Hello all! I know that first chapter was short, I wanted to do a general introduction to the main character and set the scene for what's about to come. The rest of the story will be interspersed with spanking and power exchange elements, I probably won't put warnings on the chapters so this is your head's up, if it's not your thing. I usually write much darker content, this will be slightly on the fluffier side of things, if you want to read my other story on this platform, please click the link to my profile. I LOVE reviews, if you're following the story and enjoy it, or if you think I suck and want to tell me, or if you have suggestions or notice mistakes, please let me know through a review. I also want to say that there will be some inconsistencies from the show, obviously Ellen is alive and her bar didn't burn down, Cas will make appearances but not as a main character. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy. :)

It was clear from their body language that they had expected her to put up a fight. She studied the back of their heads from her place in the backseat of the Impala, noting the constant glances back and forth between them, occasionally catching the confusion in their eyes. The truth was, Emily had no intention of staying with them, not for an extended stay anyway, but tonight she needed a place to crash and a warm shower, and if her hunches that they stored copious amounts of weaponry in their bunker was correct, she'd hit the jackpot and be on her way in the morning. Emily's eyes met the rearview mirror, catching Dean's stare and she gave him the same lazy, fake smile, which evidently was just what he needed to go off on her. "Okay, ENOUGH of these bullshit pleasantries!" He moved his eyes back to the road, and she could see his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "Tell us the truth, Emily, what are you doing here? How did you find us and why did you have Ellen call us? We know this isn't some random house call, but not knowing what we're dealing with is making me feel nervous as hell. What happened to Jack? Did you kill him?"

For all the bravado she put on, the last sentence of his tirade made Emily flinch, color flooding her cheeks at the mention of her father. How dare he, how dare he talk about her father like that. She felt her anger bubble to the surface, even Sam seemed to realize that the interrogation had hit a bad note and he tried to cut in, "Dean, that's not cool man, we don't know what happen-"

"Oh shut it, Sam! Don't pretend you ain't thinking the same thing."

It was Emily's turn to interrupt now, she put her hands on either side of the boy's seats and pulled her body forward so that her head was between them both. Ignoring Sam for the time being, she turned her gaze to Dean and with the coldest, most venomous tone she could muster, she spat out, "don't you ever, ever put my father's name in your dirty fucking mouth, or it will be the last thing you do. What happened to him, what I did or didn't do, what we were hunting, what I'm doing here, is literally none of your fucking business, got it sweetheart?"

She knew she hit a nerve, a muscle in Dean's jaw twitched, out of the corner of her eye she saw his hands clench the steering wheel so hard she was sure he was going to break it right off. And then he slammed the car into park, sending Emily tumbling backward on the seat with a gasp of surprise. She barely had time to get her bearings before Dean had wrenched her door open and reached in for her, hauling her out by her upper arm and onto the empty road. A flash of fear crossed her face as he swung her around to grip her other arm and give her a hearty shake. She wasn't sure what hurt more, the bruising grip on her arm, or the ache pulsing in the back of her head from hitting the seat, but she didn't have time to dwell on it as Dean bent down to get into her face, his minty breath hitting her like napalm. "Listen here, you little spoiled bitch, I don't have time for your games, and I sure as hell ain't gonna take your lip! ARE. WE. CLEAR?" He punctuated each word with a small shake that made her head pulse even harder. By that time, Sam had gotten out of the car too, but if Emily had any notions that he was there to help her, they were bent to the wind when he rested his folded arms on top of the Impala and watched.

Fight or flight was kicking in, Dean's suffocating hold on her was elevating her panic to dizzying heights and before she could stop herself, she thrust her head back and then hawked up the biggest wad of spit she could, which she promptly sent flying into his face. Time seemed to freeze for everyone. Then Sam let out a loud, deep belly laugh as Dean dropped her right arm, a low growl sounding in the back of his throat. He brought his now free hand up to wipe the offending liquid from his eyes, and Emily pulled with all her might on her still trapped and rapidly bruising arm, screeching in a tone much different from the one she'd used before, "Let me GO!"

But he didn't. The world spun sharply as Sam let out one more chuckle, and an unhelpful, "Shit kiddo, you brought this on yourself," before ducking his tall body back into the car with a last shake of his head. In for it? In for what? Emily panicked as she continued to struggle, turning her attention back to the furious man in front of her. "Please let me go, Dean, I didn't mean-"

He laughed, short and tight, much different from his brother as he began walking her to the back of the Impala. Fuck, is he going to kill me? Her panic was intensifying, she felt like she was about to throw up or pass out or both, but instead, Dean forced her to the hood and bent her sharply over the back of it, smushing her face flat onto the surface of the shiny car, in which she could still see her terrified expression, and the angry man behind her. What was he doing? "Stop!" She could barely squeak the words out, she was too short to lay gracefully on the hood, so she had risen onto her toes, knowing that the tiny shorts she was wearing offered little to nothing for the imagination. Nevermind kill, was he going to rape her? Tears filled her eyes and she felt the liquid spill out onto the hood, making little rivers down the dust of the road. Dean pressed his hand firmly into her back, effectively cutting off her struggle and he stayed there for a moment, watching the pretty little thing beneath him trying desperately to squirm away. It almost made him hard, until he remembered why they were there in the first place.

"No, you stop," he spit out, and without another moment's pause, his hand lifted in the air and then cracked smoothly onto the wiggling ass below him. There was silence for a long moment after the noise of the smack faded into the road, and then Emily wailed, the panic even more evident in her voice. "Calm DOWN!" he laid two more stunning spanks across her cheeks, and Emily moaned pitifully as she tried to force herself to still, the burn from his hand beginning to bloom. "There! Was that so hard, sweetheart?" Dean chuckled again, his hand staying firmly on her back as he began to talk, "the way I see it, you aren't in any position to bargain. You ain't in any position to make threats, or to talk back, or to do your little spoiled princess act when we aren't even sure what we're dealing with here." He raised his free hand again, and it met Emily's bare upper thigh with such force, that it made her rise even further on her toes, another pitiful squeal leaving her lips. What was happening? Was he seriously spanking her? She had never in her life been spanked, never in her life been hit at all. Her father had preferred yelling and screaming over the physical and Emily felt her heart tighten at the thought of him. Luckily, or unluckily, Dean had laid a matching spank to her other thigh and it snapped her out of it.

"Dean, stop, please what are you doing?" She hated the weakness in her voice, hated the position he put her in. Her mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts and feelings, and she couldn't even breathe to sort them. She turned her head to the back window, mindlessly begging Sam to get out and stop this madness, stop Dean from his assault on her, but there was nothing but the back of his head.

"Uh, uh, uh," rough fingers knotted into the back of her hair, forcing her head to turn and her cheek to smash into the car again. "Ain't nobody coming to save you darling. So let's chat. Let's get some things very clear here," he spanked as he spoke, never laying into the same spot, and Emily was finding it impossible to measure when the next was coming or to fully concentrate on what he was saying because all she could feel was pain and fire, and the humiliation of being chastised like a fucking toddler, but she tried desperately to stay still and to take in his words, hoping and praying it would make him stop. "You ain't in charge. You are here because we were told to take you, and we follow orders in this family or suffer the consequences. You're gonna find yourself in this position a lot if you don't start getting one thing straight, sweetheart, I am not obliged to take any shit from you, and I'm not gonna do it. You're gonna straighten out this ice queen attitude, you're gonna start talking, or this belt is coming off, you got it?" He had covered her entire ass by now, and he paused to take in his handiwork, noting the beautiful blush that had risen on her lower cheeks that weren't protected by her denim shorts. Two perfect handprints covered her upper thighs and he was almost proud of himself, such a perfect ass she had, like it was just made for him to spank. He let her up, slowly, his grip coming to her upper arm again to help her straighten, her small free hand going back to rub out some of the sting, but Dean caught it deftly and pulled her wrist around so she was forced to face him again. Her face was stained with tears, but her eyes were blazing beneath the humiliation of what she had just suffered, and Dean was almost positive that she would've spat at him again if she didn't know what was going to happen if she did. "Aw, come on sweetheart, it was just a little spanking. Not even that hard. Not half what Sammy or I would've gotten if we ever did what you did to our dad."

Embarrassment colored her cheeks again, she bristled at the mention of the word "dad" and Dean could see the fire quickly returning to her face. "You're not my father," she spat bitterly, then out of nowhere, she burst into tears again. Surprised and a little unnerved, Dean drew the girl into his chest and hugged her tightly, not sure exactly what to do now that his anger had subsided and the girl was crying like he'd just shot her dog in front of her.

"There, there, it ain't so bad sweetheart," he patted her awkwardly on the back of the head and then felt Emily's arms break between them, shoving him roughly away.

"Can we just go?" There was the voice again, the bitter ice, even with her sore pride and sore behind, she wasn't going to be broken. Not by him. She stomped away from him and threw the car door open, sliding back in without another word, not looking at Sam or at Dean when he resumed his place up front. She just rested her forehead on the window of the car and closed her eyes, and in no time at all, she was asleep.

"Geez dude, did you have to be that hard on her?" Sam had waited for her to pass out before he finally spoke to his brother, turning his lanky body to face him. "We don't know anything about this girl, and now her first introduction to us is gonna be you going all caveman on her?"

Dean stared straight ahead, his jaw tight, shrugging one shoulder at his brother before he finally spoke again. "You know the rules, Sammy. We can't let this chick walk all over us, and we can't let her think she's got the upper hand. Right now we don't even know what we're dealing with, right? Besides, be honest, you think she didn't plan to make a run for it the second she's out of our sight at the bunker? She agreed a little too quickly to come with us, that's suspicious as hell. Maybe now she'll think about it a little harder."

Sam was quiet for a second before he acquiesced, running a hand over his tired face. "Yeah, you're right man. I guess I just didn't expect you to go all...all dad on her."

"Guess I'm a bit more like John Winchester than I thought," Dean shrugged again, then glanced in the mirror to check on the sleeping beauty in the backseat, a small twinge of guilt bubbling in his gut. "Between us, she's gonna need it. And we are too, Sammy. Ain't no way that little girl is gonna just lay down and stay put. She's gotta plan. And we have to stay ahead of it."

This time, both brothers turned to glance back at her, the bunker coming into sight ahead. She was still asleep, and with all her defenses down, the glow had returned to her form, and the peacefulness she exuded seemed to calm them both down as well. It probably wouldn't have even been noticeable to the naked eye, and Sam made a mental note to ask if Dean saw it too. But there wasn't time for that now, the Impala parked and the sound of the hand brake being pulled stirred her from her sleep.