Where's Your Sense of Humor?
Warnings: This story contains Spanking of minors (Corporal Punishment) by a parental figure and swearing. If you do not like this type of story please do not read.
"ENOUGH!" John bellowed his voice echoing through the small motel room.
Both boys stopped tussling and snapped their heads up to look at a very unhappy John Winchester.
"You." John growled pointing at his eldest. "In that corner." Dean scrabbled to get up and obey his dad's order. From the look of it he better do it fast.
"And you." John said pointing at Sam. "In that corner." Gesturing to the corner on the other side of the room.
"Dad Dean was the one…" Sam began to argue, but apparently that was a horrible idea because John was at his side in two long strides grabbing ahold of Sam's arm and swatting his butt a good five times. "Owwww!"
"What did I say?" John growled in Sam's ear. Sam felt his eyes brim with tears and responded only with a whimper. "Go." John ordered letting go of his son's arm and giving his butt one last swat of encouragement in the direction of the corner. Dean in his corner just simply shook his head at his little brother's stupidity. Sam obeyed wiping his eyes with the back of his hand and the other rubbing his bottom.
Once each boy was in their respective corners John trudged into the kitchenette to gab himself a much needed beer. The hunt he was supposed to investigate turned out to be nothing more than teenage kids playing ill-favored pranks on the townspeople. He found out fairly early, in fact he found out in the first 15 minutes of investigating the High School. He caught a teenage boy using fake blood to write haunting messages on the gym walls. That made John's blood boil. Not only because it was a waste of his time and efforts, but there are real dangers out there and John did not appreciate the jokes made about it nor did he find any of it remotely funny. The kid and his buddies scared a lot of people. They scared one older lady, Mrs. Bolton, so bad that she fell down the stairs and broke her arm. Things like that are not funny. Not to John anyway.
John not being in the best of moods when he discovered the real reason behind the scares in the High School gave the boy a piece of his mind. Perhaps he was a bit harsh, but one thing is for sure; he will not be doing it again.
When he arrived home he was met with the unpleasant sight of his two sons having a heated wrestling match shouting at each other; one calling the other a little shit and the other screaming an ear-piercing screech demanding that he deserved it. John had no idea what Dean "deserved" or who started the fight or what happened and personally he did not care. What he wanted was some peace and quiet. He had enough of idiot kids today. The last thing he wanted was to come home see his boys acting up and fighting like toddlers who didn't want to share their toys. He taught them better than that.
He was tired, frustrated and downright grumpy and was in no mood to put up with any of his boy's nonsense. John noticed that Sam and Dean were at each other's throats lately and he knew it was all because of that stupid prank war they were doing. He found most of the pranks to be harmless, but it soon turned into intense disputes. The jokes were starting to get rather cruel and they were getting irritated and angry with each other.
It was only last week when John had to give Dean one hell of a spanking for gluing Sam's ass to the toilet seat. It took him an hour to peal his son's ass off the seat all the while listening to Sam complaining about how much a buttmucher asswipe backstabbing conniving dipshit Dean was and how his life sucks. John definitely understood his boy's vexation, but after the first 10 minutes of non-stop whining it got old really quick. John at some point during that hour of misery told Sam something along the lines of "be quit" and "just because I can't smack your ass now does not mean I will not later." It was an unpleasant experience to all parties concerned; Sam obviously due to his unfortunate predicament, John having to extract his son from the toilet and listen to Sam's complaining and Dean whose ass John busted. John made it admittedly clear that the prank wars ended there. Sam complained about that, apparently not liking that Dean had the last laugh, but John was having none of it. "You both will knock this prank shit off before I knock it off for you. I will beat both your asses until you see sitting as a luxury and that is a promise! Am I understood?" The order was pretty clear and he got two yes sir's, but, Sam and Dean were both very stubborn and willful something that they got from John much to his chagrin.
Once in the kitchen John reached for the fridge handle and opened it to get out a much needed bottle of dark beer.
"Dad!" Dean shouted from the corner.
It was too late. John was immediately met with a rather powerful jet to the face of carbonated Root Beer.
"Son of a…" John stumbled back completely startled almost slipping on the now very wet floor. He held out his hands to steadying himself.
"Bitch!" He bellowed out finishing his thought. He wiped his hand over his soaked face and stared at the fridge in shocked. He saw the two liter Root Beer bottles that were taped to the inside of the fridge angled in an upward position and the string that pulled the caps off. John taking in what was before him started to stiffen and his eyes narrowed snapping his head towards his oldest. Dean who was staring at his dad dumbfounded quickly turned back to the wall.
It was hard to catch John Winchester off guard and surprise him with anything. Dean had always thought it would be a joyous moment when or if he ever had the pleasure of doing so. He had never thought it would be anything like this, but despite his ass being on the line it was utterly satisfying and amusing. He squeezed his lips tightly together trying to stiffen a laugh that was in his throat. He's dad's face was hysterical.
John's face was saturated in sticky soda. Tiny drops of liquid gathered on the ends of his hair and dripped down onto his soaked through plaid shirt that clung to his body. John stared ominously at the back of Dean's head breathing in and out heavily. He clenched his hands into fists feeling his body tense. He was not happy.
John turned back to the fridge and slammed that door shut making Dean and Sam both jump. Dean heard heavy footsteps in his direction.
Oh shit.
Dean sucked in a breath when he heard John's footsteps suddenly stop. A shadow cast over him and clearly heard John's ridged breathes and a faint smell of sugar something he did not associated with his dad very often, but at this moment he could not think about anyone else. Dean's body went stiff and squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation of a swat. After a good long second of nothing Dean opened one eye confused.
His dad couldn't possibly think it was funny.
John suddenly grabbed Dean by the nape of the neck pulling him out of the corner and marching him towards the kitchen area. Dean stumbled over his feet as John was not concerned with guiding his son gently to the crime scene.
Nope he did not find it funny at all.
Once in the kitchen John stopped in front of the big puddle of root beer on the floor. He pushed Dean's neck down with a bit more force making him bend over slightly making sure his son would get a good look at the large puddle on the floor.
"Clean. This. Up." John emphasized each word with a dangerous calmness with a tone that rumbled his vocal cores.
"Yes, sir." Dean said automatically looking at the dark soda that covered the kitchen floor. John let go of Dean's neck allowing him to straighten up.
"I am going to take a shower. By the time I'm finished I want this cleaned up completely and your ass back in that corner...SAMUEL TURN AROUND!" Sam whirled his head back to the wall. How did his dad see him?
John taking in a heated breath continued calmly straining to keep his composure and anger in check. "Both of you will remain in the corner until I say otherwise…"
"But I didn't do…" Sam began to say to the corner.
"SAMUEL ERIC WINCHESTER! Do you want to go over my knee right now?"
Sam jumped and felt his chest tighten. "No, sir."
"Then shut up." John growled his patience all but spent. He turned his attention back to Dean.
"Clean it up." John ordered sharply and did not miss the glint of amusement in his boy's eye as Dean said "yes, sir" and moved to obey.
John stormed off to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
Dean went to the linin cabinet where there were extra towels and began to sop up the mess. He got on his hands and knees and began to clean. After a minute Dean felt eyes on him and he looked up to see his brother staring at him from the corner with an unreadable expression. Dean blinked and then slowly a humorous smile began to form on his face. Sam quickly matched it and they both snickered at the whole situation.
They were careful to laugh softly for their dad was just in the bathroom. It was not long before they heard the water running. Dean quickened his pace. His dad does not take long showers.
The whole situation was ironically funny. Sam was the one that was supposed to get a face full of root beer, but it turned out to be the one person that could beat his ass for it. Their dad was never caught off guard; in anyway Sam or Dean tried it, whether it be a surprise scare or a confession of wrong doing he always just seemed to know, but not this time. It was quite a spectacle to see their dad's shocked face covered in soda trying to comprehend what just happened to him.
John let the hot water run down his tired face washing away the dirt, sweat and soda. He growled slightly as he pushed his hair back with his fingers. He loved his boys, but sometimes he had a mind to strangle them. They both were getting to an age where playing with hot wheels was just not enough to keep them entertained. No. His boys apparently needed to find creative ways to prank and humiliate one another to the point where they would lash out and John would have to step in. His boys were smart and inventive in their pranks and John had to admit they were creative. He just wished his boys would take that creative thinking and channel it constructively. He began to feel his temper cool down as he focused on scrubbing his body. John then felt his lips curl up slightly letting out a small snort. He was taken off guard and almost fell on his ass. He must have a been a sight soaked in root beer looking like a kid that had been shot with a squirt gun, no not squirt gun, more like a fire hose. Mary would have laughed. John felt a sudden pain in his heart as he remembered his wife's smile and sweet giggle.
Flashback
Mary let out gasp as she saw John and the two bags of grocery come crashing down onto to the ice-covered driveway. John grunted loudly as his back hit the solid ice. Ow.
Mary busted opened the screen door and came running over to see if he was okay. There was a terrible ice storm for the past week and it had finally let up. John insisted that he go out and grab the groceries.
"Are you okay, sweetie?" She asked looking down at John.
"Mmm" John hummed as he squinted his eyes slightly. It wasn't a soft fall.
Soon Mary started to giggle putting a hand over her mouth and snorting.
John narrowed his eyes playfully with a fake sternness. "You think this is funny, do you? Me falling on my ass?"
"Oh John…" Mary said continuing to laugh. "Where's your sense of humor?"
Mary began to move closer to him when her foot caught on a particularly icy spot and fell.
"Shit." She exclaimed as her bottom hit the hard ice. Her face was all void of the once humorous smile and the laughing had ceased for the moment. She looked around dumfounded.
John began to laugh turning his head slightly towards his wife. Mary gave him a look and scrunched her brows together. It hurt.
John gave his wife a knowing look and gave her a mischievous smile before saying "Oh Mary. Where is your sense of humor?" It wasn't long until that beautiful smile came back on her lips.
"Right here John Winchester." Mary said as she slid over to him giggling with a mischievous smile on her face.
End of Flashback
The memory of Mary was sweet, but very painful and John quickly pushed it out of his mind and focused on the task in front of him; a small defense to his heart that he often used to prevent him from going into a depression. It had been many years since her death, but John's heart was still broken. It was like a deep wound that would never fully heal. He loved that woman. So much. And she had blessed him with two beautiful boys that were in need of his attention. John dried himself off and put on some clean clothes.
Those boys better be in the corner.
Dean was not afraid of his dad. Well…maybe he was, but not in the way that one would fear a criminal or an assailant. His dad was a gruff hard man there was no doubt about that. He was harden by life and driven by grief of losing the love of his life and an uncanny desire for revenge and to protect his children. The only thing Dean really feared was letting his father down along with his little brother and deceased mother. It was a lot of weight put on the 12-year-old's shoulders, but he would bear it. Like all the Winchesters he had a great love for his small family. He was a selfless child. John knew his boy had a selfless heart and John marveled at his son's determination and loving nature which he sadly did not express as often as he should have. Dean was brave, charming and had a smart mouth which often found him in trouble.
John walked out of the bathroom and saw both of his son's noses in their corners. John stared at Dean's back seeing shoulders shaking, undoubtedly laughing silently. His hopes for hiding his amusement were useless. John knew exactly what Dean was doing and shook his head. John was sure it was funny now. However, John doubted the humor Dean would see in getting his ass spanked.
Instead of addressing his son's right away John went to the kitchen to get what he wanted since he came home. John was slightly weary about opening the fridge again, but his son was not that stupid. He doubted Dean would dare risking John's wrath on purpose. He swiftly opened the fridge and was gladly met by nothing more than his six pack he bought yesterday. John gabbed a bottle twisted the cap off and took a swing. He closed the fridge door and sat at the kitchen table taking his time as he enjoyed the quiet and the smooth taste of his beer.
John had nearly finished when he noticed his boys beginning to squirm. They were becoming antsy, especially his younger son who never succeeded in being still for very long. Being in the corner was not supposed to be fun, it was a punishment and as a punishment in John's eyes it was not meant to be comfortable. They were to stand straight, toes to the baseboard, nose practically touching the corner and eyes straight ahead. There was no talking, fidgeting or turning around. Hands were to be at their sides so John could see them and prevent fidgeting. Even rubbing after a spanking was not allowed while they were in the corner, arms were to be by your sides. It was a difficult thing to do and John knew that. It took a lot of will power for young boys, but it was doable.
John finished his last swallow of beer and smacked it down on the table, not too hard, but hard enough to be heard. It was an indication that John was ready to deal with his boys now and Sam and Dean hear it loud and clear. John walked over to the coach purposely and took a seat. He leaned his elbows on his knees and let his forearms hang loosely in between.
"Boys! Front and center." John ordered with a full authoritative tone, the military man coming out in his voice.
Sam and Dean gladly got out of the boring corners and went to stand in front of John. Although the wall was rather dull to look at, John's face was not exactly a better sight to see. His face was firm and ridged. He did not look furious like he did after he got pelted by the jet stream of root beer, but his face held a dark shadow and his eyes narrowed in on his sons.
Sam seeing his dad's face immediately began to plead his case. "Dad I didn't do it."
Dean snorted. "No? Why don't you tell him that you called Nancy and told her I am GAY!"
Not but ten minutes before John came home Sam had called Nancy, a girl that Dean had a crush on and told her Dean was gay. Dean was absolutely pissed to say the least. Sam thought it was the perfect way to get Dean back from the toilet seat incident. Apparently, instead it was the perfect way to get Dean pissed and start a fight. That's when their dad showed up.
"You glued my ass to the toilet! You deserved it, you Jerk!" Sam spat bitterly.
"Stop being a little bitch!" Dean shot back.
"ENOUGH!" Both Sam and Dean stopped and looked at their dad.
"Now I have had it with this prank war shit. Didn't I say to end it?" John growled give both his sons a firm glare.
Sam and Dean both looked at each other almost like they were simultaneously recalling John's words. Oh they remembered alright, but at the time, for both boys, it was worth it. Was it worth it now? Sam and Dean were rethinking it. For two little boys who hated spankings they were sure asking for it. "Answer me."
"Yes, sir." Dean said dipping his head down while Sam was sifting nervously looking all over the room, but at John.
"Sam?" John prompted glowering.
"Yes, sir." Sam mumbled.
"And what about that was unclear to you boys? Did you think I said it just to hear myself talk?!" John growled feeling his frustration build up.
"No, sir." The both replied to the floor.
"And what did I say would happen if you didn't knock this shit off?" John asked not particularly caring who answered. He both knew they remembered.
Sam's eyes widened and began to panic. "No! Dad! Dean is the one that glued my ass to the toilet seat. He deserved it! I couldn't just…"
"Yes, you could have, Samuel. I am fully aware of what your brother did and I punished him for it. It is not your job to decide what Dean deserves."
"But he…" John's words seemed to go in one ear and out the other. His youngest just never knew when to stop talking.
"SAMUEL! Do you need help shutting up?"
"No." Sam gritted out. His dad doesn't discuss ever. He just talks and you are supposed to listen and say yes sir. Dean got it, but Sam usually did not.
"Excuse me? No what?" John said in a low warning tone that evidently suggested that Sam was pushing it. Boy, you better answer me respectfully.
Sam recognizing the tone and wisely decided to say "No, sir."
"Now. What. Did. I. Say?" John was losing patience.
"That…well…you basically said we would get a spanking." Dean didn't want to say exactly what his dad had said, for some reason, it always sounded worse the way his dad threatened. He wanted to answer his dad promptly mainly for his brother's sake trying to ease the tension so Sam wouldn't just end up over his dad's knee before the actual spanking. It happened quite often.
John looked at his eldest. Yes that was it. A spanking he promised and a spanking they shall receive.
"Basically? There isn't anything "basically" about it, little boy. It was a promise. That I fully intend to keep." John said very firmly as he gave both his boys a look that sent a shiver up their spines. Both of his son's faces went pale and stood before John looking very nervous and uncomfortable.
After letting his sons stew on his words for a few moments. His eyes locked on his eldest giving him a pointed look. "So, Dean, since you had the last laugh so to speak perhaps you should go first." John said lowly as he folded his hand together with his elbows on his knees.
"Oh come on, dad. It wasn't meant for you. How was I supposed to know you would be home so soon? It wasn't my fault." John almost snorted at that. Not his fault? It was completely and undoubtedly his fault. "Dad we promise we will stop the prank wars now. We promise. No more. We didn't mean it." We? John was always amazed at his eldest uncanny ability to snap into big brother mode when they were both about to get it. Dean always seemed to aid his brother when it came to just before the punishment when John had already made up his mind to dish out ass beatings, by that point it was too late anyways. John wished Dean would be the responsible big brother before the mischief started, but it was unlikely and wishful thinking for both his boys were determined, strong-minded and mischievous. Dean was still very much young himself and has already shown ten times more responsibility then the average twelve-year-old. It was hardly fair to expect him to be as mature as an adult would be, but John expected much of Dean and held him accountable.
"Oh you meant it, little boy. In fact, you both were determined to see who could humiliate the other the most. Your motives were malicious and your pranks were mean. I've had enough." John's voice was hard, but it held a strong weight of disappointment in it that both Sam and Dean did not miss.
"Sam. Go to put your nose in that corner and wait your turn." John ordered pointing to the far corner where he was not but a few minutes ago. Sam made a pitiful face dreading going back to the boring wall. He let out a small whimper, but obeyed none the less putting his nose back in the corner to wait for his turn to for his dad to whack his butt.
"Dean. Pants and boxers down." John ordered his eldest wanting to get this over with. Despite John giving his boys a quite a few spankings in their lifetime he disliked doing it each and every time. It hurt him more than his sons would ever believe; perhaps one day they would understand.
"Ohhhh come on dad. Where's your sense of humor?"
That was the wrong thing to say and Dean recognized that immediately when his dad shot up from his seat and with lightening like reflexes undid the button on Dean's jeans grabbed the waist band and with swift accuracy yanked them down to his knees, sat down and jerked his twelve year old over his knee. Dean blinked rapidly trying to comprehend what just happened as his dad adjusted him over his lap. "Daaaaaad" Dean whined feeling his face turn red with embarrassment at his dad's actions. His dad hadn't taken his pants down for him for a spanking since he was seven or eight. John replied with a solid swat to his son's bottom. Dean grunted and jolted forward at the impact.
"You've got nothing to complain about, little boy. You wanted to give me lip and not follow orders. I've got no problem taken your pants down for you."
Dean let out a groan and began to grit his teeth as his dad's hand kept coming down on his exposed backside. Dean always felt he was too old for spankings at age twelve, but his dad didn't and that was all that mattered because what his dad says goes. His dad was not lite with his ass beatings either. They hurt. Over the years Dean found his dad to be very good at almost everything he did. He practiced constantly working determinedly on things that he needed to improve on until he got it down to his satisfaction which was almost always close to perfection in Dean's eyes. He was beginning to think beating his ass was no different, each time he seems to have improved on making it suck worse since the last time Dean's ass met with John's hand. His dad knew his movements, his sounds and his tolerance. It sucked.
He was now wishing he had said yes sir and not asked his dad where his sense of humor was which apparently was nonexistent or just didn't find Dean very funny. Dean hissed as his dad moved his punishing hand to the lower portion of his butt. Dean started to squirm and his eyes were beginning to prickle with unshed tears as sobs escaped his trembling lips. He was trying to hold back like he always did, but like every time before it was proving to be too difficult and the sting was too much.
"Owwww! O-okay dad. Stop. I-I g-get it." Dean sobbed out gripping onto the seat cushion.
"Hummm. You don't think this is funny?" John asked seriously with a tone that rumbled deeply.
"N-no, s-sir." Dean's voice was strained and pitiful his usual smug and carefree self had all disappeared.
"I didn't find getting pelted in the face by root beer to be very funny either." John said deeply scowling.
Dean couldn't help but smile slightly remembering John's priceless face of pure shock. Dean let out an odd sound that John recognized right away as a muffled short of amusement.
John ceased the spanking for a moment pausing resting his stinging palm on his son's heated seat. "Is getting your ass spanked amusing you Dean?" John practically growled as he lifted his leg pushing Dean's ass higher in the air. Dean's eyes widened and swallowed hard as he knew exacting what his dad was going to do. Oops.
John then raised his hand and began to let Dean know that this was no laughing matter.
Dean responded accordingly as John rapidly smacked his tender sit area. Hard. "Ahhhhhhhhh! OWWW! Ow, ow, ow, ow!" John continued convincing Dean smack after smack that none of it was funny anymore.
"You think any of this is funny right now, young man?"
"Nooooooo s-sir. NO!"
"Good! Cause I sure as hell don't think it's funny and I don't hear you laughing anymore either."
Dean was regretting greatly for snorting. Hell he was greatly regretting starting the stupid pranks at all because right now, at this moment, it was NOT worth THIS. Dean's bottom was on fire he could feel the heat radiating off of his backside. It HURT. John continued to spank the small squirming bottom before him. Dean was crying openly now, very sorry and very sore. John believing Dean had learned stopped the spanking and as always put a comforting palm on his back. John looked down at his son's bottom which was a deep red color. It looked to be a well punished backside.
Dean was still crying quite a bit and when he tried to get up John pushed him back down. Dean let out whine. Dean always wanted to speed things up skipping the importance of settling down and John almost always forced Dean to slow down. Once he was down to sobbing softly John grabbed his arm and gently guided his son up who immediately reached down and pulled up his boxers and pants swiftly over his very tender bottom. Dean hissed and gritted his teeth as the fabric skidded over his sore skin. After his dignity was taken care of Dean sniffled and quickly wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. John gave Dean a serious look and pointed a finger to the spot directly in front of him. John always liked to have his boy's full attention when he spoke. Dean obeyed and subconsciously reached back giving his bottom a good rub. Once Dean caught John's eye realizing what he was doing stopped. John almost rolled his eyes. Dean always wanted to look tough in front of his dad or anyone for that matter.
"I know your sore, boy. You don't have to play Mr. Tough Guy all the time Dean." John said gently trying to reassure his son that he didn't have to put up such a hard front. He had just been spanked very soundly and was allowed a little vulnerability.
Yet despite what John had said Dean bravely, but not convincingly mumbled out "I'm fine."
"Hummm. That being said you need to keep that mouth under control. You not following orders and talking back to me is not like you, but if you want to test me. That's fine. Just know you will sorely regret it." John warned giving his son a very stern look.
"I'm sorry, dad." Dean mumbled feeling pain in his heart for disappointing his dad.
"I'm sure you are." John rumbled lowly.
"And about the prank wars and the soda thing…it wasn't meant for you."
"Next time you want to pull a prank on your brother or anyone else. Just remember this Dean. If I get caught in one of your idiotic pranks again whether it was intended for me or not, I don't care what it is, your pants are coming down and your bare ass will get spanked with my belt."
Dean gasped slightly at that. He has never been spanked with his dad's belt before bare or covered. That was an incomprehensible horror. His dad's hand hurt enough. A belt? Yeah he is pretty sure that would hurt worse.
John looked at him with the upmost seriousness giving him a firm look. "Are we clear?"
Dean swallowed. "Yes, sir."
John nodded curtly. He rubbed his stinging palm with his calloused fingers. There was a few moments of silence then John looked up at his son who was tentatively touching his aching bottom. John lips curled up slightly. It was astounding how much his boy was a resemblance of his beloved Mary from his green eyes to his dusted lighter hair to his kind heart. God Mary if you could see him now, darling. John couldn't help, but beam with pride; John didn't know what he would do without his boy.
"You know your mother asked me that once." John said with a slight smile at his eldest.
Dean scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.
"She asked me where my sense of humor was." John explained.
Dean looked somewhat surprised hearing anything about his mother. His dad didn't like to talk about her too much. Dean knew it made him sad. Dean often was pained by the small memories he had too. He felt a heaviness in his heart; quickly hiding that feeling Dean looked at John accusingly. "Bet she didn't get spanked for it."
John chuckled at Dean's comment. Dean smiled. His goal was to get his dad to laugh hoping it would take away the sadness his dad was feeling as well as his.
John was taking back remembering fondly of his wife and her sense of humor and yes John had spanked her a few times in her life, but not the way Dean was thinking.
When John did not answer for a few long moments, lost in the memories of his wife, Dean was starting to feel nervous. Husbands don't spank wives? Do they? Like punishing them? No, they don't do that, do they?
"You didn't dad. Did you?" Dean asked sounding a bit unsure.
Oh John did. John remembered having a bit of fun in the bedroom, but he was not about to tell his twelve year old boy that.
John smiled at his boy. "No, son."
Dean sighed slightly in relief he couldn't imagine his dad spanking his mom for talking back and even still if she did. He felt his dad would be the one in huge trouble afterwards.
John put a hand behind his son's head and pulled him into his chest giving the top of his head a quick kiss. He had to pull the boy down a bit more then he remembered. His son was getting tall. John smiled warmly holding onto his boy for a few more seconds then pulled back before his Dean got a chance to express his thoughts about chick flick moments. However, the embrace was greatly welcomed and Dean needed it more then he cared to admit.
"Alight. I want you in the shower." John said nodding his head towards the bathroom door turning his son around and giving his butt a solid swat. It wasn't hard and normally he wouldn't even flinch, but on his sore bottom that John Winchester inflicted, that was a different story.
Dean spun around and shot an accusing look at his dad. Frowning as he rubbed his tender cheek. John tilted his head to the side slightly raising an eyebrow with a hint of a small smile playing on his lips.
"Where's your sense of humor, Dean?"
Dean's eyes widen dropping his jaw slightly at first. Then Dean rolled his eye playfully. "Right here, dad." Dean said giving a small smile proving to his dad he hadn't lost it.
John shook his head and gave his son a warm-hearted smile. Even though Mary was gone he still got glimpses of her in Dean. There were many moments that Dean brought Mary back, but sadly John didn't notice too often. But this time he did and it warmed his heart with happiness and love for his son. John felt his throat tighten and before this truly turned into a chick flick moment John ordered "Alright son, get your sense of humor in the shower."
"Yes, sir." Dean said grateful he didn't have to go back in the corner while Sam was being spanked. Dean walked stiffly over to the bathroom, but despite his uncomfortable backside he did not miss John's loving tone and soft eyes. Dean smiled; his dad was still proud of him and loved him. Once Dean had shut the bathroom door John turned his head to look at his youngest who was fidgeting in the corner. Best get this over with.
"Alight, Samuel. Out of the corner. Front and Center, boy. Your turn."
The End.