Author's Note: Here's another long chapter for you, though not as long as the last one. In the first part of this chapter you'll get to find out what Sam and Rivan did while Eden was being spanked. It's written in Rivan's point of view as usual. But the second half is in Sam and Dean's. I didn't write that in first person, just to let you know. I don't know why I didn't, but I just couldn't do it that way. So it's done in third person. I hope it's not too weird for you all. And because I came home to three PMs asking if chapter 10 was going to have Rivan's spanking in it, forgive me for saying this again. This is not the chapter with Rivan's spanking. That's chapter 11, which I have already started working on.

Also I'm sure that most of you read Kelly's review on chapter 9. She had several good points and I love her for sharing them, and I love her even more for doing it nicely, unlike some other person. But anyway I gave a lot of thought to everything that she said and I realized she was right about the whole comfort thing. I see nothing wrong with Dean offering Eden a little comfort. As Rye pointed out when I asked her for her opinion, the girl has been through a lot and deserves to be held and comforted! I agree with her and so you have the comfort scene in the end. I also agree with Kelly about how Sam and Dean didn't try very hard to take the girls in hand before the spankings. They let them get away with a lot of attitude and bratty little fits. So in the second part of this chapter you'll find that I've tried to fix that. The guys come to realize their mistakes and vow to fix them. No more bratty fits and attitudes without correction, and less threatening and a lot more actual action.

I would like to say thank you to Kelly for bringing up these points and giving me some advice on how to handle it. In doing so you've helped me tell my story better. Or at least I hope it's better now, lol. I did try. I also want to say thank you to Kelly for the many compliments that she gave me on my writing. As always writers long to hear those things and we are always very grateful to all those that say them! :-) Oh, I also wanted to make mention of something else. It seems that the whole situation with Sam and the switch has some readers worried. I just want to ease your minds and let you know that a switch will not be used in any future spankings. In fact I won't have a switch in the story anymore at all. I decided that I didn't like it either, so no more switches!

Okay now, on with the story! And oh yeah, have to get my usual stuff in here. Forgive any mistakes that you find. I know that chapter 9 was kind of riddled with them and that upsets me. One day soon I want to fix all of those mistakes and replace the chapter. But for now they'll have to stay there. Okay, so now on with the story! Enjoy! :-)

I slept until six-thirty that evening. I woke up with a start and rolled over to see what time it was. Startled that I had slept so long and panicking because I knew soon Eden was going to get her spanking, I jumped out of bed and pulled my shoes on. I went into the bathroom and brushed my hair and freshened up a bit. After that I found I was so nervous that for a moment all I could do was turn in circles as I thought about what to do now. After a few more seconds of doing that I suddenly decided I wanted to take a shower. So after picking out a fresh set of clothes and getting my things together, I stripped and did so. I was done, out of the shower, and dressed in less than fifteen minutes.

Once out of the bathroom I went back to my bed and sat down. I stayed there for about five seconds before jumping back up. I looked at the clock. Five minutes until seven. Suddenly realizing I better not look like I was expecting him when Sam walked in, I kicked my shoes off, grabbed the nearest book, and flopped down on the bed and pretended to read. I had only been doing this for a few minutes when there was a knock at my door. Not waiting for me to respond, Sam opened the door and stepped in. I set my book down as he closed the door and then watched him with wide eyes as he moved further into the room.

He didn't bother with any polite greeting or an attempt at conversation. Big surprise. "Come on. Let's go," he ordered, his tone hard.

I stared at him, my heart twisting in my chest. "Go where?" I asked softly.

"For a ride," he said shortly, narrowing his eyes a bit. "Come on, get your shoes on and let's go."

I didn't move. It would be best to play like I didn't know what was going on. "I'm tired, I don't want to go anywhere," I said. "And I'm hungry," I added. "I want something to eat."

"We're going to get something to eat while we're out," Sam told me. "Now get up and put your shoes on, Rivan. Don't make me tell you again," he added, his tone full of warning.

Sighing, I did as he asked. Once I had my shoes on I stood and faced him. "What about Dean and Eden?" I asked next, still not moving. "Eden hasn't had anything to eat since this morning just like me."

"Dean brought her something to eat a while ago," Sam said, and I could tell he was really losing his patience with me. He walked over to me and I cringed a little but didn't move. Without meeting my eyes he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the door.

"Why are Dean and Eden staying behind?" I demanded, my voice high pitched and trembling. "Is Dean going to spank her?" I surprised myself by saying it out loud without even stuttering, but I was so nervous and worried about Eden that I forgot to be embarrassed about actually saying the S word instead of just thinking it.

"Yes Rivan, he is," Sam snapped at me as he pulled the bedroom door open. He dragged me out into the hall, and I glanced back at Eden's door, which was still closed.

"No!" I cried out, digging in my heels, fighting, despite Eden's advice against such an action. "He can't, I won't let him!"

"He can and he will and there's nothing you can do about it!" Sam growled at me as he stopped and turned to face me. I stopped struggling instantly. I could tell Sam was barely keeping his temper in check, and I felt tears prick my eyes as I looked up at him. "If you make me carry you out of this house, Rivan, you'll be spending most of your evening in the car, over my knee," he told me as he stared down at me. "Is that clear enough for you, or do I need to give you a little example of what I mean?" Not once during this little speech did Sam raise his voice. He kept it quiet, soft and so intense it took all my will power not to break down and sob then and there.

"No," I whispered. "You don't…I don't need an example…" My voice trailed off, and apparently satisfied with my answer, Sam turned and led me down the hall and then down the stairs. I didn't see Dean at all as we made our way to the door, and as Sam opened it and peered outside I caught sight of his charm dangling from his neck.

"Wait, wait!" I cried out, and Sam turned sharply to glare at me. "You can't leave them without any protection!" I said, trying to ignoring his look as I pointed at the charm. "Dean should have it!"

"Dean is protection enough for himself and Eden," Sam told me as he pulled me out the door. "We need the charm more than he does. Trust me. I wouldn't leave if I thought otherwise," he added as we reached the Impala. I said nothing, only watched as Sam unlocked my door for me and held it open. I didn't get in right away, and I could sense Sam's temper rising, so with a sigh that almost turned into a miserable sob I climbed into the car. Sam closed the door as soon as I was in, and as he moved around to the driver's side I started to put my seat belt on. Sam was in with his seat belt on before I got fully settled, and he had the key in and the car running before I had time to get a good last look at the house. He turned the car around quickly, expertly, and soon we were off down the road, leaving Eden behind to face Dean alone.

For quite a while after that I sat there in silence with my arms crossed over my chest, pouting and fighting back tears, as Sam drove the Impala down the road. I shifted in my seat, and then shifted again. As the car continued on I realized I was having an anxiety overload, and I didn't know what to do. It felt so wrong not to be back at the house and keeping Dean from punishing Eden. I made a face at the word, and then shifted in my seat again. I bit my lower lip, ran my fingers through my hair a few dozen times, and then finally I could take no more.

"I don't want him to hurt her!" I blurted out, and voicing my worry seemed to increase the tears in my eyes, and a few escaped and slipped down my cheeks. I had not intended to talk to Sam while we were out, but it seemed I was unable to stick to that self made promise.

I felt more than saw Sam toss a glance my way. "You know what he's going to do to her," he said quietly. "And you know it's going to hurt."

"I know!" I snapped, and more tears came. "But he shouldn't be doing it in the first place!" I added as I slammed my fist down on my own leg. Ow.

"Why not?" Sam asked me, and I could just tell by his tone that he had both his eyebrows lifted.

"Because she…because he…because it's just wrong!"

"Why is it wrong?" Sam continued in his eyebrows-up voice.

"Because it just is!"

Sam snorted. "That's a sorry answer," he said. "And anyway, you only think it's wrong because you don't like it," he added.

Well no shit Sherlock! I thought furiously. I almost said it too, but stopped myself at the last moment. "Of course I don't like it!" I snapped instead. "It's stupid!"

"Tell me why it's stupid," Sam demanded, and now his voice was hard, annoyed. "Eden almost got herself killed," he said, obviously referring to our first, and most serious, offensive. "She scared the hell out of Dean. Just like you scared the hell out of me."

"And so that gives him the right to…to punish her?" I asked, ignoring the comment about me.

Sam was quiet for a moment. "Okay, think about it this way. What if I suddenly ran off in the middle of the night without any warning? What if I decided to take this ring," I saw him tilt his head toward the ring on the leather cord he was wearing with the charm. "And go off alone, to keep you protected, and Dean and Eden as well?"

"From what I understand, you have taken off in the past before," I snapped at him, remembering some of the stories Dean and Bobby had told me. "More than once!"

"Yeah I did," he easily admitted. "And it was wrong. Every time, it was wrong. I scared a lot of people that care about me. So I'm speaking from experience. So how would you feel if I did that now, Rivan? Wouldn't that scare you? Wouldn't you be worried about me?"

I made a face and sighed deeply, frowning. "Well…yes, of course I would be."

"And wouldn't you want to kick my ass for doing it?" Sam continued in an annoyingly reasonable tone.

Damn him. "Yes," I muttered. "I would." I would at least want to try. I doubted I would get very far though.

"Well there you go. Dean's kicking Eden's ass, in a manner of speaking, for doing exactly that. Running off with a powerful ring that a pack of vampires would do anything to have, with absolutely no protection whatsoever. She deserves to have her ass kicked. Or in this case, spanked. Just like you deserve the same thing. And just like Eden, you're gonna get it," he added, and now his voice was dark with promise, and I couldn't help but flinch.

"I suppose you're going to do that as soon as we get back home, aren't you?" I asked, doing my best to sound snarly. To my ears I only sounded half snarly. There was more whiny mixed in there than I liked.

Again Sam was quiet for far too long. "No," he finally said, and I looked at him in surprise. "When Dean's done with Eden she won't feel like getting in the car and riding around. Dean won't be in the mood for it either. I'll just have to wait to deal with you sometime tomorrow or the next day," he added, shooting a quick glance at me.

Deal with me? Yeah, that didn't sound ominous in any way shape or form. Crap. Those three little words intimidated me enough to send me into silence for a few minutes, and then suddenly I got annoyed. My mouth flew open, ready to spew out lots of insults and cuss words that would probably cause Sam to pull over and spank me right there on the side of the road. This thought gave me pause, and then for a moment I considered saying what I wanted anyway, but common sense won me over. So instead the only response I gave him was a loud huff as I crossed my arms again and glared out the window.

Several miles passed in tense silence, and then Sam spoke again. "When we get back to the house, I don't want you going into Eden's room," he told me firmly.

I whipped around to stare at him in outrage. "What? Of course I'm going in there! I have to check on her! I have to make sure she's okay!"

"Dean's not beating the shit out of her, Rivan. He's spanking her."

"What's the difference?"

"There's a big difference," Sam growled at me. "And you know it."

"It doesn't matter," I insisted. "I still need to check on her."

"Well you're not going to!"

"Says who?"

"Says me, damn it! And Dean! He doesn't want you to go in there and get her all riled up again!"

"Dean said that?"

"Yes."

"He told you not to let me go check on her?"

"Yes!"

It was my turn to snort now. "Do you always do exactly what your brother tells you to do?" I sneered. "Can't you think for yourself? Pathetic! He doesn't—" I broke off as the Impala suddenly made a sharp turn, heading toward the side of the road.

I looked over at Sam with wide eyes. "What are you doing?" I demanded, and then my heart started to thump madly as I noticed how mad he looked. Okay, maybe asking him whether or not he can think for himself and calling him pathetic because he did whatever Dean said was stupid. Real stupid. I knew how touchy Sam was about that. He prided himself on thinking for himself. His ability and determination to do that was what had caused so much tension between him and his father. Sam made a big deal out of thinking for himself. And here I'd just gone and basically called him a mindless drone that only knew how to follow his big brother's orders. So when the Impala finally came to a stop my hand flew to the handle of the door, ready to take off. Where I thought I was going to go, I had no idea. But I didn't have to worry about it for too long. Sam saw to that.

"Rivan!" he snarled, and I jerked in my seat, my head whipping around to stare at him. "If you get out of this car and try to take off on me, so help me I'll take my belt off and whip your ass with it right here on the side of this road!"

I stiffened as defiance stupidly became my main emotion. "You will not!" I snapped at him, my tone haughty and disbelieving.

The defiance drained out of me rather quickly as Sam leaned slowly toward me, that little muscle in his jaw going about ninety miles an hour. "Try me," he said, very softly and very quietly.

Suddenly my hand was off the handle of the car door without me even remembering doing it. I clasped both hands in my lap, and for some reason, I guess because of the way I was sitting with my head bowed and my hands like that, the mental description of a naughty school girl floated in my mind. I almost let loose with a hysterical little giggle at that, but I managed to hold it back, which was probably a very good thing.

"Put your seatbelt back on," Sam told me after a few minutes of awful silence, and I looked up in shocked. I hadn't realized until now that I had even taken it off. Slowly, almost mechanically, I pulled the seatbelt around me and buckled it. Again that terrible silence filled the car. I risked a glance over at Sam, and had to look away quickly when I saw he was still staring at me in a rather frightening way.

Then he started the Impala up again. "Don't you ever accuse me of not thinking for myself again," he told me quietly as he put the car in drive. "You know better than that."

I didn't say anything to that, and I didn't say much of anything for the rest of the evening. Sam took us to a small restaurant, insisting that we needed to eat. Though I had claimed earlier that I was hungry, I found that my appetite had vanished, and once we were in the resturant and seated in a booth I told Sam I didn't want anything to eat. Apparently he had decided to take Dean's advice about making me eat, because he told me in a low, sharp voice that if I didn't order something and eat it, he was going to find a quiet place to park the Impala later and pull my pants and panties down and spank me until my ass glowed a bright red. Those were his exact words. Thank God no one was sitting close to us, but still it didn't ease my embarrassment any.

At that point our waiter came and took our order for drinks, and I was so mortified and embarrassed over Sam's detailed warning that he had to order my drink for me. Thankfully he knew me well and ordered a diet coke for me. After that I opened my menu and hid behind it, trying to calm down a bit. By the time the waiter came back with our drinks and to take our order, I was at least calm enough to tell him what I wanted. I ended up ordering a dinner salad. Sam ordered the same, and once our food came we ate quietly. Or Sam ate actually, while I picked at the salad before me.

Throughout the meal, though, Sam threw me a sharp look every once in a while, and every time he did I'd force a fork full of greens in my mouth and reluctantly chew and swallow, not tasting the food at all. A lot calmer now, as far as Sam's horrible promise went, I found that now my mind was strictly on Eden, wondering how she was doing and worrying about her. At one point I managed to sneak a glance at Sam's wristwatch and saw that we'd already been gone for more than two hours and Dean hadn't called yet. Geez, how long can a person spank another? Knowing Dean, quite a while. The thought was unsettling, and I wondered if my poor friend would have any ass left by the time he was done with her. Finally after the waiter had taken our dishes, refilled our drinks for the fifth time, and given us our check, Sam's cell phone went off. I went very still and watched with wide eyes as Sam answered.

"Hey," he said in a way of greeting. He listened for a moment before speaking again. "No, we just got done eating. Yeah, we've been at the restaurant all this time. So," he continued, lowering his voice. "Are you ready for us to come home?" I looked down at my glass of diet coke as Sam listened to Dean's response. "Okay," he said after a few moments of silence. "We'll head back then. Yeah Dean, I know," he added, a note of irritation in his voice now. "She knows not to. I already talked to her about it. She won't, I promise. See you soon," he told his brother, and closed his phone with a snap.

"What was that about?" I demanded at once. "That last part. Dean making sure I knew not to go check on Eden?"

"Yes," Sam answered as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. I watched, expecting him to take out a credit card to pay for our meal, but he surprised me by pulling out a twenty dollar bill. I'd noticed in the past that Sam liked to pay for things with cash whenever he possibly could. Made it easier not to trace back to us, and kept things from looking too suspicious on the credit cards. His belief was that the more they were used, the more likely one of the credit card companies would notice something was up.

But anyway as far as his answer to my question went, I wasn't quite sure what response to give him next that wouldn't get me in trouble, so I remained silent as the waiter took our money to the cash register and did his thing. He came back with a little change, which Sam left as a tip, after adding a few dollars more from his wallet, and then we got up and left. As we walked out into the cool night Sam took my hand, and I was still so irritated I tried jerking away from him, but he held tight to my hand.

"Stop," he ordered me sharply when I tried to free myself again. "It's dark out here and I'm going to walk you to your door, and I'm going to keep a hold on you while I do."

"Why?" I asked with a definite whine in my tone. "You've got your damn charm on."

"I know Rivan," he growled at me as he led me to my side of the car. He unlocked it quickly and opened the door for me, waiting for me to slide in. "But there's no reason to take any chances right now."

"Whatever," I said as I got into the car. Sam closed the door and stood there until I locked it, and moving quickly he made it to the driver's side and was inside in record time with his door locked. He stuck the key in the ignition, gave it a twist, and the engine started up with a roar that Dean always paused to admire when he was driving the Impala. Sam didn't take the time, mainly because he wasn't interested, and after putting his seatbelt on and making sure mine was firmly in place he backed out, turned the car around, and drove out of the parking lot.

The drive back was just as tense and silent as before, and the next thing I knew we were pulling into the driveway of our temporary home. I got my seatbelt off quickly and made to get out of the car, but Sam stopped me with a firm hand on my arm. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded. "You know better than to get out of this car before I do."

"Oh hell Sam!" I snapped, fed up with everything. "What difference does it make? Something could just as easily attack me while you're coming around to open my door, even if I do keep the doors locked!"

For a moment he just sat there and stared at me. Then he took a deep, deep breath. "Rivan, I know you're not stupid," he told me, and again I could tell he was hanging onto his temper. "So either you have a hearing problem or you're just plain stubborn."

I blinked and then glared at him. "What're you talking about?" I demanded.

"This car," he said roughly, slapping his hand on the dash broad. "Is full of things that keep all kinds of creatures out. Spirits, demons, witches, you name it and we've got it covered. Either it's an actual item small enough to hide, or we have something drawn somewhere, that will keep those things out. The inside of this car is almost safer than the inside of that house!" he added loudly, jabbing a finger at the house in front of us. "I've told you this before, Rivan. Dean has told you. He's told Eden too. That's why you need to stay in here until I can get to your door and let you out! You stay protected longer that way!"

By the time he was done talking his eyes were flashing and I had cringed away from him. Okay, so I kind of forgot about all that crap. Forgive me for not being perfect! Geez. So since I wasn't quite sure what to say to all of that I just kept quiet and stared straight ahead at the house and waited.

Sam was silent for a few more moments and then he took another deep breath. "So now that I've explained that to you, yet again, I want you to stay in here and keep your door locked until I get over there to open it. Got it?"

My defiance came back in a sudden rush, and I snorted. "Fine! I'll keep my door locked! And maybe I'll keep all of the other ones locked too!" I told him, too angry to think clearly. "Maybe I'll just sleep out here tonight! What do you think about that?"

Sam stared at me for a moment and then held the keys to the car up so I could see them. He jingled them a little and then closed his hand over them. "I've got the keys to the car, smart ass," he told me. "And if you fight me getting out of this car I promise you that I'll bend you over the hood and blister your ass with my belt. What do you think about that?" he asked back, his tone dark, snarly, and shiver-inducing.

By the time he was done talking I was pretty sure my eyes were as big as saucers. I could feel my face, my neck and my ears burn from the embarrassment and shock that mental picture brought about, and for a moment I couldn't speak. But I eventually found my voice. "Oh, well that would be just great! You'd leave us both wide open to an attack, because you wouldn't be paying attention to anything other than beating me and not protecting me! Not very quick on your mental feet, are you Sam?"

I watched with wide eyes as his hand tightened over the keys he was still holding, causing them to grind against each other and make a very interesting noise. "You've also forgotten that all of the protection we have on and in this car extends several feet beyond the car itself," he told me, and his tone was deceptively soft. "So there would be little reason to worry about something getting the drop on us while I do what I need to do." He paused for a moment and let that sink in, and then he continued. "But if push comes to shove, there's plenty of room to deliver that spanking right here in the car. I may not be able to take my belt off, but I'm sure I can do a hell of a job with my hand alone. Care to test that theory?" he asked, both eyebrows shooting up in that annoying, but intimidating I dare you look.

We stared at each other for several long, terrible moments, and as I gazed into his eyes I knew I would lose this fight. I had no desire to start off my spanking sitting here in the car, and anyway it suddenly hit me how desperately tired I was. "No," I answered in a small, soft voice. "I do not care to test that theory. I'll wait in the car while you come around to open my door," I added, looking down at my hands as I finished speaking. For a moment Sam didn't move, and I risked a quick glance at him. Our eyes met and held for a handful of seconds. Then Sam narrowed his eyes at me slightly, took a deep breath, and shoved his keys into his shirt pocket.

Once that was done he flung his door open, got out, hit the lock on the door, and closed it firmly. I watched as he jogged around to my door and as soon as he reached it I unlocked it and he pulled it open. He reached in and offered me his hand, which I took, and he pulled me out of the car, hitting the lock on that door as he did. He slammed it shut, and moving his grip from my hand to my arm, we practically ran to the front door. Sam had the key out and ready, and he had the door unlocked in seconds, careful not to break the salt line that was on the door step in front of it. He stepped back and let me go in first. As soon as I had cleared both salt lines he came in behind me and closed the door firmly, locking and bolting the door.

We stood there in the entry hall for a few moments, both of us breathing deeply. All the lights were on in the house, and I walked forward a few steps and peered nervously into the living room. It was empty, which really didn't surprise me. Sighing, I turned away to see Sam standing in the doorway of the living room, staring my way but not looking directly at me. Frowning, I turned back around and looked, realizing that he was staring into the kitchen. From where I was standing I could see that Dean was in there sitting at the table, his back to us. Even so, I could clearly see that he was sitting there holding the silver flask that he carried, which always seemed to be full of some kind of alcohol. I watched as he lifted it and took a long drink. I knew he had to know we were standing there, but he did nothing to acknowledge our presence. Not that I was too keen to talk to him anyway. He had, after all, just thoroughly spanked my very best friend in the whole world. There were only a few things I wanted to say to Dean Winchester at that moment, and every single one of them would get me into an ass load of trouble.

I stared at him for a few more moments and then my mind went back to Eden. The thought of her drew my eyes to the stairs and I started toward them quickly, only to be caught again by Sam's firm grip. Keeping a tight hold on my upper arm, he pulled me to him and gazed down at me, his eye dark and his face stern.

"Do not go into her room," he told me in a quiet voice. "I mean it Rivan. If you do Eden won't be the only one sleeping on her stomach tonight."

I blinked and felt a blush spread across my face again, but I forced myself to glare up at him. "Fine," I snapped, trying not to show how shaken I was over his warning. "Let me go, will you? I'm tired and I want to go to bed."

Never taking his eyes off of mine, he did as I asked, freeing my arm from his vase like grip. "Go on then," he told me, finally looking away and waving a hand vaguely toward the stairs. His eyes were on his brother again, and I knew he was eager to talk to him. I found it highly unfair that he got to talk to Dean but I couldn't talk to Eden, but I didn't point out grossly unfair that was. Instead I sighed quietly and started toward the stairs while Sam went into the kitchen. I heard nothing as I climbed the stairs, though I tried to move as slowly as possible in hopes of catching some of the conversation. They were obviously going to wait until they heard my bedroom door close though, and furious, I hurried up the remaining steps and down the hall to my room.

Unable to help myself, I walked by my door and stopped at the door to Eden's room, which was closed of course. I stood there and listened for a few moments, but I could hear nothing. I guess in a way that was good, because if I had heard her crying I would have gone in to comfort her, Sam's warning be damned. I stood there and waited a little bit more to be sure I heard nothing, and suddenly I did hear something. The sound of a chair being pushed back in the kitchen floated up the stairs to me, and then I heard footsteps. Panicking, for I knew it was Sam coming to see why he had not heard a bedroom door open and close, I rushed down the hall and to my room. I flung the door open, flipped the light switch by the door, and ran inside, swearing as I did. I closed the door as quick as I could, making sure the sound would be heard by Sam, whom I knew was probably standing at the foot of the stairs waiting and listening.

I stood there for a moment, waiting to see if he would come and check on me anyway, and after I was sure several minutes had passed and he hadn't shown up, I turned away from the door. For a few minutes after that I actually stomped around my room and had a small fit, and finally after that I got ready for bed in a rather depressed, nervous mode. To my annoyance I now found that I wasn't anywhere near as tired as I'd felt only minutes ago. Minutes later I drug myself out of the bathroom dressed in a cute, blue silk pajama set and wandered miserably over to my bed. I pulled the covers back, and then just stood there and stared down at the waiting mattress. For one brief, daring moment I seriously considered sneaking down stairs and seeing if I could listen in on the conversation I knew Sam and Dean were now having in the kitchen, and I actually turned and started toward the door.

But my senses came back to me in a rush just as I reached it, and scowling, I turned back around and stomped over to my bed again. I threw myself in it, yanked the covers over me, and then realized the ceiling light was still , I pushed the covers off of me, turned the lamp on by my bed, and stomped back over to the door and viciously hit the switch on the wall, turning off the big light. Still swearing, I stomped back to the bed for the third time and crawled in, pulling the covers over me again, which were now messed up due to the hard yank I had given them minutes before. Not caring one bit, I leaned over and turned the lamp off, and then settled further down in my bed.

I laid awake for quite some time after that, listening carefully to every little sound that came my way. At one point I heard Sam come upstairs and go into his room, and a few minutes after he'd closed his door I heard Dean come upstairs too. I heard him go into his room and for another few minutes there was nothing but silence. Then I could have sworn I heard Dean come back out of his room, but I must have been hearing things because I didn't hear him come down the hall. After that total silence set in, and after an hour of that I finally began to get drowsy. Sighing loudly, I rolled over on my side, facing the wall, and glared at it through the darkness. As I began to drift off, something finally, truly hit home.

The first punishment had been delivered. Eden had been spanked. And now I couldn't help but be worried about more than just my friend's sore ass. Because I know that all too soon, it would be my turn next.

Sam and Dean's POV:

Standing at the foot of the stairs and tapping one long finger on the banister, Sam looked up toward the bedrooms that were above him, waiting and listening. He knew Rivan had not gone straight to her room as he had told her to, and now he was waiting to hear the sound of a bedroom door opening and slamming shut. He stood perfectly still, praying that the sound would come soon. He really did not want to have to go up there and spank Rivan tonight. There would be plenty of time for that tomorrow night.

A few seconds later he heard what he was waiting for, the sound of a door being jerked open. He smiled tightly when a muttered curse floated his way right before he heard the door slam shut. Just to be sure that she had actually gone into her bedroom and had not stood in the hallway and simply opened and then closed her door, Sam climbed quietly to the top of the stairs and looked down the hall. No one was there, and he wondered if Rivan was crazy enough to be hiding in Eden's room. He considered checking but then he heard another curse, this one muffled behind the door of Rivan's bedroom. She was actually stomping around in her room having a little hissy fit like a bratty two year old.

Sam stood there and listened for a few more moments, and then with a shake of his head he turned and went back down stairs. He crossed the living room silently and went back to the kitchen. Dean was still there, and his brother said nothing as Sam sat back down in his chair that he had vacated minutes ago when he'd gone to check on Rivan. As Sam sat there across from Dean he studied his older brother. He looked tired and stressed, but with their life style that was the norm for both brothers. But this look was a bit different. There was more to it than just exhaustion and stress.

Sam watched as Dean raised the flask to his lips again to take another hearty drink. The silence was getting awkward and Sam finally decided he would have to be the one to break it. "Dean," he said quietly, and watched as Dean swung his eyes around to meet his, not pausing at all as he downed the alcohol in the flask. Sam sighed. "You okay?" he asked hesitantly. Sam knew he wasn't but he wasn't sure what else to say at that moment.

Dean didn't answer right away as he continued to drink, and then finally he finished, for the moment, and he placed the flask on the table with a loud thud. "Oh yeah," he answered sarcastically. "I'm just wonderful, Sam."

Sam sighed deeply. "It was that bad, huh?"

Of course Sam didn't have to specify what he meant. "No Sammy, it was just great!" Dean growled at him, his eyes flashing.

Sam frowned at his brother. "You don't have to be an ass," he told him, keeping a tight grip on his temper. His evening out with Rivan had not exactly been relaxing, and Sam wasn't in the mood for any of Dean's crap. Not when all he was trying to do was make sure he was okay.

For a moment Dean sat there and glared at Sam, and then he sighed loudly. "Sorry," he muttered, and he could tell the apology took his younger brother by surprise. Dean didn't make a habit of apologizing. "To answer your question, yeah it was that bad."

Sam shot him a sympathetic look. "I'm gonna go ahead and assume that she made things pretty difficult."

Dean snorted. "That's an understatement," he muttered. He sighed and ran his fingers through his short hair. "She threw her damn hair brush at me!"

Sam's eyes went wide. "You're kidding!"

"Nope," Dean said with a shake of his head. "She just picked that thing up and slung it at me. Little brat."

"I guess she missed then," Sam said as he studied Dean, looking for any marks that would indicate that the brush had found its target.

"Yeah, lucky for her she did," Dean replied, his tone dark. "I caught it right before it slammed into my head."

Now it was Sam's turn to snort. "I hope that was all she was dumb enough to do," he said as he leaned over and picked up the silver flask. Sam wasn't much of a drinker but he thought he deserved one after the night he had spent with a bratty Rivan. He took a long drink as he waited for Dean's answer.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Hell no. She cussed me out better than any drunken man could have, and then later she hauled off and hit me in the leg. She did that while I was spanking her! And then she went and called me a…how did she put it…oh yeah." Dean made a face and cleared his throat. "Well she didn't say it this nicely, but she basically told me that I was a mean, mutated ape that liked the color pink and thought dancing with Barney was fun."

Still in the middle of his drink, Sam very nearly spewed the alcohol across the table upon hearing that. Choking, he reached up to cover his mouth, trying to hide the fact that he was fighting back a laugh. "You gotta be joking!" he choked out, and after a few seconds he was unable to hold back a short laugh.

Dean leaned back in his chair and glared at Sam. "No, I'm not. That's what she said. And it's not funny!" he snapped.

"Oh come on Dean, you gotta admit that's just a little funny." Folding his arms across his chest, Dean continued to glare at his little brother, not cracking a smile at all. "Okay fine," Sam relented, still grinning. "But you at least gotta admit she's imaginative."

Dean glared for another moment and then sighed and nodded in agreement. "Yeah I guess so. But then so am I," he added with a tight smile that contained no humor. "She found that out real quick."

Now Sam couldn't help but wince in sympathy for Eden, even if she had deserved the spanking she got. "I hope you didn't get too imaginative with her," he said as he eyed his brother.

Dean gave him another dark glare. "Of course not. She got exactly what she deserved. Nothing more, nothing less."

Sam nodded as the amusement in his eyes faded. "Did you use your hand the whole time?"

"Nope. I popped her on the ass four times with that damn brush she threw at me, and then used my belt toward the end."

Sam blinked and then took a deep breath. "Yeah," he said quietly as he gave the silver flask a good look over. "I've been thinking about doing the same thing with Rivan. Using my belt, I mean. I wasn't sure if I should, though. Seems kind of harsh."

Dean made a sound that was half growl, half snort, and Sam looked up at him. "In this situation it's not harsh," he told Sam firmly. "You gotta remember everything that she's done, Sam. You know you're gonna have to be hard on her. And being hard on her doesn't mean being harsh or abusive. You have to be firm. You can't be anything less, and you know it. If you are, you might as well not do it at all. And that would be a big mistake," Dean added as he leaned over and snatched the flask out of Sam's hand. He took another long drink, keeping his eyes on his brother as he did. Sam said nothing, just merely nodded thoughtfully.

"We've done wrong by those girls," Dean told him as he lowered the flask. For a long moment the two Winchesters sat there and stared at each other, and both wore knowing looks. Dean continued, his eyes blazing. "We waited too damn long to spank em'. And during that time we were too damn soft on them. When I think back over the last few weeks and remember some of the tantrums they had, and all of those smart ass attitudes that they pulled on us, I can't believe we let them get away with it all! All we did was threaten them, and it didn't do us a damn bit of good. The only reason why they walked out of this house and into the woods to explore is because deep down they didn't think they'd get into a lot of trouble. And why? Because we didn't back up our promises and we didn't correct them when they needed it! It can't be that way anymore, Sam. Not if we want to keep them alive."

For several minutes a deep silence hung between the brothers. Sam sat there with his hands clasped on the table top while Dean took a swig from the flask every now and then, watching his younger brother as he did. Finally Sam let out a deep, deep sigh. "I know," he said as he ran his long fingers through his hair. "I've been thinking the same thing, to be honest. Especially tonight. Rivan was being such a brat while we were out. Once she got so bad I had to pull over on the side of the road to chew her out, and she almost got out of the car and ran." Sam paused for a moment, his eyes darkening with anger as he remembered. Then he continued, his tone quiet and intense.

"I managed to stop her, but I couldn't help but think that she wouldn't have done that if I'd taken her in hand a long time ago. You're right. We weren't doing them any favors by waiting to spank them. We were afraid to do that to them right after everything that they'd been through, but that was the wrong decision. We should have only waited a few days after we got here. Not a few weeks." Sam shook his head. "You don't have to worry about how I'm going to handle Rivan. I'll do what I need to do."

"Good," Dean said, satisfied with Sam's answer. "But I'm gonna warn you now, Sammy." He paused for a moment and stared at the flask he held. Then he took a deep breath and looked up at Sam. "It is not gonna be easy. Spanking Eden was one of the hardest damn things I've ever done, and I've done a lot of hard things. She cried and she sobbed and she begged me to stop. It tore my heart into pieces. I hated every second of it. But I did it anyway because I love her and I care about her, and I don't want anything to happen to her. I had to get through to her no matter what, and in the end I did. I didn't stop when she begged me to, because I knew it wasn't time to stop. I wanted to, but I knew if I stopped too soon it wouldn't do her any good. You have to be firm with Rivan the whole time, Sam. You can't go soft on her. Not during the spanking, that is. If you do the only thing you'll end up teaching her is that you're a push over and that she can continue to do whatever the hell she wants to."

For a moment Sam just sat there and stared at Dean, and then with a loud sigh he leaned over and snatched the flask back. He took a long drink and then looked at Dean. "I know," he said. "I know what I have to do and I'm gonna do it. She'll learn what she needs to learn tomorrow night. It's that simple."

Dean nodded. "So that's when you want to do it? Tomorrow night?"

"Yeah. I really didn't want to wait that long, but I wanted to give Eden some time to rest before she had to go sit in the Impala for a few hours. I know she's sore."

"Hell yeah she's sore," Dean snorted. "She probably won't be able to sit much in the car tomorrow. I'll see if I can find a place to park and maybe we can walk around a little. There's a lot of things to see around here, and they're all in busy places. I don't want to walk around in the dark where there's not a lot of people nearby."

Sam nodded. "Good idea," he said, thinking of the vampires. He really doubted any of them were around here, but it would be better to stay in a crowded place just in case. For obvious reasons the vamps didn't like to attack in public.

"What time do you want us to leave tomorrow night?" Dean asked, interrupting Sam's thoughts.

"I don't know," Sam said with a shrug. "I guess about the same time Rivan and I left tonight. Around seven."

"Okay," Dean said easily. "Seven it is, then. Oh by the way," he added before Sam could reply. "I grounded Eden for a week. So you might want to do the same with Rivan. Just a thought."

Sam sighed. "Yeah," he muttered. "I was already planning on doing that." He paused. "How did Eden take it when you told her she was grounded?"

Dean shrugged. "I think she was surprised, but I didn't tell her until I was done spanking her. At that point she wasn't real interested in arguing about anything."

Sam snorted softly. "I bet not." For a few minutes the two brothers sat there in silence, and then finally Sam took a deep breath. "I think I'm gonna go to bed," he told Dean. "I'm beat, and I need all the rest I can get before tomorrow night." He stood before Dean could say anything and then pushed his chair in. Then he glanced down at the flask he still held and and then glanced at Dean. "By the way, you're out," he added as he tossed the empty flask at his brother.

Dean caught it with a frown and then shook it. "Damn it, Sammy," he growled as he glared up at Sam, who merely grinned.

"Sorry," he said, though he didn't sound too sorry. "Night Dean," he added as he made his way out of the kitchen, still grinning. Dean muttered a few things at him as he left, and he heard Sam chuckle softly before starting up the stairs. For a few minutes Dean just stayed where he was, listening to the silence and basically feeling lousy. He shook the empty flask again, spent a few moments cussing Sam out, and then tossed the flask on the table and stood up.

He left the kitchen, turning out lights as he made his way to the stairs. He climbed the steps quickly and quietly, and when he reached the top he turned left and started down the hallway. He passed Sam's room first and then Rivan's, which were both on the right. A few more steps brought him to Eden's room on the left. The door was closed of course, but he stopped for a moment and studied it. He stood there and listened for a moment but could hear nothing, and his heart gave an aching throb as he thought about Eden and how she had cried while he'd spanked her.

When he had turned and left her there crying in bed alone, it had actually been the worst moment of the evening. What he had wanted to do was crawl in the bed next to her and gather her in his arms and hold her, but he'd figured that after spanking the daylights out of her she wouldn't welcome such a thing. So he had left her there, and that's mainly what had driven him to the kitchen to drink. It hadn't helped. The desire to go in and hold her was still there, only now it was stronger.

Swearing softly, Dean suddenly turned away and went to his room, which was right next to Eden's. He charged in and almost slammed the door behind him, but he caught himself and closed it softly instead. Still swearing, he pulled a pair of black sweats and a blue t-shirt out of his bag, which he had not unpacked out of habit, and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and change. Once he was done he stomped out of the bathroom and stood there for a moment with his arms crossed over his chest, glaring around the room. Then suddenly he heard something, and the sound seemed to be coming from the hallway. Automatically his hunter instincts kicked into gear and very slowly he made his way to the door.

He paused for only a moment before pulling it open, his body tense and ready to leap into action. The light from his room spilled out into the hallway, and he couldn't see anything. Of course from experience he knew that this meant nothing, and for a moment he considered calling out to Sam. But then he heard the sound again, and realized it was someone whimpering, and it didn't sound like it was coming from any disembodied spirit. Frowning, Dean stepped out into the hallway and listened.

He identified the sound right away. It was coming from Eden's room, and his heart crumpled in his chest at the sound of her quiet cries. Suddenly he couldn't take it anymore. He had to go in there and at least offer her comfort. If she didn't want him and ordered him away, he would go. But he couldn't leave her alone in there any longer. He'd been wrong to do it in the first place.

Swearing very viciously at himself, he turned back to his room and hit the light switch on the wall, and he was plunged into total darkness. Then without pause he went to Eden's door and slowly opened it. She didn't have any lights on in there either, so when her door suddenly squeaked open and a dark figure slipped inside, Dean was not surprised when she gasped loudly in the middle of a pitiful little sob.

"Sssh, it's just me," Dean called to her softly as he closed the door behind him. "It's okay, sweetheart. Sssh," he soothed as he moved toward her bed. He had first intended to go to her bed side and offer her his comfort slowly, in order to give her the chance to reject it if she wanted to.

But suddenly he tossed that idea out the window and moved over to the other side of the bed. Eden didn't say anything as he pulled the covers back and crawled in beside her. She was still lying on her stomach and had her face turned toward him, her cheek resting on her pillow and her right hand clenched into a small fist, which she had pressed against her lips as though she had been trying to cover her sobs.

Dean held back a curse as he pulled the covers over him and Eden. Once he had the covers settled he turned on his side to face her, and at that moment the moon peeked through the only window in the room, casting a silver light on her and showing him a face shiny with tears. At that moment Dean had never been so tempted to kick his own ass. While he still believed that she had deserved every bit of the spanking he gave her, he didn't believe that she had deserved to be left alone once it was done. But that's exactly what he had gone and done to her, and he vowed from now on that whenever he had to spank her, he would stay with her afterwards and hold her until she was calm again.

Well, he would only if she accepted his comfort now. She said nothing as she stared at him, and Dean remained silent too as he gazed back at her. Then slowly he reached out and stroked her hair, and then her cheek. In the moonlight he saw her eyes go wide, and he paused for a moment. She stayed still and didn't say anything, and Dean continued to gently stroke her cheek with the back of his fingers. Then quite suddenly Eden moved. Groaning slightly, she moved until she was lying on her side and then she scooted over to Dean, threw her arm around him, pressed herself against him, and buried her face against his chest. Surprised but pleased, Dean wrapped his arm around her tightly and held her close, and she started to sob into his shirt.

"I know sweetheart," Dean murmured quietly as he stroked her hair. "Sssh. I'm right here. I've got you. It's okay. I still love you Eden," he added as he leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Everything's gonna be okay." She didn't respond verbally to his soothing words, but she snuggled closer to him and hung onto him for dear life. As Dean held her and continued to whisper words of comfort he could feel her relief, but he could also feel her confusion. To be in his strong arms felt good to her, right, but she was confused as to why she felt this way. She felt better, safe, and protected, but he knew she couldn't understand why. He was, after all, the man that had thoroughly spanked her not too long ago, and now here he was holding her and soothing her, and it was what she wanted. It was what she needed. She just didn't know why. She still said nothing though, and the longer she stayed in his arms the more he could feel her confusion drain out of her. She had stopped crying long ago and now was just letting him hold her while she kept her face pressed against his chest. Dean ran his finger tips up and down her back slowly, and he kept up the endless stream of whispered words as he did so.

Finally he felt her relax completely, and after a few minutes her breathing turned soft and even as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. Dean stayed awake for a little while after that, and when he too finally fell asleep he found that he felt just as comforted as the woman that he held safely in his arms.

A/N: Okay, that's it for now! I hope everyone like it well enough. If you have a moment, let me know your thoughts in a review. Thank you for reading, and again I must ask you to be patient as I write out Rivan's spanking. Like I said, I want to take my time with it, which is something I was unable to do with Eden's spanking. So just hang in there and I'll get that chapter up as soon as I can! Thanks again for reading! :-)