Author: Itsmecoon Beta: Trumansshell
Title: Keeping the Faith. Part 1 of 4 Fandom: Supernatural Main Characters/Parings John/ Sam and Dean
Type of Spanking: Discipline Implement(s): Hand Paddle Summary: I don't own these characters; I just brought them out to play. This is a very very late New Year's Resolution story. Dean and Sam are critically injured in an accident. Rating: Teen Word Count: 3810
Notes & Warnings: Spanking of minors by their dad.
"I don't understand the reasoning."
"Because we were ordered to Castiel."
"I'm not comfortable with those orders, Balthazar."
"That's irrelevant. We were ordered not to interfere. We are to let the demons do as they planned."
"But, I'm their protector. I have been since Dean was conceived. I can't sit back and allow them to be hurt."
"I'm sorry brother but you can and you will. God has ordered it."
"I don't understand. How can this fit into his plans for the Winchesters?"
"I don't know but we must keep the faith."
"I have faith but am I to let them die if necessary? For what reason? I've promised Mary to protect her sons not sit back and watch them die."
"You aren't to interfere in any way."
"I thought they were meant for something special."
"Dean and Sam are meant for something special but who's to say when that's going to take place. Maybe this will catapult the good they were meant to do. Maybe their sacrifice will alert others to their cause."
"They're too young, Dean's just barely 17 and Sammy's 13. That's way too young to die."
"Just sit down and let's see how this plays out Cas."
"I'm sorry, I'm not sure I can."
"What sit down or watch?"
"Either, I won't leave their side. If one or both of them dies, they won't die alone!"
"I'll come with you in case they're separated."
"Thank you brother."
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
John was shocked to look down and see Dean's name on his caller ID. They hadn't spoken in almost two weeks. They had a big fight when John took him and Sammy to Bobby's for a few months. He was going to be trained by Pastor Jim and Caleb because some African monsters had shown up in St. Paul and John didn't know how to kill any of them. Dean wanted to go with his Dad but John forbade it. He said it was too dangerous and Dean had been pouting ever since.
The phone call raised red flags like crazy. Dean wouldn't call unless something was wrong.
"Dean, what's wrong. Are you and Sammy okay?"
"Excuse me? Hello?" an unfamiliar voice said.
"Who are you and why the fuck do you have my son's phone?"
"Would your son be Dean Winchester?"
"Who's asking?"
"Sir, my name is Jacob Jones and I'm an EMT in Luverne. I'm afraid there's been an accident. This number was saved as the owner's emergency contact."
"Was Sam with him? Are my boys alive?" He turned and yelled "JIM!"
Jim and Caleb both came running at the fear they heard in John's voice.
"Yes, they're both alive but are in critical condition. That's all I can tell you over the phone."
"John, what's wrong?" Jim asked.
John held up one finger letting Jim know to wait a second.
"Where are they?" John asked.
Jim and Caleb watched John grabbing his gear and followed suit so that they could hit the road faster.
"In Luverne County Hospital."
"Here in Minnesota?"
"Yes sir."
"They're staying with their Uncle in Sioux Falls. He has custody and is closer. Please tell my boys that Dad and Uncle Bobby are on the way."
"Yes sir, I will Mr. Winchester."
John hung up the phone and turned to his friends, his eyes glowing in fear.
"John, what's wrong?" Jim asked.
"There was some kind of accident." John choked momentarily, regained control and said, "The boys are in critical condition in Luverne. I'll let you know what's going on when I get there."
"I'm not staying here and you're not driving."
"Jim, don't fuck with me right now!" John screamed tossing a chair across the room. "I'm going to my boys." He bellowed prepared to fight.
"I second Jim, you're not driving!" Caleb said yanking John's keys out of his hand and tossing them to Jim.
"What good will you do them dead?" Jim argued when John tried to fight. "You can't drive right now. I'll drive your truck, and Caleb can follow in mine, let's go. You call Bobby so he can be on the way and the boys aren't alone."
They ran to John's truck and took off as fast as they could for the hospital and the boys. They were over an hour and 40 minutes away. Jim hoped to cut out the forty. John grabbed his phone and called Bobby.
"Hey Johnny, how's is going?" Bobby answered oblivious to what had happened.
"What the hell did you let them do?" He bellowed.
"Whoa John, just tell him so he can get there." Jim yelled. "We don't even know what happened."
"What the hell are you going on about ya idjit?"
"The boys have been in an accident?"
"Balls, what happened? Where are they?"
"I don't know but they are in Luverne, Minnesota at county"
"I'm on my way. How bad?"
"They're in critical condition, that's all they would tell me. Take the custody papers. We're over an hour out."
"I carry them always. I'll call you as soon as I know anything."
"Thanks Bobby. Please be careful."
"Always, ya idjit. Jim driving ya?"
"Yeah."
"Good, you'd end up in prison, or dead otherwise. They're strong Johnny have faith."
"I lost that a long time ago."
"Well find some for your boy's sake!"
Bobby's house was thirty minutes away from Luverne. Luckily he was on a supply run in Valley Springs, South Dakota and only about 15 minutes away. He got there in a little over 9. He threw his truck in park and ran into the hospital emergency.
"Sir, may I help you."
"Winchester boys, where are they?"
"Are you their father?"
"No their Uncle."
"I'm sorry..."
"Save your I'm sorry bullshit and tell me where my boys are."
"There's no need for that kind of language."
"LISTEN TO ME! WHERE ARE DEAN AND SAM WINCHESTER? I HAVE CUSTODY!"
"Third floor ICU."
"Thank you," he yelled back as he jumped in the elevator. "Sorry."
As he got off the elevator he heard. Code blue room 311 stat. His heart sunk and he ran to the desk.
"Please help me. Winchesters which room?"
"Sir, I'll be right with you." Bobby saw a look cross her face and knew one of the boys was in room 311. 'It's Sammy,' popped into his head, 'He needs Dean!'
"I need to know, are they together?"
"Sir please."
"ARE THEY IN THE SAME ROOM?"
"Lower your voice. We have an emergency right now. I'll be right with you."
Bobby ran to the admitting doors, they were locked so he banged on them and shouted,
"LISTEN TO ME PLEASE! YOU WILL LOSE SAMMY IF DEAN ISN'T WITH HIM. THE BOY IN ROOM 311 NEEDS HIS BROTHER."
By then the guards were trying to subdue Bobby. He was fighting them with tears rolling down his cheeks as he tried to get their attention. A doctor was on his way into the ward. Bobby grabbed him, looked him in the eye and said,
"Please, my boy will die if his brother isn't in the same room with him."
Something about this burly gruff man tugged at the doctor's heart and a feeling came over him, and he said,
"Okay sir, Calm down. I'll see to it that they are together."
A nurse came out of Sammy's room and said,
"He's stabilized doctor."
"Good." the doctor responded. " Nurse Jane, move the boys to room 317."
"What?" she yelled then whispered to the doctor, "Since when do we listen to lunatics?"
"We don't talk about anyone that way! Did anyone tell him that one of his kids was in room 311 and that they weren't together?"
"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. No doctor, nobody told him."
"If he knew that without being told, I trust that he knows his boys."
"I'm sorry." Bobby said to the guards. "I'm calm now and you won't have any more trouble out of me. Nurse?" he said,
"Yes?" she snapped.
"I'm sorry Ma'am. When you have a moment could you please tell me what happened to my nephews and I'll fill out their paperwork."
"Let me be sure that both boys are settled in their new room, 317 then I'll explain it all to you."
They let him go and he went and sat down. He ran his hands down his unshaven face and leaned over and cried. A few minutes later he felt a hand on his shoulder,
"Excuse me sir?" Doctor Jones asked.
"Is Sammy okay?" Bobby piped in.
"I can't explain it but they both seem to be much better since we moved them into the same room. How'd you know?"
"Their mama died when Sammy was 6 months old and Dean has been a mother hen ever since. They seem to need each other. They can sense when the other is hurt or in trouble and needs his brother.."
"Well, thank you, um..."
"Singer, Bobby Singer, I'm their Uncle."
"Thank you Mr. Singer."
"Can you tell me what happened? And if they're going to be okay?"
XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
John kept fiddling with his phone. He wanted to call Bobby and see if there was an update. Jim kept calming him down and telling him that as soon as Bobby knew anything he would let him know. John carded his hand through his hair for the millionth time. He leaned his head against the glass and looked up at the sky and thought,
'Please don't let a spanking be one of the last things I did to my boys and barking orders be the last thing I said to them. Dear God, if you even exist, I can't stop your plans with my sons but I'm begging you to let me see them at least once. You see, we had a big fight...
Flashback:
"Dean Eric Winchester that's enough. I said you're going to stay with Uncle Bobby for a few months and I meant it."
"I don't wanna go to Bobby's I wanna go with you. I'm 17 not 12 and I can handle training. Sammy can stay with Bobby."
"That's Uncle Bobby to you young man. Disrespect him one more time and I'll turn you over my knee and wear your ass out like the ten year old you're acting like."
"Okay, if I can't go, why can't we just stay here? We're old enough now."
"I'll be gone for too long and it's too far away in case anything were to happen. At least at Uncle Bobby's you're only 2 hours away and I can come visit."
"Can but won't."
"I've had enough of your attitude."
"But you're being unreasonable."
John crossed the room in two steps. Dean didn't have time to back up before he was raised to his toes and his backside swatted three times. John let him down, spun him around and asked,
"That's enough! Now do you understand what I just said young man?"
"Yes sir."
"Then get your ass to your room and get you shit packed now!"
"Yes sir."
He stormed into the room but knew his Dad would be all over his ass if he slammed the door and tossed things around as he packed. So he just fumed silently, while shoving his stuff into his duffel.
"Dean it's okay, we usually have fun at Uncle Bobby's." Sam tried,
"Sam, just leave me alone."
"Well, at least we might be able to have a few friends this time."
"That's exactly what I'm looking for Samantha. Someone to play fucking play dolls with."
"Listen asshole," Sam said wiping at his tears. "If Dad says we're staying somewhere, then we're fucking staying there. I was just trying to help but now you can go fuck yourself."
Sam grabbed his bag and headed out of the bedroom door. Dean just stood there looking like an idjit, as Uncle Bobby would say, and feeling like a pile of shit. He just hurt the only person who usually always had his back. How could he let things get so bad? As Sam walked past the kitchen John hollered,
"Samuel?"
"Yes sir." Sam gulped because with John, saying Samuel is never anything good.
"Drop your bag by the door and come in here."
"Yes sir."
Sam knew he was in trouble but not sure what for. He dropped his bag and slowly walked into the kitchen and stood in front of where his Dad was sitting and drinking coffee.
"Samuel, look at me."
Sam obeyed instantly.
"I don't know what happened between you and your brother back there," he said pointing to their room. "But I heard too many curse words coming out of your mouth."
"Sorry sir, he made me mad."
"Consider this your one and only warning. If I hear another curse word out of your mouth before morning, you're taking a trip over my knee. Understand?"
"Yes sir,"
"Good, now get the rest of your stuff." John smiled, stood, ruffled Sam's hair and sent him off with a swat.
This of course pissed Sammy off even more. He was so mad at Dean over this that he had decided that he was riding in Dad's truck not with Dean. John watched Sammy close his eyes and knew without a shadow of a doubt he'd be sitting on a sore ass before they got there. They had a three day trip ahead of them and he wasn't looking forward to it at all but it was necessary.
"Dean, let's get a move on it. We leave in 15." John hollered.
"Yes sir!" Dean yelled back.
He'd have to fix this and make things right. He was mad at their Dad not Sammy and he was feeling guilty about the way he treated his baby brother. He walked outside with his bag, put it in the back and walked over to Sammy's side and said,
"I'm sorry Sammy."
"I don't give a sh...crap."
"So that's what Dad got on you for, cursing?"
"Dean, just leave me alone."
"I'll let you pick the first tape."
"I don't care what tape you put in, I'm riding with Dad."
"What? Come on Sammy. I said I was sorry." Dean reached out and grabbed Sam's arm. "I didn't mean it."
"I don't give a shit Dean." Sam said as he jerked his arm out of Dean's. "I could fucking care less. Dammit, It's not my fucking job to make you feel better, I'm riding with Dad."
When Dean's eye bugged out and he didn't say anything, Sam knew his ass was toast. Dad was behind him.
"Samuel, follow me now!"
"Just great. Thanks a lot Dean."
Sam let out a deep breath and followed his Dad into the living room. Dean shook his head not sure why Sammy blamed him. Dad sat on the couch, reached out and pulled Sam to his side. Sam started to unsnap his jeans, on;y to have his hands moved away. John took down his jeans, boxers, then tossed Sam over his knee. He didn't say anything because Sam had already been warned. He started hard and fast and Sam was breathless after two swats. John tore Sam's backside up with swat after swat. Sam swore that the man had hands of steel. Sam instantly felt the burning in his backside, which in no time turned into a fire. One that had him begging to be put out.
"Daddy...Stop!...Sorry!"
John just kept up his pace. And Sam increased his crying, turning, twisting and anything to escape. John swatted each thigh and said,
"Stop squirming NOW!"
"H...h...hu...rts."
"It's supposed to!"
Sam tried really really hard to be still but after a particular harsh circuit, he reached his hand back trying to block his Dad's.
"Samuel, move your hand."
"D...dad...Hu...rts!"
"Sam if I move it for you, you get an extra round. If you move it yourself, one more round and we're done,."
Sam didn't say anything. He just pulled his hand back and grabbed onto his Dad's pants leg. True to his word one more go around and John started rubbing Sam's back. Sam was sobbing hard and didn't realize it was over for a few minutes. Once he did, he wanted his jeans back up, so he pushed himself up and hissed as he fixed them. John held his arm out to Sam to let him know the offer of being held was available if he wanted it. Of course he was in John's lap in a heartbeat soaking up all the attention and affection he could get. Sam always needed it after being spanked. Sammy calmed down after a few minutes and mumbled into John's shirt,
"M'sorry Daddy."
"I know Tiger but were not quite done yet."
Sam pushed back and stared into his Dad's eyes. He knew what was coming and he hated it. He looked into his Daddy's eyes and knew there was no changing his mind so he dropped his head back to his Dad's chest and let a few new tears of frustration fall. He was thinking that this was all Dean's fault. He tried to help Dean and Dean called him a girl and cussed at him. John tried to give him a minute, but they really should have been on the road a half an hour ago so he said,
"Come on Sammy, let's get this over with. Head to the kitchen."
"I don't wanna." Sammy pouted.
"Doesn't matter, you were warned to stop and you didn't. You know as well as I do the punishment for cussing is a spanking and getting your mouth rinsed out with soap."
"Yes sir."
Sam got up and headed to the kitchen. John grabbed a wash cloth out of the kitchen box and followed his son. He made Sam sit in a chair facing the wall. Sam hissed as he sat. John got the washcloth wet, lathered it up and brought it over to where Sam was sitting. He said,
"Open up Sam."
Reluctantly Sammy listened and followed Dad's orders. John proceeded to put the soapy rag in his son's mouth and lather the whole thing. By the time he was finished, Sam's teeth, gums, mouth and tongue were coated with the nastiest tasting dish soap Sammy'd ever tasted.
"Face the wall until the timer goes off, then you can rinse for two minutes only. Nod your head if you understand."
Through his tears, Sammy nodded at his Dad. He hated the fact that he let Dean get him so upset, that he ended up sitting here on a sore ass, staring at the wall, with his mouth tasting like nasty dishwater. Five minutes later, the timer went off and Sammy ran to the sink and started rinsing. He wanted to keep it up after two minutes but he knew better. He didn't want to add any more swats to his still throbbing backside.
Sam turned off the water and headed to find his Dad. 'Screw Dean' he thought. He was still going to ride with Dad. As he walked into the living room John surprised him,
"Thank you Sam."
Sam was confused and asked,
"For what?"
"I wasn't anywhere around and you could have tried to rinse longer. I wouldn't have known."
"You said two minutes and I didn't want to risk you reigniting the fire in my backside so I knew better."
"Here." He handed Sam something.
Sam looked down shocked to see his bathroom bag. He got a befuddled look on his face and looked on his Dad and said,
"What's this for?"
"For listening, go brush your teeth and get the rest of the soapy taste out. I have some gum on the sink for you to chew when you're done."
"Wow, thanks Dad."
"I figure one son hating me is enough."
"We don't hate you Dad. Dean's just mad. He'll get over it."
"After I'm on my way to Blue Earth maybe. Not before."
Sammy shrugged his shoulders and headed to brush his teeth. He'd never been this excited to brush his teeth since he had to chew those little red pills in school to show all the plaque that was missed. That was just cool, trying to get all the red out. He remembered Dean swiped a small box and he and Dean used to have a contest to see who brushed better.
He smiled as he spit out his mouthful and reloaded his brush and started again. Then he remembered what Dean had said earlier and he stopped smiling. His brother called him Samantha and talked about him playing dolls. He was 13 not 9 dammit. Yeah he still had his Thor action figure Dean had gotten him when he was younger but Dean still had his Batman so he didn't see the big deal.
"Sammy, time to load up."
"Yes sir." he yelled after he spit out his mouthful.
Dean was in the doorway of the kitchen as Sammy came out.
"Sammy look, I'm sorry. I was mad at Dad. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I just took it out on you."
Sam looked in Dean's eyes and said,
"Whatever!"
He pushed past his brother and headed outside. They loaded the rest of their stuff and Dean sadly watched Sammy climb up into the truck and gingerly sit down. Sam's never chosen Dad over him after a spanking before. Sam looked him in the eye and then turned his head. Dejected, he climbed into the Impala. John came out of the house and climbed into the truck. He handed Sammy a pillow which caused him to smile. John pulled out of the yard, followed by Dean and they headed towards Sioux Falls North Dakota.
END OF FLASHBACK
John looked out the window as tears rolled down his cheeks.
"I'm coming boys, hold on Daddy's on his way." He whispered into the air.