Testin' the water.
Title: Testin' the water
Author: Remisfriend26
Pairings: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Ben Braeden Winchester(8), Lisa Braeden Winchester (mentioned.)
Scenario: wee!chester?
Plot: Granddaddy John gets to look after his grandson for his first sleepover but Ben decided to test the waters, as does Sam and John answers back with a firm hand (sorry, my summaries suck...)
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING- all belongs to EK and team! :)
Warning: Contains spanking of child and of young adult.
Author's Note: Sorry to those I haven't replied to and for not commenting on things, I've been literally uploading before logging off to do other jobs... I'll try catch up again soon! This is my first ever Ben fic so I hope it's okay... Enjoy! (I hope!!)
“Benjamin, get you’re a…butt up to your room and stay there, young man. I’ll be up later to talk to you. Go!” John Winchester growled at his eight year old grandson as he shut the door to his house with a thud. Ben’s eyes were wide but he remained passively defiant, rooted to the spot. “Ben…” John warned with arms crossed. When the child didn’t move after John had mentally counted to three, he grabbed his arm and landed three swats to his backside, turning him towards the stairs. “Now.” Ben scampered upstairs out of sight and John heard the bedroom door slam so hard he could have sworn it shook; and the urge to storm up the stairs and that boy’s sorry (or not so sorry!) ass was so overwhelming that John had to stop and count to ten - four times.
As he attempted to calm down, Sammy made an appearance with a book in his hand, frowning at his father. “Daaad! Do you gotta be so damn loud?! I’m trying to read here and you-”
“Not now, Sam. Not. Fuckin’. Now. That brat of a nephew tried to fuckin’ steal damn sweets for the sake of it today and I gotta deal with him while your damn brother and Lisa are outta’ town. So don’t give me that shit now or I will bust your ass. You got me?” John rumbled, his frustration evident in his every move, down to the raised eyebrow as he finished.
Sam visibly gulped, “Sure Dad, I’ll just go and, uh, get my walkman… Uh, I’m… I’m sorry.” The boy went to leave looking like a wounded puppy and John stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Aw hell, Sam. I’m sorry. I’m just… So frustrated with him. It was his first sleepover and I was gonna do a barbeque tonight and then we could watch films or have a campfire and have fun, like old times when I’d just returned from hunts. And instead I got smack his sorry little butt cause went into town and tried to steal some pack of damn sweets that I woulda’ bought him as a treat.” John paused and looked Sammy in the eye, “Dad loves you, kid.” He murmured, pulling the student into a firm hug and breathing a sigh of relief as Sammy threw his arms around his dad, holding on tight.
John and Sam had had some real rough times when Sammy was a teenager. His youngest son had, understandably resented John’s hunter lifestyle that inadvertently affected them with the constant moves and John being gone for days and sometimes weeks at a time. The kid had particularly hated having to move school all the time; he’d always been a real smart kid- though you couldn’t tell that from how often the kid ended up grounded to his room or getting his tail end busted by his father! But a couple of years ago after John had nearly died, once he’d faced Sam’s wrath for near leaving him and had dealt with the fireworks, they’d seen past their differences. Sammy finally understood that John loved him and wanted to keep him safe, and John finally understood why Sammy wanted some security. And then, Jon had decided they’d settle down so Sammy could graduate school and do college without being uprooted. Dean had found out he’d got Lisa pregnant and they’d ended up back together, and now Dean had a family. John treasured moments with his family and seeing Dean with Lisa reminded him of the love he’d shared with his sweet Mary before she’d…
John pulled out of the hug eventually and sighed, “I guess I gotta go deal with the kid.” He mumbled, dejectedly, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face in his typical motion. When he was greeted by silence, he looked up at his son and was shocked by the fierce scowl he saw there. “No.”
“No?”
“No.” Sam confirmed. “If that brat is stupid enough to steal and get in a fight with the town bully, then leave the wee shit in his room for a while. Let him think about his behaviour. Dean would. Or better yet, let me go deal with it? I’d destroy him.”
“Samuel Winchester! Don’t you dare say that about your nephew! He made a damn stupid choice, yes, but he ain’t no shit and you sure as heck ain’t gonna ‘destroy him’. If I hear that come out your mouth ever again I’m gonna have plenty to say with more than my mouth. Right?”
“Fine.” Sam huffed, turning on his heel and heading to his room. John groaned, before making his way wearily up the stairs. He arrived outside Ben’s room and once more dragged his hand across his face before knocking once and walking into the room quietly, taking a seat in the desk chair of the guest room. “Hey, kid.” He said softly, noting with an inward sigh that the kid had been crying judging by the red blotches on his cheeks alongside the big, glassy eyes and trembling lip. Ben was clutching his teddy bear and looking down. “You wanna tell me why the security guy in the store had to ask me to go to the front of the store and collect you after you got caught stealing?”
“I’m sorry! I just… I wanted snow balls!” Ben whined tearfully with a pout, reminding John of a young Sam at that age.
“That’s no excuse, Ben. Stealing is not okay, especially not for some sweets or something you want but don’t need. If you’d asked me, I would have bought you a bag of those sweets ‘cause it was our first sleepover and I wanted to treat you. Now, I think I know what your Daddy’d do; same thing I’d have done to him. C’mere, buddy.” John snagged Ben’s arm and pulled his jeans to mid thigh, laying the brief clad child over his lap and spanking him. He spanked the kid’s backside and thighs for about five minutes because of the severity of the offence until he could see bright red at the tops of Ben’s thighs peeking out from the edge of the kid’s underwear. He paused to address the kid when he heard Ben wailing for his Grampa to stop cause he was sorry, reminding him not to steal and adding a promise of what’d happen if it happened again, before landing four sharp, heavy swats to the eight year old’s backside and letting him up; holding him firm against his solid chest as Ben wailed apologies through his tears. John murmured a soft, quiet litany as he rocked the little boy in his arms, holding his bottom off his lap. After another ten minutes of John rubbing the boy’s back softly, John leaned Ben back to look him in the eye, “No more testing me, okay? I’m sterner than your daddy ‘cause I taught him everythin’ he knows, kid. You test me; you pretty much are guaranteeing this is what’ll happen. We clear?” He asked gently yet firmly. At Ben’s quick nod, John grinned, “Right then; let’s get back to a good weekend! First off, I want you to grab a quick nap while I talk to Uncle Sammy about some stuff, but then if you want I’ll teach you how to cook steaks on the grill and we’ll have a real man’s night. How’s that sound?”
John felt his heart swell at Ben’s wide, excited grin and stood up, placing Ben on his feet. He then pulled the comforter back and pointed, “in”, nodding affirmatively when Ben hopped into bed on his stomach.
John kissed his forehead before leaving the room and went down to Sam’s room. He strolled in and saw his college boy laying stomach down on his bed, walkman plugged in as he read his book. John walked straight over and laid ten blistering swats to Sam’s backside. Sam jumped up with his injured puppy look on his face in full force and John merely raised an eyebrow, “I better not see that attitude again young man or you can rest assured I’ll take you over my knee to adjust it. I love you, Samuel, and I do what I do for your benefit. So you can just stop testing the water ‘cause I still ain’t goin’ anywhere and I sure as hell ain’t getting soft in my old age. We understand each other?”
“OWWW!” Sam pouted, rubbing his backside and nodding, “Yessir! ‘m sorry!” John once more pulled his son into a tight hug, smiling as Sam curled his head into his shoulder, getting rid of most of their height difference. After a few moments John broke the silence, “Hey, fancy helping me get some food ready for tonight? I was thinking we could make some ice cream, but you’re the expert on these things…” Sam grinned and John took this as a yes, returning the grin before leading them out the room into the kitchen.
Forty minutes later, a bleary eyed Ben appeared yawning, and John hugged him, asking him if he’d slept well. His grandpa ruffled his hair before leading him outside to start the grill up and teach Ben how it worked so he could one day help his daddy cook food for the family. Sam joined them with soft drinks soon after and the Grandfather and Uncle smiled as the kid flourished under their positive attention. It was an exhausting day for the Winchester trio and Ben slept in the next day until nearly eleven. When he got up, John had made a whole tonne (at least, Ben thought it was a tonne…) of pancakes with syrup and berry’s and chocolate, and as they were eating they heard the familiar sound of Dean’s car pull up and Ben grinned before freezing as he remember his Dad’s promise that a sore butt at Grampa’s meant a sore butt at home (maybe even with the dreaded wooden spoon!!) Ben looked at his granddad with wide, fearful eyes when Dean and Lisa came in the back porch door at the kitchen and Ben tried to focus casually on eating his pancakes when Dean asked the dreaded question.
“So Dad, how did the little guy behave?” Dean asked, eyeing his son apprehensively.
John smirked at his son, “Oh, you know… He was my little star, Dean. Just like you, son. Just like you.”
Author: Remisfriend26
Pairings: John Winchester, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Ben Braeden Winchester(8), Lisa Braeden Winchester (mentioned.)
Scenario: wee!chester?
Plot: Granddaddy John gets to look after his grandson for his first sleepover but Ben decided to test the waters, as does Sam and John answers back with a firm hand (sorry, my summaries suck...)
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING- all belongs to EK and team! :)
Warning: Contains spanking of child and of young adult.
Author's Note: Sorry to those I haven't replied to and for not commenting on things, I've been literally uploading before logging off to do other jobs... I'll try catch up again soon! This is my first ever Ben fic so I hope it's okay... Enjoy! (I hope!!)
“Benjamin, get you’re a…butt up to your room and stay there, young man. I’ll be up later to talk to you. Go!” John Winchester growled at his eight year old grandson as he shut the door to his house with a thud. Ben’s eyes were wide but he remained passively defiant, rooted to the spot. “Ben…” John warned with arms crossed. When the child didn’t move after John had mentally counted to three, he grabbed his arm and landed three swats to his backside, turning him towards the stairs. “Now.” Ben scampered upstairs out of sight and John heard the bedroom door slam so hard he could have sworn it shook; and the urge to storm up the stairs and that boy’s sorry (or not so sorry!) ass was so overwhelming that John had to stop and count to ten - four times.
As he attempted to calm down, Sammy made an appearance with a book in his hand, frowning at his father. “Daaad! Do you gotta be so damn loud?! I’m trying to read here and you-”
“Not now, Sam. Not. Fuckin’. Now. That brat of a nephew tried to fuckin’ steal damn sweets for the sake of it today and I gotta deal with him while your damn brother and Lisa are outta’ town. So don’t give me that shit now or I will bust your ass. You got me?” John rumbled, his frustration evident in his every move, down to the raised eyebrow as he finished.
Sam visibly gulped, “Sure Dad, I’ll just go and, uh, get my walkman… Uh, I’m… I’m sorry.” The boy went to leave looking like a wounded puppy and John stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder.
“Aw hell, Sam. I’m sorry. I’m just… So frustrated with him. It was his first sleepover and I was gonna do a barbeque tonight and then we could watch films or have a campfire and have fun, like old times when I’d just returned from hunts. And instead I got smack his sorry little butt cause went into town and tried to steal some pack of damn sweets that I woulda’ bought him as a treat.” John paused and looked Sammy in the eye, “Dad loves you, kid.” He murmured, pulling the student into a firm hug and breathing a sigh of relief as Sammy threw his arms around his dad, holding on tight.
John and Sam had had some real rough times when Sammy was a teenager. His youngest son had, understandably resented John’s hunter lifestyle that inadvertently affected them with the constant moves and John being gone for days and sometimes weeks at a time. The kid had particularly hated having to move school all the time; he’d always been a real smart kid- though you couldn’t tell that from how often the kid ended up grounded to his room or getting his tail end busted by his father! But a couple of years ago after John had nearly died, once he’d faced Sam’s wrath for near leaving him and had dealt with the fireworks, they’d seen past their differences. Sammy finally understood that John loved him and wanted to keep him safe, and John finally understood why Sammy wanted some security. And then, Jon had decided they’d settle down so Sammy could graduate school and do college without being uprooted. Dean had found out he’d got Lisa pregnant and they’d ended up back together, and now Dean had a family. John treasured moments with his family and seeing Dean with Lisa reminded him of the love he’d shared with his sweet Mary before she’d…
John pulled out of the hug eventually and sighed, “I guess I gotta go deal with the kid.” He mumbled, dejectedly, rubbing a hand tiredly over his face in his typical motion. When he was greeted by silence, he looked up at his son and was shocked by the fierce scowl he saw there. “No.”
“No?”
“No.” Sam confirmed. “If that brat is stupid enough to steal and get in a fight with the town bully, then leave the wee shit in his room for a while. Let him think about his behaviour. Dean would. Or better yet, let me go deal with it? I’d destroy him.”
“Samuel Winchester! Don’t you dare say that about your nephew! He made a damn stupid choice, yes, but he ain’t no shit and you sure as heck ain’t gonna ‘destroy him’. If I hear that come out your mouth ever again I’m gonna have plenty to say with more than my mouth. Right?”
“Fine.” Sam huffed, turning on his heel and heading to his room. John groaned, before making his way wearily up the stairs. He arrived outside Ben’s room and once more dragged his hand across his face before knocking once and walking into the room quietly, taking a seat in the desk chair of the guest room. “Hey, kid.” He said softly, noting with an inward sigh that the kid had been crying judging by the red blotches on his cheeks alongside the big, glassy eyes and trembling lip. Ben was clutching his teddy bear and looking down. “You wanna tell me why the security guy in the store had to ask me to go to the front of the store and collect you after you got caught stealing?”
“I’m sorry! I just… I wanted snow balls!” Ben whined tearfully with a pout, reminding John of a young Sam at that age.
“That’s no excuse, Ben. Stealing is not okay, especially not for some sweets or something you want but don’t need. If you’d asked me, I would have bought you a bag of those sweets ‘cause it was our first sleepover and I wanted to treat you. Now, I think I know what your Daddy’d do; same thing I’d have done to him. C’mere, buddy.” John snagged Ben’s arm and pulled his jeans to mid thigh, laying the brief clad child over his lap and spanking him. He spanked the kid’s backside and thighs for about five minutes because of the severity of the offence until he could see bright red at the tops of Ben’s thighs peeking out from the edge of the kid’s underwear. He paused to address the kid when he heard Ben wailing for his Grampa to stop cause he was sorry, reminding him not to steal and adding a promise of what’d happen if it happened again, before landing four sharp, heavy swats to the eight year old’s backside and letting him up; holding him firm against his solid chest as Ben wailed apologies through his tears. John murmured a soft, quiet litany as he rocked the little boy in his arms, holding his bottom off his lap. After another ten minutes of John rubbing the boy’s back softly, John leaned Ben back to look him in the eye, “No more testing me, okay? I’m sterner than your daddy ‘cause I taught him everythin’ he knows, kid. You test me; you pretty much are guaranteeing this is what’ll happen. We clear?” He asked gently yet firmly. At Ben’s quick nod, John grinned, “Right then; let’s get back to a good weekend! First off, I want you to grab a quick nap while I talk to Uncle Sammy about some stuff, but then if you want I’ll teach you how to cook steaks on the grill and we’ll have a real man’s night. How’s that sound?”
John felt his heart swell at Ben’s wide, excited grin and stood up, placing Ben on his feet. He then pulled the comforter back and pointed, “in”, nodding affirmatively when Ben hopped into bed on his stomach.
John kissed his forehead before leaving the room and went down to Sam’s room. He strolled in and saw his college boy laying stomach down on his bed, walkman plugged in as he read his book. John walked straight over and laid ten blistering swats to Sam’s backside. Sam jumped up with his injured puppy look on his face in full force and John merely raised an eyebrow, “I better not see that attitude again young man or you can rest assured I’ll take you over my knee to adjust it. I love you, Samuel, and I do what I do for your benefit. So you can just stop testing the water ‘cause I still ain’t goin’ anywhere and I sure as hell ain’t getting soft in my old age. We understand each other?”
“OWWW!” Sam pouted, rubbing his backside and nodding, “Yessir! ‘m sorry!” John once more pulled his son into a tight hug, smiling as Sam curled his head into his shoulder, getting rid of most of their height difference. After a few moments John broke the silence, “Hey, fancy helping me get some food ready for tonight? I was thinking we could make some ice cream, but you’re the expert on these things…” Sam grinned and John took this as a yes, returning the grin before leading them out the room into the kitchen.
Forty minutes later, a bleary eyed Ben appeared yawning, and John hugged him, asking him if he’d slept well. His grandpa ruffled his hair before leading him outside to start the grill up and teach Ben how it worked so he could one day help his daddy cook food for the family. Sam joined them with soft drinks soon after and the Grandfather and Uncle smiled as the kid flourished under their positive attention. It was an exhausting day for the Winchester trio and Ben slept in the next day until nearly eleven. When he got up, John had made a whole tonne (at least, Ben thought it was a tonne…) of pancakes with syrup and berry’s and chocolate, and as they were eating they heard the familiar sound of Dean’s car pull up and Ben grinned before freezing as he remember his Dad’s promise that a sore butt at Grampa’s meant a sore butt at home (maybe even with the dreaded wooden spoon!!) Ben looked at his granddad with wide, fearful eyes when Dean and Lisa came in the back porch door at the kitchen and Ben tried to focus casually on eating his pancakes when Dean asked the dreaded question.
“So Dad, how did the little guy behave?” Dean asked, eyeing his son apprehensively.
John smirked at his son, “Oh, you know… He was my little star, Dean. Just like you, son. Just like you.”