A/N: There is spanking in here, so avoid if you need to. Hailstorm3 – read her stuff! My friend who gave me confidence. Shout to WaywardDaughter18 as well. Thanks, guys.

Chapter 11:

She awoke to her shade being pulled up and curtains opened wide. Light flooded her room and prisms bounced off her walls and ceilings from the crystals she had hung about. Sam stood at the window and stared into the new day. It was early, the new morning sun just rising brightly above the horizon.

"What time is it? What's going on?" she asked him as a lightning bolt of pain slammed into her head. She barely remembered the night before, yet, and lifted her hand to block the sunlight pouring into her room. She was vaguely aware of dampness clinging to her from her comforter. And a funky smell to go along with it.

Another jolt of pain hit her in the back of the head and crawled to her temple. She squeezed her eyes shut.

Sam was dressed in jeans and his blue and white flannel with a white tee underneath. He slowly walked over and handed her two Advil and a bottled water. "Take these" was all he said to her. She could smell his clean Sam-smell and his breath smelled like cinnamon. He stood beside her bed, arms casually at his sides while he waited for her to obey him. Krissy was not a stupid girl. She was an attuned hunter under all the trauma she had endured and she had red flags going off everywhere. She threw the pills in her mouth and drank them down. She handed him back the bottle. He reached out but didn't take it back. They both had their hands on the bottle.

"More," he said. She looked at him quizzically. "More what, Nerdo," she said crankily.

Sam suppressed the urge to flip her over right then and there and give her the spanking she had been begging for over the past months.

"Krissy, drink ALL of that water, do you get me?" he said as he looked down at her impatiently. Now he placed his hand on his hip and shifted his weight from his right side to his left out of aggravation.

"Sammy, I – I don't know if I can. My stomach – it's not feeling good. I don't want to," she said, looking directly into his dark look. Even then, Sam thought "she had balls". His dark look had brought grown men – DEMONS even – to beg.

He laid the bottle on her lap as he placed his hands on the edge of her mattress so they were now completely eye to eye. "That was not a request. Now drink that water. You're dehydrated and you need it and you WILL drink it yourself or I will hold it up to your mouth and you will drink it with my help – am I making myself clear to you little sister?"

Little sister? Since when did he start referring to her that way? Her head hurt. Was that a new nickname? No, she was sure it wasn't. It was new, last night – she remembered him saying "Do not lie to me, little sister." Oh shit she did the math – this was not a term of endearment, it was what he was calling her when he was really pissed. It was that now, or Krissy. He hardly ever called her by her real name. She loved all his nicknames for her, even though she acted as if she didn't.

She peered into his dark brown pools and saw emotions unfamiliar to her being sent from them. They fought, sure, but it was never like this. Intense. Harsh. Raw. Her head pounded. Krissy felt very, very little both physically and emotionally. She opened her mouth – she wanted nothing more than to get herself out of the mess she made. Sam was reasonable. He loved her. He was angry and disappointed but he would listen. She was sure of it.

"You better be opening that mouth to finish this water," he stated, reaching for the bottle.

"Sam – Sammy please I feel so sick. Please just listen to me," she said as her voice broke. No crying, Chambers-Winchester, she thought. He just HAD to listen to her and she knew she could get him to understand. See reason.

"Is that a no?" he asked.

"Why are you being so mean to me?" she snapped. She snatched the bottle from his hand and threw it across the room. "You won't listen to me! Just listen okay? Fuck," she said with anger.

Sam walked to where the water landed and brought it back. He sat on the edge of her bed while he unscrewed the cap. "Open your mouth, Krissy," he said slowly. "Drink this water, or I will help you - it's your choice, not mine." He was glaring at her. She had never noticed how his eyes flashed with bright shots of amber when he was angry, but then again, she had never seen him this angry before.

"Fine I'll drink your fucking water, Sam. Oh, I mean Big Brother Sam. Big Brother is mad at me and I'm supposed to fall apart," she taunted. She grabbed the water and drank it all in one long gulp. She crushed the plastic and threw it across the room again.

Sam stood up and stepped away before he blew his top. He could not let this be in anger. Although he was angry, it was so much more. He took a few breathes and turned back, pointing his finger directly at her.

"You have twenty minutes. Strip this bed and throw everything including what you have on into the wash. Then take a quick shower. Meet Dean and I in the kitchen at – he looked at his watch – 6:30. Bring your I-Pad and your phone," he ordered.

"Twenty minutes isn't enough time – you're out of your mind!" she yelled.

"Now you have eighteen so I'd move my ass if I were you," he said calmly. "And watch that tone."

"I fucking hate you – HATE YOU!" she screamed at him as she started tearing the linens off her bed. God, they reeked and so did she.

"See you in the kitchen in seventeen minutes – being late is counted against you,'' he said. "So are tantrums," he added.

He turned to leave but heard her mumble something under her breath. Typical Gus. "Have something to add?" he asked.

"Fuck you," she glared at him.

Sam kept his poker face. He just could not conceive in his logical mind that she was behaving this way after what she did the night before. He had to put a stop to this behavior and he knew he would. She was just digging herself in deeper and deeper. "See you in fifteen minutes," he said.

WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

She came into the kitchen with her hair slicked back, instead of the usual pixie look. Sam and Dean both sat, just staring at her. She had black tights on with a black tank and an off the shoulder dark grey sweater. Black boots up to her knees finished her look.

Sam looked again at his watch.

"It's 7:15, Dean. What time did you get to the kitchen?"

Dean spoke back to his brother, now ignoring Krissy totally. "I was here at, hmmm… I'm pretty sure the meet time was 6:30. So yeah, I was here at 6:30 like you were."

Krissy crossed her arms and huffed. "This show is so boring and I've seen it soooo many times," she said dramatically. "It's the one where the brothers…"

She didn't even realize Sam had moved. He was sitting, and then he was behind her, taking her by the shoulders and firmly guiding her to the chair between them. He was so fucking fast. "Sit. Now," was all he said. He still had his hands on her shoulders but didn't push down to make her sit. Instead, he took the side of his foot and placed it behind her knee so she had no other option but to sit. He knew how to handle her. He would never hurt her, but he knew how to get her to cooperate with them. So, sit in the chair she did, even though she didn't want to.

"Well, what do you want me to do? Apologize? Cry? So I drank some booze – not like either of you get to judge me for that. I watched a movie. Big fucking deal," she said. "It's nothing the two of you haven't done hundreds of times yourselves."

Dean opened his mouth, then shut it, then opened it again. His mind was spinning.

"Now you just wait a minute, little girl. Do you think this is about THAT? Well, it is, but… we just laid out all the rules for you less than a week ago. You KNOW them. Did you just somehow magically forget what we told you we expected from you? Did you not agree to follow those rules? Did we not make it explicitly clear what would happen if you didn't get with it and stop being such a brat?"

Dean waited. "Hello? Waiting for an answer here," he directed at her. He gave her a few to react and then brought it up a notch. "Krissy Chambers Winchester I want an answer right the fuck now!"

Krissy didn't react well to shouting. In fact, when shouting happened she felt more in control. She looked at him coolly and replied. "Yes, I was here for the teen girl Winchester Scared Straight Program. Yes, I got it. Yes, yes, yes, yes. Now, where are we at here, Dean?" She closed her eyes briefly as if to say "you bore me to tears."

Dean slammed his hand down on the table, expecting her to startle, but she didn't. Because Krissy was expecting it. Dean was Dean. She loved him. She loathed him sometimes. But he was predictable. Next he would…

Stand up and flip back his chair.

Standing up and flipping back his chair, Dean looked over to Sam. Sam nodded slightly with a grim look and his brother grabbed Baby's keys and went to the door. He looked back at Krissy and said "Welcome to the family, kid." With that he was out the door, Baby roaring down the road taking him off to finish up some research on Martin. He and Sammy thought it best for him to be gone for most of the day. Sam would call him later with the details.

She slid back her chair, but then it wasn't moving. Sam was holding it in place easily by the back of his hand. She tried moving it side to side but that fucker wasn't budging.

"Knock it off, Sam – I mean it! Let me up!" she barked.

Sam looked at her and let go. "You and I are having a talk in the library, little sister. Right now."

She got up to bolt to her room but he had his arm around her side, steering her into the library.

"I don't understand, Sam. We don't need to talk here," she said earnestly.

"Oh, we most certainly do, Krissy. Now you are going to sit and I am going to talk. You disrespect Dean and I both. I have seen, like, three tantrums just today, thrown bottles, heard lies, yelling, and in general watch you break every rule he and I have set out for you to follow and that you agreed to follow. Look at me, please. NOT TO MENTION that train wreck you downplayed about last night. Look at me," he said again, raising his voice just a notch. Not too much, just enough to get that attention he knew he would get.

She looked. He towered over her. "You understood that when your behaviors were bad, your consequences would match your behaviors, yes?"

"Yeah, Sam, but…"

"NO, Krissy. It's yes, not yeah. And there are no buts. Yes?" he said again.

"Yes, but I didn't do anything really bad. I was just being sixteen," she said with a sly look up at him, just tilting her head a little and lifting her eyebrows as if totally misunderstood.

"Bullshit. And you can stop with the sad looks and pity me face. Your behavior has been deplorable, Krissy. And not just last night. That's why we made the rules clear, so that when this day came you wouldn't be able to crocodile tear your way out of it or plead that you didn't understand. I can't let this go on with you. I won't. You stole alcohol. You were shitfaced. You put yourself at risk which pisses me off to no end. You refused me directly to my face this morning, and you told me to fuck off. You are allowed to feel any way you want, but you WILL give me the same respect I give you. You WILL do what is expected of you and you will not throw tantrums. You will take whatever punishment Dean and I see fit that matches your level of behavior. Are we finally communicating here, little sister? What was the last thing I said to you last night? Answer."

She looked down and began pulling on her cuticles. "Stop that and answer me," he said, pulling her hands apart and holding them in each of his. His hands were huge, and callused. Hers, not so much.

"Three," she whispered into her lap.

"My eyes are up here. Answer," he said again.

She struggled to look up at him. Sam felt himself waver. No. He couldn't let this slide. He loved her. He loved her so much that he knew she deserved what she was going to get from him.

She looked him in the eye. "Three," she said clearly, voice shaking.

"And what does three mean?" he asked quickly, not wanting to lose any momentum that was building in her mind between her behavior and what was coming.

"It's – it's – spanking. But please Sam, please just give me one more chance I promise I'll do better. I'll try harder. Please," she begged.

"You will do better and you will try harder, I know. You will lose your I-Pad for a month and your phone is mine until I say. You will only have it when necessary. You will apologize to Dean for being a disrespectful, foul-mouthed brat when he gets home. And you will do all of these things because you're getting the spanking you earned. I hope to God I never have to do this again, but that's not up to me, it's up to you," he said firmly. "I love you and won't let you behave this way without any consequences. And I can't let what happened to you cloud my judgment, either. You deserve every bit of this, little sister."

He stood up, dreading it but wanting it over so he could comfort her. He looked down at her and read her mind. "Running only makes it worse, so don't even think about it."

God – how did he read her mind, she wondered. She sat.

He rolled up his sleeves revealing his massive forearms. Holy fuck how had she never noticed them? He moved over to the open sided chair and sat. "Come here," he said somberly. It was important to him that she came to him. She had to walk to him and accept the responsibility of her actions. He has thought quite a bit about this all night.

She didn't move. She just looked at him, mortified.

"If I have to come and get you it will be double," he said in a matter-of-fact-tone. At least he hoped he was keeping his plan and voice together.

She stood up at that. "No – no – I'm trying," she said.

"Just bring your ass over here and I'll do the rest, now get over here now." She could tell he was getting aggravated.

She slowly walked over to him, eyes pleading with every step. Sam ignored them. As soon as she was beside him he bent her over at the waist and she was over his lap in an instant. He tilted her further over and lifted up her sweater that hung over her tights. Her hands grabbed hold of his calves and she braced herself.

The first swat landed square on her rear end and his hand covered her whole ass. It took the breath out of her. He began to talk to her as he laid his hand heavily over and over. "You will stop this bullshit." SMACK. "You will give respect because you get it." SMACK SMACK. "You will not drink unless you ask and we allow you to." At this point Sam began to really give her the full effect of his punishment. It was meant to sting her ass and make her remember what he said to her. "You will NEVER tell me to fuck off again, little sister do you understand me?" Her ass was on fire, he spanked her just where she would feel it when she sat. A memory - to never have to repeat again hopefully.

Krissy was sobbing and clinging to his calves. She couldn't move because she had kicked out at the start and he placed her legs under his thigh. She had never experienced such discipline. Her cheeks were burning from humiliation and tears.

"I have had enough of your tantrums and yelling." He gave her two more swats to emphasize his point. He held her there for a minute, letting her catch up with the spanking she didn't even know she needed or wanted. "Do we understand each other now, Krissy?"

She tried to answer him but she was crying and couldn't get a breath. He heard her squeak out "Yeees, yes, Sam we understand now. I'm so sorry, Sammy." She was sobbing and talking and shaking. He lifted her up, carefully making sure her behind hung through the spot he made between his thighs. She clung to him, babbling about how horrible she was and how ungrateful she knew she looked. She had taken her head and hid it inside his flannel while she sobbed onto his tee shirt. She wouldn't stop saying sorry. She was going to throw away all her pink stuff to atone. Sam grinned – he couldn't help it. She was close to hysterical and he heard her wheezing.

"Tink, get your head out of my shirt! You're suffocating yourself."

She pulled her head out like a little turtle, still wheezing and eyes swollen with tears. Her breath hitched and he brought his hand, now as gentle as could be, across her cheek and pressed her to his shoulder. "Shhh, shhh, pixie it's over. It's all over and forgiven, understand?"

She hiccupped and he gave her some water to sip. She took it gratefully and drank. Still, he could feel her heart pounding and her shoulders shaking. He rocked her and told her about when he was a little boy and how it was for him. How he didn't have anyone to hold him after a spanking, and how he promised himself if he ever had children of his own, he would always hold them and talk to them after.

"Sammy?"

"Yep."

"Do you and Dean…. Do you ever wish I had never called that day? The day you came to my house? Do you ever wish you weren't my brother/guardian/dad person? It's okay if you do. I probably would. Especially to me."

He kept rocking her, not making a big deal out of what she said, because he knew she was looking for a big reaction. He just kept rocking her and told her "Hush, Tink… never. Never for one minute." He ran his hand up and down her back and up into her hair, which was definitely not slicked back anymore. He hated that look on her so he was glad to see it gone. "Love you Sammy, I'm so sorry," she said and started to cry again.

"Okay, okay Gus, shhh…calm down…I love you too. Always. And always so much that I will smack your ass if you get out of line, ok? That's the way it has to be." He had turned her to carry her into her bedroom and stood easily with her. "Owwww, Sammy it hurts!" She started to cry again.

"Shhhh..hush….it's supposed to hurt, silly girl. It wouldn't be a big brother spanking if it didn't."

"Am I still your Pixie and Tinker and Gus and Brown Eyes?" she asked him sleepily. He could tell he had scared her with his "Little Sister" and "Krissy" talk. Good.

"Oh, hush up – of course you are. You always will be and more. You will always be my girl," he said comfortingly.

"Now you're gonna take this Advil, and a nap. I'm gonna show you a few ways to lay that will make it hurt a little less. I'm getting you some shorts to put on."

"M'Kay, Samson," she said agreeably.

Sam brought her a washcloth to wipe her face and pulled down the shades. He helped her off with her tights. She really had no shyness with him, probably because he had done so much work on her medically. And she trusted him – he knew that. He slid her shorts up, trying to be careful as possible. She whimpered into her pillow. His heart clenched but he held true.

He wanted her in shorts because he wanted to peek to be sure he hadn't spanked her too hard. He felt he knew the line with her, but just needed a little reassurance… he was a little rusty in the spanking department. He was relieved to see her rear end was definitely a bright red but he left no kind of mark on her. He wasn't sure what he would have done if he had seen any.

He helped her lay on her side and she wanted him to stay so he did. She leaked tears but the hysterical crying had stopped and he would occasionally offer her water and she would drink it. She reached out for his hand and held on to his index finger until it slipped out lightly as sleep overtook her.

She had called him her brother/guardian/dad, and he felt like one. HER one. Nobody could ever take that from him or her. Gus hated her spanking, but she knew she deserved it and Sammy knew that in some way, she wanted him to draw the line with her. He was the first man in her life that showed her anything near a parental love. Sam thought what he got back was so much more. He got his Pixie. He would protect her forever.