John was holding Sam on his lap, the tot didn't look happy at all. John came back for Sam's second birthday and Dean went to get the camera Bobby gave him.

When Dean ran back to the living room John was jiggling Sam on his knee but Sam looked like he was going to be sick. "Daddy stop it, Sam ate a bunch of cake and he looks like he's gonna barf."

Sam vomited chocolate cake over John's work shirt, John grabbed the toddlers little arm and lifted him, Sam started to scream, Dean held him up and when John let go Dean caught him.

"Damn it Dean, now look what happened, I don't have a clean shirt. I guess you are going be doing my laundry now aren't you?" Dean set Sam on a chair and licked his lips nervously, "Yes Sir, can I clean Sam up first and put him down for a nap?"

The way John glared at the boy let him know he better get his ass in gear and do laundry. He didn't want to leave Sam alone with their father and Dean didn't know what happened to the toddlers arm yet. The way Sam screamed for all he knew it was broken.

Bobby ran into the house out of breath, "What happened…the boys are ok?" Bobby spotted Sam on the chair screaming and holding his arm, there was vomit down John's shirt.

John took it off and threw it at Dean, "Do all the laundry, fuck up." Bobby balled up his firsts and forced himself to take a deep breath, "I'll do the laundry John, let Dean clean Sam up and then we can talk."

Dean looked confused until John pushed him toward Sam, "Well go on then, clean him up." Dean brought his brother to the bottom of the stairs and waited until he caught Bobby's eye and gestured for him to come with Dean.

Bobby hitched his thumb toward the kitchen, "Go drink some coffee, sober up I'll throw your clothes in John." He picked up the shirt and followed the boys upstairs. Sam was still crying and Dean set him on the bed they shared, when he took off his brothers shirt, Dean could see the outline of a large hand wrapped around it.

Bobby walked in with a wet wash cloth and wiped Sam's face off, "Hey there son just let me do it," Sam struggled so Dean took it and kept wiping while Bobby checked out his arm.

"Son of a bitch, that is going to bruise something fierce." He gingerly moved it and felt along the bones, "I don't feel anything broken or shifting around but I have to bring him in Dean, I can't tell if there is fracture."

Bobby carried Sam downstairs and he had cried himself out, now he made little pain filled sounds and then called for Dean.

"I'm takin' the boy in to the doctor, I have to be sure nothing happened and you are no condition."

John watched them darkly, "Then leave Dean." Dean started to bite his nail and looked at his father.

"No John, he comes with me."

"They are my kids, you take Sam and Dean stays here or Sam can stay here take your pick."

Dean looked up at Bobby, "Just take him, I can stay and get the laundry done ok?"

Bobby knew there was no point arguing with John, he ran his hand over the top of Dean's head and smiled, "Hey I wont be gone long, Sam here is a tough little guy."

Sam was sucking his thumb and looking at Dean over Bobby's shoulder, "Ok take care of him….promise?" Bobby put on a cheery expression, "Of course son."

Dean's face was full of worry as he watched Bobby drive away with Sam.

He quietly started to do laundry and then was going to go upstairs when John stopped him, "Dean get over here."

Dean paused and then turned around walking over with his head down, John grabbed his face, "You know you should have warned me he ate that much."

"I'm sorry Sir."

"What do you think I should do about it Dean?"

Dean held his tears back, "I don't know." John gestured to Dean patting his lap, "Come here." Dean dutifully climbed up and waited, it was going to be a kiss or a slap and he never knew which it would be.

John wrapped his arms around Dean and held him too tight and it hurt, "I love you Dean you know that right?"

"Yes daddy."

"Dean I'm always going to have to be harder on you than Sam because you are bad and wild like a little stallion that needs breaking and discipline is the only way I can do that, if I hurt you it means I love you."

Dean looked at his father, anger contorting his face, "I love Sam and I would never hurt him like that, you hurt his arm Daddy. I don't think that's love. I'm a good boy, I'm not bad or wild and I'm not a horse." After Dean blurted it all out he knew he made a mistake.

Johns face turned red and he stood Dean up, John took off his belt then roughly pulled off his son's pants and boxers then pulled him across his lap. "You really are a smart ass Dean, lets see how smart you are after this."

Dean wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying out as he was spanked with the belt but when it got too painful he started to squirm which made John strike harder until Dean started to sob, "Stop daddy I'm sorry, I'm bad..it hurts."

"Did you learn your lesson?"

Dean felt an urgent need to urinate, "Please daddy I have to pee."

John ignored him, "I asked you a question…did…you …learn your lesson?" Before Dean could answer his bladder let go, he couldn't hold it anymore and wet Johns lap, the remainder ran down his leg.

Strangely John didn't move and let it happen, he waited until Dean was finished then he lifted him off, stood the boy in front of him and grabbed his face, "I guess you have more laundry to do now."

John got up and stripped naked then handed the urine soaked clothes to Dean, "Better throw yours in there while you're at it Dean then hop in the shower with me or you are going to smell like piss."

Dean gathered the wet clothes and walked to the laundry while John went to shower.

….

Bobby came back with Sam hours later, he had to wait in the emergency room a long time. When he carried him upstairs to the boy's bedroom and opened the door he saw Dean was in a bathrobe resting on his stomach, his hair was wet from a shower.

John was also in a robe sitting next to Dean with a tube of Sam's diaper rash ointment , the boys robe was pulled up and John was massaged the ointment into the red belt marks on his bottom and lower back. Dean didn't move, his eyes were red and the rest of Dean's face was covered with his arms.

Bobby took in the surreal scene in front of him and his stomach felt queasy, he set Sam down next to Dean and the toddler immediately lay down next to him and patted his head then kissed it, he smiled at him and said, "Dee"

"John why don't you come downstairs with me and let them sleep."

Dean looked up at Bobby, "Is his arm ok?" Bobby nodded, "Sound as a pound Dean, I told you he was tough, just be sure he is careful with it. Its going to bruise and Sam is going to sore for awhile."

Bobby waited for John, he put more on his hand, closed the tube and smeared both cheeks again worked them in his hands. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and Sam hugged him. Bobby couldn't stand it anymore, "John…now…stop, lets go."

John got up, "That should do it, tomorrow you're going be good as new." Dean didn't move, John looked at him disgusted, "Cover yourself up for Christ sake, you look like a little whore."

…..

Bobby sat down and glared at John, John sat on the couch and lit a cigarette, "What…Sam is ok right?"

"What the hell was all that up there John, what happened?" He shrugged, "Dean got smart mouth with me so I had to spank him, then the kid pissed all over me." He made a disgusted face, "I washed him up in the shower and afterward I felt bad so I was rubbing his bottom with that ointment…..I guess I went overboard with the spanking this time."

Bobby slammed his fist on the arm of the chair, "You bastard, what do you mean by "this time" how many times has it happened? Bobby held up his hands, "You know what, don't even tell me, I want the boys John…please I want them."

John laughed at Bobby, "Why would I do that? They are my kids, I love them."

It was Bobby's turn to look disgusted, "Do you know how fucking weird that whole thing was upstairs, who does that? What father rubs his boy's ass with lotion like that, Christ …it was creepy John."

John examined his fingernails like he had never noticed them before, "I suppose a father that goes overboard with a spanking, I was trying to fix it."

Bobby closed his eyes and willed himself not to beat his friend until he was dead. "You can give me the boys, and get yourself together…or…they can go to foster care when I tell the police everything. Do you want them with me or with strangers John, your pick."

"I want Dean, I need him around."

"No, take it or leave it, if you pick door number two you might go to jail."

John jiggled his leg and watched Bobby, he could tell he was as serious as a heart attack, "Fine Bobby you win, I can see them anytime I want. Someday if I want to take them back I will."

"You can visit but don't count on taking them back, not without a court order."

…..

The next morning Bobby came downstairs and John was rocking Dean on his lap, "You know daddy loves you baby, I didn't mean to hurt you. Sometimes you just get me angry."

Dean was so relieved his father wasn't angry anymore he hugged him tight and kissed him on the lips, "I know daddy it was my fault, you really love me again?"

John kissed him on his full little lips and smiled, "How could I not love such a pretty face and sweet little freckles…I could kiss each one. If you stay pretty for me Dean I'll never stop loving you." He ran his hands over Dean's bottom, "How is your rear today?"

Dean looked at him desperately afraid he would say the wrong thing and make him mad again, "Real good I promise." He tried to smile at his father.

Bobby started to feel queasy again and lifted Dean off, "Your father has to go Dean, get Sam so you both can say goodbye. You are both going to live with your old uncle Bobby."

Dean walked painfully toward the car holding Sam's hand and when John picked up Sam he started to cry. John handed him to Dean, "Just take him."

Dean gently set Sam down and grabbed John's legs hugging them tight, "I love you daddy, you me love right?" John didn't bother to look down, "Yeah I love you Dean, I have to go."

Bobby told the boys to go into the house, when they were out of earshot he handed John a bag, "Here is your fucking precious clean laundry, just go John and I hope I don't see you again."

John grabbed the bag," Oh you will, I'm giving up my kids that easy." He got in the Impala and took off down the gravel path, the windows were open and "Sweet Child O' Mine" by Guns N' Roses was blasting.

…..

Dean was sitting on the couch with Sam watching the Impala pull out, relief went through his body. Dean felt free for the first time since Mary died, he hugged Sam and kissed his curls, "Everything is going to be great now Sammy I promise, just you and me, I wont let anyone hurt us anymore."

Sam giggled and hugged his brother back then stood on the couch and kissed Dean with wet little baby kisses all over his face until Dean started to laugh and wiped off his face. "Gross Sammy, you got spit all over me."

Bobby watched them from the entryway and smiled to himself, as long as Sam and Dean had each other Bobby knew they could survive a world full of real monsters and demons, even the human ones.

TBC