Caden could barely sleep that night. He wasn't entirely sure if it was because of the guilt and fear he felt after the night's events, or the sound of his cousin puking his guts out in the bathroom, but it was probably a combination of both. He kept replaying the look of the G-wolf in his head. His angry, red eyes, his sharp, menacing teeth that were dripping with drool and probably remains of his previous victims, his 8-foot stature that made Caden feel as if he were a tiny ant about to be squashed. He thought of the look on his dad's face when he'd realized Caden had been mere seconds from death. He thought of his eyes, deep green seas of fear, anger, and confusion.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sound at the door. Johnny had come back from the bathroom. He stumbled back into bed and seemed to fall asleep before his head even hit the pillow. Caden looked at his cousin for a moment wondering why he always went along with Johnny's ideas. Most of the time they got in trouble it was for doing something Johnny thought of. He didn't blame Johnny; trouble was more Johnny's nature. He blamed himself for never being strong enough to say no to his cousin. Caden looked at the clock, it was 0230. He knew he would probably be woken early to "talk" about the incident. He sat up, slammed his fist into the pillow a few times, and laid back down, trying to get comfortable. He sighed. He eventually drifted off to sleep.

As suspected, Caden woke to the sun shining in his face as the blinds were practically ripped from the windows at 0600.

"Morning boys!" Came his fathers loud greeting.

Caden sat up and rubbed his eyes.

"Morning, sir." He said groggily.

"Up and dressed in five, you boys have five miles to run." That was from Dean as he walked in the door.

Caden immediately followed his uncle's order.

"Having trouble hearing son?" Dean said to Johnny who was still seemingly asleep.

Johnny slowly turned over. His face was pale, and he was sweaty. Dean touched his forehead.

"Jeez kid, how much did you drink?"

"A lot." Johnny mumbled.

Dean turned to Sam. "Sammy, go get some water." "Johnny," He pointed to his nephew. "Get a wet rag." His voice was stern, but calm.

They came in with the required supplies and Dean made Johnny drink some water and lay with the rag on his forehead. He made sure Johnny was comfortable and told him his punishment would have to wait for now. As Dean headed out of the room, Sam turned to Caden and looked him up and down.

"Well, you look fine, son, so I want you outside running five." He pointed to the door.

"Yes, sir." Caden gave Johnny a small wave and headed outside.

Sam walked over to Johnny's bed.

"You don't leave this room unless you need to use the bathroom."

Johnny looked him in the eyes. "Yes, sir."

Sam left and then Johnny was alone. He couldn't believe how sick he felt. He drank before, but he'd never really gotten drunk until last night. He wondered how much of the night he didn't remember; it was all a little fuzzy. He knows he went to the party, and he remembers his grandfather picking him up off the forest floor, but in between that isn't too clear. He definitely remembers arguing with Caden, but he didn't know why they were fighting. He laid back and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Johnny woke suddenly, the clock read 08:10. Something had woken him up, but it took him a minute to realize what it was. It was the unmistakable sound of huge Winchester hand smacking jean-clad Winchester ass. After a few seconds, small yelps were following the smacks. Caden was getting his ass beat and Johnny had to sit here and listen to it. From the sound of it, Sam was not going easy on Caden. Suddenly the sound changed. The soft, muffled smacks became loud and sharp. Bare. He was getting it on the bare. Johnny put his head in his hands and tried to drum out the sound by humming. Growing up together the boys had seen and heard each other get more whippings than they can count, but that doesn't mean they like it or want to hear it. And right now, Johnny really didn't want to hear it, because he felt responsible for him getting in trouble. It had been Johnny's idea to go to the party and Johnny thought since he drank so much the fight must have been his fault. The sound of the slaps hitting Caden were practically rhythmic, so Johnny didn't notice right away when it stopped. He sat up and it was only for a few seconds before he heard the crack of leather and the howl of his cousin. Johnny blanched. Caden was getting the belt. Much like his hand, Sam spanked the belt with a quick, recurring pattern. Caden must have been hurting because he howled at each stroke and sobbed when his dad had to take a quick break to adjust Caden or the grip on his belt. It only lasted a few minutes, but to Johnny it seemed to last forever. When the lashes stopped Caden still sobbed for a few minutes. He was blubbering apologies to his dad between breaths. Johnny wiped his face and realized he'd been crying too. He laid back down to try to sleep, as he drifted off, he kept seeing an image of red eyes in his head.

Dean woke Johnny at noon with some more water and lunch.

"Dad, no food." Johnny said with disgust.

"Johnny, you need food. It's just soup."

"No, I don't want it."

Dean furrowed his brow. "Johnathon, you will eat this soup, that's an order."

Johnny looked down at the soup and pouted. "Yes, sir."

He took a bite. "So, how are you feeling?" Dean asked.

"A little better." Johnny said. "My headache is gone."

Dean handed the water glass to Johnny. "Here, drink some more water."

Johnny obeyed, and then turned back to his soup.

"You know you scared the hell out of all of us last night?" His dad asked, suddenly looking sullen.

Johnny looked up from his bowl. He didn't expect to get the lecture while eating his soup. "Uh, I- I know dad. I know. I'm sorry."

"I know you're sorry Johnny, but dammit, that's just not gonna cut it every time! When you almost get yourself killed, sorry doesn't cut it!" Dean was close to yelling now and Johnny shrunk back.

Dean stopped and ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath. "You know what, we're gonna talk about this later." He took Johnny's unfinished soup from his hands. "You need to rest."

"Yes, sir."

Johnny laid down as Dean left.

"This time we're fucked."

Johnny practically jumped off the bed. He groaned as his nausea returned from the sudden movement. He hadn't realized that Caden was in the room on his own bed.

"Jesus Caden! You scared the shit out of me. What do you mean we're fucked?"

"I mean, this is the worst, worst thing we have ever done. They're never gonna trust us to be alone again, they're never gonna trust us to hunt again, they're probably gonna board up the window!" Caden was laying on his stomach and buried his head into his blanket.

"C'mon cuz. I know this was bad but it's gonna be okay. Their anger never lasts that long." He thought for a moment. "Why wouldn't they let us hunt?"

Caden looked up at his cousin. "You don't remember?"

"Remember what?"

Caden sat up. "Dude! We almost got killed by a demonic wolf last night! How do you not remember that?" His voice was quiet but full of intensity.

Johnny looked taken aback. "A- We.. we- What? There's no way…" His voiced trailed off as the memories started pouring back into his brain like a massive flood. "Oh my god!" Johnny looked into Caden's eyes. "I'm so sorry! I remember now. You wanted to take the road and I ran into the woods. We almost died because of me!"

Caden looked down. "Yeah, man. We did."

"Why aren't you mad at me?" Johnny sounded surprised.

"I was for a while but, I don't know I guess between being sick and the whipping you have coming, that'll be punishment enough."

Johnny looked down. "I really am sorry, Caden."

Caden sat up and winced as his sore ass touched the bed. He picked up a book from the bed next to him. "I know cuz. Enough of this touchy stuff, you better get some sleep like your dad said before he comes back in here and kicks your ass."

Johnny smiled and climbed back in bed. "You're right." He got under the covers then looked back at Caden. "You just gonna sit there and watch me?"

"Nah." He held up his book. Johnny squinted to see it. "Ecce Romani?"

"Latin." Caden confirmed. "I have the joy of translating it and I can't leave the room until I do."

Johnny rolled over to face the wall. "Sorry, cuz"

Dean came in the boy's room a few hours later. He shook his son's bed. "Johnny! Get up, son!"

Johnny turned and squinted at the light. He let out a big yawn and a "dad?" He sat up and looked around the room. The sun outside was getting low in the sky, it had to be almost evening time. He looked at his cousin who was passed out on his bed with his cheek on the book he had been reading. Then he turned to his dad who was standing just a foot away from him, arms crossed and a scowl on his face. It was almost as if the last 16 hours that Johnny had been resting hadn't helped Dean's anger wear off at all.

"How do you feel?" Dean's voice was soft but low with a hint of a growl behind it.

Johnny thought for a moment. "I feel better, dad."

"Good. Then get up." Johnny crawled out of bed. "We need to have a talk, you and me."

Johnny sighed even though he knew he couldn't avoid his punishment forever. "Yes, sir… here?"

"No." Dean answered. "In the kitchen, I need to keep an eye on dinner."

Johnny left the room with his father on his heels. Dean stopped in the doorway and rapped on the door three times. "CADEN!"

Caden shot up, one of the books pages stuck to his face. His eyes were squinted. "Sir?"

"Don't you have some work you're supposed to be doing?"

"Uh, yes. Sorry, sir."

Dean just gave him a stern look before closing the door behind him and heading into the kitchen to deal with his own son.

Johnny was sitting at the table when Dean came in.

"So," Dean started as he leaned in the door jam, arms crossed. "What happened last night?"

Johnny looked at his father and signed. "I don't totally remember everything dad."

"Well tell me what you do remember." Dean scowled.

"Well, Caden and I snuck out-"

"Again." Dean interrupted.

Johnny looked down. "Yes, sir."

"Eyes up, Johnny!"

Johnny's eyes shot back up to meet his dad's.

"We snuck out because Travis was having a party and we wanted to go. We figured since it was right down the road, we could slip away for a few hours unnoticed. We didn't plan on drinking that much and definitely didn't plan on the demonic wolf being in the woods."

"Sounds like you didn't plan much at all past breaking the rules and leaving the house."

"Well, we did, we were gonna be home by midnight but I-" Johnny stopped.

"You what?"

"I- I got too drunk. Caden tried to get me to leave, and I didn't want to. He also wanted to take the road home because we knew something was in the woods," Johnny looked down. "But I ran into the trees. He was just trying to protect me."

"So, you ran into the woods, unprotected, to hunt what was an unknown supernatural creature to you?"

"Not totally unprotected, I had my knife." Johnny knew it sounded lame even as the words left his mouth.

Dean stepped into the kitchen now. Before he spoke, he took a few deep breaths. "That's your defense? You were armed with a tiny silver knife against AN 8 FOOT MONSTER?"

Johnny shrunk back. "Not- not an excuse, dad. I got no excuse. I know what I did was stupid."

"Yeah, it was stupid! From beginning to end it was really fucking stupid!"

Johnny wasn't used to his dad swearing like that, not in anger. Johnny was a lot like his father. So much so that when Dean got riled up, Johnny often got riled up too and couldn't keep his big mouth shut.

"Okay, dad, I know the drinking and hunting were stupid, but we only snuck out to have some fun! You guys had been working us like dogs for weeks!"

"Are you freaking kidding me? You were working because you were GROUNDED! FOR SNEAKING OUT! And then you go and do the same thing you were grounded for and think it's ok because you've done some extra chores around here as punishment? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?" Dean was in Johnny's face now, almost daring him to backtalk him one more time.

"N- no, sir. I just… I just didn't think it was that big of a deal. Kids sneak out all the time, I bet you did when you were our age."

"This is not about what I did or didn't do when I was a teenager. Yes, I snuck out, and knowing your grandfather I bet you can guess what happened to me each and every time."

Johnny wasn't sure he was supposed to answer, but his dad was looking at him, so he did. "You probably got a whipping, sir, like I'm sure to."

"You got that right, son." Dean took another few deep breaths and walked around the kitchen counter. "Now, about the drinking. How many did you have? You were sicker than I've seen anyone in a long time."

"I don't know dad, really, I lost count."

"Guess."

Johnny blew air through his lips and tried to think back to the night before. "Probably 6 or 7."

Dean nodded. "And the fact that might be a bad idea never occurred to you? You know what alcohol can do to a person, but what, you thought you were invincible? The great Johnny Winchester could never be inebriated? Thought you'd stroll back here and rise without so much as a headache in the morning?"

"No, sir. I wasn't thinking-"

"That's right, you weren't thinking! You had an entire night where you didn't think about one damn thing past your own selfish agenda. You broke rule on top of rule, got your cousin involved, put yourself, Caden and probably everyone else at that party in danger and even now you don't seem to understand the seriousness of your actions!"

"I do, but-"

"NO! No buts, Johnny! You fucked up! Bad! There is no reason or explanation that will ever be good enough! Nothing you can say will justify any of this! You were dead wrong. Beginning, middle, end, dead wrong!" Dean held up his hand as Johnny opened his mouth to speak. "I'm not finished. I can't even begin to express how disappointed I am in you. You made so many terrible, TERRIBLE choices last night, even for you!"

Johnny shut his mouth and tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall.

Dean looked at his son. His tear-filled eyes looked remorseful, but Dean could tell by his scowl and closed off demeanor that Johnny still wasn't understanding the gravity of his actions.

"Get up!" Dean motioned his son up as he grabbed a kitchen chair, brought it to the middle of the kitchen, and sat down. Then he motioned his son over to him. "Maybe a talk with my hand will help you better understand what you put us through last night. Let's go!"

Johnny slowly started walking towards his father. "But- Dad, please-"

"No buts. Get over here. Move!"

Johnny, speeding up his pace, took the last few strides and put himself over his dad's lap. Dean immediately yanked Johnny's pants and boxers down to his knees and started in with hard, fast swats to Johnny's ass. If Johnny had thought his father was going to show him any sort of leniency, he learned right from the beginning that was not the case. Johnny squirmed but Dean held him easily in place with his left hand while spanking with his right. Left cheek, right cheek, over and over until he covered every inch of his son's butt. Then he moved his way down to Johnny's sit spots. Johnny couldn't hold back the yelps that escaped his lips as his father's hand moved lower. He squeezed his dad's leg trying to keep in position even though all his instincts were telling him to jump up and run.

Suddenly Dean stopped. "Why are you being punished, Johnny?"

Johnny sniffled, trying to find his voice. "I snuck out and got drunk!"

"What else?"

"I- I tried to hunt alone and unprepared."

Dean didn't respond but began swatting again, this time much harder than before. Johnny yelled. He didn't know his dad was holding back before, but this new pain was immeasurable.

"We. Never. Hunt. Unprepared!" Each word was followed by a sharp slap to Johnny's thigs. Johnny wailed with each one. His face was now covered in a mixture of tears and snot as his father continued to pepper his backside with large, red handprints.

Dean stopped and shook his hand out with a rumble. "Stand up and get in that corner!"

Johnny stood, still sobbing, and wiped his face with his hands, wiping the snot off on his pants. He stumbled the two feet to the nearest corner and planted his nose there. He didn't know if he was allowed to pull his pants back up, so he just left them puddled around his ankles. He could hear his father opening and closing the drawers. He tried not to think about the overwhelming pain in his ass, but it was easier said than done. He just wanted to go back to his room and cry himself to sleep.

"Come here!" He heard his fathers order and shuffled back to stand in front of Dean, who was once again sitting in the kitchen chair.

Dean motioned to his lap. "Back over, let's go."

Johnny started crying again but did as he was told. Johnny heard a crack and felt a stinging pain in the middle of his left ass cheek. What the hell was that? He let out a yell as an identical crack hit his right cheek.

"OWWWW!" Johnny couldn't help it as his hand swung back to block the instrument from landing again.

"Move your hand, Johnny!"

"Dad, please!" Johnny begged.

Dean grabbed Johnny's arm and moved it while landing a particularly hard smack on the crevasse between Johnny's ass and thigh.

Johnny let out a scream so girly he'd never admit to it. Then he moved his hands under his body to prevent them from going back again. His dad started in with the spoon again, all over his ass, in the same pattern he'd done with his hand. Johnny laid over his fathers' legs and bawled like a baby. He wasn't sure he'd ever cried this hard or this much in his life. His dad had never hit him with a spoon before now, but he'd put it in the same pain category as getting the belt.

"D-dad p-please, I'm sorry!" Johnny bawled as the spoon continued raining down on his sore ass.

Dean stopped spanking. "I hope to hell you're sorry Johnny! Do you have any idea what you put us through? You almost died! You and Caden were both literally seconds from being killed! Do you get that? If your grandpa and uncle had gotten there a few seconds later it'd have been too late!"

Johnny's sobs continued. "I know, dad. I'm so s-sorry!"

Dean went up and down Johnny's thighs, landing five sharp smacks with the spoon on each. Johnny howled in response. Then Dean pulled him up and into a hug. Johnny just melted into his fathers embrace and sobbed. "I'm sorry." He said, muffled, into his father's shoulder.

"I know, son." Dean pulled johnny away and held him at arm's length, so they could look into each other's eyes. "Boy, I know you're sorry, and I know you're hurtin'. But, you better understand that this can't happen again. It won't, do you hear me? You never willingly go near another supernatural creature again unless me, your grandpa or Uncle Sam knows about it!"

Johnny nodded. "Yes, sir."

Dean gave his son a curt nod. "You got your knife on you?"

Johnny looked confused. "Yes, sir?"

Dean held out his hand. "Give it to me." Johnny reached into his pocket, grabbed his knife, and handed it to his father. "You'll get this back when I feel like I can trust you again."

Johnny gaped. His dad had never taken his weapons from him, Johnny has known how to handle weapons since he was knee high to a grasshopper. He felt ashamed that he'd broken his father's trust this much.

"Dad." He sniffled. "I know how to be careful with my knife, honest."

"I know you do, son. But last night that's not what you demonstrated. We're going to have to give you a refresher course on weapons safety."

"Dad, I don't need a refresher-"

"Well, I say you do!" Dean's tone became icy. "Last night you terribly mishandled your weapon, and one time is once to many when it comes to weapons safety! You're alive because of sheer dumb luck but that doesn't mean I'm going to let your bad choices slide. You will be getting a refresher in all aspects of hunting, and you won't be going on a real hunt for a long while! You may think you're grown but you are sadly mistaken, and if I have to take away every last privilege you have just to remind you who's in charge around here then I will. Do you understand?"

Johnny furrowed his brow. He wanted to fight, to say that he is old enough to make his own decisions. But he thought about how scared his dad must have been last night, he thought about the fact that he knew he was wrong, but was just being stubborn. He thought about his throbbing backside which reminded him that he was, in fact, just a kid who was going to do whatever his father said unless he wanted another round with his father's hand, or that damn spoon. "Yes, sir. I understand." He finally said.

"Good." Dean pulled Johnny in for another hug. "I love you son, and I will do everything I can to keep you safe, even from yourself."

Johnny nodded.

"Now, go apologize to your grandpa and uncle too. I'm not the only one you scared last night, then go to your room."

Johnny pulled up his pants and walked into the living room to find his uncle. "Uncle Sam?" Sam looked up from the book he was reading. "I want you to know I'm really sorry about last night. I know I scared you and I made a lot of really stupid choices. I promise I'll never do that again."

Sam closed the book and hugged his nephew. "Thank you, Johnny, I forgive you."

"And I know it's too late because you already whipped him, but none of it was Caden's fault. Everything was my idea."

"Noble of you, Johnny, but Caden made his own bed. He chose to sneak out and have a drink, that's not on you."

Johnny nodded. "Yes, sir." He turned towards his room, then stopped and looked back at Sam. "Uncle Sam?"

Sam looked up from the book he had just re-opened. "Yes, Johnny?

"Why was the G-wolf here? How come we didn't know?"

"Your grandpa and I were hunting it a few towns over, but it's a fast creature and it got here before we could catch it. It must have picked up our scent and followed it back."

"Why didn't you tell us? Caden and me."

"Because, Johnny, it was none of your business. What your dad, grandpa, and I choose to share with you and Caden is our choice. There is plenty about the hunting world you don't need to know yet."

"But it was practically in our backyard! Don't you think we deserved to know?"

"No!"

"But we could have protected ourselves!"

"You weren't even supposed to be out! You were protected right here in this house."

"But we could have-"

"No, Johnny! We didn't want you to know and think you could go ahead try to find it or hunt it. We three decided you two didn't need to know, and that's really all you do need to know about the decision. We make the rules, not you."

Johnny sighed. "Yes, sir. I got it."

"Good."

"Uncle Sam, have you seen Grandpa? I owe him an apology too."

"Yeah, he's at the library doing research, you'll have to talk to him when he gets back."

Johnny nodded and turned towards his bedroom. When he came in, he flopped face down on his bed and let out a big sigh.

"You okay, cuz?" Caden asked.

Johnny rolled over and sat up gently to avoid hurting his ass even more. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Just hate feeling like I disappointed my dad… and your dad and grandpa. I just feel like I let everyone down and they'll never trust me again. You were right, we're fucked."

"Look, I may have been a little over dramatic before. They'll trust us again, it just might take them a while. Although we may never get to use our window again." Caden added as he pointed to the window.

Johnny walked over to the window and noticed a small white rectangle on the top of the window where the two parts connected. He turned to his cousin. "Is that a lock?"

"It's an alarm." Caden couldn't help but grin. "Dad came and installed it while you were "talking" to Uncle Dean."

"I can't believe he actually did it!" Johnny smiled. The boys weren't sure why they found it so funny. It was a nuisance to them and prevented them from sneaking out again, but for some reason they both just laughed. They laughed harder than they had in a long time, and it felt good.

"Should we test it out?" Johnny smiled.

Caden laid back on his bed. Here he was about to go along with his cousins plan again. He smiled back at Johnny, "Go for it!"

Johnny lifted the window and suddenly a loud "BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP" filled the air.

"Are you freaking kidding me?" They heard Sam yell from the living room.

They couldn't help but burst into laughter again.

THE END