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A special thanks to AlElizabeth for beta'ing my story.

A/N: This chapter prompt is from Ezra Scarlet. It was asked for an abusive John. Though I do not think that John would ever intentionally abuse Sam or Dean, it does make for a good story. This just deals with what happens if there is too much stress when dealing with problems.

This chapter deals with spanking of a child. It is not detailed, but it is implied. If it's a problem, please skip reading this. No flamers please!

Chapter 3: Taking It Too Far

John sat at the table while Missouri poured two mugs of coffee.

"I am so sorry about what Dean did," John apologized when Missouri walked back to the table.

"Hush now," Missouri waved her hand. "Dean and I worked through that. No harm no foul, but he does need to work on his anger issues."

"My son is not an angry child," John stated, starting to get defensive. "He just lost his mother."

"John Winchester," Missouri matched his volume. "You will not come into my house and talk to me in that tone. I was not accusing your son of anything. But there is anger there or he wouldn't have attacked the way he did. All I am doing is bringing it to your attention, but I will not stand for blatant disrespect."

John blinked at the woman sitting next to her. He couldn't believe that he was thoroughly chastised like a small child.

"Now," Her voice went back to her sweet caring voice. "You came here for a reason. How can I help you?"

John and Missouri sat at the table and talked for a few hours. When they were finished, John wanted to check on his sons. He went in the other room and saw his sons both were asleep, Dean lying on his side with his arm protectively over little Sammy. John closed the door again and let them sleep.

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It's been five months since that day at Missouri's house. John had been trying to juggle two boys and the garage. Lately his nerves have been on edge. Things were not going right at the shop. Dean was still not talking at home, but having tantrums if anyone came near Sam. It all came to a head one day when Angela, the secretary, came in the office where the boys were and got too close baby. Dean who was at the other end of the office didn't like that she was getting too close near his brother.

John was putting up his tools when he heard the screams coming from his office. Rushing into the room, what he saw caused him to completely snap. Inside he saw that Angela was standing next to Sam's playpen and Dean was screaming at the top of his lungs with his fists balled up hitting and kicking at her. The poor girl was trying to hold Dean off and not fall into the pen with Sam.

In three determined steps John walked over to Dean, gripped his arm and quickly swatted Dean with a firm hand three times across his bottom.

That action surprised Dean so much, he yelped with the fact that he's never been hit before.

Daddy never hit before, Dean thought, looking up at a very angry father.

John roughly turned Dean around to face him and gripped his arms rather tightly.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" John yelled at his oldest.

With all the screaming before and now with John's thunderous voice it was too much for Sammy and he started crying.

Not taking his eyes off of Dean John said, "Angela, take Sammy out of here. I need to speak with my son."

Dean visibly gulped. All the times he had seen his dad angry the man had never actually been mad with him. This had to be the first time Dean was ever scared of what his Dad was going to do. The look alone on his face was enough for Dean to worry if his Dad even still loved him. Dean watched as Angela picked up Sam and walked out of the office and close the door behind her. He looked at the closed door and then up at his father.

"Dean," John stood up and walked to his desk and sat down. "I'm very disappointed with you. You know better than this."

Dean put his head down, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"This is the second time you have attacked someone, and I can't have this continue." Dean looked up at his father.

With a crooked finger, John beckoned Dean over to him. Dean's eyes got huge and he shook his head. He knew if he walked over to his Dad, he wasn't going to like what was going to happen next.

"Dean, come here."

John stood up and walked over to Dean. Dean started backing up until he was against the wall.

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Angela walked around the garage with Sammy in her arms. Everyone that saw her with the small bundle on her hip just migrated towards her. Sam loved the attention he was getting. Everyone was either pinching his cheeks or saying how cute he was. He laid he head on Angela's shoulder. After a few more minutes John emerged out of his office with Dean in tow. Dean was crying and rubbing his eyes with one fist and his other rubbing his backside. Angela walked over to John. Sam took a look at his older brother and saw that he was crying and the tears started to well up in his eyes. John took Sam from Angela.

"Angela," John said propping Sam on his arm. "I'm really sorry about what Dean did."

"I guess it's alright," Angela said looking down at a very chastised little boy. "He didn't really hurt me, he's just a little guy. No harm done."

"Well, Dean knows he's not to do that again."

"I'm going to go now," Angela said. "I had put the orders on your desk."

"Alright," John said. "I think I'm going to get out of here too. I think these two need something to eat and go to bed."

They parted company. John walked to the Impala and proceeded to put Sam in his car seat. Dean got in on the other side and moved closer to the car seat and sat down. Once Sam was buckled in, John got in the driver's seat and drove off.

On the way back to the house they were renting, John didn't hear a sound coming from the back except for the occasional sniffling. Once at the house, both boys were asleep. John looked at them through the rear-view mirror and shook his head.

Later that night, both boys were in their beds asleep. John was sitting at the kitchen table thinking back on what all happened today. He never thought he would ever have to spank his boys, but what Dean was doing could not continue. Dean couldn't keep attacking people who got close to Sam.

"Oh Mary," John whispered. "What am I going to do with our son?"

John got up from the kitchen, went to his room and went to bed.

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It has now been a year since the fire and with November 2nd coming around things have been tenser than ever. Dean has not attacked anyone since that day at the garage. As a matter of fact, Dean and Sam haven't left the rental house since that day. John has been leaving them alone when he goes to work. He thought about getting a babysitter, but the way that Dean acts when someone gets close to Sam, he decided to leave them to their own devices. He knows deep down that Dean is a good kid and will always look out for Sam.

Well, one particular day, John comes home from work. He's had a rough day. When he walked in the house it's a wreck. Toys everywhere, clothes all over the place.

"DEAN," John yells.

Dean walked in the living room where his Dad was. He saw the look on his Dad's face and instantly started to back up covering his bum with his hands.

"Dean," John starts walking towards him. "Why does this house look like this?"

Dean back up till his was against the wall. His hands didn't move from where they were. He just looked up at his dad. John crouched down and grabbed his son's shoulders and shook him a little.

"Talk." John demanded. "Why does this house look like this? Haven't I told you to clean up your mess? Where's Sammy?"

Fear shown in those big green eyes, but Dean stood his ground. Slowly, he shook his head at his father. John shook Dean harder.

"WHERE IS SAM?!"

Tears rolling down Dean's cheeks, he was so scared, but he stood his ground and shook his head again. No matter what his dad was going to do. Dean was determined that Sam would not see it. When he heard that their Dad came home and he already began yelling, Dean hid Sam before he came out to the living room. If their Daddy was going to be scary, then Sammy didn't need to see it.

John losing patience with his oldest not answering his questions, he grabbed hold of Dean's arm and turned him sideways. He raised his hand to hit Dean across the bum when there was a knock on the door.

Dean standing there with his eyes closed tightly waiting for the hit to come, was surprised when his father let go of his arm and turned him back so his back was against the wall.

John walked over to the door.

"Who is it?"

"John Winchester, you open this door," Dean recognized that sweet voice on the other side of the door.

John opened the door to see Missouri on the other side.

"What are you doing here?"

"Saving you from a mistake," Missouri said walking into the house.

She walked pass John and looked at Dean against the wall. She saw his tear-stained face and shook her head. She pulled out a moist towelette that she had in her purse and walked over to Dean. She wiped his face of the tears.

"Dean," her voice was calm and soothing. "I want you to go get your brother. You and him are coming with me."

"The hell they are," John cut in.

"Go on," Missouri turned Dean towards the hallway not paying attention to John.

Once Dean was gone in the back rooms Missouri stood up and faced John. The look on her face made John cringe a little inside.

"What do you think you were doing?" the sweetness of Missouri's voice was gone.

"What are you talking about?" John turned and sat down in the chair.

"Your son is afraid of you."

"No he's not," John sneered. "He just doesn't want to be punished."

Missouri walked around the chair so that she was facing John. "Well, what was he being punished for?" Putting emphases on the word punished.

"He wouldn't tell me where Sam was."

"And did you ever think to imagine why he would not tell you. Hell, the way you're acting I wouldn't tell you where Sam was. He was afraid. Afraid of what you would do if you knew where Sam was. John, look at yourself. Your son is AFRAID of you. Is that what you want? Do you want your son to fear you, or respect you? Now, I'm all for chastising a child if they have done wrong. I've been known to wield a mean spoon, but there is a big difference in punishing and abusing. And right now, that's what your doing. You are walking that thin line of being close to abusing your son. So what I'm going to do is save you from that. I will be taking the boys. You need to get things straight with you. And once you are ready to be a father to these boys then you can have them back."

Missouri stepped away from John before he could even say anything. But the look on John's face was nothing but hurt. What Missouri said cut deep in John. He didn't want his son afraid of him. Thinking back he could now really see the fear that was in his son's face when he stood in front of him.

"Oh Mary, what have I done," John cried in his hands.

Missouri came out from the backrooms with Sam on her hip and Dean in tow. They walked out of the house without even letting John know they were leaving. She could hear him crying when they walked out of the house. She couldn't help but smile a little. Maybe all will be well for this family, she thought putting Sam and Dean in the back of her car.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a prompt of what mini adventure you would like to see in this story.

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