Thank you Danae for the feedback! Awww poor Dean is in a bit of trouble with his Dad but I hope people like this scene between the father and son.

Chapter 6

Dean rubbed his behind that his father had just finished spanking as he lectured him about him talking to Sammy about his erections and that he was going to apologize to Bobby because Sammy had told Jo about them and now there was a very confused eight year old little girl asking inappropriate questions not to mention his little brother who obviously misunderstood what Dean was saying.

"I'm sorry Dad." He said as his father stood tall over his son.

"Dean, you need to understand those two look up at you, but they don't always know what you're talking about. What if Jo had asked Mrs. O'Brien that question? Do you understand the position you put Bobby in?" John said.

"I'm sorry," the child said miserable.

John sigh when he saw the way his son hung his head in shame and the tears slipping down his boy's face. "Come here." He said as he sat down on Dean's bed. "Buddy, I just want you to think before you say the first thing that comes into your head to those two. Okay?"

"Okay," Dean agreed before he looked up into his father's eyes. "But why is it so different for Sammy and Jo than me? Why was it okay for you to say stuff like that in front of me when I was little but when I do it, I get spanked."

John gaped at his son in shock. "Dean I never talked about..."

"Un huh," Dean said cutting him off. "I remember you telling Pastor Jim once when you came back from a hunt with Caleb you were never staying in a room with him again. That he woke up first thing in the morning and was jacking off in the bed next to you as if you weren't there. That he was the horniest hunter you ever met, and he had no shame."

The oldest Winchester racked his brain and knew exactly what Dean was talking about and that he was only maybe seven at the time. Dean had been in the room learning how to clean the weapons while he was talking to Jim. Christ, he had even laughed at his son's confused face and remembered saying to the child he would know all about jacking off in a few years.

"Dean, you're right. I never should have said that in front of you." John admitted. "I guess I've seen you as my little man for so long I kinda forgot you were still a little boy too."

"So, I didn't deserve that spanking?" He asked.

John shook his head in amusement. "Well maybe not but I've got a sneaky suspicion you've done other things that would have earn you a spanking that you don't think I'm aware of; say like stealing library books, so how about we call it even."

Dean cocked his head as he thought about his father's words and gave him a toothy grin. "Maybe..." he said teasingly.

"Maybe," John repeated before he grabbed his son around the middle and began to tickle him causing the child to laugh.

"Dadddddd," Dean cried as his father didn't show any signs of easing up on the tickle attack.

"Come on Ace, Sammy and Jo are waiting on you to give that smelly dog a bath." John said as he released his son and ruffled his hair.

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The rest of the day went by quietly, well as quietly as a day with three hyperactive children could be. After they finally had dinner and got the three children washed and ready for bed, they settled in to watch a movie.

Jo had won the honor and choose " The Princess Bride" much to Sammy and Dean chagrin. They were halfway through the movie when Bobby suggested that him and John do the final sweep around the salvage yard for the night.

"Okay you three, Dean's in charge while we're gone." John said as he stood in front of the three children. "Son, you lock that door and only unlock it for me and Uncle Bobby, understand?"

"Yes sir."

"Good boy," John said as he patted his son's shoulder as he walked by to encourage him to get up and follow the two hunters to the front door. "Remember, lock it and slid bolt it too."

"Yes sir." Dean said somberly. He knew that his father and Bobby would be gone a good hour considering how big the salvage yard and the sheds that were are around the property they would need to check too, and he took his job of protecting his brother and Jo seriously.

Once his father and uncle were outside and he had secured the door Dean went back into the living room. "Hey, before we start the movie up again, how about Jo you make us popcorn."

Jo looked up from where she sat. "Why do I have to make it?"

"Cuz you're a better cook than me." Dean said with a grin. "I'll help ya."

"Kay," Jo said as she hopped up and followed Dean into the kitchen. The two went to work as Dean brought out the air popper and Jo grabbed the corn kernels and the extra-large bowl to put beneath it to catch the popped kernels.

Dean went to the fridge to grab the butter and put a big chunk into a mug to melt in the microwave while Jo measured and put the kernels into the popper and plugged it in.

Soon the two were grinning as the white fluffy popcorn began filling the bowl. Jo rushed over to the fridge and grabbed the container of grated Parmesan cheese.

"What's that for?" Dean asked.

"You'll see, it's really good." She promised as she took the mug from the microwave and carefully began pouring a little at a time onto the popcorn so that it was evenly distributed. Once the butter was on, she quickly began to shake some of the cheese and used her hands to mix everything together. "Try," she said as she held the bowl out.

Dean took a few pieces and tossed them into his mouth, chomping on them. His face broke into a huge grin. "That's awesome!" he said as he reached in and grabbed a handful.

"Save some for me and Sammy," she scolded the older boy.

"Come on, let's finish the movie and then clean up."

"Kay," Jo agreed as they went back into the living room.

They were just settled back on the couch when Dean noticed the way Rumsford's ears were twitching as he sat up straight. The hairs on the back of Dean's neck stood up as he realized something was very wrong.

The older boy looked over at his brother and Jo who were enthralled in the movie. He looked around the room and decided he was going to do sweep around the house. "You two stay here," he told his brother and Jo before looking down at the dog. "Rumsford, protect." He commanded. The dog immediately stood in front of the two children and he would never let anything hurt his charges.

Dean started upstairs and checked all the rooms including the closets and under the beds. He went back into the kitchen and was heading towards the den when he heard it. If he didn't know better, it sounded like footsteps on the stairs of the basement.

That couldn't be right. His Dad and Uncle Bobby had secured the basement this morning, hadn't they? He slowly made his way over and was just getting ready reach for the doorknob when the door was flung open and a large man slammed into Dean, causing him to fly backwards and hit his head against the table knocking him unconscious.

TBC