WBY - Push (part four)
Jamie looked over at his dad suddenly very worried. Maybe it was his politeness, Dean Winchester was very seldom polite, maybe it was the low timber of his voice, so like Gramps. Jamie swallowed reflexively and wiped a suddenly sweaty hand down his jeans. But he stood and followed his father into the adjoining room, allowing the swinging door to softly shut behind him.
“Jamie,” Dad started. “I have no idea what your problem is, but this is ending here and now. I have had enough of your disrespect toward a person I care about.”
“Ah, c’mon, Dad. You haven’t seen her in years and now all of a sudden you are all chummy, chummy and Christ now you even gonna spend the night with her. We don’t need to stay the night here, Dad. Let’s get a hotel.”
His father took a deep breath but his voice didn’t waver and he spoke with all the seriousness and conviction that Dean Winchester could.
“I get it. I do. You’re pissed we’re here. Pissed we have spent half the day on a wild goose chase. Pissed I’m staying with Lisa. But this is my choice, my call. Not yours. You’re acting like a five year old and I’m close to treating you like one. You’re a moment away from me finding a quiet room somewhere to wallop the hell out of your ass.”
Jamie bristled at that one, “So you think that spanking me is gonna change how I feel? ‘Cause it’s not. It’s not gonna change a damn thing.” Jamie spoke quietly or at least he tried to. Talking with your father in the living room of his ex about getting your ass beat is not something a kid really wants to have overheard anywhere, let alone by the ex as she stood ladling soup in the kitchen. “She....” Jamie pointed emphatically at the kitchen door, ”Is. A. Bitch.”
Jamie was unprepared for the open handed slap. So loud and sharp that the sound of it echoed through the living room. It rocked his head hard to the left ending in a sting so biting it instantly brought tears to his eyes.
His father had never slapped him. Not once. Winchesters had been known to offer a cuff to the back of the head, a well-placed swat was certainly not unheard of and a full-fledged ass kicking had happened more times than Jamie cared to admit. But no one had ever slapped him. He wanted to reach up and touch the inflamed cheek but refused. Besides the tears might just be from anger because right now he was so angry with his dad that he could barely see. Instead he racked his shoulders back at an attention any Marine DI would be proud of and just stood stiffly in Lisa Braeden’s living room.
“Are we done, sir?”
Jamie watched as his father raked a hand over his face and then took a deep breath. But Dad didn’t apologize and Jamie wasn’t going to either. It was an impasse of sorts and stubborn was hard wired in Winchesters.
“Yeah. We’re done. But I’m not joking about this Jamie. You will not disrespect Lisa again. I wouldn’t put up with it to any woman we know at home, a waitress in a diner, or any one who needed our help. I’m sure not gonna put up with it for her.”
“Yes, sir.”
Jamie executed a perfect about face and headed back into the kitchen. There was no doubt that Lisa had heard the slap and even if she hadn’t - the Dean shaped handprint left no doubt as to what had just happened.
“If you could tell me where Ben’s room is, I’ll stow my gear there.” Jamie kept his eyes up front and as much as he felt a blush try to crawl up his face he willed down the heat. He wasn’t embarrassed, it wasn’t his fault. Let the bitch know that Dean Winchester had just slapped his kid. Let her know that it hadn’t phased Jamie one bit.
He hoped she choked on the fucking soup and right now, Dad could choke right along with her.
“Down the hall and to the right. There are some towels on the bed and if you want to take a shower, Ben has his own.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Jamie offered nothing more and then left, walked past his father and down the hall to Ben Braeden’s room.
He had no intention of coming out for the rest of the night.
Part five
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