Tolerance (2/2)

Fandom: Supernatural, pre-series
Characters: John, Dean (22), and Sam (18)
Warning: Contains spanking of teens, swearing, alcohol, and sex
Disclaimer: Sadly, still not mine. Though, I do own my own copies of BOTH Season DVDs Really Happy About That! AND the novel, Nevermore. If I did own them, Johnny would still be alive and Dean would have never had to sell his soul.

OMG, I need to learn to write less. Sigh. ENJOY!

I personally enjoyed the part about the little devils...

Not Quite That Old Yet Part Two

John was restlessly tapping his foot on the floor as he attempted to make some notes in his journal. He didn't have much to add to it, but it was helping him keep his mind off of his sons.

Not that it was really working. He'd only gotten as far as placing the date on the next line mid page.

It was 830 and it had been nearly half an hour since he had talked with his eldest and probably four hours since his youngest had sneaked out.

Though, is it really sneaking out if no one was even home?

Yes, yes it damn well was. And he was going to make sure that the kid knew that.

But, first he had to get home.

The phone rang and John jumped out of his thoughts.

Glad that no one was there as a witness, he sighed deeply before grabbing the receiver.

"Winchester."

Dad?

"Dean. You got him?"

No, not yet. But I got a pretty damn good idea of where he is. We'll be home in about an hour. If I don't kill him first.

John chuckled.

"Leave some of him for me, Ace."

He heard his son sigh.

Yeah, sure. I'll call you soon as I have him.

"Alright, son. If you don't find him, call me and then I'll go out and look for him."

Placing the phone back. John rubbed his hands over his tired face.

He retracted his previous thought: this kid was going to be the death of him.

Sam sighed against Kelly's soft lips. Such nice lips. Nice all around really.

He was leaning on his elbows above her.

Marcus and Lorie had headed up to the second floor while he and Kelly had opted for the living room.

Sam had laid the sleeping bag on the middle of the room, facing the wall windows and below the skylights.

They had sat down on the sleeping bag at first, staring out the windows into the dark night. Soon, Kelly was wrapped in his arms and she was kissing him intently.

Five minutes later and there they were. The empty bottles of beer rested besides them and Kelly was using those wicked quick fingers of hers to unbutton his shirt and toss it aside.

Sam groaned. Kelly let her hands roam across his back and down his sides.

"Man, you're built," she said breathing deeply.

Sam didn't even know what to reply to that, so he just nodded.

His lips found hers again and he begun to tug off her blouse.

"Oh, Sa-am," she moaned.

Sam stilled. Damn, she sounded so….needy. So freaking hot!

He bit his lip before he'd let out a pathetic whimper. No way was he going to be so blaah when he was about to….about to…

God! He was about to have sex!!!!!

Kelly made a fumble behind her and had her bra off right in front of him.

And Sam groaned, because damn!

Kelly reached for him, clearly noting that he was not going to be the one making the move.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and tugged him in for more kissing.

Their hands roamed and Sam was pretty damn sure he could come for just this alone.

Every second was like a blissful minute and Sam didn't want any of this to end. Then and there, he decided to screw his brother because there was no way that he was going to be leaving Kelly tonight.

Dean sped down Gavin Way towards the opening to Madison Manor. He hated thinking of what his brother might be, would be, doing there. He knew that he wasn't such a great example to the kid, did more of the "Do as I say, Not as I do".

If he found Sammy doing what a Sammy shouldn't be doing, he was going to kill him.

So deep into his thoughts, Dean almost missed the clearing for the road leading up to the Manor. Taking a sharp right and hating the screeching cry that his girl gave from underneath him, Dean swore to make Sam pay if that little turn had messed with anything on her.

Gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles nearly turned translucent, Dean tried to calm his breathing down.

He was going up the Manor's long drive at forty miles per hour (on a 10MPH limit) taking its odd curves and turns faster than they were intended to take.

Less than a minute later, he saw the end of the drive and the Madison Manor house besides it.

Dean parked the impala besides a scanky little excuse of a car. Because, really, he doubted Sam's friend here had any sense of style or class at all.

Dean took a quick glance towards the stables that the vehicles were parked near. He figured that some time ago, people had left their horses and carriages there when they had come to visit the manor. From what he could see, the stables had been left undisturbed (at least tonight).

Granted, when there was such a lavish abandoned building present, there wasn't much use for the stables.

Dean walked purposely towards the manor. He tried to mentally prepare himself for whatever might be going on inside the building, but he was too focused on finding his brother and getting him home that he couldn't even begin to fathom.

Sure, Sam would probably be pissed to holy hell, but that wasn't his problem right now.

Dean pushed his way through the Manor's front entrance easily. He was a little disappointed that the kids inside hadn't had the forethought to put up any kind of detection or warnings signs: at least a beer bottle by the door or something. But it was all clear.

Dean shook his head, remembering all the times that a strategically placed warning had saved his ass from fathers coming home and cops checking up.

A few steps in and Dean could swear he heard moaning.

Sam stilled. He thought he had heard something moving around outside. He couldn't be exactly sure, but he had thought he heard his brothers prized Impala nearby.

Kelly continued to kiss him all over his face and chest and he soon forgot his worry again. Besides, it was probably just thinking out of fear and worry about Dean returning to the apartment to find him gone that he was starting to hear things.

"God Sam, so fucking good!"

Sam smiled. Kelly was so articulate with everything that she was doing and sensing. Sam was pretty much speechless, and for good reason. He seriously was worried that he was going to screw something up.

But, Kelly was sounding so pleased. And hot, definitely hot, because damn she made everything inside him perk up.

He thought he heard the front door open slightly, but then again, Kelly was doing wicked things with her tongue by his ear, that he could just be imagining it.

Dean walked over to a door near the landing, he peered inside it, but it was empty.

Then, he knew he heard something.

Listening intently, he was now not only sure he had heard that kind of moaning, but he was 99 sure that he heard someone, some girl, saying his brother's name.

And saying it in that way.

Dean stilled.

The little devil in him, the one that always got him into trouble, the one that always gave him that edge and nerve to talk up a girl, that one that his father and Pastor Jim and Bobby and Caleb, heck even Joshua warned him against listening to – that little voice was telling him to turn tail and let his lil bro have some fun.

Now, the other little devil in him. That one that knew when to lay low, the one that knew it was safer to just listen to Dad than suffer the consequences, the one that protected his brother tooth and nail – that little devil was beating the crap out of the other one. It was telling the first devil that there was no way that Sammy was going to do that! There was no way that just any girl was getting that innocence from the boy, so help him!

The other little devil agreed, because both little devils loved their Sammy.

Dean marched over to a pair of French doors a little further into the Manor. He tried to prepare himself, but he decided that between both little devils, Sam was getting out of here – worse for wear and monumentally scarred, but that wasn't his problem.

Dean shoved the door and – well he wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him, that's for sure.

"What the FUCK!"

The girl, the one that Dean remembered seeing his brother dancing with at the bar, was lying on a sleeping bag on her back. Dean couldn't see her, however, because his little brother was straddling her!

Sam was completely named from the waist up, and he had been working his boxers off as Dean had walked in. Dean could see the jeans, sneakers, shirt and coat tossed about the room.

Sam had stilled the second that he had head his brother's voice. His hands were still on the waistband of his boxers, and his eyes were still fixed on the condom packet that Kelly was ripping open at that very moment.

"Get over here!"

Sam turned to look at him. He didn't move, because hello naked girl beneath him.

Sam's eyes were wide with shock. Dean looked on at him with a cold glare.

"Samuel Evan Winchester, get your ass up, NOW!"

"D- D-Dean?"

Taking a threatening step into the room, Dean glared at his brother.

"Wait!" Sam yelled, his hands coming away from his boxers and up towards his brother in front of him. "Just, hold – hold on a sec."

Sam turned towards Kelly and met her shocked glance.

"Sam?"

Kelly had dropped the condom and now had her arms tightly around herself, now considering modesty.

"I'm so, so, sorry Kelly. I've, um, I think I gotta go now. Sorry, I mean, thanks, I mean."

Dean shook his head. He was about to rush the boy, hating for doing this to the poor girl. His brother was a catch. He was smart, athletic, and pretty damn good looking. Sure, he was no Dean, but what can you do?

However, this Kelly girl. Catch, not so much. Dean knew about her. He had seen her a time or two while at Jerry's. She was always looking to hook up with someone. Not like a hooker, but like someone who was just looking for a good time.

Which, seriously, Dan was all about. But, not for his Sammy.

And definitely not for a first time.

Sam grabbed his shirt, which was the closest thing to the 'couple', and handed it over to Kelly. He glanced over to his brother to find that Dean was now leaning impatiently on the doorframe.

Sam grabbed his jeans and hopped into them. He grabbed his jacket and shoes, slipping his feet into them quickly. He then grabbed Kelly's bra and blouse and rushed it over to her.

Kelly quickly slipped the clothes back on, losing her modesty again. Dean shook his head.

"Samuel, Now!"

Sam glanced over to him, worried at the deadly tone in Dean's voice had taken.

Both of the little devils inside Dean were furious. The first was all for making a grab for the youngster's belt and using it on Sammy's ass, while the other was wondering how much trouble he'd get into if he killed the girl here on the spot.

But he remained still and decided that both little devils would get a say in.

Once Sam was besides him, slightly shaky and very quiet, Dean grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the hall. However, he looked over his shoulder and addressed Kelly.

"Morrison, I see you by my brother again-" Dean started.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, shocked at his brother's words.

Dean responded by giving his brother's arm a hard shake.

Kelly glared at him, but Dean could tell that she recognized him. She had tried to hit on him before in the bar. But Dean stayed away from the girls at the place. Even though he knew she was a senior and possibly eighteen, he just didn't fancy the idea. There were plenty of other women around for that matter.

Kelly nodded. Then he spoke in a voice harder than Sam had heard that night.

"Sure thing, Winchester," she said snarly.

Kelly walked over to her pile of things, grabbing her coat and shoes before heading out the door. She tried to lean closer to Sam, but Dean tugged his brother away from her.

Making a quickly swipe of the room, not wanting his brother to have forgotten anything, Dean almost caved into the first little devil and beat the crap out of his brother at what met his gaze.

Releasing Sam's arm, Dean walked over to the empty beer bottles. He looked over to his brother, whose eyes were wider if possible, than before.

Dean shook his head disbelievingly.

"Well, you had yourself quite the little study party, didn't you? I didn't even know you were taking anatomy this year."

Sam didn't respond to his brother's sarcasm. Dean walked back to him, took his arm again and led him out into the awaiting Impala.

John heard the Impala's rumble as it pulled into the driveway. He heard one of the car doors slam shut and then the other one barely registered as closing.

John was at the door and opened it before either son got to it.

Sammy was in Dean's grasped and the boy was looking at his shoes as if he'd noticed them for the first time that day.

Dean walked besides him wordlessly and got into the house. As the boys passed him, Sam finally noticed that his father was present. Having kept his eyes to his lap the whole ride back home, not even trying to talk with his brother but rather thinking through all that had occurred instead (and maybe a way out of the mess), he hadn't noticed his fathers truck as they were pulling in.

Seeing him now caused him to stop walking and gape wordlessly.

Because, yeah, he was dead.

John glared at him and Dean yanked him into the living room.

John glanced at his eldest, seeing the anger, disappointment, and maybe fear passing through him.

"Dean?"

"Explain yourself, Samuel."

John turned his gaze back to his youngest. It was rare for Dean to call his brother Samuel, unless he was trying to annoy the boy. Taking in the rumbled look to the boy's clothes and hair, John could safely say he had an idea of what had just transpire. And he wasn't too happy.

John waited for Sam to speak, but he noticed the nervous shuffle, and knew from experience that the boy was too frightened to speak.

"Go shower, Samuel. Get ready for bed and then get back down here. You've got twenty minutes."

Sam took off without so much as a complaint or a yessir.

John turned to Dean again.

"Dean?"

Dean groaned. He huffed down onto the arm chair and buried his face in his arms.

"He was just about to slide off his fucking boxers!"

John slumped down onto the couch. Sure, he had had an idea that that had been what had happened, but he hadn't of thought that it had gotten that far.

"Damn."

Dean scoffed.

"And all she had on was a skirt. It's a miracle I didn't kill the both of them!"

John watched Dean for a second. He remembered the boy, over four years ago, at the age of fifteen and getting caught in a girl's room by the girl's mother. The father had run Dean off, but Dean had had to confess when he man had showed up the following day to tell on Dean and return the boy's wallet.

John had lit into the boy then and followed that lecture with the talk. It had been unpleasant to say the least. However, he knew that it hadn't deterred the boy from the opposite sex and he also knew that the boy had lost his virginity at seventeen. A whole year younger than Sam.

But Dean was Dean, and Sammy was Sammy and that made all the difference.

"I'm going to kill him!" Dean said as he leaped out of his seat and began to pace.

"Know what he had been doing? How I found him?"

"What?" asked John, dreading the answer and knowing things were getting way worse for his youngest by the second.

"Drinking beer!! And he sneaked into a bar. Jerry's, so yeah hey let some kids in, but I told him not to go there! I fucking warned him!"

John felt the fury grow from within him. He took a deep breath, before he started pounding on his youngest the second he stepped off the stairs.

Dean was livid, however.

"Dean. Take a seat."

Dean gave him a look, but he headed back to the armchair and settled back into it.

"Thank you. Now, is that it?"

Dean nodded once.

"He had said he'd be studying. I can't believe the little bitch!"

"Alright, Dean. Enough with the language already. You know I don't allow you boys to talk like that, and right now is not a good moment to test me on it."

"Sorry sir," sighed Dean.

John heard the shower turn off. He glanced at his watch. Ten minutes had already gone by. He knew that Sam would milk his time until he had to come downstairs. By then, John figured that he would be calmed enough that he wouldn't go ahead and kill the boy.

"Dean, when Sam gets back down here, I want you to either head upstairs or head out. Either organize your research or go grab some dinner."

Dean glanced at him. He looked about to argue, so John held up a hand.

"I know it was you he lied to and disobeyed, but its my rules and I'd prefer to handle it. If you want to add to it, then so be it. But, that'll have to wait until tomorrow. In fact, I think that you should, so he knows how disappointed you are. I don't like him going behind my back like this just because he knew I wasn't home. Don't worry, I can handle this," John added seeing Dean's angered look turn to one of slight worry.

Dean nodded and soon Sam was making his slow way down the stairs.

"Samuel Evan Winchester! Don't make me have to come get you!" John called up the landing.

As Sam appeared, Dean stood eyed his brother before announcing he was going to go grab them some grub.

"Sit down, Sam."

Sam came over and tensely sat besides his father.

"Want to tell me what was going through your head today?"

Sam sighed. He began his story, explaining how his friend had invited him, and how he had made sure that Dean wouldn't have noticed. He talked about the bar, and drinking a little. However, when the story got to the part about the Manor, Sam stopped talking.

"Sam, I know that's not it. I'm giving you a chance here, boy. I'm not asking again."

Sam looked away, unable to start talking about that.

John groaned. He was trying to be fair, trying to approach the situation reasonably, but Sam was making it too hard on him. He tried the easy way, so hard way it was.

He quickly settled the boy across his lap, chucking the pajama bottoms and briefs down past the boy's knees.

"Dad! Stop!"

John raised his right hand and started swatting away, both hard and fast. He had spent half of the evening worried sick about the boy and then this.

"Dad! Ow! Stop!

For the last few years, Sam had been a little terror. It seemed that since he was thirteen, a week didn't go by without the boy ending up over his knee. Sam had turned eighteen a month ago and in that time he had tried to be better, John had noticed and appreciated the gesture. The boy was growing up and was making the effort to act accordingly. In that last month, John hadn't had to spank the boy once. Sure a swat here and now, but not even Dean could get away from that.

But today just took the cake.

"Dad! Stop! Please! It hurts!" Sam pleaded, choking p on his words.

John stopped once the Sam's entire butt had reached a darkened pink. After all, he wasn't yet done speaking with the boy. He would finish up in a minute, but for now he was satisfied.

"I'm going to ask you again to finish your story now, Samuel. Very last chance."

Sam sobbed slightly, as he had been trying to shove into standing. John tightened his hold around the boy's waist and swatted at his thighs.

"Ahh! Okay! Dad! Please!"

John stilled, waited a second allowing his son to catch his breath.

"Ready to talk now?"

Sam nodded.

"Nothing happened, honest."

John scoffed. He swatted down hard five times.

"Now, that's not what I heard. Want to try again?"

Sam sobbed at the new swats. He buried his face at the crook of his arm and mumbled something.

John swatted him hard.

"Do you need me to go get my belt, little boy? Or is my hand going to be sufficient?"

"No! Da-ad! Please! Not the belt, please!"

"Then you talk to me, and don't give me mumbled responses!"

"Okay! I'm sorry!"

Seeing that no more swats came down on him, Sam took a deep breath and then finished his story.

"Marcus got bored, so we left the the bar and headed up to this old Manor. Once we got there, Marcus gave me a sleeping bag and then we all heading side and he passed out some beer that he had and then he and Lorie went upstairs and and and."

John shook his head at the boys back. His son was so easily misled.

"Finish up, son."

"I'm eighteen, Dad! I can have sex if I want to!"

"What? This isn't about that Sam!" replied John, not liking the outburst. He began spanking again, lecturing this time every so many swats. "This isn't about the sex, Samuel and you know that! This is about sneaking around and lying all day long so you could have gotten your way!"

John was spanking him now not only on his bottom but his thighs and sit spots as well. Sam was wriggling, trying to move away from the hard hand. But, John's hold was firm on him. He couldn't believe all the things that the kid had managed to do in one day.

All that talk of being an adult and the first chance he got he acted up worse than he had in years.

"You don't sneak around us, Sam, we've discussed this before! You know the rules, you're not some little kid that needs to constantly be reminded of them daily, or do?"

"No! No, sir! Please, Dad! I'm sorry!"

"I came home today and we didn't know where you were! You know better than to do that! You've been able to write since you were three and you couldn't of have jotted down a simple note?"

"Da-ad! Please! I … I … I couldn't just write, 'At Bar, Be Back Soon'! You'd kill me!"

John almost laughed at that. Instead he shook his head.

"Well, guess what, little boy? Now, not only have you lied, sneaked out, gone to a bar, drank, rode in a car with a drunk driver, and chanced around with a girl but you disobeyed me when I told you boys to behave and lay low for the week."

Sam groaned and began to sob heavily.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make anyone worry!"

John sighed. The bottom before him was now crimson red and the boy that so dreaded this position was sobbing his heart now. John knew he was probably taking it easier on Sam than he should, but he decided to start ending the spanking.

"What's the rule on drinking, Samuel?"

"No, no drinking, sir."

John swat down hard five times.

"That's right. NO drinking. I don't even care if you're twenty-one. If I find you drunk, at any point in time, you are going to find yourself in this position again. It's a privilege, not a right. Do you understand me?"

Sam nodded vigorously, trying to control his crying.

"What other rules have you broken today, Samuel?" asked John brining his hand down two times.

"Ow! Owww! No lying, sir! And, and no sneaking about!"

"That's right. You know how much I hate lying, Sam. Yet you keep doing it."

"I'm soorryy! Please, Dad! Stop, it hurts!"

"It's supposed to hurt, son. And I hope its making you think twice about having to repeat this.

"Now, when we're finished here, I want you to really think about today. Just because you're eighteen now does not change things Sam. You're still my son and there are still rules that are placed to be followed, and consequences that go along with them. Understood?"

Sam nodded, trying to stop his crying yet knowing that the last few swats his dad always made the hardest so he'd be crying even harder still in a few seconds.

John brought his hand down five times on each sit spot before finally stopping. He flipped Sammy on his lap and held him against his chest, letting the boy sob out.

Sam wrapped his arms tightly around John's waist and buried his face against his shoulder. John threaded his fingers through his shaggy hair, passing his other hand soothingly over the boys back.

They remained there for a good ten minutes before Sam was calm enough. Not wanting the boy to fall asleep just yet, John stood them up and walked them over to a corner in the living room.

"I want you to stand here until your brother gets back. Then, I expect you to apologize to him. Since it was him that you directly lied to, I informed him that tomorrow he can punish you as he sees fit."

Sam turned disbelieving eyes to his father.

"Dad? What? You can't be serious!"

John crossed his arms over his chest.

"Samuel Evan Winchester, I'm not asking you a thing. I am very serious and you should be happy that I told him to wait until tomorrow. Now, nose to the corner and stay there!"

Sam looked back over to the white on white corner. He heard his father move away after a minute.

Slowly, Sam reached a hand back to rub away the sting on his butt. Before he even got to reach it however, his hand was grabbed and placed at his side once again as a heavy swat reignited the sting.

"OWW!" yelped Sam leaping forward and banging his head slightly on the wall.

"No rubbing, Sam, you know the rules. Now, can I trust you enough to follow them, or am I going to have to watch you?"

"You, you can trust me, sir."

"Alright."

This time, Sam heard John walk all the way into the kitchen.

Sam stared at the stupidly plain wall for what felt like an eternity. He hated this, almost more than the spanking itself. In all of his years he still wasn't sure what he was supposed to be doing. He was already sorry, and Dad always said that once they were punished it was over with and forgotten.

Well, not forgotten but it wouldn't be brought up again and he wouldn't get punished again for it. Except that time that Dean and he had set some church books on fire, for that they'd gotten bedtime spankings for a week for being disrespectful and endangering everyone at the mass.

The stinging burn on his butt was reducing to an itchy, warmth of sorts, but he knew that the second he put his clothes back on or sat down again it would hurt like holy hellions.

And, crap, he had school tomorrow! How was he supposed to sit through that? Maybe he could get one of them to feel pity on him and allow him to stay.

Quite unlikely.

Sam banged his head on the wall. He should've at least waited until Friday or Saturday. What was it about Thursday that made it so important?

The front door opened and the house was filled with the familiar and pleasant scent of Pizza.

Sam wanted to turn around, to hastily replace his clothing, but he remained where he was. He could hear Dad and Dean talking in the kitchen. Then he could feel Dean coming closer to him.

Dean leaned on the wall besides him, staring at him. Sam looked over at him, not even moving to wipe away the tears that had constantly been streaking down his face.

"I'm sorry I lied to you."

Dean nodded, still watching him.

"That it?"

"I'm sorry I worried you, too."

"That it?"

"I'm sorry for all of it! Drinking and being sneaky and you having to walk in on me." Sam blushed, turning away from him.

Dean scoffed.

"Kid, that was the single more scarring moment in all of my life! You deserve better than that, Sammy. Kelly Morrison isn't the kid of girl you want to do that with, Sam. You hear me?"

Sam sniffed and nodded.

"Aright then, come here."

Sam turned and found that Dean's arms were opened and awaiting him. He instantly took up the offer and wrapped himself into the embrace.

"Never again, little brother. Next time your ass is mine the second I lay eyes on you. We clear?"

Sam stiffened but nodded. He hated that he just kept getting threats, nobody seemed to care that he was eighteen now. Not a little kid anymore.

"Eighteen's just a number, not a right. Don't test it. Not on Dad and not on me. You'll lose."

Sam nodded.

"Alright. So listen up, I can see Dad really laid into you, so I'm grounding you all summer. Starting tomorrow."

"What? No way man, you can't do that!" Sam said, leaning slightly out of the embrace.

Dean gave him a look and then he turned him to his side and swatted him six times.

"Not asking you, little brother. You fight me, and you'll get another spanking to boost."

Sam groaned and dove back into the embrace.

"No, don't."

Dean nodded.

"Good, then we're done here. You can put your pants back on and let's eat."

Dean headed back to the kitchen and once Sam finally managed to gather himself up and calm down again, because damn he forgot how bad cotton burned after a spanking, he too followed.

The three Winchesters gathered around the pizza box and Sam was really happy to see that Dean had gone ahead and bought his favorite. John grabbed two slices and a beer and headed over to the living room, flipping on a late night movie.

The brothers followed him, Sam more than pleased to not having to sit on the hard wooden dining room chairs. Instead, sitting between his Dad and Dean watching some so called horror movie and listen to the elder two jibbing at it, he barely managed to finish his pizza before slipping into sleep.

John caught Dean's gaze over Sammy's sleeping form.

Sam was stretched out across both of them, having tumbled sideways onto his father's shoulder. John had laid him across his lap, lightly teasing the shaggy strains of brown hair, lightened slightly by all the time spent in the warming sun. Dean had grabbed his legs and tossed them over his own, careful to ensure that the punished bottom would remain untouched

Dean gazed down at his watch.

"1120,"Dean said with a smirk. "Well, looks like Cinderfella here couldn't even last one night through the ball."

John shook his head.

"Think he's scarred any?"

Dean glanced down at his little brother, the love he had for the squirt clearly displayed on his face.

"From the spanking, he'll live, I assure. Not happily, not too comfortable, probably glare at you all weekend long and might even try to talk you into letting him stay home tomorrow, but he'll live."

"Yeah, but his big brother walking in on him trying to have sex for the first time?"

"Better than having you and Bobby walking in on it," Dean replied with a glare at him.

John laughed he clicked the remote and shut off the TV set.

"Why don't you go put the leftovers away and I'll toss this kid into bed."

Dean nodded, standing up as John leaned over and gathered his youngest up in his arms.

"You do realize something now, right?" Dean asked him from the doorway leading into the kitchen.

"What?"

"You owe someone the talk," Dean grinned, pointing to the slump form in his father's arms.

John groaned, looking down at the little boy in his arms. God, why couldn't they just stay little.

"I think he knows enough."

"Fine, I'll do. Caleb gave me some great pointers."

John glared at him before turning on his heel and heading up the stairs to tuck Sammy in. The next would prove to be testing, seeing as Sam would have to sit on a sore bottom all day in school and he would come home grumpy. He'd more likely than not see that Kelly girl the next day too, and wouldn't that just be awkward enough.

Come this weekend though, apparently he would have to have a certain sit-down with the boy and hope that they both made it alive out of that one. Preferably without Caleb's interference this time, because he didn't think getting the boy drunk and into a strip club would help matters any.

THE END!!

PS: Seeing as how Sam was grounded all summer, he did not get to run off after his fight with his father about Stanford and they would have to work out their stubbornness and therefore fixing the stupidity of not talking with his father for five years and losing touch with Dean. Now he could just go and be grumpy but still call them on the weekends. Because being lonely sucks! Especially in college. So, yeah, fixed that for me :D