There was something oddly amusing about seeing her usually collected brother pissed off like a raging toddler. With the radio blasting away, all the teen could do is guess what creative threats Dean was screaming at her through the glass. Rose couldn't help but grin as the brunette pounded on the window, flipping him the bird once more as her other hand pointed to her ear in an "I can't hear you" gesture that only seemed to make him madder. It was only fair to further mock him by giving an over-the-top lip sync. "Iiiiiiiii'll beeeeeeee goooooooone, in a day or-"

She went to take a huge breath to recreate the long irritating E5 that she knew drove Dean nuts when a thundering holler caught her off guard.

"Rosemary Alison Winchester!" an all too familiar voice bellowed, the deep growl it carried cutting through the chaos and causing a shiver to go down her spine. Immediately she froze her gaze no longer on her brother but the very unhappy patriarch behind him. Her lips were pursed in a perfect "o" as she had been prepared to sing the "two" until the brunette was out of breath. Dean had also stopped banging on the door, almost giving himself whiplash as his head snapped to look over his shoulder. "You turn off that damn radio and get out of the car this instant!"

Now, Rosie was all too familiar with what came with the current expression on her dad's face. The way his hands were curled into white-knuckled fists and pressed into the sides of his thighs, the pulsing vein in his neck, his visage so red it also included his neck, and his eyebrow twitching ever so slightly as he tried to keep himself contained. She wasn't an idiot, she knew the second she left the safety of the car her ass would be grass.

Swallowing hard, the girl turned off the radio and slowly unlocked the car. If there was one thing she could at least be pleased with, Dean no longer looked ready to snap her neck. It seemed that he was more worried about catching the wrath of their father as well. "Sir, I can explain-"

"Did I fucking ask for an explanation from you, Dean?" John snapped, causing all kids including Sam who had just stepped out of the motel behind him to wince. "No? Great." He said this all without his gaze leaving his daughter who was desperately trying to find anything else to focus her attention on when she finally settled on studying her shoelaces. "Rosemary, I'm not repeating myself. If your ass isn't out here by the count of three..." He didn't need to finish the threat.

Even so, Rose was still hesitant. She knew this was it and that she had finally pushed her dad to the breaking point, but she hoped there was still some way to salvage it. "Dad it's not my fault Dean-"

"One."

Anyone who thought that counting could never be piss your pants terrifying had obviously never seen a horror movie or they had super chill parents. The way that the number sliced through the air always made her skin crawl. This sensation also came with annoyance as all Winchester children despised being counted at with a burning passion. "No! This is stupid don't fucking count at me!"

John Winchester raised an eyebrow at his recalcitrant child. It was obvious he had let her attitude go unchecked for way too long but better late than never. It was almost incredulous how effortlessly and without a second thought she disregarded his demands, but he maintained his stern composure. "Two." He paused when she still made no move to get out of the vehicle, his face shifting to an even deeper red. "Don't make me come get you, young lady. We both know it won't end well."

Her mind was spinning a million miles an hour, her vision blurring a bit. To be fair it had been five years since the last time she had been punished by her father and now it was as if she was having déjà vu. In fact, memories of her 9-year-old self being in a very similar situation flooded her mind. Brown locks in pigtails as she sat in the driver's seat, her hands glued to her rump as she begged and pleaded for her disobedience to be forgiven and forgotten. Now that she thought about it, they had this exact conversation multiple times before with less colorful language on her end.

But even after 14 years, she still didn't know that fighting against the inevitable never worked well for her.

"Dad," she started to whine, her amber eyes wide as she tried her best puppy dog look. It probably wasn't nearly as effective as when she was seven or eight, but she could hope she still got it. "Please I'm sor-"

"Three."

Before she could comprehend the word that had left his mouth, she found the car door being swung open and herself being wrenched out of the car by her arm. It always amazed her just how fast he could move when necessary but such awe quickly wore off as a solid swat landed on her rear. "OW! Dad, Jesus Christ let go that fucking hurt!"

"Eyes on me," he growled, his stern voice snapping her out of it and making her cheeks turn a deep pink. He didn't have to say it twice as she quickly looked into his eyes despite how much it made her squirm. "I've tried to be patient with you. I've given warning after warning. Just behave yourself, be pleasant, don't be a damn brat. So many chances but no, you just couldn't help yourself, huh?" Rose opened her mouth to answer but after a second closed it once she realized no response in the world would save her now. She decided to simply hang her head in defeat, her face hot with shame and regret.

If he was honest with himself, John was at a loss for how to handle this situation. He could feel his boys' gaze on him, their faces as white as a ghost as their every instinct told them to protect their baby sister. But there was a time and place for that, and this was not one of them. "Eyes up, Rosemary Alison don't make me say it again."

The decision only got harder as she adjusted her gaze back onto him and he was forced to look at the tears brimming her amber eyes. Despite his anger at her days of nonstop brattery and overall horrible disposition that had climaxed in outright disobedience, he was well aware of how small she was in his grasp. Her forearm while toned easily fit in his palm like a thin tree branch. Combine that with her trembling bottom lip, he was faced with the youth of his youngest. She was still a child, his precious little fawn that had too much sass for her own good.

But he knew that a Winchester was always true to their word.

"What did I tell you this morning when you woke up?" he asked, his voice still stern but considerably less agitated. "Before I even left to get snacks for the road what did I say?"

Rose gnawed on her bottom lip to keep it still, struggling to maintain eye contact with John. Something about the way his dark hazel eyes burned into her and his grizzled face was riddled with disappointment made her insides churn. Her dad being angry was something she had seen multiple times when it came to hunts, he had a lot of fury towards monsters. But disappointment was something that hit her in the gut with the force of a semi. She swallowed hard as she blinked back tears, trying to remember his exact words. "Y-you said if there was... if there was any more bickering you..."

Now that it was coming back, she couldn't bring herself to finish the statement. "Oh please Daddy I didn't mean anything by it, Dean was just ordering me around and stuff and I wanted to get back at him." Maybe pulling the "daddy" card was a bit cruel, but she was desperate to avoid what she knew was on the menu for her little car tantrum.

John was tired, that much was evident by the shadows that clung underneath his eyes. He'd rather be anyone else at that moment, that was for sure. He wanted to scoop her up into his arms and reassure her everything would be just fine, spoil her for the rest of the day. But if he ever wanted her to start respecting authority again so she'd stay alive, then so be it. "What did I say would happen, Rosemary?" he simply asked, ignoring her pleads for now. When she shook her head, choking back a sob, he grabbed her chin with his other hand and gently but firmly forced her to look him right in the eye. "What did I say?"

The brunette's small frame trembled, tears swelling and threatening to slip down her cheeks. "You said… you said I'd get a whupping."

John nodded, very much aware of how uncomfortable his sons were now. "Dean, Sam, I want you to check us out. Rose and I are gonna have a 'talk' before we hit the road."

Both knew exactly how much "talking" would be taking place and Dean was tempted to step in, take the blame. After all, he was being a bit of a jerk to his little sister. But deep down he knew there was no stopping this, it is what was needed to be done. Sam on the other hand was not ready to go down without a fight. "Dad come on, we're all tired can't we just-"

"Samuel." It was a signature low growl that made them wince, but if one was paying close enough attention they could hear the plea behind it. He didn't want to punish two insubordinate kids. Not today.

Thankfully that and one brisk head shake from the oldest was enough to keep Sam from continuing. He wasn't happy about it, but he gave Rosemary one last empathetic glance before following Dean to the manager's office.

Now alone, John led the girl back inside. Oh, it was still stuffy and miserable in there but he wasn't cruel enough to spank her in the middle of a motel parking lot. With much disgust, he closed the door behind them.

Rose was still trembling a bit, her lip wobbling horribly and her fingers constantly fiddling. Five whole years she had gone without the threat of going over her father's knee. And now that she was faced with such an outcome, she was absolutely mortified. He couldn't blame her, it was well known that John Winchester spankings were nothing short of a trip through hell. If she was lucky maybe he'd keep it short and sweet over the seat of her pants but even then it would still hurt something fierce. That was burned quite clearly in her memory and needed no reminders.

Yet here she was, standing in front of him with the unspoken order to bend over his knee.

John studied her face, his lips pursed in a thin line as he took in her pitiful expression. "You know," he spoke, his sudden choice to speak startling her a bit. "I really hoped I'd never have to do this again. When I saw you with the boys, now closer to a woman than a little girl, I prayed that I'd never have to punish you again." He paused, offering a weak chuckle. "Foolish, huh?"

"Daddy," she whimpered, her hands now inching closer and closer to her rear as if unconsciously ready to protect it, "I'm sorry, I'll be good the entire trip. I won't argue once on the hunt."

"Oh, you sure won't be because you're not hunting with us." He continued before she had a second to protest, holding up a hand to cut her off. "Don't. I can't have you running around chasing demons when I can't trust you to obey a simple order. This isn't a game, Rosemary. You of all people should know that every time you look in the mirror. You almost died because you couldn't listen! Do you really think that won't be the case if I let this continue?" He took a deep shaky breath to calm himself, not wanting to shout at her or let her see the tears in the corners of his eyes. "You… I just got you back. If keeping you alive means turning you over my lap for the rest of your life then goddammit I'll do it."

Every word hit the teen like a brick, making it harder and harder to breathe. In the middle of his lecture, she found herself crying like a baby, her gaze on the ground as she sobbed. Even when a sharp "eyes up" made her look up at him, she could barely see his face through them. She was thankful when she felt his rough calloused hands cup her face with a tenderness most thought would be impossible based on the man's tough exterior. His thumb gently caressed her cheek for a moment before moving to wipe her tears away. "Come on, let's get this over with. It's hot as balls in here."

And it's about to get a lot hotter for one of us, she couldn't help but think as she was led over his lap. Feeling his muscular thighs beneath her flooded her mind with memories, so much so she didn't fight all too much as he maneuvered her around until her butt was perfectly positioned on his left leg. This left her face close to the floor, her arms propped on the ground to keep her head from knocking against the carpet. It was almost too surreal for her to grasp. She was still trying to comprehend her situation as his arm wrapped around her waist, tucking her close against his midsection. In fact, even when his hand rose high into the air she was still lost in thought.

The resounding smack to the center of her jean-clad bottom on the other hand however was enough to snap her out of her daze.

Rosemary let out a small gasp, her whole body tensing instinctively as the pain flared out across her buttocks. Even though her shorts were on and it was only his hand, the slap had left her rear stinging something fierce. And this was just the beginning as John immediately followed this up with a quick searing round of swats on her backside. There was no true pattern or warning to follow, just pure white pain as he made quick work of covering her entire posterior in heavy-handed swats that left her shrieking and squirming. She could never play the stoic facade when she was over a lap like Dean, try as she might the first few swats always left her squeaking and flailing around like a fish out of water.

It was as if her father's hand was a paddle all on its own, relentlessly coming down over and over on her vulnerable seat. Each swat cracked loudly through the small room, the only sound besides her whimpers of pain. No spot on her rear was left untouched, from the crest of her butt to the tops of her thighs a fire was set ablaze. They had to be about a few dozen swats in before she began begging.

"Dad- aow! Dad please it huuuuuuurts!" Her voice was thick with tears, her throat coated with mucus as she began to cry.

SMACK! "Really," John said dryly, "I had no idea that would happen. My apologies." Tipping her forward, he made sure to pay more attention to the tender spot between her buttocks and thighs. If it was any indication by the howls she let out, the result was successful.

Rose coughed and sputtered as her arms trembled underneath her weight. Her butt felt like it was burning up and her anxiety only mounted as he reached underneath her to unbutton her shorts. "Dad no!" She squirmed desperately to keep him from making any headway, frantic to keep her butt covered and maintain some small amount of dignity. "I'm not 7 you can't do this!"

John meanwhile was less than impressed by her squirming fit and tucked her kicking legs underneath his right thigh. "Well, you could've fooled me with the way you've been acting this past week." Now was the time to get serious, his gaze hardening as he pulled her shorts down to her knees. Even with her panties still on, he could see the uniform deep pink his daughter's bottom and upper thighs were morphing into. Not pausing to even reconsider, he promptly yanked her penguin print underwear down to meet her shorts.

This was met with much displeasure.

Despite it being hot, Rosemary's bare flesh dimpled with goosebumps as soon as it was uncovered. Getting a sound spanking from her father over her pants was one thing, but a bare-ass Winchester whupping was a whole new world of pain. Her right hand shot back to protect her rear, clutching the aching flesh that radiated heat. "Daddy please no!" she begged, her tone changing from indignant to desperate. "M'sorry!"

Oh if he was a green parent, John would've collapsed at how pitiful she sounded, her salmon pink bare ass trembling over his lap as she tried to not burst into sobs. But he had plenty of years of experience spanking his disobedient children under his belt which made him practically immune to the last second pleading.

Hardening his heart to her protests, he shifted her around so her bottom was as high as it could go and her sitspots were perfectly accessible. It was as he did this that he noticed something peeking out from under the bed. The older man frowned and bent over to pick it up, finding a sandal now in his hand. Not just any sandal, but one of Rosemary's. Apparently, someone had done a very poor job of packing all of their things during their tantrum.

How convenient.

John took her hand, giving it a sharp smack before pinning it to the small of her back. "You know better than to cover during a spanking," he scolded sternly, tapping the sole of the sandal against her pink cheeks, "You were going to just get 14 but let's round it up to an even 20, shall we?"

Rosemary let out a small yelp as he hit her hand, flexing her fingers in his grasp to try to get the sting out. In fact, she was so focused on her hand that she almost missed the tapping on her butt. Craning her neck to see what was going on, her eyes widened at the sight of the sandal. "Where the hell did you get that?!"

"Someone left it under the bed," he replied dryly, his stern gaze making her cheeks flush further, "Might as well put it to good use, hmm?" Before she could argue with him, he slapped the sole against her right cheek and mirrored the action on the left. "Count."

First, she heard the sound of rubber connecting with bare flesh echo throughout the motel room like a gunshot. And then came the pain. A few mere minutes ago she had been begging for her father to stop the assault on her rear with his hand, but now as sharp burning pain blossomed in her right buttock she was ready to plead for him to return to his previous methods. She barely had time to register just how much pain the sandal inflicted when the second swat landed on the left.

Rose arched her back, gasping as she dug her nails into the carpet. Fresh tears pricked at her eyes, her rear which had once been stinging with irritation was now quickly becoming a blazing inferno. "1- Ooow! 2! Dad please 20 is excessive!" she begged, twisting and wiggling her hips as she tried to dodge incoming swats. Those two strikes had brought her to tears, how could she take 18 more?!

Considering her pleas, John shifted his gaze from the two red ovals he had just made with the sandal to his daughter's upper body. The trembling of her shoulders and the crack in her voice told him she was close to crying. But as she kicked and squirmed over his knee, he knew they weren't quite at the level of repentance he needed. Not yet had he heard a genuine apology from her that told him she was truly learning her lesson. It was time to bring out the lecture.

"I want you to listen to me and listen close," he started, his grip on her hand and hip tightening. "I understand it's a hard change, going from being on your own to suddenly having to follow others' rules again. You were forced to be an adult and now that you're back to a kid you're overwhelmed and confused. And before you even start," he quickly added, sensing a smartass comment, "While 14 is considered a teenager you're still a damn child no matter what you might think. For fuck's sake Rose you can't even DRIVE legally! You've been a teen for 2 years. 2. Your brain isn't even fully developed and it won't be for another 10 years at the minimum! Hell, your brothers are in their 20's and they still can't keep their sorry asses out of trouble."

The man took a deep breath, setting the sandal aside in favor of rubbing Rose's sore cheeks in reassurance. "What I'm trying to say is, you don't have to be the adult anymore. I know I haven't been there for you these past few years but that changes now. I'm your father and you're my daughter and I love you just as much as Sam and Dean despite what you might think. And one of the parts of being a parent is disciplining your children so they can grow up to live a long and healthy life. I absolutely hate punishing you three, but I will not apologize for doing so. You're too precious to me, Rosebud."

Every word hit the trembling brunette like a knife, piercing through her tough exterior and striking somewhere deep in her soul. Her bottom lip wobbling, she thought over her behavior since reuniting with her dad. "...I was so angry," she finally choked out, her voice cracking once more, "I was happy to see you again but I was just so bitter and upset over the past I couldn't even show it. I just kept pushing and pushing and now I'm here and you're mad at me and I messed up and hurt Dean when I could've just talked to you-"

"Hey slow down," John chided softly, carefully helping her up off his lap so he could wrap his arms around her in a tight hug, "You're going to get yourself worked up over nothing." He stroked her hair a little, rocking her back and forth as she buried her face into his chest.

It took a minute, but she caught her breath and her shaking had subsided. "Feeling better?" A small nod. "Good. Now, first things first I'm not mad at you. I never was and I never will be angry at my children for being human. Was I disappointed in your behavior? Yes. But I will never be disappointed in you, understood?"

Hearing him say that let a whole weight off of her mind, her body relaxing in his hold. Of course she never said it outright, but she often worried if maybe the reasoning for her father giving her up so easily at the hospital was he was disappointed in her. She had spent many nights lying wide awake in her bed, her brain running through all of the things she could've done differently, and if they would've changed the outcome of things. Maybe if she had been just a little bit stronger the ghost never would've hurt her. Then they never would've been at the hospital and her grandparents wouldn't have found her location.

"If I had been stronger," she choked out, tears slipping down her cheeks, "If... I had just been a little better than you never would've given me away. We'd still be a family."

Jesus Christ. John Winchester now felt like a certified grade-A asshole, a squid of guilt swimming laps in his stomach. Never did it once cross his mind that his daughter would blame herself for what happened. He had been too busy beating himself up for not protecting her as he had promised so many times. It was his job as her father to keep her safe and the second he faltered he turned and ran. "I was selfish, baby girl," he replied softly, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb as he caressed her cheek, "Seeing you hurt like that... I thought you were dead. I know you kids don't even consider it, but I get scared too. And never was I more terrified than finding you on the ground bleeding out. I failed, Rosemary. I did so much to keep you all safe but I still failed. So I..." He swallowed hard, his own emotions turbulent in his chest to the point of bursting. "When your grandparents demanded custody, I caved. I thought it was the best way to protect you and I want you to know I regretted it every day since. Leaving you was the worst mistake I've ever made and trust me when I say I make lots."

That got the two of them to chuckle a little, alleviating the heaviness of the conversation. "...Why did it take us a whole week to talk about this?" Rose asked, resting her head under his chest as she sighed.

"This might come as a surprise to you, but us Winchesters suck at communication." He smiled at her laugh, glad to see some glow back in her cheeks. But that only reminded him of the other set that still needed tending to. He forced his face to become stern once more. "Rose, all of this could've been avoided if you had just talked to me. You know that, right? I wouldn't have been upset with you over your feelings. You have every right to be hurt and confused. But acting out and making life hell for those around you is never an option. Am I clear?"

The small teen squirmed on his knee a bit, trying her best to maintain eye contact even though it was practically torture at this point. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry I've been such a bitch."

"Hey," he scolded lightly, smacking her thigh, "You have not been a bitch. Maybe a naughty little brat in desperate need of a red ass, but not a bitch."

The swat was closer to a lovetap than a proper smack but given how sore her rear and thighs already were it stung plenty. The brunette squeaked, almost jumping off of his lap if it wasn't for his firm hold on her. "Ow... sorry." She paused, twiddling her thumbs as she tried to sort her thoughts together. "Do... do we have to finish the s- punishment?"

"Is the sky blue?" John deadpanned, raising an eyebrow, "Now don't give me that look, I think we've established that you're more than deserving of a sound spanking." He put extra emphasis on the word which made Rosemary squirm in place and avert her eyes. It might be considered cruel, but a little embarrassment went a long way when it came to raising his children. If they stayed out of trouble, they wouldn't have to hear the dreaded s word. "Be thankful I'm not using my belt with all the crap you've pulled this past week."

Taking her chin back into his hand, he redirected her gaze back to him. "Why are you getting spanked, Rosemary?"

Now there was a question that any child who had parents who believed in corporal punishment dreaded. It didn't matter how many times she had been asked throughout the years, she still grimaced and groaned every single time. "Dad," she whined, her amber eyes begging him to give her mercy.

"Don't you 'dad' me." He kept his grip tight as she tried to look away, his free hand tapping her thigh warningly. "I asked you a question, I expect an answer, Rosemary Alison. Why are you getting spanked?"

She gnawed on her bottom lip as it quivered between her teeth. Dammit, this was the third time her middle name had come out today and it still made her shudder. "I... I was rude-" she began but a single twitch of her father's eyebrow made her stop and swallow hard. "Sorry... I deserve a s-spanking because I was rude to Dean." God, she swore sometimes that this was worse than the actual whupping. "And I hit him with the car door, and didn't get out of the car when you told me to." Another pause as she furrowed her brows in thought. "...and I didn't obey when you told me to behave while you were gone. Instead of coming to you and explaining how I felt I took it out on Sam and Dean... I was a brat and I'm sorry."

John's heartstrings were pulled a bit as a single tear rolled down her cheek, he knew it took a lot of guts to admit to one's mistakes. A reassuring smile crossed his lips as he gently wiped her face with his thumb. "Very good, Rosie. I'm proud of you."

But now came the hard part. His expression grew stern once again as he took her hand. "Now, let's get this over with. We're behind schedule enough as it is and I'm sure you don't want some cleaning lady to barge in as we finish, right?" A vigorous shake of her head, her face showing just how mortified she was at the thought. "Good."

Rose didn't fight as he lead her over his lap, once again pinning her legs with one of his own as her hips were propped up on his left thigh. "Dad, I really am sorry."

"I know, Rosebud." He tapped her quivering cheeks with the sole of the sandal, his free hand grasping her hip tightly. "We're starting over at 1, count them nice and loud."

Before she could even protest starting over, five quick sharp swats landed on her right buttock. The pain in her bottom had subsided to a dull throb during their talk, but now the fiery inferno was ignited with a vengeance. "Ah! One two three four five! Dad please you're going too fast!"

"As I told you, we're already late to get on the road." With no hesitation, he landed another five quick smacks to the opposite cheek. Each time the sandal landed her bottom danced and shuddered from the impact, white ovals quickly refilling with red.

Her howls echoed throughout the small motel room as she dug her toes into the carpet. "Six seven e-eight nine t- OW! Teeeeen!" she cried out, a waterfall of tears freely streaming down her cheeks. "It huuuuurts!"

"I know baby, we're halfway there." John had to tighten his grip a bit to keep her from squirming right off of his lap and onto the floor, her hips twisting desperately in an attempt to avoid the onslaught. "Now get up on your toes for these last ten."

"I can't," she wailed, shifting her weight from foot to foot to alleviate the sting, "Please, daddy! I'll be good!"

Oh if her father had a nickel for every time he heard that during a spanking he'd have no need for counterfeit credit cards. With a small sigh, he wrapped his arm around her waist and lifted her hips so her feet dangled above the ground. Now he had perfect access to her sitspots and upper thighs. "Hold still, I'd hate to start over when we're almost done."

The last ten were absolutely excruciating, the sandal snapping down on the sensitive junction between her butt and thighs with pinpoint accuracy. By the time Rose managed to count to fifteen, she was limp in his hold and sobbing. Even her shorts had slid down her calves and onto the floor with all of her squirming around, her panties quickly following suit. Thankfully John wasn't cruel enough to ask her to repeat sixteen through twenty despite them being unintelligible through her wails.

As soon as the last stroke fell, he flung the shoe aside and began to rub small circles into the small of her back. "Shhh... it's all over. You did such a good job, Rosie." He couldn't help but smile softly as she stumbled to an upright position just so she could tumble into his arms, her face buried in her chest as she cried. "Everything's forgiven, baby, there's no need to fuss."

Poor Rose didn't care that she was bare from the waist down, all that consumed her mind was the burning pain in her crimson rear end. Heat radiated off of the tenderized flesh to the point that even the warm stuffy air in the motel room was soothing on her sore behind. If there was one thing she knew, it was that the next few hours in the car would be more than uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, daddy," she choked out through sniffles and hiccups. Again, it was barely understandable to the untrained ear but John was fluent in the language of a soundly spanked child. With a simple nod, he hugged her tight and gingerly rubbed her throbbing bottom.

"Shush darling, I said it's all forgiven. No need for more apologies." He glanced over at his watch and cursed under his breath. "As much as I would love to stay and cuddle with my favorite daughter, we have to hit the road. It's almost noon and if we want to make it to Gallup by nightfall then we have to leave now."

Even with all of her tears, she managed a soft chuckle. "I'm your only daughter, there's not much in the way of competition."

John smiled as well, helping her to her feet before picking her clothes up off the floor. "Here, let's get you back into these. I think you'll need them."

"Dad," she whined, tugging down the front of her shirt as her cheeks flushed, "I can put them on myself. I'm not five-"

He cut her off with a wave of his hand, pulling her closer with the other one. "Now I wouldn't be arguing with me, Rosemary. Not while your rear is redder than, well, a rose." The girl's face morphed into a deeper shade of pink as he held her underwear out. "Come on, step into them. You can use me as support."

It was embarrassing to say the least, but the throbbing in her bottom kept her from protesting further. The brunette was quickly redressed and despite her best efforts, her blushing upper thighs peeked out ever so slightly from underneath the bottom of her shorts. Well, at least she'd be in the car for the rest of the day.

John finished buttoning her jeans and stood, planting a kiss on her forehead. "There we are. Let's go find your brothers and reassure them I didn't murder you."

"Five bucks says they're right outside the door," she said dryly, a small smirk on her face. The patriarch snorted, ruffling her brown waves with a twinkle in his eye. Everything was going to be alright, even if there were a few bumps in the road they were still going to be a family. This was a new beginning for all of them, and both he and Rosemary were determined to not let it go to waste. After all...

"Alright, I'll take that bet. Five bucks says they're pacing around the impala."

After all, Winchesters were a different breed. They were made to thrive.

"You're on."

To Be Continued...