Hey All. Welcome to my Supernatural Spanking Series, Life as a Winchester. Whilst some plot elements will be included this will not follow the supernatural plot. It is a spanking story and most if not all added chapters will include spanking. Chapters will be added as I write them. There are lots of changes I make with this story and lots of things I throw in for fun, but it is mainly a discipline fic.
Summary: A Supernatural spanking Fic. How John raises his kids with help from known characters. Severely AU not compliant with the Supernatural plots in anyway. Contains parental spanking.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the recognized characters within. I just play with them for my own amusement.
Warning: This story contains spanking and will not follow many important plot points. Things will vary vastly from the Supernatural story we all know and love.
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When Sam was just a year old Mary's past caught up with her, a vampire from a nest she and her parents has taken out finally hunted her down. John would have died, along with her sons if she'd been any slower. Naturally John had demanded an explanation, she told him about her past and how she was raised. She told him all about hunting and what was really out there. She hated that she couldn't have the fairy tale ending she wanted, but her kids came first. She could now appreciate why her parents were so insistent about her learning to hunt. After discussion with John, they decided to train Sammy and Dean up so that they could survive the world they lived in, once they were old enough. They also agreed she should go on hunts every now and then with some of her old contacts, just to keep up her skills. Dean and Sam were both to be kept in the dark about what was really out there, and they probably always would be until they were adults, but they would be able to defend themselves.
Three years and a couple months after Sammy was born, Mary had little Jennifer Mary Winchester. She was absolutely gorgeous, the biggest baby blue eyes that would either fade to green or brown. John wanted Mary's green and Mary wanted John's brown. Life worked well and John and Mary were closer than ever, John was even considering joining Mary on a hunt, though she insisted he wasn't ready.
Jenny was barely 2 months old when John's world imploded.
John was downstairs sleeping in front of the TV. Jenny was not a good sleeper and he needed to be rested for work in the morning. He'd forgotten how difficult newborns were, though he swore neither Dean or Sammy had been nearly this difficult. A scream of terror wrenched him immediately from sleep.
John ran up to Jenny's nursery, sure the scream had come from there. He was relieved to find nothing out of the ordinary and smiled down at his little girl, he must have been dreaming. She was awake and squirming about. John stroked a gentle hand along the side of her head and blinked in surprise as a drop of red landed on his hand. Another landed on the baby pink bed cot sheets and he looked up freezing in horror. "Mary! No!" He screamed. The ceiling burst into flames and John grabbed the now screaming Jenny.
John bumped into a sleepy Sammy and handed the tiny pink bundle to him. "Take your sister outside as fast as you can. Now! Sammy Now!" He barked.
Sammy nodded and hurried down the stairs with his little sister in his arms.
Dean stumbled out of his bedroom wandering what was going on.
"Dean, follow your brother outside get him and Jenny away from the house!" John barked.
Dean nodded and was awake and alert instantly. His father already drilled it into him that he had to protect Sammy and Jenny, just as Sammy had to protect Jenny. It was Winchester rule, you look out for one another and that was that.
Dean chased down the stairs hurrying after his little brother who was carrying his baby sister. He got to the door at the same time as them and wanted to pull Jenny from his brother's arms and run, but Sammy had a death grip on her. "Come on Sammy, let's hustle," he urged, hoping his brother would speed up.
With his kids safely out the way John turned to go back into the nursery and try and get Mary. She was out of reach though and he couldn't help her. With regret John knew he had to get to his kids, he couldn't leave them orphans. He sprinted down the stairs and out of the house. He saw his kids weren't nearly far enough away and ran by scooping up Sammy and Jenny together and grabbing Dean's hand. "Keep hold of your sister Sammy," he ordered.
Now he didn't have to match his pace with his three-year-old brother carrying their two-month-old sister Dean was able to move much faster.
The four remaining Winchester's managed to get out of range of the small explosion that happened in the house. The neighbors called emergency services and John sat on the hood of the impala hugging Jenny to his chest, Sammy on one side and Dean on the other.
John knew it was some evil SOB that had gotten his wife and he knew what he was going to do. He was going to hunt the fucker down, he needed to get in contact with some of Mary's old contacts and get the kids somewhere safe, at least until he knew the complete lay of the land. He needed to learn how to hunt these evil motherfuckers. He knew a little, but not enough. He was lucky in that his Marine Corps training would pay off here in that he was already fit as could be; a body of pure muscle.
John stayed with his neighbors, the Marks, while the investigations went on. He was able to track down a psychic by the name of Missouri and she helped him get into contact with Bobby Singer.
The house was severely damaged by the fire but John's neighbors had it fixed up for him. As if he could still live there with memories of his wife all over the place. He moved them into a motel, set up a travel cot for Jenny and let the boys share a bed.
Bobby had agreed to at least meet him and hopefully he would train him up and and teach him all he needed to know about hunting. He was due to arrive at some point today and John hoped he passed muster with the older hunter.
The boys were watching some cartoon TV show, Jenny was sleeping in her cot and John was pacing up and down waiting for the elder hunter to arrive. John's head snapped to attention when he heard the sharp rap of knuckles on the door. He hurried to the door and unlocked it, but left the chain connected. "Who is it?" He asked gruffly.
"Freaking Santa Claus boy, now lemme in," the gruff voice of Bobby Singer responded.
John obliged and shut the door once more, unhooking the chain and letting the gruff older hunter in.
Bobby walked in and surveyed the room with a critical eye. "Salt lines look good. The baby needs to be back against a wall with no windows and as far from the door as you can get her. You weren't lying when you said you're fit. Alright boy, I'll take you and your kids in, train you up, make a hunter outta you," he decided.
John bristled a little at being called a boy, but he was a good few years younger than Bobby Singer so accepted it. "Dean as well," he insisted.
Bobby fixed the younger man with a look, measuring his commitment to the statement before looking at the seven year old boy weighing him up. He knew some families that hunted together and well the kids all needed to know how to protect themselves at least. He nodded, "alright, Dean as well then. What about Sammy and Jenny?" He queried.
"They'll do heavy PT, learn gun safety, how to shoot, and how to fight with knives, but they shouldn't know about anything unnatural yet. I want them to have a bit of a childhood first," John decided. "I'd rather Dean didn't either, but he's gunna need to look out for them so he needs to know."
Bobby nodded accepting John's ruling. "Sounds good to me John, we better hit the road if we're going to make mine before sunset."
John nodded. "Dean, Sammy, let's pack up and move out, we're going to stay with Mr. Singer here for a while," he announced gruffly.
Bobby looked down at the kids and gave a small smile. "Call me Uncle Bobby kids."
Sammy pouted. "I don't want to go with him. I want to go home," he whined, kicking his leg against the bed in a huff.
John had enough, Sammy had been complaining about going home since they moved into the motel. He'd explained over and over again that they wouldn't be going home; he'd even swatted the kid for it before Bobby arrived. "That is it Sammy," he growled low and dangerous. He strode over to the boys and picked Sammy up and carried him over to the bed, sitting down and upending his son over his lap.
"Uh Dad, he didn't…" Dean started. He'd been jumping up to defend his little brother for about a year now.
"Eyes on the TV Dean," John ordered.
"But," Dean tried.
John fixed his eldest with a glare. "The correct answer is yes Sir Dean-o." His voice was low and gravelly. It was the tone of voice that normally preceded getting a John Winchester What For.
Dean nodded sharply. "Yes Sir," he responded. He turned his head back to the TV and stared at it resolutely. Dean was starting to learn that sometimes the only way to deal with his father was in yes Sir's and no Sir's. It had been the case before his Mom had died but only when his Dad was really pissed off. Still Dad had saved them that night and Dean would be damned if he was going to risk upsetting his Dad even more.
With his eldest suitably dealt with John turned his attention to the squirming kid over his lap. He didn't intend this to be a full Winchester ass smack down, the kid was only three and missing home, but orders were orders and orders were going to be obeyed and his orders were to stop whining about going home. John briefly considered baring his youngest son's bottom but decided against it, this was just a more serious attention getter. He raised his arm and brought it down to deliver a sharp swat. He peppered the tiny bottom over his knee with a flurry of swats before picking up his son and crushing him to his chest letting him cry. John crooned soft nothings as he rocked Sammy. He continued rocking until Sammy's sobbing turned into sniffles and hiccups. He finally set Sammy on his feet and mussed his messy mop of blond hair. "Come on little man, let's get to packing. You as well Dean-o need all hands on deck for this one," he prompted gently.
The three Winchester boys packed up the motel in record time. Bobby was moderately impressed by John's packing skills, they'd have to be improved though, part of the job meant having to be able to pack up shit and get the hell outta dodge at a moment's notice.
The Winchesters piled into the impala, Sammy in the back with Jenny and Dean up front riding shotgun. John followed Bobby in his truck. For the most part John was able to keep up fine, Bobby drove like a grandma in John's opinion, but with a baby and two kids he needed to make more pit stops.
They got to Singer's Salvage yard just after sun down. John was a little stressed from having to break up two brotherly squabbles and the fact Jenny had spent a good hour crying for no apparent damn reason and was still crying. John pulled up, quickly got out of the car, and went around to open Jenny's car door. He reached in to get her out of the car seat and saw where her little babygrow was pinched in the clip. It took a second to notice it wasn't just the babygrow that had been pinched but her leg. "Shit," he cursed and quickly unclipped his daughter and scooped her out of the car seat bouncing her a little to try and sooth her. "Dean! Get your ass front and center!" he barked.
Why Jenny had been crying was painfully obvious now, whatever she'd started crying about John had no clue, probably just wanted a hug, which she got. Dean put her back in the car seat while John brought some snacks from the gas station and that's when Jenny showed off just how impressive her lungs really could be.
Dean hurried to his father slightly confused, he wasn't sure what he could have done.
John gave his eldest a blazing swat. "You clipped your sister's leg in that buckle. I've told you plenty of times to be careful. Unpack the impala then inside and give me twenty. Sammy, come on time to hit the rack," he ordered.
Bobby nodded at John. "Bring the kids in, I got three spare rooms so two of them are going to have to double up," he explained.
John shook his head. "They can all share, Dean knows to look out for his brother and sister." He also wanted them in one place so he could check on them when he woke from the nightmares he was sure to have.
Bobby nodded and led his trainee hunter into the largest of his spare rooms. "The boys will have to share a bed tonight, but I can move another single in tomorrow," he offered.
John nodded, "I'll talk to the boys tomorrow, they'll probably want separate rooms, but one of them will need to share with Jenny."
Bobby nodded and left John to put his kids to bed.
John tucked Sammy in and kissed his head.
"Can I have a story Daddy?" Sammy asked hopefully.
"Not tonight little man, go to sleep, Dean will be up soon," John explained softly.
Jenny had exhausted herself crying, but John hadn't been able to set up her travel cot yet, he wanted to put her down, but he had nowhere safe to do it.
"Let Jenny sleep with me Daddy, I'll keep her safe," Sammy promised softly.
John smiled, Sammy had napped with Jenny on occasion and he was always very careful. The protective gene seemed strong in all Winchester men. "Alright kiddo, look after your sister then ok?"
Sammy nodded.
John looked at Sam expectantly. "The answer is yes Sir kiddo," he whispered.
Sammy's mouth formed an 'o' shape and he blushed. "Yes Sir," he answered grinning.
John pressed a kiss to his forehead and lay Jenny down next to his three and a half year old. He watched as Sammy shuffled about so he was protecting Jenny as best he could and wasn't at risk of hurting her. "Atta boy Sammy," he praised proudly. John kissed his daughter's head and turned to leave the room; he crossed the room and switched out the light. "Night Sammy," he bid gently.
"G'night Daddy," Sammy murmured in response.
John pulled the door to, but left the hallway light on just how Sammy liked it and went down stairs just in time to watch Dean drop and do his pushups. All was well in the world of John Winchester. He had somewhere safe for his kids and he was going to learn how to kill the evil motherfucker that took Mary from him and his kids.
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So there you go, my changes to how the Supernatural story began. Let me know what you think please. Reviews motivate me to write more!