Daddy's work ain't no excuse, finnito.
Title: Daddy’s work ain’t no excuse.
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)
Author’s Note: This is the full (3ish?) parts of this story. Unfortunately (and down to my own ditsy-ness), I will be unable to post on the spn comm. Page where I have previously been posting as there was a miscommunication cause I swear my brain doesn’t work properly and so, I will be only posting here until June when my birthday allows my return (I hope.) Anyone who’s been reading my fics there;please read here and anyone who knows anyone who reads them, feel free to let them know as I can’t. Thanks!
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.
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Dean made his way downstairs towards the kitchen to ask his mom if he could go round to his friend Mark’s house to play on the boy’s new Sega games console for a while. He was confused to arrive in the room to the sight of his mom washing the pots from dinner. “Hey, Mom.”
She turned to smile at him, “Oh, hey honey.”
“Why are you doing the pots? I thought that was Sammy’s job tonight after his not doing his chores this week while Dad’s gone?”
“Yeah, well…” She sighed. “He went out. I told him he had to do them and his other chores before he went out to play with his friends, but he didn’t listen. He stormed out and grabbed his bike and was gone before I could say anything. I’ll be having words with him when he gets home, which better be within the bounds of his curfew tonight cause he’s got school tomorrow.”
“What? That… brat!” Dean growled, very much like his father sounded when annoyed, before relenting after a moment. “Hey, do you want me to do that for you? I was gonna go round to Mark’s to play games and spend time with the guys but I don’t mind doing this first.”
Mary leaned back towards her son while continuing with the washing up, and Dean took a few steps towards her to give her a hug, grinning with a blush as she kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve been sticking to the rules and doing what you’re told. Just make sure you’re home by your curfew. Is all your homework done?”
Dean nodded and then stopped, shaking his head as he remembered an essay he had for history. “No. Aw man! I forgot I had an essay to do… I’ll do that first and see how much time I have. Love you!” Dean dashed upstairs and his mom felt an overwhelming pride at her son’s honesty. At least one boy was doing what he was told. She sighed; she hadn’t expected it to be Dean who was so helpful for her throughout the week of John’s trip. She heard the sounds of Bon Jovi drifting down the stairs and she shook her head with a smile. That would be Dean’s essay started then. She finished in the kitchen and went through to the living room to read, sitting in the big rocking chair that had been her Grandmother’s.
Mary opened her eyes with a yawn. She must have dosed off to the sounds of Bon Jovi and slept through the phone call from John cause he’d been phoning at the same time every night this week and the clock read forty minutes after that time. It was half nine and Sam still wasn’t home yet, and the mother was far from impressed. It looked like he was heading the right way towards getting himself grounded at this rate. She went to make herself a cup of team, noting silently that Dean’s music had gone on to AC/DC, leading her to wonder just how his essay was going. She’d have to go up and check on him soon, knowing what his attention span was (or wasn’t as the case may be…)
She was brought of her musings in the kitchen as Sam entered the house through the screen door in the kitchen; his cheeks rosy and his hair windswept. “Samuel Winchester, just where do you think you’ve been? It’s half past nine, you’re curfew was at nine!”
“Aw come on, Mom… I’m only half an hour late… Besides, I was out.”
“Samuel. I don’t care whether your five minutes late or fifteen minutes late. The fact still stands that you broke your curfew - a curfew which is there for your own safety and protection! You are twelve years old, and your attitude this week has been outrageous. Do you really think your father would accept this back chat and rule breaking?”
“Whatever, Mom. Dad’s not here so it don’t matter…” Sam made his way to the fridge and the milk carton out, drinking straight from the carton which all the men in the family knew Mary loathed.
“Sam! Where are your manners?! Get a cup, for goodness sake!” She exclaimed, frustrated. “Other people have to drink from that carton.”
“My God, mom. Get over it, already! You’re so fucking annoyi- Ahhhhh!”
Dean had, amazingly in Mary’s mind, heard his little brother’s disrespectful tone towards their mom as he came downstairs for a snack, and had rushed down to curb his brother’s mean words. If there was one thing that John Winchester had taught his sons, it was that you never ever disrespecting a lady; especially not Mom. With that in mind, Dean had stormed downstairs, feeling something click in him as he heard his brother swearing at their shocked Mother. He grabbed a hold of the twelve year old’s arm before his sentence was even finished and pushed him so he was leaning over the table, swatting him hard. Sammy let out a yelp as his jeans fell to his knees at the hands of his brother, and suddenly the swats became all the more noticeable.
Mary could do nothing as she stood watching the scene before her in shock, watching as Dean delivered spank upon crisp spank to his little brother’s backside and ignoring his brother’s whine and yells of protest. “Owww, fuck! Deeeaaan! OW! Sto---oohp!” He whined, trying to squirm away from his brother’s punishing hand; quickly finding out it was futile since his brother had grown muscle in the last few months and was now on the football team, as well as trying some basketball and going running with friends. Sammy couldn’t help but wonder whether his butt hurt as much from Dean’s spanking as Dad’s. No way… Not possible! But it hurt! And he vaguely heard himself, shouting out a screeched, tantrum-filled, “I haaate youu! Lemme go-oh-oh-ohh!” Dean kept slapping the round backside before him for a few more moments until he heard Sammy sniffling and saw his brother’s shoulders slump in wake of the tears he had given into moments before. He peeled back his brother’s briefs slightly - why did Sammy even still wear briefs? Boxers were way better-. He winced at the fire engine red colour of his brother’s butt before shaking his head. Good. Served the damn brat right for being so immature and bratty…
“Sam, it’s past your bedtime. Go on up and get ready.” Dean instructed quietly, feeling a twinge of guilt when Sammy’s huge chocolate brown eyes filled with tears before the boy scampered upstairs and slammed his door.
Dean turned to his mom as soon as Sammy had left the room, “Mom, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to undermine you but I heard him disrespecting you and I just…” He trailed off, unsure what else to say to explain how sorry he felt.
Mary sighed and tilted his chin to look at her, “Hey now, calm down… It’s okay, Dean. It’s okay. You did exactly what your Daddy would have done if he’d said that to me when Dad was home. I appreciate what you did; he wasn’t listening to me and he was just gonna get nastier before I got control of the situation. I’m really proud of you, Dean, you’ve been so grown up this week and you’ve made the whole week so much easier for me. Okay?”
Dean smiled at his mom, his piercing green eyes bright at the praise he’d been given. She continued, “I also think it’s up to you to deal with the rest of this now you’ve started. We won’t tell Dad, so long as Sammy starts behaving better, mm?” At Dean’s nod she smiled. “Okay then. Now, did you finish your essays for tomorrow yet?”
Dean’s smile turned to a frown, eyes wide and pale. “…Uh. Well, you see…”
“Dean, did you finish them?” Silence. “How much have you actually done?”
“Uh, maybe… Maybe half? Or something… I was doing it honest! I just… I got a bit distracted on my guitar and… Sorry mom.”
She sighed, “You were doing so good as well, buddy. Okay, you know how this works… Your Dad’s not here so I guess it’s down to me.” The teen nodded and leaned across the table, his boot-cut Levi’s sitting mid thigh as his Mom collected a wooden spoon from the drawer. He grit his teeth as she landed 32 smacks, mainly to his sit spots before setting the spoon on the table and fixing his jeans, pulling him up into a hug. “Homework comes first, Dean. In fact, your guitar stays in mine and Dad’s room until Dad gets back, understand? I don’t want you getting distracted again.”
Dean struggled not to break into protest at his mother’s decree, and she found herself proud of his restraint. “It’s only two days, sweetie. And maybe there’ll be a jail break for good behaviour, hmm? I’m really proud of you Dean, your behaviour’s been so mature and sensible this week and you’ve done Dad so proud. I love you, sweetheart.”
Dean nodded before heading upstairs to talk to his little brother who he knew would still be feeling emotional from getting spanked. He knocked on the door, entering his baby brother’s room to his find his little brother standing in his room still fully dressed, sniffling. “Sammy, I thought I said you were to get ready for bed. Come on, go get your teeth cleaned and get changed.”
Sammy glared at his brother, “Get out! I hate you! You’re my brother, you’re meant to be kind and back me up!”
Dean returned his brother’s glare twofold, “Yeah? And you’re meant to respect Mom and act your age. You hurt her feelings, Sam, what did you expect me to do? Now, quit the tantrums and get ready for bed.”
Sam remained defiant; waiting a moment before muttering something he didn’t think his brother would hear, “Fuck you, Dean.” Unfortunately for him, his voice was kind of whiney and high pitched and Dean pounced on his brother, dragging him to the bed and over his lap. He yanked his brother’s jeans down and started landing heavy swats to his backside, trying to ignore his brother’s squeals of protest. “You don’t ever talk to your elders like that, Sammy! Would you say that to Dad? No. So don’t say it to anyone else!! You’ve been such a jerk this week. You’ve totally disobeyed Mom. You’ve broken your curfew every night this week. You’re not doing your chores. And you’re being cheeky like a five year old. But it stops now, little brother.” Dean began swatting again. “You’re gonna start respecting mom like dad taught us to, or I’m gonna spank you again. You get me?”
“Oww! Ow! Ahhhh! Yesss! Yes, sir! Pleaaaase, Deeee!” Sammy burst into tears and Dean landed a few more swats before stopping. He rubbed his brother’s back after checking his backside was okay. Cherry engine red this time, but still exactly what bratty pre-teens deserved their bottoms to look like… “There, there… I’m all done. You’re just fine, buddy. Just tired…” Dean helped his brother to stand and helped his brother into his pajamas, seeing that Sammy was looking more than a little lost. “There.” Dean ruffled his brother’s hair before pulling him into a bear hug. “One other thing? Tomorrow, you ain’t going out to play. You go to bed when I tell you to go to bed or we repeat this. And, you’re gonna do your chores to perfection from now on, okay?” Dean accepted Sammy’s slight nod, feeling his protective instinct kick in as he helped his brother lay on his stomach and continued rubbing his back soothingly until the twelve year old was asleep. He then returned to his room and sat down to finish his essay, trying to ignore the dull throb in his own ass. He hated spankings, and history. Why couldn’t his essay be on damn pizza so all this could be avoided? He sighed.
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“Hey Mary.”
Mary sighed in relief at the sound of her husband’s voice. It was Thursday evening, and Mary was beyond ready for her husband’s imminent return. “John. Hey. How are you? How long till you’re home? We’re missing you so much, honey.”
John smiled at his wife’s sentiment. “I’m doing okay thanks, ready to come home. It’s been a long week and I’ve had some tough deals to draw a close to and spin in my favour. But I think we’ve gotten some good deals and that we’ll be able to kit the garage out pretty good by the looks of things. How about you guys?”
“Well, it’s been a long week… We’re plodding on though. Dean’s got a basketball match tomorrow after school, I think so we’ll maybe go along to that. Sammy’s been really missing you a lot, I think. Dean too, but he’s coping better. Sam struggled with his chores a bit the last couple of days, but it seems okay now. It’s just so tiring not having you here to get the boys to bed or to get them up for school, and I don’t have someone to fire up the barbeque at the moment. It’s weird… When will you be back?”
John smiled, “Good to know I’m missed for the important things…” He teased. “I think I’ll be home by Saturday afternoon at the latest, I can’t wait to see you again! Is Sammy there? I promised I’d phone up and chat to him while I was away…”
Mary groaned. She’d been hoping this wouldn’t happen, knowing that Dean had made his baby brother go to bed at eight and it was now half nine so Sammy’d be asleep. She hadn’t expected Dean to take such a… prominent adult role in his brother’s life: the boys were incredibly close, and usually if one was causing trouble there’d be an issue with both because they’d protect each other to the end. It often drove John insane having to dish out additional swats or reprimand to the child who shouldn’t be in trouble, but it also made both parents overwhelmingly proud. They’d told Dean right from the point where Mary had discovered she was pregnant with Sammy that he needed to protect his little brother and look after him and keep him safe, cause that was something that big brothers did. And, of course, Dean had taken to this task on with great pride. “He’s actually kind of in bed, sorry honey…”
“In bed?”
“Yes, bed.”
“Is he okay? What’s wrong with him?”
Mary winced inwardly once more. “He’s just had a long couple of days.”
John sighed, “Okay. Well, I’d better go if Dean’s out at practice too. A few of us are going out for some beer tonight, so I’d better get ready. Tell Sammy I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Love you, hon.”
Mary smiled, “Love you too. Have fun tonight!”
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Sammy stood in the kitchen drying the dishes from dinner while his Mom pottered about in the garden and his brother mowed the lawn. The evening sunshine was shining through the kitchen window, and Sam was starting to wish he could have gone out there to join them, but he was playing it safe after Dean spanking him yesterday. His butt still hurt from the spanking yesterday, and he dejectedly picked up the last of the crockery to dry it and as he placed the last plate away he heard the familiar sound of his dad’s pickup truck pulling into the driveway. “Dad!!” He shouted, excitedly, rushing in the direction of the front door. John appeared in the doorway, duffel in hand, and Sam grinned as he threw himself at his dad. He began chattering animatedly to his father, glad to have his wise, immovable presence back. Dean appeared a few moments later. “Sammy, you need to go get ready for bed buddy.”
Sam turned to his brother, indignant, “Screw you, Dean! Dad’s only just got home!”
“Sam! Bed, now. I’m not gonna warn you again not to push it.”
Sam glared at his brother a moment longer before hugging John once more and trudging upstairs looking baleful. John watched the confrontation, bewildered, before turning to Dean. “What on earth?”
Dean sighed, before explaining to his Dad everything that had happened the day before and the events that had led up to the older boy spanking his little brother. When he was done, John dragged a tired hand over his face, muttering a “Give me those damn ties any day…” before heading up to find Sam. He wanted a family night tonight; watching films and chilling out. He couldn’t wait to feel Sam’s comfortable weight cuddling against him as they watched Star Wars and Sammy explained why the physics of it was all wrong. And instead he had to speak to his unruly child? No… They were going to have their movie night.
Sam entered his bedroom with his hair wet from the shower he’d taken and was surprised to find his dad sitting on his bed. “Sammy, I heard about this weekend. What did I say to you right before I left? I’m pretty disappointed in your behaviour while I was gone. However, your brother already dealt with your cheek last night. With that in mind, I’m merely going to say this: you’re grounded for the next week so I can keep an eye on you. A side consequence of this is you’ll have to spend the time with me. Starting tonight, we’re all having a movie night; come on.” He explained to his son, grinning at his son’s immediate cheering up as he ruffled his hair and pulled him into a big hug. And with that, both Winchester men made their way downstairs; John’s arm around Sammy’s shoulder. Dad was home.
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)
Author’s Note: This is the full (3ish?) parts of this story. Unfortunately (and down to my own ditsy-ness), I will be unable to post on the spn comm. Page where I have previously been posting as there was a miscommunication cause I swear my brain doesn’t work properly and so, I will be only posting here until June when my birthday allows my return (I hope.) Anyone who’s been reading my fics there;please read here and anyone who knows anyone who reads them, feel free to let them know as I can’t. Thanks!
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.
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Dean made his way downstairs towards the kitchen to ask his mom if he could go round to his friend Mark’s house to play on the boy’s new Sega games console for a while. He was confused to arrive in the room to the sight of his mom washing the pots from dinner. “Hey, Mom.”
She turned to smile at him, “Oh, hey honey.”
“Why are you doing the pots? I thought that was Sammy’s job tonight after his not doing his chores this week while Dad’s gone?”
“Yeah, well…” She sighed. “He went out. I told him he had to do them and his other chores before he went out to play with his friends, but he didn’t listen. He stormed out and grabbed his bike and was gone before I could say anything. I’ll be having words with him when he gets home, which better be within the bounds of his curfew tonight cause he’s got school tomorrow.”
“What? That… brat!” Dean growled, very much like his father sounded when annoyed, before relenting after a moment. “Hey, do you want me to do that for you? I was gonna go round to Mark’s to play games and spend time with the guys but I don’t mind doing this first.”
Mary leaned back towards her son while continuing with the washing up, and Dean took a few steps towards her to give her a hug, grinning with a blush as she kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve been sticking to the rules and doing what you’re told. Just make sure you’re home by your curfew. Is all your homework done?”
Dean nodded and then stopped, shaking his head as he remembered an essay he had for history. “No. Aw man! I forgot I had an essay to do… I’ll do that first and see how much time I have. Love you!” Dean dashed upstairs and his mom felt an overwhelming pride at her son’s honesty. At least one boy was doing what he was told. She sighed; she hadn’t expected it to be Dean who was so helpful for her throughout the week of John’s trip. She heard the sounds of Bon Jovi drifting down the stairs and she shook her head with a smile. That would be Dean’s essay started then. She finished in the kitchen and went through to the living room to read, sitting in the big rocking chair that had been her Grandmother’s.
Mary opened her eyes with a yawn. She must have dosed off to the sounds of Bon Jovi and slept through the phone call from John cause he’d been phoning at the same time every night this week and the clock read forty minutes after that time. It was half nine and Sam still wasn’t home yet, and the mother was far from impressed. It looked like he was heading the right way towards getting himself grounded at this rate. She went to make herself a cup of team, noting silently that Dean’s music had gone on to AC/DC, leading her to wonder just how his essay was going. She’d have to go up and check on him soon, knowing what his attention span was (or wasn’t as the case may be…)
She was brought of her musings in the kitchen as Sam entered the house through the screen door in the kitchen; his cheeks rosy and his hair windswept. “Samuel Winchester, just where do you think you’ve been? It’s half past nine, you’re curfew was at nine!”
“Aw come on, Mom… I’m only half an hour late… Besides, I was out.”
“Samuel. I don’t care whether your five minutes late or fifteen minutes late. The fact still stands that you broke your curfew - a curfew which is there for your own safety and protection! You are twelve years old, and your attitude this week has been outrageous. Do you really think your father would accept this back chat and rule breaking?”
“Whatever, Mom. Dad’s not here so it don’t matter…” Sam made his way to the fridge and the milk carton out, drinking straight from the carton which all the men in the family knew Mary loathed.
“Sam! Where are your manners?! Get a cup, for goodness sake!” She exclaimed, frustrated. “Other people have to drink from that carton.”
“My God, mom. Get over it, already! You’re so fucking annoyi- Ahhhhh!”
Dean had, amazingly in Mary’s mind, heard his little brother’s disrespectful tone towards their mom as he came downstairs for a snack, and had rushed down to curb his brother’s mean words. If there was one thing that John Winchester had taught his sons, it was that you never ever disrespecting a lady; especially not Mom. With that in mind, Dean had stormed downstairs, feeling something click in him as he heard his brother swearing at their shocked Mother. He grabbed a hold of the twelve year old’s arm before his sentence was even finished and pushed him so he was leaning over the table, swatting him hard. Sammy let out a yelp as his jeans fell to his knees at the hands of his brother, and suddenly the swats became all the more noticeable.
Mary could do nothing as she stood watching the scene before her in shock, watching as Dean delivered spank upon crisp spank to his little brother’s backside and ignoring his brother’s whine and yells of protest. “Owww, fuck! Deeeaaan! OW! Sto---oohp!” He whined, trying to squirm away from his brother’s punishing hand; quickly finding out it was futile since his brother had grown muscle in the last few months and was now on the football team, as well as trying some basketball and going running with friends. Sammy couldn’t help but wonder whether his butt hurt as much from Dean’s spanking as Dad’s. No way… Not possible! But it hurt! And he vaguely heard himself, shouting out a screeched, tantrum-filled, “I haaate youu! Lemme go-oh-oh-ohh!” Dean kept slapping the round backside before him for a few more moments until he heard Sammy sniffling and saw his brother’s shoulders slump in wake of the tears he had given into moments before. He peeled back his brother’s briefs slightly - why did Sammy even still wear briefs? Boxers were way better-. He winced at the fire engine red colour of his brother’s butt before shaking his head. Good. Served the damn brat right for being so immature and bratty…
“Sam, it’s past your bedtime. Go on up and get ready.” Dean instructed quietly, feeling a twinge of guilt when Sammy’s huge chocolate brown eyes filled with tears before the boy scampered upstairs and slammed his door.
Dean turned to his mom as soon as Sammy had left the room, “Mom, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to undermine you but I heard him disrespecting you and I just…” He trailed off, unsure what else to say to explain how sorry he felt.
Mary sighed and tilted his chin to look at her, “Hey now, calm down… It’s okay, Dean. It’s okay. You did exactly what your Daddy would have done if he’d said that to me when Dad was home. I appreciate what you did; he wasn’t listening to me and he was just gonna get nastier before I got control of the situation. I’m really proud of you, Dean, you’ve been so grown up this week and you’ve made the whole week so much easier for me. Okay?”
Dean smiled at his mom, his piercing green eyes bright at the praise he’d been given. She continued, “I also think it’s up to you to deal with the rest of this now you’ve started. We won’t tell Dad, so long as Sammy starts behaving better, mm?” At Dean’s nod she smiled. “Okay then. Now, did you finish your essays for tomorrow yet?”
Dean’s smile turned to a frown, eyes wide and pale. “…Uh. Well, you see…”
“Dean, did you finish them?” Silence. “How much have you actually done?”
“Uh, maybe… Maybe half? Or something… I was doing it honest! I just… I got a bit distracted on my guitar and… Sorry mom.”
She sighed, “You were doing so good as well, buddy. Okay, you know how this works… Your Dad’s not here so I guess it’s down to me.” The teen nodded and leaned across the table, his boot-cut Levi’s sitting mid thigh as his Mom collected a wooden spoon from the drawer. He grit his teeth as she landed 32 smacks, mainly to his sit spots before setting the spoon on the table and fixing his jeans, pulling him up into a hug. “Homework comes first, Dean. In fact, your guitar stays in mine and Dad’s room until Dad gets back, understand? I don’t want you getting distracted again.”
Dean struggled not to break into protest at his mother’s decree, and she found herself proud of his restraint. “It’s only two days, sweetie. And maybe there’ll be a jail break for good behaviour, hmm? I’m really proud of you Dean, your behaviour’s been so mature and sensible this week and you’ve done Dad so proud. I love you, sweetheart.”
Dean nodded before heading upstairs to talk to his little brother who he knew would still be feeling emotional from getting spanked. He knocked on the door, entering his baby brother’s room to his find his little brother standing in his room still fully dressed, sniffling. “Sammy, I thought I said you were to get ready for bed. Come on, go get your teeth cleaned and get changed.”
Sammy glared at his brother, “Get out! I hate you! You’re my brother, you’re meant to be kind and back me up!”
Dean returned his brother’s glare twofold, “Yeah? And you’re meant to respect Mom and act your age. You hurt her feelings, Sam, what did you expect me to do? Now, quit the tantrums and get ready for bed.”
Sam remained defiant; waiting a moment before muttering something he didn’t think his brother would hear, “Fuck you, Dean.” Unfortunately for him, his voice was kind of whiney and high pitched and Dean pounced on his brother, dragging him to the bed and over his lap. He yanked his brother’s jeans down and started landing heavy swats to his backside, trying to ignore his brother’s squeals of protest. “You don’t ever talk to your elders like that, Sammy! Would you say that to Dad? No. So don’t say it to anyone else!! You’ve been such a jerk this week. You’ve totally disobeyed Mom. You’ve broken your curfew every night this week. You’re not doing your chores. And you’re being cheeky like a five year old. But it stops now, little brother.” Dean began swatting again. “You’re gonna start respecting mom like dad taught us to, or I’m gonna spank you again. You get me?”
“Oww! Ow! Ahhhh! Yesss! Yes, sir! Pleaaaase, Deeee!” Sammy burst into tears and Dean landed a few more swats before stopping. He rubbed his brother’s back after checking his backside was okay. Cherry engine red this time, but still exactly what bratty pre-teens deserved their bottoms to look like… “There, there… I’m all done. You’re just fine, buddy. Just tired…” Dean helped his brother to stand and helped his brother into his pajamas, seeing that Sammy was looking more than a little lost. “There.” Dean ruffled his brother’s hair before pulling him into a bear hug. “One other thing? Tomorrow, you ain’t going out to play. You go to bed when I tell you to go to bed or we repeat this. And, you’re gonna do your chores to perfection from now on, okay?” Dean accepted Sammy’s slight nod, feeling his protective instinct kick in as he helped his brother lay on his stomach and continued rubbing his back soothingly until the twelve year old was asleep. He then returned to his room and sat down to finish his essay, trying to ignore the dull throb in his own ass. He hated spankings, and history. Why couldn’t his essay be on damn pizza so all this could be avoided? He sighed.
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“Hey Mary.”
Mary sighed in relief at the sound of her husband’s voice. It was Thursday evening, and Mary was beyond ready for her husband’s imminent return. “John. Hey. How are you? How long till you’re home? We’re missing you so much, honey.”
John smiled at his wife’s sentiment. “I’m doing okay thanks, ready to come home. It’s been a long week and I’ve had some tough deals to draw a close to and spin in my favour. But I think we’ve gotten some good deals and that we’ll be able to kit the garage out pretty good by the looks of things. How about you guys?”
“Well, it’s been a long week… We’re plodding on though. Dean’s got a basketball match tomorrow after school, I think so we’ll maybe go along to that. Sammy’s been really missing you a lot, I think. Dean too, but he’s coping better. Sam struggled with his chores a bit the last couple of days, but it seems okay now. It’s just so tiring not having you here to get the boys to bed or to get them up for school, and I don’t have someone to fire up the barbeque at the moment. It’s weird… When will you be back?”
John smiled, “Good to know I’m missed for the important things…” He teased. “I think I’ll be home by Saturday afternoon at the latest, I can’t wait to see you again! Is Sammy there? I promised I’d phone up and chat to him while I was away…”
Mary groaned. She’d been hoping this wouldn’t happen, knowing that Dean had made his baby brother go to bed at eight and it was now half nine so Sammy’d be asleep. She hadn’t expected Dean to take such a… prominent adult role in his brother’s life: the boys were incredibly close, and usually if one was causing trouble there’d be an issue with both because they’d protect each other to the end. It often drove John insane having to dish out additional swats or reprimand to the child who shouldn’t be in trouble, but it also made both parents overwhelmingly proud. They’d told Dean right from the point where Mary had discovered she was pregnant with Sammy that he needed to protect his little brother and look after him and keep him safe, cause that was something that big brothers did. And, of course, Dean had taken to this task on with great pride. “He’s actually kind of in bed, sorry honey…”
“In bed?”
“Yes, bed.”
“Is he okay? What’s wrong with him?”
Mary winced inwardly once more. “He’s just had a long couple of days.”
John sighed, “Okay. Well, I’d better go if Dean’s out at practice too. A few of us are going out for some beer tonight, so I’d better get ready. Tell Sammy I’ll talk to him tomorrow. Love you, hon.”
Mary smiled, “Love you too. Have fun tonight!”
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Sammy stood in the kitchen drying the dishes from dinner while his Mom pottered about in the garden and his brother mowed the lawn. The evening sunshine was shining through the kitchen window, and Sam was starting to wish he could have gone out there to join them, but he was playing it safe after Dean spanking him yesterday. His butt still hurt from the spanking yesterday, and he dejectedly picked up the last of the crockery to dry it and as he placed the last plate away he heard the familiar sound of his dad’s pickup truck pulling into the driveway. “Dad!!” He shouted, excitedly, rushing in the direction of the front door. John appeared in the doorway, duffel in hand, and Sam grinned as he threw himself at his dad. He began chattering animatedly to his father, glad to have his wise, immovable presence back. Dean appeared a few moments later. “Sammy, you need to go get ready for bed buddy.”
Sam turned to his brother, indignant, “Screw you, Dean! Dad’s only just got home!”
“Sam! Bed, now. I’m not gonna warn you again not to push it.”
Sam glared at his brother a moment longer before hugging John once more and trudging upstairs looking baleful. John watched the confrontation, bewildered, before turning to Dean. “What on earth?”
Dean sighed, before explaining to his Dad everything that had happened the day before and the events that had led up to the older boy spanking his little brother. When he was done, John dragged a tired hand over his face, muttering a “Give me those damn ties any day…” before heading up to find Sam. He wanted a family night tonight; watching films and chilling out. He couldn’t wait to feel Sam’s comfortable weight cuddling against him as they watched Star Wars and Sammy explained why the physics of it was all wrong. And instead he had to speak to his unruly child? No… They were going to have their movie night.
Sam entered his bedroom with his hair wet from the shower he’d taken and was surprised to find his dad sitting on his bed. “Sammy, I heard about this weekend. What did I say to you right before I left? I’m pretty disappointed in your behaviour while I was gone. However, your brother already dealt with your cheek last night. With that in mind, I’m merely going to say this: you’re grounded for the next week so I can keep an eye on you. A side consequence of this is you’ll have to spend the time with me. Starting tonight, we’re all having a movie night; come on.” He explained to his son, grinning at his son’s immediate cheering up as he ruffled his hair and pulled him into a big hug. And with that, both Winchester men made their way downstairs; John’s arm around Sammy’s shoulder. Dad was home.