Scenario: teen!chester parental spanking
Implement: belt

Author's Notes/Warnings: This is my first spanking fic. A lot of firsts this month as I have been reading fan fic for a couple of years, but only started finally writing it as of this month. I wrote my first in another Supernatural community and what a high it was. I was actually in the middle of another story posted over there, but I had been going through this community for a few days and I accidentally distracted my muse. There is some profane language in here, as is probably expected from a Winchester. While I wrote this to be a spanking fic, it's not gratuitous. I don't think there's anything but the allusion to spanking in the first chapter and that started me wondering if my fic will fit the bill for this community. This ended up being so long it became 4 chapters, 2 of which directly have your beloved form of punishment. I hope this isn't too much of a wait for ya! I was hesitant at first to post this here so I tried to see if there were guidelines the community wanted to follow. I thought I had read that some time ago. Then I saw someone posted a question about the kind of fics folk here like and I got the feeling most people were like me! John please! Close to canon please! Plausible please! No abuse please! So I'm taking the plunge and sharing my long tale with y'all.

Because I am pro-John, you will not find me letting him go nuts on these boys or be, in my estimation, unreasonable. As a matter of fact, I wrote this after years now of reading other spanking fics because I asked myself what did I think would actually drive John to lay a hand on his sons? I believe him to be a strict disciplinarian, sure. But I never got the feeling he spanked nearly as easily as many would like him to. Consider when Dean accidentally let the shtriga get to Sam. If ever there was a call for Dean to get his - after John was sure Sam was ok - that was the time. But he didn't. Or [SPOILER AHEAD IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN SEASON 9 YET] when Dean got sent to the boys home for losing the money John gave him and getting caught stealing. Sounds like an open-and-shut spanking case to me, but John didn't go there. However, if we listen to Martin in season 8, when he and Sam wanted to hunt Benny, Dean's response prompted Martin to say if their dad were there, he would be inclined to take them to the woodshed. Sam told him to shut up but he didn't say he was wrong. I suppose that's enough to show John must have used corporal punishment at some point. In my opinion, John was emotionally negligent at times, I'd even venture into sometimes, MAYBE emotionally abusive when he just didn't care how he came across at the moment or maybe if he had been drinking. He didn't easily give what his sons needed, but I think that's as far as I am willing to go on that topic. So I pondered what it might look like to drive him to the point of spanking his kids and this was my not-so-quick result. Hope it works!

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John didn't spank easily. He had to be pushed beyond his broad limits. He had to see no other way to get his boys back in line, for their own safety as well as for the restoration of John's authority.

The usual methods of discipline included running more miles in a day than either boy had done in the past. Cleaning every weapon in sight - twice. Making a buttload of salt rounds on a nice day when they really wanted to hang out somewhere. For Sam, taking away his books and laptop. For Dean, taking away his driving and dating privileges. They earned the occasional jab in the shoulder when their tone of voice began to try John's patience. John wasn't above yelling to keep his hands from doing what they wanted to do, but it really took a lot for John to full on whip his kids into submission literally. The boys did not have a mother figure so he expected them to act out. He expected rough treatment at the hands of each other. He expected rude behavior and course language, though they knew to never be blatant about it because, well, that could bring unnecessary trouble. John gave them room to be the boys they were and he knew he was still nursing his own grief and anger so he had to watch himself. He could not let his anger be displaced to the point of hurting his own children, his precious memories of Mary. No matter how old they got, they would always be his children whom he needed to protect. But they would test him. And John, in an effort to give them room to get their acts together, would instead take out his anger on the monsters he sought. A little hunting and tequila was good for the soul - and the behinds of his rough-and-tumble sons.

Still, the boys could go too far. It didn't matter if they were teenagers or not. They could go too far and John would have to snatch them back. In those times, Sam and Dean would find clarity, thanks to John's belt, and get back into their usual but restrictive places to squirm yet stay put for the longest time before they forgot once again that even their father - who had an unconventional kind of patience mistaken as the strictest of strict in the eyes of normal kids - could only be pushed so far. He could not let Sam or Dean resort to bringing great pain to the other because they had to stay a team. He needed them to at least maintain respect for each other when they were in the throes of another teenage squabble. If it ever seemed that respect was in jeopardy, John knew it was time to take action. If they ever did to each other what he knew he would kill over if a stranger had done it to either of them, then he knew they were too far out of line and needed to be reminded who and whose they were. And they were teenagers, so that cutesy over-the-knee, hand-to-butt action wasn't his method of choice. Belts did the trick. A switch if they were in the woods. Objects that tended to leave welts and so again, he had to think five times before going there. Normal people might see him take a belt to either son and cry abuse. But he knew different and so did they. Whether it was dad giving the punishment or one kid or the other being punished, they respected and loved each other enough to do it away from prying eyes and ears.

Sam and Dean knew a certain glare was their first warning. If John had to whisper to them or force their attention by standing in their personal space, they knew they had received the second warning. They got three strikes when John resorted to one of his primary discipline methods, leaving their hands aching from cleaning or their sides sore from running. They were sometimes allowed a fourth opportunity when John chose to separate them from what they loved, including each other, or even from a hunt they really wanted to be a part of. Five times was not charming, however, so there was no other choice. John needed to get physical.

Even with his boys growing like gangbusters and getting stronger every day, thanks to his training, they knew never to use that advantage over their father who at least still had some pounds on both of them and could conceivably still win in a tussle even if they were pretty much evenly matched these days. Sam was 13 now and just wanted to exercise his independence, but Dean would thwart his efforts causing Sam to lash out. Dean was being a jerk and he knew it. Sam was young, he knew, but he was doing things that would scare the crap out of other kids his age. He was drinking triple red-eye coffee for crap's sake. Surely that warranted a little freedom to do his own thing, didn't it? Dean was 17 and there was no way he was going to let his little brother run over his authority. He was second in command. He had taken care of Sam even when Sam fought him on it. He had sacrificed more than any boy his age ever should and still he hadn't complained - too much - because it was for the good of his family. He was keeping them safe. He was being the good son and when was that a bad thing? He had earned the right to sometimes be dictatorial when it comes to his little brother, hadn't he?

The storm had been brewing between Sam and Dean ever since Sam turned 13 some months ago. Sam had purposely been needling Dean and Dean had been a little heavier handed than he knew he should be, because he did get it. He understood Sam's rebellion, but still. He couldn't let that kind of behavior go unrewarded too long lest he lose his upper hand. As they poked at each other, played sometimes mean-spirited pranks that warranted their father's 1st and 2nd warnings, they would back off long enough to let John cool down, then come back at each other with even more intensity. When Sam and Dean started fighting over who was going to control the remote one rainy weekend, John knew they needed a vacation from each other and sent Sam to stay with Bobby for a little while. The expected effect was Dean relishing the quiet for all of one day before he started texting his brother jabs about being sent away and sending photos of him dangling Sam's prized possessions over a roaring fire. But he would always back down because he just wanted to know that Sam was ok. Sam, being 13, would sometimes fall for the rouse and sometimes accidentally on purpose pocket dial his brother so he could overhear Sam asking Bobby if he knew what Dean liked to do in the middle of the night when he thought Sam was sleeping. Sam could hear the tinny voice over the phone yelling at him to shut up and before Dean could hear if Sam went through with this threat, the phone would hang up just in middle of Sam's sentence. Of course Sam would never reveal his brother's inner life like that. He just wanted Dean to know he was ok.

But then Sam came home, and the peace was tenuous, only lasting a week before John brought home word of a hunt that Sam could help do the research on and Dean could help fight since it wasn't far from their current home. There was an old, boarded up boys home that had become a favorite site of many teen truth-or-dare games. It seemed boys were coming out of that place unable to talk about whatever they had experienced inside, leaving some of them in some sort of trance for weeks, others exhibiting behaviors that were extreme forms of their personalities. One boy was so out of it, he walked in front of a truck as he stumbled out from the surrounding woods. He seemed to see it coming. He did not stop. He did not survive. Something was affecting those boys and John, having boys of his own, was compelled to do something about it before someone else died.

John had the initial info he needed. The home was just the next state over, but not far from the state line, which put even the local kids at risk. John gave Sam what research he had and let Sam get started looking deeper into the history of the home while he and Dean made their way to a motel nearby so they could set up and start talking to the locals to see what else they could learn. Dean wasn't too keen on the place, the home calling up memories of the place he stayed last year when dad left him to think about his behavior for two whole months. Sonny had been really good to him though. Robin had been the start of his assent into manhood and like that, dad drove up and wiped it all away. Dean started to close his heart to girls then. Letting them be but curvy pieces in his little game of emotional keepaway. Still, Dean had good memories of the place. Most likely, with all that was happening, this particular home wasn't filled with happy memories. Clearly not, by the boys who managed to survive whatever they were finding inside.

John and Dean found some kids hanging out at the diner they stopped at for lunch. Sitting on the hood of their old cars, clearly up to nothing at all. Most likely this was the spot they met before going off to whatever adventures met their fancy that day. "Hold on, dad," Dean said when he noticed the gang eyeing them getting out of the car. Dean had been driving and from the narrowed eyes that stole glances their way, he suspected the classic ride gave him instant cred that may get the guys to open up a bit. "Can you give me a minute with them?"

"Dean..."

"Dad, please. Go inside. I'll let you know what they say."

John conceded that Dean would most likely get more out of them than he could, so he nodded his consent and strode into the diner, choosing not to look back. Dean watched his father enter the restaurant, glad his father was willing to give him this space, then turned back to the boys on their cars and snorted as he approached them.

"Hey," he greeted.

" 'Sup," one boy standing in front of a car said, crossing his arms as Dean approached. "That your ride or did daddy let you take it for a spin?" The other guys, one on the hood and two others on either side of the closest vehicle, snickered but stayed in their spots.

"Oh yeah, she's mine. The old man is in town and wanted to take me out to lunch, you know. Somewhere different. Trying to make up for taking off on me and my brother years ago and leaving my mom a wreck. We're new around here, actually live right over the line, but I just wanted to get out of there for a while, you know?"

The guy on the hood straightened his glasses and agreed. "Yeah," he said. "We sure do," he said nodding to the one standing in front of him. As Dean looked he thought he could see a resemblance between the two and figured the nerdy one was the brother of the other.

"Yeah well," the brother said, "your family business ain't none of our business and vice versa," he said looking at his brother, knocking him in the leg as he spoke.

Dean smiled and stepped forward a little more. The guy at the other end of the car started to move in time with Dean, suspicion written all over his face. "Well look," Dean said, "I just wanna get out when I can. Escape the brat and all the drama. Been listening out for places to hang and I heard something about some old home or something?"

The guys - except the boy on the hood - chuckled. "You don't want none of that, Impala. That place hauuuunted!" The boy on the other side of the car replied, making all but the boy on the hood break up in laughter.

"Yeah, well, I don't scare that easy," Dean said. "Do you?"

The first boy, clearly this little gang's leader, pointed his chin out at that. "What you tryin' to say?"

"Oh nothing," Dean answered, hands up to show he meant no harm. "I just figured you looked like the kind of guys who might know where to find some trouble, because I'm looking for some." Dean smiled that dazzling smile that charmed the girls and set the guys on edge.

"Take it somewhere else, Impala," the young leader said. "Let's go guys." The nerdy kid slid off the hood.

"I want to get some pie, Tommy. I...I can meet you at home later."

"Yeahhhh right," Tommy replied. "You just want to go in there to see that Stacy chick. She ain't eyeing you boy, don't you know that?"

Their friend on the other side of the car laughed. "Word is she's into smart dudes, little dude. Maybe you should go try to hit that!" The other guys laughed as two of them jumped into the one car and the other headed over to his. "Don't take all day, nerdy wan kinobi! Dad will be looking for you soon and you know what happens if you stay out too late! Don't call me if you can't get home in time!"

Tommy laughed as he started up his ride and the boys all peeled out on their way back the way John and Dean had come. Dean watched them go, the little nerdy guy by his side. He tilted his chin at him. "What's your name, dude?"

"Ralph," he said, adjusting his glasses.

"Ralph? That's unfortunate."

"It's a family name."

"Huh. Well, I'm Dean. So tell me Ralphie..."

"It's Ralph. Ralphie is a mamma's boy."

"Uh huh," Dean replied, half listening. "So tell me, Ralphie, what do you know about that boys home?"

"What's it to ya?"

"Well I hear folk been getting hurt?"

Ralph looked down at his hands, clearly a little uncomfortable. "My friend," he said. "My friend Steve, he was one of the popular kids. Hung out with me because I could help him with his algebra, but we found out we had a lot in common so we hung out, but on the DL, you know? He didn't want to ruin his reputation being seen with me."

"Nice friend," Dean replied.

"No, no. He was good to me. Really. He was showing me how to stand up to my father, my stupid older brother. He cared, it's just that in front of others, he tended to treat me like I was nothing."

"Like I said..." Dean said again.

Ralph shook his head. Dean sighed and clapped him on the back. "I get it, Ralph. He wasn't exactly perfect but he gave you something, right? It's better than being alone? I understand. So what happened to him?"

"He went in there, that house. I was with him but I stayed outside. I was too scared," Ralph added quietly. "He wanted to prove to me that it was no big deal, you know. It seemed like forever, and then I heard him screaming, 'Stop! No!' I tried to get in but I couldn't. I could have sworn that door was broken, but when I tried it it was locked and he was alone. Then he came out. Had this wild look in his eye, but it was like he was too stunned to talk. He was rubbing his thighs and he kept going. It was like he couldn't hear me calling him. The place is surrounded by woods and he just keep going until he got to the road and then..."

"Then what?" Dean asked.

"Bam. Truck came out of nowhere. Or maybe to that trucker, Steve came out of nowhere. He was roadkill, man." Ralph shuddered as he remembered.

"Ralph, is there some girl in that diner you were trying to talk to?"

"Huh? Oh well, Stacy. Yeah, she's not on duty. Should be in about 20 minutes though."

"Ok," Dean said. "Listen, Ralphie, can my dad and I buy you some pie? We'd really love to hear whatever else you know about that place."

"What? Why?"

"Because I think we can help. My dad? Always on the road? Stuff like this is the reason why. He heard about boys getting hurt in this place and you know, got all worried about us so here we are."

Ralph stared at Dean for a moment, then looked around him not really seeing anything else better to do. "Yeah," he sighed. "OK, if you really think you can do something."

"We can try," Dean said.