Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of the vampire diaries or supernatural. If I did, there'd be a lot of crossovers on TV.

Warning: This chapter contains CP (Spanking)


Chapter 7: CABIN FEVER Cont'd (BABY BRO EDITION)

Two days later and Damon was still sulking about the duration he had to stay at the motel. It was worse since they had choppy cell reception at best, and he couldn't even talk to any of the gang. Alaric would have a field day if he found out I actually missed talking to him, Damon mused, as he killed Sam.

"What? How did you… Ugh" Sam moaned

Dean and Damon laughed and it took some edge off Damon's sullen mood. Damon had lived up to his word and he had bought a new TV for their room to replace what he broke, and now they had it hooked to Stefan's laptop and were playing video games. It was not Damon's ideal pastime, but it was something to do to relieve his immense boredom. All in all, everyone was having somewhat of a at-least-don't-wanna-kill-yourself day. Everyone with the exception of Stefan, that is.

He sat glumly, curled up in the armchair in the corner with an expression on his face so thunderous, the storm outside looked calm. He had woken up that way, though woken up may be a bit of a stretch, seeing as how he didn't sleep for more that ninety minutes throughout the night. Damon spared him a part disinterested part knowing glance. His brother was more well behaved than most teens but he was still a teenager and the mood swings still came and went. Sometimes, he rode it out. Other times, a stern scolding or a couple of well-placed swats worked magic. So, he knew one way or another, this will pass. Sam, however, did not.

"Hey, is everything okay with Stefan?" he asked, genuinely concerned

"Teenagers" Dean and Damon said in tandem, surprising Sam with the timing and the matter-of-factness of the reply

"But…"

"Sammy, come on. Let him sulk" Dean advised, never taking his eyes off the racing game he was now playing with Damon. They figured, with the storm outside, this was as close as they could get to racing each other. "He'll get over it eventually. You did, when you were his age. His … physical age … you get what I'm trying to say. Just leave him be for now. He'll come around. And go eat something"

"I'm not a child Dean. I know when to eat"

"Sammy" the warning was clear

"Fine"

Dean sighed. "We must have pissed off someone upstairs. Stefan's a ticking time bomb and Sam's well, I don't even have a name for that"

"Bourbon?"

"Please"


The day that had begun somewhat okay had gotten worse as it went on. Stefan's demeanor turned darker, if that was even possible – Dean could swear there was smoke pouring out of his ears at a point – and Sam was pouty. Dean and Damon ignored them for a while, and that seemed to work, until Gabriela oh-so-graciously brought them lunch in the afternoon. And that's when things got really heated.

"Muchachos" she greeted cheerfully as she balanced her serving tray. "I brought you something"

"You know you don't have to bring us food every day, right? There's a kitchenette right there" Sam said

"Sammy, shut up" Dean muttered as he snagged a sandwich from the plate

Gabriela laughed, as she passed out the hot cocoa she had added to the sandwiches. She gave the spiked ones to Dean and Damon. "I don't mind at all" she said to Sam as she handed him a mug. It was then that she noticed Stefan's distinct lack of interaction. "Mijo, is everything…"

"Lady, don't… let him be…" Damon and Dean said at the same time in an attempt to dissuade her from engaging Stefan. She looked confused for a bit, before Damon explained. "He's moody, and very volatile today"

"Oh" Gabriela said. "Oh, I understand. Teenagers, right? My Miguel used to go through such mood swings. It was usually a call for me to lock up my china" she chuckled softly, before going slowly over to Stefan and asking in her quietest voice possible. "I can make you something else if you want, just…"

"JUST LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE" Stefan screamed at her, startling the other occupants of the room. "Is that so hard to understand? I'm starting to get why your son chose death over you. It must be very calming"

"Stefan!"

"That was not cool"

"Man, that was harsh"

Damon, Dean and Sam said respectively, horrified. Stefan just huffed and stomped off towards the door, wearing only a sweatshirt and not bothering to grab a jacket. He shouldered Gabriela on his way to the door, and that broke Damon's last nerve. He grabbed Stefan, spun him around, and laid a dozen sizzling smacks on his behind. Then he spun him again to face Gabriela.

"You apologize to her. Right now. And don't even attempt to step one foot outside that door if you know what's good for you"

Stefan took a quick swipe at his cheeks because dammit, that had hurt, and glared at his brother. "Bite me" he said darkly before brushing past them both and into the cold outside, leaving Sam with a mouth hanging open at the sheer impudence of it

Damon quickly pulled on a jacket and went after his little brother, hoping he had enough awareness left not to blur down the corridors or jump down from their floor in full view of the motel patrons. Dean also pulled on a jacket, shaking his head at Sam when the latter tried to follow him outside as well. Sam attempted to argue, and only got a warning instead.

"You so much as get off that bed Sammy and Stefan isn't the only one going to find sitting very unappealing for the next few days"

Sam blushed red as Gabriela was still around when Dean said that, and plopped himself miserably on the bed. Dean escorted Gabriela to her rooms downstairs, and made it back just in time to see Damon dragging Stefan by the ear and Sam by the arm back into their room.

"Let go of me" Stefan yelled, struggling in his brother's grip, though Damon didn't give any indication that it was bothering him. Instead he pushed Sam further into the room.

"Go warm up" he ordered. "It was very foolish of you to go out in the storm like that, Sam" he admonished, before swiftly pulling Stefan over his knee without a beat, the sudden change of pace and position making the boy's vision swim.

"Oh, he's going to be toasty all right. In more ways than one" Dean said grimly, stalking towards a rapidly paling Sam while pulling off his belt.


"What WHACK did I say WHACK about getting off WHACK that damn bed, Sammy? WHACK" Dean begun as he starting whacking at Sam.

"Ah, Dean stop it" Sam screeched

"What WHACK did WHACK I WHACK say? WHACK" Dean enunciated

"Not to. You said not to get off the bed. Dean please, I just…"

"And WHACK what WHACK did WHACK you WHACK do WHACK anyway?"

"I got off the bed…"

"And? WHACK"

"And went outside. Ow ow ow"

"In a WHACK damn WHACK shirt. In a cold WHACK of WHACK this WHACK magnitude. Are WHACK you WHACK insane? WHACK There is a literal WHACK blizzard WHACK out there, WHACK and you went out WHACK anyway, WHACK inadequately dressed, I might add. WHACK Were you trying WHACK to freeze WHACK your WHACK ass WHACK off?"

"It feels really warm now, I don't think that will be a problem" Sam muttered, eyes tightly closed

"Are you sassing me right now, little boy?"

"No sir" Sam said quickly as he choked on a sob. Dean was not playing around with those swats. He suddenly felt very sorry for Stefan. If this was what he was feeling with the protection of his jeans, Stefan had it way worse.

Stefan landed over damn's knees with a thud, and even though on some level he knew the position meant nothing but pain for his backside, he was too riled up to care. That is, until Damon swept his jeans and boxers down to his knees and started landing swat after searing swat on his bare hindquarters. He had enough awareness left to see Dean shove Sammy over the back of the armchair and start whaling at him with a belt – he got to keep his pants, the lucky bastard – before the building heat in his backside brought him back to his own situation, and Damon's lecture. When had that even begun?

"When I tell you SWAT not to do something SWAT I don't say it SWAT to hear myself talk SWAT You do not SWAT walk outside SWAT in the middle of a snow storm SWAT in nothing but jeans SWAT and a sweatshirt SWAT just because you SWAT are SWAT having SWAT a bad SWAT day SWAT There are humans in this motel, Stefan SWAT We do not SWAT expose ourselves SWAT in that way"

"You threw a knife into the TV. I don't think you're in a any position to tell me how to behave when I'm having a bad day" Stefan hiccupped gruffly, not ready yet to concede despite the growing heat in his backside

"That is not the point" Damon smacked harder, eliciting a small ow from Stefan. "And I would watch that tone considering your position at the moment"

Sam's sorriness for Stefan suddenly flew out the window when Dean started to pull his own jeans to his knees, followed quickly by his briefs. A cold breeze blew over his bottom and brought him some relief from the burning for a second, but all that was lost when Dean brought the belt down on his now unprotected backside.

"Dean wait, please. I didn't mean to … P-please. Ow. Deeaaannn!" Sam howled, tears rapidly pouring down his face

"This WHACK will teach WHACK you WHACK to be WHACK a WHACK smart mouth" Dean said as he laid a dozen blistering stripes on his brother's bottom

"Ow, please Damon"

"Please, what"

"I'm sorry, okay. Whatever I did, I'm sorry. Will you let me up now?"

"Whatever you did? Dean, throw me that hairbrush" Damon said, irritation seeping into his voice. He caught the brush deftly and brought it cashing down on the very deserving bottom before him, before Stefan had time to protest. "I don't know what SLAP has gotten into you today SLAP but this SLAP stops SLAP now SLAP You do not SLAP show that kind of disrespect SLAP to someone like Gabriela SLAP That was low SLAP and as soon as we are done here SLAP, you're going SLAP to march SLAP your little behind SLAP downstairs SLAP and apologize SLAP. Understood? SLAP" When he was met with nothing but silence and sobs, he swatted harder, wondering just what had gotten into his little brother, and making Stefan jump. "I SLAP said, SLAP do SLAP you SLAP understand? SLAP" Stefan nodded. "I can't hear you nod Stefan"

"Yes s-sir" Stefan sobbed, nodding along vigorously. "Ow. Damon please. It hurts"

"Good. Now you mind explaining to me where this horrible attitude is from? Its never been this bad before" Silence again. "Stefan?"

"It's n-nothing"

"I will caution against lying to me Stefan, considering your ass is facing my brush" a chuckle was heard from Dean somewhere in the room, as he run his hand through Sam's hair and rubbed his back

"I hic I'm n-not lying hic honest. I just, I d-don't kno-know hic what's wro-wrong with m-me" Stefan hiccupped through the sentence, miserable and very, very sorry

Damon sighed. "Alright. After you apologize to Gabriela, you're gonna take a nap. A long one. See if that will get rid of this crankiness", he raised one knee and dropped the other. "Let's finish this"

By the time Stefan's brain caught up, Damon had already laid ten agonizing smacks on the crease of his bottom; thankfully with his hand, though at this point it could have been with a hot poker for all Stefan cared as he screamed his guts out. Damon was grateful to the storm and whistling wind outside as he was certain they were the only reason no one was breaking down their door to see who was being tortured.


Dean took a sip of his beer and placed it back onto the table. Bourbon and scotch and whiskey and all those fancy rich people drinks were good and all but sometimes a beer is the best way to go, especially the rich upmarket ones Damon had bought packs of on their visit to the mall. He was playing cards with Damon, who stuck to his bourbon no matter what Dean said about the amazing beer. From the corner of his eye, he saw Gabriela still fawning over Sam and Stefan, even though they had long fallen into deep sleep.

After Damon's 'talk' with Stefan, he had marched him down to Gabriela's room, where he apologized honestly and tearfully. Then, he had been marched back to their room and after a few hugs and kisses to the head, put to bed. Dean had done the same with Sam earlier with the exception of the apology part, and both boys were half asleep before Gabriela came back in. The glare she threw in Damon and Dean's direction was enough to shut down whatever they would have said as she started mothering the contrite boys half to death.

"Gabriela, they are definitely asleep now. Why don't you go and get some rest?" Damon offered. "Or you can make them something nice for dinner, and come pamper them some more?"

The woman huffed. "Fine" she conceded, gathering her dishes and leaving

"I think you were a bit harsh with Sam today" Damon said, reshuffling the cards. "I mean, he shouldn't have gone outside so scantily dressed but still"

Dean nodded, taking another swig of his beer. "I know. I may have overreacted a bit. It's just… Sam is… I've always been responsible for Sam, lets just leave it at that"

"I get it. Its another of those conversations we are not drunk enough for, isn't it?"

Dean chuckled. "You could say so"

"Well, how about we pretend that today, we are drunk enough to have that conversation?" Damon proposed, raising an eyebrow at Dean

They talked for half an hour, and even though they both left a lot of things out about their individual messed up lives, they got the gist of it. When it was over, Dean got up to refill Damon's glass and grab another beer for himself. He plopped the glass in front of Damon as he retook his seat.

"So, doppelganger huh?"

"Yep. Rarer than volcanic lightning and I still got saddled with the only one for the nearest possible future" Damon said. "Demon blood, huh?"

"Yep" Dean repeated. "Little brothers, right"

"Little brothers"


Sorry it took longer to update than usual. I'll try to get the next chapter up sooner but no promises.