Hey All. Welcome to Chapter three of 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.
Chapter Summary: John returns to Bobby's after a successful hunt, only to hear about the trouble his boys got into. Unimpressed he comes down hard on them to reinforce the importance of following the chain of command. Contains 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. Don't like don't read.
Kids ages: Dean 9 (recently turned), Sammy 4 (nearly 5), Jenny 20 months.
A big thank you to Jules Ann my wonderful friend and American sister for all her help and support and Beta-ing help. I know I wouldn't have been able to do this without you and this fic wouldn't be what it is without you!
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John could almost physically feel the anxiety leaving his body as the miles between him and his kids slowly dwindled. He hated being physically separated from his kids, and though Dean was very responsible he wasn't comfortable leaving him to look after a twenty-month-old baby. If he didn't have Jenny, he probably would have already left Bobby's, but Jenny still needed an adult around. At the moment he was going to be staying with Bobby until Jenny turned two and then he'd see how he felt about leaving Dean to look after his siblings alone. He knew he couldn't stay with Bobby forever; the man was a well-respected hunter himself, not a glorified babysitter so eventually the man was going to be bored playing domestic or have to go out on a hunt himself. He had called his mentor from the motel and gave him his expected ETA so he would likely be up waiting for him as he usually was after a hunt. Bobby had sounded a little off on the phone and he didn't know the hunter well enough to identify why, he was slightly worried the man was ready to turf them out; that he'd decided he'd taught him well enough now and wanted his house back to himself.
Bobby was sat at his little kitchen table nursing a bottle of beer, the kids were all in bed and the boys had held no grudges over their spankings and had recovered just fine. Even that afternoon Dean had come down within the hour, Sammy following shortly after and neither had been sulky or resentful. Both had definitely sat tenderly for a couple days and Dean had been a little extra respectful, but it was nothing Bobby wasn't used to witnessing with John when he had to discipline the boys. He was still worried though, whilst he knew kids needed boundaries and when they pushed those boundaries, they needed consequences he wasn't sure if how John would feel about him enforcing those boundaries. He looked up hearing the familiar rumble of the impala crunching up the drive. He didn't bother getting up to meet the hunter, they already had an established routine for when he came home.
John parked up the impala and got out, stretching out his aching muscles as he let himself into Bobby's house, heading to the fridge to help himself to a beer. It was perhaps surprising how comfortable he was in the old scrappers house, but he couldn't deny he'd become close to the older hunter. "Everything okay? You sounded off on the phone," he asked as he took a seat opposite his friend.
Bobby took a long pull from his beer. "Sammy and Dean broke the gun safety rule a couple days ago," he stated, no sense beating around the bush.
John almost spat out the mouthful of beer. "They what?" He growled furious. He was half tempted to storm up the stairs and start smacking sense into Winchester butt. He looked at his mentor turned friend, "what happened?"
Bobby gave John all the details of the event, assuring the man his kids were all whole and lacking any bullet holes.
John was shocked at how close one of his sons came to ending up with a bullet hole. Bobby was right, it was sheer dumb luck that both were unharmed… well he hoped their butts weren't unharmed. He knew Bobby knew well how he dealt with his offspring and whilst he supposed he had never specifically told the man that if the need came up, he supported him doing so, he did trust him to look after them, so he hoped it was implied.
"I'm going to lay it out for you Johnny, I spanked them both, the fact no one was actually hurt was somewhat of a miracle. They had to know how serious this was. I love having these tykes around, but they have to know I'm a person of authority too and have to follow all the rules whether you are here or not. Dean had Sammy rather convinced that they wouldn't be in any trouble because you weren't here," Bobby explained.
John's face took on a darker expression. "Those kids are my world Bobby, the fact I'm happy to leave them with you is probably the highest praise I can give you. You were absolutely right they did need to know how serious this was, and I trust you showed them that in no uncertain terms. I'll make sure they know that they are to obey you just as they would me."
Bobby looked at John in surprise, he had not expected such things to come out of the man's mouth, but he still had more he needed to say. "As much as I appreciate the trust, you have to know it's not just me you need to impress the importance of following the chain of command with. I'm guessing you won't want to be here forever and there'll be others you want to leave the kids with, they are going to need to know that no matter who is left in charge they need to obey them and all your standing rules just like they were you."
John hated to admit it, but Bobby was right, this was a dangerous job and even when he stayed at his motel rooms, he would have guns and knives stashed everywhere. He pinched the bridge of his nose and rather wished for a finger of the whiskey he knew Bobby drank on occasion. "Can you take Jenny out somewhere tomorrow? I'm going to hammer in the chain of command with the boys and I don't want to distress her."
Bobby allowed himself a small smile and nodded, "sure, I gotta do a grocery run, down to the park to feed the ducks then grab the groceries, that give you enough time?"
John mentally went over what he wanted to do and nodded in agreement. "Sounds about right, you wouldn't be up for making chili for dinner tomorrow…" he paused and looked at the time, "or rather today?"
Bobby had to chuckle at that, "sure think Johnny, so long as you're good with doing dishes," he quipped.
John laughed, "deal." He finished off the beer and sighed, "I'm going to hit the rack, I'll try not to wake Jenny when I get the boys up. We'll run PT first, nothing like running a few miles first thing in the morning to knock off any attitude."
Bobby was not normally a morning person but having three kids under his roof meant getting up early. Dean was normally very responsible with his siblings but leaving the three of them unattended for hours each morning wasn't something Bobby was prepared to do. He finished off his own beer, "think I'm going to turn in too, first though anything you need me to patch up, or did you manage to avoid getting your ass kicked by a little girl this time?" He teased referring to the last hunt John had gone on when the ghost of a little girl had beat the crap out of him before he'd managed to put her down.
"Shut it old man," John groused. He stood and cracked his back, dropping his empty bottle in the trash. He headed up the stairs and gently opened Dean's bedroom door, pocking his head in. He couldn't help but smile seeing Dean asleep, he looked so innocent in his sleep, unburdened by the things he knew. John sometimes hated himself for stealing Dean's childhood the way he had, but he needed to know. He shook his head and carefully shut the door, knowing how much of a light sleeper his eldest was. He crossed the hall and pushed the cracked door open wide enough for him to look in. He shook his head amused seeing Sammy wrapped around Jenny. He walked into the room and gently picked up his sleeping daughter, making sure he didn't wake her as he transferred her to her own crib. He froze when she whined a little, but relaxed when she settled back down into a peaceful sleep. Hopefully this way when he woke Sammy up in the morning, he could avoid waking Jenny too.
Bobby followed the younger hunter upstairs watching discreetly as the man checked on his kids. If anyone ever needed proof that these kids were John Winchester's entire world one only needed to see him in unguarded moments like this. He left John checking on Jenny and Sammy and retired to his bedroom, finally allowing himself to feel the overwhelming relief he felt at the fact John hadn't tried to shoot him for disciplining his kids.
Satisfied his kids were fine and the last of the stress at being away from them finally gone John collapsed into his own bed barely taking the time to kick off his boots and shuck off his jeans. He was out for the count as soon as his head hit the pillow, the exhaustion he hadn't allowed himself to feel on the long drive back to Sioux Falls catching up with him.
Despite the fact John felt like he'd only closed his eyes ten minutes ago, he was still the first up. John dressed in his work out gear and picked up his belt before he headed downstairs to fix himself a mug of coffee so, he could face the morning he had, checking the time as he did. He felt a little better seeing that Jenny would probably be waking up in the next half an hour so he wouldn't be disturbing Bobby too early. It had taken him some time, but he'd gotten used to allowing the older hunter to help out with his kids as trying to handle all three of them when they'd all been missing Mary had been rough. Jenny just plain didn't understand what was going on, Sammy was just too young to understand what death was, and Dean was the only one who did understand. He had tried hard to juggle it all until he'd gotten so overwhelmed that he'd overreacted with Dean and yelled at him for nothing. Bobby had ordered him out for a run to cool off and had dealt with the kids himself, forcing John to get some sleep when he was done with his run. It had taken time, but eventually John had come to rely on Bobby to act as a second parent to his kids and it was a relief to be able to do so.
Shaking his head to focus back on the present John drained his mug of coffee, left his belt coiled up on the coffee table in the living room and headed back upstairs. He knocked firmly on Dean's door before opening it and stepping inside, making sure he looked stern and unhappy. He loathed the fact that his first interactions with his boys upon coming home was having to discipline them, but this was not something he could let slide. They needed to know he was extremely upset with them, so this never happened again.
Dean woke when someone knocked on his door, though he wasn't sure what had woken him. Uncle Bobby normally let him wake up when he naturally woke up as he was an early riser like his Dad. He rolled over to face the door and beamed seeing his Dad stood there, he scrambled out of bed and was halfway across the floor when he finally recognized the unhappy look on his father's face. Dean froze halfway to his Dad, "Uncle Bobby told you huh?" He half asked half stated.
John gave a curt nod, "your Uncle Bobby had quite a bit to tell me Dean."
Dean stood to attention ready to accept his father's dressing down, he knew when he broke the rules his Dad expected him to man up and take his licks. It was hard as his Dad could get pretty intimidating when he was upset with them, but over the past year and a half he'd learned how to be a good solider and accept responsibility for his wrong doings.
John was impressed with Dean's immediate acceptance of his wrong doings but knew that didn't necessarily mean Dean didn't have some smart assed comment to make. Sometimes John wondered if Dean just couldn't help it, not that it made it acceptable, but the kid was so full of piss and vinegar, even at nine, that he was already dreading when puberty would hit. He kept his face stern and stepped into Dean's personal space, forcing him to look up at him, "you should count yourself damn lucky that I have decided to let your Uncle Bobby's punishment for breaking the gun safety rules stand. If you ever break even one gun safety rule again, I will make sure you can't sit for a week is that understood?" He growled low and dangerous.
Dean would have loved to take a step back away from his Dad right then, get some personal space, but he knew well that was not acceptable. Instead, he swallowed nervously and gave a jerky nod, "y-yes Sir," he stammered a little. He blushed as he stammered, but he'd challenge anyone to speak calmly with a furious John Winchester stood inches from them.
John stepped back and paced to keep up the appearance of anger. All he really wanted to do was relax and spend some time cuddling with Sammy and Jenny, then maybe take Dean down to Bobby's little firing range. Dean considered himself too old to cuddle with his old man, but he was a dynamite shot and John could really heap on the praise. However, he knew enforcing the chain of command was vital, it could one day save their lives and with how they lived he couldn't have it any other way. "That however doesn't cover the fact you told your brother that because I wasn't there you wouldn't get in any trouble. It doesn't matter who I leave you with if you've been left with them, they are in charge and you are to follow my standing rules and their rules! Bobby has been kind enough to let us live in his house and you will treat him with the same respect you show me."
Dean very much wanted to duck his head, but he fixed his stare onto the door frame, so he continued to look ahead. "Yes Sir, sorry Sir," he answered. He knew when his Dad was this upset anything other than yes Sir, or no Sir was unacceptable and liable to be met with a swat, the occasional sorry Sir thrown in was okay though.
"This will be the first and last time I ever have to talk to you about following the chain of command son. When I am not around whoever has been left in charge you will treat just like me and if they say jump you jump and then ask how high! I don't care if they tell you to go run fifteen miles in the pouring rain with a full pack, you get on that full pack and you go run in that rain. Secondly you never ever encourage your brother or sister to break the rules, I don't like leaving you behind when I take on a hunt, I want to be able to bring you with me, but I can't if you aren't going to even follow my standing rules Dean Johnathon. You always obey my rules, whether I am here or not! I didn't think I'd ever need to impress upon you the importance of following my rules at all times. This is not a game Dean; you break my rules, and someone could get killed or seriously hurt! You are damn lucky that neither you nor your brother have a bullet hole in you!" John read his son the riot act harshly.
Dean felt tears well up in his eyes at his father's rollicking, he hated the extreme disappointment heavy in both his Dad's tone and words. It made him feel about two inches high and like he had failed his Dad, which he absolutely hated.
Knowing he'd gotten through to Dean, John stopped pacing. "Get dressed into your running gear and meet me outside. You're going to be running miles and doing PT for me then we're going to make sure this never happens again," he shook his head and left Dean's room.
Dean felt his shoulders slump and hated how much he'd let his Dad down. Scrubbing the back of his hand against his eyes and rubbing them hard to try and force away the tears, he shook his head and went to grab his sweats and took them to the bathroom. He would prove to his Dad he could follow orders and be a good example for his little brother and sister.
John pushed aside the guilt he felt at just how much weigh he forced his oldest child to carry. He knew he put too much on those little shoulders, but with what they did there really was no other choice. He walked into Sammy and Jenny's room and gently shook Sammy awake.
Sammy was slower to wake than his big brother, but the first thing he was aware of was the fact that Jenny wasn't in bed with him.
John noticed when Sammy realized he was alone in the bed, "shh, she's asleep in her crib," he reassured his son in a low tone. He was rather proud of the fact Sammy's first instinct was to protect his baby sister, he was definitely following in his brother's footsteps.
Sammy looked over to Jenny's crib and relaxed seeing her sleeping in there, he looked up at Daddy then and gave him a smile. "Daddy you're back!"
John arranged his face to look stern and unhappy, even though he badly wanted to give his younger son a big smile for how adorable he was. "Yes, I'm back, and I'm very unhappy with you young man, Uncle Bobby told me what you did," he told him in a low tone.
Sammy's face fell and he bit his bottom lip giving Daddy a sad look. "M'sorry Daddy… but, but Uncle Bobby already spanked me," he stated.
John nodded, "I know he did and I'm not going to punish you again for breaking the gun safety rules this time, but I know if I was here, you'd never have done it would you?"
Sammy shook his head rapidly, if Daddy had been here, he wouldn't have touched the gun even if Dean said it was fine.
"And that's why we need to talk Sammy, it doesn't matter if I'm here or not, you must obey the rules," John told him firmly. "Now you need to get up and get into your running clothes, you gotta do some PT for me then we're going to have a long talk about the importance of always following the rules no matter who is in charge." He held up a hand when Sammy opened his mouth, "no arguments Sammy, get dressed, meet me outside in ten minutes and try not to wake up Jenny." He left Sammy then and headed outside to wait for both his kids. He pet Abe fondly, "you want to run with us boy?" He asked. He definitely trusted the large rottweiler to protect his kids, and as Sammy couldn't run as much as Dean, he would let Abe run the additional laps with Dean. Though running probably wasn't accurate, it would be a steady jog pace rather than an actual run.
Dean was the first down dressed and ready to go he looked at his Dad confused at why he wasn't heading out.
"We're waiting on your brother," John explained, seeing the questioning look on Dean's face.
Dean's face fell at hearing Sammy had to join them, "Dad please it's…" he started only to trail off under the hard look he was getting.
John fixed his eldest a warning look, "yes it was your fault, but Samuel disobeyed just like you did so he has to face the consequences too."
Dean looked down at his shoes feeling miserable. He knew he should be the responsible one, it was his job to take care of Sammy and Jenny, but he'd convinced his little brother to break a big rule and now had to watch his brother face the consequences.
Sammy arrived down and looked up at his Daddy miserably.
"Let's go. Come on Abe," John summoned. He led down to one of the wood trails just outside of Singer's Auto Salvage yard. He knew Sammy could just about do three and a half miles so that was the trail he picked. He left their bottles of water on the grass before the trail head. "On my six Samuel, Dean you fall in behind," he ordered. He set a challenging pace for his youngest son; this was part of his punishment, so it wasn't supposed to be easy. The trail itself wasn't too tough, a good mostly flat trail, John had run it plenty as had his boys, Jenny was too young to run, but he and Dean had carried her round the trail, and she'd walked parts of it.
Sammy struggled a little to keep up, he didn't much like running, but he didn't have the breath to complain as hard as they were going.
Dean kept pace easily, they were going at an appropriate pace for his little brother, and he wasn't carrying any weight. Even though he was jogging he was keeping an eye on everything like his Dad had taught him, situational awareness was vitally important.
John finished the trail and came to a stop, "Dean you go twice more, I expect you to pick up the pace though. You got an hour and a half, if you're not done then you can double it, take Abe," he ordered. They'd been jogging for roughly an hour at Sammy's pace so he should be able to do the miles a good bit quicker, but he didn't want Dean burning himself out. He was pretty sure he'd be done with Sammy before Dean was done and he would be back in time to monitor his press ups and crunches.
Dean nodded, "yes Sir," he agreed, "come on Abe," he called. He took off back on the trail with Abe at his heels. He picked up the pace, knowing he could easily knock out seven miles in an hour and a half.
John gave Sammy a chance to catch his breath and drink down some water so watched Dean run off before turning back to his son, "right twenty press ups, get into position."
Sammy whined but dropped to the floor and got into press up position, he knew not to start until Daddy said so though.
John decided not to react to the whine, Sammy wasn't quite five yet so he could let a little fussing go. He corrected Sammy's position, "count 'em off Samuel."
Sammy was used to Daddy correcting his position, he was trying hard to perfect it and was getting better every time. When Daddy said to count them off, he did so, well used to the instruction.
John made Sammy repeat a couple of the sloppier press ups as this was not a normal PT session but a punishment, making him do closer to 30 all together before calling it done. He handed him his water bottle and let him drink some. "Now thirty crunches, and no fussing this time or I'll double it," he warned.
Sammy was panting as he finished his press ups, he drank down the water before getting into position for his crunches, he stopped himself from whining this time though. He worked through them having to repeat a couple as Daddy wasn't happy.
John again made Sammy repeat a couple of the crunches, he would have let them go if this was a regular PT session, but as it was punishment he was pushing for perfect. Finally, he was done, and John nodded, "let's get back to the house now," he stated. He handed Sammy the water bottle again so he could drink what he needed. He was certain Jenny would have woken by now and Bobby would have taken her out. He guided Sammy back and up to his bedroom, as expected Bobby and Jenny were gone. He did feel a pinch of anxiety not seeing his baby girl, but he trusted Bobby with her. "To your room Sammy," he directed. He walked into Bobby's kitchen and grabbed the spoon, this needed to be a tough lesson for Sammy, and he had to steel himself to do it.
Sammy went up to his bedroom and sat on his bed, he was worried that Daddy was going to spank him as he said they would have a talk after the PT, and he couldn't think of why else he would have been sent to his room.
With a heavy heart and hating himself more than a little for what he was about to do, John walked up to the room his two youngest shared. He didn't bother knocking and just walked into the room spoon in hand.
"No Daddy! Please!" Sammy begged seeing the spoon.
"Enough Samuel. It doesn't matter who is in charge you have to listen to them and obey the rules. Even if Dean is in charge, you obey the rules and you listen to him," John scolded sharply.
"I will Daddy I will!" Sammy promised his eyes big and wide and staring at the spoon.
John crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the bed. "You better or we'll be right back here. Now come here and take your sweats and underpants down," he ordered.
Sammy slid off the bed his hands plastered to his bottom as if to protect it. "Please Daddy, m'sorry," he tried.
"I said enough!" John barked.
Sammy jumped and almost flew the few steps to his Daddy's side and quickly pushed his sweatpants and underpants down.
John picked Sammy up under his arms and deposited him over his knee. He put one hand on his lower back to hold him in place, "it doesn't matter where I am or what's going on you will always follow the rules, if Uncle Bobby is in charge, Aunt Ellen and Uncle Bill, Pastor Jim, or Dean. You obey their rules, and you obey my rules," he lectured firmly. Immediately after he started bringing down his hand on the little bottom.
Sammy howled from the first swat, immediately squirming about over his Daddy's knee and kicking his legs wildly.
John landed a few harder pops to the backs of Sammy's thighs. "Settle down Samuel," he demanded.
Sammy calmed down a little but couldn't help kicking and squirming some and crying out at the swats.
John gave Sammy the shortest warm up hand spanking he'd ever given him before picking up the spoon. "We better not have this conversation again Samuel Francis Winchester," he warned. With that he brought the spoon down with a hard smack, and set about blistering the little bottom, sit spots, and tops of his thighs with the spoon.
Sammy kicked, struggled, and wailed through the swats, clutching fistfuls of his bed covers; only because he knew if he reached back Daddy would pin his hands and he hated that. Tears streamed down his face as his loud cries and promises to never ever do it again and always be good and just anything to get the spanking to stop turned into sobs that didn't allow for him to speak.
John gave Sammy the longest spanking he'd ever given him with the spoon, feeling like the worst excuse for a human being for causing his son to sob in pain, but he would rather this than have his son dead because he couldn't follow the chain of command, so he pressed on. Finally, he felt Sammy go limp over his lap and he finished up with ten good hard swats to the center of his cheeks before he put the spoon down, picked up his son, pulled up his underpants and crushed him to his chest.
Sammy gave a long-drawn-out wail at the last ten swats, but as soon as he was picked up, he latched onto his Daddy, trying to bury himself into his chest as he sobbed hard.
John held his little boy as close to him as he could without causing him physical discomfort and stood up, walking the room with him and cradling the back of his head much like he did Jenny when she was fussy.
Sammy just sobbed into his Daddy's neck as he was carried, when he could finally speak, he started apologizing over and over again.
"Sssh Sammy, shh, it's okay. Daddy's here, Daddy's got you, it's all over now, you're forgiven, it's forgotten. Daddy loves you so much baby boy," John crooned.
Sammy clutched at Daddy harder and allowed his cries to taper off until he was just sniffling and hiccupping and fighting to stay awake.
John could feel Sammy fighting sleep and started humming tunelessly under his breath, a couple extra hours sleep wouldn't do Sammy any harm. He felt his son becoming softer and heavier in his arms and felt it when his breathing shifted into the light baby snores of sleep. Carefully he lay his son back in his bed, laying him on his tummy and gently tucked him in. Bobby hadn't opened the curtains when he'd come to get Jenny so the room was still dark enough without the light on that Sammy could sleep. He rested a hand on Sammy's messy mop of hair briefly before he left the room, leaving the door open a crack just how Sammy liked it.
John headed back out to the edge of Bobby's property, catching Dean about to start his third lap of the trail. "Back to the house, look after Sammy Abe," he ordered the dog. If he hadn't known better, he would have sworn there was something supernatural about the dog as he seemed to understand everything, but he knew the dog was normal. He watched the rottweiler lope off back to the property and joined Dean, "on my six," he ordered. He pushed Dean hard for this final lap, setting a very punishing pace.
Dean fell into step behind his Dad and immediately had to up his pace. His first lap of the trail had been easy going at Sammy's pace, the second lap he'd pushed himself a bit, but he had nearly 15 minutes per mile and he could almost walk that, this lap he knew his Dad would make him work hard.
John was pleased with Dean putting in the effort he was and how he was able to remain right behind him, he was flagging by the end, which was expected, this was punishment. He led them out of the trail head and let Dean take five to drink some water before nodding at the floor. "Fifty, count 'em off," he barked.
Dean dropped down into press up position pausing briefly to make sure his Dad didn't feel the need to correct his position, he didn't so he started on his fifty.
"Nose to floor," John snapped.
Dean lowered himself down until the tip of his nose touched the floor and started counting from one. He was well used to this punishment now, so knew what was expected of him.
John was a lot harder on Dean than he was on Sammy, forcing him to repeat numerous press ups for the slightest fault.
Dean was definitely panting when he was finally able to count out fifty, rolling onto his back and sitting up to grab his water bottle. He took several big gulps before putting the lid back on and laying on his back with his knees raised. He knew crunches normally came next and was ready.
John had to fight a smile seeing Dean ready to do his crunches already, "seventy-five, make them good," he instructed.
Dean took in a deep breath and blew it out slowly before he started on his crunches. He made sure each one was tight and up to par and was able to avoid having to redo too many.
John knew he was being a hard bastard and definitely unfair to his son, expecting military precision from a nine-year-old was hugely out of order, but he didn't see another way. This training could very well one day save his son's life and he'd be damned if he was going to let him slack off because it was unfair.
Dean flopped down to the floor again once he'd finished his crunches, his stomach muscles protesting the abuse. He reached out and grabbed his water bottle finishing it off, glad the morning was cool and had kept the water cool.
John let Dean finish off his water and then tossed him his half full bottle, there was no denying he was an unfair bastard, but he wasn't about to let his kids become dehydrated. "Back to the house now Dean, let's hustle," he commanded.
"Yes Sir," Dean agreed. He took off to the house at a fast clip, he knew what was coming and was dreading it but knew he just had to be a man and take his licks.
John followed Dean into Bobby's house and halted him from going up stairs. "Your brother is sleeping upstairs, and Uncle Bobby has taken your sister out for the morning," he stated.
Dean sighed but nodded, looking around the room and wondering where his Dad was going to whoop him, the couch was possible, but Dad preferred a chair to have him properly jack-knifed over his knee. He shook his head to stop himself from mentally weighing up the likelihood of various places he could get whooped in. He caught sight of the belt then, coiled up like a snake on the coffee table and swallowed. He had known this was going to happen, but he still felt his butt clench as he stared at the hated length of leather.
John grabbed one of the straight-backed chairs set at the little table in the room, where Bobby would often set Dean and Sammy Latin translations, and moved it to an open area. He picked up the belt and sat himself down. "Come here and drop 'em Dean," he directed.
Dean sighed and walked over to his Dad, pushing his sweats down and with a deep breath pushed his boxers down to join them before throwing himself over his knee.
John adjusted Dean's position, so his butt was the highest point and used his free hand to pin Dean in place by holding it in the small of his back. "I believe we've covered well enough why you've earned this one Dean, but just so we're absolutely clear, I don't care who is left in charge, you follow my rules," he stated. With that he started to bring his hand down all over Dean's bottom, he used a good deal more force than he did on Sammy, but even so the results were very different.
Dean gritted his teeth and locked his limbs in place, he wanted to take this like a man, to prove to Dad he knew he deserved and had earned this. He knew eventually he'd be crying like a baby and practically dancing over his Dad's knee, but it didn't stop him from trying every time. He didn't feel too bad about his repeated failures, his Dad had a hard hand, and he would challenge anyone to take a John Winchester what for without crying.
This was far from John's first rodeo, so wasn't worried by Dean's attempt at stoic acceptance, he knew he would eventually get the sobbing repentance. He continued bringing his hand down on to the rapidly pinkening bare nates over his knee, noticing when Dean could no longer hold himself still and stay silent.
Dean could feel himself starting to twitch and kick under his Dad's heavy hand. He generally had no idea how his Dad's hand could be so gentle when correcting his hold on a gun, and yet as hard as steel when he was tanning his hide. He could feel the tears welling up and stinging his eyes.
John paused the spanking and took hold of his belt he doubled it over, so he had a good length to control in this position. "We won't be having this conversation again Dean," he declared. He then proceeded to make sure it didn't happen again, bringing the belt down over and over again.
Dean gave up any attempts to take it like a man and yowled at the belt, kicking his legs and squirming about. He grabbed hold of fistfuls of his Dad's sweats to prevent himself from reaching back, knowing how his Dad felt about reaching back during a spanking. He was soon sobbing and making mental promises to himself that he'd never forget the chain of command or break Dad's rules just because someone else was in charge.
John continued bringing down the belt down, over his son's bottom, each sob tore at his heart like a dagger, but he kept going. Relentlessly he brought the belt down, hammering his son's sit spots and the tops of his thighs, turning his whole target a deep burning red. Finally, he felt Dean give in and go limp over his knee and he brought home four more hard strokes, two to the center of his butt cheeks, one to his sit spots, and one to the tops of his thighs. He dropped the belt and rubbed Dean's back, letting him sob it out for a bit before reaching down and carefully pulling up his boxers.
Dean lay over his Dad's knee and just sobbed his heart out, it took him a moment to realize the spanking was over and he hissed as his boxers chafed against his well spanked behind. He started to try and stand up and get off his Dad's lap and felt his hands helping him, he offered no resistance as those same hands drew him into his father's warm chest. His own arms wrapped around his Dad's neck and held on for dear life as he was moved so he was straddling his Dad's legs, so his bottom wasn't resting on anything. He felt like a little kid even younger than Sammy but didn't care, all he wanted was to be held by his Dad and forgiven.
John crushed Dean to his chest, Dean was a little too big now for him to carry around, so he settled for pulling his son onto his lap and hugging him tightly. "Sssh, shh, it's okay Dean-o, it's over, you're forgiven, that's it there's no more," he crooned. He repeated soft nothings in Dean's ear as he held him tightly, rubbing his back and rocking a little. He was quite prepared to hold Dean as long as he allowed, his son was getting to the stage where he thought he was too old for lap sitting and cuddles, even after a spanking.
Dean was pretty sure this was the worst spanking he'd ever gotten to date and he never ever wanted to risk a repeat. His tears eventually trailed off to sniffles and hiccups and he pulled away from his Dad a little, not too embarrassed about having sobbed into him like a small child; when John Winchester decided you had earned a tanning you were going to cry. Dean reckoned even adults would cry if John Winchester handed them their asses, but he didn't want to carry on unnecessarily.
John squeezed the back of Dean's neck affectionately and loosened his hold on him, as much as he wished to keep hold of his son, he didn't want to embarrass him overly much. He did tilt Dean's chin up to look him in the eye though, "you know the reason I'm so hard on you is because I know you can do better. Sammy and Jenny could not ask for a better big brother than you. You take such good care of your brother and sister and they both look up to you, even Jenny. I need you to set them a good example, I need to trust you to look after them, not guide them into trouble with you because they'll follow you and your guidance."
Dean wanted to look down and look away, but he couldn't. "Yes Sir, I'll do better Sir. I promise," he insisted.
John smiled and drew Dean back to his chest, "I know you will." He kissed the top of his head before finally letting him go. "Why don't you go wash your face and get changed, I'm sure you're hungry and Uncle Bobby's probably got some cereal and milk here somewhere," he suggested.
Dean stood and kicked off his sweats, they were due a wash now anyway and he knew he had a second pair he could wear. His stomach chose that moment to growl making his Dad laugh, "what I'm a growing boy Dad. I need my food," he grinned lopsidedly.
John gently cuffed Dean on the back of the head, "git, before I change my mind and make you nap," he threatened. "Oh, and get your brother up once you're done, he needs breakfast too," he added.
Dean's eyes bugged and he left the room swiftly heading up the stairs to his room. He checked out his butt in the mirror in the bathroom and definitely filed this one under the worst whuppin' yet. He splashed his face to remove as much evidence of his tears as possible and shimmied into a clean pair of sweats, no way was he wearing jeans today! If he didn't think his Dad and Uncle Bobby would heavily disapprove, he'd walk around bare ass naked, but that generally wasn't something the two hunters allowed. He crossed the hall to his little brother and sister's room and fought the urge to scare Sammy awake, that would go down about as well as a fart in church! Instead, he gently shook his little brother's shoulders to wake him.
Sammy blinked awake and frowned seeing Dean, he made to roll over onto his back, but his brother stopped him.
"You probably don't want to do that Sammy," Dean warned. He let go of his brother anyway, so he could get out of bed.
The morning came back to Sammy then and wiggled out of his bed to avoid putting weight on his still sore bottom. He rubbed his cheeks to try and get the residue soreness out of it, but his nap had taken most of the fierce sting away.
Dean felt a stab of guilt as his brother was clearly still in pain and he wrapped an arm around his little shoulders, "get some clean sweats on and then we can go down for breakfast," he urged. He gave his brother an affectionate squeeze then released him so he could get dressed, stepping back to give him space.
John fetched three clean bowls from Bobby's kitchen and was about to search for a box of cereal when Bobby returned with his daughter.
Jenny spotted her Daddy and squealed happily, "Daddy!" She reached out wiggling in Uncle Bobby's arms as she grasped for her Daddy.
John grinned and took his daughter from his friend before she threw herself out of his arms and cuddled her into his own, peppering her little face with kisses as she giggled with delight.
Bobby set down the bag he'd been carrying and moved to get the rest, but John stopped him.
"I've got it," John insisted. Bobby bought the food, the least he could do was help bring it in and unpack it. "Can you fix Dean and Sammy some cereal?" He asked. He heard his boys running down the stairs and shifted Jenny on his hip. "Dean-o come help unpack the shopping, Sammy help Uncle Bobby get breakfast ready," he directed. It probably would have been easier to hand Jenny off to someone, but he wanted to reconnect with his baby girl, and she didn't seem willing to be pried from him just yet; if her vice like grip around his neck was anything to go on.
Soon enough cereal and toast was done with glasses of milk for Dean and Sammy as they sat squirming a little at the breakfast table. John content with his youngest on his lap happily bouncing and babbling away as he shoveled cereal into his own mouth. Even Bobby joined them with a mug of coffee all making casual conversation. John wasn't sure when the next hunt would call him, but for now he could spend time with his kids somewhere safe and protected and that was good enough.
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