Chapter Three: They're Coming
*Wednesday; THE DAY!"
Apparently Dean must be close because mom came bursting through the door at nine am. "Wake up! Get dressed! Then Breakfast!" She sang.
"Mom? Why? Sleep…"
"Yeah, Sleep," Shelby repeated.
"They will be here in two hours. Get your teenage butt's up."
We both grumbled when mom left. I was the first to speak. "Stupid people, can't they come at a normal time. Like three? or four in the afternoon…"
"I know! Men, they're always up so fucking early. Stomping around, making noise. Ugg!" Shel replied. I hit the shower while Shelby watched TV. I got out ten minutes later leaving the shower on and she got in the shower. We both dried our hair together, brushed our teeth, put on some makeup, got dressed, and went downstairs to eat.
Mom made us eggs, bacon, and orange juice. "Well, you two look lovely," she noted us.
"Thanks," we said sitting down to eat. Shelby dressed in a black tank top, red cardigan, black jeans, and red two inch heels. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail. I wore a simple white tank top, black and red plaid flannel long sleeve shirt, blue denim mid thigh shorts, and black Nikes. My hair down and hanging loose around my left shoulder. My hair is wavy, which makes me happy as I don't have to do much with it.
Putting my duffle bag on an empty kitchen chair; Shelby, momma, and I sat down to eat. It was already ten-thirty by the time we were done, leaving us thirty minutes. My best friend and I cleaned up the kitchen while mom made coffee and went into the other room to go watch Dance mom's.
At eleven o'clock sharp the men arrived in a black, 1967, Chevy Impala. Our doorbell rang and Shelby answered leaving me sitting at the table with my head in my arms, as I sat wallowing in self pity and misery.
One brother, Dean, is six foot. He has light brown/dirty blonde spiked up in the front hair, and green eyes. To complete the observation, a sexy as hell, muscular, athletic body. He also wore a tight black shirt, brown old leather jacket, and light blue loose jeans.
I don't know his brothers name, but he's a fucking giraffe standing six' four and looks strong as well. He has brown, ear length with eyebrow bangs length hair. His eye color is brown. He wore a tan brown jacket, blue flannel shirt, and dark blue loose jeans.
"Hello." I heard Shelby say sort of scared-like. She gets that way when she doesn't want something to happen.
"Hi, Is Miss Affini here?"
"Yeah… I'll go get her… MOMMA! THE MEN ARE HERE!"
Mom calmed her crying down to sniffles as she emerged the door, she was dressed in a black skirt, translucent black tights, and a blue cashmere sweater.
"Dean?" She asked questioningly.
"Yes," he answered her in a sort or Texas gruff tone. "This is my brother, Sam."
"Why don't you two come in? I made coffee, would you like some?"
"Sure, thank you."
They walked into the kitchen and I heard them stop at the doorway. They probably stopped because I was sitting at the table with my head in my arms, groaning and mumbling, probably looking pathetic.
"Honey, this is Sam and Dean. Stand up and introduce yourself. Shelby walked in the room next. She put her hand on my head. "She's just tired, didn't sleep well."
I made a loud groan, still had my head in my arms. The brothers looked at each other. I could tell they were horribly trying to stifle a laugh.
My mom spoke angrily in Italian, "ottenere il vostro culo o ottengo il cucchiaio. Leo e scortese, Caterina." (Get your butt up or I get the spoon. You are being rude, Caterina.)
I responded with my head still down, "mamma, non voglio andare! Si prega di dire loro di andare via , io non voglio andare più!" (Mamma, I don't want to go! Please tell them to go away, I don't want to go anymore!)
When I heard the spoon drawer where she keeps her cooking utensils open, I jolted my head out of my arms and looked at the two men in agony. "Hi, I'm Cat."
I didn't mean to sound like a spiteful bitch, but I did.
"Caterina-" my mother warned.
Shelby sat down next to me. "Come on, Cat. It won't be for long. You know you can talk to us everyday and what not. It'll be ok." She hugged me and I returned the affection and then stood up.
"Should we go upstairs so you guys can talk?" Shelby asked.
"Caterina, Shelby you can stay. Why don't we go into the living room and talk." mom replied to her.
"Si' mamma." I don't know why, but whenever I become upset, speaking Italian comforts me.
"That means yes!" Shelby said confidently. She didn't understand Italian, so when she recognized some words, she became proud.
"Yeah," I said smiling at my best friend and patting her back. Dean and Sam sat on the couch and placed their coffee on the coffee table in front of them. Mom sat on the blue chair to the left of the couch, that was angled so the sofa and TV was in view. There was really no other space, so Shelby and I settled on the floor. Our posture is awesome, so we weren't uncomfortable.
"So, your daughter has abilities?" Sam asked.
"Yes, she can hear things from distances and see visions of the future."
"Caterina. We know this is probably hard on you, but you know there isn't an ideal time set on controlling your abilities?"
"Yeah, mom told me. But, I'll do whatever it takes." I replied to Sam's question.
"Alight, well ma'am-"
Suddenly, Sam grabbed his head and squeezed his eyes shut. A few seconds passed and he told Dean that he saw another one about a girl.
"Crap, we'd better get going." Dean said.
"Wait, what just happened?" Mom asked confused and shocked. "Do you share her ability?"
"Sort of, we really do need to get going though. It's a long drive to where we need to be."
"Ok, yes I understand." My mom stood up and walked over to hug me. "Te amo, baby." she softly spoke and kissed the top of my head. Even I was shorter than her by two inches. Shelby was next to hug me. "Love you, Cat. Call me."
"I will, Shell." I replied hugging her tight.
I saw my mom walk over to Sam and Dean standing by the door. She spoke softly, but my ears picked up as she said, "if she gets out of line, you discipline her as you see fit. I don't want her brought back being a spoiled brat."
My cheeks turned red from embarrassment, and the men looked uncomfortable.
"We'll do our best to take care of your daughter," was Sam's reply.
Grabbing my duffle bag, I looked back and waved before walking out the door with them. Mom called out, "Be respectful!" I only laughed at that.
My phone vibrated in my back pocket and I read a text from Shelby saying: Have a good trip, call me when you get there;)
I replied: I'll call you more than that! Love you."
Shelby: Love you!
Then I put my phone back in my pocket. Dean opened the trunk and grabbed my duffle bag putting it in the Impala.
"I like your car. Nice model. What is it, a late 60's Impala?"
"Yeah, 1967," he beamed, also a bit taken back that I knew what I was talking about.
"Don't get him started. When he talks about the car he doesn't shut up." his brother said matter-of-factly.
"Hey this isn't just A car, this is baby." Dean said rubbing the steering wheel happily.
"Well, don't let us stop you from feeling up your baby," I said. I shouldn't have said that. Dean glared at me but Sam laughed. "I was joking, Dean. Don't be like that." I added trying to lighten the mood. I think I heard Dean call me a smart ass, but I'm not sure.
We drove for a couple of hours before stopping at a place to eat. They discussed something as I sat in touch with my thoughts. My ears tuned in when Dean said, "You have to stab it in the heart with an elephant tusk, that's been dipped in dwarf blood."
"What?!" I beamed now interested but shocked.
"Yeah.. Um- you see, we're hunters. We hunt monsters. I was just telling Sam how to kill this god."
"What god?"
Sam looked at Dean. "We shouldn't get her into this crap, Dean." Sam whispered to his big bro.
"Yeah, you're right," Dean whispered back. "Sorry, sweetheart, not talking about it." Dean said now talking to me.
I slumped back in my seat. "Well, why not?" I asked a bit sharp and irritated.
Sam replied, "Because we don't want you to know about it. This life isn't all too great. And one piece of information can lead to one thing, and we just- no, now drop it."
"Well thanks for the well put together speech, Sam."
The waitress came by as Sam was about to say something.
The taller brother ordered a salad, while the older one ordered a burger with fries.
"What about you, darlin'?" The brown haired, southern, twenty-year-old, pretty waitress asked.
"Nothing, thank you."
"Why don't you swing by in a minute or two, she probably just hasn't decided what she wants yet." Sam suggested.
"Alright," she said leaving.
I glared at Sam and Dean with angry eyes. What the hell were they doing? I don't want anything, I'm not even hungry. Mom made a pretty damn good and plenty breakfast this morning.
"You're going to eat, your body needs fuel." Dean said when he saw how shocked I was that they were going to make me eat.
"But, I'm not hungry."
"Well, get hungry." Dean replied. "A teen like you can't just go skipping meals."
"Fine." I sighed exasperated. The waitress came back and I ordered a fruit cup and water. "Happy?" I snarled at them.
They sighed and started to eat. This was going to be about as much fun as staring at a coat hanger.
When we all finished, we headed back to the Impala. I got in, Sam followed, and Dean just stood there for a second thinking.
"What's he doing?" I asked.
"Thinking probably. He gets mad easily, you should probably tone down on the attitude and just do as he says. That's how we were raised.
"No, you two are strangers to me. Why should I just say 'how high' when you say 'jump'?"
"Look, I know this is new for you. But we are responsible for you and can't have you passing out on us from hypoglycemia. Alright?" his voice turned stern.
"Alright," I replied.
"Try 'yes sir' next time."
He turned around, but I stared at him, a bit taken back, a bit outraged. I so did not plan on following that order. He could kiss my ass before that happened.
Dean opened the door and got in the car. He was silent and started the car, then drove off. We drove till ten o'clock, and then stopped at a motel. They got two rooms next to each other.
When we got to the room, Sam said, "Don't go anywhere, just go to sleep. We're leaving at five or six. Ok?"
"Kay," was all I replied with. I knew what he wanted to hear. He looked at me, an angry expression morphed on his face, and those dark brown, intense eyes bored into mine. I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, he bent down to my eye level.
"Want to try again?"
I waited stubbornly. He didn't even blink as my eyes were all over the place. Finally I gave in as I didn't want to be in too much trouble.
"Yes, sir," I basically groaned. Ugg, I felt so whipped. But my mom did give them the ok to punish me. Fuck my life.
"Good, now go get some sleep. If you need us, don't hesitate to wake us up."
"Kay-sir, I mean, yes, sir." I said fixing my reply when he glared at me again. How was he making me do that? Might have something to do with a mixture of his intense eyes, height, and muscles.
"Better, Night." he said. Dean said good night also. I returned the comment with a 'good night' too. I didn't want to go to sleep honestly. I sort of don't know why, but I waited them out before sneaking out. I focused in on their room and when I heard snoring, I left. Walking around outside, a man offered me a cigarette. Interested, I took it and smoked with him. I'd never smoked before, so when I took the first drag, I coughed a lot. But then, I got used to it and stopped coughing.
He asked me where I was from, how old I was, all that stuff. I asked him what he was doing out here, he told me, "they don't let you smoke in the motel, sets off the alarm."
"Oh, good decision then I guess."
"Yeah, what about you. Teenage girl shouldn't be out here by yourself." I noted that he spoke with a british accent. He looked more rebel though with his tattoos, leather jacket, white t-shirt, and jeans. He also looked maybe twenty-five due to his five o'clock shadow.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I snuck out. My- uh- guardians, they got on my nerves. Had to get out, you know?"
"Ha, yeah, I do."
We finished up the rest of our talk around two in the morning. "Well, later. Thanks for the cig."
"No problem, just don't let your guardians smell it on you. Later," he said while walking in the other direction back to his room and I walked to mine.
When I went to go into my room, I noticed something. Did they put fucking tape on the damn door?! Oh my god, I'm in deep shit, I thought. After I went into my room, Dean put tape on the door just for insurance.
"Well, guess I'm in for it." I told myself, walking into the motel room.
Five-fucking-thirty in the morning hit, and Sam barged into my room. He didn't even knock, just came busting in while Dean followed.
"What did we say?!" he yelled.
"No, too early." I moaned. He was like my mom.
Dean pulled back the covers, grabbed my arm tight, and pulled me to my feet. Thank goodness my sweatshirt went down to my mid thigh, because it would have been very awkward it they didn't.
"Hey, let go." I ordered angrily, just starting to wake up.
"Answer me sweetheart. You don't want to piss us off right now! We gave you one order. Stay in your room! You disobeyed us, we didn't know where the hell you were. You do not know what is out there at night, we do! You aren't an adult. We tell you to do something, you do it!" he reprimanded. I looked at Sam, he was seething while Dean was fuming anger.
"I'm sorry, sir…" I said trying to look down, but he caught my jaw in his hand, forcing me to look at him.
"Are you sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?" Sam now started in.
Standing there in my mid thigh length sweatshirt with nothing on underneath except for my panties, having this six foot guy gripping my arm and chin, while Sam stood maybe four feet away. This was awkward. I shifted on my feet, trying to pull away from Dean. He said, "no. I don't think you have any respect for us. Sam, you wanna deal with her first or should I?"
"I'll do it," he said taking me by my free arm. I didn't exactly resist, but he did have to some what pull me as he walked towards the bed. When the gears in my brain started turning, I realised I should probably start resisting. Struggling to get away, I couldn't get out of his grasp.
"No!" I shouted as he sat down and pulled me over his left knee, putting his right leg over my legs.
"Dean! Help me, don't let him do this!"
I felt Sam's hand rest on my lower back as I looked at Dean.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but you earned it."
I turned to look at Sam who brought his hand up high in the air. He looked back at me with intensity and then brought down the first smack. A loud sound filled the air. Hand to skin contact repeated over and over again. Every twenty or so smacks becoming harder and faster.
*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK*
He paused to scold my actions. "When we tell you to do something, *SMACK* you do it! *SMACK* Understand?" *SMACK*
The spanking was relentless and it got worse after I shouted, "Yes, sir!" *SMACK*
He spanked me so hard I thought my ass would fall off.
*SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK, SMACK*
"Good!" Altogether I probably spent three to five minutes over his knee. I was crying by the end of it. He let me up and hugged me, he let me cry into his stomach as I was too short compared to him. Dean stepped in next and told me to bend over the bed.
"What?" I said scared.
"You heard me. Bend over the bed."
"Wh-Why?!"
"Because, you're going to get spanked with a belt, that's why. Now, don't make me repeat myself.
I started to cry again. Sam's hand was really freaking painful. I'd never been spanked before with a belt. I didn't know what to expect. I bent over the twin size bed and gripped the ugly, green blanket.
Hearing the sound of a buckle clank and leather sliding out of his belt loops, I cringed. My sweatshirt still covered my ass, but Dean had to go and fucking pull it up to my lower back. Fuck him. I squirmed and tried to fight him by pulling it back down, but he swatted my freshly spanked ass hard! "AWW!" I cried out.
"Then stop trying to pull your shirt down," he said. I heard him walk over to my right side and then he brought the belt up and then down harshly. I basically screamed at that.
Up and down repeatedly the belt formed a pattern. I only received fifteen from him, but it felt more like fifty by the time he finished. I cried the whole way through, gripping the blanket as hard as I could.
He helped me off the bed and pulled me to him. I hugged him back so tight, he had a hard time breathing. When I realized this I loosened my grip. Man did my ass hurt! Ugg, I knew I was going to have an uncomfortable journey ahead of me.
When Dean released me of his hug; I stood facing him, crying. He took my jaw in his hand and said, "Don't ever do that again, ok? We don't need you going off and getting hurt or something in the middle of the night."
"Yes sir," I said sobbing.
"Good. Well be in our room. We expect you to be ready in ten. Don't make us come back here, just knock on our door when you're good, K?"
"Yes sir…" I said going over to my duffle and getting a pair of jeans out.
He looked over to Sam, and then I heard footsteps behind me, then they stopped. Sam turned me to look at him and brought me in for a hug. I hugged him back and apologized, saying I wouldn't do it anymore. Feeding him all of that teenage bull.
He let go and both of them went back into their room, leaving me to get ready in ten minutes. I changed into light blue ripped jeans, a blue sweater with a black camisole under it, and black boots.
When my teeth and hair was brushed, I went over to their room and banged on the door until it bursted open. I only did it to annoy them, it worked. Sam opened the door so fast with a look of pure irritation as he sharply said "what?!"
I put on a bright smile, annoyingly innocent, "I'm ready."
"Well, you didn't need to bang on the damn door. We said knock, not act as if someone were trying to stab you." Dean gruffed on his way out the door, Sam followed in suit.
"Sorry," I fake apologized. We went and got doughnuts at six when we stopped at Dunkins Doughnuts. I ate half of one as they wouldn't let me go without eating. Dean had to threaten to spank me if I didn't eat one.
"You want another sore ass, cause I will make sure that happens if you don't eat."
"No, sir. I don't."
"Then quit pouting, and go order something."
So, I went up to the counter and ordered a chocolate doughnut and coffee. We went to get into the car and when Dean and Sam didn't notice I threw half of the doughnut away, and when they looked at me I took a bite.
"And you said you weren't hungry," Sam laughed.
"Eh, I guess I was hu?" Going along with them, knowing I would get into trouble if I didn't. Mom wouldn't have made me eat if I didn't want to. But, I guess men see things differently a lot of the time.
Sam and Dean were growing on me. Despite the fact that they threaten to and do spank me, make me do things I don't necessarily want to; I kind of like them. They're like the brothers I never had. When my dad left a few months ago, that male role in my life was gone. Just vanished. I had no one to replace it. So yeah, they filled that role. And when I go to see Missouri, I might miss them.
I pulled out my cellphone and texted Shelby.
Me: Hey, girl. How's it going?
Shelby: Pretty ok. Hanging with your mom. She misses you. How are you?
Me: Ok ig, I miss you all too.
Shelby: AWW!
Me: You been studying for that french test?
Shelby: Yes! It's easy as pie. LOL.
Me: Good, well I have to go. Sam's making me put my phone away! Ugg! WTF! Anyways, I'll call you tomorrow. Love you!
Shelby: Love you too. They sound like ass hats. Bye.
I put my phone away in my back pocket.
"Why did I have to put my phone away?"
"Because, we want you to start learning about your powers. Dean got you this book on stuff like being clairaudient and clairvoyant. So, start reading," he said handing it back to me.
"Thanks Dean." I said opening it up. There was a lot of information on the book. The history of the abilities, how to handle it, how to focus on it, and all that jazz. Ok, it looked interesting, but I wasn't really reading it. I got bored, so I put my knees up, opened up the book, put it in my lap, and held my phone while playing tetris to look like I was reading. I got away with it for a few minutes before Sam reached over the seat and pulled away the book. When he discovered I wasn't reading, he let out a breath of frustration.
"Give me your phone."
"Why? I was going to read, Sam I swear I'll read it. Please?"
Dean cut in, "He wanted you to read, and you play on your phone. You couldn't have read like a chapter or something?"
"Please, I'll read!"
"No, give me the damn phone, Caterina." Sam's tone became icy cold and low.
"But Sam!"
"Damnit, I will haul you out of this car and give you a damn good spanking if you don't hand it over."
I got scared. "Fine!" I said brat-like. He reached his palm out and I slammed the phone into his hand with great force.
"Don't even, you get rid of that attitude right now." He said with intensity.
"Yes sir…" I basically mumbled, unhappy that I was phoneless. Also unhappy because I got another threat. I was afraid that they might actually spank me again. Why did this have to be so hard? I was so used to doing my own thing, and now they expect me to be a bitch and sit on command! Life Status: SO UNFAIR!
We reached Wyoming, with only two more states to go. We will stop at another hotel on the way according to Dean.
"Sam?" I asked, trying my best to be innocent and quiet.
"Yeah?" He answered, it was like he was distracted though. I mean, I did interrupt his reading, but I think for good purpose.
"Can I have my phone back?" That was for good purpose.
"No," was all he said. I didn't want to argue with him, but I promised I'd call mom and Shelby.
"Please, I just want to call mom and Shelby."
"You can have it back to call them. But you give it back when you're finished."
"Ok, thank you." I said when he handed the cell back to me.
When I finished calling my mother and best friend I gave the tallest Winchester MY phone back. I didn't feel like this should be happening. I mean, so what, I didn't read the damn book. I was going to! Maybe… I don't know, but that's not the point. The point is, I'm dealing with two men who threaten to put me over their knee at every opportunity, who take my phone, who tell me to go to bed at certain times, who even tape my fucking door! This is what I'm dealing with, and I hate it! But, they are also taking care of me… Maybe I'm looking at the glass half empty.
We drove until one in the morning, and then Dean pulled into a motel. He then asked for two motel rooms and surprisingly there was none available. Crap! There was a room though with three beds, twin size. That was at least good. Sam asked me if I would be comfortable with that and I said, "as long as I don't have to share a bed, I'm good."
We went into the motel room, and Dean told me to get ready for bed, but I already passed out on one of the beds nearest to the door. They both looked at me and Dean whispered, "why can't she be like this all the time?"
Sam laughed at him and they both got ready for bed, tumbled onto the twin size mattresses, and fell asleep.