Chapter Ten:

I opened my mouth to say something, but Dean stood up, his hand on the back of my neck with a firm grip, and marched me out of my room, down the hall, to the bathroom. My heart raced as I was led to the cabinet where he reached in and pulled out a wrapped bar of soap.

"No, Dean, please!" I gasped, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. He didn't say anything as he led me over to the sink and unwrapped the soap. I was frozen in place, too scared to move from where he left me. He turned the sink on and stuck the soap under the water. He then ran his hands over it a few times so that suds formed. He turned to me and I shook my head, eyes wide with fear. I had my mouth washed out with soap once when I was younger by Dad when I cursed at him. It was an awful experience and I wasn't looking forward to it again.

"Open your mouth." Dean said, his voice a deadly calm. I shook my head, lips pursed together tightly. "One. Two."

I opened my mouth, sobbing. Dean stuck the bar of soap in my mouth, brushing it back and forth on my tongue for a good minute. The bubbles began to take over my mouth and I could only breathe out of my nose. I was drooling, but Dean didn't care. He waited until he was good and ready to take the soap out of my mouth.

"Spit." He said, placing the bar on the counter. I hurriedly bent over the sink and spit, but after a few seconds Dean straightened me up again. The taste was awful. It coated everything in my mouth. I wanted to rinse so bad, but I knew even then the taste would linger for a while. I could see my reflection in the mirror. Red, puffy eyes, tear streaked cheeks, runny nose, and drool and suds covered chin.

"Blow." Dean handed me a tissue. I blew, then wiped my cheeks and chin dry. Dean took it and tossed it into the garbage. He picked up the soap again, running it under water.

"Open." I didn't even fight him this time. I opened, sniffling through my nose as he coated my tongue a second time. I gagged on the suds as they filled my mouth, which made me cry harder. I was so humiliated. This time, after spitting, he let me rinse, handing me a cup. I accepted it silently, swishing the water around my mouth, trying to get every inch that was covered with soap rinsed clean. When all the water was gone from my cup, Dean took it, and led me back to my room.

He grabbed my brush off of my dresser, before sitting down on my bed and standing me before him. I wiped my face with the back of my hand, trying to get the courage to look at his stern face.

"If you ever pull a stunt like that again-"

"I won't!" I interrupted quickly. "I'm so sorry, Dean! I promise, I'll never do that again! Ever!"

His eyes changed, flashing so briefly I wasn't sure what thought had gone through his head at that moment. He nodded a little.

"Good." He said, then I found myself right back over his knee, but this time my upper body was resting on my bed. I guess he didn't want to take the chance that I'd chomp on his leg again. I tucked my arms under my body and buried my face into my hands. Dean didn't waste any time pulling my jeans and underwear down. His arm rested over my back, holding me in place, and a moment later, his hand landed squarely on my right butt cheek, and it began.

He didn't lecture, he didn't say a word. He didn't even tell me when he picked up the brush and began to spank me with that. I jumped, gasping at the new pain, but he held me tight. I cried into my comforter. I couldn't think about anything but the fire in my butt and the disappointed, hurt look that was in Dean's eyes after I bit him when he was washing my mouth out.

When he was finally done, he pulled my pants back up and rubbed my back. When my sobs had stopped and I laid there silently, enjoying the feeling of his warm hand rubbing small circles on my back, Dean finally spoke.

"This is not how I want our last few months to be spent together. But I'm not going to let my situation affect the way you're raised. Sam is still going to hold you to the same standards I do. So will Bobby. So please, Anna. Don't give us any reason to have to punish you like this again, okay?"

I sniffled a little, but nodded my head. Dean patted my back and I stood up. I tried to wipe all the tears off my face. My eyes were heavy and I realized that I was suddenly exhausted. Dean stood up and pulled my comforter down. I gave him a defeated look before climbing into bed. He pulled the covers up and then leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"You're grounded to this room, by the way." He said. "I'll be up later. Rest."

He turned and walked to the door.

"Dean?" I called tentatively. He turned, waiting. "I love you."

"I know. I love you too."

I barely heard the door close behind him as I drifted off into sleep.