Stepping into the line of fire

Chapter 36

Too much had happened too quickly for John to give the order to begin the hunt. They would have an early supper and leave first thing in the morning. He got up after having informed Bobby of his plan and went looking for his second in command.

Dean and Angela were sorting out supplies when he found them. He was relieved that the order of things had been regained and joined the process.

"Dad d'ya' want us to bring all the food we've got or leave it here at base?" Dean asked.

"Bring it all son. We don't know how long it'll take to track and trap Ugoliant. Best be safe on that front!" John confidently asserted.

Dean gave him a precautionary side glance and quipped, "Yeah sir! if we're going into the line of fire let's make sure it's on a full stomach!" … John grinned back.

"Don't forget the coffee and jack son. Whatever ya' do!"

"Aye aye, sir." Dean crisply replied. John gave him a small salute in recognition of the Marine corps response.

"Dean we're leaving in the morning boy. We need a clear head. Put aside what we need for tonight." He added quickly with purpose.

Dean looked at his dad and agreed with him silently. He definitely needed to readjust his bearings and find some inner peace and fortitude.

While all this was going on, Sam had kept a low profile. He was watching his dad with the utmost scrutiny. As far as he was concerned he felt confident in his allocated role. He knew the incantations by heart and had practised the accent needed for their efficacy. His rucksack had been meticulously arranged and he felt relieved that his brother had been pulled back into line. Dean was losing the plot over his gal', he strongly felt and that was not fair on the rest of the troop. He began to think that having a girlfriend was nothing but trouble and that he would be better off celibate until the end of time! Sam did feel sorry that his brother had been whipped and must be in some sort of ass agony but he reasoned that it was a small price to pay for the end result. Dean needed to get his head out of his proverbial ass into the hunt. He knew from experience that the tiniest error could cost them the victory that they so righteously deserved. This had been the strangest hunt he had ever been on and he was concerned that all this family shit was going to influence the outcome negatively. Angela, unbeknown to him, felt the same.

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John had scarily volunteered to prepare dinner but was very quickly dissuaded by all the other hunters, such had been the force of dissent that he almost felt hurt.

"I can cook ya' know! Who d'ya think fed the boys when they were little?" Dean so wanted to say "Me!" but he kept his mouth shut and tried to make peace with his dad.

"It's OK sir. Ange and I are on it. She's making pasta with her signature tomato and sausage stew. We've got some lovely herbs to put in it. It's the tops dad. Ya'll love it sir!" He added with enthusiasm.

John nodded and made his way back to his log. He took a little deviation before he reached it and grabbed himself a bottle of jack. Bobby joined him and soon they were both savouring its rye smoothness waiting for their supper.

Angela had not spoken to her sweetie about his punishment. Dean had not even looked in pain. She thought that he must be though as the belt had sounded so horrifyingly loud as it had whipped bare skin. Could Dee be bleeding? She ventured a quick look at his backside but saw nothing unusual. Dean clocked the swift glance and patted her back reassuringly.

"I'm OK honey. Don't worry about me. I'm used to it… Since I turned fifteen that's been dad's way of getting' me in line. Works a treat! You never do the same bad thing twice I can assure ya'!" He told her in a matter of fact way…" the ol' man swings a mean belt but he never cuts me…that's why he did it on the bare…he needs to see what he does… It's embarrassing but I understand why…" Dean added slightly ashamed but boldly.

Angela gave him a sweet little smile and pinched his cheek with affection.

"He shouldn't do this Dee. Never. It's not right sweetie. It's a form of brainwashing…" She dropped her head as she continued speaking… "You now accept something that should never happen at all. Ya' don't need to be kept in line...Dee… I've never seen anybody more in tune than you honey. Ya' don't deserve to be treated so barbarically. John needs to realise that it serves no purpose. All it does is bring you down and make you subservient to every order that he barks at ya' however unreasonable…"

Dean interrupted ..." Honey you said it!... It's all about following orders. You 've got to do exactly what he says and when he says it, otherwise a hunt could go south. We're all still alive because I've got welts on my ass. Dad says jump and I fucking jump Ange! he's trained Sam and me to have quick responses and follow those orders blindly…that's why we're all still kicking Ange. The ol' man runs a tight ship… but…we're all here… and those sons of bitches are dead!" Dean added ruefully.

"Well let's agree to disagree sweetie. Big time! You ol' gorgeous thing ya'!" Angela threw herself into Dean's strong reassuring arms and delivered a minxy kiss. "I want ya' you big dumbass'…I want to make love to you all night sweetie…Are ya' game?"

Dean kissed her back manfully and nodded yes. His emerald eyes shone like the promise of naughty things to come. He whispered sexily into her ear…" seems to me that it's your turn to feel my hand on that pretty little' ass of yours honey!"

Angela shivered with what she thought must be a form of erotic longing.

"The ol' man's hitting the jack tonight, he'll be out like a light at ten…so will Bobby…we'll have our moment honey… don't ya' fret…your daddy 's not going to go easy on ya'…" As he murmured those sexy words, Angela felt her knees go weak. Some kind of drum was pounding at her core and her skin had taken on a life on its own. She was ready now…if she wanted to be honest to herself…waiting for it was going to be like a form of erotic torture.

If Dee had touched, at this moment, her most secret place… she would have burst into a million pieces.

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