Family Bonds Chapter 4, a supernatural fanfic

I want to thank everyone for the kind reviews. I want to thank Elliesamdeangirl for the idea of Cass asking Dean an Sam about the use of corporal punishment.

WARNING: Mentions past spanking, some abusive. Also contains a brief spanking. The next chapter will contain a full spanking.

In answer to lexi lou, no I have never been to a conference. But I would love to go.

A couple days later, Jack was in his room playing on the laptop. He was about ready to turn it off and go to sleep, when the app he installed alerted him of breaking news.

He opened the app and read the article, a man was burned to death a couple towns away. There were no burn marks on the ground, but the body appeared as if it had not been moved.

"Sounds witchy." Jack said to himself.

He stood up to go tell the others, but stopped as he reach for the doorknob. An idea occurred to him. Killing a witch was a simple enough task, just shoot it with a witch killing bullet.

If he were to kill the witch, that would prove he was indeed ready to hunt. He knew he would be in trouble. Castiel would be furious. He might even follow through on his threat to use corporal punishment.

But it would be worth it if he was allowed to play a more active roll in hunts. Well, the punishment would be worth it. But disappointing Castiel was another matter all together.

Jack reached for the door once more, thinking it would be better to tell the others so they could kill the witch together. He did not want to disappoint the man whom he considered his Father.

But then the teen dropped his hand. He knew Castiel would forgive him, knew that he would still love him. And he really wanted to prove that he was as good hunter as Dean and Sam.

With a deep sigh, Jack made a decision. He was going to kill the witch and prove to the guys that he was a good hunter.

Guilt washed over the Nephilim as he stuffed his pillows under the covers to make it look like was sleeping. He had seen it done in a movie, and it had worked. He quickly and quietly went to the armory and grabbed a gun and a couple rounds of bullets. Then snuck out to the garage.

Another massive wave of guilt washed over him as he looked at Castiel's truck. He knew that hunters had to steal sometimes, but he also knew that it was very wrong to steal from your family. But without his wings, he could not teleport. And he couldn't walk that far. So he had to take the truck.

Jack looked at the peg board that held the keys and held a hand in the air. He still had a tiny bit of his powers left, and he tried to use them when he could. He knew that even with constant use, his full power would never return. but that did not stop him from hoping.

He felt his eyes start to glow slightly and a dim yellow glow came from his hand. Castiel's keys started to move, but then stopped. Jack had noticed the keys to the Impala and he smiled. Jack made a rash decision and Dean's keys flew to his hand.

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON!

Castiel walked into the library and saw Dean and Sam sitting at the table. Sam was typing on his laptop and Dean was playing a game on his phone.

"Are you busy?" The Angel asked. "I would like to discuss something with you."

"Naw, man." Dean said, tossing his phone onto the table. "I'm tired of angry birds kicking my ass. What's up?"

Sam closed his laptop and looked at Cass.

"I would like both of your opinions about something." Cass said, as he sat down. "Jack is a very good kid. He is sweet and is innocent in many ways. But he is a teenager, and he is also very strong willed and is eager to prove himself. I fear that one day soon, I may have to follow through with my threat. I know that both of you received that form of punishment when you were younger. Am I doing what is best for Jack?"

"Yes." Dean answered immediately. "You're right, Jack is a very good kid. He is an amazing kid. But he is a kid. Kids need to learn that their actions have consequences. The quickest way to teach kids that is through the seat of their pants."

"Sam?" Cass asked the younger brother.

"I really hate to agree with Dean." Sam said. "But he's right. I'll admit, I resented our Dad for some of the punishments he dished out. But I never once resented Bobby or Dean."

"That's because Bobby and me were never abusive." Dean said. "Sure we pounded your scrawny ass pretty hard. But we never took it too far."

"How will I know if I go too far?" Cass wanted to know. "I would truly hate myself if I hurt him."

"You won't Cass." Dean replied. "Trust me, you will never be abusive to that boy."

"Dean's right." Sam said. "Most of the times that Dad went too far, he was drunk. It takes an entire liquor store to get you drunk."

"He also punished us when he was still pissed at what we've done." Dean added. "Bobby would always put us in time out, to give himself time to calm down, before he punished us. I did the same to Sam. I never punished him when angry."

"Bobby and Dean also offered comfort after they punished me." Sam said. "I'll admit, I was kinda clingy after one of them handed my ass to me."

Cass nodded, taking in what they had said. He felt better about his decision, but he hoped that the occasion would never arise.

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON!

Jack parked the Impala at the entrance to the woods where the man's body had been found. He was scared, but also excited. He rechecked the gun, made sure it was loaded and working properly. Then he grabbed a flashlight and entered the woods. It was a bright full moon, making the track easier.

He found the site, it was still marked off with yellow caution tape.

"What are you?" A raspy voice asked him.

Jack spun around in the direction of the voice and saw a tall shadowy figure standing there. He quickly aimed his gun at the figure.

The figure gave a loud laugh and asked "Do you really think you can kill me with a gun?"

"Yes." Jack replied. "If it is loaded with witch killing bullets." Jack hoped his voice didn't sound as scared as he was starting to feel. This thing did not look like a witch.

The thing laughed again and walked towards Jack, who fired the gun several times. All of the bullets hit the figure, but they did not even slow it down. Jack gulped when the creature stopped a couple inches from him.

"I am not a witch, boy." The thing said in the same raspy voice. Then he flicked his head to the side and Jack was lifted into the air and thrown several feet, landing hard on the ground.

Jack stood back up on shaky legs, he was feeling dizzy and he could feel blood running down his face from a cut on his forehead.

He was really regretting his decision to come here alone.

"I asked you a question, boy." The creature rasped out. "What are you? You are almost human, but I can sense power. Weakened power, but still power."

"I am a hunter." Jack said, hoping his voice sounded strong. He was terrified. He had no idea how Dean was able to sound so cocky when staring into the eyes of a monster.

"No." The creature said, leaning closer to Jack. "I can sense power."

The creature did not touch Jack, but the young Nephilim was lifted several feet off of the ground and was thrown into a nearby tree with a sickening thud.

Jack screamed out in pain when he felt a bone in his arm snap. He dropped to the ground and then everything grew dark and he passed out.

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON!

The next morning, Castiel went into Jack's room to wake him up for breakfast. He was a little surprised that he was still in bed, Jack was usually an early raiser.

"Jack." He said, reaching out to gently shake him.

He was shocked when, instead of feeling Jack's shoulder, he felt a pillow. Cass threw the covers back and stared at the pillows for a moment.

"Dean! Sam!" He shouted.

A moment later, the two brothers entered the room.

"Jack's gone." Cass said, panic in his voice.

"Calm down, Cass." Dean said, but he too was worried. "I used to do this all the time. He's a teenage boy, they sneak out sometimes."

"What did you normally do when you snuck out?" Cass wanted to know.

Dean smiled as he remembered, then the smile quickly disappeared. "We've got to find the kid."

"Hey guys." Sam said, as he bent down to pick something up off of the floor. "I think he went on a hunt." He stood back up and showed them the witch killing bullet.

"Alone?" Cass and Dean asked at the time.

"Check his computer." Dean ordered.

Sam grabbed the laptop and went to the browser history.

"Here it is." Sam said. "A couple towns over, a man was burned to death. No burn marks anywhere except the body itself."

"Sound like a witch." Dean said.

"It's not." Sam said, worry and panic very evident in his voice. "The vic was drained of all of his body fluids. He was completely dried out, before the fire. That's not a witch, that's a grousta."

"Those are way more powerful then a witch, and those bullets that Jack took will have no effect on it." Dean said, an icy knot forming in his stomach.

"He took the Impala." Sam said. He was now looking at the security footage from the garage. "We'll have to take Cass's truck."

"We might not make it in time." Cass said, trying his best not to panic, but finding it very difficult to do. "Get the stuff we need to kill this thing." Then he bowed his head. "Gabriel, we need your help. Please, come here now."

While Cass was praying, Dean and Sam ran from the room and headed towards the armory. By the time they returned, Gabriel was there and Cass had explained the situation to him.

"Let's go boys." The Archangel said.

Cass grabbed Gabriel's shoulder, and Gabriel reached out and grabbed Dean and Sam's arms. Then in a bright flash of light, they vanished.

CARRY ON MY WAYWARD SON!

Jack was standing with his back against a large tree. He was not tied to the tree, but he could not move. The creature had control of his body.

"I have figured out what you are." The creature rasped out. "You are a Nephilim. But I do not understand why you are so weak, you are supposed to be even more powerful then me. But you are not."

"Long story." Jack wheezed out. He hurt all over, and he knew he had a broken arm and at least three broken ribs. Breathing was hard to do, and was extremely painful.

He was trying to be brave and strong, like Dean. But he was hurting and he was terrified. He could not stop the tears from rolling down his cheeks.

"I am glad that are not as powerful as you should be." The creature said, as he stepped closer to him and smiled. "I get my power from draining the lifeforce from people. Even in your weakened state, you will be as good as four humans. I will be more powerful then ever after I drain you dry."

The creature let out a laugh, and continued. "I only have three days to feed. Then, if I do not get enough nourishment, I am forced back into hibernation for twenty years. But after I finish with you, I will have enough strength to stay awake. To stay active."

Jack couldn't help it, he began to cry harder. Some of the tears were because of the pain and fear. But most of them were for the realization that because of him, more innocent people were going to die. Because of his actions, this creature was going to stay awake longer and kill more people.

The sounds of approaching footsteps caused the creature to spin around. Jack stared in surprise and immense relieve when he saw Dean and Sam standing there.

"More food." The creature said.

"No." Dean replied. "More hunters. Only we know what you are, and how to gank your ass."

"Is that so?" The creature laughed. "Just the two of you?"

"No." Cass replied, stepping out from behind a tree. He threw a silver knife at the creature, hitting him in the chest. The creature groaned and staggered slightly.

Dean and Sam also pulled out silver knifes and threw them, also hitting it in the chest.

The creature staggered again, then turned towards Jack. "I will feed, then kill you all!" he roared.

The creature limped towards the boy, but stopped when Gabriel suddenly appeared in front of Jack. His wings were spread out and a bright light shown from his body.

"Touch my nephew." The Archangel said. "And I will resurrect you after they kill you, just to kill you again myself."

The creature staggered backwards.

Dean grabbed a silver chain and swung one end of it towards the creature, causing the chain to wrap itself around it.

The grousta wailed in pain and then Sam and Cass once again threw silver knifes at it, both striking the creature in the head. It wailed again, then disincarnated in a cloud of thick black smoke.

With the grousta dead, Jack slumped to the ground with a loud moan.

"Jack!" Cass shouted, rushing to his side and kneeling beside him. "Jack, son. Can you hear me?"

"I…I'm sorry." Jack whispered.

"Shh." Cass said. "We will discuss that later, first let me heal you."

Cass gently placed two fingers on Jack's bruised and bloody face, causing a white light to shine. Then all of Jack's injuries were healed.

"Are you okay, Son?" Cass asked.

By then, the other three men were standing beside the two.

"I am fine." Jack replied, no longer in pain. "Thank you."

Cass stood up, then offered a hand to Jack and pulled him to his feet.

"I really am so sorry." Jack said, hanging his head down and sniffling. "I thought it was a witch."

"Are you sure you ain't still hurting?" Dean asked with concern. "Cass heal you all the way?"

"Yes." Jack replied. "I am not in any pain."

"Good." Dean replied. Then his face darkened and Jack took a step back at the intense glare the older man was giving him.

Dean grabbed the boy by his shirt front and slammed him into the tree. "What the hell were you thinking?" Dean asked, his voice low and hard. "You hunted alone, you snuck out of the bunker, and you stole my car!" by the end of the statement, Dean was shouting.

"Dean." Cass said firmly, as he grabbed the other man and shoved him away from Jack. "You need to calm down."

Jack was looking at Dean with wide eyes. He had never seen the man this angry before, not even when he wanted to kill Jack after he was first born.

"Sammy and I are driving home." Dean said, his voice still hard and his face still angry. He looked at Jack and said. "Keys."

Jack was too stunned to move, go Gabriel reached into the teen's pocket and pulled out the keys. Then tossed them to Dean. Dean caught them, then him and Sam walked towards where they had seen the car while looking for Jack.

"H…he hates me." Jack's voice was barely above a whisper and he felt like crying again. "He saw me crying, he thinks I'm a wimp. He knows I'll never be a good hunter."

"He doesn't hate you." Gabriel assured the boy.

"Gabriel is correct." Cass said. He was upset and angry over Jack's actions, and he was tempted to put the boy over his knees right then and there and spank him. But he could tell that the boy was distraught and knew he needed comfort right now. He could discipline him later.

"Dean was scared when we discovered what you were up to, we all were." Cass said. "With Dean, fear turns to anger. He does not hate you, he loves you."

"I wanted to prove to him, to all of you, that I was a good hunter. I wanted to prove to Dean that I wasn't a loser. But I failed. He won't want to train me anymore. He knows how worthless I am." Jack said.

Cass grabbed Jack's arm, turned him sideways and landed four hard slaps to his jean clad butt. Jack jumped and hissed in pain, those swats had hurt. Cass turned the youth to face him.

"You are not worthless, Jack. You are a fine young man, and I have already told you that you will make an excellent hunter one day. But not until you have more training. Do you really think Dean was born a hunter? It took years of training and of making mistakes to make him who he is today."

Cass turned to Gabriel and asked. "Can you take us back to the bunker?"

"Sure thing." He grabbed Cass's and Jack's arm, then teleported them home.

Once they were standing in the bunker, Cass turned towards Jack. The young man looked exhausted. His wounds had healed, but his clothes were still blooded and torn.

"Jack." He said, his voice soft. "Go and take a shower and get changed for bed. You have twenty minutes, then I want you in your room. I want you to stand facing the wall until I till you otherwise."

"Yes sir." Jack said sadly.

"I'll see you later, Kiddo." Gabriel said, wrapping his arms around the boy.

"See you later." Jack returned the hug. "Thank you for coming after me and protecting me."

"Anytime, Kiddo." The Archangel said.

They broke apart, then Jack left the room to do as he was told.

"Thank you, Gabriel." Cass said. "Without my wings, I never would have made it to Jack in time. I know you are busy in Heaven, thank you for coming."

"No matter how busy I am, I will always be there to help." Gabriel said. "But I better be going, things are still kinda hectic."

Then he was gone.

Cass sighed and looked upwards. His voice was soft as he spoke. "I am sorry, Kelly. I should have known Jack would try something. He is an amazing kid, but he is stubborn. He gets that from you. He also gets his gentleness and goodness from you. I promise you that I will watch over him and raise him right."

TBC!

This story has one more chapter and I will post it as soon as I can.