Not so Fun Family Funday part 2
Title: Not so Fun Family Funday part 2
Characters: John, Dean, and Sammy
Implement: none in this part
Word count: 2884
Warning/Spoilers: no spankings in this part
Disclaimer:just playing
Okay I hope this story makes up for what I did to poor Sammy in my last story....I'm not sure what my muse was doing with that one, thats just the way she wanted it. I hope all you John lovers can forgive me.
I think the car pretty much drove itself to Bobby's house. Sam slept the entire time, letting out little moans and groans when his but touched the seat. Bobby's car wasn't in the yard when we pulled up and the doors were locked but I knew where he kept the spare key. Sammy didn't even wake up when I carried him into the house, all the way upstairs and placed him in his bed.
I made sure he was comfortable before I left him alone and headed down stairs. I was tired but not in the mood to sleep. Even with the long drive I still hadn't done much thinking about what had happened. It all seemed like a blur. I'd seen dad drunk before, I’ve seen him pissed off but I've never ever seen him act that way. And I know Sammy can be annoying and I know he shouldn’t have thrown the beer in dads face and sassed him like that. But I think if I'd have been in Sammy's shoes I would have done the exact same thing.
I should have done it, I should have told dad I was taking Sam home, I should have put a stop to it. I don't know why I didn't step in and stop those dumb-asses from picking on my little brother; I'm the only one who gets to pick on the twerp. I sat down on the couch for a few seconds but I had to much energy to just sit there, I wanted to hit something or someone. I stood up and walked around the house for a bit, ended up in the kitchen. Found a nice cold beer in the back for the fridge and helped myself to it.
The beer tasted good and it calmed my nerves a bit; but it went down way to fast. I searched the fridge but there wasn't anymore. I did find a bottle of Jack and I thought about having some but then I realized that Sammy might wake up and he probably wouldn't like it if I smelled like alcohol.
I couldn't sit still so I jotted down a quick note for Sammy and headed out to the junk yard. I found a crowbar and carried it through the yard until I found a piece of crap junker that nobody would notice if I beat the shit out of it. I went to town breaking the windows and the mirrors and the tail lights and head lights and then I went to town smashing in the hood.
It felt good, so good to work off some of my anger, the sun was starting to set and I realized that I probably should head back to the house, just in case Sammy was up. He'd been sleeping for a pretty long time, and neither of us had eaten anything since the bowling alley the day before so he must be starving.
I found a box of mac and cheese in Bobby's cupboard and started the stove. I headed upstairs to check on Sammy and he was still curled up on his bed sleeping. Poor kid was literally worn out. I put another blanket on him and headed back down stairs to check to see if the water was boiling.
I had just finished adding in the powdered cheese when Sammy came down the steps. He went to the table and was about to sit down when it seemed to hit him that that would be a very very bad idea. He came over and snuggled into my side and watched me finish making dinner.
Bobby usually doesn't like us to eat in the living room but I figured he wouldn't be too mad at us this time. I let Sam curl into my side to keep the pressure of his rear. We watched some stupid show and ate in silence. I let Sam have two cans of soda to try and cheer him up. I kinda wished we had some more beer because I would have let the kid have one too. Around 9 I sent him upstairs to get ready for bed; he put up a little fuss saying that he'd already slept for pretty much a whole day straight and he wasn't tired at all.
I told him he still had to go up and brush his teeth and change out of his clothes but I said he didn't have to go to bed; we could stay up and watch a movie or something. He said that was okay and he scampered off up the stairs. I sat on the couch for a minute before I realized that I was exhausted. I headed up the stairs to brush my teeth and change into some sleep clothes. Sammy was in the bedroom changing.
He was changing his shorts, his backside looked worse today than it did yesterday, it was bruised and this angry red color, I could still see some marks where the belt had landed. I felt sick again. Sam noticed me glaring at him and he yanked his shorts up and told me to take a picture it would last longer. I had to laugh at least Sam was feeling more like his sassy little self.
Sam finished getting dressed and said he'd race me downstairs. He won of course, but only because I let him. We curled up again and found a cheesy scifi movie to watch. Despite Sammy's protests about not being tired he fell asleep before the movie was even halfway over. The movie was almost over when I heard the familiar sound of Bobby's old car pulling up.
I heard the distinct sound of two car doors open and shut and then I heard the sound of voices. One belonging to Bobby and one to Dad. I should have figured that Dad would be out looking for us and that he'd have come right to Bobby's. I wanted to hid Sam but I didn't have enough time and of course he woke up when the front door slammed.
Dad shouted “BOYS!?!” and Sammy hugged into my side. Then dad and Bobby entered the living room. “What in the hell are you two doing here?” he growled.
Sammy looked like he was gonna start crying, so I whispered to him to head up stairs. Dad took a step towards him and I was in big brother protective mode. “You stay away from him!” I shouted. Bobby looked at me like I'd grown a second head. Dad stopped mid movement to glare at me. Sammy just started to shake. “It's okay Buddy, just go on up to bed, I'll be up in a minute.”
Sammy went the long way around avoiding dad at all cost before booking it up the stairs. “What'd he do?” Bobby asked.
“Who?” was the only response I could think of.
“He's talking about your brother Dean?” Dad growled. “What in the heck did he do that you had to come all the way to Bobby's. Why does your brother look like he's so scared?”
“Why don't you take a guess?” I sassed.
“Dean, Boy I'm tired, your uncle and I have had a long week and I'm not in the best mood so I would suggest you quit lipping off to me, and explain exactly what in the hell you and your brother are doing here.” I just glared at him breathing hard, wishing that I once again had that crowbar in my hand, I had the sudden urge to smash something. “NOW, Dean unless you want me to just assume the worse and start swatting right now.”
“Don't you think you've done enough of that?” I growl back, curling my hands into fists. Nails biting so hard in anger that I could almost feel my skin tear.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about you belting Sammy. I'm talking about the fact that he's terrified of you right now. I'm talking about the facts that he's got bruises and welts on his ass because apparently you can't control your liquor.” I bellowed.
“What are you going on about you idjit? Johnny what did you do? Did you seriously take a belt to that boy?” Bobby asked turning on dad.
“No, I didn't belt him, sure there have been a few times when I’d like to but he's still to little. I've given him a few good swats lately but I’ve never belted him and Dean knows that.”
“Really? How much did you drink last night? Huh were you so drunk that you don't remember beating your own son?” I hollered so loud my throat hurt from the strain.
“Hey! Cool it, you hear me, calm down.” Dad ordered, I fumed. “Sure I've spanked the bejesus out of you once or twice but I have never nor will I ever Beat one of you.”
“Really? Really” I screamed “Why don't we go upstairs and ask Sammy to show you what you did to him last night? Uncle Bobby can come too.”
“Dean Kiddo, I don't know what your talking about, maybe Sam has some bruises or something but I can tell you your daddy didn't do it, he was with me last night, he's been with me all week long. We've been working on that hunt, you remember right, I called him he came to help me you said you'd take care of Sam, threw a big fit when your daddy wouldn't take you along.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask confused. “Dad came back the next day, you finished the hunt.”
“Dean kiddo, no I didn't we just finished the hunt today, we're just getting back from it. I was gonna head straight home to you boys but I wanted to stop here and grab a few books that I think I might need. I was shocked to see the car here.” Dad explained. “So I'm not exactly sure whats going on here, but I can assure you that I haven't seen you boys in a week. And I sure as hell haven't spanked Sammy for any reason.”
“So you didn't take us bowling yesterday? You weren't drinking with some work buddies and making fun of Sammy?”
“I'm pretty sure I would remember that Deano, I haven't taken you boys bowling in a long time.” dad stepped towards me then, I started to back away but he stopped me. He put his hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling alright? Did you hit your head?”
I shook him off “No, no I didn't hit my head, and I'm feeling fine, just a little tired, and a little angry. But I can prove that you hit Sammy, come with me.” I said as I motioned for them to follow me upstairs. Sammy was laying across my bed. He jumped up when we entered. Dad tried to go towards him but Sammy dodged him and ran to me, cowering behind me. “Sammy I need you to do me a favor.” I tried coaxing him out from behind me, “I need you to show uncle Bobby where daddy hit you.”
“I didn't hit him Dean!” Dad barked. But Sammy was already pulling down his sleep shorts. Dad stopped before he could say anything else and just glared at Sammy.
Bobby whispered “Jesus.” Before going towards Sammy and picking him up into a protective hug.
Dad looked like he was going to be sick “What in the hell.” he tried to go to Sam; to get Bobby to give him over but Sammy just freaked out and started crying more and more.
“I didn't do that.” Dad said backing away, Sammy calmed down a little bit. “Who the fuck did that? What in the hell happened Dean?”
I took Sammy from Bobby and put him back to bed and then went down to the kitchen. I didn't want Sammy to have to relive the whole thing. I told them everything, about dad coming home about the snow days and being bored and Dad deciding to take us bowling. I told them about his jackass friends and there drinking and making fun of Sammy, and Sammy finally loosing his cool and Dad going all crazy and whopping him and then taking the belt to him over and over again and him passing out on the couch and me taking Sammy to get away from him.
When I was done telling my story Dad was crying and uncle Bobby looked a little teary eyed too. Dad came towards me and I had to fight everything in my body to not run away. To let him touch me, he gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head. “Kiddo you have to know that I would never act like that! I may be a hard ass sometimes but I would never ever ever treat you or your brother like that. I'm not sure what in the hell is going on but Bobby and I are gonna get to the bottom of it. You stay here with your brother. We're going to go figure this out.”
With that dad grabbed his bags that he had only just carried into the house and walked out the front door with a purpose. Bobby glanced at me and gave me a weak smile. “I guess we're going back on a hunt, I just wanted to go to bed. I got some Pop Tarts hidden in the cupboard above the fridge and I got a six pack out back in the garage.” Bobby winked at me. “Don't tell your father, you just look like you could use a beer. Just don't drink them all you idjit.” Bobby said giving me a quick hug before he followed dad out the door.
I wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but I felt a little bit better. I finally felt like I could sleep. I made my way upstairs and crawled into bed with Sammy; who was already asleep again. Bobby's truck was in the front yard when I woke up and Sammy was looking out the window at it. He turned to me and whispered “Dad's downstairs.”
Right after Sam said that Dad hollered up the stairs for me to come downstairs. Sammy's eyes got wide. “It's okay Sammy, we're not in trouble. I gotta run downstairs real quick. You'll be okay up here.”
I ran downstairs and found dad and Bobby sitting in the kitchen. “Did you find out what was going on? Did you find the thing that hurt Sammy?”
“Not really.” Dad said taking a sip out of his coffee.
“We found a pile of skin. Looks like it was a shape-shifter. He's probably long gone by now, but don't you worry your daddy and I'll pick up his trail and get that asshole. Nobody hurts one of you boys and gets away with it.” Bobby explained.
Dad sighed and gave a grunt of confirmation before he stood up from the table and headed towards the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
“Upstairs to chat with your brother. I have to talk to him tell him that it wasn't me who did that to him, let him know that I'm gonna find whatever did this and make him pay.”
“I don't think that's the best idea right now, Sammy's pretty shook up.”
“I know Dean, I do, but I have to talk to him, I have to try to make this right. And I need to check to make sure that his butt is healing. You can come with me if you want, but I can't let him think that I did this to him, that I would ever do anything like that to him. He's my little baby and he needs to know it.”
“Dad, word of advice, no chick flick moments, Sammy'll think your a little possessed if you start talking all baby boy stuff on him. Just tell him that there was a shape-shifter baddie and that you and Bobby are gonna catch him and that he'll be okay. He'll probably believe you. Also to make it up to him you could get a puppy or something.”
“I'm not buying your brother a puppy. Dean.” Dad laughed and then growled at me “And you better not say anything to him to suggest that either.”
“Fine, fine no puppies how about a computer.” I asked as I followed dad up the stairs.
XXX
It wasn't hard to convince Sammy that it wasn't dad who hit him; but it still took awhile for Sammy to get comfortable around dad again, and sometimes when dad would yell Sammy would get really scared. But soon enough the two of them got back to their old ways. Dad barking orders and Sammy demanding to know why.
A month after Sammy turned sixteen we hunted down a shape-shifter, right before we were about to gank him he looked at Sammy and told him that he still needed a hair cut. Dad stepped aside and let Sammy go in for the kill. That night after we got home, we all went and sat in the back yard of our run down apartment and drank a beer together while looking at the stars.
Characters: John, Dean, and Sammy
Implement: none in this part
Word count: 2884
Warning/Spoilers: no spankings in this part
Disclaimer:just playing
Okay I hope this story makes up for what I did to poor Sammy in my last story....I'm not sure what my muse was doing with that one, thats just the way she wanted it. I hope all you John lovers can forgive me.
I think the car pretty much drove itself to Bobby's house. Sam slept the entire time, letting out little moans and groans when his but touched the seat. Bobby's car wasn't in the yard when we pulled up and the doors were locked but I knew where he kept the spare key. Sammy didn't even wake up when I carried him into the house, all the way upstairs and placed him in his bed.
I made sure he was comfortable before I left him alone and headed down stairs. I was tired but not in the mood to sleep. Even with the long drive I still hadn't done much thinking about what had happened. It all seemed like a blur. I'd seen dad drunk before, I’ve seen him pissed off but I've never ever seen him act that way. And I know Sammy can be annoying and I know he shouldn’t have thrown the beer in dads face and sassed him like that. But I think if I'd have been in Sammy's shoes I would have done the exact same thing.
I should have done it, I should have told dad I was taking Sam home, I should have put a stop to it. I don't know why I didn't step in and stop those dumb-asses from picking on my little brother; I'm the only one who gets to pick on the twerp. I sat down on the couch for a few seconds but I had to much energy to just sit there, I wanted to hit something or someone. I stood up and walked around the house for a bit, ended up in the kitchen. Found a nice cold beer in the back for the fridge and helped myself to it.
The beer tasted good and it calmed my nerves a bit; but it went down way to fast. I searched the fridge but there wasn't anymore. I did find a bottle of Jack and I thought about having some but then I realized that Sammy might wake up and he probably wouldn't like it if I smelled like alcohol.
I couldn't sit still so I jotted down a quick note for Sammy and headed out to the junk yard. I found a crowbar and carried it through the yard until I found a piece of crap junker that nobody would notice if I beat the shit out of it. I went to town breaking the windows and the mirrors and the tail lights and head lights and then I went to town smashing in the hood.
It felt good, so good to work off some of my anger, the sun was starting to set and I realized that I probably should head back to the house, just in case Sammy was up. He'd been sleeping for a pretty long time, and neither of us had eaten anything since the bowling alley the day before so he must be starving.
I found a box of mac and cheese in Bobby's cupboard and started the stove. I headed upstairs to check on Sammy and he was still curled up on his bed sleeping. Poor kid was literally worn out. I put another blanket on him and headed back down stairs to check to see if the water was boiling.
I had just finished adding in the powdered cheese when Sammy came down the steps. He went to the table and was about to sit down when it seemed to hit him that that would be a very very bad idea. He came over and snuggled into my side and watched me finish making dinner.
Bobby usually doesn't like us to eat in the living room but I figured he wouldn't be too mad at us this time. I let Sam curl into my side to keep the pressure of his rear. We watched some stupid show and ate in silence. I let Sam have two cans of soda to try and cheer him up. I kinda wished we had some more beer because I would have let the kid have one too. Around 9 I sent him upstairs to get ready for bed; he put up a little fuss saying that he'd already slept for pretty much a whole day straight and he wasn't tired at all.
I told him he still had to go up and brush his teeth and change out of his clothes but I said he didn't have to go to bed; we could stay up and watch a movie or something. He said that was okay and he scampered off up the stairs. I sat on the couch for a minute before I realized that I was exhausted. I headed up the stairs to brush my teeth and change into some sleep clothes. Sammy was in the bedroom changing.
He was changing his shorts, his backside looked worse today than it did yesterday, it was bruised and this angry red color, I could still see some marks where the belt had landed. I felt sick again. Sam noticed me glaring at him and he yanked his shorts up and told me to take a picture it would last longer. I had to laugh at least Sam was feeling more like his sassy little self.
Sam finished getting dressed and said he'd race me downstairs. He won of course, but only because I let him. We curled up again and found a cheesy scifi movie to watch. Despite Sammy's protests about not being tired he fell asleep before the movie was even halfway over. The movie was almost over when I heard the familiar sound of Bobby's old car pulling up.
I heard the distinct sound of two car doors open and shut and then I heard the sound of voices. One belonging to Bobby and one to Dad. I should have figured that Dad would be out looking for us and that he'd have come right to Bobby's. I wanted to hid Sam but I didn't have enough time and of course he woke up when the front door slammed.
Dad shouted “BOYS!?!” and Sammy hugged into my side. Then dad and Bobby entered the living room. “What in the hell are you two doing here?” he growled.
Sammy looked like he was gonna start crying, so I whispered to him to head up stairs. Dad took a step towards him and I was in big brother protective mode. “You stay away from him!” I shouted. Bobby looked at me like I'd grown a second head. Dad stopped mid movement to glare at me. Sammy just started to shake. “It's okay Buddy, just go on up to bed, I'll be up in a minute.”
Sammy went the long way around avoiding dad at all cost before booking it up the stairs. “What'd he do?” Bobby asked.
“Who?” was the only response I could think of.
“He's talking about your brother Dean?” Dad growled. “What in the heck did he do that you had to come all the way to Bobby's. Why does your brother look like he's so scared?”
“Why don't you take a guess?” I sassed.
“Dean, Boy I'm tired, your uncle and I have had a long week and I'm not in the best mood so I would suggest you quit lipping off to me, and explain exactly what in the hell you and your brother are doing here.” I just glared at him breathing hard, wishing that I once again had that crowbar in my hand, I had the sudden urge to smash something. “NOW, Dean unless you want me to just assume the worse and start swatting right now.”
“Don't you think you've done enough of that?” I growl back, curling my hands into fists. Nails biting so hard in anger that I could almost feel my skin tear.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I'm talking about you belting Sammy. I'm talking about the fact that he's terrified of you right now. I'm talking about the facts that he's got bruises and welts on his ass because apparently you can't control your liquor.” I bellowed.
“What are you going on about you idjit? Johnny what did you do? Did you seriously take a belt to that boy?” Bobby asked turning on dad.
“No, I didn't belt him, sure there have been a few times when I’d like to but he's still to little. I've given him a few good swats lately but I’ve never belted him and Dean knows that.”
“Really? How much did you drink last night? Huh were you so drunk that you don't remember beating your own son?” I hollered so loud my throat hurt from the strain.
“Hey! Cool it, you hear me, calm down.” Dad ordered, I fumed. “Sure I've spanked the bejesus out of you once or twice but I have never nor will I ever Beat one of you.”
“Really? Really” I screamed “Why don't we go upstairs and ask Sammy to show you what you did to him last night? Uncle Bobby can come too.”
“Dean Kiddo, I don't know what your talking about, maybe Sam has some bruises or something but I can tell you your daddy didn't do it, he was with me last night, he's been with me all week long. We've been working on that hunt, you remember right, I called him he came to help me you said you'd take care of Sam, threw a big fit when your daddy wouldn't take you along.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask confused. “Dad came back the next day, you finished the hunt.”
“Dean kiddo, no I didn't we just finished the hunt today, we're just getting back from it. I was gonna head straight home to you boys but I wanted to stop here and grab a few books that I think I might need. I was shocked to see the car here.” Dad explained. “So I'm not exactly sure whats going on here, but I can assure you that I haven't seen you boys in a week. And I sure as hell haven't spanked Sammy for any reason.”
“So you didn't take us bowling yesterday? You weren't drinking with some work buddies and making fun of Sammy?”
“I'm pretty sure I would remember that Deano, I haven't taken you boys bowling in a long time.” dad stepped towards me then, I started to back away but he stopped me. He put his hand on my forehead. “Are you feeling alright? Did you hit your head?”
I shook him off “No, no I didn't hit my head, and I'm feeling fine, just a little tired, and a little angry. But I can prove that you hit Sammy, come with me.” I said as I motioned for them to follow me upstairs. Sammy was laying across my bed. He jumped up when we entered. Dad tried to go towards him but Sammy dodged him and ran to me, cowering behind me. “Sammy I need you to do me a favor.” I tried coaxing him out from behind me, “I need you to show uncle Bobby where daddy hit you.”
“I didn't hit him Dean!” Dad barked. But Sammy was already pulling down his sleep shorts. Dad stopped before he could say anything else and just glared at Sammy.
Bobby whispered “Jesus.” Before going towards Sammy and picking him up into a protective hug.
Dad looked like he was going to be sick “What in the hell.” he tried to go to Sam; to get Bobby to give him over but Sammy just freaked out and started crying more and more.
“I didn't do that.” Dad said backing away, Sammy calmed down a little bit. “Who the fuck did that? What in the hell happened Dean?”
I took Sammy from Bobby and put him back to bed and then went down to the kitchen. I didn't want Sammy to have to relive the whole thing. I told them everything, about dad coming home about the snow days and being bored and Dad deciding to take us bowling. I told them about his jackass friends and there drinking and making fun of Sammy, and Sammy finally loosing his cool and Dad going all crazy and whopping him and then taking the belt to him over and over again and him passing out on the couch and me taking Sammy to get away from him.
When I was done telling my story Dad was crying and uncle Bobby looked a little teary eyed too. Dad came towards me and I had to fight everything in my body to not run away. To let him touch me, he gave me a hug and kissed the top of my head. “Kiddo you have to know that I would never act like that! I may be a hard ass sometimes but I would never ever ever treat you or your brother like that. I'm not sure what in the hell is going on but Bobby and I are gonna get to the bottom of it. You stay here with your brother. We're going to go figure this out.”
With that dad grabbed his bags that he had only just carried into the house and walked out the front door with a purpose. Bobby glanced at me and gave me a weak smile. “I guess we're going back on a hunt, I just wanted to go to bed. I got some Pop Tarts hidden in the cupboard above the fridge and I got a six pack out back in the garage.” Bobby winked at me. “Don't tell your father, you just look like you could use a beer. Just don't drink them all you idjit.” Bobby said giving me a quick hug before he followed dad out the door.
I wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but I felt a little bit better. I finally felt like I could sleep. I made my way upstairs and crawled into bed with Sammy; who was already asleep again. Bobby's truck was in the front yard when I woke up and Sammy was looking out the window at it. He turned to me and whispered “Dad's downstairs.”
Right after Sam said that Dad hollered up the stairs for me to come downstairs. Sammy's eyes got wide. “It's okay Sammy, we're not in trouble. I gotta run downstairs real quick. You'll be okay up here.”
I ran downstairs and found dad and Bobby sitting in the kitchen. “Did you find out what was going on? Did you find the thing that hurt Sammy?”
“Not really.” Dad said taking a sip out of his coffee.
“We found a pile of skin. Looks like it was a shape-shifter. He's probably long gone by now, but don't you worry your daddy and I'll pick up his trail and get that asshole. Nobody hurts one of you boys and gets away with it.” Bobby explained.
Dad sighed and gave a grunt of confirmation before he stood up from the table and headed towards the stairs.
“Where are you going?”
“Upstairs to chat with your brother. I have to talk to him tell him that it wasn't me who did that to him, let him know that I'm gonna find whatever did this and make him pay.”
“I don't think that's the best idea right now, Sammy's pretty shook up.”
“I know Dean, I do, but I have to talk to him, I have to try to make this right. And I need to check to make sure that his butt is healing. You can come with me if you want, but I can't let him think that I did this to him, that I would ever do anything like that to him. He's my little baby and he needs to know it.”
“Dad, word of advice, no chick flick moments, Sammy'll think your a little possessed if you start talking all baby boy stuff on him. Just tell him that there was a shape-shifter baddie and that you and Bobby are gonna catch him and that he'll be okay. He'll probably believe you. Also to make it up to him you could get a puppy or something.”
“I'm not buying your brother a puppy. Dean.” Dad laughed and then growled at me “And you better not say anything to him to suggest that either.”
“Fine, fine no puppies how about a computer.” I asked as I followed dad up the stairs.
XXX
It wasn't hard to convince Sammy that it wasn't dad who hit him; but it still took awhile for Sammy to get comfortable around dad again, and sometimes when dad would yell Sammy would get really scared. But soon enough the two of them got back to their old ways. Dad barking orders and Sammy demanding to know why.
A month after Sammy turned sixteen we hunted down a shape-shifter, right before we were about to gank him he looked at Sammy and told him that he still needed a hair cut. Dad stepped aside and let Sammy go in for the kill. That night after we got home, we all went and sat in the back yard of our run down apartment and drank a beer together while looking at the stars.