Chapter 2: The Bar

I had intended The Punishment story to be a one-shot story, but since I had a few people like these characters together I decided to try and extend the universe. This is just another shot of what happened a few weeks after the punishment. Hopefully you all like it. Please let me know if I should continue. I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Warning: This chapter contains SPANKING (Domestic Discipline/Corporal Punishment) of an adult female by an adult male. If you do not like this DO NOT read. There is also swearing in this chapter.

It had only been two weeks since the last Hunt with the Vampires and they were already in Colorado investigating another case. It was a small town outside of Denver that has been reporting incidents of people mysteriously disappearing. It was interesting enough to catch Sam's attention and Dean jumped right on it eager to start another Hunt. Holly on the other hand was a bit reluctant especially after what happened last time. She was still a bit embarrassed about almost costing them the Hunt and endangering them, not to mention Dean's idiotic reaction which she was mortified about to say the least. Surprisingly, after the incident Dean said nothing more about it and acted like it never happened. While Holly on the other hand had the distinct memory of Dean spanking her in the back of her mind and no matter how hard she tired she couldn't stop thinking about it. Holly hoped by having another case to focus on would keep her mind off Dean. In all honesty Holly was getting annoyed at how much Dean had taken over her thoughts in the last couple weeks. She found herself being a little more cautious around him which she absolutely hated herself for. However, there was no denying that the spanking she had received was greatly effective in getting her attention. Dean had shocked her leaving poor Holly confused, angry, hurt and unsure of her friend. Yet, oddly it also made her feel protected and cared for which was something she had never truly had in her life. Nevertheless, she was not about to admit that to anyone, including herself.

The old glowing neon bar sign read Aces in red, white and blue flashing obnoxiously against the dark red brick of the old building. Holly wrinkled her nose as they entered the bar. A thick smell of grease and cigarette smoke filled the air. The area was not very big and only had a small bar in the middle with tables and booths around it, a few pool tables and it looked like a small kitchen in the back. Old country music was blaring from the two base speakers by a small dance floor. It was not surprising the bar was packed considering it was a Saturday night.

Holly sighed as she remembered her carefree old college days where she used to have fun with her girlfriends before she had to worry about evil things trying to kill her. She missed the days where she was relaxed and the biggest care in world she had was acing her final exams. Yet, those days were long gone and they were not here to have fun. They were there to question and gather intel for the case they were working on. However, that didn't seem to bother Dean in the least because after only two minutes of stepping into the bar Dean spotted a pretty young blonde haired blued eyed girl leaning over the bar, her miniskirt riding up slightly exposing her thin thighs just barely hiding the under curve of her ass. Dean's eyes locked on to the woman's posterior making no effort to hide what he was looking at.

Holly's eyes followed Dean's and it wasn't long till she took a great disliking to the bimbo leaning over the bar. Curse her beautiful….everything. Holly sighed no matter how much she tired she could never be like the women Dean goes after. She was not flashy nor had an ambitious personality to gain men's attention. She often saw herself as plain and simple. Nothing super special or exciting. All she was really known for being too kind-hearted. She felt her heart sink lower as she recalled her insecurities.

Without taking his eyes of the girl's backside. Dean said almost in a trance "I'm going to question her."

"Dean." Sam said somewhat annoyed and taken back by his brothers lack of focus.

Dean not hearing his brother at all continued toward the young lady with a boyish smile on his face no doubt. Holly rolled her eyes at his antics. He never misses an opportunity. She felt a bitterness build up inside of her, but quickly brushed it away as ridiculous thinking accepting the fact that she is who she is even if she wished she was slightly different if only to gain some attention from her idiotic friend. She didn't even know why she cared to gain his attention. Then a quick memory flash of Dean's hard hand coming down on her bottom made her grit her teeth in anger. Perhaps he deserves girls like her Holly thought bitterly as she hoped she was lacking in personality and intelligence. But when did that ever stop Dean?

Sam scoped out the place and told Holly that he was going to talk to a few people leaving Holly by her lonesome. Holly heave a sigh sitting down at one of the booths. She didn't feel like interviewing anyone nor did she feel like being with either of the Winchester brothers at the moment. She found herself feeling quite lonely, but as fate would have it, it was not long till a man sat down across form her startling her.

"Sorry, honey. Didn't mean to scare you." The man chuckled nervously. He was around Holly's age perhaps a bit younger and had a thick county drawl to his voice that was charming to her ears. He had big beautiful blue eyes that stared at her with a friendly and curious look. It had been a long while since someone had took interest in her or since she cared to notice.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" He drawled politely.

"You are sitting down." Holly reminded him holding back a giggle.

"Oh." The man said showing the slightest bit of embarrassment as he adjusted his ball cap over his short brown hair. "I guess I am."

Holly's cocked her head to the side and found her lips curling up into a smile at the man's somewhat flustered demeanor. She not only found it charming, but also innocently sweet.

"I'm assuming I can then?" He asked with a boyish hopefulness.

Holly hesitated for a moment as she looked around the bar to see Dean still charming the young woman and Sam talking to the bartender. Holly felt oddly guilty for talking to someone like this while they were on a case. They were supposed to remain somewhat inconspicuous. Sam and Dean emphasized that often. However, that didn't stop Dean from talking to a pretty girl. So why should that stop her from talking to a handsome man? Holly felt a flash of annoyance which she thought was due to the unfairness of the situation, but the fact of the matter was Holly was hurt. She didn't rightly understand why she was hurt, but she was none the less and therefore she didn't give a rat's ass what Dean or Sam would think at the moment. They were still busy and preoccupied. Why should they care?

The man's eyes followed her eyes and then looked back at her. "Are you waiting for somebody?" He asked with a little apprehension.

Holly turned back to him. She smiled shaking her head. "No." She most certainly was not waiting for anyone.

The man smiled happily. "I'm Carter."

"Holly." She replied feeling a serge of butterflies in her stomach. Something she had not felt in a long time.

"Can I buy you a drink, Holly?" Carter asked.

Holly was conflicted. She probably shouldn't drink. It was not a good idea for her to drink while they were on a hunt.

Fuck it. A few won't hurt.

"Sure."

The man almost leaping for joy jumped out of his seat. "What do you want?"

"Budlight, please." Holly said flashing him a cute smile.

"Yes, ma'am. I'll be back."

A sudden surge of happiness flowed through Holly and she couldn't help but smile at the man and take a look at his cute butt as he walked towards the bar. Holly felt girlishly giddy as she felt a wave of excitement come over her. He was kind, handsome and had manners. He was attractive in everyway and Holly allowed herself to forget about Dean and focus on the man giving her the attention she craved.

They talked awhile and soon a few turned into more then a few. Holly found herself playing pool with him and two more of his buddies who were all giving her their undivided attention taking every opportunity to "help" her. Finding any excuse to touch her whether that would be to help her shoot the pool stick by leaning over from behind to moving her hair out of her face. Holly knew what they were doing, but she didn't mind it. In all honesty she liked feeling like she was special. It made her feel wanted and it had been awhile since she had flirted and had some real fun. She felt tipsy, but not drunk. She was feeling a nice buzz and wanted to keep it that way. It was becoming easier to relax and enjoy herself forgetting her worries and, if she was being honest with herself, forgetting all about Dean.

After the game she was asked to dance by Carter who she gladly obliged. He grabbed her hand and waits properly and began to sway to the smooth country music. It was nice and relaxing looking up at his bright smile. It wasn't long till the youngest of the group, Brad, asked to step in for the next dance. Brad's eyes were glossed over and it appeared like he had the most to drink by the way he stumbled as they danced. Holly was slightly disappointed in the partner change, but accepted not wanting to reject the man.

"We plan on goin' back to Tom's place after, you wanna come?" He asked moving his hand a little too low on her back. When she began to feel his hand drift to her backside. She lazily pulled it back up to her mid back. Not being in such a state she would have felt more uncomfortable and made an excuse to stop the dance, but at this point that ship was long gone.

Holly didn't know who Tom was, but she assumed it was another one of their friends.

"Can't I-I gotta…um Hunt." Holly said snickering feeling a little dizzy. She wasn't planning on revealing any of what they do, but she wanted to see his reaction. And she found it funny perhaps funnier then she would have with a few less beers in her.

"Hunt? Come on you ain't huntin' shit. Come baby, it'll be fun." Brad said half playful and half annoyed at the same time moving his wandering hand again to her posterior.

Baby? Huh? Holly thought slightly disgusted at the young man's pet name. She was not his baby. That was for sure. She was about to move his hand away again when she heard a very familiar, very severe voice rumble behind her.

"Holly."

Holly's breath caught in her throat as froze flinching slightly at the dark threatening tone that was gruff and bitten out through gritted teeth. There was no doubt whose mouth that came out of.

Holly turned around slowly releasing her hold on Brad startled to find Dean standing way too close for comfort. Dean's eyes cast down watching Brad's hand move unnecessarily slow across Holly's backside sloppy trying to cover up the fact that it was necessary from the way she turned away from him. Holly was too focused on Dean to notice or care. She took an automatic step back seeing Dean's stiff features and dark scowl plastered on his face. She may be drunk, but nothing could mask the clear displeasure on the Hunter's face. Sam was standing behind Dean not looking too pleased either, but not nearly as pissed as Dean looked. Dean was downright menacing looking. Holly was not worried about what Dean thought before, but now seeing his irate demeanor she was rethinking her initial thought.

"We're leaving. Now." It was more of an order then a statement. Despite the intimidation Holly was feeling she scrunched her eyebrows together at the command. She never really liked being told what do ever. Even as a kid it was something she struggled with perhaps she was just strong willed or as some would put it, downright stubbornness. Holly was annoyed with Dean constantly demanding orders. She never understood why he just couldn't simply ask instead of command. It would make it much easier not to mention it would be polite. Holly was not ready to leave yet and did not want to oblige a man who was demanding and rude. Holly was angry not only at Dean's demanding ways, but his ability to criticize and be unfair about things. He had his fun and now Holly was having hers and, in her mind, he had no right to interfere.

"Okay. You guys can go. I'll meet you back at the hotel." Holly said far too casually with an obvious jab of rejection towards Dean and Sam. It was not an unreasonable thought, but if she was thinking clearly, perhaps with less alcohol in her system, she knew Dean and Sam well enough that they would never leave her at a bar by herself especially with Brad who they looked at so scornfully that she thought they were trying to kill him with their eyes. Also, it might have slipped Holly's mind that they were in a dangerous town where strange things were occurring and they were supposed to be vigilant and Holly was being everything but at the moment.

Dean's eye narrowed and his jaw visibly tightened. That was not the response he wanted. In fact, he probably didn't want to hear anything come out of Holly's mouth at the moment, but Dean never seemed to get what he wants, not from Holly anyway, and most certainly not without a fight. "When I say we're leaving that includes you." It was apparent that Dean was straining from raising his voice and his words were said through gritted teeth.

Holly felt her cheeks turn a bit red at his command. She looked around cautiously hoping he was not drawing attention towards them. Holly was beginning to worry about what the people around her would think. Normal people don't order their friends around. She felt like she was being chastised like a little girl and she did not like it. It was both embarrassing and uncalled for.

Before Holly could say anything, Brad spoke. "She's dancing with me man. Find another chick." His comment was just as unattractive as his slurred voice.

Sam shook his head in disapproval. "You sure know how to pick'em." He said with an angry frown not liking Holly's choice of a dance partners at all. Dean just simply glared looking like he could explode any minute.

Holly shot Sam a dirty look feeling a bit betrayed. Sam usually was the one to defend her at times like this, but it looks like she would get no such help from him tonight. It was not her fault he was behaving this way.

"Who the fuck is this, Holly? You're boyfriend?" Brad asked pointing a lazy finger at Dean who had not taken his eyes off him since his first comment.

"No." Holly growled glaring at Dean willing him with her eyes to calm down. Her voice had clear resentment in it. Dean was not her boyfriend.

"So what is it, man? You just fucking her then?" He said casually throwing his arms up in the air like a young kid upset for not getting his way. "Gotta learn to share." He added unconcernedly like it was an appropriate thing to say.

Holly was appalled at the crudeness of the man's words and was about to speak up for herself when she heard Dean laugh as if he was amused by the man's statement. Shocked Holly snapped her head towards him giving him a hard look when she noticed something and her face changed immediately from annoyed to concerned.

Brad smiled proudly. He was so engrossed over his witty comment that he completely missed the absolute fury in Dean's eyes. Then without warning like a stretched rubber band snapping back Dean punched Brad square in the nose. It was hard enough to have him stumble backwards onto the ground. Brad cried out in pain as he grabbed his nose. His drunken hands smearing blood all over his face.

Dean's smile had disappeared. It was replaced with a severe scowl of pure rage. He stood over Brad menacingly with his fists bawled up tightly at his sides shaking slightly from his built-up anger like he was trying desperately to keep his temper in check.

Holly's eyes widened like saucers.

Holy shit. Holly thought Brad was awfully rude and deserved to be taken down a peg, but she felt being punched in the face was a bit extreme. It was an overreaction to say the least.

Dean, however, felt the complete opposite apparently looking at the man crudely like it disgusted him to hear him open his mouth, like he had no right to speak at all. To Dean he was as insignificant the dirt on his boots. What Holly didn't know was Dean was not only upset about the rude comments, inappropriate touching. All those things he did not condone, but it was the fact that it was Holly who was the target. And that was something Dean could not except.

Holly stared down at Brad completely flabbergasted at the entire situation. Her mouth gaped open as she tired to take in what just happened. She had seen Dean do some pretty brutal things to the supernatural, but she never saw him attack or assault another human being before. Usually Dean and Sam made it very clear to keep a low profile anywhere they went as to not draw attention to their line of work. This was the first time Dean got pushed over the edge to actually attack someone. It was shocking and a bit scary and, to Holly, brutally idiotic.

Holly turned to look at Dean who was staring right at her. His green eyes piercing hers with a severe intensity that made her stomach turn. His jaw was set in a firm line and his chest rose and fell in angry heated huffs. Holly closed her mouth and swallowed hard. He was pissed. She couldn't help but shrink back at his penetrating glower feeling like she, somehow, was the cause of all this which she most certainly was not. She was not the one that punched someone in the face. None the less not liking the look she was being given looked behind Dean at Sam which was not much better. Sam gave her a stern look, not as severe as Dean, but not happy that was for sure. Holly turned her gaze to the floor liking the way that looked a lot better than the two angry men's faces.

Soon Holly felt a tight unforgiving grip around her bicep and in seconds she was being marched none to gracefully out of the bar. Holly felt her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment as all eyes were on them. Being drug out of the bar so forcefully like a naughty child being caught after her curfew was not something she felt was necessary or right. Dean had no right to do this to her. He is her friend and he is not supposed to have authority over her; this is not how it is supposed to be. Holly was beginning to think Dean was from a different planet and skipped over the parts of learning what is socially acceptable in society.

Holly felt a great resentment towards Dean at the moment, but despite herself Holly felt a slight twinge of fear rush in her as flash backs of the spanking she had received the last time she pissed Dean off came into her mind. The memories were still prevalent in her mind and it was something she certainly did not want a repeat of. She hated it. She hated feeling vulnerable and not in control. She hated her emotions being forced out of her not to mention the awful sting Dean's gigantic hand produced on her backside. And she most definitely hated submitting, especially, to Dean who for some God-awful reason had a rather powerful influence on her feelings. It seemed no matter what he would do, Holly always found the good in him which made her both confused and angry. Especially, since he was a demanding asshole that undoubtably needed a lesson in manners and social norms. He really didn't deserve her good option after spanking her, but she just couldn't help herself and it was making her frustrated and irritated at not only him, but herself. She had hoped to the high heavens that spanking her was not on his mind because, if it was, she was positive all hell would break lose. No matter what that was not happening again. She was not going to give up control and she most certainly was not going to subject her ass to that agonizing pain. It hurt like a bitch.

Once they made it to the Impala Dean pushed her in the direction of the back door a little too roughly for Holly's liking. Holly spun around her temper rising at ever pulse beat. She felt herself grow stiff clenching her fists at her side.

"Do not push me!" Holly shouted angrily sick and tired of Dean's manhandling and high and mighty attitude. "You need to calm down and stop acting like a lunatic!" His commanding ways was just pissing Holly off to no end.

Dean did not shout back. He simply glared at Holly in a foreboding manner practically daring her to challenge him. "Get in the car." He said sternly pointing a demanding finger at the door. His voice demanded compliance with an edge of frustration in his tone that Holly did not miss, but Holly in defense of herself and her pride she was not going to submit despite the intimidation she was feeling. It was just not her way.

"No." Holly stated definitely with much more gusto then she was feeling. "I don't have to do what you tell me to do!"

Holly was planning to stand her ground on this one and was preparing for an argument. She was not going to let Dean be a dictator. He was going to be a normal human being even if she had to exorcise the senselessness out of him. However, like always, Dean saw things differently.

Dean stomped towards Holly with a determined look on his face. Holly felt her chest tighten as she shrunk back from him. He grabbed her arm once again pulled opened the back door to the Impala and to Holly's surprise and great chagrin he planted a frim stinging swat to her jean covered backside. Then before Holly could comprehend that fact. Dean pushed her down into the back seat and slammed the door shut leaving Holly in a state of pure shock and embarrassment. Holly's mouth formed a perfect "O" as Dean stomped away not bothering to even look at her.

He swatted her. Right in front of Sam, in a public place. He actually smacked her butt and it was not in a teasing fun nor sexual way. It was hard, direct and punishing and it hurt. Then a realization hit her. He swatted her butt because she told him "no" like you would a disobedient child. However, Holly was no child she was 26 years old and did not deserve that kind of treatment. In Holly's mind she should be able to say anything she damn well pleased because she was a grown ass adult something Dean was failing to see. This was unbelievable and sadly all Holly could do was stare at Dean and gape at his actions. And that is what bothered her most of all. Of course, she could scream and cuss up a storm. She could get out of the car and go where ever the hell she wanted, but she knew both those choices would only fuel Dean's fire and then she might have an even bigger problem on her hands and she couldn't even bear to think about what the unpredictable Hunter would decide to do from there. She didn't want to know so instead simply glared as fiercely as she could at the man responsible.

She should have expected the swat or seen it coming due to her past experience with the angry hunter, but whether it was denial or wishful thinking she did not anticipate Dean spanking her again. Sure, she had that fear, but it was no less shocking. In some part of her mind she thought that it was a one-time deal in which Dean had to get out of his system, some male testosterone impulse. But perhaps she was wrong and it was most definitely on his mind.

Dean got in the driver's side while Sam got in the passenger side and drove off quickly without another word from either of the brothers. Holly sat in the back-seat arms crossed over her chest fuming. Dean's lunatic side was coming out yet again and she was furious at the fact that he swatted her in public in front of another adult like it was the most normal thing in the world. Normal ass people don't spank their friends, this was not normal. She had words she wanted to say to him. She was building up a huge argument in her head about the norms of society and what is acceptable behavior and what is not. This issue of Dean's had to be addressed. He can't keep treating her like this. It scared her the way Dean had made her feel and did not want to show Dean more emotion then she desired.

Yet, the discussion would have to wait because as soon as she walked into the hotel room Holly felt a wave of nausea come over her. She put a hand over her mouth pushing the brother's aside and rushed into the bathroom. Holly collapsed onto her knees and began to heave over the toilet as her head spun with dizziness. It took her a minute, but soon was able to throw up the alcohol her body was rejecting. Feeling a lot better she wiped her mouth and looked up to see none other then the dictator himself leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest with a disapproving scowl. Holly not liking the judgment she was being shown glared back.

"Just leave me alone." Holly snarled feeling slightly embarrassed about throwing up in front of him.

Surprisingly, Dean did just that. Without a word he pushed himself off the door frame and walked away. Holly was slightly taken back by Dean's quick compliance. She was expecting a scolding, a sarcastic comment, a laugh or dismissal, but it was none of what she expected. He simply did as she asked and now that he did Holly was a bit disappointed because if she was being honest with herself she wanted some sort of attention from him even if it was negative. Holly sighed and pushed her silly thoughts out of her head and began to clean herself up and get ready for bed.

Once she emerged from the bathroom Sam was there to greet her. Holly felt a bit nervous as she looked up at his face expecting to still see anger, but to her surprise his face had soften and gave a small smile placing a comforting hand on her shoulder as he passed her to go into the bathroom. The touch lifted Holly's spirits a bit. At least he forgives me.

Holly began to walk towards the beds when she stopped dead in her tracks seeing Dean sitting on the edge of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his arms hanging lazily in between looking at her. He did not look angry anymore, but he did not look happy either. For a moment Holly felt her chest tighten in anticipation. This is exactly how she found him the last time he spanked her. However, that was not going to happen again she told herself. So, with all the courage she could muster she forced herself to look at him not feeling nearly as confident as she hoped.

"You feel better?" Dean asked in a low gravel.

"Yeah." Holly said quietly.

He nodded seeming genuinely satisfied that she did feel better. Dean then after a moment looked up at Holly locking onto her brown eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly drawing in his eyebrows, but it was not in stern or angry way like he had before, this was more in a thoughtful and curious way like he was trying to figure something out about her. Almost like she was interesting or different and he was trying to understand her. Then without saying a word he hooked a finger at her beckoning her to come to him.

Holly swallowed and licked her lips feeling a little bit nervous as the Hunters eyes focused on her. Holly took in a deep breath then sighed it out walking over towards him. She stopped just a bit further then arm's length away from him. Holly judged that to be close enough, but Dean didn't look too happy. Giving her a disapproving frown, he reached out and grabbed her wrist pulling her closer to him.

Not letting go of Holly's wrist Dean looked up at her with an annoyed expression that had a hint of hurt behind his eyes. Holly didn't care to notice as she focused on Dean's grip around her wrist.

"I'm not going to spank you." Dean graveled out seriously.

Holly jerked her hand out of his grasp. "Damn right you're not!" She growled giving him a condemning look. She felt her temper rising from hearing him simply say the words.

Dean's face then stiffened into a stern angry glower. The sudden change in expression made Holly uneasy and found herself squirming. Dean was an intimidating man, large and muscular with an uncanny ability to make one's legs feel like jello. Holly hate it. She liked being in control of her emotions and usually she was, but not with Dean. She silently cursed herself for being so subdued by just one look.

"Wanna tell me what that was back at the bar?" Dean asked sternly.

"It was none of your business." Holly shot back.

"Excuse me?" Dean growled raising an eyebrow. "It most definitely is my business. We are on a Hunt and I expect you focused and alert and you can't fucking do that while your drunk off your ass…" He said sternly giving Holly a look that she would expect some parent to give their child.

Holly almost boiled over with annoyance. "And you can't do that when you're talking to pretty little blondes with their asses hanging out of their miniskirts now can you?" Holly shot back accusingly feeling his comment was hypocritical and criticizing. How dare he accuse her of being distracted when he was staring at a girl's ass all night. "Don't fucking criticize me asshat."

Dean clicked his tongue and glared at her for a few moments of silence like he was contemplating what to say next. "You were distracted and unaware of what was going on. Not to mention that guy had more than dancing on his mind." Dean spat out angerly as he recalled the man with disgust.

Holly began to feel slightly bad about the choices she had made. Not one of her finest moments, but that didn't mean Dean had the right to be involved in her choices. "I was fine." Holly mumbled quietly as her eyes wondered to Dean's muddy boots. Perhaps she shouldn't have drank so much, but she just wanted to have some fun. "I can take care of myself you know." Holly added as she looked up at the Hunter trying her best to look confident, but failing as a look of insecurity crossed over her face.

Dean let out a sigh as he shook his head. "You were drunk and were in no position to be making any decisions of consent." His voice was deep and rather severe Holly might have gone as fair as to say his words were harsh. The deepness of his voice sent a cold shiver down her spine.

Holly's mouth dropped open slightly as she took in what Dean was implying. She felt her lip tremble a bit as she pressed her lips back together. It was a terrifying thought that never crossed her mind until now. "It wasn't that bad. I wasn't going to go with them. You overreact about everything." Holly argued feeling a pinch of carelessness on her part, but she also felt Dean was exaggerating and being way too judgmental.

Dean gave Holly one long hard look. It was apparent that he did not like what she said, but he either chose to ignore it or he was counting to ten.

"From now on I want you focused on the hunt. When you are distracted you get sloppy and sloppiness leads to mistakes and when mistakes happen someone could get hurt or worse. Am I clear?" Dean's voice was deep and it was obvious he was trying to keep his temper in check. The order was short and concise. Dean was done talking.

Holly shook her head annoyed. He did not want to talk he just wanted her to obey him dismissing her like he always did until the next time he disagree her. Was she just a burden to him? Holly felt a bit hurt by Dean's obvious dismissal of her side of things. Holly felt drained emotionally and physically and with a bitterness in her voice she replayed "Whatever, Dean."

Apparently, that was not the best thing to say. "Hey!" Holly jumped at his sudden increase in his volume. "I asked you a question and I expected a clear respectful answer."

Dean face was absolutely fierce and very serious. Everything in Holly's being was telling her to not piss him off further. Holly swallowed wanting desperately for Dean to calm down. Startled she muttered out "Okay, fine."

"No." Dean said shortly. "I am done playing these games. You are going to listen to me. Remember the last time I punished you?"

Holly's eyes immediately widened in fear as she felt her heart hammer in her chest and her breathing pick up at the memory of her backside burning over Dean's knee.

Dean raised an eye brow at Holly's lack of response giving her a stern look. He knew very well Holly feared the punishment and continued. "Remember I said I might have you start calling me "sir" when I give you an order till you gain respect for me and this lifestyle?" Dean paused for a moment letting that sink in before continuing. "You don't have respect for this lifestyle nor for my experience. Until I see that, I expect a yes, sir from you."

Holly snorted in disbelief and annoyance. Was he serious? She looked at him like he had just ask her to fly. "No." Holly stated in a definite tone. Holly wanted to say more but thought No should be clear enough answer for his bullheaded brain. What a dick! Hell no.

Dean suddenly stood up from his seat and towered over Holly looking as severe as he was at the bar. Holly stepped back instinctually her heart hammering in her chest at the sudden movement. She looked down towards the floor trying to escape his harsh glare. However, Dean immediately grabbed her chin in his calloused palm forcing her eyes up towards his. "Tell me no one more time." He challenged darkly in a clam foreboding voice.

Holly was intimidated. Dean's breath was hot and heavy on her face and his eyes seemed like they were piercing into her soul. However, Holly was pissed too and her stubborn side took hold and glared right back. Two can play at this game.

Dean raised a warning eyebrow at her. "Did you like the first spanking I gave you so much you want to go round two?" His voice was stern and serious. Holly felt her chest tighten with fear, but quickly put her game face on. He was not going to get away with this.

Holly jerked her face free from his hold angrily giving him a disgusted look. "You want to spank me because I'm not going to say yes, sir to you? You have no idea how unbelievably idiotic that sounds! Do you hear yourself right now? You sound like a controlling asshole! I should call you that." Holly spat her words bitterly towards Dean practically grinding her teeth.

How dare he? To Holly this was absolutely wrong and completely unorthodox. She felt her blood boil and her heart race with frustration, confusion and anger. He just wants to control her into submission. She felt like it was a power game and Dean wanted nothing more then to show his dominance over her. It's not that Yes, sir was something Holly was unfamiliar with. She often said it politely to older gentlemen or any man she desired to show respect to, but to Dean? Her friend? No. He was demanding respect. He was forcing it on her and Holly did not like that one bit. It was not what she was used to and she most certainly did not want to oblige the man who was a demanding asshole about it. To say yes sir or not was her choice, but Dean seemed to think differently then the rest of the normal population would.

Dean held Holly's gaze without so much as a flinch to her comments. He remained oddly calm giving her a pointed look. "You can think whatever you want sweetheart, but you are going to respect my orders one way or another. And it starts by you giving me respectful and sincere responses. Call me untrusting, but I don't believe you when you say "whatever or yeah okay" like a spoiled teenager. This is not some simple normal life where you can get away with whatevers and okays. Our lives are in danger and I expect you to take that seriously."

"I take it seriously, Dean." Holly growled out getting tired of the conversation.

Dean snorted like what she said was a joke.

That made Holly's blood boil. This was no joke. "Have you ever heard to earn respect you must show it?" She asked trying to apply to reason.

Dean looked a bit taken back. "You think I don't respect you?"

"Of course, you don't. You're threating to sp-sp.." Holly couldn't bring herself to say it. It was just so absurd in her mind even though it most definitely happened to her. She still was unable get it out.

"Spank you?" Dean asked a small smile playing on his lips.

"Yes and it's not funny Dean!" Holly growled out.

Dean shook his head pushing his lips back into a firm glower. "Never said it was sweetheart, but just because I threaten you with a punishment does not mean I don't respect you. You are hardworking, selfless and highly intelligent." He said it almost like he was scolding her for thinking that way.

Holly was taken back by the complement. It did not sound like the man a minute ago who wanted her to say yes, sir. Holly couldn't help but feel flattered by the complement. Not matter how much she would not admit it she desired Dean's good option of her. However, she didn't have to wait too long until Dean ruined the moment.

"Even if you are pig-headed stubborn and careless sometimes. Don't mistake my intent to punish you as a lack of respect. Think of it as just what it is…correction. My dad spanked me many times and I've spanked Sam. It is all to correct and insure safety." He explained with the upmost seriousness that baffled Holly to no end. No one else thinks this way and she just had to be stuck with the crazy ass hunter who did?

The hunting world of the supernatural was all new to Holly and there were aspects of it that made her old life seem so simple and Holly longed for it back. The thing was Holly remembered her old life and the memories she had of it was not so distant. Yet, Sam and Dean have been doing this their whole lives and normalcy was not even in their vocabulary. They don't remember what normal society is like because they have not been a part of it so they've chosen norms of their own to suit the dangerous nature of job. Ever since Holly was thrown into this life the bits and pieces of her old life were being ripped away and she was being taught new things that frightened her. She felt like she was put on a different planet where she had to begin from scratch like a young child. It was a hard pill to swallow especially for Holly who was not only confused by this new life, but by Dean as well who was acting absurdly authoritative and overly protective. Holly had never taken well to being told what to do and she has never been protected by anyone but herself. This was a whole new experience for Holly.

After a long moment Dean continued. "I'm not going to let you get hurt and if that means I'm an asshole for it, so be it. You are to remain focused on the hunt and alert. Now, I'm only going to ask you this one more time. Am. I. Clear?" He bit out his word severely with an edge of warning.

Despite everything Holly felt slightly warmed by his words. Dean once again was saying that he cared about her and in all honesty, Holly felt sorry for him. He was scared all time and this was is odd way of getting the reassurance he needs to sleep tonight. Holly was torn with keeping her pride and reassuring her friend. If he just said things differently, but that was not Dean and not his way. He has been hardened by this life so much he will do anything to keep what he deems his, safe. Holly couldn't help, but feel for him and her mouth opened without permission and gave the Hunter what he desired.

"Yes…" Holly gritted through her teeth almost like the word she was about to say next was poisonous. Dean raised an eye brow. "Sir." Holly almost wanted to spit after. She was annoyed with herself for giving into the demanding man. She liked being in control and it was very difficult to give into anyone.

She gave him a face that looked like she tasted something bitter. "You made that so much harder then it had to be." Dean said thinking Holly was being a bit dramatic.

Holly just glared at him.

"Alright, go bed." Dean said grabbing her arm turning her to the side and giving her bottom a firm, but not harsh swat towards the empty bed.

Holly turned to look back at Dean pinning him with an even fiercer glare, but despite everything Dean gave her a small smile. "Good night, Holly."

She wanted to give him a finger gesture, but stopped herself after seeing his beautiful smile and green eyes sparkle. He looked at her with a fondness she had never seen him give to anyone else. Holly turned away feeling herself blush slightly and despite herself she let a small smile of her own slip. She tired her best to hide it, but she knew very well Dean saw it which she guessed was okay even if he didn't deserve it.

"Good night, sir." Holly said mockingly. "You best be in a better mood in the morning." Holly said with all the sternness in her voice she could muster.

"Yes, ma'am." Dean said in a low voice. His smile had disappeared and was replaced with a serious expression. His tone was not condescending or teasing. It was polite and respectful. He was showing her courtesy and respect which seemed odd from a man who had just swatted her and told her to go to bed. Was he trying to get back in her good graces? Dean was definitely a complicated man, troubled and scared, but fiercely good hearted. Holly tired to calculate him, but it was difficult and found herself thinking well of the hunter despite his flaws.

Holly couldn't understand why she felt like she wanted to strangling the man just has much as she wanted to give him affection. She felt rather silly for feeling this way, but for the night she allowed herself to feel silly in her thoughts and she laid her head down. The night wasn't as bad as it could have been. At least he didn't spank her.

TBC ?

Don't speak so soon Holly.

Please comment and let me know what you think. For those of you wanting another spanking. No worries, Holly's the type of girl who scares Dean. It won't be long before she does just that. I have some ideas. So stay tuned, more to come.

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