AN: all of these chapters will be individual spanking one-shots of the characters from supernatural, hope you like, R&R I want lots of reviews!

Dean is going to kill me, no worse he's going to make me suffer by making me incapable of sitting for a week. I know the exact punishment Dean prefers and I am so going to get it this time.

I was supposedly at the library studying for my college exam, the only problem with that is the library closes at eight p.m. and it is now three a.m. and I had twenty-seven missed calls and nine voicemails. I deleted them all knowing right away they'd just be Dean, first worried and wondering, then angry and threatening.

I was actually down at the beach getting wasted with my friends. Well I wouldn't say wasted I had three beers maybe four, or seven, okay so maybe I lost count. I know I shouldn't have but peer pressure, what was I supposed to do?

That wouldn't go over well with Dean I know exactly what I should have done. I should have told Dean where I was going instead of lying, and taken whatever stupid rules I got if he would have let me go. I have been on good behavior lately so I think he would have, maybe.

I never know with Dean, and it's easiest to catch him in a good mood, which he wasn't in when I left. So I lied, and accepted the fact that the latest I could probably get away with was ten p.m. but that didn't work considering I just woke up. I had to think of a good excuse and fast.

"Dude, are you okay?" A cute blonde named Melissa asked me. I wondered for a second if I took her home for Dean if he'd spare me. That would never work for many different reasons. There's grand theft hottie, okay so maybe that was the main reason. Ugh I had to snap out of this.

I put my hand on my head, "Yeah I'm fine, I have to go though."

"Why?" She purred, "You could just stay here with me..." Okay so there was option two, and it seemed pretty good. But I couldn't. If I left Dean waiting any longer he'd probably be raiding the town for answers.

I sighed gently pushing her off of me, "I can't I have to go, sorry."

"Whatever loser." She said walking away to go find her next victim. I almost called her a bitch but I knew exactly what my dad or Bobby would do if they ever heard me talking to a girl like that. I shuttered at the thought of it. That was definitely not option three I knew better and even though I had a massive hangover I wasn't that out of it.

I slowly got up and after finding my shoes I walked myself to the parking lot. After losing whatever it was I ate the night before, I immediately felt a lot better and was capable of thinking. I was in desperate need of some Ibuprofen but no stores would be open this late that sold that luxury.

Instead I manned up and dumped the sand out of my sneakers before sliding them on, and then I took out my phone just as my older brother called, again, "Hello?"

"Where the hell have you been Sammy?" Dean asked angrily.

I flinched away from the phone, "Dean I can explain."

"I don't want to hear it right now, are you hurt?" He asked.

I thought about that, my head was killing me but besides that, maybe I could fake an injury?

"Sam I asked you a question and..."

I cut him off, "You expect an answer, yeah yeah, I know."

"You are so not in a good position to be smart mouthing me boy." Dean warned.

"I'm sorry." I answered meekly running my free hand through my shaggy hair as I leaned up against the impala.

"Answer my question." He ordered.

"No." I replied.

"No what?" He questioned.

"No sir... I'm not hurt." I answered.

"Well your ass is going to be hurting more and more with ever minute you take to get back here and explain yourself further so I suggest you hurry the hell up." Dean said.

"Yes sir, I'm on my way." I answered.

I heard a beep and the line went dead. He was definitely pissed off and it was a half an hour drive with even my speeding skills. Which meant with his it was maybe twenty minutes so it was time to speed it up a notch.

I hung up the phone and shoved it in my pocket before sliding into the impala. At least I had extra time to come up with an acceptable excuse now. Or at least one that would lessen my punishment a little bit.

I soared down the road racking my brain for the best excuse I could think of paying just enough attention to the road. But apparently not enough to the speedometer or the car coming up behind me, at least until the red and blue lights started flashing and the siren started going off.

"Fuck." I cursed as I put on the break and slowly wheeled the car over to the side of the road.

I froze angrily as the officer walked towards Dean's car. Why? Was this really my luck? Maybe this was karma, but really this much from one night? Didn't I already have enough coming to me when I got home?

I rolled down the window and he pointed his flashlight at me. I cringed away from the bright light, "Young man have you been drinking?"

"No, well yes sir, but it was hours ago like last night, so no sir not recently, well like not enough for me to be driving under the influence, it wore off and now I just have a hangover." I answered honestly.

"Step out of the car son." He instructed.

"But why I..." I tried.

"Now." He stated.

I sighed and angrily opened the door and stepped out.

"Do you have any ID on you?" He asked.

"Yeah in the car which you just made me step out of." I said gesturing angrily.

"Do not make this harder on yourself either you drop the attitude or you can spend the rest of your night in jail." He warned.

I sighed and fake politely asked, "Do you want to see it?"

"I would love to." He answered just as smartly. I grabbed my wallet and pulled out my ID glad that I was twenty-two and not twenty that would really have sucked. Then I remember my angry twenty six year old brother and immediately got nervous again.

"Look I really have to go so if there is any way we could hurry this up?" I asked.

"Don't speak." He examined the ID and ran it through his weird machine, "Where are you off to in such a hurry Sammy?"

"It's Sam and you told me not to speak." I answered.

He glared at me angrily, "You have two seconds to answer me before I handcuff you."

I don't know what possessed me at that moment, maybe the hatred for this guy, or an angry spirit trying to get back at me. I suspect it was the first explanation, and the most believable to normal people like this idiot, "Oh I'm so scared."

"That's it put your hands behind your back." He said putting his stuff down and grabbing his handcuffs off his belt. Damn it! I thought about running but he had my ID and if I resisted I would be charged for that mistake so I turned around and let him cuff me, "What about my brother's car?" I asked.

"Someone will come to pick it up." He answered as he locked the cuffs around my wrists. He shoved me up against it and grabbed the keys out of the ignition before locking the doors.

"So has your brother been your legal guardian?" He asked as he walked me to his car. I kept my mouth shut because I was on the verge of crying and I didn't want to start, I was so tired, and I couldn't even think about Dean, what he was going to do? How disappointed he'd be? It was all too much.

"It'll be better for you if you just cooperate." he said opening the back door. I slid myself in knowing that this was probably the last time I'd be sitting comfortably for a while.

I felt the tears streaming down my face, "Yes sir, and I'm sorry but please don't do this, I am going to be in so much trouble."

"You brought this on yourself son." He said as he shut the door. I started crying, needing to get it out of my system. He drove off and we sat in silence the rest of the ride to the station.

He unlocked the cuffs and nudged me into a cell before locking it, "What's your brothers name and number?"

"Dean Winchester," I answered.

"Number?" He asked.

"Please sir, I'm so sorry for how rude I was to you, and I will never speed or drink ever again." I begged.

"I want the number, now." He said.

"But don't you have better things to do right now? Wouldn't it be easier if you just..." I began.

"You listen to me boy, I tell you to do something and you do it, not the other way around understand?" He asked.

I cringed at how much he sounded like my father, "Yes sir." I answered reluctantly giving him the number.

I heard him talking on the phone and I badly wanted to know what Dean was saying.

"Dean Winchester?"

"Yes this is Sheriff Johnson."

"I was calling about your brother Sam, when I pulled him over he was driving one hundred and fifteen miles per hour on a forty five miles per hour road."

I had no clue I was going that fast, I am so screwed.

"When I tried to get information out of him he told me he'd been drinking last night, and then proceeded to give me an attitude. I warned him about it and when it didn't stop I brought him in, and he still resisted."

"Yes you can come get him."

"It's four hundred and fifty dollars."

I am so dead.

"Alright we'll see you soon, bye."

I didn't know whether it was lucky or unlucky that I was within walking distance from the house. It was lucky because Dean could make it here without an escort and get his car back. But it was unlucky because he made it here, and we would be back at the house all too soon.

My brother came tearing through the station fuming about fifteen minutes later according to the clock but it felt like it had only been five seconds since they had gotten off the phone. He stalked over to the cell and I backed up fearfully.

"Get your ass over here." He said pointing towards the ground in front of him. I quickly made my way to that spot and he stared into my eyes making me feel small, "You better have a damn good explanation Sammy."

I shook my head, "No sir."

He looked ready to throttle me right there in front of everyone but when the sheriff came over he put on his nicest smile and my shoulders fell, relieved, as I let out a breath of air.

He shook the man's hand, "Dean Winchester, my brother is very sorry for his behavior, aren't you Sammy?"

I turned away stubbornly this was all that damn cop's fault that I was in this mess. I knew that wasn't the truth but it was easier to blame this on someone else.

"Well you can trust that he will be, since he is going to have a very difficult time sitting or laying down." He said.

I spun back around and I could feel my face turning red, "Dean!" I whined feeling extremely embarrassed. I was immediately glad that us three were the only ones in this section.

"Oh trust me if you were one of my sons, I would do the same thing." The sheriff said making me blush further.

"Well I'm glad I'm not your son, I feel bad for the poor bastards who have to put up with you." I muttered smirking to myself.

"I'm so sorry about him," Dean started, "Sammy that was the last straw," He turned back to the sheriff, "would you open this please?"

I stepped back, "No Dean please! I didn't mean it, I'm sorry!"

The sheriff unlocked the door and Dean grabbed my arm, pulled me towards him, and quickly applied five sharp smacks. I whimpered, "Stop! Ow! I'm sorry!"

His grip tightened, "You should be telling him that not me."

I looked at the floor, "I'm sorry sheriff."

"I accept, knowing that you will be well taken care of." He answered.

"You have my word." Dean said.

"Then let's just forget about the fine, I'll let him off with a warning but if it happens again..." He trailed off.

"Thank you sir." Dean answered elbowing me, "Thank you sir."

Dean dragged me outside and we both headed towards the car. But before I could get the full way there he slapped me in the back of the head, "What the hell is wrong with you talking to a sheriff like that?"

"He pissed me off." I answered nonchalantly. Dean spun me towards him and grabbed my collar before slamming me up against the impala.

It wasn't enough to physically hurt me but it sure as hell got my attention which I'm positive was exactly what he was going for, "How many drinks did you have?"

I rolled my eyes and looked away, "Why do you care, you drink all the time?"

He slapped my face and I turned back to him, "Ow what the hell?"

Dean's voice became slow and dangerous, "Answer the question."

"Just a couple beers," I lied.

"Don't you dare lie to me Sam Winchester!" Dean yelled.

"Okay, I don't know I lost track, at least seven." I answered.

"Seven?" He asked, "What the hell is wrong with your head?" He sighed recollecting himself before looking back up and pushing me harder, "Are you okay? Do you feel sick?"

"No sir, I spread them out since I got to the beach at like five last night so I'm fine… and I kind of already threw up before I left. Even my headache is gone Dean, I'm fine, really."

His look of worry went away and he let go of me, "Good then we can get this over with tonight… get in the car."

Maybe I should have faked sick. But then he would have worried about me the whole night, and I would have probably felt guilty. Which would make him find out and I'd be in even more trouble. So I guess it was best to get this over with, but I still wish I didn't have to.

He opened the door and I slid in quickly desperate to keep my backside away from him. He slid into the driver's seat and turned the car on, "Close your door."

"Dean can we just…" I started.

He cut me off, "Closed the god damn door Sam!"

I grabbed the door and slammed it shut angrily earning me another slap upside the head, "I said close not slam, and you are only making this harder and harder on yourself, so unless you don't want to sit for the next month you better knock it the hell off."

"You couldn't do that if you tried." I muttered.

"You wanna bet? It's called I light your ass up once or twice every week, is that what you want?" He asked.

I shook my head, "No sir."

He drove off not saying a word, "Please don't Dean, I'm sorry I'll behave now I swear."

He remained silent, "What if you just ground me for a month?"

Silence, "Two months?"

My nervousness continued and so did I, "Okay Okay, I know I deserve one tonight and then just ground me for a month? Please Dean, no extra? I'll stop I swear."

I never thought I'd be asking to get grounded for a month but if it was between that and Dean's idea if I kept up an attitude, I would take that any day, well month I guess.

I fidgeted trying to stay silent but it was so hard, and I kept glancing at my older brother every five seconds to try to read the expression on his face but he was unyielding.

My nervousness had now overtaken my anger and I felt like jumping out of the car but it was too late because we were already home. So instead I did something else.

When Dean got out and shut his door instead of following I hit the lock switch for all the doors. Dean came around to my side and looked at me, "Let's go."

I shook my head and he tried to open the door. I briefly wondered if I could hotwire his car fast enough so I tried to get to the driver's seat but Dean had already pulled out his keys and hit the unlock button and before I knew it I was being pulled out of the car.

He pushed me towards the sidewalk and I tried to run but he grabbed the back of my shirt and sat me there, "Do not move or you will regret it."

"Yes sir." I answered. He shut the door and turned to me pointing at the car, "What the hell was that about?"

I looked away and his face turned thoughtful and then angry, he knew what I was about to try to do, "Would you have seriously tried to hotwire my baby and run?"

I answered as honestly as I could, "I was scared Dean, but I probably would have came back like a second later, it was a stupid idea and I'm sorry, please I'm just scared. You never threatened to do that to me before, please."

Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and I looked away tears falling again, "Pease don't Dean."

"Sammy, do you honestly think I'd ever hurt you? It's a spanking; I didn't threaten to stab you with a stake over and over did I?" He asked.

"No but it still hurts and once or twice a week for a whole month? That's not a spanking that's four to eight spankings." I whined.

Dean shook his head, "And if you ever have the nerve to pull anything like you did last night and this morning again I will follow through with it, instead you will receive a spanking tonight, and two months of grounding, and I mean nothing, no friends, no drinking, no television, you will come straight home do your college work, study, eat dinner, and go to bed, am I making my rules clear?"

"Crystal sir," I answered.

"Good because if you break any of them you will receive another spanking." He warned.

"Yes sir." I replied.

"Good, now get your ass in the house and go change into your pajamas." He said.

I scampered up and into the house, "I didn't hear anything!"

"Yes sir!" I called back.

Dean shut the door behind him, "Spank you."

"That's not funny you jerk!" I called.

"Shut up bitch." He retorted.

I smiled as I finished tying my pants for no reason, and slid on my shirt. I took a deep breath and shut our room light off before walking to the living room.

Dean sat on the couch waiting, "Sam you know exactly what you did, and why it was wrong so instead of taking the time for you to tell me I'll just recap because I'd like to sleep at some point."

I felt guiltier realizing that even though I fell asleep Dean stayed up all night worrying about me, "Sorry."

"Alright so you lie about where you're going and lie about a lot more things too that's one. You drink way more than you should that's two. Three you don't answer your phone. Four you almost get a speeding ticket going way too fast with my baby. Five you give attitude to a sheriff causing me to come pick my baby and my baby brother up, six you give attitude to me. Seven you try to get out of punishment. Those are the main things I can think about now, some of them should be counted as more but I'm going easy on you." He explained.

I nodded, "Yes sir."

"So if I give you three with the belt for each, how many is that college boy?" He asked.

I swallowed hard before speaking, "twenty-one Sir."

"Well at least I don't have to worry about you failing math," Dean commented, "Come here."

I took another deep breath and made my way to him, "Come on Sammy you definitely know how this works by now."

I pulled my silky sweatpants down and laid over his lap burying my face in the couch and putting my legs up. He waited a minute for me to position myself before beginning. The smacks were hard and sharp and he left me no time to recover in between, he was definitely serious about hurrying this up.

Which only made it even more painful for me, I got feel my skin growing hotter and hotter with every smack and the sting increasing along with it.

Dean tugged my boxers down to my knees and I tried not to squirm but I couldn't help trying to dodge the newly more intense smacks, "Sam if you don't stay still then you're going to get extra with the belt."

"Ouch, I'm sorry it owwww it hurts." I whined.

"It's supposed to Sammy that's what…" He started but I interrupted him, "Reminds me to behave ouch I know but it ow still hurts."

He landed five extra hard smacks as he spoke, "Don't interrupt me when I'm talking."

"Ouch okay I'm sorryyy." I cried. I couldn't stop the tears that were streaming down my face now, those five really hurt, why do I always have to open my big mouth and make him angrier?"

I was sobbing freely into the couch now and was extremely relieved when Dean finally stopped. That is until he stood me and himself up and started taking off his belt.

I backed away from him, "Dean please I'm s-sorry!"

"Sammy you endangered yourself the car, lied, were speeding, giving attitude, worried me sick, you deserve this and you know it don't you?" He asked.

"Y-yes s-sir b-but c-can't I at least get those ones tomorrow?" I asked.

"No Sammy." He answered.

l had my hitched breathing under control now, "But why not?"

"One you know better than to ask me why, if I say something you do it and two because it's not as effective when you haven't already been spanked with the hand first, so unless you want to do it all over tomorrow I suggest you bend your little sorry butt over the back of the couch." He said.

"You sound just like dad." I muttered.

"If I was dad you would have already been drug over to the couch forcefully is that what you want?" He asked.

"No sir." I answered.

"Good then get over here." He ordered.

"Yes sir." I wiped my eyes and bent myself over the couch as directed. Dean lay his hand on my back comfortably, "Good, I'll only give you two for each now, so fourteen since you cooperated."

"Thank you Dean." I answered.

"You're welcome buddy." He said comfortingly.

I braced myself for the first smack but it still wasn't enough to keep me from moaning at the pain. The next three came quickly and I started crying again, "Only ten more to go Sammy."

I whimpered and stared at the floor but my head jerked up and my grip tightened on the couch with every smack, "Five more."

The next crack caught me by surprise and I screamed, "Fuck Dean!"

The next three came quickly and I yelped and tried my best to avoid them, "Ouch Dean I'm sorry!"

"Don't swear at me. The last one's going to be the hardest Sammy." Dean warned.

I nodded and let out a deep breath. The last smack hit me and I jumped up and started rubbing my ass fiercely trying to get the sting out. Dean grabbed my chin, "Don't you ever worry me like that again do you understand me?"

"Yes sir." I answered rubbing the tears away from my eyes. He pulled me into a tight hug and I smiled at my brother's loving embrace.