Christmas at Bobby`s (AU) PART 2
Part 1: http://capricorn86.livejournal.com/29136.html
Part 2: http://capricorn86.livejournal.com/29281.html
Part 3: http://capricorn86.livejournal.com/29688.html
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“You`re damn lucky that bookcase didn`t crush you!” Dean yelled.
“I hope you idjits can learn to just do as you`re told,” Bobby growled.
“You sure you`re alright?” Sam asked, warmth and concern in his green eyes as they swept the four kids standing in front of him, Dean and Bobby in the living room.
Will nodded mutely, his blue eyes staring at the floor with such intensity you`d think the secrets of the universe was printed upon the floorboards of Bobby`s house.
Dawn nodded too, saying: “Yeah, Will and I managed to roll away. The bookshelf missed us by inches.”
Dean mumbled something under his breath, but no one else in the room caught what he said or asked him to repeat it.
“Sorry about the mess we caused, Bobby,” Emily offered, giving the hunter the puppy dog-gaze without realizing she was doing it. “We`ll clean it up.”
“Damn straight,” Bobby muttered. He sighed heavily as he looked into the library at the fallen bookcase and all the books and Christmas presents that littered the room. He caught himself hoping that none of the kids’ presents had been broken or spoiled in the accident, then gave himself a mental shake. There were more serious things to worry about, like broken bones. The kids could have ended up killing themselves for fuck`s sake. They were damn lucky to escape completely unharmed.
Bobby glanced quickly at Dean. The man looked about ready to commit murder. If the look on his face was any indication, Bobby knew of two certain kids who would be sleeping on their bellies tonight and taking their breakfast standing up tomorrow.
“I just want to say that I had nothing to do with this.” Alice`s small voice suddenly piped up.
“Oh please!” Emily gave a spectacular eye roll. “You were right there with us!”
“But I only stood watch, I didn`t-“
Alice was cut off sharply by her father.
“Girls! That`s enough. We`ll talk about this in a little while.”
“I suggest you kids make a hasty retreat,” Bobby said. “Give your daddies some time to cool off before it`s time to talk.”
“Butts in bedrooms. Now.” Sam commanded sternly, raising his eyebrows at the kids and looking pointedly at his own daughters.
The kids quickly turned around and made for the stairs.
Will was moving a bit too fast, eager to put some distance between his backside and Dean`s hands. He stumbled on the stair, crashing into Alice, nearly causing both of them to fall flat on their faces. This caused some giggling from the girls and a sarcastic comment from Dawn: “Nice going there, Stairmaster.”
“No talking!” Dean barked, and at the sound of his words, the teens all shut up and hurried up the remaining steps before quietly retreating into the two bedrooms.
Dean sighed heavily, shaking his head. “I apologize for my kids, Bobby. I should have known better than to leave Dawn in charge, but I honestly thought she`d be more sensible and responsible than this. Hell, I remember one time I left her to watch Will for a couple hours. I came home to find my boy leaning over the toilet bowl, hurling with a bleeding cut on his forehead.”
Bobby raised his eyebrows. “Jesus. Well, it aint like that library hasn`t suffered Winchester kids before.” He paused for a second, looking at the two men in front of him, a memory suddenly filling him. “Remember July 1995?”
The looks on Sam and Deans faces told Bobby that they sure did. The boys had been doing research in the library upon order from John. A bored Dean had begun pestering Sam, which ultimately had resulted in a full-blown fight between the two teens which had left the room a complete wreck.
“We`ll get the bookshelf back in place for you, Bobby,” Sam offered. “I`ll tell the girls to clean up tomorrow.”
“Yeah, Will and Dawn will of course do their share of the work as well,” Dean said.
“And if you got any chores that need doing, Emily and Alice will be all over it,” Sam added.
Upon hearing this, Dean turned to face his brother, a confused look on his face. “What? Chores? Seriously?”
Sam shrugged. “Well, yeah.”
“I hardly think that`s how Dad would have dealt with a situation like this.”
Something dark crept into Sam`s gaze. “I`m not like him, Dean.”
The kids had been completely open and truthful about the events that had happened. It was clear that it had been Will and Dawn who had caused the bookshelf to come crashing down. Emily had been poking around the library along with her cousins, while Alice had only been in the room for a minute before taking her place by the door, standing watch and trying to persuade the other kids to leave the room. The way Sam saw it, his daughters behavior didn`t call for more than some extra chores and an early bedtime. Alice and Emily were getting older, and Sam was gradually moving away from using spanking as a punishment, favoring groundings and removal of privileges, only using spanking as a last resort and for more serious misbehaviors. Sure, the girls weren`t supposed to be in the library, but Will and Dawn had been the only ones to actually endanger themselves.
Considering how Alice had barely been involved at all, Sam felt it would be too harsh of him to spank. He didn`t want to only spank Emily when both she and her sister had defied the order of staying out of that room, so he had decided the fairest thing to do was to give them the same punishment.
“Besides,” Sam added, “Laura wouldn`t have approved.”
His late wife had not been a believer in corporal punishment, unless for serious offences or dangerous behavior. Sam knew his wife wouldn`t have let him spank their daughters for something minor as going into a room they`d been told to stay out of.
“Well, she`s not here,” Dean said. “You`re the one raising your daughters, Sam.”
The words were out before Dean had time to think about what he was saying. Sometimes Dean Winchesters tongue moved too fast for his brain.
Sam clenched his jaw tightly and his breathing grew heavier. His eyes shot green fire at his older brother.
“Ah, fuck. I`m sorry, Sam…”
The younger Winchester gave no reply; he simply turned away and headed for the staircase.
“Nice goin, ya damn idjit!” Bobby gave Dean a sharp smack upside the head. “The hell were you thinkin, boy? Bringing up Laura, and at Christmas to boot!”
Dean rubbed at his head, giving Bobby a hurt look. “Hey, I wasn`t thinking…”
“Clearly you weren`t.” Bobby growled, then turned and begun walking towards the library. “Get your ass in here and help me put that bookshelf up.”
When the bookshelf had been put back in its upright position, Dean took a deep breath, touching a hand to his face. “I can`t go up and see the kids right now, I`m too damn shaken up.”
“Wanna borrow my spoon?”
Dean raised one eyebrow at Bobby, trying to determine wether the hunter was serious or only teasing. Bobby`s expression betrayed nothing.
“No.” Dean replied, his voice flat. “That won`t be necessary.”
In Dean`s mind, both Will and Dawn had earned themselves a serious butt blistering. But regardless of how deserved it was, the ex-hunter was not looking forward to ascending those stairs and pushing open that bedroom door.
Considering the circumstances (what with it being Christmas and all) Dean did decide to give his kids the relative mercy of only using his hand. Given their ages and the nature of their disobedience, he would have normally gone for a more severe implement, but the hand of Dean Winchester could raise a damn fierce sting in any naked rear end. Dawn and Will were going to sleep on tear-stained pillows tonight.
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When Sam came up the stairs, he stood outside the girls’ bedroom door for a minute, taking a few deep breaths. Deans words had ripped open the old wound made by Laura`s death, and now Sam felt it bleeding, the grief still as raw and fresh as if the call from the hospital had come last night. He shut his eyes tightly, just for a second, before grabbing the door handle and opening the door.
Sam`s daughters were sitting on their beds when he entered. They were talking quietly, but ended their conversation and turned their attention towards their father when he came in.
Sam wasn`t really angry with his daughters, just annoyed and slightly exasperated. He stood by the edge of Emily`s bed, sliding his hands into the pockets of his jeans before opening his mouth.
“You were told that the library was off limits, and you disobeyed,” he began. “I`m honestly surprised at you girls, wanting to go peek at your Christmas presents, that`s something I could have expected from you eight years ago. You`re both getting a little too big for such childish defiance.”
Neither of the girls said anything.
“And you know that when you disobey and break rules, there are consequences,” Sam said calmly. Ignoring the barely audible whimper made by Alice, he finished his lecture by informing the girls that first thing tomorrow they`d help Will and Dawn tidy up in the library, and that Bobby no doubt would have a nice list of chores for them to do. “You`re also getting an early bedtime tonight,” Sam concluded.
He fought hard not to smile as he observed the girls reactions upon realizing he didn`t intend to spank them. They both relaxed visibly, their shoulders dropping.
Emily wasn`t too happy about an early bedtime or doing chores for Bobby, but anything was better than being over Sam`s knee.
“So I want you to get ready for bed-“ Sam paused for a heartbeat, taking a quick glance at his wristwatch - “Right now. In ten minutes I want to see the pair of you lying down in bed. No talking” - he looked at Alice - “No reading-“ he looked at Emily - “You are to go straight to sleep, is that understood?”
The girls both nodded, but the ever bold outspoken Emily couldn`t help but voice a complaint: “But, Dad! Ten minutes isn`t enough bathroom time!”
Alice didn`t say anything, she just stared at her sister, half expecting their father to grab Emily, throw her across his knees and spank her right then and there for daring to protest when she was already in disgrace.
Sam didn`t move, he just looked at his eldest and blinked slowly. He wasn`t sure what baffled him more, the cheek of his eldest, or the girl’s vanity. “You`re getting ready for bed, Emily Elizabeth, not the Oscar show. Now I suggest you move yourself to the bathroom and not waste any more precious time.”
The fourteen-year-old avoided meeting her father`s gaze as she quickly slipped off the bed, muttering a “Yes, Dad,” as she passed him.
Alice moved to follow her sister, but Sam grabbed her arm to stop her as she walked past. He bent down and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, to make the girl understand he wasn`t angry with her.
“I`ll be back in a few minutes to check on you.”
When Sam came back to the girls’ bedroom, Alice was wearing her pink pajamas and lying down in bed, her blonde hair flowing over her pillow. She lay facing her sister.
Emily was sitting up in her bed, wearing an old t-shirt that was way too big for her. It used to belong to an eighteen-year-old Sam. When his fourteen-year-old daughter was wearing it, it looked more like a nightgown. Emily`s fingers were moving quickly as she was writing a text on her mobile.
Not caring wether she had finished writing the message or not, Sam walked over and grabbed the phone. “I`ll be taking care of that for you until tomorrow. Now lie down, Emily. It`s time for you to sleep.”
The fourteen-year-old couldn`t help rolling her eyes. Her father sounded just like he was addressing a pair of toddlers! “Don`t be daft, Dad!” she complained as she lay down.
Alice couldn`t help the giggle that escaped her.
Sam chuckled softly. Not wanting to embarrass his eldest further by bending down and kissing her goodnight, he simply gave each of his girls a loving gaze. “Goodnight girls. I love you.”
“Love you too,” Emily replied.
“Love you, Daddy,” Alice said.
Sam smiled, enjoying the fact that one of his daughters still called him “Daddy.”
“See you in the morning.” He turned to walk towards the door. “Daft Dad is leaving,” he added teasingly, earning a small groan from Emily and another giggle from Alice. “No talking now! Straight to sleep,” he warned seriously as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway, closing the door slowly. He fought the urge to leave it open to let a streak of light from the hallway fall into the room, reminding himself that Alice stopped being afraid of the dark years ago.
Sam immediately went downstairs, trusting his daughters to obey his instruction, and so he heard nothing of the whispered exchange going on between the two girls.
“Emmy?” Alice whispered into the darkness of the bedroom. When she got no reply, she tried again, slightly louder: “Emily!”
“Shh!” the older girl hissed. “Dad said no talking. Do you want him to come back in here?”
“But I just want-“
“What?” Emily snapped.
There was a short silence before Alice spoke again. “Tell me about Mom.”
Emily turned around in bed so she was facing the door and not her little sister. She swallowed a few times, trying to get rid of the painful lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat. “Go to sleep, Alice.”