Yay, I'm so glad you guys like Claire. I decided it was time to throw another female in the mix, and excited to flesh her out. Thanks for being consistent reviewers guys!
It turned out that Emily and Claire had a lot in common, although it was becoming readily more apparent that Claire was far more spunky then Emily had even fathomed from that first night. She was a consistent back-talker, and her witty comebacks were becoming pretty legendary, but beyond that, beyond the tough-as-nails exterior she had a good heart. The first couple of days in the bunker Claire had taken some time to grieve her friends, she told the trio a lot of stories about their escapades together, how they'd all met and come to form a sort of mismatched family, and they traded stories about growing up in the world of hunting. As it was, Claire had a lot in common with the Winchester's as well, they'd both grown up with hardened, highly trained parents who expected a lot out of them and weren't afraid to show their disappointment. Claire knew Jo and Ellen too, they'd passed through Ellen's tavern many a time and Dean grinned at that, remarking how alike she was with Ellen's sassy young daughter. Claire had given him a look that made Emily dissolve into giggles and she'd dragged her new friend away before Dean could get the chance to be pissed off.
Now a week had come and gone, while the girl's had become fast friends and the boys had mostly left them alone, wrapped up in planning and strategizing, a lot of phone calls and checkins with Bobby and Castiel, Emily could tell that Claire was itching to get out of there. And away from the boys. The girl was a Hunter through and through, a tougher and more honed one then Emily would probably ever be, and because of that she could see that her and the boys were going to be butting heads. And butt heads they did.
"She ain't a little girl," hands on hips, Claire was staring Dean down with a look of pure venom in her eyes. "You keep treating her like one, but she's clearly an adult Dean Winchester. Threatenin' to spank her every other minute of the day ain't gonna change that."
Emily stood a step behind her, eyes wide as she watched the scene unfold. Dean had just been lecturing her about the amount of disrespect that had been going on with the two of them, normal for him, normal for them, but clearly not normal for Claire. She was an alpha, used to being around other alphas, and the hierarchy that the Winchester's had established bothered her, deeply. She'd said as much to Emily one night when they'd stayed up late chatting, Emily had been telling Claire about her relationship with Dean, about how she loved and hated how protective he was, which had segwayed into the story about her first experience running away when she'd gotten with them. Claire was no stranger to whoopin's, as she called them, but she had never had one from a boyfriend, or another Hunter for that matter. She told Emily it was weird, but it explained a lot of the rumors she'd heard about John Winchester and his boys. After declaring quite firmly that she would never have to worry about that, Emily had snorted and rolled over, telling her "good luck with that," although deep down there was a pang of intense jealousy at the thought of Dean ever spanking Claire the way he did her. Deserved or not.
"Listen sweetheart," Dean ground out, his finger already up in her face. "You stay with us, you live by our code. Not yours. Emily knows the rules we've established here, she also knows the consequences. You're a guest but you ain't immune to it either. Keep up the cute little backtalk and I'll show you how serious I am about it."
Claire snorted, as unladylike a sound Emily had ever heard and Emily knew she was done for, so she stepped in. She wasn't going to let her friend get spanked, not by Dean, and even though it was humiliating to think about, even though Emily had hated every second of every whipping she'd ever gotten, she had also gotten used to it, used to the threats and the actions. Claire wasn't. She knew there were other hunter's out there who went by the same code John Winchester had established, but Claire had only ever been spanked by her parents, the group she'd run with after her mom's death had been young, reckless, but effective. They were not the same.
"She's right, you know," Emily spoke up, elbowing her friend aside so she could get in Dean's face then. She adopted the snotty pose she knew he hated so much, cocking one hip, one hand up to pick at her nails, a sneer on her otherwise pretty face. "I'm pretty tired of your bullshit too, Dean. It's not Claire's fault she's stuck here with us, and you aren't making things any easier by bullying everybody all day long."
"Bullying?" Dean repeated, his eyes looking like they were going to bulge out of his head. Phew, crisis averted. "Oh darlin' you just love digging your own grave, don't you? Been awhile since we've had to re-establish roles here, you can tell Claire here thank you for reminding me why you've been so out of control this past week."
He'd snatched her arm up before she could move away and even Claire's, "Hey! Let her go, you asshole!" didn't stop him from pulling her away from the group and down the hall. Behind her, she could hear Sam's normally calm tone picking up in Claire's direction, a tinge of anger simmering beneath it.
"You and I should go talk too, Claire. We'll lay out some ground rules for you while you stay with us." Emily couldn't hear the colorful response she was sure Claire was giving Sam before Dean had pulled her into her room and shut the door.
"What the hell is going on with you, Emily? It's like week one all over again, this chick is influencing you that much?" Dean turned to stare her down, arms crossed over his chest. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes at him, she took a deep breath and looked up to his green eyes, a sudden pang of want hitting her chest. He was so handsome, every time she looked at him, really looked at him, it hit her all over again that he was hers.
"Come on Dean, give her a break. You know what she's been through, and clearly she didn't run in the circle you did, this is weird for her. She's not used to rules."
"Not being used to rules is what got all her friends killed, Em," his voice was somehow gentle and hard all at once, and he moved his hands to her arms, pulling her closer to him, bending down a little to stare straight into her eyes. "She is a great hunter, we knew her mom, my dad knew her mom, this world isn't strange to her. She may have broken out of it when her mom passed, but that doesn't mean she didn't grow up with the exact same code Sam and I did. She knows better. And whether we like it or not, she's here with us until Ezreil's been eliminated. I'm sure Sam is giving her the riot act now, so don't go feeling all to sorry for yourself. Or her."
He moved his arm to sling around her shoulder and she cringed, immediately recognizing the move as less affectionate and more in order to trap her as he lead her towards her bed. "Dean," she whined, trying to pull away from him, but he merely tightened his hold and continued to pull her along until he was sitting and she was trapped between his sturdy thighs. "I do not want a spanking."
"Want and need are two different things, sweetheart," Dean shrugged, pushing up the sleeve of his long-sleeved tee, revealing the tanned, muscled forearms that usually made her swoon. "Claire didn't force you to start mouthing off all the time, I think it's been a little too long since you had a reminder."
Emily made a last ditch effort at distraction, lacing her arms around his neck and pressing his face into her flat stomach, his arms coming around instinctively to encircle her waist. "I mean, it's been a little too long since something baby," she said huskily, burying her fingers into his hair. She felt him inhale against her and she smiled triumphantly, believing she'd won as his hands moved down to cup her ass and squeeze, but just as quickly as it began, he had moved against her, flipping her confidently over his knee so her upper body landed on the bed and he'd pinned her legs down with his free one. "Deaaaaan!" She whined automatically, but the only reply was a mighty wallop against her denim clad rear.
"Nice try, sweetheart," he breathed out, sending a second spank to her other cheek, making her squeal. She balled her hands into fists, the sting not really permeating through the thickness of her jeans, just an annoying sting and she couldn't help the attitude that immediately rose in her being stuck in this position, one she hated more then she could put into words. "If you think you can manipulate me that easily, you've got another thing coming."
"Oh I know I can manipulate you that easy," she retorted sourly, pushing herself up against him, irritation dripping from every fiber of her body. "Let me up, Dean, you made your stupid point."
"Clearly not," the playfulness that had been there in his tone earlier had all but vanished, and she knew she'd pissed him off, cursing herself inwardly for being unable to control her temper. "Clearly you've been asking for this for awhile now, little girl. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't give you what you need?"
He easily pushed her back down with his free hand, keeping his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her hip as his other hand made easy work of yanking down her jeans and underwear to her knees, where his leg kept hers trapped. And then there was no more talking. His hand rose and fell against her smooth bottom cheeks, clapping back and forth until a rosy glow began to appear and Emily's whines had started to take on a pitiful tone, rather then indignant. God, it hurt. It was like everytime they'd gone more then a few weeks without one, she was able to block out how hard his hand was, how much it sucked to get her ass beat, how absolutely devestating it was that her boyfriend believed she needed to be disciplined like this. But she also couldn't deny the feelings it gave her after, when he held her and told her she was the best thing that ever happened to him, that sometimes it made her wet when he got that stern look in his eye, or sometimes when he called her "little girl," it made her want to jump him just as often as it annoyed her. What was wrong with her?
Luckily, Dean had broken through her thoughts as he paused the smacks to rub her heated skin, his lecture resuming. "You know why you're here, Emily, you earned this more then anyone else in this bunker, save for Claire, the attitude is out of control, and I can feel it dragging everyone else down too. We're all on edge, but you don't see me treating you like crap over it, right? Or Sam? Rules don't fall out of the window because a wrench got thrown at us. You're a hunter. You adapt and you do it with dignity. Tell me why you earned this."
The spanking resumed, onto her thighs, his long hands paddled back and forth and Emily gritted her teeth against the sharp stinging though she couldn't stop the "ah ah ah!" that fell from her lips as she struggled to speak through it. "Because I-I gave you...attitude, sir," she managed to spit, trying her hardest to lose the battle against the sass still boiling inside of her. It clearly wasn't working, because she heard Dean sigh and pause, moving his leg for a moment so he could pull her jeans and underwear all the way down her legs and then off.
"Clearly you'll be here for a little while longer," he spoke again, once again resting his hand against her heated skin. Emily tried to shut her mouth against the "fuck you," that was bubbling at her mouth, and she didn't even realize she'd said it out loud until Dean's fingers dug into her hips and she heard an incredulous, "Excuse me?" come from his lips.
"I-I didn't mean, damnit Dean, I-" Emily scrambled, pounding her small fist against the bedspread as she strained against him again, but Dean didn't waste a second before he had grabbed her arm and hauled her off the bedspread so that she was dangling precariously over his one knee, her forehead close to the floor, arms flailing out to catch herself although she wasn't going anywhere. He had clamped his legs back over hers again, and his free hand was once again around her waist, and this time, he didn't bother pausing the spanking to talk. No, in this position her ass was the highest point of her body, and her skin was pulled tight, nothing to hide, nowhere to go. The spanking hurt so much worse when he resumed on her already stinging skin, back and forth, back and forth, stunning spanks that left her breathless, her hands drumming on the floor below her as if it would help take the pain away.
"Apparently having Claire here is causing you to have a brain aneurysm if you think you can talk to me like that," the lecture continued and Emily couldn't stop the tears welling in her eyes at both the pain of the strikes and the disappointment she heard lacing his tone. Mad at herself for not being able to control her mouth, she squeaked out several "sorry! I'm sorry!"'s although it didn't stop him. No, the spanking continued on and on, as the sting in her rear end began to feel like she'd sat on a hive of very angry bees. "We treat each other with respect, Emily Sarah Parker, not just because we're hunter's but because we love each other. You don't say that to someone you love, you don't say that period." The spanking moved to her sit spots and she began to cry then, the misery of the pain and the misery of her error finally permeating her both brain and body.
"I'm sorry Dean! I'm sorry!" She cried pitifully, the fight leaving her body as he continued to rain down the spanks on her now very red, and very sorry backside. He spanked for only about thirty seconds longer before he stopped the spanking and helped her up so she was sitting gingerly on his knee, tears still falling. He rubbed her back soothingly, then pulled her into a hug, whispering sweet words in her ear as she continued to cry. "Shh, shh, it's over baby, it's over," she buried her face into his neck and breathed in the deep, woodsy masculine scent of his skin until she was soothed.
"I'm sorry, Dean, I shouldn't be acting like this towards you. I just...I don't know, it's so nice to have a friend. I shouldn't be treating you that way, I just got carried away," she hiccuped and sniffled, and Dean gave a small chuckle, his hand moving up to her neck to pull her down into a deep kiss. She melted into him, knowing she was not looking her best covered in tears and snot, but feeling so loved that he didn't care at all.
"Hey, now we can move on to more...sexy things, right?" He broke the kiss to grin at her again, wiggling his eyebrows at her suggestively and she laughed, feeling lighter then she had in awhile even with her stinging ass and wounded pride. As they tumbled into bed, she was reminded again of why she had fallen for this neanderthal of a man.
ALL RIGHT! Who wants to see the epic battle going on between Sam and Claire now? Let me know what you think!