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WARNING: Child discipline in the form of spanking in this chapter. If you don't like, please do not read. You have been warned. Thank you!
After I had folded all the clothes, I paced anxiously back and forth in the motel room. It was 4am, they had been gone for over 4 hours, and now I was worried. (What if the Djinn or Mrs. O'Hare had harmed them? Did they need my help? Should I go look for them?) Just as I picked up the phone to try to call them, I heard the roar of the Impala's engine coming into the parking lot. I quickly hurried to the window and pulled back the curtains. I could see the lights bouncing as it drove over the pavement. I watched anxiously as they pulled into a parking spot. I saw Dean, and then Sam, and then someone else get out of the backseat. I could tell it was a girl by her ponytail waving in the small amount of moonlight. (Who was it? Why did they bring someone back with them?) I climbed into my bed and waited. I heard the familiar squeak of the motel room door opening and snapped my eyes closed, pretending I was still sound asleep.
"Dean and I will bunk together and you can have the other bed," mentioned Sam's voice a few moments later.
"Ok," replied a young girl's voice. I was trying to figure out which girls were left at the group home and the only one that came to my mind was Katie. It must've been Katie. I was happy that she was safe. I had always liked her. She was one of the oldest girls at the group home and was always looking out for the younger kids; she frequently took the blame for things she didn't do in order to spare the others.
"We'll pick up your belongings on the way out of town tomorrow," Sam mentioned, his voice getting closer to me. (They were taking her with them? What about me? What were they going to do with me?) I felt a tug on my blanket and I knew it was Sam checking on me, offering me the comfort I had desired for the last 4 hours. I stirred slightly, but kept my eyes shut. Even though I was eager to find out what had happened, I knew it was probably better to wait until the morning. Within a few minutes, after a few flushes of the toilet, the room was completely quiet.
I woke up the next day to find the room empty. All the blankets were thrown back on the beds and there was no sign of Sam or Dean. I glanced at the clock to find it was already 2 in the afternoon. (Had I been dreaming? Did they even come back last night? Or maybe they left town without me?) I started to panic, my heart racing violently within my chest. Tears immediately sprang to my eyes. I ran to the window and yanked back the curtains to find that the Impala was gone. "Nooooo," I sobbed. (They had replaced me with Katie. Heck, I didn't blame them, she was a lot cooler and more well behaved than I was.) I searched the room and was relieved to find that their bags were still in the same place from the previous night. And then the bathroom door opened. Sam emerged, freshly showered and already dressed in his jeans and red checkered flannel. "Sam!" I exclaimed as I ran to him and wrapped my arms tightly around his waist. "I thought you and Dean had left me." Tears began to fall from my eyes.
"Hey Libs," he greeted as he returned my hug with a gentle rub on my back. (It felt so good to hear him call me that. I would never complain about it again.) "Honey, we would never just leave you….I hope you know that," he said reassuringly. "Do you remember Katie?" he asked as I released the hold I had on him.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Well….she stayed here last night and Dean just took her to get some food and then to pick up her belongings from the group home," he explained as he took my hand and led me over to the table. "Take a seat," he stated. I obeyed and watched him as he sat down across from me. "We ganked the Djinn," he mentioned as he set his hands on the table in front of me.
"That's good news," I replied anxiously. (I guess that meant it was the end of my visits to Walnut Grove. I wasn't too sure how to feel about it.)
"Is it?" Sam questioned, leaning in closer to me.
"Yeah…uh….of course," I stammered and then quickly changed the subject. "What happened to Mrs. O'Hare?"
"Let's just say she won't be harming anymore children," he replied.
"Good," I sighed. I waited uncomfortably, not sure what to say next.
"Oh…..and I called the hospital this morning…..Kristie's awake," he said. I smiled in response. It was the best news I had heard so far. "She's still weak, but they expect her to make a full recovery." A few tears fell from my eyes. (I was so relieved. I didn't kill her. One less thing to feel guilty about.)
"Sam…..I'm so sorry for all the trouble I caused," I pouted as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. "I never meant for Kristie to get hurt. And I never meant to make you and Dean angry…or to worry you. I just wanted….well, I don't know what I wanted, but I do know that I'm sorry and I'll never do it again."
"I know honey," he replied. "But…we have a problem because you disobeyed us. You left the motel room without our permission and you put not only your life in danger, but also your best friend's." (Ugh…I already knew that. Did he have to remind me?) I shrank in my seat and fumbled with my hands in my lap. (I didn't like where this conversation was going, but he was right.) I looked up at him and he didn't look angry, just disappointed. "Do you remember what we said could happen if you disobeyed us?"
"Yes…..but Sam…..I know what I did wrong," I pleaded. "I learned from my mistake, really, I did. I'll never do it again. I promise." (Something told me that my pleading wasn't going to help my case.)
"Well….that may be, but Dean and I need to make sure you know that we won't allow that type of behavior," he replied firmly, looking directly at me with a frown on his lips. "I don't like this anymore than you do Libs, but well…..Dean and I talked and we both agreed that you deserve a spanking." I gulped at his words. (Somehow I didn't expect it to be Sam who punished me. Dean seemed a lot angrier than he did.)
"Ohhhhh….," I mumbled. I watched worriedly as Sam pushed his chair out from the table. He stood up and took a few steps over to the bed where he sat down. "Sam," I whined as I looked over at him. "Please give me another chance. I'll do better." I could feel tears filling my eyes. (I was such a baby.) "I'm a horrible person, I know I am. Why don't you just leave me here? Your lives would be a lot easier."
"Libs, you're not a horrible person," Sam replied gently. "You're just a little girl who was dealt a horrible hand. Dean and I want to help you. Believe it or not, we've enjoyed having you around for the last few weeks. And well….just because we're disappointed in the choices you've made, it doesn't mean we no longer want you around. Kids make mistakes…..it happens." (Ugh…..why did he have to be so nice about it? He made it really hard to be angry with him.) "Now let's get this over with." He motioned for me to come to him, but I didn't budge. (I hated this. I didn't want this to happen. How could I get out of it?) "1," he stated firmly when I didn't move. (Wow, he really meant business.) I stood up from my chair and hesitated. "2," he declared calmly. (I didn't want to find out what happened when he got to 3, so I started moving toward him.) I felt like I was walking toward my execution. "Get across my lap," he ordered once I was in front of him.
"This is so f *&%$ing stupid," I blurted out without thinking. I felt my face flush red with embarrassment. (Open mouth, insert foot. Why couldn't I just keep my stupid thoughts in my head?) Sam's eyes widened with surprise.
"Across my lap. Now." His voice was hard and firm.
At that point, I decided it was best to obey. I clenched fistfuls of the blanket, rested my forehead on the bed, and held my breath. (How bad could it be?) However, I wished I had worn thicker pants because the flimsy pajama bottoms I was wearing wouldn't offer much protection. The first spank came crashing down. (F&*%, that hurt!) "You will not endanger yourself ever again," Sam lectured firmly. Another followed. "You will behave and do what we tell you to do to stay safe." Several more followed and Sam lectured which each one. (I wasn't going to cry. I deserved this. But damn, it hurt a lot more than I ever imagined it would.) After a few more I finally broke down into tears. Burying my face in the blanket, I began to sob uncontrollably.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed over and over again. I hardly realized Sam had stopped when I felt his hand rubbing my back. After a few minutes he helped me into a sitting position on his lap.
"It's over," he said gently. He was about to give me a hug when I hopped off his lap.
"I just want to be alone," I said hoarsely as I wiped the tears from my cheeks. (I was angry. But I wasn't sure if I was angry with Sam or with myself.) I hurried away toward the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to find my face was blotchy and streaked from the tears. (I hated that I was acting like a baby. Mrs. O'Hare had done much worse to me, but I never cried. I refused to let her know she was getting the best of me. So why was I crying now?)
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I was buried under my covers feeling sore and sorry for myself when I heard the door to our room open about an hour later. I was lying on my side and pulled down the blanket slightly and peered out to find Dean and Katie standing by the door. They were both smiling and held take out bags in their hands. Sam had just closed his laptop and was approaching them. (Ugh…..I was so embarrassed.) I quickly pulled my blanket back up and was annoyed when tears began to fall from my eyes once again. I deserved it, I knew I did, but it still didn't make it any easier to accept. And Katie…..ugh….I was so envious of her. She was getting all of their attention. Sam and Dean thought she was so great and they thought I was a big screw up. I couldn't do anything right.
"Hey kid, sit up," boomed Dean's voice from above me. (Really? He wanted me to sit up?) When I didn't respond fast enough, I felt my blanket being lowered below my face. I quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks and peered up at him. "Sit up," he stated again with more authority. I obeyed and slowly pulled myself into a criss cross position on the top of the bed, cringing with pain as I settled into the position. I glanced around the room to find Sam and Katie at the table. Sam was eating a burger while Katie was flipping awkwardly through a newspaper. I folded my hands in my lap in front of me. I watched curiously as Dean extended a plastic Walgreen's bag toward me. "This is part 2 of your punishment." (Ugh…..part 2? Wasn't part 1 enough?)
"Ohhhhh," I sighed disappointedly as I took the bag from him. I cleared my throat worriedly. I didn't know what to expect to find inside, but whatever it was, it couldn't be worse than the spanking Sam had given me. I looked inside to find a blue, wire bound notebook. "A notebook?" I questioned with confusion as I pulled it out of the bag.
"It's gonna be a long trip back to the bunker, so you'll have plenty of time to write me 300 lines," he replied.
"Lines?" I questioned.
"Yup….you're going to write 300 times – 'I will not disobey Sam and Dean.'" (Was he for real? I hated writing. But wait, did he just say they were taking me back to the bunker? That meant they weren't leaving me with Social Services.) I jumped up from the bed and wrapped my arms around him. "Not the reaction I was expecting," he commented, returning the hug.
"You said we were going back to the bunker," I replied while a smile as I released the hold I had on him. (Did it mean that they were keeping me?)
"Yeah…I mean, it's not a permanent arrangement, but we're sure the hell not going to leave you girls here," he replied. (Not permanent? And girls? So they were bringing Katie with us?)
"We have a friend in Sioux Falls, SD," Sam chimed in. "Her name is Jody Mills, she's a sheriff, and she may be able to help out." (Ugh….another home? Someone else to decide that they no longer wanted me? I didn't like the sound of this.)
"That's so kind of you both," Katie commented. (Her optimism irritated me.)
"They're just trying to pawn us off on someone else," I blurted out. "Everything you told me, was it just lies?" I demanded as I turned toward Sam.
"Libs, no," he said gently as he approached me. He placed his hand gently on my shoulder. "But you've seen the life that Dean and I live, it's not for children. It wouldn't be fair to you. We wouldn't be able to give you the care and time you need."
"But….I want to stay with both of you," I pleaded. "I don't care about 'fair'. Anything would be better than the life I had. And I wouldn't care as long as I am with you." Tears were falling from my eyes, but I didn't care. "Please Sam, please Dean," I pleaded as I looked from one to the other. I felt Sam's arms gently around me and I didn't fight it. He pulled me gently over to the bed and set me on his lap.
"Listen Libs….we haven't made a decision yet, but whatever we decide to do, we need you to trust us that it's what's best for you," he explained as he rubbed my back. "We just want you to have the best life possible." (I believed him, but the thought of going to a new home terrified me.)
"Ok Sam," I replied as I turned and wrapped my arms around him.
"That's my girl," he replied gently, embracing me in a hug.
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