I've always wondered about the guys as Kids and this story is a glimpse into how I think they were raised! Please enjoy and I do not own Supernatural . This is a discipline fanfic. Be kind Review :)

Chapter 1: Wee!Chesters…..

The hot humid weather had John wiping his forehead with the back of his large calloused hand as he sat on the old wooden swing. He looked out into the front yard at his two boys while drinking his bourbon iced black tea. They were playing a game of tag and he thanked his lucky stars Dean and Sammy had each other. So many things about their lives changed constantly: schools, moving, and friends but they'd always be brothers. John found comfort in that sentiment and looked down at his watch grumbling to himself.

"Boys, it's time to come in and get some lunch." He yelled

Dean looked up at his Dad and smiled. He had been playing in the blazing heat with Sammy for an hour and he was starving. His white t-shirt stuck to him soaked with sweat, but he'd hoped that Sammy would be getting tired. He was easier to control if he was sleepy or else, he was a nine-year-old ball of energy.

"Yes sir," Dean yelled back.

Sammy took the opportunity to tag Dean one last time and turned running for the house. As he looked back to see if Dean was chasing him, he tripped over a gopher hole landing on his knees. At first, as Dean ran to him, Sammy seemed fine, but when he saw Dean he burst into tears. John ran down the three stepped rickety porch to Sammy and scooped up his little boy holding him to his chest. "Sir, I'm sorry." Dean blurted out

John looked at Dean bewildered because there wasn't a reason he should be apologizing. "Dean, did you push him?" Dean looked mortified by his Dads question, he'd rather die than hurt Sammy. John could see Deans stance get defensive, "Well then son, this wasn't your fault. Sammy needs to be a little more careful when running and looking back." John chuckled. Dean nodded grinning and followed John into the living room where he sat Sammy down on the old beat up tan couch.

"Now sit here Sammy and catch your breath. Daddy looked and there are no scratches we need to patch up. You just got the wind kicked out of you." John smiled down at his little boy and turned walking into the kitchen wracking his brain on what to make for lunch. Dean sat next to Sammy offering him comfort and asking him if he was hungry.

John had picked the small two-bedroom house for them to stay in this summer so they could train, and it would be discreet if he had to leave for a job. No one would come around the house and be suspicious if the boys were left alone. The hot, sticky southern air of Tennessee had made everyone miserable though and cranky, but Dean tried to make the best of it for Sammy's sake. The only blessing was the house had central air conditioning, but they didn't get to enjoy it much, as John had them out in the heat often training.

He didn't like the boys to stay in the house and watch the 13 channels the T.V. offered, no he wanted them to grow stronger and faster this summer. He had them on a strict training schedule, but it excluded the weekends when he was there. He wanted to spend time with his boys and as he stirred the macaroni n cheese, he heard arguing from the living room. Great, he rolled his eyes and took a deep breath in. Patience, that was his training this summer, because the boys were at an age where they fought about everything.

The macaroni was finished, and he was grateful to call the boys in before one of them got into some real trouble. "Dean! Sammy! Get in here and come get lunch! You don't want me to come in there." He yelled sternly. Yet, he didn't hear feet running to him and he started to get annoyed as he still heard screaming from the living room.

"No Dean, Daddy said I could pick what we watch today, and I want cartoons!" Sammy screamed

"Sorry runt but you can't because I'm going to watch Baywatch! So, shut it and give me the remote!"

John walked in to see Dean on top of Sammy trying to pry the remote from his hands. It had surprised John that Dean was having such a hard time getting it from Sammy and he found himself stifling a chuckle. The kid really wanted to watch cartoons and as Dean lifted his fist to punch Sammy, John found himself quick to anger.

"What the hell do you think you're doing Dean!?" Johns' voice boomed out

Dean looked up at his Dad surprised because he hadn't heard the man come in. He wouldn't really punch Sammy and was just threatening his brother. John walked over briskly grabbing the T.V. remote from Sammy's small hand. He suppressed the urge to swat at Deans backside and instead grabbed his right arm, peeling him of Sammy. John really tried to use spanking as a last resort to get his boys to fall into line but lately, with Dean getting older, he found himself quick to spank the boy. His boy was 14 now, he knew the rules of the house and to never hit his brother.

Over the years he'd taught Dean everything he knew and especially never to hurt his younger brother. He was to protect Sammy and usually did an amazing job, but hormones had made him more temperamental. The boy was quicker to anger than usual and this heat made it worst. Sammy froze, looking up at his Dad guilty because he'd been caught fighting and hoped his Daddy wouldn't put him in time out.

Dean stood up at attention and felt guilty for teasing Sammy and trying to steal the remote. As he looked up at Johns' face, he grimaced because his Dad had looked so angry and he wondered how much trouble he was in. John stood in front of Dean and even though Dean had shot up to 5'4 this summer, he was still much shorter than him. Dean lately thought he was a man because sometimes he hunted, killed creatures with a gun, but he wasn't.

"Report Dean," John growled out. He thought to himself that while he was wasting his time with child nonsense, their lunch was getting cold. Which in turn, started making him angry all over again and was eager to get this resolved. He glanced at Sammy who just sat up on the old couch with big eyes and he stared at Dean.

"Sir, we were fighting over the television and who'd get to watch their favorite show. It got a little out of hand and I was going to lightly punch Sammy to get the remote." Dean rushed out.

John looked Dean up and down, even though his boy was 14, he at this moment looked like a child waiting for punishment. John cleared his throat, "Here's what is going to happen. The remote is now mine and after we have lunch Dean and Samuel, you'll be running laps. You will stop fighting and if I hear you two," John put his hand on his belt buckle for intimidation "fighting again, there will be harsher punishments."

He turned to Sammy who gulped and grabbed Dean whose mouth hung open, by the back of his neck gently steering him towards the kitchen. Sammy followed and soon the small family was eating macaroni and cheese at the small wooden table. They laughed at Deans jokes and listened to Sammy's stories. John noticed Sammy's eyes get heavy and rubbed the small boys back, "Well kiddo, I think Dean should put you down for a nap while I do some research for Uncle Bobby." John sighed

"Daddy, I'm not sleepy though and I can put myself into bed for a nap!" He crankily yelled

John started to get irritated again, he just had a talk with his boys about fighting, he didn't think he'd need to include himself on the don't fight with me list. He felt his anger getting the best of him and Dean stared at his father. He knew the warning signs of a pissed off John Winchester. "Come on Sammy, I'll read you a story and take a nap with you." Dean encouraged "No Dean! I'm not sleepy and" Before Sam could finish his sentence John stood up, grabbing Sammy by the arm gently.

He'd never hurt his boy on purpose but lately, Sam had been testing boundaries and talking back. He knew what John said was law and hell, even what Dean said because Dean took care of Sammy 90 percent of the time when John hunted. He wouldn't put up with this disobedient behavior from a nine-year-old and led Sammy to his bedroom.

Dean and Sammy shared the powder blue bedroom as they'd always done but this time, they had separate beds and the room was decent in size. Sammy soon began to panic and cry looking for Dean to save him. "Dad, please, he's just tired and I can" John stopped still gripping Sammy's arm and looked back at Dean. "Listen, go wash your face and give us a few minutes. Then get back in here and take a nap with Sammy so you can run laps afterward." Dean wanted to say something but knew better and answered yes sir walking to the bathroom. Sammy cried harder and John sat on Sammy's bed.

He hated the distress he heard in his young sons' cries but knew better than to cave. "Samuel, I don't know what's going on with you today. You don't ever yell at Daddy or not follow orders." Sam looked down at his feet guiltily. John put his finger under his little boy's chin, tilting his head up and Sam's green eyes gushed tears. "I….i'm really sorry Daddy and please don't spank me with your belt. It'll hurt and I won't be able to ever sit again." He cried

Johns' heart melted like a wax candle and he knew he'd never use a belt on his little boy. Sam was too young but Dean, on the other hand, wasn't and thankfully Dean was behaving. John reminded himself Sammy was tired, and it was a huge part of why he was misbehaving. He also knew though, he needed to follow up with a stern punishment because following orders would keep his boys alive when hunting. "Well Sammy, next time I will use my belt because what I say, and Dean says goes. No backtalk and when I say to do something you do it right away. I'm the Dad, I know what's best for you tiger." With that, he turned Sammy to the side bringing his big calloused hand down on his little boys behind. He swatted him three times over his denim blue jeans and Sammy screamed out like he was being murdered. "Daddddy, I uhhhhm am sorry."

This wasn't a real spanking but some warning swats and as quick as they began it was over. John brought Sammy into his chest rubbing circles into his back, "I know you're sorry now, but it doesn't change what you did. Remember this Sammy because next time you backtalk, I will give you a real spanking kiddo." Sammy nodded his head into Johns' shoulder as he hoisted his boy up and lay him belly down in his bed. Dean awkwardly made his way to the bed avoiding his Dads gaze, "Okay Sammy, I picked a book to read before your nap. Then when we wake up, we'll do laps like Dad wanted."

Dean sat on the side of the bed running his hand through Sammy's warm brown hair, trying to calm his sniffling brother. John put his hand on Deans shoulder and Dean looked up. "Alright son, I want you to try to catch some shut-eye also. Right after you're finished reading, I hope to hear two sleeping boys snoring and when you wake up, I want those laps." John sternly said.

Dean caught up in the moment shook his head yes, one of his father's pet peeves and John gripped his son's shoulder a little harder in warning. "Ummm sir, yes sir, we will. How many laps in the yard sir?" Deans voice had a hint of anger behind it. He never liked hearing Sam get punished and was defensive when John swatted or spanked him. John took notice of his sons' tone but frankly was too tired to deal with it. Even with the air conditioning, the weather seemed to seep through the walls, and he felt drained.

"Sammy can do ten, but then he will sit and watch you finish out 15 laps. Afterward, I want you both to take turns taking a shower and get into pajamas." It was one o'clock and John wanted to watch the tv with his boys before dinner. A relaxing family night before he had to announce his departure tomorrow for a case in Memphis.

"Ah Dad come on, it'll only be like four in the afternoon, and that's too early for pajamas," Dean whined. John took his hand off Deans shoulder rubbing the stubble on his face trying to figure out what was going on! When did Dean ever backtalk and not take an order, this behavior was strange for John. Dean usually was obedient and John thought about when was the last time, he had to spank his eldest?

Maybe he'd gone soft and that's why his boys were trying to run all over him. They were pushing his limits and John felt anger boiling inside of him. He took a deep breath in and gave the death glare to Dean. His hands moved down to his belt buckle and Deans eyes grew large…