Supernatural fic
The ride in the car was silent, John was beyond mad, Dean was not is a happy mood too,,*this is not fair*the fifteen-year old teenager thought, what happened back there wasn’t completely his fault,..Well it was, but….Well, he had no reasonable explanation for what have he done,still,he was not looking forward to face his father…Ok ,he screwed up, but what happened in the past should stay there..Right??? Dean looked pitifully at his dad, and then he ran his hand across his face, squirming miserably is his seat...
-Don’t! John said sternly…
Dean gave his father the most innocent look a fifteen-year old teenager could come up with:
-What?????
-Don’t ever start feeling sorry for yourself….! Do you realize that you were this close Dean, this fucking close from being killed!!! Just because you were busy screwing around with that girl from your school and forgot cleaning the weapon, and as if that weren’t enough, you lied about it and we went to this hunt completely not ready!!!John scolded…
-Maybe if you actually did things too, not sitting giving orders, none of this would have happened...Dean muttered under his breath…
John had to remind himself that he was behind the wheel, and must focus on the road…He’d expected this from Sammy, that boy had one hell of a mouth, and back-talking was his specialty, but from Dean, his older, his good soldier ??? Dean was a smartass, he also had one hell of an attitude, but……
-What did you just said to me young man?? John yelled
-Yeah you heard me! Dean shouted back, if you actually did something sometimes, not only giving orders to everyone, and playing Bossy-boss game, none of this would’ve happened!!!
-Ok, you know what, I’m sick and tired of your attitude, but don’t you worry, I’ll help you fix it! John said sternly pulling around…In normal situation, both of his sons would understand the gravity of the situation they were in, but this time, for some reason, Dean seemed more than relaxed…
-Get out! John ordered while opening the door for his son
-Great, Dean muttered stepping out from the car.
-Do you have any idea what could’ve happened back there if thank god, I still remember that spell, that thing could’ve killed you in 30 seconds, why? Because your gun didn’t shoot, neither mine!
Dean rolled his eyes,-I forgot cleaning the guns, big deal, no one was dead or hurt, can’t we just move on?
And before he knew what happened, dean found himself bent over the impala, and few seconds later, John started aiming hard swats to the presented backside…
-When I talk to you young man, I expect yes sir/no sir answer, I’m not tolerating disrespect, neither from you nor your brother, you understand? John lectured, not stopping the smacks.
-Ow….ok…Jeez...Dad, let me go! ….We’re in public space for god’s sake ….!!!.Aw! Daaaaaaaaaaaad! Dean whined.
-I don’t think you got the point just yet, John said yanking the kid’s pants and boxers down. You wanna try again?
-Let me the fuck up! Dean yelled, clearly, the boy was seeing red.
-Your choice, Jhon simply added before he started delivering hard swats to the unprotected backside.
Dean started squirming and moving to avoid the sting building is his rear end, but he couldn’t escape the grip of the ex-marine. After about a dozen and half well placed swats, John stopped.
-Am I clear now young man?
Dean, already tears forming in his eyes, refused to give up.
-I am so sick and tired of this crap dad, dean finally said, trying to speak fast so he could finish before his father’s hand gets busy on his backside again, we’re not in the army, this military stuff is crap, can’t you be like other parents for once, no one calls his dad sir, and no dad beats his son these days!
John knew that he couldn’t talk this one through, so he started spanking once again...Several cars passed by the scene, no one stopped true, but it wasn’t something you see every day on the road. Some people agreed with John, believing that today’s kids are in desperate need from some real discipline, others disagreed, seeing that corporal punishment doesn’t lead anywhere. Others had no opinion, didn’t bother even thinking about it.Anyway, John couldn’t care less what people thought about him, he loves his sons and he knows what he’s doing.…Dean remained silent while the first minutes of the spanking, then, small hisses of pain started escaping through teeth….These hisses of pain turned into uptight OW’s and Aw’s…Soon later, small sobs start coming from the teen. The pain was just too much to bear; John Winchester had one hell of a strong hand, and unfortunally both of his sons knew that…*Fuck pride* Dean thought, he couldn’t remain calm no more.
-Ahhh! Daaaaaaaaaaaad! Please! I’m sorry! Stooooop! No moooooooooore! It hurts…he sobbed
That was John‘s signal, he stopped and re-asked his question:
-Do you understand now Dean?
-Yes! Dean managed between his sobs.
-Yes what? John added sternly, delivering a hard swat to the dead center of dean’s ass
-Ah! Yes sir!
-Good, john said smiling, now, pull your pants up, and get in the car, it’s late now, but we’ll have another talk tomorrow.
-But daaaad! Dean whined, you can’t do that!
John shot his son with a sharp glare, and said sternly:
-What was that?
Dean understood the hint answered quickly:
-Yes sir!
Dean pulled up his pants and boxers gently, trying not squirming when the tissue made contact with his raw ass.He walked toward his seat, next to the driver, and Oh boy, sitting down in not something he’s planning to do anytime soon, but, unfortunately, he had no choice…
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The next morning, Dean in a good mood, well until he rolled over, and a painful reminder of last night brang him back to reality, and suddenly it hit him, he really screwed up, that blonde cheerleader he spent time with her yesterday wasn’t worth it, well actually, she was, you don’t find a girl with legs like that every day, he still remember her in the corner, spreading her long beautiful legs and showing her rosy…The entrance of his father without knocking cut Dean thoughts at once.
-H...Hey Dad…the teen said smiling weakly.
-Cut the crap Dean, we both know what happened last night, so let’s skip the small talking, bend over ,pants and underwear down !
-Dad, please, I said I was sorry, please, at least not with your belt!
John steeled his heart to his son’s pleading and said firmly:
-Do you really want to have a pre-discussion? ‘No sir’ came the expected answer. Dean took a deep breath and pushed his pants and underwear down. His ass was still very, very, very sore from yesterday, and he could only imagine how the belt is gonna feel……
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Dean walked down the stairs limping and saw his brother sitting at the table, eating his cereals.
-How are you feeling? The little boy asked with concern, was dad too hard on you?
Dean remembered himself crying and begging...
-Pshhhhhhh! Piece of cake! He said smiling at his brother. Sam smirked,-Yeah, well, you could’ve fooled me if I didn’t hear you crying and begging!
-Well…..Yeah……I was just faking it, Dad asked me to, so you will be taking it seriously, and so he will feel like a total loser, but he won’t admit it !
-That’s the lamest lie I’ve ever heard my entire life Dean, how about you sit down and tell me more.
-Bitch! came the response from the older boy
-Jerk!
….John watched his boys secretly, he couldn’t help it but laugh, god Mary must be very proud, he thought
-Don’t! John said sternly…
Dean gave his father the most innocent look a fifteen-year old teenager could come up with:
-What?????
-Don’t ever start feeling sorry for yourself….! Do you realize that you were this close Dean, this fucking close from being killed!!! Just because you were busy screwing around with that girl from your school and forgot cleaning the weapon, and as if that weren’t enough, you lied about it and we went to this hunt completely not ready!!!John scolded…
-Maybe if you actually did things too, not sitting giving orders, none of this would have happened...Dean muttered under his breath…
John had to remind himself that he was behind the wheel, and must focus on the road…He’d expected this from Sammy, that boy had one hell of a mouth, and back-talking was his specialty, but from Dean, his older, his good soldier ??? Dean was a smartass, he also had one hell of an attitude, but……
-What did you just said to me young man?? John yelled
-Yeah you heard me! Dean shouted back, if you actually did something sometimes, not only giving orders to everyone, and playing Bossy-boss game, none of this would’ve happened!!!
-Ok, you know what, I’m sick and tired of your attitude, but don’t you worry, I’ll help you fix it! John said sternly pulling around…In normal situation, both of his sons would understand the gravity of the situation they were in, but this time, for some reason, Dean seemed more than relaxed…
-Get out! John ordered while opening the door for his son
-Great, Dean muttered stepping out from the car.
-Do you have any idea what could’ve happened back there if thank god, I still remember that spell, that thing could’ve killed you in 30 seconds, why? Because your gun didn’t shoot, neither mine!
Dean rolled his eyes,-I forgot cleaning the guns, big deal, no one was dead or hurt, can’t we just move on?
And before he knew what happened, dean found himself bent over the impala, and few seconds later, John started aiming hard swats to the presented backside…
-When I talk to you young man, I expect yes sir/no sir answer, I’m not tolerating disrespect, neither from you nor your brother, you understand? John lectured, not stopping the smacks.
-Ow….ok…Jeez...Dad, let me go! ….We’re in public space for god’s sake ….!!!.Aw! Daaaaaaaaaaaad! Dean whined.
-I don’t think you got the point just yet, John said yanking the kid’s pants and boxers down. You wanna try again?
-Let me the fuck up! Dean yelled, clearly, the boy was seeing red.
-Your choice, Jhon simply added before he started delivering hard swats to the unprotected backside.
Dean started squirming and moving to avoid the sting building is his rear end, but he couldn’t escape the grip of the ex-marine. After about a dozen and half well placed swats, John stopped.
-Am I clear now young man?
Dean, already tears forming in his eyes, refused to give up.
-I am so sick and tired of this crap dad, dean finally said, trying to speak fast so he could finish before his father’s hand gets busy on his backside again, we’re not in the army, this military stuff is crap, can’t you be like other parents for once, no one calls his dad sir, and no dad beats his son these days!
John knew that he couldn’t talk this one through, so he started spanking once again...Several cars passed by the scene, no one stopped true, but it wasn’t something you see every day on the road. Some people agreed with John, believing that today’s kids are in desperate need from some real discipline, others disagreed, seeing that corporal punishment doesn’t lead anywhere. Others had no opinion, didn’t bother even thinking about it.Anyway, John couldn’t care less what people thought about him, he loves his sons and he knows what he’s doing.…Dean remained silent while the first minutes of the spanking, then, small hisses of pain started escaping through teeth….These hisses of pain turned into uptight OW’s and Aw’s…Soon later, small sobs start coming from the teen. The pain was just too much to bear; John Winchester had one hell of a strong hand, and unfortunally both of his sons knew that…*Fuck pride* Dean thought, he couldn’t remain calm no more.
-Ahhh! Daaaaaaaaaaaad! Please! I’m sorry! Stooooop! No moooooooooore! It hurts…he sobbed
That was John‘s signal, he stopped and re-asked his question:
-Do you understand now Dean?
-Yes! Dean managed between his sobs.
-Yes what? John added sternly, delivering a hard swat to the dead center of dean’s ass
-Ah! Yes sir!
-Good, john said smiling, now, pull your pants up, and get in the car, it’s late now, but we’ll have another talk tomorrow.
-But daaaad! Dean whined, you can’t do that!
John shot his son with a sharp glare, and said sternly:
-What was that?
Dean understood the hint answered quickly:
-Yes sir!
Dean pulled up his pants and boxers gently, trying not squirming when the tissue made contact with his raw ass.He walked toward his seat, next to the driver, and Oh boy, sitting down in not something he’s planning to do anytime soon, but, unfortunately, he had no choice…
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The next morning, Dean in a good mood, well until he rolled over, and a painful reminder of last night brang him back to reality, and suddenly it hit him, he really screwed up, that blonde cheerleader he spent time with her yesterday wasn’t worth it, well actually, she was, you don’t find a girl with legs like that every day, he still remember her in the corner, spreading her long beautiful legs and showing her rosy…The entrance of his father without knocking cut Dean thoughts at once.
-H...Hey Dad…the teen said smiling weakly.
-Cut the crap Dean, we both know what happened last night, so let’s skip the small talking, bend over ,pants and underwear down !
-Dad, please, I said I was sorry, please, at least not with your belt!
John steeled his heart to his son’s pleading and said firmly:
-Do you really want to have a pre-discussion? ‘No sir’ came the expected answer. Dean took a deep breath and pushed his pants and underwear down. His ass was still very, very, very sore from yesterday, and he could only imagine how the belt is gonna feel……
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Dean walked down the stairs limping and saw his brother sitting at the table, eating his cereals.
-How are you feeling? The little boy asked with concern, was dad too hard on you?
Dean remembered himself crying and begging...
-Pshhhhhhh! Piece of cake! He said smiling at his brother. Sam smirked,-Yeah, well, you could’ve fooled me if I didn’t hear you crying and begging!
-Well…..Yeah……I was just faking it, Dad asked me to, so you will be taking it seriously, and so he will feel like a total loser, but he won’t admit it !
-That’s the lamest lie I’ve ever heard my entire life Dean, how about you sit down and tell me more.
-Bitch! came the response from the older boy
-Jerk!
….John watched his boys secretly, he couldn’t help it but laugh, god Mary must be very proud, he thought