Chapter 4:
Dean turned away from John, roughly grabbing his empty water glass from the porch swing and turned to John for permission to go inside. "Now listen Dean, I expect a lot from you, I know I do but I need you to maintain order and take care of Sammy. I need to head out on a hunt tonight, it was an unexpected case, but do I need to call someone else in here, like Pastor Jim while I go on this hunt?" John gruffed out.
Dean scowled at his Dad so hard he felt like his angry glare was going to burn holes through the man. He was so offended his Dad even suggested someone come babysit them, yet, he knew maybe he deserved this. He had been acting up a lot lately, snarky comments and pushing Sammy a little extra hard. He was so angry all the time because of the injustice he couldn't just be a 14-year-old. That he was a soldier, hunter, brother and sometimes father to his baby brother. He was surprised his Dad had let his misdeeds go unpunished the last few months and now it had finally caught up to him.
John knew he was bluffing because there was no way Jim could get here in time before he left, and he could see the anger in Deans eyes. It was like stripping away a soldier's stripes to threaten Pastor Jim. "No sir, I'll maintain the house while you're away and take care of Sammy." John let a small smile creep up on his lips and squeezed Deans shoulder gently. "That's my boy, now go get showered and into sleep clothes Dean."
Dean nodded at John and wanted so badly to beg his way out of this whipping, but when John Winchester made up his mind there was no getting out of it. Dean offered his Dad a faint smile and nodded, heading into the house past Sammy. His kid brother was perched onto the couch reading and wiggling around from his spanking earlier. "What are you up to runt?" Sammy looked up at Dean like he'd just asked the dumbest question, holding up the book of Latin. "I can see the book Sammy, is it too hard to answer the question?" Dean asked annoyed
Just then the screen door opened slightly, and Johns heavy boot caught the door before it shut, "Dean!" He yelled. Annoyed that his son hadn't followed his order and Dean looked at his father knowing with one glance the man was pissed. Sammy rolled his eyes and Dean scrambled to the kitchen to put his glass down. He went to his room grabbing a clean pair of boxers and a white t-shirt for his pajamas. Satisfied John had stopped a fight between his boys, he went to the porch and leaned over the oak banister. He looked out at the large front yard and held back tears because he loved his boys more than anything. He wanted to keep them safe and the only way he knew how was to keep up a tough love approach. There were monsters out there in the world, and the more he could prepare his boys the better off they'd be.
As he overlooked the luscious green grass, he could see it overrun with weeds that had sprouted and overtook the dirt driveway. It was a large yard, it was debatable that it could have been a fenced in football field. John chuckled to himself and he got an idea, heading into the house. "Hey, Sammy you ready to tell me what you learned?" Sammy looked up at his Dad eyes gleaming in excitement to tell his Dad that he could speak a few sentences in Latin. Dean finished his shower and got dressed quickly, his stomach clenched in anticipation of what was to come. He walked into the living room, his bare feet padding softly across the wooden floorboards. He leaned against the living room wall and took in Sammy relishing alone time with his Dad.
"Umm Dad," Dean hated to interrupt but wanted his punishment done and over with as soon as possible. John looked over at his son, who seemed to look pale and nervous. Sammy looked up too and was unsure of what was happening. He thought Dean ran his laps? Sammy slid of Johns lap. "Dad, I thought Dean wasn't in trouble anymore?" John stood up putting his hand on Sammy's shoulder, "I just need to talk to Dean alone for a few minutes. Get your shower and then we'll start supper together." John smiled down at Sammy. He almost expected Sammy to fight him on this but he just nodded yes and went pass Dean. He suddenly turned to Dean and hugged him around his waist. Usually Dean would shake him off but instead, he hugged him back. "Go on kiddo, get your shower and I'll be okay."
He smiled at Sammy, even though he felt like maybe he'd be okay, but his ass wouldn't. John smiled at the sight of both his boys, and he hated having to leave on a hunt tonight. Sammy nodded his head and headed to the bedroom to grab his scooby doo pajamas. Thankfully his knees didn't hurt as bad as he walked into the bathroom. He started to panic a little because he couldn't remember how to turn on the shower, so he stared at the three nobs. Dad walked in at that moment though and Sammy felt a wave of relief. "Hey kiddo, Dean said you were having trouble with the shower last night." John smiled at Sammy.
"Yes Daddy, I'm sorry, I just can't member how to turn the hot water on." "That's okay tiger here let me get it started for you. Daddy is going to talk to Dean for a few minutes so stay out of your room till we come into the kitchen okay?" John reminded Sammy. Sammy nodded as John shut the bathroom door gently and headed to his unruly sons' bedroom. Dean was seated on the bed twisting his t-shirt, his damn nerves were shot, and his anxiety was getting the best of him.
"Dean," John walked in closing the door behind him. His son looked so young sitting there with his tanned skin and green eyes staring back at him. Dean stood up and John approached him but turned first to grab his belt off the bookshelf. This made Dean stiffen and put his head down staring at the worn-out wood floor. "hey, look up at me and tell me why you're in trouble kiddo?"
Dean started to blush and feel like he was 10 again and just got caught stealing a candy bar. Apart from him thought it was ridiculous of his father to still belt him, he was 14, but then he knew his Dad preferred fast punishment so they could move on. Dean forced his head up and looked at his fathers-tired eyes, "Because I've been disrespectful and not following orders. I've also been really mean to Sammy lately and not doing my job." Dean whispered
John felt his heart drop at that last sentence because it was a lot to put on his sons' shoulders. "That's right son and I depend on you to do what's right for you and Sammy. I've let your attitude go on like this way too long and that's my fault." John cleared his throat. He doubled over his belt and pointed to the bed. Dean knew what to do and knelt over the side of the bed laying his boy flat into the covers. He grabbed a pillow to hold onto and looked back at his Dad to see if he could keep his boxers up. John nodded and Dean was grateful to keep his boxers and as he turned around, he heard the dreadful belt buckle jingle.
As the belt struck him, so unexpectedly he yelled out into the pillow and his hands attempted to shoot back to protect himself. John aimed for Deans sit spots to start because he knew this would be a quick five. He didn't hold anything back striking Dean and hearing his son scream with each stroke.
"Dad, please I'm sorry I'll be better." Dean cried as the belt felt like it was cutting into his skin. His Dad never started with his sit spots and so heavy-handed. As Dean sniffled feeling like bee's were stinging his bare flesh the spanking stopped. He thought maybe his Dad was changing positions to start again but then he felt his Dads heavy hand on his shoulder. "Alright Dean, just those five strokes because I feel that'll help you remember what will happen if you don't fix your attitude."