"No!" Sam yelled at his brother from the middle of the motel room, running into the bathroom and slamming the door.

Dean looked at the door and sighed, lying down on the bed and rubbing his face with his hands.

Dean had been trying to reason with his brother for hours. His dad had just called after finishing a big hunt early, announcing that he was planning and picking up the boys the next day and driving to check out a wolf sighting in Minnesota. At the news his brother had virtually been reduced to tears. Whining and bitching about how he had his play-off soccer game the next day.

Dean understood that this game was important to Sam but he knew that he had to correct this behavior before John got back or they would have bigger problems.

"Sam…" He tried again, speaking loud enough that his brother could hear him through the door. Dean waited a few moments but heard nothing. He figured his brother only needed a few moments to cool off so he didn't bother him further until he heard rustling coming from behind the closed door. With a sigh Dean got up from the bed, something told him this was not going to be as easy as he once thought. He reached the door just in time for Sam to come barreling out of the bathroom, duffle bag in tow, heading straight for the front door.

Before dean could ask for and explanation, his brother looked back at him.

"I'm going to stay at Chris's house until the game" he told his brother, jutting out his lip defiantly and starting to unlatch the door.

Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah?" He said, crossing his arms over his chest, "and whatta you think dad's gonna day when he comes back and you're not here smart ass?"

At that point Sam was already halfway out the door. He turned back to his brother scowling, "you can tell dad to go screw himself!" Sam yelled at him.

At those words dean jumped into action. Grabbing Sam by the collar of his shirt and yanking him back in the door before he could make his way through.

"I think that's enough" dean told his brother who was fighting for his life, clawing and kicking wherever he could.

"D-dean! Stop!" Sam cried, panicking now.

Dean grabbed the duffle from his brother, throwing it across the floor, while situating his brother across his lap.

Frantically Sam tried to cover his butt with his hands but dean only removed them and placed them firmly on his back.

Dean wasted no time and began to swat his brother aggressively. He knew if he was going to end Sammy's tantrum it had to be done right away.

After a few minutes of Sam's pleas, dean was almost finished. His brother was sobbing now and barely struggling at all.

Without another word dean helped his brother up and moved him to stand in front of him. Now fully chastised Sam looked eight years younger, looking up at dean through his lashes, with tears rolling down his face.

It didn't take dean long to open his arms and when he did Sam barreled into his chest, sobbing anew.

Dean rubbed his brother's back and whispered comforting words.

While Dean was sure his brother would be feeling the punishment the next few days he knew it was nothing compared to what he would have gotten from their father.

After a while dean helped his brother into bed, and lifted up the covers for him.

Once Sam was settled Dean spoke. "I know this game is important to you Sam but…"

"Just forget about it dean" Sam mumbled and rolled into the sheets.