"I can explain

This is not the original first chapter. I wasn't happy with the original so I had my beta achilleseel ( who is the bomb btw) edit it so its pretty much the same just a few changes!

"I can explain." I began desperately.

Dean grudgingly let me in, jabbing a finger at an empty chair "Sit." He growled.

"Now, explain," Sam added, crossing his arms.

"Well…I sold it."

Their jaws dropped. "You.. sold.. Please be kidding!" Sam said angrily.

"Sorry, but I'm not. I had a buyer lined up the minute I knew it existed."

"So what'd you need us for?" Dean asked incredulously.

"I needed a cover." I said, lifting my chin. I was not going to feel bad about what I'd done. What I always do.

"It's not my fault you were stupid enough to go through with it." I said calmly, looking Dean in the eye. His jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

"That's it." He said angrily. He grabbed my arm and yanked me up. I fully expected to be thrown out the door, but instead, Dean sat down in my chair and yanked me down, across his lap.

I laughed coldly.

"You can't scare me Dean."

"Oh yeah?"

He brought his hand down across my backside. SMACK

"MR. WINCHESTER!" I spat out. "What do you think you're doing?!"

SMACK "I'm giving you what you should have gotten a long time ago!" He answered grimly, bringing his hard hand down again and again. I squirmed and tried to roll off his lap but he grabbed my right hand and trapped it on the small of my back. My left was caught between his stomach and me. There was no way I could pull loose! I was trapped and being spanked like a child!

"Dean, OW, let me up!" I demanded breathlessly between smacks. "I'm not an infant!!"

"Could have fooled me!" He said sternly. "Tricking people into getting your way, not letting us help others for your own selfish reasons; sounds pretty childish to me. What do you think, Sammy?"

"Very childish," Sam agreed smugly.

"Well, enjoy your revenge while you stillcan, you kinky bastard!" I hissed through clenched teeth, determined not to cry.

"Revenge? Is that what you think this is, Bella?" Dean stopped hitting me, but didn't loosen his grip.

"This isn't about revenge, this is punishment! It's what happens when you overstep the boundaries of decency. Obviously, someone didn't teach you that. So I guess its up to me to catch you up."

SMACK SMACK SMACK.

My eyes teared up, both from the pain and what he'd said. I had turned into a bitch; I didn't need him to tell me that. My lack of friends was evidence enough.

SMACK SMACK. I winced, but stiffened. He couldn't hurt me! I'm Bella Talbot! Dean felt me stiffen.

"Bella." He sighed. "You're just making it worse!"

He stopped. I let out the breath I'd been holding. Finally, he'd come to his senses. I started to get up, but he tightened his hold on me.

"Dean, let me up!"

"You're in no position to order me around, young lady." Dean said, sounding for all the world like an angry father.

Suddenly cool air hit a place it didn't normally hit.

"Hmmm, never figured you for a thong girl," Sam snickered.

"Shut up Sam," Dean said firmly. "Not the time."

"I demand you stop this now!" I shrieked. His hand came down again… hard.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK…. Relentlessly, he kept up a steady beat.

"How dare you!" I squealed indignantly.

"I dare, because you're acting like a spoiled brat! (SMACK) We work our asses (SMACK) off to keep people safe, (SMACK SMACK) and you go sell the only thing that can save them, for a profit!! (SMACK SMACK SMACK)"

I broke down, both from the pain of the spanking and the pain of knowing he was right... even worse, now that I needed the talismen… I had sold off my lifeline. I lay there, limp and sobbing, as he continued to spank me.

"Now than, sweetheart, we're gonna have a little talk." He said, his voice softening a little.

"I'm going to ask questions, and you're going to answer them. Got it?" I nodded. SMACK. I whimpered pitifully.

"That's not answer," He said sternly. "Let's try this again. You're gonna answer my questions, understand?"

"Yes sir." I sobbed obediently.

"That's my girl." He answeredsoftly.

"Now, why did you use us to get the hand of glory? You could have gone alone."

"I-I wanted to show t-that I was smar-rter then y-you," I sobbed out, knowing that would earn me another smack; I wasn't disappointed. SMACK. I wailed loudly.

"Why did you sell it, when you knew other people might die from it?" I bit my lip. The answer to this one wasn't a pleasant one. I felt ashamed… something I hadn't felt in a long time.

SMACK. I jumped in surprise at the unexpected whack. "I'm waiting young lady."

"Money." I whispered.

"I can't hear you." He said, hand raised to smack

"Money." I said louder. They just sat there, the silence deafening.

"Can you let me up for a minute?" I asked quietly. "Please…. I won't run." Dean let me up, still in shock I think. I stood in front of them, dress still tucked up in the back, head hanging and hands folded in front of me. I glanced up at their eyes. I saw disbelief and anger. I knew, than, what I had to do.

"I need to start out by saying I'm sorry… I know you won't believe me, but… I truly am sorry. I've become a bitch. No one likes me; my only friend is money and it's a poor friend. I found you guys and thought maybe you'd be my friends, but I screwed it up. I've hurt, no telling how many people, in the last few years.. I'm tired of it. I've been a horrible, horrible person to you and everyone. I know you probably can't forgive me, but if there's any way possible, I'm willing to do anything to make that happen. You've shown me you care, and whether you admit it or not… you have. Please…" I broke down.

"Make me a better person."

They sat in silence; then, Dean spoke.

"Bella, no one can make you a better person but yourself. But since you're so willing to learn, I'll be glad to guide you in a few areas. For one, you don't kill people for money! If you doyou're no better than a murderer."

"What do you want me to do?" I whispered dully.

"I want you over the desk, underwear down," He answered firmly.

"I want you to fully understand what you've done here; I want you to remember this for a long, long time."

I shuffled over to the desk. Stepped out of my underwear, I leaned over it.

For a minute they didn't move. Then, Dean walked over. I heard the click of his belt buckle, and heard the leather sliding through the loops in his jeans.

"Bella, I realize you obeying means you are sorry and do want to make up for this, but I'm still not going to go easy on you. I want this to be stuck in your head from now on."

I nodded in understandingand braced myself.

"Now," he said, "Why did you sell it, when you knew other people could possibly die?"

"Money." I answered clearly.

THWACK THWACK THWACK. The belt left lines of fire across my bare ass. I moaned in agony.

"Do you think money is an acceptable reason for people to die?" Dean asked sternly.

"No sir!" I bawled. THWACK THWACK THWACK.

"Why did you come here? Were you trying to rub it in our face?" He asked.

"No sir," I sobbed, my ass on fire. "I –I had a reason.. but I'm not w-worth it. J-just keep going." I waited for the next smack but nothing happened.

"Bella.. what do you mean?" Dean asked, confused. I stood up, pulled my dress down and turned around, wiping my swollen eyes.

"I s-saw the ship last night. I-I thought y-you might be able to h-help me. But I deserve this; it's my punishment. I don't deserve to live… I'll leave you alone." I walked towards the door, but Dean stepped in front of me.

"Bella…" he said softly. "Everyone deserves a chance to live… that's why we do what we do. You should have told us about this first thing."

I looked at the floor.

"No," I whispered. "I need to die; to make this world a better place." I tried to push past him, but ran into his chest. He hurriedlywrapped his arms around me and let me cry.

"Shhh," He murmured quietly. "Bella, it's ok. You've done wrong before, we ALL have… but it can be fixed. You've been punished for selling it, that's overwith. Let go of your guilt. We'll find you a way out of this, don't you worry."

I started to feel hopeful. Even after all the bad I'd done to them, to others, they still thought I was worth saving!

"What i-if I mess up again, though?" I asked nervously. "It's a habit now; doing this kind of stuff all the time."

"We'll just have to break that habit, then, won't we?" Dean said, slapping my ass lightly.

"Ouch." I yelped.

"Dad taught me well." He said with a satisfied smirk. He then turned to Sam.

"Alright, Sammy-boy, research time!"