Stepping into the line of fire
Chapter 55
Angela got up after a while and went towards Dean's sleeping area. He was sleeping profoundly but she noticed wetness around his eyes. Had Dean cried? She was suddenly very worried. What had happened that afternoon? She lay next to her sweetie and gave him a huge cuddle. It was so gentle though that she did not wake him up. "I love ya' Dee. You know that… don't ya?" she whispered into his ear. Dean stirred a little bit and his arm went around her. They spooned romantically.
John stayed in his seat of moss and decided he needed a drink. He got up and poured himself a very generous two fingers of jack. He sat down again and got a little lost in his thoughts. He had not had a woman for a very long time and to be honest with himself, he was in urgent need of some sexual relief. Angela had reawakened a sort of beast in him. All he could think about, was her. He wanted to touch her beautiful breasts and dive happily into her core like a playful seal! … he knew that this would never be possible but he could dream…couldn't he? … His thoughts turned to Dean. Had he been too harsh? John did not think that spanking him was as tough as a belting but Bobby had made him think. It could be psychologically damaging. He had not ever wondered that, until Bobby had made it very clear. John had always spanked his boys when they got out of line. It was his MO when they needed a wakeup call. Dean had told him when he was thirteen that spanking was for little boys and he had almost begged him to use a belt. John had compromised even though he really did not want to go there. A belt could do serious damage and his heart was not in it. It had been Dean's decision though and he went with it. Maybe he had been a little out of line…he poured himself another finger of the amber nectar and continued to think …
Meanwhile, Bobby had got the food supplies ready for Dean and Ange to sort out. Tonight, they would have a sausage and bean stew called a Cassoulet with cheese and crackers. Dean weaved goose fat into it and the flavours were heavenly. He felt hungry and joined John. The two hunters sat side by side and drank some more jack. Bobby had always had a difficult relationship with John. He found him cruel at times to his boys and that angered him. John just could not see how lucky he was to have been blessed with such amazing luck. Bobby adored Dean and little Sammy. He would always try to protect them from John's inexplicable rage at occasional moments. He would always be there for them. He needed John on side, he knew that… or he may never see the boys again. It was a very tricky relationship. He had to bite his tongue so many times!
At six, Dean and Angela emerged from their sleeping bag and got busy with the preparation of the meal. Angela had noticed a certain froideur between her Dee and his father. She worried that it could be her fault. She knew that Dean had been asleep and therefore would never have known about John's indiscretion. She would never tell her sweetie what happened. Ever. She prayed that he would never find out. John and Bobby were beginning to chill a little too much, she thought, but she knew that they were experienced drinkers and could withstand any crap should it suddenly materialise. Dean kept glancing at his dad with a frown on his face. Why had his ol' man read him the riot act and then was doing what he had been spanked for? Something in his mind rejected that image. He was hurt and angry. John caught Dean's wounded expression. John knew however that it was never "Do as I do" with him…it was always "Do as I say! …" the boys knew this. John did not have to defend his actions. He was the commanding officer and they were his troop. What he said or did went without question. Dean was glaring at him and it was beginning to piss him off big time.
"Have ya' got a problem boy?" John barked.
Angela jumped but Dean did not.
"No sir. I haven't got a problem…have ya?"
Angela knew that the shit was going to hit the fan big time and looked petrified in Dean's direction. Dean just stared at his dad. No fear in his eyes.
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John bellowed directly at his first born.
"You boy need to get some manners before we go for round two!"
Angela paled and looked at her Dee. Dean ignored her glance and glared back at his father.
"Sir. Ya've taught me to have manners but there will be no round two!"
Bobby glowed like a proud surrogate father at Dean's new tone.
"Son, I don't like that new tone!" John said with intent. "It will get ya' in trouble big time. So. Stand down!"
Dean was fired up. He had not digested the humiliating punishment that he had received only a few hours before. He sent emerald sharpened looks at his father and stood tall.
"Sir. You will not win round two. I will."
Angela had never seen Dean so earnest. Bobby was impressed and Sam who had just emerged from his kip could not believe his brother's defiance.
John who had felt a little guilty decided to tone things down. He was a little drunk and nothing ever bore any good under that influence.
"Dean. You won't win round two boy. You know that… but let's eat. It smells divine. I'm fucking hungry and so is Bobby".
Dean took a deep breath and went back to his Cassoulet. Maybe that is just what they all needed. Good grub. Angela stood up to help him dish the portions out.
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