The beginning of this story is from Supernatural 5:22 Swan Song. It isn't word for word. I changed the wording to match my story. I'm making no money off of this and am writing for enjoyment. WARNING: contains parental spanking, turn back now!

On April 24, 1967 it rolled off the production line in Janesville Wisconsin. To most people it was nothing special, just a black 1967 Chevy Impala. But one day to one family it would be everything. It would also become one of the most important objects in pretty much the whole universe! But here's where it begins.

It was first owned by a man named Sal Moriarty who drove it around giving out Bibles on the Weekends, "gettin' folks right for Judgment Day." It was nothing glamorous. When Sal died, it ended up on a used car lot, Rainbow Motors, in Lawrence Kansas. It was bought by a young marine, John Winchester, on impulse after being persuaded by someone who would grow to love the car in the distant future.

You've heard people say if this old house could talk, oh the stories it could tell. Well, this particular Impala is a home to two rambunctious boys who get into their fair share of trouble.

Just a little background on the car. John and Mary weren't married yet when he bought it. It took a nervous groom to the chapel and an excited couple to their first home. Their oldest boy was conceived in the back. Both boys were brought home from the hospital in her too.

The oldest was four when he unbuckled and tried to get out of the car. He was jealous of the new baby. That was the first time of many that she was pulled over so Daddy could put a misbehaving child over his knee for a reminder to follow orders. The Impala soaked up all his tears. She was always there for him.

The night Mary died, the Impala was there to support John as he sat on her hood, held his boys and cried. This was the night that the car became their home. John needed revenge. He was consumed by it. He learned to be a hunter and he built a weapons case for it in the trunk and made a small paddle for the pocket in the door to show his son's the error of their ways. She became John's hunting partner and home to his boys Dean and Sam.

As the boys grew, they spent more and more time in her. She was where they ate, played and many times where they were punished. One such incident occurred on the way to visit their Uncle Bobby, a fellow hunter who has taken the young single father under his wing. Dean was nine and Sammy was five. They had been in the car for almost two days and were getting restless. Sammy wanted Dean to play army and Dean wanted to listen to music and draw. Sam stole one of Dean's army men and was playing by himself. Dean, being very protective over his stuff, pushed his brother and Sam started crying.

"Dean, what's going on back there?"

"Dad, Sammy took on of my soldiers."

"If he took one of your army men, then why is he crying?"

"I kinda pushed him."

"Kind of? You did or you didn't?"

"He did Daddy."

"Sammy, was I talking to you?"

"No Daddy but he did push me. I saw him."

"Samuel." John said harshly. "Well Dean your answer?"

"Yes sir I pushed him but he's got no right touching my stuff."

"I want you both to apologize to each other and sit down. We have a long way to go."

"Yes sir." They both said.

"Dean?"

"Yes sir?"

"We will talk about you putting your hands on your baby brother later. You understand me?"

"Yes sir." Dean pouted.

Sam heard the sadness in Dean's voice and felt bad for getting him in trouble. He was probably going to get a spanking and it was his fault. He didn't know how to make things better. He lightly elbowed his big brother.

"Knock it off Sammy."

"But Dean I just wanted..."

"I don't care what you wanted. You've got me in enough trouble now leave me alone!"

"I was gonna..."

"To stop bugging me that's what you were going to do!"

"Sam." John bellowed. "Leave Dean alone."

"I just wanted to..."

"Samuel did you hear me?"

"Yeah, but.."

"Samuel Joseph Winchester is that how you answer me?"

"No."

John waited but after Sam didn't respond he corrected him, "No sir?"

"No sir Daddy."

"Then answer me properly, leave Dean alone understand?"

"Yes sir." Sam whimpered.

Sam got angry. All he wanted to do was to tell Dean he was sorry and Dean's butt head got him in trouble too. He was going to get even with Dean. He grabbed the army man that they forgot to make him give back and he jammed it in the ashtray on the door behind Daddy. He turned it and twisted it. Then he felt guilty but he couldn't get it out. He tried hard but it wouldn't come out. He started to quietly cry.

Dean heard him and felt bad until he looked over and saw what he was doing and then he got really angry.

"Sammy what did you do to my soldier? Dad, Sammy ruined my army man."

"I was mad and I stuck it in here and I can't get it out." Sammy cried. "I didn't mean to. I was mad you wouldn't listen."

"Samuel, did you mess up the army man?"

"He's stuck Daddy." {and still is to this day}

"You're just mean Sam."

"Dean, don't call your brother names."

Dean whispered in Sam's ear. "Little bitch,"

"NO, I"M NOT!"

"Little bitch." Dean mouthed

"NO, I"M NOT!"

"Sam, no yelling!"

"Little bitch" Dean kept whispering or mouthing to Sam.

"I was just trying" Sam screamed.

"Sam, Dean STOP"

"to tell you I was sorry"

"SAMUEL"

"I got you in trouble"

"You're such a little bitch, Sammy."

"Dean Eric Winchester, watch your language!"

"Well, you're a big jerk."

"I'd rather be a jerk than a little bitch."

Sam hit Dean and the sound echoed throughout the car.

"OWWW." Dean yelled.

"ENOUGH!" John yelled as he pulled the car off the main road onto a dirt one.

Both boys instantly shut up. Dean wrapped his arm around Sam protectively. Sam whispered sorry to Dean and scooted over next to his big brother. They both knew that they would end up sitting uncomfortably the rest of the way to Uncle Bobby's.

"Both of you get out and find a tree."

Sam looked up at Dean and tears were already falling. Dean helped Sam out of the car and gave him a hug.

"I'm sorry" they both said at the same time and each stood facing a tree.

John walked around the car a few times. He was very upset at both of his sons for not keeping their hands to themselves and for the names they were calling each other. He needed to calm down a little. He figured they needed about fifteen minutes anyway so he did some jumping jacks. He walked to the trunk of the Impala.

"Sammy come here."

Sam slowly turned and walked towards his Daddy. He didn't want to be spanked. He got to his Dad and stood there and waited instructions. Dad picked Sam up and set him on the trunk and asked him,

"Sammy, why are you about to be spanked?"

"Because Dean's a big jerk."

That wasn't an answer Dad expected so he said, "What?"

"Well see, I wanted Dean to play with me and he wouldn't so I had to find something to do and he pushed me for playing with his army man and then you were going to spank him later and I felt bad so I lightly elbowed him to say sorry but he thought I was being mean and I tried to tell him I wasn't but he wouldn't listen and yelled and I got mad and shoved his army man in the ashtray and then he was calling me a little bitch, when it was really him and then I hit him and you're going to spank me. Please don't spank me Daddy!"

John wasn't sure how to take in everything Sam said but he picked up on what he wanted Sam to remember during this spanking. "So you hit Dean and called him names?"

"Yes sir," Sam looked down.

"So that's the reason correct?"

"Yes sir," Sam pouted, "I'm sorry Dean." He yelled tears rolling down his cheeks and on to the Impala's trunk.

Dean listened to Sam's explanation and realized that it was his fault Sam was getting a spanking and felt bad.

John stood Sammy up and started to undo his jeans.

"Noooo Daddy please Noooo."

"Hitting is very bad Sammy so the jeans and boxers are coming down."

John finished baring Sammy's bottom and laid him face down over the trunk. He used one hand to hold him in place and the other to warm the bare bottom. He didn't use much force since Sam was still little but he did turn his little bottom pink and gave some extra spanks to his sit spots so he would remember to behave the rest of the trip.

Sam was squirming, kicking and pleading for his Daddy to stop the spanking. John easily held him in place and gave him one smack to each thigh to get him to calm down. Dean was bawling listening to his baby brother getting his spanking. He would rather have had two then for Sammy to have one.

John picked up his distraught son and held him tightly.

"It's okay Sammy. Daddy's got you. You're okay. You did great! I love you tiger!"

Sammy calmed down enough to hug his Daddy tight and say, " I love you too Daddy. I'm sorry I got mad and I didn't mean to hit Dean. I just wanted to play."

"I know tiger. Let me help you fix your jeans and you need to go back to the tree. It isn't fair to make Dean wait anymore. Don't you agree?"

"Yes sir, I hate waiting."

"Okay Dean, you're up."

Sam walked back to the tree as Dean walked to his Dad. Dean grabbed Sammy and hugged him. Sam hugged him back and started crying.

"I'm sorry Dean. Don't cry please. I didn't mean to get you in trouble, and complain, and ruin your army man, call you names or hit you."

"I forgive you Sammy. I'm sorry I didn't play with you, shoved you and called you names."

"I forgive you too."

"Dean!" John Bellowed.

"Coming Sir." Dean answered hugging Sammy one more time. They parted and Sam started crying harder and rushed to the tree so he didn't get into any more trouble.

"Sorry sir." Dean mumbled as he stood at attention in front of his Dad.

John didn't say anything he just grabbed Dean's arm and gave him one swat to the middle of his bottom. Dean jumped and yelped.

John then proceeded to pick Dean up and set him on the trunk of the car just as he did Sam. Then he asked Dean,

"Why are you about to be spanked son?"

"For arguing, fighting, shoving and calling Sammy names."

"Okay, you know what to do." Dean unbuttoned his jeans and got to his knees and lowered them as he laid over the trunk.

John maneuvered him into position and lowered his jeans and boxers where they needed to be. He held his son in place and starting spanking the white bottom in front of him. He used a bit more force than he used on Sammy as he was a bit older and John counted on him to help take care of Sammy. John didn't count the swats he gave his son. He listened for the hitch and sobs to know that the lesson was learned.

"Daddy, I'm sorry please stop." Dean managed to whimper.

John moved to the sit spots and thighs and finished quickly. He pulled Dean into a hug. Dean leaned into his Dad's shoulder and cried himself out.

"It's okay sport, Daddy's got you . I forgive you! You owned up to it and accepted your punishment and I'm proud of you. I love you Dean."

"I love you to Daddy. I'm sorry I let you down and didn't take care of Sammy."

"Hey, this isn't about you taking care of Sammy. This was about you getting physical with him."

"Yes sir."

"Sammy come here please."

Sam came slowly over to his Dad. He stood next to his brother who wrapped an arm around him.

"Okay boys. Are you going to behave the rest of the way to Uncle Bobby's house?"

"Yes sir" they both said.

The three Winchester men loaded back into the Impala and headed to Bobby's place. The two boys in the back tried not to squirm too much. They both laid on their tummy's and played with the army men.

To this day whenever Dean or Sam see the soldier guarding the back seat they squirm a little and they smile. They remember the fun two well spanked brothers had playing in the back of their home.

The rattle of Legos can still be heard when the heat is turned on but that is another story. Because if baby could talk, Oh the stories she could tell!

Thank you to trumansshell for being my beta and for the great idea of this being the first time they called each other bitch and jerk.