Hi. I'm Emeline, And I wanted to address your concerns. I, like a lot of people write about my experiences, and while I might not be John Winchester's daughter, I do self-harm. And it isn't 'gross' it's coping, and believe me it so much better than the alternative. I don't talk to my parents. Well, we converse, but we don't talk about anything real. My older cousin has taken it upon himself to take care of me and be the (almost) adult in my life. And he deals with my cutting, and sometimes when I've been cutting a lot in very little time, to no real end he has taken me over his knee. It breaks the spell. Like a steroid breaks a headache. And I'd like to inform you that at least in my case, no, cutting and spanking don't come from the same place. It does not help that itch at all. It hurts and not in a good way, and honestly it makes you scared to do whatever it is you did again. And with that knowledge, I think that in Aiden's case, all she has is family. She wouldn't ever be anywhere long enough to have meaningful therapy, and I think that John, he's just trying to protect his little girl, like my cousin tries to protect me. And if it means scaring her out of ever doing that again, he'll give it a shot. Because all he has left are his children, and he would do anything to protect them. That's my opinion, and we can agree to disagree here, but your tone, was beyond rude. And I'll admit, I didn't warn for it, I thought I had, and I have since gone in and fixed that. But watch the way you phrase things, cause sometimes we forget that there are people on the other side of these screens, and words can hurt.
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A few days late Sam and Aiden had finished their homework and were watching television when Sam's phone rang, he got up and went over to the table where his phone was sitting to answer it.
"Hello? Hey Dad… How's the hunt? Oh, what was that we needed to research? One sec let me grab a pen." He turned away from his cell, "Di? Can I borrow a pen and paper I'd use mine but your stuff is right here."
"Yeah sure," Aiden said.
"Ok Dad what was that? A Vetala? Oh tell Caleb we say hey. Ok we'll look into it. Bye." Sam hung up, he ripped the page out of Aiden's notebook and picked it up to put it away, when a paper fell out, Sam bent down to pick it up and began to skim, "Di! You didn't tell me you got your report back! And you got a B! Congratulations! Wait a minute… Majority of this isn't your writing style! Di! Who'd you copy?"
"I didn't! Well I copied some. But I edited." Aiden said quickly, getting defensive.
"Cheating is cheating Aiden, you know better." Sam sighed, sitting down at the table.
"Well if I didn't I wouldn't have finished in time and would have had to turn it in late, and without this report on the books my grade was so low that a late assignment would mean that my teacher would contact Daddy!" Aiden cried.
"Di… You lied to me, told me that you were almost done with the book at lunch." Sam stated.
"I was almost done with the book, and almost done editing a book report." Aiden shrugged. "I never lied, just didn't tell the whole truth."
"Kiddo, I'm not asking you to tell me everything, believe me, I'm pretty sure that I don't want to know everything-"
"That's very accurate." Aiden commented softly.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Figured, but I'm also asking you to follow ground rules so that we both don't get our asses beat."
"I do prefer my ass unbeat…" Aiden mumbled.
"I know." Sam chuckled, "However, I thought that I made myself very clear when I said I would turn you over my knee if I ever caught you cheating."
"Well technically you didn't catch me cheating; you caught me after the fact." Aiden rationalized.
"Tough." Sam said. "Now if you would come here?"
"On one condition," Aiden said.
"Aiden, you're hardly four eleven, I could drag your scrawny ass over here I was just hoping I wouldn't have too." Sam sighed.
"Coming, coming!" Aiden scurried over to Sam.
"Good girl, now, I think we've talked plenty unless you have something more to add." Sam said, "Otherwise let's get down to business."
"What'cha gonna do after we're done here?" Aiden asked softly.
"I'll tell you when I figure it out." Sam shrugged, "Come on now."
Aiden stood between Sam's legs, and he undid her jeans and lowered her over his lap. Soon a volley of swats fell upon a struggling Aiden's bum, and soon after Sam let her up, he scooped up the crying girl and sat her on his knee and held her against his chest.
"Shh, Di, it's alright, it's all ok." Sam murmured.
"But what if it isn't ok Sammy, what if you tell Daddy? He'll spank me again for sure!" Aiden sounded flustered.
"Relax kiddo, I reached a decision, what happens with me stays with me, I won't tell Dad if you won't. But that'll only work if your teacher doesn't find out." Sam reassured Aiden.
"She doesn't keep copies of our work, so it's all good." Aiden said, hugging Sam tightly.