STOPPING HIM

SUMMARY: Dean uses his own powers of persuasion to make sure Sam doesn't use his powers to rid them of daemons.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own!

FOR: Mary; I hope I did this justice for you hun!

A/N: Ok, so there is just a slight (and I'm emphasizing slight here) reference to 'Disobeying Orders' and 'Telling Lies'. It's so slight you probably won't catch it but I thought I'd put his up just in case!

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"Dean, I can explain."

The words echoed in Dean's ears as he drove. The image of his brother standing beside Ruby…Kristy…what ever the hell her name was now, engraved in his brain. He could still sense the fear that had clenched his heart when he came upon the scene.

Castiel's words, "Stop him, or we will," came to the front of his brain unbidden. With a sudden clarity, Dean drove faster.

"Dean," Sam looked at his big brother feeling the car accelerating.

"…" Dean said nothing. He didn't even bother to glance at his brother.

"You're going to fast Dean," Sam scolded, suddenly glad he had the foresight to put on his seat belt. "Damn it Dean, slow down!"

"…" Dean still said nothing, slowing down only when he saw the neon motel sign in the short distance.

He pulled in and quickly got out, "If you know what's good for you, you better stay put."

Sam stared at his brother with a sudden pit in his stomach. Suddenly the brother he thought changed was back to his old self…and Sam was worried.

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Dean parked the car in front of their hotel door and got out without a backwards glance. Sam followed a littler slower as he looked around.

'I'm dead,' he thought to himself as he realize that the room he and Dean had been assigned were at the end of the long strip. And, if the parking lot was to go by, there were a LOT of empty rooms between them and the rest of the customers.

Sam followed his brother warily. He wasn't up to getting into another fight with his big brother. Nor was he up for talking. No, he was tired. Dean's announcement of Castiel's threat was enough to shake him. He needed time to think

So lost in thought was he, that he never noticed his brother had put their stuff on the two beds and was now glaring at him.

"SAM!" Dean's voice was tense.

Sam jumped and glared at his brother, "What do you want Dean?"

Dean clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times in thought. He hadn't wanted to get into this at the moment. He wanted to calm down. He wanted to talk to his baby brother but he knew by Sam's voice that, that wasn't going to happen.

Knowing there was only one direction for them to go, Dean took an exaggerated long breath, "Let's talk."

"Let's not," Sam rolled his eyes as he went to grab his bag, intent on getting ready for bed and going to sleep. To hell with what his brother wanted.

Sam started for the bathroom but was stopped when a hand grabbed his arm, almost painfully, effectively stopping him.

"What the hell do you want from me Dean?" Sam glared. "I told you, I wouldn't do it again and I won't."

Dean still refused to let go, instead letting Sam talk and dig himself into a bigger hole then he was already in.

"What?" Sam spat out. "You want me to say I'll stop for you? Fine, I'll stop for you."

Sam's voice was thick with sarcasm causing Dean's anger to boil over, "You're right Sammy; lets not talk."

Sam gave his brother a triumphant look which lasted all of the five seconds it took Dean to get him over his knee.

"Let me go!" Sam shouted, trying his hardest to get himself free from his brother's grip.

"You don't wanna talk, that's fine," Dean stated, starting to swat the upturned bottom. "Personally, I have a lot to say."

"I'm not kidding Dean," Sam warned, "Let me go…now damn you!"

Dean tsk'd before letting his hand fall down extra hard on the bottom before him. Sam kept trying to escape his brother's strong grip. Dean did nothing more then keep swatting, knowing that Sam would soon wear himself out.

"I hate you!" Sam spat out as he realized he couldn't get out of Dean's grasp; his energy spent from his trying.

"That's fine," Dean shrugged. "You can hate me all you want to little boy but I'm not stopping any time so soon so you better stop struggling or it will get worse."

"Bite me," Sam growled, renewing his struggles once again.

Dean tsk'd again as he deftly undid his younger brother's pants, "Wrong answer."

Dean yanked the jean and boxers down to the younger boy's knees in one fluid movement.

"NOOOO," Sam cried, "Dean, y-you c-can't!"

"Oh I can Sam," Dean refuted.

"But I said I wouldn't do it agaiiiin!" Sam let out a small sob as his backside started to burn. His brother wasn't holding back in his swats.

"Good for you Sam," Dean let out a small smile as he realized Sam had finally given up and was accepting the spanking as much as he could, "but tell me little boy…how am I supposed to trust you?"

"I p-promise I w-won't do it a-agaiiiiin!" Sam wailed. Oh, how he'd forgotten how much of a hard hand his brother had.

"You mean like you promised you wouldn't keep things from me?" Dean wondered aloud. "Or maybe like you promised you wouldn't lie to me again? Better yet, how about like you promised to obey me when I gave you an order?"

"Deee-an," Sam protested, his feet starting to jerk with every other swat. Tears fell faster as he realized that he may just have lost his brother's trust.

"Uh – uh Sam," Dean started to scold. "You've had months to come clean to me but you refused. I asked you straight out when I returned if you were using the powers Ruby told you about and you said no! Guess what Sam? That's LYING! And while we're on the subject…"

Sam let out a groan, he knew where this was about to go.

"Ruby is still around!" Dean laid a particularly harsh swat fall causing Sam to yelp. "Are you out of your mind?"

"I-I-I'm sorrrrrry!" Sam squirmed, hating the position he was in even more now then when he was younger. Worse yet for the young hunter…his brother was right.

"I'm telling you now Samuel," SWAT "you lie to me again," SWAT "just one time," SWAT "and you will wish I hadn't come back." SWAT "You understand me?" SWAT

"Y-yes," Sam cried out, knowing his brother wasn't lying.

"If you think" SWAT "you're going to sneak off," SWAT "in the middle of the night" SWAT "to meet Ruby" SWAT "I swear little boy," SWAT "I will spank you," SWAT "where ever I find you." SWAT "Then," SWAT "I will kill Ruby myself." SWAT "Am I clear?" SWAT

"Yes, s-sir," Sam replied instantly. "Pl-please Dean, I'm s-sorry! R-really, r-r-really sorrrry!"

Dean gave a soft small sigh. He wanted to be done, he really did but first he needed to know Sam knew how serious he was.

He stopped spanking long enough to grab his bag which he'd put on the bed beside him when he first started. Searching he found what he was looking for.

"Give me your hand Sam," Dean ordered.

"W-why?" Sam questioned.

Dean swatted the backside again and raised his hand ready for a second swat when Sam's hand shot to rest on the small of his back, effectively giving his hand to his big brother.

"Thank you," Dean said calmly, taking the hand in his hand and holding on tight.

"D-dean, please," Sam whimpered.

"If I ever find out that you used your powers again, I swear to you Sam, I will make sure that sitting is only a memory and I will spank you every night for a week and then some. Do you understand me?" Dean's voice was harsh causing his baby brother to wince.

Sam whimpered again wondering just how things had gotten this way. Hadn't he said he didn't want to talk when they first gotten into the hotel room? Hadn't he been on his way to get ready for bed? What the hell had happened?

A swat caused his eyes to go wide, "NOOOOO!"

Sam about launched off his big brother's lap. He would've gotten free too had Dean's hold not been so tight.

"Pl-please D-dean, d-don't," Sam pleaded through his stammering, "I'm r-really sorry. I s-swear I w-won't do it a-again."

"I plan on making sure of that Sam." Dean's voice was gentle but firm.

Sam let loose a sob knowing that there was no way out of getting spanked with the instrument he thought was gone.

Dean gave Sam's hand a squeeze before starting to pepper the already red bottom with harsh swats of the brush.

"NOOOO!" SMACK "P-please Dean…" SMACK "no m-more!" SMACK "I'm sorryyyyyy!" SMACK

There were no further words from Sam as he hung his head and sobbed.

Dean had to steal his heart to finish the job at hand. He tipped his brother forward and peppered the tender under curve with harsh swats.

When he was done he dropped the brush and began to rub comforting circles on his baby brother's back.

As Sam's cried started to quiet Dean raised his boxers before taking off the younger man's shoes and jeans. He righted his brother and held him close until Sam's tears had stopped.

"I'm sorry," Sam sniffled, refusing to look his big brother in the eyes.

"Look at me," Dean ordered, "now Sam."

Sam lifted his eyes and looked at Dean through his eyelashes. Dean raised an eyebrow and grasped his chin, forcing Sam to look up.

"I'm not kidding around Sam. If you don't obey me and keep your promise…" Dean left the warning hanging, knowing it wasn't necessary.

"I won't," Sam promised. "I won't go anywhere near Ruby or use my powers again; I swear it Dean."

"Get in bed," Dean ordered; helping his brother into the bed, "We've got a long drive in the morning."

"What?" Sam looked up at him with a look of horror.

"You can lie down in the back," Dean reassured him.

Sam frowned but didn't say anything. Truthfully, he was thankful his brother was going to give him that much. He closed his eyes, not bothering to ask where they were going.

Much like when they were younger and Sam had been spanked, Dean sat by his side until he fell into a deep sleep.

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With Sam finally asleep, Dean went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. He left the door open ajar just in case Sam needed him.

He was just getting dressed when his phone rang. He quickly answered it and shut the door a little more after making sure Sam hadn't woken up.

"Yeah," He answered.

"How close are you?" The person asked.

"We stopped for the night," Dean explained, "I had to talk to Sammy."

"Talk huh?" The person chuckled, "Guess I'll have to wait a day or two for my turn then."

"Well you know…" Dean started.

"Don't even think it boy," The man barked, "I warned that boy what would happen if he acted up."

"Yes, sir," Dean agreed knowing there was no way he could talk the older man out of what he was thinking.

The older man was instantly suspicious, "Just like that huh? Are we gonna have our own one on one boy?"

"N…" Dean was stopped before he could answer.

"You know what; don't say a thing," The man warned, "I'd hate to have to add lying to what ever is you've done."

Dean frowned at the direction the conversation was going. "It's been a long day."

"Get some sleep son," The man ordered gently, "I'll see you by supper."

"Right," Dean answered knowing the 'by supper' was an order.

"Night son," The man hung up.

Dean stared at the now silent phone, "Night Bobby."

TBC...