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WARNING: Some child discipline.
Sam is 13, Dean is 18
Enjoy chapter eleven!
I cannot believe this is happening! Dean thought as he sprinted up the stairs after his brother. He flinched as he heard the bedroom door slam and the lock click, effectively barring him out. Dean quickly rapped on the door and said, "Sam, let me in."
"I don't want to talk," Sam said miserably.
"Too bad." Dean jiggled on the knob, but it didn't give. "Sam..."
"Dean, please... just leave me alone..."
"Goddammit, Sam, open this door, right now, or I swear -- !"
The door was suddenly opened. Sam was standing there, looking dejected. Before Dean could say another word, Sam was turned around and going back to his bed. Dean frowned before entering the room.
Sam was sitting up straight on his bed, facing away Dean. As Dean got closer, he noticed Sam shaking. "Sam..."
"Please don't be mad," Sam whispered.
Dean blinked in shock. "What!?"
Sam turned a little towards Dean, his expression one of fear. Dean swallowed as he saw a tear fall down Sam's face.
"Please don't be mad at me," Sam practically begged.
"Sam..." Dean sat next to his brother with a worried expression. "I'm not mad."
Sam closed his eyes and nodded. He quickly wiped off the tear, as if just noticing it. "Okay," he said breathlessly.
Dean frowned. "Sam, why would you think I was mad?"
Sam's shaking increased a little as he bowed his head down, his bangs effectively hiding his eyes. "Locked Dad out once. Strung me up and beat me for an hour."
Dean closed his eyes and sighed. "My god..."
Sam gave a bitter laugh. "Doesn't seem like Dad's changed much, has he...?"
"Yes, he has," Dean insisted. "I swear, he won't touch a hair on your head."
"Doesn't matter," Sam replied dismissively. "Pretty obvious what he thinks of me."
"He just got frustrated. You were a bit testing..."
"Why are you defending him!?" Sam jumped up from the bed and faced his still-seated brother. "I mean, you said it yourself! It's not my fault. I didn't deserve what happened." Sam's eyes practically turned to liquid as a small hint of betrayal reflected in them. "Are you saying it is my fault?"
"No!" Dean stood and grabbed Sam's shoulders. "Sam, look at me. Hey! Look. At. Me." When Sam finally turned his eyes to meet his brother's, Dean sighed. "It is not your fault. None of it was."
Sam's lip started to tremble. He bit it hard enough to bleed. "Dean..." he begged.
Dean wrapped his arms around his brother and held him close as Sam started to sob in his big brother's chest. "Hey, it's okay. It's okay. Shh..."
"Wh-why...?" Sam sobbed. "Why does Dad hate me so much...?"
Dean sighed, unsure what to think. "He doesn't..." Dean whispered, now trying to convince himself. "He loves you so much..."
Sam hiccuped, not really believing it. "Just say 'sorry'..." he plead. "Just 'sorry'..."
For a long time, they just stood there, Sam crying his heart out, quietly pleading to his father.
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Jim rubbed his face and groaned in disbelief. "John..."
"I know, I KNOW!" John sighed. "Goddammit..."
"Is it possible for you to think before you open your mouth?!"
"Easy for you to say. Did you hear the way he was talking to me!?"
"I think Sam has a legitimate reason to be angry or upset at you. Besides, after all these weeks, I'm sure it's just his way of trying to deal."
John slammed a fist on the table. "No matter what happened, I'm still his father and he should treat me with respect!"
"Isn't that attitude what got you here in the first place?" John didn't say anything. "I thought so." Jim sighed as he got up and started to clear off the table. "You need to get your own feelings and problems dealt with before you try and deal with Sam's. I suggest you do some serious thinking and prioritize yourself."
John gave the table a frustrated smack before standing. "Fine," he grumbled as he left and climbed the stairs.
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"No, no, NO!" John backslapped Sam across the face, knocking him out of the chair and onto the floor. "Why can't you draw a simple devil's trap?!"
Sam simply sat on the floor, his hand rubbing his reddening cheek. For hours, his father's been trying to get Sam to memorize how to draw a not-so-simple devil's trap, including a perfect circle. A single mistake led to degradation and physical repercussions.
"Get back up here," John spat. Sam quickly pulled himself up and sat back down in the chair, picking up his pen, and waiting for orders. John sighed. "This is your last try."
Sam tried, he really did. But the mixture of shaking and John hovering uncomfortably close, caused the pen to do things Sam didn't want.
"My god, you're useless!" John pulled the paper out from under Sam's pen, crumpled it and threw it away. "Go to your room and remove your shirt and pants."
Silently nodding, Sam quickly did as he said. He sat on the bed, dreading the consequences he knew were to come.
A few minutes later, John entered, an ugly scowl on his face. "Bend over your bed," John ordered.
Sam closed his eyes and did as he was told. He waited for the sting of John's belt, but it didn't come. Instead, John pulled down Sam's boxers. "D-Dad...?" John pulled a hand back and slapped Sam on his rump.
Sam yelped in surprise and pain as the calloused hand hit him full-force. John continued to spank him until tears came to Sam's eyes. "D-Dad, please..."
"What?!" John spat, pausing in his punishment.
"A-aren't I a b-bit old for this?"
"You act like a whiny brat, I treat you like a whiny brat." Without further ado, John continued to spank Sam.
Half an hour later, he was still going and Sam was sobbing from the pain and humiliation. His backside was on fire and John continued to strike it. Sam felt like the world's biggest baby. He was thirteen, almost fourteen, and getting spanked by his father. The constant disapproval and degradation John muttered fueled Sam's feeling of inadequacy and uselessness.
Sam buried his face in a pillow, trying to hide his face from the world. Please don't let Dean ever find out, he silently begged.
John continued to spank him.
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