To her credit, Claire didn't sulk.
Emily was a sulker.
He hadn't really expected her to, but he also didn't really know how any of this would go. This felt foreign, all of it, from the blonde hair, to the pale skin, to the expression on her face, none of it felt right or normal. But we're not normal. He had a job to do, one he could honestly say he didn't really mind, spanking beautiful girls wasn't exactly a chore, after all, but since Emily had come along and completely torn his world part this felt…wrong. But they had come to an agreement, him and Sam. This week was going to be one of vey serious impressions. First ones for Claire. If he balked, if he showed any signs of weakness at all this little blonde thing in front of him would latch on and destroy him. He'd been around her long enough to know that. And the way she was looking at him, fierce and angry and guarded all at once? It felt like a challenge. One he could absolutely rise to.
Dean was standing and Claire was sitting, so he used the height advantage to begin his lecture, matching her stare with one of his own famous Winchester glowers. "I don't think I really have to tell you why you're here and what's about to happen, but for old time's sake, let's go ahead and chat about it. What were you thinking, exactly, when you decided to take off on foot in a place you're unfamiliar with while also knowing that there was a psychotic demon looking for you or any other person with ties to Emily while doing it?"
She still didn't sulk, though a tinge of pink appeared on her cheeks. Jackpot. He soldiered on, knowing he had her now, knowing the lecture was going to be more effective then the spanking he was about to dole out. "On top of that, you decided to drag Emily into your little scheme. Not only did you put your own life in danger, you put hers' in danger too." The pink on her cheeks deepened and he used that opportunity to step forward and find a grip on her arm, pulling her up from the couch so that they were face to face. "If something had happened to her, Claire, I wouldn't have ever gotten over it, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have either. And if something had happened to you? I don't think that big lug of a brother in the other room currently would've gotten over it either."
The lecture didn't stop even as Dean moved his body to sit down where she had just moments before been sitting and moved her to stand in front of him. Instinctively, Emily moved her hands in front of her jeans as if to protect herself, but of course that wouldn't do anything to deter him, rather it just seemed to anger him a little more and he shot her a look of pure exasperation. "Listen sweetheart, if you want to pretend like you've never been in this position before, that's your prerogative, but we both know that you have and be both know what's going to happen now."
He leaned forward and caught her by the waistband of said jeans, pulling her roughly forward before unbuttoning them deftly and yanking the tight denim to mid thigh in one swoop, leaving her in a pair of plain, purple panties. Her mouth opened to form words that didn't come out, and Dean didn't let her attempt anyway. "Your bare little ass is going over my knee, where you're going to get a damn good spanking for the stunt you pulled while knowing full well that your friend is in the exact same position down the hall because of what?" He gripped her hips tightly, forcing her to look down at him before he pulled the purple scrap of cotton to meet her bunched up jeans. "Why are you here?"
It took her a long moment to answer, too long for Dean's taste, and he roughly moved a hand to her arm, yanking her down across his knee so that her upper body was resting across the couch and her legs were left dangling on the floor. Knowing full well there was about to be a fight, he moved one leg over hers, stopping her mid-kick by pinning them down, while at the same time grabbing the one hand she had thrown back in a vain attempt to defend herself and forcing it crudely against her outer hip. "NO!" The panicked shout was cut short by the stunning smack he landed to her exposed left cheek, causing her words to turn to an injured yelping sound.
"Why are you here?" He repeated the words calmly, matching a smack to her other cheek, before beginning to pepper her whole bottom with a flurry of hard, noisy slaps. Her skin was so pale that it took no time at all to bring a rosy blush to them, a detail that was necessarily unpleasant. Almost an instant satisfaction in the work he was doing, if he was being honest. It took some work to get Emily to that spanked red. He stopped after a minute of hard hand spanks, ignoring the outraged profanities coming from the girl he had trapped. "Uh-uh-uh," the teasing scolding just made her angrier and she strained so hard against his grasp on her wrist that she almost broke the hold. "I asked you a question, Claire."
"Fuck you!"
He sighed, the action more mocking than serious, and his hand began to rise and fall again, faster and faster and harder and harder with each smack until she was being so loud in her screaming that his ears began to ring. "STOP!" He bellowed amidst the spanking, and he paused for a moment to loosen his lock on her legs, the denim still bunched mid-thigh was making it difficult for him to make a full impression on her and he wrestled them further down until they pooled at her still kicking feet.
"Fuck OFF!" Her face turned towards him long enough that he could see that she still wasn't crying. No, the only thing written on her face was pure, unadulterated hatred. He sighed again, but this time it wasn't mocking, just slightly resigned. Her skin was an angry red now but she wasn't even close to breaking and he could see he'd need to slow down and re-evaluate before he caused her actual damage. Pain didn't seem to be her weakness, the way it was with Emily, no she had grown up the same way the Winchester boys had and this wasn't going to phase her. So he slowed down, his hand rising and falling much more slowly now and instead of focusing on spanking her as hard as he could like his instincts were screaming at him to do, he used his words instead.
"Did you want to die, Claire?" He wasn't trying to be harsh, but his voice was unmoving, firm. "Was that why you went? To martyr yourself? To join your friends? Death is final, little girl. No take backs there, no sunny afterlife, just cold blackness and hell or heaven, depending which way your short life went. But not just for you, no, we could've all gone too. Emily could've died, I could've died, Sam could've died, all those hunter's who showed up for you could've died, because remember Claire, Hunter's are family. We all play a part, we all show up for each other. You knew that when you took off too, didn't you?"
She had gone quiet at those words, though her body still instinctively flinched at each smack he was still lying down and he continued on, knowing he had to get through to her no matter the cost. "Or were you really wanting to play hero? Thought you could prove yourself to us, thought you'd be the one to save the day so we'd fall all over ourselves to allow you in as a leader here?" He snorted at the same time that she let out her first quiet, embarrassed sob. Jackpot.
The lecture continued, the tears finally began to flow and besides an occasional, "fucking fuck!" Claire took the rest of the spanking. W hen her bottom was beginning to show signs of more crimson then red, he let her up and helped fix her clothing back up. He'd planned for more harshness, the belt was supposed to come off, he was supposed to be more stoic, but truth be told, he was exhausted. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. There hadn't been the same level of satisfaction there as he got with Emily, and he knew it was because he didn't have to be so severe. His head swimming, he lead the still sniffling Claire down the hall to her room, leaving her with a long, much needed hug, before he went to find his brother to clear his head.
Damn women make me tired.