The Normal Date – Part 3

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WARNING: This chapter contains descriptive SPANKING of an adult female by an adult male. If this offends, do not read. There is swearing as well.

Holly took a long shower feeling absolutely miserable. She blew it big time. Now she not only put herself in danger yet again, but she blatantly dismissed Dean, putting her trust in a stranger. Dean warned her, but she did not listen. Her heart was aching over her tremendously poor decisions she made.

What was the matter with her? She doesn't want to be this way; she doesn't want to hurt Dean or Sam. In fact, she wanted them to be happy because she cared about them. However, she was slowly beginning to realize that it was herself that she cared so little about. Ever since the loss of her sister, she seemed to be changing into someone who lacked self-worth. Of course, she wanted to live, but she was also at peace with dying if fate would have it. It was like she was balancing on the fence not swaying one way or the other. This indifferent feeling was odd and it made Holly somewhat sick with herself for being this way. She did want to live, she did, but it just wasn't as powerful a feeling as it should be; like it used to be. She didn't understand it, all she knew was there was an emptiness inside that was taking away from the person she used to be.

Holly sat on the springy mattress pushing her back against the headboard and pulling her knees up to her chest wrapping her arms around them in a protective manner. Holly glanced over at the door wishing Dean would just come back already and get it over with. She knew a spanking was coming for sure, it was absolute and there was nothing Holly could say or do that would change that fact. There was not one time she ever got Dean to change his mind. Although, she always held out a small glimmer of hope that maybe she could get out of it, a habit that she had never broken ever since she was a young girl. Even though she had that hope it did not make waiting for the Hunter any easier. She felt her bottom clench at the thought of Dean's large calloused hand smacking down on her rear again. She swallowed knowing that Dean probably had no desire to go easy on her either.

Holly was extremely sorry for what she did and she was angry with herself for being the way that she was. She wanted to change, but she wasn't sure if she could. Already having a low option of herself, she found it hard to picture herself in a better light especially when she was screwed up so badly. What could she say to Dean to make it better? She knew what Dean wanted her to do, but it seems she was destined to just disappoint. Holly felt her throat become tight and an overwhelming feeling of despair consumed her.

Sam walked out of the bathroom looking much more like himself without all that Vampire blood on him. He did not look at Holly, he simply threw his dirty clothes in the trash bag to be washed. He grabbed the magazine that was sitting on the night stand in between the beds and laid down acting like it was just any other night. Holly fidgeted feeling awkward knowing Sam knew she was in for a spanking as soon as Dean came back. After a long while Holly couldn't take the silence anymore.

"You think Dean'll be back soon?" Holly asked softly blinking over at Sam.

Sam looked up at Holly with an unreadable expression that she was positive wasn't sympathetic. "I don't know."

"Are you going to leave when he gets back?" Holly asked wanting reassurance that she would have privacy.

Without taking his eyes off the magazine Sam replied. "No."

Holly's heart began to race and her cheeks blushed profusely. "What?! Why not?!" She demanded both shocked and upset.

Sam suddenly slapped the magazine down on the nightstand and sat up to face Holly. He had an unrecognizable scowl on his face that made Holly swallow pulling her head back slightly. "Because I am tired, Holly. I just killed two Vampires tonight and I don't feel like going anywhere." Sam's voice was firm and there was no doubt who his irritation was directed at. Holly was somewhat shocked, not expecting this from him. Of course, she didn't expect him to be happy, but not this angry.

Holly's face was a bright red by now as embarrassment was consuming her.

"And I'll tell you one thing, Holly, if Dean wasn't able to spank you tonight. I would strongly be considering it myself." Sam growled sternly as he grabbed his magazine once again laying back down on the bed to continue reading.

Holly felt her jaw drop in astonishment as sense of dread began to wash over her at hearing Sam's declaration. Holly felt a stab of betrayal at hearing Sam's crushing words. He was supposed to be the reasonable one who was on her side, but this time it was clear that Sam was not even close to being on her side. She knew what she did was wrong, but Sam suggesting that he would even consider spanking her too made Holly's heart break with sadness. She needed Sam to be reasonable, to be companionate, to be just…normal. Holly felt her throat go raw as tears began to line her eyes.

"Don't, please, not you. You're not like that." Holly's voice shook a little bit as she spoke softly.

"I may be more patient than Dean, but there comes a point when even I've had enough. You are not a normal citizen and soon as you come to terms with that the better. You need to be more cautious and stop thinking that nothing can go wrong because it can and it will. Just like it did tonight and I don't know about you, but I don't want a repeat of that." Sam's voice was very stern bringing back the parental voice he used at the bar when he said her full name. It seemed that Holly not only pissed off Dean, but Sam to, to the point where he was acting uncharacteristically like Dean.

Before Holly could respond the door opened and Dean came in shutting the door behind him firmly. Without giving Holly one glance in her direction Dean shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it on the bed next to Sam. He continued toward the kitchen taking determined purposeful strides. He grabbed the back of one of the kitchen chairs and dragged it behind him into the bedroom area placing the chair directly in front of Holly's bed. Holly watched his methodical movements with wide eyes. He sat down in the chair leaning forward a bit putting his elbows on his thighs. He looked down at the floor for a long moment rubbing his palms together appearing to either be thinking or still trying to calm down. After what seemed like a long moment to Holly, Dean let out a deep breath through his nostrils then turned his head up towards Holly. Holly's breath caught in her throat as his green eyes glistened up at her, giving her a fiercely stern look that clearly stated 'you better come over to me.' Holly was never very good at submitting and there was no doubt Dean knew it. He lifted his arm off his thigh and crooked a finger forebodingly not saying a word.

Holly swallowed feeling her brows raise up to her forehead. She felt anxiety begin to consume her body and responded with a nonverbal queue of her own. She slowly shook her head side to side. She could not get her body to move, even if she tried, she was sure that her legs would protest. Dean was all ready to spank her this very minute while Holly was not ready in the slightest. Dean's face grew stiffer and his jaw muscle twitched slightly as he clenched his teeth together. His eyes showed a flash of annoyance at Holly's response. He always got annoyed when Holly didn't come over to him willingly, but this time it seemed different like his patience was balancing on the edge of a knife. Holly saw this, but just couldn't bring herself to walk over to the man who was going to burn her ass like there was no tomorrow. It also didn't help that Dean was intimidating as hell. Dean's black t-shirt clung to his body just enough to see his defining shape. His muscular arms were displayed looking strong and stiff as ever. If his strong thick muscular body and icy stare wasn't daunting enough, the fact that Dean's face and hair were speckled with Vampire blood made it down near impossible to approach the man. And even though it appeared Dean had washed his hands; his hands were tinted red with blood stains.

"We gonna do this the hard way?" Dean growled out deeply in his throat.

"Y-You still got blood on you. Shouldn't you shower first?" Holly highly suggested wanting to delay the inevitable for as long as possible.

Dean's eyes flashed with aggravation. He had no desire to take shower right now and wanted to get this over with.

"Holly, you have exactly five seconds to get your butt over before I absolutely lose it. I'm not playing this game with you. Come. Here." His voice was demanding and stiff. His voice had every indication that he was at his limit with her and his tone was full of warning like he was on the brink of losing it.

Holly felt her lip quiver and her heart drop in misery. She shyly turned her head to look over at Sam who simply raised an eyebrow at her. An immediate blush spread over Holly's cheeks. She would get no help from Sam this time, but what did she expect after the man declared that he would consider spanking her if Dean didn't. She had no support and no one to comfort her.

"I'm sorry Dean! It wasn't supposed to happen like this!" Holly practically wailed feeling both frustrated and distraught.

"You're right it wasn't supposed to happen like this and it wouldn't have if you just listened to ME!" Dean practically shouted the last word emphasizing again the fact that Holly chose to trust someone else.

"I would listen to you, Dean, if you went about things differently…if you were nicer about it…" Holly tired to explain her actions, but she was cut off immediately.

"Nicer? Are you freaking kidding me? How nice was I supposed to be about it?" Dean growled in questioning frustration. He was looking at her like she was unbelievable or deliberately trying to piss him off.

Holly was feeling her temper rise at being cut off. It was clear that Dean did not want to listen to her. She was trying to explain to him a way to get through to her and all he was doing was dismissing her feelings as ridiculous nonsense. It wasn't nonsense to her and for someone whose accusing her of not listening. He is doing a pretty piss poor job at it himself.

"You could have started by not lying about my age. Saying I was 16 was ridiculous and cruel." Holly declared feeling her emotions rise recalling the embarrassment and hurt she felt.

"Well you act like it enough. It seemed to just fit at the time." Dean responded throwing his words at Holly not seeming in the least bit sorry.

That comment stung Holly's heart immediately and her hurt turned swiftly into anger. How dare he say that? Holly did act immature at times, but she was far from a 16-year-old mentality and it was safe to say that Dean wasn't exactly the model of maturity either.

"Bullshit, Dean." Holly spat anger clear in her tone. "You only said that just to sabotage my night. You could have made up something positive about me, but instead you wanted to make me out as a manipulative child who is a lair. You were cruel to do that." Holly had every intention of furthering the conversation and come to an understanding, but Dean had other ideas.

Dean glared at Holly a narrowing his green eyes at her looking absolutely frightening.

"I had one goal." He said in an excessively deep serious voice that made Holly's heart stop. "And that was to get you out of that bar. Forgive me for not doing it nicely, but I'm just the mean son of bitch who likes to keep you breathing. So, you better get off that attitude of yours because you are in position to be arguing with me. You got one hell of a spanking coming and I'm three seconds away from showing what happens when you don't come over to me. One."

"Dean!" Holly shouted in frustration and misery.

There was no way she wanted to find out what happens because she was pretty sure Dean had no intention of being reasonable. Her imagination went wild with possibilities and every single one of her thoughts lead her to the same conclusion of being utterly humbled and very sore. She was sorry for what she did, really sorry, but that did not mean she thought she deserved a spanking. Hell, she never did. But she could not think of a way out of this. She could run which never worked. She could try to reason with him (HA!). She could turn on the water works and beg for mercy (Uh, hell no). She could fight him, but didn't hold too much hope of winning. What could she do?! She could actually just come over to him, but her pride kept telling her that would be when hell freezes over.

"Two." Dean stood up from his chair looking down right menacing. Holly's breath caught in her throat as her heart began to race.

"Holly, just get up and take it. It'll be over quicker." Sam chimed in looking both frustrated and concerned at Holly.

Holly narrowed her eyes at Sam. Holly was feeling quite bitter towards Sam for the things he said to her earlier and was not fond of his suggestion. "No, I'm not just going to take it…" Holly declared firmly.

Suddenly, she felt a large stiff hand grab a hold of her bicep tightly. Holly's heart nearly jumped out of her chest and for a moment she forgot to breathe. She did not even see him approach her.

"Wanna bet?" Dean growled forebodingly; his tone full of aggravation.

Holly must have looked pretty stupid at the moment because her jaw dropped and her eyes were bugged out like saucers looking up at Dean who wasted no time in pulling the shocked woman to her feet.

"Dean let go!" Holly growled trying to jerk her arm free form his tightening grip. In response, Dean shoved his boot against the mattress pushing it off revealing a small portion of the box spring. He slammed his boot onto the solid box spring with an aggressive thud. Then with so little effort, it was exceedingly embarrassing for Holly, Dean jerked her over his knee. Holly gasped as her stomach hit Dean's solid muscular thigh. Holly hung over his knee in the air having absolutely no support except for the strong arm that pushed down on her back making her stomach cut deeper into his ridiculously thick thigh even more. Her legs were dangling a good foot off the floor and her arms were unable to reach the carpet. She felt like a helpless animal caught in a snare trap. Holly instinctually grabbed on to Dean's leg for support. All the blood was rushing to her head. She was incredibly uncomfortable and the unusual position was extremely awkward. She could feel her boxer shorts ride up as Dean tugged slightly up on her waistband reveling the bottom of her cheeks. Holly responded somewhere between a whine and a growl. Then Holly felt a small swoosh of air then a god-awful stinging smack right in the center of where she sits. Holly let out a surprised squeak jerking her body up completely dumbfounded at just how much that one smack stung. She swore there had to be a visible red hand print on her bottom. Another one followed. Holly squeezed her eyes and mouth shut stiffening her body and clenching her cheeks to try to alleviate the pain which was proving utterly useless. When the next swat fell on the right side of her sit area, she could not hold back a response.

"OW, Shhhhhit." Holly hissed gritting her teeth.

The swats she was being given were HARD and they weren't letting up, in fact, Holly could have sworn he was spanking harder at each one.

"You're spa-spanking me too hard, Dean!" Holly protested angrily.

Dean did not say a word and just continued to spank Holly letting his hand fall down on her sit spots alternating from left to right. Holly kicked and cried out at every single swat. Just when Holly thought it couldn't get much worse Dean suddenly brought his palm down rapidly spanking her faster, but just as hard.

"Ahhhh, NO, G-Goddammmmn it! OWWWW! Sssstoooppp! Oh God, p-please!"

The sting on her bottom was becoming unbearable and Holly knew there was not much more she could take before tears would well up in her eyes. Luckily for Holly, Dean stopped and abruptly grabbed Holly's waist band and slide her off his knee. Holly's chest was rising and falling as her adrenaline kicked in during the spanking. Dean removed his foot from the box spring while Holly kept her eyes on the carpet and her hands on her backside. It was a prickling sting that was lingering painfully. Her bottom felt like a heating pad. Dean grabbed her chin and lifted it up so that Holly's eyes were on him. His face was stiff and firm while his eyes were scolding.

"You done being difficult?" Dean asked in a deep rumble.

Holly swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded slowly feeling severely chastised. Dean was not only intimidating, but he was downright scary.

"Then let's get this over with." He said a bit softer with a hint of dismay in his tone.

Wait, What?!

"You already spanked the shit out of me! That freaking hurt. You can't be serious?" Holly exclaimed in both shock and dread. Her butt was on fire and it ached terribly. She seriously didn't want anymore. He didn't spank her for that long, but it was highly effective considering how he went about it. In her mind that was enough, but Dean apparently thought otherwise.

"Oh, I'm serious. That right there…was your stubborn ass getting exactly what you asked for. I'm not going to wait around till you decide you're ready to face the music. You, are not calling the shots. I am. And the sooner you come to terms with that the sooner you can sit down again." Dean's eyes were hard showing no amount of sympathy. Holly knew he was fed up with her not listening to him right away and her not coming over to him was the last straw.

Holly's jaw tightened as she glared at him giving him a disapproving look. The lack of control she had in this was both infuriating and terrifying. Holly hated not being in control and it scared her to no end. That was one of the big reasons she hated being spanked, not to mention it was embarrassing and painful.

Controlling Dickwad. Although Holly was itching to express herself, she didn't dare say it. She was practically gridding her teeth trying to gain control of her temper. She had no desire to give Dean a reason to spank her more then she already had coming. Her bottom was on fire and if that was any indication of how Dean was feeling she didn't want any part of it.

Dean grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the chair. Holly pulled back against him as an automatic reaction, not wanting to get her ass spanked again, but as always it turned out to be useless. Holly was on the brink of tears, but didn't have too much time to comprehend much before Dean sat down and tossed Holly over his knee once again. Holly reached forward to stop herself from hitting the floor. Dean shifted her on his lap a bit and without warning Dean grabbed ahold of Holly's waist band and pulled both her boxer shorts and panties down in one swift yank.

Holly's eyes widened in terror and furry feeling the cold air hit her exposed backside. She was not expecting that to come so soon. She shrieked immediately in response and reached back to cover herself, but Dean blocked her arm preventing her from reaching her bottom.

"NO!" Holly yelled loudly wiggling and fighting to get off the Hunter's lap, but Dean just calmly pressed harder on her back pinning her close to him. "You son of bitch! Let me go! SAM! Get out!" Holly screamed knowing Sam was on the bed probably having a full view of her naked backside. Holly tired to lift her torso to see if she could see him leaving, but was pushed down immediately by Dean. To Holly's somewhat satisfaction, she saw Sam's large legs walk into her view towards the kitchen giving Holly some privacy. At least he had the decency to do that, but that did not lessen Holly's embarrassment one bit. The room was small and the "privacy" Holly was being given was severely lacking.

Dean placed his warm calloused palm on Holly's reddened bottom making her flinch in response stiffening her body preparing for the spanks that were sure to come swiftly. However, Dean did not spank her right away instead he kept his palm resting on the center of her cheeks staring at the back of her head for a moment.

"Despite what you think, I hate spanking you." Dean graveled out in a serious tone.

Holly snorted. "Coulda fooled me." Holly grumbled out bitterly not feeling very generous towards the man who had her bare bottom up over his knee.

Dean let out a heated breath ignoring Holly's comment. "Like I told you before. I do what works and if spanking is what gets you to pay attention to your safety, even for one-fucking-day, I'll do it." His voice was deep and very serious.

And with that Dean raised his hand over her backside bringing it down swiftly and firmly alternating from cheek to cheek watching Holly's red bottom bounce and jiggly with every spank. Holly hissed and moaned at the unbearable sting on her already sore backside making the pain immediate and unrelenting. Dean was peppering her bottom with strong spanks that made her legs jerk up in response gripping onto Dean's leg for dear life. Holly's eyes began to line with tears and her throat burned from trying desperately to hold her emotions back.

The pain she was feeling was not just the physical pain of the spanking, but the emotional pain of screwing up once again. She knew Dean was right. He did know better and she was way too stubborn for her own good. But worst of all was the fact that she hurt the man who, despite all the times she's screwed up, has never given up on her. He does everything he can to ensure her safety, granted in not the most sophisticated or conventional way, but it's what he knows and it's a part of the rough man that he was. Dean was Dean and she accepted him, flaws and all, for who he was. However, that didn't mean that Holly was going to turn into a submissive robot for him. That's just not who she was and being spanked was something she was sure she would never get used to nor agree with. But she understood him and there was this odd feeling of respect towards the man which confused and frustrated Holly to no end. The man was burning her ass six ways to Sunday and she was respecting him? What was wrong with her? Holly couldn't wrap her head around her feelings and began to feel anger toward herself for her conflicting thoughts. Was she just stupid or was she….in love?

A particularly hard spank to her sensitive flesh answered her question. No, there was no way, she was just stupid.

The pain was sinking deep into her flesh now and the impending ache was intolerable and soon sobs escaped Holly's lips without her permission.

"I'm…I'm s-sorry." Holly sobbed out feeling utterly subdued.

Holly sobbed pitifully as Dean continued to spank her with out even a pause of acknowledgment. He focused in on her sit spots again making Holly jump and cry out in misery.

"Ahhhh. Owwww. P-please. Owwww!" Holly hated begging, but her emotions were taking hold of her and she was both sore and very sorry. After a moment Holly simply gave up and cried openly over Dean's knees, hoping and praying for the spanking to be over. Her body and emotions were too tired to keep fighting and she did feel horrible about the situation she got everyone into.

Finally, after what seemed like ages, the spanking stopped. Holly continued to cry over Dean's knee holding onto his dirty pants legs. Her braid somehow had come lose during the spanking and her thick brown hair fell around her downturned head like a curtain. Holly sobbed trying to catch her breath and calm down. She could feel her nose running and quickly used the back of her hand to swipe it away not caring much at all about the uncleanliness of it, other feelings were more dominate at the moment. Like the unrelenting lingering sting that was consuming her bottom and the painful ache in her heart. Holly's sobs soon died down into sniffles and long breaths.

Dean stared at the back of Holly's head with a stern, but solemn look on his face patiently waiting for her to calm down. He debated about pulling her pants and panties back into place immediately to restore her dignity, but he quickly decided against it knowing it would be unpleasant against her aching skin. His hand stung tremendously, but like always he ignored it. After a while, his eyes wondered to the woman's punished backside. He eyed it gravely seeing the round reddened flesh twitch and clench in discomfort. He had an urge to rub the tender skin to alleviate the sting and offer some comfort to the punished woman over his knee, but held back deciding it was not his place to touch her like that. That was a very forward thing to do and they were not in a relationship like that. Besides, he just gave her one hell of spanking and if he was being honest with himself, he feared his comforting hand would be rejected swiftly and decided it would be best to leave her be. The punishment was over there was no reason to touch her in that area anymore. If she offered, like that time before, he would be more than willing and grateful for the opportunity, but he wasn't going to take the initiative. Besides, he was still very very angry with her and a part of him wanted her to feel the sting linger because that was part of the punishment that she fully deserved.

Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't taken by Holly's beautiful curved backside staring up at him. He was, in every sense of the word, a man and would prefer to show the woman his hands could be pleasurable. However, this did not mean he was in the mood for any sexually connections right now, despite feeling attracted to Holly, he was not happy with her at the moment. Any sexual desires he was feeling at the present moment did not trump his disappointment in her actions.

Holly wiggled slightly moving her hips side to side on his lap undoubtedly trying to ease her discomfort. Dean watched as he saw Holly reached back to touch her bottom, but only made it to the side of her hip before deciding to drop her hand back to the floor with a pitiful whine.

Dean reached down and grabbed Holly's panties that were now around her ankles. He started to pull them up her legs. When he made it to mid-thigh, he lifted her hips up and pulled them over her tender bottom. Holly hissed and moaned, but said nothing seeming to concentrate on the floor allowing Dean to restore her dignity. Dean went to grab her jeans, but as soon as Holly felt them pull up her calves, she found her voice.

"Don't." She said in a miserable voice sounding exactly like someone who just got spanked.

Dean obliged her and pulled her jeans off all the way throwing them on the near by bed. He took a hold of her biceped and pulled her up to a standing position. Holly backed away a couple steps keeping her eyes to the ground allowing her hair to cover her face. Her hands went straight to her abused backside giving it a comforting rub. Dean stood up slowly and walked over to Holly who was appearing to not want to look him. He waited a few moments before speaking. He half expected her to cuss him out or at least tell him how cruel he was, but then again, she always seemed to have second thoughts about her actions after being over his knee which was favorable considering that was the point.

"Look at me." He graveled lowly.

It took a long moment, but soon two brown doe eyes looked up at him sadly reddened from crying. She appeared to be sorry, but then again, he's heard that many times from her. He often wondered what happened inside her head that makes her so careless toward her safety. Without thinking much about it, Dean pushed Holly's hair back wanted to be able to see her beautiful face. Her face was flushed from the exertion of the spanking and she wore a face of a well punished woman.

Good. At least she'll think twice before ignoring code words and trusting some random fucking stranger. His sympathies for her sore bottom did not extend far. In his mind he felt she deserved it and a little pain in the ass now was better than dead later. That didn't mean he enjoyed it, in fact, he hated it, but his hate for doing it was not nearly as strong as his fear of her dying over some stupid mistakes that could be avoided if the stubborn woman would just listen to him. Dean was used to making hard decisions regarding the people that he cared about and Holly was no exception.

He made a vow to himself a long time ago that she would be safe and he fully intended to keep that promise. He would do whatever it takes and if she hated him for it that was okay. It would hurt him tremendously, but he could live with that. He couldn't live with her dying.

Holly bravely looked at Dean with a hurt expression searching for some sympathy, but to her not so surprise, she found none. That spanking really hurt. She was pretty sure that it was even more painful than the previous spanking she had received and she was almost positive it was because Dean decided to give her two spankings. Apparently, now she can get spanked for not coming over to him quick enough.

If he thinks I'm just going to march over to him and through myself over his knees like some suicidal martyr and say please spank me, sir. He is sadly mistaken.

Although, the ache in her bottom had her definitively regretting not moving her ass fast enough at the time. Two spankings were bullshit, according to Holly's thinking, but it was certainly not worth it.

Not able to bear looking at Dean for too long, Holly averted her eyes back to the floor. "That was harsh." She muttered sadly with an accusing tone.

She heard Dean take in a deep breath and sigh softly.

"Sit." He ordered curtly pointing to the bed.

Holly snapped her head up towards the Hunter shooting him a look of utter shock and dread. He can't be serious? Holly did not want to sit down.

"There is no way in hell I'm going to…" Before Holly could blink Dean swiftly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her into a sitting position on the bed. Once her bottom connected with the firm mattress Holly immediately let out a groan and tried to stand, but Dean's heavy hand pushed her back down.

Holly winced and groaned once again. It was obvious he had no sympathy for her soreness and it made Holly wonder if he would forgive her. Holly shifted and squirmed feeling extremely uncomfortable in her sitting position. Dean simply looked down at her with a sternness she was sure was froze on his face permanently at this point. He crossed his arms over his big muscular chest and glared down at her making Holly swallow wondering for a moment if Dean was finished with her punishment.

"Next time, I tell you "Echo." You listen to me and follow every damn order I give you. I don't care if you don't like it or agree with it. You say 'yes, sir' and you DO IT!" Dean's voice deep and harsh. It was clear he was still very angry about everything and Holly was not off the hook in the slightest.

Holly's breath caught in her throat slightly at his raised voice and simply nodded slowly looking up at the very stern man towering over her.

"And If you ever trust a stranger over me again you better hope to God, I'm possessed because no amount of sorrys is going to keep me from turning you over my knee and spanking you right then and there. Like I said before I got no problem embarrassing you. You do not want to test me any further, Holly because I'm sick and tired of you risking your safety over stupid shit. If Sam and I didn't get to you in time, you would have been turned, Holly, turned into a freaking blood sucking psycho. Do you even understand how close you came to becoming a monster?" Dean was not yelling, but his voice was dark, serious and angry. Holly would be lying if she said she wasn't intimidated.

Holly didn't know what to say. Of course, she knew and she felt horrible about it. The only thing she could think to say was…"I'm-I'm really sorry Dean."

"You can say you're sorry all you want, Holly but it doesn't change what you did. You always make decisions that have absolutely no regard for your safety. I always have to step up and be the controlling asshole who tries to keep you alive. You seem to be trying in everyway to get yourself killed." His voice was raising as he spoke and it appeared like he was working himself up even more. He paused for a moment glaring at Holly his jaw tight and his features hard. Dean bent down slightly so that his eyes were more level with her. A dark shadow passed over Dean's face making Holly physically lean back away from him. The look he gave her was unrecognizable and very daunting.

"You think I'm an asshole now. Keep pushing me and you'll see a whole other side to me that you'd wish you hadn't. I promise you do not want me to get a point where I'm desperate. I'm not a real pleasure to be around and you will absolutely wish you'd listen to me. Now. Have I made myself clear?" He asked deeply his voice rumbling in his throat.

Holly said nothing staring at him wide eyed in fear. If Dean wished to scare her, he had reached his goal. Holly's mouth was open in shock and her mind whirled with thoughts about the Hunter before her and none of them were pleasant. Holly wondered what Dean had meant about another side to him, but then again, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. There was long moment of silence before Dean spoke again.

"Do you need to go back over my knee?" He asked in a voice that Holly swore was two tones deeper than his normally low voice.

"N-no." Holly stammered out quickly. Her bottom ached fiercely and she definitely could not take anymore swats to her poor sore behind.

"Then, do I make myself clear?" He repeated purposefully bending down a bit so that he was closer to her eye level again. He glared right into her eyes like he could see the answer if he looked deep enough into her brown eyes.

"Y-Yes. Yes, sir." Holly said quickly.

"I hope so. Now go to bed." He ordered swiftly jerking a finger towards the bed. Apparently, he was done with Holly for the night and had no desire to be in her company any longer.

Holly just stared up at him again shocked at his abruptness and clear angry that was not leaving his face. Usually after the spanking is over Dean has calmed down and forgiven her, but he was still very angry. Holly was both confused and hurt by the abrupt dismissal of her. She was also very intimidated by Dean's words. He had Holly guessing in fear at his foreboding warning.

There was too much going on in her head for legs to obey her. "Dean…" Holly started to say, but was cut off immediately.

"Holly, do as your told before I lose it." Dean growled through his teeth.

Holly's tears dripped silently down her face and she got up to do as Dean ordered. She wanted to repeat how sorry she was and how she would do better, but Dean did not want to talk. He wanted the conversation to be over and considering her actions tonight she figured she should at least give him that. Not to mention if she spoke another word, she was sure she'd get tossed into bed if not swatted all the way until she was under the covers. Holly got up from the bed with her lip trembling, but her mouth opened on her own accord.

"I'm so sorry, Dean." Holly whispered it, but it was loud enough for Dean to hear it. Turning away from Dean she immediately walked over to the side of the bed to do what she was told. At this point being alone with her thoughts was welcoming to her as her emotions were threating to spill over. Holly gingerly climb into bed on her stomach careful not to connect her backside with anything. She turned her head away from Dean and let the tears silently flow down her cheeks. Her throat was painfully raw from all crying she did over Dean's knee and now it was burning fiercely from her trying to remain silent. This was one of the most horrible nights that she's ever had and she had no one to blame, but herself. She hurt him bad and there was a rifted between them that she wanted to mend, but was unsure how to do it. Almost getting changed by Vampires was not the worst thing that happened tonight. It was the hurt she inflicted on the man she cared about. The man she held great affection for. She had to make it right again. She would do anything to make it right.

After awhile the lamp beside her bed was turned off and she felt the sheets being pulled over her gently. Holly didn't realize it until now that she was getting cold. Holly wondered if it was Sam's kind gesture, but a faint smell of old spice and leather told her that it was the man who was responsible for her sore backside. Holly felt her hair being gently pulled to the side away from her face. She kept her eyes shut remaining perfectly still. Holly felt Dean lean closer to her feeling a brush of his breath over her forehead. Then, to Holly's amazement, she felt Dean carefully kiss the side of her forehead. It took all of Holly's concentration not to fling her eyes open and jump up to face the man. The light touch of his lips to her forehead was all it took to fill Holly's heart with hope and relief. She had the greatest urge to sit up and embrace the man giving him a kiss of her own, but held back knowing Dean probably thought she was asleep and did not want her to know. Then all too soon, she felt Dean move away from her and his scent dissipate. Holly blinked her eyes open and a new tear slid down Holly's face, perhaps he does forgive her after all.

TBC

He does forgive you, Holly.

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