Bobby ran a hand through his hair. He looked around his kitchen, once of vague order now sported a broken and bloodied chair, some scattered papers, and a few broken dishes. He took a few deep breaths before yelling "Winchesters!"
There was a thundering of feet coming down the stairs. Followed by some hushed voices. Then a little girl's voice rang out, "Why me... Bobby? Where are you?"
"My god damn kitchen. Now get your asses in here."
"Gotcha" Aiden mumbled.
Then three Winchesters entered the kitchen slowly.
Bobby looked over his young charges. Dean stood tall, hands behind his back, in his role as unofficial spokesperson; Sam, sporting a split lip, slouched next to his brother and swung Aiden, who had a large bandaid on her forehead, up onto his hip.
"What the hell happened in here?" Bobby yelled.
"Dunno what you're talkin bout" Aiden whispered.
"Sam put your sister down." Bobby ordered.
"Yes sir." Sam said kissing Aiden's forehead and setting her down.
Bobby took two gigantor steps and stood in front of Aiden. He grabbed her arm and spun her around where he promptly landed a volley of swats on her bum. Then he released her and stepped away.
Aiden scurried around Dean so she was hiding behind him. Dean knelt down and scooped up the little girl, holding her tight against his chest, revealing his split knuckles.
"I'll ask again. What the hell happened to my kitchen. And don't go telling me you three had nothing to do with it, you're all showing signs of a brawl as it my kitchen." Bobby said.
None of the children uttered a word, not even Aiden who lived to hear the sound of her own voice spoke.
"We calling your daddy now or later? Cause I'm pretty sure he won't be pretty happy to hear that his children broke my kitchen and now won't speak. He'd be vaguely happier to hear the his kids owned up." Bobby spoke clearly. "So for the last time before I call John or start swatting, what did you all do to my kitchen?"
The three exchanged a look, and then Dean spoke up. "We brawled."
"Caught that, Dean. I'd like the story. Including why the research you had to do and Latin homework your sister and brother had isn't done."
Dean bit his lower lip, "So Sammy and Aiden were in the kitchen eating a snack and doing the Latin. I came in cause I was tired of the research and needed food, right? So I ate some of Aiden's strawberries and half if Sam's sandwich. And Aiden promptly kicked me in the balls so I kicked her shins and she fell and Sammy was being a little bitch and started whaling on me so I hit back and I kinda split his lip on the chair and man your chairs are in terrible condition man it like just fell apart. And then the table fell over onto Aiden. And stuff broke and Sam and I went into big brother mode and it all stopped and we had to take care of Aiden. And yeah."
"Uh Hunh. Dean, Sam find a corner." Bobby said, "And, Aiden come here."
Dean didn't even try pulling the 'but I'm seventeen' card, so he set Aiden down and joined Sam in finding a corner.
Aiden slowly walked over to Bobby. She tilted her head as if to ask a question.
Bobby pulled out a chair and took a seat, he patted his lap, and he lowered the seven year old over his lap. He then began to spank over her blue jeans.
Aiden was seven going on eight come September. She was a big kid. And big kids don't cry. Only when Daddy spanks, then it's ok to cry, Dean said so so it has to be true. So as Bobby's hand rained down on her butt all Aiden did was bite her lip. At least for the first little bit, when she began to taste blood she let out a little yelp, lay limply I've Bobby's lap, and let the tears fall.
About two or three minutes later Bobby stopped and helped Aiden up.
"Aiden corner. Sam come here."
Aiden shuffled over to the corner that Sam had been standing in and the two traded places.
Bobby then began to whale on Sam's ass. He spanked with a bit more force than he had with Aiden but Sam was seven years older. And when he was done he sent Sam back to a corner and called Dean over. And the same routine repeated itself. The spanks landing on Dean's butt had even more force than the ones that had landed on Sam's. And when he was done he waited till Dean had collected himself, then called Sam and Aiden forward.
"I'm gonna call your daddy now. What I want you three to do is to pick up this broken china so nobody gets hurt. Understood?"
"Yes sir" three voices chorused. Then the three bodies got I work picking up the broken china, well Dean and Sam picked it up, Aiden held the bag due to the fact that Dean wouldn't let her any closer to the shards.
"John?" Bobby said, speaking into the corded receiver. "No no, everyone is fine."
"My ass ain't fine." Dean mumbled.
"Dean, I told you to pick up not be a smart ass. Nah John just your boy being his cocky self. So since I'm having trouble keeping this story straight I'll let them tell you themselves. Yep all of them. Details excluded my kitchen is now lacking a chair cause one is broke, I've lost some dishes, and your children are all sporting various injuries I need to look at. Damn straight I beat their asses. Uh Hunh, I'll tell em. See you later." Bobby hung up the phone and turned to the three Winchester children. "Your daddy should be home tonight or tomorrow morning depending on traffic."