'm just tired, and I know uncle Bobby told you and I know your mad, I was just thinking maybe you'd want to get it over with, you know?”
“Um, Son I have no idea what your talking about and I'm too damn tired to deal with it right now. Get on up to bed now, its late, you should be asleep.”
I watched as he went to the fridge and grabbed a bag of frozen veggies and then wrapped them in a towel and headed towards the living room. I followed asking questions “What happened? Where's Sammy is he okay?”
“Your little brother is fine, except for the fact that he can't listen worth a damn.” Dad said gruffly as he tossed Sammy the impromptu ice pack.
“I can to listen, this isn't my fault.” Sammy grumbled angrily as he placed the ice pack on his ankle.
“Don't start with me, I don't want to hear it. Put your ankle up on the end of the couch keep that ice on it for awhile, I want you asleep in five.” Dad said as he helped Sam put his foot up and covered him with a blanket.
“I can't make my body fall asleep in five minutes just because you say so.” Sammy whined.
Dad growled. “Sam Winchester you better just stop right now, I've had it up to here.” Dad said indicating over his head “with your whining, you need to rest, now shut your eyes and go to sleep.”
Sam dutifully shut his eyes and tried to get comfortable on the couch. Dad turned around and saw me standing there. “Didn't I tell you to get your butt up to bed? I don't know what you did wrong but I'm guessing its pretty bad if you assumed Bobby told me and I raced home to whop your behind.”
“It wasn't that bad dad I promise.” I said giving him my patented smile.
“Hmmhmm, I'm sure, now if I were you I'd get on up to bed and get a good nights rest because tomorrow we're gonna have a long conversation about your behavior.”
I groaned but obediently turned around and headed for the stairs, dad took the opportunity and swatted my rear, I swore a little loud, I wasn't expecting it. “I take it Bobby gave you a good spooning?” dad asked as he put his arms around me in a gruff hug. I nodded into his shoulder. “That man sure knows how to work that spoon.” I nodded again. “Alright kiddo, come on up to bed for you. You look like you haven't slept in days. I think we both need a good rest.”
Dad manhandled me up the stairs and into my room and even tucked me into bed. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and told me to sleep. Sammy seemed to think that dad giving the order to sleep wouldn't actually make your body fall asleep. But wouldn't you know, I just needed him to tell me to sleep and my body followed his order.
It was the best sleep I had in days. I woke up and the sun was already coming in through the window. I rolled over to look at the clock and instantly regret it, I rolled back to take the pressure off my poor butt. I tilted my head and saw that it was after 10, I couldn't believe dad had let me sleep in. I got up and got dressed in my sweats because I was sure a run was in my future. I headed downstairs. Sammy was still sleeping on the couch, his foot was now wrapped in an ace bandage.
Dad and Bobby were sitting in the kitchen drinking coffee, a bottle of jack opened next to the coffee pot. Dad looked up and glared at me. “So Bobby was just filling me in on all the shit you've been up to, gotta say I'm not impressed.”
“I know sir, I'm really sorry.”
“Uh-huh, I've heard that story before.” Dad said shaking his head. “Your brother still asleep out there?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then how bout we head on out to the garage and deal with this. The kids had a rough few days, he could use some more sleep.” Dad stood up and took my arm. He didn't pull or anything, he didn't even have a tight grip, he just held it and herded me out to the garage. When we got there he let go of my arm and turned me to face him. “You got anything to say for yourself?”
I tried to explain to him what happened, how it wasn't as bad as Bobby was making it out to be. I was never in any danger of being hurt or anything.” God I wanted to slap myself as soon as those words came out of my mouth because I knew what he was gonna say.
“Well kiddo, it seems like your in a little bit of danger of being hurt right now, and you should have known that. I'm pretty sure you did know that and just chose to ignore it. Am I right?”
Damn him if he didn't already know the answer to that. “Yes, sir.”
“Alright then, I'm pretty sure that Bobby already gave you a pretty damn good lecture on disobeying and getting into a car with a drunk driver. So lets just get this over with.” Dad said as he took a seat on the work bench. “Come on, you know how this works, loose the jeans and the boxers.”
I started to open my mouth to protest but dad held up a finger. “Don't you say one word Dean Winchester or I'll take my belt off so fast it'll make your head spin.”
My hands pretty much flew to my waistband and I yanked those suckers down faster than I ever had before. I threw myself over dads lap and waited. I didn't have to wait long. Dads hand cracked down with a smack that echoed throughout the garage. Dad kept a steady stream of swats going, reigniting the fire that Bobby had started with the spoon. Dad smacked over and over, sometimes in a round pattern, then he'd switch it up and swat me in the same spot a few times. He paid extra attention to my sit spots and the top of my thighs.
I tried to keep my tough guy face on but good lord, my dads hand put that damn spoon to shame. He kept a steady rhythm for a few minutes and then stopped just as suddenly as he started. He let me lay over his lap for a few minutes as I collected myself. He rubbed my lower back and finally helped me stand up and fix my pants. He stood up and pulled me into a hug. I leaned into it, it felt good to have him hold me. It'd been a rough couple of days and just getting a hug, feeling the love the man had for me made things all better. Even if he had just beaten my ass.
“Alright kiddo, lets head back into the house and check on your brother.” Dad manhandled me into the house and tossed me down on the chair next to the couch. Sammy was awake now and watching some cartoon on Bobby's old TV. Sam looked over at me and then at dad.
“What kinda stupid thing did you do this time?” Sam questioned.
I just told him to shut up and slapped at the top of his head. Sammy of course said “Whatever cry baby.” then pretended to fix his hair like mine. “Oh look at me I'm Dean Winchester, I'm so crabby because my daddy just spanked my butt.” Sammy laughed as I tried to swat at him again. Sam tried to get up and come after me but dad stopped him and laid him back down on the couch.
“That's enough Sammy. Don't pick on your brother. Unless your feeling better, if that's the case then I think maybe your about to get crabby because your daddy's gonna spank your butt too.”
“No sire I'm not feeling better, I'm gonna stay on the couch I promise.”
“That's what I thought, I'm gonna get you something for the pain, you should take a nap.”
That pissed Sammy off, kid could be so stupid sometimes, dad had just promised him a spanking and he could still mouth off. “A nap I'm not a baby dad. I don't want to nap.”
“Too bad, you and your brother are both gonna take naps now.” I started to laugh at the pout on Sammy's face when it finally clicked what dad had said. I gave him a look “You heard me, its nap time for both my little boys. Dean upstairs, Sammy shut the TV off now.”
I wanted to protest and tell him I was way too old for a nap but at that moment all I wanted was a nap so I just said “Okay” and gave him a hug before I headed back up the stairs to crawl back into bed.