Author: Itsmecoon
Beta: trumansshell
Title: Family Resolutions Part 1- New Years Resolution. Fandom: Supernatural
Main Characters/Parings John/Sam
Type of Spanking: Discipline-Very harsh
Implement(s): Belt Summary: I don't own these characters; I just brought them out to play. John takes discipline too far and Dean grabs Sam and runs to Bobby's. Rating: teen
Word Count: 1299
Notes & Warnings: Spanking of minors by parent or parental figure. (John lovers don't hate me, it all works out in the end.)

"Hi, this is Sam, I'm here but I just don't want to talk to you. Leave a message at the beep and if the urge to talk to you comes, I'll call you back."

BEEP

"Dammit Sam, call me right now and that's an order. You're in enough trouble as it is. Maybe my belt needs to do some more talking to your back side. Call me now or expect to get your ass handed to you when you do get home."

"Dean, we really should call him." Sam said after listening to his message.

"No Dammit, he's being unreasonable. You can't take a belt to someone for wanting to go to college."

"That's not why he was spanking me and you know it."

"The reasoning behind your attitude was, that he said you couldn't go."

"But it was the attitude and the fact that I told him to go fuck himself that got me bare assed over the table getting smacked with his belt."

"That may be true but it was too much! He lost his temper and was yelling as he was swinging. That's not typical Dad behavior. He's quiet and determined. He gets the job done without the yelling. He was out of control that's why we left!"

"Hey it's Dean, and you've reached the number you dialed, but I don't want to talk. If you didn't want me you shouldn't have dialed my number. If you did want me. Leave a message."

BEEP

"Dean Eric Winchester, turn the Impala around and bring you and your brother back here now. That's an order son. One I wouldn't ignore if you know what good for his and your backsides."

"Dean he sounds really pissed. Maybe we should go back."

"Sammy, you can't even sit comfortably right now. Do you really want to go back there and let him continue what he started?"

"No, but won't this just make him angrier and want to punish us more?"

"Dude, I'm 22."

"Dude, Dad doesn't care about age. When we go back, he'll take his belt to your ass as well as mine."

"Sammy, we're giving him time to cool off. We'll go to Bobby's for a few days and he will get Dad calmed down."

"Dean?"

"Yeah Sam."

"Am I going to get to go to college?"

"Hell yeah. You have 2 months left of school, and Dad doesn't have to pay for it because you earned that scholarship. I'm going to make sure you get there."

"Thanks Dean." Sam said wiping his eyes.

"Now, I know Dad laid into you pretty good, why don't you take a nap while I put some miles in between us."

BEEP

"Samuel Michael Winchester, you know you were in the wrong and deserved to be punished for speaking to me that way. I don't care how old you are, I deserve respect. Tell Dean to turn around and bring you home now and I'll just finish what you earned. I'll wipe the slate clean for taking off."

BEEP

"Dean Eric, you better start remembering the damn rules! You answer when I call, you don't disrespect me and you sure as hell don't grab your brother and take off. He deserved what he was getting! I'm the parent and I decide who gets punished and how. You had better be back here by morning, because if I have to come get you, you and Sam won't sit for a month!"

"Dean, you okay boy? Is something wrong?"

"Uncle Bobby, can Sam and I come stay with you until he graduates?"

Bobby knew something was dead wrong. Dean hadn't called him Uncle in a long time. Sammy still did but Dean was too much of a man for that now.

"You and Sammy are always welcome here and you know it. You wanna tell me what your Daddy did this time?"

"Sir, can it wait until we get there please?"

"Okay son, I'll have your room ready. When should I be expecting you?"

"Well, Sammy's hurting pretty bad..."

"Dean, I'm fine! We can just keep driving! We'll be there tomorrow Uncle Bobby."

"I take it you heard Sammy in the back ground? I guess we'll be there tomorrow."

"Hurting how Dean?"

"Please just wait until tomorrow. You'll see for yourself then."

"Okay son, drive safe, see you boys then."

"Thanks Uncle Bobby see you tomorrow."

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

"Balls," Bobby said looking at his phone.

It was John calling and he didn't know what happened to Sammy so he really didn't want to talk to him. He reluctantly answered,

"Hey John, what can I do for you?"

"Do you know where my boys are?"

"No, I don't."

"Dammit! Have you heard from them."

"Yes, I have."

"Are they okay?"

"I'm not sure. What the hell did you do you idjit?"

"Sammy's smart mouth landed him bare assed over the table getting a dose of my belt."

"That explains why Dean said Sammy was sore but doesn't explain why Dean took him and ran. It ain't like he hasn't been in that position before from both of us. What happened?"

"Sammy informed me that he was going to college in August. I told him he wasn't."

"Oh Johnny you didn't belt him for that did you?"

"No, it was the fuck you and what you say, I'm going that got him there."

"Well, not the best way to handle it. Did you tell him why?"

"Yes, I told him. Because I said no and I'm the parent."

"Typical stupid Winchester answer! Still doesn't explain Dean's reaction."

"Are they on their way there?"

"Yes, but you ain't welcome."

"What do you mean by that?"

"They're coming to me for a reason and until I sort out that reason, you ain't welcome."

"Dammit Singer, they're my boys and I'll damn well come and get them if I want."

"Well Winchester, last I checked, they're mine just as much as yours. They may have your blood in them, but I raised them just as much if not more than you did. Also, Dean is 22 and Sam's 18. That makes them old enough to decide what to do and where to go. That plus the fact that this is my damn house and I said no."

"Damn stubborn old mule."

"I think all of you need time to calm down and I need to sort out what the hell happened."

"You need to stay the fuck away from my boys. I'll be there soon."

"I see part of the problem right now. You've been yelling since I said hello. Get your emotions under control Johnny! I'm telling you right now, step a foot on my property, and I'll blast you so full of rock salt, you'll crap Margaritas!"

"Okay, I'll stay here. Let me know when they get here."

"Fine, if I were you, I'd think about what you did and said and how you can fix this. Make it part of your New Year's resolution. Start treating your boys better or something."

"Sure thing Singer, bye."

John hung up the phone. Bobby had to go out back and shoot a few rounds. John Winchester made him so pissed that to get rid of some of the anger, he had to tear up some targets. He was working on a few resolutions himself. The first being, getting along with others and that included John Winchester!