It Was an Accident – Part 1
Next Chapter is finally here! Happy New Year everyone! Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Thank you all for your comments and reviews and your continued interest in this story. I'm glad you all are liking the characters and wanting to keep them alive. I find Holly and Dean's relationship enjoyable to create and want to continue. Welcome new readers! And thank you for all the amazing suggestions keep them coming. And as always, let me know what you think, what you liked/did not like and perhaps what you'd like to see from Holly and Dean. I had to split this chapter into two parts or else it would be too way long.
Quick note: Had someone ask - Yes, I am from the United States (Born and Bred). Yes, I was spanked as a child and no, I was not abused. If you have specific questions regarding myself PM or ask in the comments just be kind about it. Thank you!
WARNING: There is SPANKING (Domestic Discipline/Corporal punishment) of an adult female by an adult male in this story. Along with swearing. Please if this makes you uncomfortable or you do not like this kind of story. Don't read it.
Holly rubbed a hand over her tired face blinking, trying desperately to keep her focus on the research before her. She grumbled in frustration. She could not for the life of her make connections between the evidence she had been looking at for hours now.
"What are you doing up?" A gruff rather grumpy voice graveled behind her.
Holly was so focused on the research in front of her she did not hear Dean walk up behind her. She nearly jumped out of her skin spinning around. She put her hand over her chest letting out a long breath. "Jesus, Dean. You scared the crap out of me."
"It's late." Dean stated plainly sounding rather tired himself. He had gone to bed a while ago, but apparently had woken up and noticed Holly was still up.
Holly glanced over at the clock on the microwave. 2:27AM. Wow. The last time she looked at the clock it was 11:00PM. For the past week Holly has been staying up late drowning herself in research. It's almost like she was becoming obsessed with studying and reading for the cases, of course Holly only saw it as motivation rather than obsession. The past three days in particular she has stayed up, for the most part, till five in the morning and only getting a few hours of sleep each night. It seems like not just the lack of sleep that was getting to her head, but the mental exhaustion as well. She was so engrossed in the research that she did not realize how late it was, but that did not mean she was done. She's been at this for hours and she still had not found any connections. She had to at least find something of use before she rested. People were disappearing and from her experience, though little that she had, the victims almost always were killed. Lives were at stake and she did not see her being tired an excuse to stop.
Holly turned back toward her work. "I just need to figure this out."
"Not now you're not. It's passed two in the morning." Dean said as he reached from behind Holly closing the laptop and the book in front of her.
"Hey!" Holly protested opening the laptop back up.
Before Holly knew it, her chair was being pulled back away from the table. Dean walked around the chair so he was standing directly in front of her. He looked down at her with a very stern face narrowing his eyes a little bit.
"I'm not kidding." Dean graveled out in a sharp tone that always seemed to not only make her chest tighten in intimidation, but set her teeth on edge in pure annoyance.
Holly glared at Dean for a moment contemplating what to do. She knew very well from experience that pushing Dean was not a great idea. On the other hand, Holly never liked being told what to do. Letting him have control scared Holly a lot more then she would care to admit. Not to mention she was stubborn and not in the least bit submissive towards the man.
Holly took a deep breathing trying to stop herself from saying something stupid. "Dean, I have to at least get one connection on this case. The sooner we find out. The sooner we can save these people."
"You going to save these people half asleep? Rest is important, Holly." Dean said sternly giving Holly a pointed look. "You're done with these all-nighters. The reason you can't focus is because you're exhausted. This can wait till morning."
Holly had to admit he was definitely right she was exhausted, but in her mind just because she was exhausted did not mean she'd give up. Besides her mind was so absorb into the work that she could think of nothing else.
"I've gone without sleep a lot. I'll be fine." Holly said reassuringly remember her college days of pulling all-nighters studying and acing her exams. "If you think it's too late. You go to bed." Holly added with a bit more grumpiness and attitude then she intended.
Dean gritted his teeth in irritation giving Holly a fierce glare that made her squirm in her seat. Holly didn't know why she thought reason would work with Dean considering it never did.
"Excuse me?" Dean growled in a warning tone indicating he was moving passed his patience. Holly guessed he was grumpy due to the fact that it was passed two in the morning and he wanted to go back to sleep himself.
"Can't you ever ask me?" Holly muttered gritting her teeth slightly looking down at the cheap tile floor avoiding Dean's eyes feeling her anxiety build up. She hated the fact that he was making her feel half her age. "You never ask, you always order. You don't even say please." Holly explained liking the idea of being asked and not ordered.
"Get your ass to bed." Dean growled lowly trying to keep control over his temper. "Please." He added humoring her wish.
Holly rolled her eyes at his interpretation of her meaning. "How polite." She muttered sarcastically.
Then suddenly Holly was being pulled up from the chair by her bicep. Not too roughly, but firm enough to make Holly annoyed. Dean spun her in the direction of the bed giving her bottom a firm smack propelling her in the direction he desired. The swat he had given her produced not only a sting, but an echo that reverberated in the small hotel room. Holly quickly spun herself back around to face Dean giving him a shocked and embarrassed look with her mouth slightly gaped. It has been awhile since Dean had swatted her and even though she probably should have expected it. It still surprised her. She scowled at him subconsciously reaching behind her giving her bottom a quick rub. Then she quickly glanced at Sam who was laying asleep in one of the queen beds. Holly's cheeks blushed as she hoped he remained asleep after that sudden nose. Holly turned her attention back to the green eyed jerk making sure to give him a contemptable look, but ultimately looking more like a defiant child.
"Holly." Dean growled rumbling deep in this throat sending a shiver down Holly's spine. He leveled his eyes at her giving her a warning look that she was wearing on his patience which Holly really didn't think he had any. He pointed a demanding finger at the bed apparently done with verbal commands.
Holly's faced changed a bit at Dean's deep imposing voice. She tried to show him she was unmoved by his tone, but was ultimately unsuccessful knowing very well what to expect if she did not move her butt, Dean would move it for her. One way or another. Holly scolded herself for the intimidation she felt. But God did she hate spankings. Not just spankings, but spankings by that man who she thought well of, but ultimately wanted to strangle most of the time.
Holly growled in frustration and defeat as she reluctantly stomped over to the bed hating herself every step of the way for obeying the man for the simple fact that she did not want to be spanked. Perhaps she was a child after all. She climbed into bed pulling the covers over her a bit more dramatic than necessary.
"Just so you know I'm going to bed because I'm tired. Not because Master Drill Sargent ordered me to." Holly said sassily sounding way too childish to her own ears wincing at her mouth opening on its own accord. Perhaps Holly did need sleep due to her lack of intelligent at this point.
Dean made a deep noise in his throat something between a growl and a snort. Obviously, unconvinced at Holly's statement as he made his way to sleep next to Sam.
"Asshole." Holly muttered softly turning away from Dean pulling the covers over her head with grumpy bitterness.
Apparently not soft enough because she soon her a very clear - "Brat."
Oddly the way Dean said it was not harsh or in an angry manner. It was rather affectionate. Holly felt a slight warmth in her chest at Dean's tone and allowed herself to let a small smile spread across her lips.
However, despite Holly's initial decision to go to bed. She could not get her mind off the research and not, but fifteen minutes of being in bed she could not stand it. She sat up in bed slowly and looked over at Dean who was snoring softly. Holly bit her lip contemplating what to do. She found herself finding it hard to get out of bed for the very simple fact that Dean ordered her to go to bed and had this dilemma building up inside of her not wanting to disobey him. Holly nearly smacked herself for this crazy thought. Dean should not have this much power over her thoughts and most certainly should not affect her decision making. She was a grown woman fully capable of deciding what she needs and doesn't need on her own which included sleep. With that thought Holly got out of bed slowly being extra cautious as she rounded the foot of Sam and Dean's bed. Once she made it to the kitchenette, she let out the breath she was holding. She quietly opened the laptop and the book and very quickly began to feel anxiety build up in her chest as she knew she was disobeying. She hated that Dean was having this effect on her even as he slept. She pictured his stern and unyielding face. She was feeling like a disobedient child doing something naughty. Holly shook her head in disgust at her feelings and quickly pushed Dean out of her mind. No. She would not let him influence her on this. And soon Holly was absorbed in the research once again.
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It seemed like only a few hours when Holly saw light streaming through the blinds. She quickly glanced at the clock. 6:38 AM. Holly immediately shut the laptop and book feeling herself swell with anxiety. She knew they would be up soon and most definitely did not want Dean to find her in the kitchen researching. She supposed she could lie if she had to, but was terrible at lying and it just so happens that she did not like doing so. So, her goal was to avoid the questions all together. Holly was about to walk over to her bed when she heard rustling and saw the covers move. Not even bothering to see if it was Sam or Dean who was stirring awake, Holly quickly whipped into the bathroom walking on her toes cautiously. She swiftly shut the door behind her twisting the nob to ensure there would be no sound when she closed it. Holly breathed a sigh of relief. She did find herself feeling slightly guilty for defying Dean, not because she had this great desire to do what he told her to do, of course not, but it was because he was her friend and did not wish to disregard or disrespect him as a person.
Holly suddenly heard a knock on the bathroom door that made her jump out of her skin due to all her built-up guilty energy.
"Holly." Dean's voice grumbled sleepily.
"Yeah?" She automatically responded with a little squeak that made her cringe. She squeezed her eyes shut thinking her voice might alert Dean that something was amiss.
"Hurry up, man's gotta take a leak." Dean said sounding groggy.
Holly breathed a sigh of relief as she walked out of the bathroom. Dean was leaning on the side of the door frame rubbing his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. Holly quickly walked past him. "All yours."
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They were on the road headed to Colorado to investigate the case. Holly found herself blinking to stay awake on the car ride as she tried to read her notes from the Celtic book she had read yesterday or rather this morning. Dean's music wasn't really that loud, but to Holly, whose head was throbbing, felt like the music was blaring.
"Dean!" Holly suddenly shouted releasing her built up frustration.
Dean quickly turned the music down startled by Holly's abrupt outburst. "Could you turn the music off?! I can't hear myself think!" Holly snapped at him sounding like Dean was the reason why there was no peace in the world.
"Then stop thinking for a minute. Driver choses the music. Passengers shut their cakehole." Dean teased smiling a bit at his comment not grasping the full extent of Holly's irritated state.
Holly gritted her teeth. She was in no mood for jokes. She could not make connections on this case; she was hungry and she had a ponding headache. She was downright cranky.
"Dean just turn the freaking music OFF! I'm sick of hearing the same crap over and over again." Holly snapped bitterly. Obviously, that wasn't the real reason she wanted the music off, but it was a good excuse as any for the moment.
Dean was silent for a beat just long enough to be unnerving. Then sighed and ejected the tape. "What's your problem, Holly? You sound like a two-year-old who needs a nap."
Holly's head snapped up glowering at the back of Dean's head.
"And you sound like an asshole." Holly shot back immaturely huffing a bit as she folded her arms across her chest leaning back in the seat. Perhaps she was more irritated that Dean's statement was not far from the truth.
"Maybe you should just lay down for a bit." Sam suggested finding Holly to be unwelcomed company at the moment. Clearly agreeing with Dean about her needing a nap. This made Holly's blood boil. Anything they said was just feeding into her anger.
"Maybe you should mind your own business." Holly couldn't believe she said that one after it escaped her lips. She did sound downright childish. What was going on with her? It was like her brain took a vacation along with her civility.
"Holly." Dean's voice changed quickly into a deep stern rumble. "I suggest you stop talking."
Holly had to admit it was a good suggestion, but that did not mean she was going to take it. She balled up her fists in frustration at hearing Dean's words.
"Is that a threat?" Holly growled. It was almost like she was looking for a fight. She simply could not keep her mouth shut. All her common sense had decided to leave her. She was starting to think that sleep is important for her if only to save herself from pure stupidity and grumpiness.
"You want it to be?" Dean offered darkly.
Holly glared at the back of Dean's head looking like she was trying to burn a hole through it and practically grinding her teeth in pure annoyance. Sam turned around to glance at Holly. Obviously, not liking what he saw and quickly spoke up.
"Alight, just stop it. We've been in this car for three hours straight and were all getting on each other's nerves. Let's stop somewhere and get something to eat, stretch our legs. There is a town just a couple miles up the road." Sam said trying desperately to keep the peace and be the calming voice of reason. Holly was grateful for it because she certainly was not betting on her irritable self to play peace keeper.
"Fine." Dean grumbled out curtly.
"Yes." Holly said with grumpy enthusiasm she needed to get out of that car before she completely lost it. She was tired, hungry and moody. Food and rest and space was most welcome.
They stopped at a local pub. Holly felt a lot better now that she got something warm in her belly. Before they left, they all made use of the restroom. As Holly was walking out of the pub, she saw Dean leaning against the Impala's hood in a relaxed posture his hands at his sides gripping the metal body. His eyes were straight ahead focusing on the road appearing to be in deep thought as Holly approach him. Holly paused for a moment taking in the man's appearance. He always seemed to have this intensity about him that Holly could never really grasp. It was almost like he was always on edge preparing himself for the inevitable bad that was sure to come. Always ready for something to come along to knock him down. It nearly broke Holly's heart to see her friend like that. She wasn't even sure her thoughts were correct, but whatever his reason it was clear to Holly that it wasn't a good thing nor did it aid in his happiness. She wished she could ease his thoughts somehow, but she wasn't exactly known for putting Dean's mind at ease and Holly found that fact more painful to her heart then she imagined. It bothered her deeply.
It wasn't long before Dean turned to look at Holly feeling her eyes on him. His intense green eyes locked onto hers and she immediately looked down at his boots biting her lip. Dean said nothing and simply waited patiently for Holly speak. Gathering her courage Holly licked her lips and looked up at Dean.
"Dean…I'm sorry for snapping at you. It was uncalled for." Holly apologized feeling he deserved an apology. In all honesty Holly was super embarrassed by her childish behavior. She usually isn't that rude and it made her feel like she had lost control of her emotions which was not only embarrassing, but exposing vulnerabilities and flaws like an open book. Holly was a very private person in that aspect and did not like revealing herself in an undignified manner. It wasn't right and it wasn't her.
Dean looked at her for a moment and sighed his ridged face softening a bit.
"Come here." He graveled out gently taking ahold of Holly's wrist pulling her towards him. He pulled Holly in close to his body and found her breath caught in the throat as she stared at his broad chest only inches away from him. Being this close Holly's senses heightened and she could smell Dean's musky after shave and the faint scent of his leather jacket and the obvious petermint that was escaping from his mouth. Holly could feel his hot breath on top of her forehead as he planted a kiss just on her hairline. He let go of her wrist and wrapped his arm around her squeezing her tightly into his strong body. Holly's head rested right under his chin feeling his chest raise and fall in a steadily rhythm.
"It's alright, sweetheart." He said gently in a deep voice. Holly returned the embrace hesitantly, but very quickly melted in Dean's strong protective arms. Holly was grateful for Dean's understanding and was glad that he had forgiven her so easily. Although Holly did feel a pinch of guilt on her conscience for disobeying him. She was finding it hard to admit it to herself, but it was becoming very clear that she should have gone to sleep last night and that Dean had been right.
Much to Holly's dismay Dean let go and the embrace ended far too quickly for Holly's liking. There was something about Dean's warm muscular arms around her that made her feel protected and oddly kind of special?
"Alright, go on and get in the car." He said spinning her around by her forearm and giving her bottom a small swat to get her moving. Holly arched her back a little at the unexpected spank. The swat stung slightly. Of course, Dean's swats always stung, he'd never given her a swat that was light enough not to produce a sting much to Holly's chagrin, but it was not punishing. It was almost playful and had done it simply because he wanted to not because she had done something wrong. Holly turned around to look at him with an upset face, but did not succeed. Dean lips turn up into a small smile at the face Holly was giving him. Dean found it humorous that in all of Holly's fighting spirit spanking was the one thing that pushed her guard down and opened her up like a book to read. One little swat and her attention was unyielding. He dipped his head down slightly trying to hide the smirk that was forming on his face unsuccessfully, of course. He gave Holly a knowing look then turned towards the driver door while Holly just watched him. She was just dying to know what that man was thinking and did not really like the look he gave her. Holly's thoughts rabbled in her head and quickly came to the conclusion that perhaps Dean gave her that swat to reiterate the idea that he was in charge which made Holly's blood boil at that thought. It wasn't long till Holly followed suit and got in the back seat her thoughts jumbled with curiosity and confusion.
Or maybe he just wanted to. Holly rolled her eyes scolding herself for thinking too much on the subject. Dean took up way too much of her thoughts and made a mental note to rectify that. One swat. One touch. Hell, one look and it made Holly's mind go into a whirlwind of crazy. This man was pushing her to the border line of insanity.
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After some convincing by Sam, Holly and Dean agreed to stop driving and get a hotel for the night. Once they booked a room, they grabbed some dinner. It was only 6pm and Holly thought it would be a great time to bring up her idea. She was thinking about it all day and wanted desperately to get in some shooting practice. She was worried about getting slow. Her confidence in her combat skills were lessening and found it to be important to be ready for anything. Over the past few weeks she's been reading, quizzing and practicing all she could so she could be better. Holly had become consumed by the hunting world more then she realized and found herself seriously desiring to improve on everything. She found saving lives not only something that had to be done, but her purpose and she was going to, with the best of her ability, save as many people as she could. She may not have been able to save her sister, but now she has the skills to save everyone else and that's just what she intended to do. However, she found herself and her well-being to be irrelevant at times perhaps not completely thinking things through like she should, but her mind was too far lost in the things she wished to accomplish to see anything else.
"I really need to practice. It's been at least three weeks since the last time we practiced." Holly declared pleading her case.
Dean put his beer down and leaned back in his chair regarding Holly who was giving him a hopeful look. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was only a little past five thirty.
"Sure, getting in a few shots won't hurt." Dean declared nodding in agreement actually looking quite pleased that Holly had asked. Dean usually was all for practicing and keeping sharp on training. "What'd you do say, Sammy?" He asked looking towards his brother his arms crossing over his chest in a relaxed manner leaning back in the chair.
"Sure." Sam said shrugging his shoulders seeming to not mind at all.
Holly smiled in relief glad that they had agreed with her, she was eager to brush up on her firearms skills. Although she did feel a bit groggy and weak adrenaline was kicking in, but she pushed her feeling of tiredness out of her mind and found a wave of false energy flood into her body. Despite the warning creeping into the back of her mind, Holly ignored it. She was fine.
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They found a wooded area not far from the hotel where they decided to practice. It was discreet and quiet. There was a small patch of open land where they could practice without being disturbed or questioned by anyone. Sam, Dean and Holly did their usual set up. Dean had a methodical way of going about practicing shooting something his dad had taught him regarding safety and effectiveness when training. Apparently, it was quite successful considering Sam and Dean continued in the very same manner every single time not skipping one step.
After setting up the area with clear targets. They all went through quite a few rounds. Holly focused on firing with the 9mm Glock which she felt the most comfortable using instead of Dean's Smith and Weston gun that kicks like hell. Last time it nearly flung out of her hand so she stuck with the Glock. After for at least an hour Holly was finding her body become very weak and her eyes become exceedingly heavy. Not wanting Sam or Dean to see her dosing off opted to go sit on the Impala while they finished up. She sat on the hood allowing her feet to dangle as she leaned her hands back behind her to place her palms on the metal. This was when she realized the Glock was still in her hands. She really should have put it down, but she had emptied the clip so she did not find it to be harmful if she kept it in her hand. Holly titled her head back feeling the cool afternoon air blow across her face and through her hair, enjoying the crispness of the wind allowing herself to relax for a minute. However, that minute was very short lived because just as Holly rolled her neck downwards, she caught a glimpse of one of the biggest ugliest looking spiders she had ever seen crawling up her left thigh. Holly did what any amphibian hater would do. She screamed bloody murder.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
However, not only did she scream she swiped at it. And not only did she swipe at the spider, she swiped at it with the Glock in her hand.
BANG!
The gun had gone off. Holly jumped to her feet at the sudden unexpected sound then stood frozen in pure fear and shock. Sam and Dean hit the ground in automatic response to the unknown shot that was fired. Holly stared stupidly at the gun in her hand like it had done something it wasn't supposed to do. She could have sworn she emptied the clip, but it was apparent she had not. It wasn't long till Sam and Dean stood up obviously finding out the source of where the shot came from seeing Holly staring at her gun with her mouth gaped. Dean growled as he marched over to her laying his feet heavily into the ground. Once he reached her and he saw that she was unharmed immediately snatched the gun out of her hand released the clip and pushed the slide back to make sure the gun was no longer loaded. It was obvious Holly lost count of how many bullets were left. Once he was sure the gun was empty, he reached around Holly and placed the gun on the hood of the Impala with an ominous thud.
He then squared his body to so he was directly in front of her giving her a fierce glare that made Holly's heart stop. She was still dumbfounded at what had occurred and her mouth was still gaped in shock. "Uh…" Was all she managed to say as Dean continued to burn a hole into her face.
"What. Happened?" He bit out angerly clearly trying hard not to explode. His teeth were clenched and his jaw as tight. A good indication that he was absolutely pissed at her.
"It…It went off." Holly said blinking a bit still getting over the shock of what had happened.
"Yeah we kind of figured that when we heard the crack over our heads." Dean growled sarcastically not in the least bit humored.
"Why were you holding the gun?" Sam asked sterner than Holly expected surprising her by his tone. Her heart was sinking by the minute. She definitely didn't need them both to be pissed at her. Dean was plenty.
"We were practicing shooting." Holly stating the obvious, but knew very well that is not what Sam was trying to get at with his question.
"He means what were you doing holding the gun away from the target area." Dean explained in irritation pointing harshly towards the designated area his eyes never leaving Holly.
Holly remained silent for a moment. As she tried to collect her thoughts, she found it a bit difficult to concentrate, but the more she thought, the more stupid her actions were appearing to her. She knew about firearm safety exceedingly well. Dean had pounded it into her head, but tonight she just wasn't thinking properly and now she looked like a fool because of it. It wasn't because she thought safety wasn't important, she was simply tired. In fact, she was exhausted and her luck of pushing through things had run out.
"Tell me, Holly because I'm just dying to know what the hell you were thinking…if at all." Dean spat clearly getting more irritated by the minute.
Holly cringed at Dean's harsh words.
"I…I thought I'd used up all the rounds in the magazine." Holly stated honestly her face flushing with shame. It was becoming very apparent that she wasn't thinking and embarrassment started to fill her body.
Dean threw his hand up in the air in frustration. "Are you serious? Do I have to take you back to gun basics 101? You always assume your firearm is loaded and you keep your finger off the trigger until you are ready to fire. What was your finger doing on the trigger?" He asked looking at her with utter disbelief showing his immense disapproval at her actions.
"There…there was a big spider." Holly said biting her lip averting her eyes to the ground away from the censorious glare making her feel immensely younger than her age. She knew Dean would not like her reason and was dreading the confrontation that was sure to come.
"A spider?" Dean questioned dryly with a clear tone of irritation.
Holly clenched her jaw and rolled her eyes. "Yes, a big ass spider that was crawling up my leg. It was huge! It scared me and I swiped at it. I guess I accidently put my finger on the trigger when I swiped at it. I really didn't mean to it was an accident." She tried to explain it as straightforward as she could so Dean would stop questioning her like a police detective and looking at her like she was senseless. It was a complete accident.
Dean rubbed a hand over his face in frustration his eyes narrowing in on her.
"You do not use the gun for anything else except to shoot. It is not a flyswatter." He stated clearly and firmly in a way that almost sounded like he was scolding a child that didn't know any better.
"I know, Dean." Holly growled at the patronizing way he was putting things. "It was an accident and I'm sorry."
"One of us could have gotten seriously hurt or killed by your accident." He said sternly looking at Holly with not only anger, but disappointment. And that went straight to her heart.
Holly swallowed hard as her throat became extremely dry and unmistakable tears started to line her eyes as the realization of the extension of her thoughtlessness hit her. What Dean was saying was true, someone could have definitely gotten hit. "I...I'm really sorry." Holly chocked out looking at the ground again. She really was sorry.
Dean sighed letting out a breath of hot air through his nostrils. "What's going on with you, Holly? You're not usually this careless when it comes to weapons." Dean stated genuinely wanting to know what was going on in Holly's mindHHh. His eyes held concern for her and looked at her for an explanation. It was clear did want to understand.
"I…I don't know. I guess I'm just tired. I didn't get any sleep last night." Holly said honestly keeping her head down avoiding Dean's eyes.
"What do you mean? You went to bed." Dean said confused thinking it couldn't be that.
Holly's head snapped up at his words realizing what she had just confessed. Her eyes were wide and written with worry and fear. Her face had all but condemned her. She watched Dean's expression changed from confused to infuriated. Her heart began to pound furiously in her chest. Her brain was not functioning properly due to her lack of sleep and her mouth betrayed her. Idiot. She felt like smacking her palm against her forehead.
"Did you not?" Dean growled already knowing the answer tipping his head down slightly. His eyes were burning into Holly angrily like she had committed the ultimate sin, which to Dean, was disobeying him.
Holly's mouth was once again gaped and stumbled over her words as she fought to release them from her lips. "I…I couldn't sleep and…the…the research was all I could think about…" She said desperately trying to explain herself hoping to somehow lessen Dean's angry with reason. Why she thought that would work was beyond her.
"So, let me get this straight. Not only did you disobey my order to go to bed last night. You took it upon yourself to do more research, overworking yourself to exhaustion, then decided it was a good idea to practice shooting resulting in one of us almost getting shot, all because you did not sleep when I told you to. Does that sound about right, Holly? Or am I missing something?" Dean asked scowling deeply at her like an unyielding statue. His voice was unmistakably sarcastic which to Holly was very patronizing and irritated her to on end, but the truth remained that she certainly had done something stupid and was greatly regretting it.
Holly bit down on her bottom lip hard making it disappear from view. Yep that sounded like everything. She should have just gone to sleep when he had told her to, but she just couldn't.
"I'm sorry Dean. I just couldn't sleep. If I hadn't got up, I would have been awake anyways staring at the ceiling all night thinking about it." Holly tried to explain her reason for staying up hoping Dean would at least understand why.
"You would have fallen asleep eventually. You chose to disobey me." Dean stated deeply not finding Holly's excuse justifiable.
Holly lifted her head glaring at Dean annoyed that he couldn't just recognize her point of view. Holly felt she should give up hope of Dean ever becoming reasonable. He never looked at things from her perspective or even tried to see her side of things, granted she wanted him to agree with her for obvious reasons, but he never wavered from his ideas and remained annoyingly consistent. At least he was predictable in that aspect Holly thought, but then again, he never ceased to surprised her in some ways. The man was incomprehensible and Holly did not understand it. To Dean things were black and white, but not to Holly and she never disappointed to say what she thought.
"When I go to sleep is my business, Dean, not yours." Holly said brazenly. She didn't want to fight, but she couldn't keep her mouth shut either. Being that a flaw or a virtue, she was going to get her words in and Dean was going to listen to them.
"It most definitely is my business. Lack of sleep leads to carelessness and mistakes. You cannot be careless when handling a firearm, Holly. And you most definitely were. You lied to me and you disobeyed me leading to one of us almost being shot!" Dean shouted the last sentence making Holly jump at his booming voice. It was apparent that Dean was very upset with Holly and she knew from experience that she was, in the most simplest terms, in big trouble.
Dean ran his fingers through his hair looking down at the ground breathing in and out heavily like he was trying to gain control of his temper. Then he looked up at Holly with a severe sternness that stilled Holly like a statue. His face was not pleasant to say the least.
"You." Dean growled pointing a demanding finger at Holly taking a step closer towards her. Holly took a step back instinctually licking her lips trying to keep her face unmoved by the increased uneasiness she was feeling in the pit of her stomach. Dean ducked down slightly so that he was more eye level with Holly. His green eyes danced with built up frustration as he stared into hers. "Are going to sit your ass down in the car while we pack up. Then we'll go back to the hotel and you and I are going to have a serious conversation about sleep, gun safety and disobedience…"
Despite Holly's nervousness of the situation she found herself becoming more annoyed at his demands and her unwillingness to submit won over her intimidation of the Hunter. "Are you going to actually talk to me like a civilized person or are you just going to…?" Holly's voice was clipped clearly showing her annoyance. However, she found she could not finish the sentence and end up swallowing the word instead. It was clear that she worried about her fate.
Dean raised a mocking eyebrow. "Spank you?" He asked knowing very well that she had trouble expressing the word and was all too eager to finish her question. She was uncomfortable about it. Good. He had no desire to make her feel comfortable about how much trouble she was in.
"You can bet your ass on that Holly." Dean said forebodingly giving Holly a look that showed full intent and no sympathy. Not only was he implying that she was deserving, but that she needed it. Dean's declaration to spank her made Holly's built up nervousness and frustration explode.
"Are you freaking kidding me? It was an accident! You have no right!" Holly shouted angry at Dean's declaration. It was utterly ridiculous and highly unfair. It was a mistake, why can't he just let it go? Dean never could just talk it out when it came to unfortunate mistakes made. He always had to get physical. Perhaps he thinks he can better express his displeasure or he thinks it's the best way to get through to Holly. It really didn't matter Dean's reason behind it, Holly only saw it as male testosterone driven idiocy.
"What you did was dangerous Holly. Reckless and thoughtless. You put everyone's safety in jeopardy, including your own, just because you didn't want to go to bed and get some much-needed sleep. You're getting a spanking." His words were firm and final. His face was unyielding holding a scowl that would have grown men taking a step back. However, Holly was not a grown man, she was a grown woman that was full of adrenaline and distain for being told what to do. Her nostrils flared angrily at Dean's words and plastered on a scowl of her own.
"Yes, I made a mistake, but things happen. And no one got hurt. This time you'll just have to get over it, okay? I'm done. I'm done with your high and mighty attitude thinking it's your responsibility to correct me like a child. This may come as a shock to you, Dean Winchester, but it isn't. I'm sick of it and as far as I'm concerned you can just suck it. I am not getting in the stupid car just so you can fulfill your narrow- minded testosterone barbarism when we get back to the hotel." Holly spat the words crossly definitely crossing her arms over her chest angrily frowning at Dean as she clenched her jaw tightly. She was infuriated and way past over tired.
It had been a good long while since Dean had full on spanked her. Sure, he had given her swats, but it has been at least a good solid three to four months since and this time Holly was determined to keep that streak going. She was putting her foot down and was determined for this punishment not to happen. Perhaps it was because Holly had not been spanked for months and she was liking the idea of not being punished or she simply forgot that Dean's a determined unrelenting blockhead. For whatever the reason, what Dean said next nearly knocked the wind out of Holly's sails.
"You want it here?" Dean asked ominously in a deeply stern voice that made Holly's breath catch in her throat. He raised his brow at her in a challenging manner. "I've got no problem giving it to you right here, right now if that's what you want. Do not test me."
TBC
Poor Holly.
Question: Think she'll get in the car? Would you? 😉
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I'm really debating about Holly and Dean's relationship and where it should go.
I'm hoping to have Part 2 posted at least by next week. So not too long. Hang tight.
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