Chapter Twenty-One: Natural Disaster
"Truth...lies. Loyalty...betrayal...Right...wrong. When the line is drawn where will you stand?"
I was screwed and I knew that for certain. There was no way that I could swing this into something that Dean wouldn't get irritated with. I sighed as I slid into Reid's bed because he wouldn't let me sleep on the floor. Instead, Reid decided to set up an airbed right in front of the door, making sure that I wouldn't be able to leave unless I was feeling like plummeting five stories to the ground.
But, I wasn't leaving because Dean was already pissed and I had enough self preservation to realize when my luck was already so pressed. When Tyler's alarm clock rang the next morning, Reid and I groaned in stereo. I was laying his bed as he and Tyler were getting ready.
"What are you waiting for?" Reid asked me.
"What do you mean?" I replied.
"I can't miss class so you're coming with," Reid said.
"I don't have a uniform, genius," I rolled my eyes.
"Pogue's girlfriend dropped this by for you a few minutes ago," Reid said throwing me a bundle of clothing. "You guys are nearly the same size."
"Wonderful," I sighed.
I got out of bed and walked into their little bathroom area. It only had a sink and a mirror. I closed the door and slipped into the plaid green skirt, white oxford shift, sweater vest, and blazer. I put on the white knee high socks. When I came out of the bathroom both boys were once again waiting for me.
"I'm supposed to go to class with you?" I asked. "I don't have any books."
"You're my cousin who is looking to transfer schools," Reid responded. "Come on, before we're late for first period."
"Wouldn't want that," I rolled my eyes.
I followed after Reid and Tyler straight into the academic buildings. I walked forward following them right into a classroom where Caleb and Pogue were also in the class. Reid and Tyler went to the seats directly behind them and I sat in between them.
"What class is this?" I whispered.
"English lit," Tyler replied as Caleb and Pogue nodded.
There was a girl with mocha skin and dark brown hair was dangling off of Pogue's arm.
"Hi, I'm Kate," The girl introduced. "Reid was right we are the same size."
"Yes he was," I smiled. "I'm Hailey."
"Are you staying long?" Kate asked.
"Nope," I shook my head. "Just visiting."
"All right, let's get started!" A severe looking woman snapped storming into the classroom and closing the door behind her. She tossed her briefcase on her desk as she looked around.
"Professor Watson," Reid filled in quietly. "She's one of the toughest professors here."
I nodded watching as a women who couldn't be more than five feet tall but her presence had everyone in the room quiet and listening to her as compared to a few moments ago where the noise alone could be heard all the way down the hall.
"Okay, everyone get out your homework," Watson ordered. "Where's your homework, Garwin?"
"I don't have it," Reid shrugged. "I could find anyone to copy it from."
A few people began to laugh as Tyler shook his head, Pogue sighed, and Caleb glared back at Reid.
"How unfortunate," Watson smirked. "Detention. One week after school my office."
"Yes ma'am," Reid nodded before telling me, "We've got an understanding."
"I can see that," I laughed.
Watson turned back and began to talk about the next assignment concerning The Age of Innocence. I sighed and slumped in my seat realizing and quickly so why I had dropped out of school in the first place. It was just so boring and I couldn't focus on what Watson was saying.
"Hails, this class is over," Reid whispered.
"Can I go to the library?" I asked.
"I'm not supposed to let you out of my sight," Reid frowned.
"Reid, please?" I pleaded. "I just need some time alone to think. I'm not going to go anywhere. I'm not suicidal."
"Alright," Reid sighed. "Meet me in the cafeteria for lunch at 11:30, got it?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
I walked into the library and straight back to one of the tables. It had a thin layer of dust so I knew that people hadn't been this far back in a while. I sat down and just stared off into space. I had placed a book in front of me so that it would look like I would be working. I rested my chin in my hands and sighed.
Nothing was going the way it was supposed to do. Sure, I need that Dean would be beyond pissed. I hadn't left a note and I ditched my phone so that they couldn't trace it that would not go over well. I had broken two huge rules in the Winchester handbook, maybe three. I had ditched my phone and that's one rule broken. I had lied, that was a major rule I broke. And I had broken a near direct order to lay low, knowing full well that Dean meant laying low together. And, going off of the last rule broken, Dean could and most likely would argue that by running off I had put myself in danger because I was just a defenseless little girl. I huffed and rolled my eyes, sometimes having over protective brothers could be a blessing but more often than not it was a curse. Dean, Sam, and Aiden often forgot that I had the same training that they had. And, now, not only could I fight and win I had a little telekinetic push if things go sideways.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
My head snapped up and my eyes widened as I quickly looked around the library. If one was here more was sure to follow and they'd be sure to corner me.
"Relax, Hay, it's only me," Aiden soothed. Somehow that didn't make me feel any better.
"Dean let you come up here by yourself?" I asked.
"He wanted to track down Sam by himself," Aiden explained. "And he figured that someone else should watch you."
"Because having Reid and his friends monitoring my every move isn't enough?" I snapped.
"Word of advice, I'd drop the attitude before Dean gets here," Aiden replied.
"Whatever," I retorted, making a move to get up.
"Sit down," Aiden ordered.
I dropped down onto my seat and glared at Aiden who returned my gaze unfazed. It hadn't been three minutes and already I was being ordered around.
"What's on your mind, Hay," Aiden questioned again.
"I don't wanna talk about it, Aiden," I muttered.
"Once again that won't work when Dean gets here," Aiden said.
"Aiden," I groaned.
"You don't understand right now," Aiden snapped. His face morphing from the cool mask that he had been wearing when he first walked into the library to one of fury. "Dean begged you guys to stay put and than you wait until the second that both of us fall asleep and you book without even letting us know that you are okay."
I opened my mouth to retort or to state that Sam had done the exact same thing when Aiden cut me off with a vicious look that had me recoiling in my seat. I had seen that look thrown at a bully or two but never had it been directed at myself.
"You leave without your cell phone," Aiden growled. "You leave half of your weapons behind. There's no note telling us where you could possibly be going. We had no idea where the fuck you were, Hailey, not until Dean called the right person. Reid had no idea that you ran off. He thought we were working a job nearby or at least that's what you told him. And what if Dean hadn't thought to call Reid? Or run through your entire fucking contact list so that everyone was searching for your ass? You could've been hurt or killed or both and we wouldn't have known!"
"I'm sorry," I whispered softly.
"Sorry?" Aiden barked. "Oh, you're sorry. That's nice, Hailey because 'sorry' definitely makes up for the three days we spent looking for your ass. Three whole days of not knowing if you were okay or alive, do you have any idea what that was like? Dean was going out of his mind with worry and I wasn't that far behind him. You don't do shit like this, Hailey. Not with this life."
"I didn't do this to make Dean angry or to get in trouble," I groused.
"No, you did this without thinking and went off half-cocked," Aiden retorted. "You didn't think about the fact that the demon could've have snatched you because you made yourself a goddamn perfect target. You didn't think about how Dean or I would feel about this act of selfishness. What part in all of this were you even thinking at all?"
"It wasn't like that!" I snapped.
"Then what's it like, Hailey?" Aiden questioned. "Because obviously I'm not understanding why here."
"I needed to think about things," I said. "And you guys have been hovering like crazy."
"Hovering?!" Aiden shouted. "Hovering? You really want to go that route? Why do you think we've been hovering, Hailey? After everything that's happened with Dad and the demon you think we'd just let you be? You obviously don't get that this demon is nasty and is gunning right for you."
"He's gunning for Sam too, Aiden!" I yelled. "And, Sammy ran off too! I didn't do this by myself. And I'm not stupid this demon killed Mom and Dad, you think I haven't gotten how big this fucking thing is?"
"Well, Sammy's getting the bitching out of a century for his stunt," Aiden rolled his eyes. "What do you think is going to happen to you?"
"I don't know, Aiden," I sighed.
"How'd you even get here, Hay?"
"Motorcycle," I murmured.
"Motorcycle?" Aiden repeated, completely flabbergasted. "Where the fuck did you get a goddamn motorcycle from?"
"I bought it four years ago," I stated. "It's mine and I didn't steal it."
"Dean's going to kill you," Aiden sighed.
"Why?" I retorted. "Because I didn't steal a car?"
"Hailey, I can promise you in the event that you did steal a car, that would be the least of your problems."
"I'm sorry," I sighed. "I just needed to be alone. I was perfectly safe, Aiden. I'm not an idiot."
"The jury's still out on that one, Hailey," Aiden retorted.
"Go fuck yourself," I hissed.
This time I got up and walked out of the library ignoring Aiden's protests as I made my way to the cafeteria. I walked through the door and dropped down next to Tyler. He looked at me as I crossed my arms and slumped in my seat.
"Everything okay?" Tyler asked.
"Aiden's here," I glowered.
"Really?" Reid questioned
"Yeah," I grunted.
"So, Dean's not that fair behind him?" Reid asked.
"I don't know," I said.
I sat up straight and grabbed a few French fries off of Reid's plate. Reid growled at me before shoving a burger and fries at me. I nodded my thanks before biting into my burger. Caleb, Pogue, and Kate came in a few minutes later with a blonde girl following after Caleb. They each slipped into the four available chairs and began to eat. I couldn't stop looking at the blonde who I had never seen or heard about before. She had long blonde hair and dark blue eyes, her skin was pale and she seemed so disgustingly normal.
"Hi, I'm Sarah," The blonde introduced. "I'm Caleb's girlfriend."
"Really?" I smirked. "Well it's about time, Cale."
"Thanks, Hailey," Caleb huffed.
"Hailey Winchester?" Sarah asked.
"Guilty," I smiled. "I'm Reid's cousin."
"Nice to meet you," Sarah said.
We both smiled and went back to eating. I glanced around at the other people in the cafeteria or looking at the girl's. I was the nearly the only one who was eating a burger and fries. Every other girl was eating salad I rolled my eyes realizing exactly how annoying this school was. It was a boarding school for the upper class elite and it was a place where I'd never fit in.
Suddenly I heard the cafeteria doors slam open as heads whirled around see a tall boy with spiky mussed light brown hair, slightly tight dark blue jeans with a skull and cross bones wallet chain. The outfit was completed by work boots and a broken in leather jacket.
"Who is that?" Kate whispered.
"My brother," I sighed. Nearly every female eye was on him as he walked straight for me. He was smirking, a look that he had learned straight from Dean, because he knew without even looking at anyone that people thought he was attractive.
Just as he was about to reach me he turned to the side and looked at a frizzy red hair who in turn was staring at Aiden like he was a piece of meat. He smiled winking at her and she flushed, the boy next to her looked livid.
"Go fuck myself," Aiden whispered in a voice only I could hear as his hands seized my shoulders in a gesture that could've been mistaken as friendly but in reality was a little bit painful. "Nice, Hailey. Eloquent even."
"I learn from the best," I responded.
Aiden cuffed me upside the head and I growled at him as he turned his attention to Reid.
"How's it going, kid?" Aiden asked.
"Sam old, same old," Reid smirked. "How about you?"
"I've been better," Aiden shrugged. "It's been a crazy couple of months. Actually, can we talk alone?"
"Sure," Reid replied.
He got up and when Aiden's grip on my shoulder tightened signaling that I'd be involved in his conversation too. I followed after them as Reid led us to a completely deserted. They both turned to form a sort of triangle as we each looked at each other. Aiden dug into his pocket giving me my cell phone. I flushed and placed it in one of my socks, as this stupid skirt didn't have pockets.
"Nice get up, Hails," Aiden teased. "The school girl look almost suits you."
"Where are the others?" Reid asked.
"They're coming," Aiden replied. "I got a message that they're in Pennsylvania right now. They hit a little snag in Indiana."
"What happened?" I asked.
"Gordon Walker decided that he needed to kill Sam," Aiden said. "Kidnapped Dean to get to him."
"Why would Gordon want to kill Sam?" I growled.
"He was torturing a demon," Aiden explained. "And apparently the demon said that there's a war coming and psychic's like you and Sam are supposed to be fighting on hell's side. According to Gordon and some of his other friends you both are fair game."
"Are they okay?" I demanded.
"They're fine," Aiden soothed. "And Gordon's going to be in jail for quite a while."
"Jail?" I growled.
"Yeah, Hay, a jail," Aiden snarked. "What's wrong with that?"
"He wants me and Sam dead and they didn't take them out when they had the chance?" I snapped.
"They defended themselves," Aiden said. "That's all that Dad taught us to do defend ourselves."
"He'll get outta jail and then what?" I demanded.
"We'll deal with it when it presents itself, Hay," Aiden stated. "What's gotten into you?"
"Nothing," I fumed.
"You know you're going to have to think of one hell of an answer to save your ass when Dean finally shows up," Aiden retorted. "The evasive shit won't work."
"Whatever," I muttered.
"Reid your parents here?" Aiden asked.
"Naw, they're in the Bahamas," Reid shrugged. "On 'business'."
"Can we borrow your house?" Aiden questioned. "There are no motels around here."
"Yeah, don't worry about it," Reid smiled. "There's a spare key on the underside of the mailbox."
"Thanks, Reid," Aiden sighed. "And that's for watching her."
"It's not a problem, dude," Reid responded. "You guy's gonna head over?"
"I think so," Aiden said. "What do you think, Hay, had enough of school?"
"Definitely," I nodded. "Just let me say goodbye."
"Five minutes," Aiden acquiesced.
I rolled my eyes but nodded my head. I walked back into the cafeteria hugging Pogue, Tyler, and Caleb goodbye. I smiled at Sarah and Kate saying that I might see them before I left but I didn't know. I then walked back out into the hallway where Aiden and Reid were waiting. I hugged Reid before leading Aiden towards my motorcycle.
"How'd you even learn how to ride one of these things?" Aiden asked.
"One of the times Dean and I were recuperating at the roadhouse," I said. "Dean was so out of it on pain meds that he doesn't remember."
"Are you going to tell him about it?" Aiden asked.
"Not if I can help it," I replied. "Don't you think I've wracked up enough of a list?"
"I'd say," Aiden winced in sympathy.
I climbed on the bike with Aiden getting on behind me. I didn't have a spare helmet but Aiden refused to take mine. I kicked the kickstand back and floored the engine laughing as Aiden's arms wrapped around my middle tightly. I wheeled us back before flooring it out of Spenser's parking lot and going in the direction of Garwin manor.
The first thing I noticed when we finally got there was that it hadn't changed a bite. The place was still every bit of a fortress that it was when he had visited years ago. The entire property was protected with both spells and iron and little tricks that would keep anything remotely nasty out. The weirdest thing about the Garwin's property was that it recognized family members, meaning that if someone that was blood related stepped on the grounds the front gates automatically swung open.
I drove straight through hearing the pure iron gates slam close behind us as we continued to ride up the path to the main house. I parked near two cars were currently resting and just like Reid had said the spare key was under the mailbox. Aiden grabbed it and opened the door and I followed after him. This house was ridiculously huge. It was so huge that whenever we had crashed here in the past a wing to ourselves. It also felt like it hadn't been lived in for a while, which was probably the case with Reid being at school and Charlie off wherever she was.
"This house can be seriously creepy," Aiden muttered as he walked further into the house.
"It just feels abandoned," I replied.
"Yeah," Aiden agreed, "which makes it creepy. Anyway, I'm hungry. You okay with Pizza?"
"Yup," I nodded as we both dropped our duffel bags in the foyer.
"'M gonna order extra just incase Dean and Sam get here tonight," Aiden told me as he wandered off in search of a phone.
"They're going to be," I whispered.
When the pizza came, Aiden and I dug into one of the pies and saved the other one for Dean and Sam. The conversation was nearly non-existent until I decided to ask Aiden a few questions.
"How upset is Dean?" I asked setting down my second slice of pizza.
"He was really worried," Aiden said. "And he then he got pissed. He was scared for you."
"I think I'm gonna crash for a bit," I sighed.
I walked back towards the staircase and walked up to the room that was just for me. I fell onto the giant bed, blissful as it contoured around my body. I tried to enjoy it as much as I could because it wasn't going to stay nice and peaceful once the family was reunited.
Dean's Point of View
"This isn't personal," Gordon stated firmly, "I'm a hunter and your brother and that little sister of yours? They're fair game."
"Why?" I hissed.
"I caught a low-level demon down in Louisiana, and somewhere between the head-spinning the damn thing muttered something about a coming war. Now, it didn't meant to but it peaked my interest. So the demon tells me they have soldiers to fight in this coming war. Humans fighting on hells side, you believe that? I mean, they're psychics but so they aren't exactly pure human, but still what kind of worthless scumbag must be to turn against your own race. But, the biggest kick in the ass? The demon said I knew not one of them but two."
Driving from Indiana to Massachusetts was proving to be the most irritating task of the day. Although, I guess I should be thankful that only one of my two flight risks nearly got themselves killed by a fucking psycho who decided that they were hunting worthy. I had told them, no begged them to stay low with us until we could figure things out, hope everything blows over, just a little bit. But, do they listen to me? No, because Sam and Hailey Winchester are nearly as bad as Dad when it came to being fucking stubborn.
I had sent Aiden on ahead so that he could talk to Hailey first. Mostly because I wanted to confront Sam by myself. That hadn't worked out so well when Gordon apparently stabbed the psychic kid that Sam wanted to find and was gunning after Sam himself. Well, Gordo is going to be reaching for the soap for a couple years at least, which makes him one less thing for me to worry about.
Part of me felt bad for Hailey. I mean she was not only the youngest but also the only girl and even though she never complained about it, I knew that it would bother her sometimes. She was just as bad as Sammy with the whole wanting to deal with all of our emotions thing. But, I could've sworn I had made it clear to her that running away was not an option, ever and especially not now. What if Gordon had went after Hailey instead of Sam? We didn't even know she was in Ipswich until I called Reid. She would've been alone and unprotected. A sitting duck. What they both did verged on suicidally reckless. And, while running from problems was both the Sam and Hailey Winchester patented style both Dad and I had broken them of it before they were even teenagers.
Then just as suddenly Sam and Aiden come back into hunting to look for Dad; Hailey decided that running was a good idea all over again. She had left a note and her reason was valid. A hell of a lot more valid than I-needed-time-to-think-and-decided-to-leave-half-my-weapons-and-my-cell-phone-behind.
"You okay there, Dean?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," I grunted.
"Really?" Sam prodded. "Because last I checked the impala didn't do anything to you."
"What are you talking about?" I growled.
Sam gestured to the steering wheel and I noticed for the first time how tight my grip was. I loosened it and aimed a you-happy look to Sam who rolled his eyes.
"I did the same thing, Dean," Sam said quietly.
"What's your point, Sammy?" I sighed.
"She was just doing what she thought was right," Sam shrugged.
"She thought this whole clusterfuck was right?" I retorted. "She lied Sam to Reid to me, she left without her phone, abandoned half her weapons, put herself in danger and at risk by running away as far as she did. And you think she thought that was she was doing was okay?"
"Dean," Sam huffed.
"No, Sam, tell me," I replied. "You remember Dad when you were eighteen. I mean before you left for school. Hell, I remember one hunt where you did like two things in the list that Hails has managed to wrack up. What did Dad do?"
I saw Sam squirm in the passenger seat as he flushed suddenly not having anything to say.
"Yeah, you got your ass beat," I responded ruthlessly, "And you're telling me that I shouldn't be angry at Hailey? That I should just cut her some slack? For what so that she could do this again?"
"Okay," Sam sighed. "I get it, okay?"
I nodded tightly noticing the sign for Ipswich, Massachusetts. We would be at Reid's house in five minutes top. But, Sam had one point, I shouldn't just be ready to fly off the hinges. It wouldn't help Hailey or me and I honestly wanted to know what she was thinking and she wouldn't tell me anything if I just barged in and started yelling at her. That was one thing Dad never understood. Someone could yell in Hailey's face for hours and she wouldn't give a shit. She might punch anyone who would be stupid enough to try but it wouldn't have any effect. Sometimes just explaining something was enough to get Hailey to follow.
I drove the impala through the Garwin's gated driveway and parked next to a dark blue motorcycle. My eyes narrowed as I walked past it, already knowing that it was how Hailey had gotten here. The thing that bothered me about motorcycles was how dangerous they could be on a drop of a dime. I didn't know why she didn't just steal a car, it wasn't like she didn't know how.
Sam opened the front door and led the way into the kitchen where a pizza box was waiting on the counter. I smiled and tapped Aiden on the shoulder who nodded in return. We were just standing around the pizza box when I heard the quiet tread of footsteps coming from the hallway. I turned and saw Hailey who looked really nervous. She seemed to be looking over both Sam and I for injuries of any kind, which led me to believe that Aiden had told her about the hold up in Indiana. I took the liberty in closing the distance between us when she was looking at Sam, clasping her shoulder tightly. She startled and looked up at me with big blue eyes before shooting glances for help.
"Hey, Sam, you wanna head out to that bar?" Aiden asked looking uncomfortable. "Reid will probably be there."
"That's a good idea," Sam said.
I rolled my eyes at their attempt to project that they had just come up with that plan. But it was probably better if they were out of the house for a while. It would give Hailey and I more than enough time to catch up.
"Take the car," I suggested tossing the impala's car keys to Aiden.
I saw Hailey's face fall before she schooled her features into a poker face. When the backdoor closed behind Aiden and Sam I began to walk to where the bedrooms were, dragging Hailey along side me. I pushed her into her bedroom before closing the door behind us. I looked her over making sure that there were no new bruises or anything wrong. When I deemed that she was in fact perfectly fine I calmed down slightly.
"Can you tell me what the hell you were thinking?" I growled.
Instead of looking like the picture of contrition, Hailey's nose flared as her eyes narrowed, "I didn't do anything wrong."
"Don't bet on that horse, Hailey Jade," I warned.
"I needed some time to think," Hailey sighed.
"So you vanish in the middle of the fucking night leaving no clue where you could possibly be?" I demanded. "You're telling me you went through all this trouble just so that you could fucking think? Completely disregarding everything I told you earlier that day?"
Hailey didn't have a response to that instead she crossed her arms and glared sullenly at the floor. Like the floor was to blame for the sudden surge of bad decisions she had made.
"What part of laying low is a good idea right now didn't you get?" I reprimanded sharply. "If I tell you something it's for a good reason and as it turns out someone has it out for you and Sammy."
"It's not our fault we're psychic!" Hailey hissed.
"You're right it's not," I agreed, "but apparently it's enough to have hunters gunning straight for you. What if Gordon had come here instead of Indiana?"
"Why would that have mattered, Dean?" Hailey demanded. "I have all the same training you have."
"That matters because if one hunter thinks its fine and dandy to hunt you than there are others, Hailey! You've seen the way Gordon hunts he doesn't play fair." I snapped. "You really want a pack of hunters trying to kill you? You'd never be able to get out of that by yourself."
"I'm not some defenseless girl!" Hailey grumbled.
"Yeah, Hailey, I taught you nearly every move you know," I frowned. "And despite the fact that maybe you could defend yourself, you forgot a promise you made to me a few months ago."
"Dean…" Hailey whispered. "…I."
"You honestly want to try to explain your actions?" I asked sharply. "Because I'm pretty sure I understand everything. You managed to both ignore a direct order to lay low as well as break every rule dad or I have ever set for you. "
Hailey frowned her eyebrows knitting together as she shot me a miserable look. Then her gaze dropped as she flushed at the reprimand. I sighed to myself wishing more than anything that dad was here and he would be the one to take care of this. But, even when we were kids Hailey had been my responsibility and I was going to show her that things hadn't changed one bit.
"I only wanted time to think," Hailey muttered.
"Don't worry, Hailey, everything going to become crystal clear in a few minutes," I responded, rolling up the sleeves of my flannel shirt.
Hailey began to fidget her fingers twisting at the bottom of her shirt as she bit her bottom lip. The kid knew she messed up and I knew that the she also had a lot on her plate at the moment but this wasn't something I was going to do again. She couldn't just run off whenever she damn well felt like it. Hailey became more nervous as I unbuckled my belt, pulling it free from my jeans as I folded it in half.
"Dean, please," Hailey pleaded.
"Come on, Hails," I sighed. "This is happening. Come over here."
Hailey sniffled once her big blue eyes welling with tears, as she took on small step forward. I sat down purposefully at the edge of the bed, I put my belt next to me and she eyed it nervously as she crept forward, moving slowly to my side. Her nervousness was understandable she had never been belted before, had never done anything bad enough to warrant it but I knew without a doubt that dad would've done the same thing.
"Drop 'em," I ordered.
She followed the order unzipping her jeans and pushing them down her legs. I grabbed her and helped her over my lap. I didn't give her any time to get use to the position, starting in with two sharp blows. She gasped at them but quickly fell silent as I heated up her behind with long, slow smacks. It didn't take long for Hailey to start squirming and I picked up the pace now favoring frequency over force. The change was immediate as Hailey let out a low whimper as her legs began to kick at the growing sting. Just when I thought I was getting through to her she bucked up once trying to loosen my hold around her waist.
"Am I going to have to do this again?" I demanded, raising my voice to be heard over her cries, "I need to be able to trust you, Hailey Jade and I can't if you break your promises."
"I'm sorry!" Hailey sobbed.
"Are you?" I growled. "Why did you do this?"
"How would you feel?" Hailey demanded.
I paused, stilling my movements looking at the back of her head in surprise, "Excuse me?"
"Do you have any idea how much it hurts to hear that Dad said you might have to kill me?" Hailey bawled. "It's not my fault I'm a freak. Hell, I know you think I'm a freak to just by the looks you give me! I'm no better than the things we hunt."
"That is not true," I contradicted. I started back up again as I continued to speak, "And I'm not going to have to kill you because you're not evil. There is nothing wrong with you!"
"Yeah, then why the hell are people hunting Sam and I, Dean?" Hailey retorted.
"No one is going to hurt you, not when I'm around," I replied easily.
Hailey huffed once as I continued with the heavy-handed blows. Sometimes I switched up favoring either frequency or force. Sometimes both which made her howl. Eventually her hands moved back to cover herself from the fiery onslaught and I pinned her hands to the small of her back. She growled kicking harder as I shifted trapping her legs between my own. Being completely trapped did nothing to calm Hailey's sudden surge of anger; instead she burst into loud, angry tears as she buried her face into the covers of the bed.
"Why is this happening, Hailey?" I demanded a few minutes later when her squirming became more frequent and her breathing took on a note of distress.
"I ran away and broke my promise," Hailey moaned, "please, Dean, stop."
"We're almost done," I soothed.
Instead of being soothed by my words her sobbing kicked up a notch as I shifted reaching for the belt. Hailey began to plead and cry, as much as it hurt to hear my sister crying I knew that once everything was through she would think back to this the next time she even thought about running away.
"Dean!" Hailey cried her voice a mixture of whining and pleading as she gasped for breath, tears rolling down her face. "Deeeeeean."
"I'm not going anywhere and neither are you," I said firmly, as I picked up the belt and smacked it down sharply on the crease near the bottom of Hailey's butt. She arched up letting loose a wet holler as the belt met her skin again. And then the sounds were limited to the whoosh and thud of the belt and Hailey's loud, sobbing protests.
The spanking stopped a few minutes later as I tossed my belt across the room. Hailey was lying limp, her face buried in the duvet cover; her shoulders shaking as she sobbed
Hailey's Point of View
I had always thought that Dean spanking with just his hand was painful. At least that was until the belt landed. And there was nowhere for the belt to land but on just spanked skin. If I thought I was sobbing before, I was nearly hysterical by the time he stopped. The tears were one continuous stream as my shoulders shook with body wrenching sobs. I felt Dean pull up my panties and I hissed as it renewed the smoldering volcano of agony.
Dean's hand was on my back rubbing soothing circles as he began to hum under his breath. The deep rumbling ghosted over me instantly making me calm and I felt safe. Sure, the spanking hurt but I felt so guilty. Of how my actions had effected Aiden and Dean. I had broken my promise, lied to my cousin, and broke the cell phone rule. I felt horrible and I knew I wouldn't be sitting comfortably for the next couple days at least. The worst part was that I knew I deserved every last handprint and belt stripe that had turned my ass a whole new color.
Suddenly Dean was spinning me around lifting me into his strong arms as my head burrowed into his neck and my hand latched onto Dean's flannel shirt. It was an odd turns of events moments ago I didn't want Dean to touch me and now my hand had grabbed onto his flannel shirt in a death grip. I continued to cry into Dean's neck as he shushed me and then just started talking. The deep rumbling growl that had minutes ago lectured so harshly was now incredibly comforting as I melted into his solid frame.
"Shhh, Hails, its alright baby," Dean whispered. "You're all right. You're okay."
I shook my head and Dean clucked his tongue, "It will be okay, Hailey. We're going to kill that yellow-eyed son of a bitch and any hunter who is stupid enough to think that you're a monster. You know you can come to me for anything. If you talk I'm going to listen, baby. I didn't know my reaction was hurting your feelings this much."
I nodded and tears began to fall again as Dean rocked me back and forth. When the tears finally stopped falling I leaned away from Dean and he looked down at me.
"It's been a crappy day," Dean sighed. "Let's call it a night, huh?"
"Okay," I rasped, my voice nearly non-existent from crying. Dean got up and turned back the covers.
I climbed into the bed hissing as Dean placed the cover over my fried ass. Dean moved to leave the room when my hand grabbed his wrist.
"Stay?" I whispered.
Dean smiled softly and nodded. I felt the bed dip as Dean climbed into bed. I felt the solid weight of his arm as I finally fell into a decent sleep. If only it stayed that way.