Daddy's work ain't no excuse.
Title: Daddy’s work ain’t no escape.
Pairings: John, Mary, Bobby (mentioned), Dean (16, nearly 17), Sammy (12)
Plot: John gets called away on a business trip for his and Bobby’s garage and Mary ends up struggling when trouble ensues at home mid trip.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all belongs to Eric Kripke and team :)
Warning: Contains spanking(s) -not in this part.
Author’s Note: Part two to follow (I’m too tired to keep typing just now, Lololololol!) Hope it’s okay, been playing around with it in my mind for a few days so thought I’d give it a bash. Ps, still looking for prompts if anyone has any - PM me please! Running out of ideas and fast!!
Anyway, enjoy!
Mary Winchester tucked a strand of her honey blond hair behind her ear as she made her way into the bedroom she shared with her husband of 23 years, John Winchester, smiling indulgently as the man she loved glared at the mirror, looking blankly at the tie in his hand. John was being sent to Chicago on a business trip for the garage that he and Bobby Singer, a family friend of theirs, owned alongside one another. The trip, starting today, would last all week, with John hoping to secure some cars to sell and to buy some new tools and equipment for the garage that they’d recently upgraded the land of as part of a big revamping after a grant from the government. John had agreed to go, even though he couldn’t stand the business man lifestyle, and usually left these things to Bobby. Sadly, Bobby couldn’t make it for the week as he had family commitments after work on Wednesday night as it was his cousins’ wedding anniversary and they were going out to celebrate. So John had balefully agreed to go along, trying not to show his disappointment at having to spend a week away from his family.
The wife couldn’t help but fix her husband with an indulgent smile as he struggled with the dress time, mumbling a steady stream of curses when it continued to elude him how to knot it. “Here, honey. Let me get that for you…” She murmured; crossing over to him with a fond smile.
“I just don’t get the point in these damn things - so much nonsense…” He sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. Mary giggled as she threaded the Windsor knot around his neck, turning his shirt collar down as she pulled the knot up to sit at his neck.
“There, you look wonderful. As always. Mwah!” She planted an overly dramatic kiss on his cheek before giving him a hug. “I’ll miss you this week…” Her husband sighed, kissing her silky locks.
“I’ll miss you too… I’ll go wake the boys up, hey?” He smiled at her, that devilish smile that made her insides flip around and curl up, making a soft glow rise on her cheeks as she nodded with a soft grin. “Good luck with that.” She teased, giving him a light shove towards the landing at their sons’ bedrooms.
She watched as her tall, lean husband made his way to their eldest’s room, knowing it’d take longer to get Dean up. Ever since he’d passed his driving test, Dean had taken to staying out increasingly late with the car and until recently John had imposed strict guidelines on car use and curfews that would have made his own strict father, Henry, real proud. Though he was now hitting curfew perfectly, he was still sleeping like a lead rock in the mornings, much to John’s frustration and Mary’s amusement. Glad she wasn’t left with the difficult task; Mary decided to make her move downstairs to check on the waffles she was making for the men of the house as a special treat. With that in mine she made her way downstairs humming along to herself.
“Hey Deano,” John nudged his nigh on seventeen year old son to wake him up, smirking as the boy groaned and rolled over. “Dean, come on… You gotta get up for school, buddy.” Silence. “Dean? Dean Winchester, you have ten minutes to get out that bed, or I’ll be draggin’ you out it.” John warned his son with a chuckle at the boy’s accompanying groan. With that, he went in search of his youngest.
“Morning, Sammy!” He woke the boy up cheerfully, ruffling his floppy bangs out of his eyes with a fond smile to the twelve year old. “Time to get up and ready for school, Tiger. Did you sleep well?” He sat down on the edge of Sammy’s bed as he woke the preteen from his slumber, smiling as Sammy groaned in the same manner as Dean had; blinking bleary eyed as his gaze found his father’s and he nodded around a huge yawn before his eyes flickered open and his gaze found his father’s much more solidly. John watched in wonder as Sam’s gaze quickly turned to a glare with the biggest pout the father of two had seen in years, leaving the ex marine beyond confused. “Sammy?” He questioned his son’s accusing look. “Hey, buddy? What’s going on?” John tried to hug his son who crossed his arms and resisted before shocking his confused Dad more.
“You’re not going.”
“Excuse me?”
“You ain’t going on your trip ‘cause I don’t want you to…” Sammy explained, looking at John like he was stupid. John bit back a sigh - they’d discussed this before many times since John had explained he’d be away with work for a week. “Samuel, we’ve discussed this before. I need to go on this trip, and I’ll be back soon. Now, you need to fix your attitude about this - I expect you to behave for your Mom while I’m away. The rules still apply, and if you break them the consequences stand. I’ll phone you every night as well, how’s that?” Sammy looked doubtful for a minute before looking up at his dad with wide eyes.
“You promise?” He asked uncertainly, “I just… I don’t want you to go.” The brown haired child practically whined, hugging his dad with a frown.
“I promise, buddy. Now, come on; if you don’t get up soon you’ll be late and we can’t have that. Waffles for breakfast today…” He winked and grinned as the kid’s eyes lit up and he scrambled out of bed. While his son went to the bathroom, John returned to his eldest’s room. “Dean! Come on! I told you it was time to get up, kid…” He pulled Dean’s duvet back, landing three swats to the kids’ backside to wake him up, sighing when he got his desired response as Dean jumped up with a glare.
“What the hell, Dad?! I’m up… you can’t just do that!” The teen whined, rubbing his butt as he yawned.
John smirked, “Whatever. I just did. Come on, get ready. If you’re not ready by twenty to nine, I will bust you ass. We clear? Good.” He smiled, “See you downstairs, bud.”
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It was Wednesday morning and John Winchester was once more staring blankly at his hotel room mirror, trying to remember how to tie up this damn confangled tie! If only Mary was here, he mused. She’d set him right. After another five minutes, John threw his hands up in frustration. “Damn impossible material!” He muttered, grabbing up the hotel phone and dialling home, “Mary Winchester. How can I help?”
“Hey, Mair.”
“John! Honey! How are you?! We miss you so much! I thought you were at a gala day?”
“I am. Well, meant to be… I can’t get this damn tie done up again…”
He listened to Mary’s gentle explanations as she talked him through the method for tying ties, and he once more told himself he’d learn how to do it himself for times like this when Mary wasn’t around to save his ass. “Thanks, honey. How are the boys?”
“Dean’s doing great. He’s really stepped up while you’ve been gone and is doing a great job being the man of the house and helping me with all the little jobs. He’s helping me get Sammy ready in the morning, and he even picked up the shopping for me yesterday. Sammy’s… struggling a bit. He misses you a lot. He’s doing okay though, aside from a few wobbly moments where his attitude got the better of him. We’ll be just fine though. How are you getting on?”
John noticed that his wife sounded tired; more tired than he could ever remember hearing her aside from when she’d just given birth to their two bundles of joy. He didn’t think on it too much though, assuming that it was just the added stress of having to deal with everything herself. After fifteen more minutes of chatting and catching up, the couple said their goodbyes and hung up, each going to face their respective days; not knowing quite what to expect while apart.
-To be continued! (It’s late here and I really need to get some sleep! I’ll try update tomorrow, promise!) It also won’t quite be what you’re expecting probably, haha!