Guys, you are amazing, I was just shutting down my laptop yesterday to go to bed, when my mobile phone started ringing telling me that I had a review to the last chapter and it kept going in 10 minute intervals. So thanks to BondWomen007, Hi14x, TeamCastiel1997 and carlacipo. It made me so happy that I just set to write after coming home and doing the minimum share of preparation for the day. And here it is, freshly written (a little shorter and maybe with some more mistakes then usual as I need to get up quiet early tomorrow and there is not much time left to reread it)
So here you go:
It was late in the morning when John opened his eyes and the sunlight dazzled him. Sammy on his left side was stirring as well, while Dean was still in a deep slumber laying half on John's chest.
Sam opened his eyes and was surprised to see his father next to him, "Daddy?"
"Morning, Sam, you had a good nap?"
Sam nodded and rolled onto his back, winced and rolled back rubbing his bottom.
"Come on, Tiger, let's get you fed and then you have a date with Uncle Bobby I think."
The father entangled himself from his oldest and laid him back down getting some clothes for his youngest and stirring him out of the bedroom.
"Why's Dean still sleeping?"
"Cause he came to bed later then you and had a hard time calming down, so I'll let him sleep a little longer."
The answer was sufficient for Sam and he slipped into the bathroom to get changed and John moved on to his room. Bobby had started making breakfast when father and son arrived in the kitchen.
"Sammy, please set the table," said Bobby after wishing the little one a good morning.
Just when the three sat down, in Sam's case wincing, Dean appeared in the kitchen door still looking ashen in the face. John beckoned his son over to the table and placed some eggs and a slice of bread onto his plate, after filling a glass of orange juice for him. The twelve-year-old looked at the food warily and started with the cool juice. After the first tentative sips he felt how hungry he was and started to dig in. Both children squirmed in their seats somewhat but except for this it was a rather relax breakfast. Without having to be prompted Dean and Sammy started to wash the dishes afterwards and then Sam followed his uncle outside to the garage.
Dean was still unusual quiet when he trudged over into Bobby's study to start his task of sorting the books alphabetically. John meanwhile went back up to his room to check his weapons bag out of routine. Half an hour later he returned downstairs to check on his oldest. Dean had started removing all the books from one bookcase and putting the ones with an author starting with a back onto the top shelves, the others he divided by the first letter into stacks on the floor.
"Dean, you are managing?" asked John.
"Sure, Sir," Dean answered in a low voice.
John regarded his son's face for some moments before reaching out and drawing him into his arms, "What's wrong, Dean-o? Such a sullen face, that's not you."
Dean mumbled something inaudible.
"What was that? I didn't quiet catch it," John inquired.
"Nothing's wrong, just... I dunno."
"Ace, look at me," John waited for Dean's eyes to reach his, "You know that you are already forgiven, do you?"
Dean nodded, but John demanded a verbal answer to make sure Dean really knew.
"Yes, I know, Sir."
"Why are you calling me 'Sir' the whole time then, Dean?"
"It's... I... you...," Dean struggled to put his thoughts into coherent sentences, but his dad waited patiently, "I dis-disappointed you... you must hate me and... and nolongerwantingmetobeyoursonanymore."
John needed a moment to understand the last part and was shocked when he realised what Dean had said. He used his right hand to grab Dean's chin and made sure his son was looking at him, "Dean, listen: I would never ever hate you and you will always and forever be my son, just as Sammy, you two mean the world to me. And about you disappointing me, yes, you did, I thought you would accept my no like the big boy you are; but trust me, there will be numerous more times I guess when you will disappoint me, but that is just part of growing up. However, it doesn't matter what you do, we will always figure things out and then move on. Do you understand? And never ever do I want you to think that I could hate you. Got that?"
Dean nodded and mumbled, "Yes, Dad."
"Good, and never forget this."
Dean clung to his father for a few more minutes and John made no attempt to break the hug from his side but waited for Dean to feel calm enough. When his eldest finally released him he ruffled Dean's hair and took up position in Bobby's comfy chair knowing his son needn't to be alone now.
*~*~*Dean*~*~*Sam*~*~*Dean*~*~*Sam*~*~*Dean*~*~*Sam*~*~*Dean*~*~*Sam*~*
If John had thought his youngest needed a bath when he had seen him at lunch seeing him come in for dinner made him almost fear he would never find his baby boy under all that dirt again. Oil and dirt were everywhere; jeans, hands, face and even in the hair. Foreseeing this John had a washcloth ready to clean at least his son's face and hands so they could sit down for dinner.
Dinner was finished at half past six and John announced that it was bath time for both his boys as soon as they had washed the dishes.
"Dad, do I have to take a bath, can't I just take a shower?" whined Dean.
John's first intention was to tell Dean to do as he was told, yet this was the first time his Dean was appearing that day, so he nodded, "Ok with me, just send Sammy up first."
"Daddy, I don't wanna bath either," said Sammy stopping John who was going to go upstairs to start the water.
"Sorry, Tiger, but you definitely need some time to actually soak in the water otherwise I might never be sure if it is really my Sammy under all that dirt."
Sam pouted for a bit but since it was only him and Dean and his brother was ignoring his sour face he had no audience and stopped. The brothers went upstairs together and soon a squeaky-clean Sam waited for Dean to finish his shower. The two brothers went downstairs together per John's order to receive their second spanking before bedtime.
The second spanking was not as harsh as the first one in the wee hours of this morning, but since the boys' bottoms were still tender from it, it was a rather quick affair to reheat them. As it was almost eight after the boys had calmed down, they were sent upstairs to brush their teeth and get to bed right afterwards. John came to tug them in and even before he was halfway down the hallway he could hear Sammy's careful pitter-patter getting up to crawl into his older brother's bed for comfort.
"I don't like cars," stated Sammy whispering snuggling into his brother's side.
"Well, I don't like books, that's why I got them and you got the cars," whispered Dean back.
"And I don't like writing lines."
"At least you only had to do one hundred I got double."
"What was you line, Dean?" wanted Sam to know as the boys had been told to stay quiet during writing.
"I must not disobey a direct order, drive a car before I'm old enough, and sneak out during bedtime, and you?"
"I must not blackmail my brother and do things I know are wrong."
Do you want me to continue with the next few days or skip some time of the punishment(s)? - Please leave a review