TW: what could be considered sexual assault, its very mild, but if it bothers you.
Alex introduced Dean to her friends, all of whom seemed relatively accepting of the newcomer. The party was your standard type, someone's parents were out of town, someone else procured alcohol, and a couple of dozen teens had gathered to make poor life choices in favor of an awesome night. Some Taylor Swift song was currently playing.
Alex had disappeared somewhere with her boyfriend of the week, which didn't bother Dean much, he still had the charisma and confidence of an adult at times and fitting in at a party wasn't a problem for him.
Some kid handed Dean a red solo cup with crap beer, Dean downed it, thankful to finally have a drink after his forced sobriety. Grabbing a second drink he looked around, on the far side of the room was a beautiful girl with long brown hair, big eyes, and a cute smile. And boobs that Dean was more than a little interested in. He realized he was staring. The girl looked over and made eye contact with him, she gave him a sly grin and a wink before turning back to her friend. Every once in a while she'd steal a glance in his direction. It would only be polite to go and introduce himself to her.
Making sure he looked acceptable, Dean made his way to his target.
"Hi, I'm Dean," green eyes met brown.
"Luz," said the girl with a smirk, she turned to him and leaned back against the wall, "you here with anyone?"
Dean leaned in, placing his hand on the wall next to her, "no, you?"
"No," the two teens immediately felt comfortable with each other, it wasn't long before they had found a comfortable spot in a back room and began the process of tentatively kissing each other. It wasn't long before it had advanced to a full-out make-out session. Luz pushed Dean onto his back and nestled herself on top of him, Dean didn't complain.
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"A Lamia? John, are you sure?" Bobby asked as he read over the description, "In Sioux Falls?"
"I know, but all the signs are here, kids with chunks eaten out of them. Young men whose blood has been drained after she seduced them. Where did you say Dean was?"
"Sheriff Jody Mills, she's in the know."
John nodded, this thing went after kids and horny young men making Dean a perfect target for the monster, he needed to make sure his son was safe… He had headed to Sioux Falls as soon as he suspected what it was.
Bobby's cell phone rang, "Jody?" he answered by putting the phone on speaker.
"The kids, they're gone," the sheriff said, panicked, "I had to run to the office to take care of something, they're teens, not toddlers, Well Dean is supposed to be an adult, I thought they would be ok for a couple of hours."
"Balls!" cursed Bobby, "Any idea where they went? We need to find them."
"I have some ideas. Where are you? I'll meet you."
/
Luz's kisses were amazing, for a 15-year-old girl, she knew what she was doing. Dean and his teenage body were having an amazing evening. Luz didn't even mind his roaming hands. She nibbled his earlobes and then trailed kisses down his neck and began to gently suck.
"Hey no hickeys. My uncle will kill me," Dean teased.
Luz glanced up at him mischievously but didn't stop. Her hands began to roam as she lifted his shirt up revealing his stomach and chest, her kisses trailed southward a little and began to get a little more aggressive.
"Hey, slow down a little, we barely know each other" Dean gasped out when she tugged on his pants, Luz ignored him and continued.
"No marks I said, I'm not even supposed to be at this party," Dean felt a little panicked as Luz sucked a deep bruise on his collar bone, he tried to sit up but was pushed back down as Luz continued. Now Dean was ready for this little makeout session to end he tried again to get the girl off of him but she rescinded by shoving her tongue down his throat. And that is when Dean realized Luz wasn't human because her tongue went all the way down his throat, he choked and gagged and tried to push her off to no success. He couldn't even make a sound other than a muffled whine that no one was sure to hear.
/
Jody drove, sirens blaring, to the rendezvous point where Bobby and John were waiting.
John looked up and nodded at the woman, "Do you know where they are?"
"I have an idea. I pinged Alex's phone, it's not far from here, follow me," Jody said taking off down the street.
Bobby and John jumped into the truck and followed.
It wasn't hard to find the party happening. Music was blaring and a handful of kids were coming or going outside, not to mention all the vehicles parked out front.
"Dean!" Bobby called out in his gruff voice as he walked into the house. John pushed past with determination. Kids that saw him froze, a few broke out in tears. John was efficient and thorough in his search of the house, only taking a moment to search each room before moving on to the next.
"Dean Winchester!" John called out, he turned when he got to the last room, unsure momentarily which direction to head next when he saw a door he hadn't checked yet. John kicked down the door.
The scene in front of him would make any parent want to vomit. Dean lay on the sofa almost unconscious as the monster choked him with her tongue and sucked the life out of him, another few seconds and it would be too late. John rushed over, pulled the monster off of his son, and stabbed her with a silver knife. He kicked the body aside before rushing to Dean's side.
"Dean! Son, wake up," John lightly smacked the boy's cheeks and shook him until he regained consciousness.
"Dad?" the boy choked out.
John pulled his son up onto a hug, grasped him tightly, and pulled him to his chest. Dean was shaking from the shock of the whole ordeal while John cried tears of relief that his boy would be ok. John didn't want to let go, he'd pull back, just to make sure Dean was ok, check him over then pull him back into a hug. Dean started to cry, the situation was overwhelming, and then there was his dad, hugging him like he hadn't done in years.
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Someone had wrapped Dean in a blanket and sat him on the couch in the living room next to Alex. He had been handed a mug of hot cocoa but his hands were shaking too much to drink, so he set it down.
Alex also was zoned out, only barely acknowledging that she wasn't alone in the room.
Jody was busy calling parents and checking on the rest of the kids, none of whom knew exactly what was going on other than they had been busted for an out-of-control party involving alcohol and minors.
John and Bobby disposed of the Lamia with the efficiency one can only get from years of experience.
The room had cleared out and only the five hunters remained.
"John, I'm sorry I left him at the house. I just thought at their ages they didn't need to be watched like a toddler," Jody apologized again.
Alex scowled and Dean's ears pinked, he looked down to hide his red face.
"It's not your fault at 36, as he keeps reminding me, it shouldn't have mattered. He should have known better," John consoled Jody while giving Dean a displeased look. Alex gave Dean a quizzical look but didn't say anything.
Jody and Alex got in Jody's patrol car and went home while Bobby, John, and Dean climbed into Bobby's truck to head back to Bobby's house. Dean sat quietly in the middle, his stomach turned uncomfortably and he wanted to puke from nerves.
"I'm sor…"
"Shut up, Dean," both Bobby and John snapped at him. Dean looked down at his knees and tried to make himself as small as possible between the two large men. When they got to the salvage yard he carefully slid out of the truck after his dad, he wasn't sure what to do or say but it wasn't long before Bobby told him to go to his room, he looked at his dad to see him nod in confirmation, so with his hands in his pockets and shoulders hunched he did as he was told.
John and Bobby headed into the garage to talk without any chance of being overheard, they could see Dean's light on in the upstairs room. It took a while but John filled Bobby in on everything that had happened in the last few months, and more importantly what had led to Dean running away in the first place. And then the discussion about what to do about Dean. In the end, John told Bobby to handle the boy as he saw fit, Dean disobeyed Bobby's orders, after all, he also told Bobby that they would be leaving first thing in the morning to head back to Kansas.
Bobby knocked twice on the door before reluctantly opening it. He hated this, he always had. He thought when the boys had reached adulthood he could stop disciplining them, but they were both stubborn, especially Dean, and particularly hard-headed and it often took a sore backside to get a message through, he did not think he'd be having this conversation with what should be a 36-year-old. But Dean wasn't 36 anymore, not really, he may have all the memories but it was clear his maturity, what little there had been, had disappeared. Dean was sitting on the bed, knees drawn up to his chest, tear tracks on his cheeks. He looked up when Bobby entered, his eyes were drawn to the item in his hand, a large wooden spoon. Bobby used to spank the boys with Karen's old wooden hairbrush but had moved on to the wooden spoons after the hairbrush broke over Sam's ass when he was 13. He had since broken at least 4 spoons trying to keep the two rambunctious boys in line.
"Damn it, Dean," Bobby said regretfully, "You know I hate doing this."
"You don't have to, Bobby," Dean said hopefully.
"Yeah, I do. Cause I love you and I need you to learn to not be an idjit. You could have been killed tonight. I could have lost you," Bobby yelled this last part, his eyes shining with unshed tears, Dean flinched and kept his eyes on the floor, he couldn't bear to see the disappointment in the older man's eyes.
Bobby sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned to Dean to stand up. Dean shuffled his way over to stand between Bobby's legs, he kept his eyes down and was thoroughly miserable. Bobby gently took Dean's chin in his thumb and forefinger to raise the boy's head.
"Dean, do you understand why I have to do this?"
Dean swallowed and nodded, his eyes flicked up to meet Bobby's just briefly before falling down. Bobby nodded. He gave a tug to Dean's pants and pulled them down but made sure to leave the underwear on, he never felt that a bare butt spanking was appropriate. Gently he guided Dean down over his knee and trapped the boy's legs between his so that he couldn't buck and kick as much, he laid his left hand on Dean's lower back to keep him down.
"Keep your hands in front of you," he ordered. Dean nodded and tucked them under his chest and gripped the blanket. Bobby lifted the spoon and brought it down with a loud crack on the small butt in front of him. Dean grunted at the unexpected sting. Bobby didn't wait for the pain to settle before the next stroke landed, he hit hard and fast. Dean started crying out in no time and then buried his face in the blanket, his feet tried to kick but were pinned down, there was no relief until Bobby deemed he had had enough.
Finally, Bobby stopped. Dean's shoulders shook as he sobbed into his arms, Bobby gently rubbed the boy's back and stroked his hair, Dean stood up and threw his arms around the older man and cried onto his shoulder. His ass was on fire, but he wanted nothing more at that moment than the gentle arms around him and the soft words telling him he'd be ok, and that he was loved. Bobby handled him so differently than his own father. John would have just gotten up and left Dean to his misery alone, but Bobby didn't rush him, he held him as long as he needed the comfort, gently rubbing his back and he didn't mind that Dean's snot and tears were getting all over his shirt. When Dean had calmed down to the occasional hiccup, Bobby took out his pocket handkerchief and wiped the boy's nose, then guided him into bed. Dean lay on his stomach and cuddled the pillow as Bobby pulled the blanket over him.
"Your daddy wants to head home with you tomorrow, get some sleep," Bobby informed him.
Dean was asleep before he had turned off the light and closed the door.
I've posted a little time stamp chapter under "Dean and the Elf" as a fun little Christmas story for you all. Please go check it out if you're interested.
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