Family by Circumstance
When you've lost all of your family to the supernatural there is little else you want to do with your life besides take up the hunting gig. Of course being a lone thirteen year old boy did make it rather a lot harder to blend into that world than it would be for an adult. Lucas looked so clearly underage that there was no way he could pass for a cop or a Fed like he really needed to, to get the job done.
It was this fact that had lead him right back into the lives of Sam and Dean Winchester. He had first met the brothers back when he was seven and the spirit of a little boy his Grandfather had killed as a child was going around killing out of revenge, he had lost his Father, then his god-sister and god-brother, then his honorary Uncle and lastly his Grandpa.
It had been a very traumatic experience but he had had his mother to help him through but no one was there to help him come to terms with losing his mother to a demon. So with no one and nothing he had set off to start his early career as a teenage hunter. He had managed to swipe some of his Grandfathers old guns that his mother had held onto as well as his trusty pocket knife and his Dad's engraved fishing knife.
He had thrown the weapons into his duffle bag along with some clothes, his laptop, the family photo album and his parents' wedding rings as well as his Mom's engagement ring that he wore on a silver chain around his neck. He had thrown in some salt for good measure and once he had gotten the chance he had swung by a church and stocked up on holy water. It wasn't much but it was all he had.
Lucas jumped out of the back seat of the car he had been riding in, he knew that hitchhiking was dangerous but it was how he got around to most places. This time he had caught a ride with a young couple and their two kids. They had believed his story of getting lost while tramping nearby and needing a ride to a local spot so he could be picked up by his family and returned safely home.
He had done a few subtle checks to make sure they weren't demons. He had introduced himself as "Christo" and received no flinch, he had accidently spilt some holy water on the woman and had gotten no burning and the silver wedding bands on both their hands had ruled that test safe too.
"Thanks for the ride guys" he said sincerely as he shut the door behind himself. The family waved goodbye to him as they drove off, after he had assured them that he would be just fine now and didn't need to be accompanied into the roadside saloon.
As it had turned out, that saloon would lead him to his new life with his new surrogate family.
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7 Months Later
As it had turned out, joining the Winchester family had not been all the newly turned fourteen year old had thought it would be. He had not been allowed to hunt with them and especially not allowed to hunt solo. He was given training to do but nothing much, mostly running and crunches and other such tortures. Latin translations became very much a part of his week as he spent his time translating and learning exorcisms.
Although it wasn't that bad, well not really bad at all. He had a rather big extended surrogate family. He had pretty much adopted Dean as his Dad. Which meant he had gained a brother who was just a few months younger than and an eight year old surrogate sister who could be really cute but also a real pain in the ass. He and Ben had gotten close over the shared grief of losing their mothers to demons and the want for revenge. They were also close in age and had the same tastes in music and tended toward the same crowd at the schools they had attended together.
Lucas let out a frustrated sigh and threw his pen down, he was done with this translating crap, he needed to find something to hunt now or he might just go stir crazy. It was going to be hard as his guns had been confiscated months ago when he had first begun his Winchester ride along. Although he had been allowed to keep both of his knives as they held such sentimental value to him. It wasn't much but hey, he didn't even know if he was going to be able to find something to hunt, maybe he would just go for a walk and pick a fight with someone much bigger than himself just to prove that he still had the skills he had acquired during his short lived solo hunting career.
He felt a calm come over him as he walked out the door in search of a hunt or a fight, just something he could do to get rid of some of the tension he had building up inside of him. He made a stealthy get away and was out the door before anybody else in their small rental had noticed that he was leaving. Having made it out of the house undetected Lucas came to the rather sensible decision that going off half-cocked on a hunt wasn't a wise move and decided to head to a local teen hang-out instead where he doubted he'd having any trouble finding a fight.
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Finding a fight turned out to be rather easy and well Lucas had picked his mark well, Timothy Johnson was a tall and very largely built guy in his late teens. At seventeen he was the beloved star quarterback at the local high school. He wasn't going to be an easy fight but he'd still be able win without too much trouble.
"What? Are you chicken or something?" Lucas taunted as he got into his fighting position. The quarterback did not want to be considered a chicken, especially by some smart mouthed kid who wasn't even from around here.
"Not even kid!" Timothy responded as her launched forward and cocked his left fist back to land a punch.
Lucas ducked out of the way and avoided being hit while aiming a counter punch with ease. They continued like this for about five minutes or so, Lucas landing far more than receiving. The crowed of kids surrounding them had grown and before long the altercation had managed to draw the far from welcomed attention of the local cops.
Once the fight had been broken up and the kids reprimanded, Lucas was thrown into the back of one of the police cars and found himself rather worried during the silent drive home, to face Dean.
'Well shit.'
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Dean was rather surprised when he heard a knock on the front door, nobody knew them in this town, at least not anyone who would visit them at this time of night. They had only been in the small town in West Virginia for a little over a week now working on a nearby case. Just he, Sam, Lucas, Ben, Emma, Rosie and Jacob had come originally. Although Jacob and Ben had left earlier tonight with Adam and with the case finished Sam had loaded the sleeping girls into the car to head back out to Bobby's. It was just him and Lucas now.
He wondered briefly where Lucas was before continuing on to answer the door. He was rather surprised to find a uniform officer standing with a very nervous look on his face and his eyes downcast, finding his shoes oh so interesting once he caught the less than pleased look on the hunter's face.
"What can I do you for Officer?" he asked, trying to keep the annoyance and anger that was building up, out of his voice but not doing that great a job.
"This belong to you?" The Officer, who quite honestly didn't look all that much older than Lucas asked.
Dean nodded his claim to the boy. He didn't bother to correct the officer as he called Lucas his son. Lucas was as good as his son as far as he was concerned, his son who was in plenty of trouble.
"Apologise for the trouble you've caused" he demanded as he pulled Lucas over to stand in front of him in a way that was very reminisce of his own teen years.
"I'm sorry Sir" he mumbled just before his angry guardian shoved him into the house.
After offering his own apologies and thanking the man for returning the wayward teen to him, Dean stormed into the house. He walked determinedly into the kitchen. Lucas could hear him rustling through draws and was not all the shocked when he returned moments later with a solid, slitted plastic spatula in his right hand.
Horrified yes, but surprised? Not at all. Having lived with Dean and the rest of them for the past seven months he had grown accustomed to his misbehaviour being met with unpleasant and painful consequences. Lucas also knew that there was no way of talking his way out of it so he quickly moved to Dean, dropped his tight black jeans and blue underwear before bending over the arm of the sofa, his exposed rear end perfectly presented.
Figuring that the teen was well aware of what he'd done to get himself into this position, Dean wasted no time lecturing. Pulling his arm back, he let it fall and a loud crack echoed around the room as the spatula left a satisfying red pattern on Lucas's bare ass.
Dean let him have it, landing sharp smack after smack, painting the now sobbing boy's backside, sit-spots and thighs a burning red. Pleased that he had clearly gotten his message across. The hunter pulled his crying surrogate son up into a tight hug for some much needed comfort and forgiveness.
A/N: so I did one of my own prompts from SPN-spankings over on LJ. I also have 11 more lined up to do that I'll write eventually. Hope you all enjoyed =)