A/N: Warning-this is a spanking chapter. Don't like, don't read.

Evy was in trouble. Big trouble. And she knew it. Never before had her mother used her full name, first, middle, and last, like she had after she'd picked up Evy from school an hour earlier. The ride home had been completely silent, which worried Evy more than if her mother had yelled at her. When Missy had parked the car, she'd taken a deep breath, and that was when Missy had sealed her fate.

"Evelyn Abigail Winchester, I'm more disappointed in you right now than I've ever been before. Get to your room and stay there. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, mommy." Evy had said, biting her bottom lip. "Are you gonna call Daddy about this?"

Evy had prayed the answer was no. Her father was on the way home, and Evy didn't get to see him much, so she didn't want the time she did get with him to be taken up by her being in trouble. Normally, Missy would keep it between them, but this was too big. So, unfortunately, Evy wasn't too surprised when Missy had given her answer.

"Yes, I'm telling your Daddy. You messed up big time today. There's no way I'm keeping this from him. Now go to your room."

"Yes, ma'am." Evy said.

She wanted to apologize again but knew that it wouldn't do any good. So she'd brought herself into her room and sat on her bed. She tried to do her homework but couldn't focus. So she put it away and tried to keep herself calm. She did an okay job of it, until a few minutes later, when she heard her father's truck pull in the driveway. Now, all she could focus on was the sound of her parents arguing. When there was a knock at her door, Evy jumped; she hadn't heard her mom and dad coming. She squeaked out an answer.

"Come in."
The door opened, and Evy was somewhat relieved to see it wasn't her parents, but Dean. "Hey, kiddo. Can I come in?"

"Oh. Hi, Deanie. Sure."

Dean stepped in and walked over to Evy's bed. "Can I sit down?"

"Yeah."

Dean sat, and Evy noticed he didn't look mad, just surprised. "What happened today, kiddo?"

Evy's eyes filled with tears. "It was stupid."
"Hey. Look at me." Evy looked up and Dean wiped her eyes for her. "You are not stupid. I don't ever want to hear you say that about yourself, okay?"
Evy nodded. "Okay."
"So what happened?"

Evy took a deep breath and told him the whole story. "I went to the bathroom during class. There was some girls in there smoking. They asked me did I want to do it with them. I said no, and they teased me about it."

"So you did it?" Dean guessed.

"Yeah. The principal was walking by and smelled the smoke from the bathroom. She caught us and called our parents." Evy said.

"Ah, kiddo." Dean said. He wanted to lecture her, but he saw she was beating herself up enough for both of them; he also didn't envy her the lecture, and likely more, that she would get from Missy and John in a few minutes. "We all make mistakes."

"Did you hear mommy and daddy talking? Do you know what they're planning to do?" Evy asked.

"Sorry, kiddo." Dean said sympathetically. "They told me I could only come see you if I kept quiet."

Evy nodded. "Okay."
"Hey. Just remember, they both love you. Just like me and Sammy." Dean said, taking her arm and rubbing it lightly.

Evy nodded again. "Thanks, Deanie."

Evy's bedroom door opened, and the voice Evy had dreaded filled her room. "Dean. Time to go."

Dean looked from John back to Evy. "Good luck, kiddo. Love you."

"Love you too."

Dean stood up, kissed Evy's cheek, and turned and walked out. Missy and John stepped inside, and Evy tried not to cry. In her father's face she saw anger. She'd seen it before, but never before had it been directed at her. He'd been annoyed with her many times, but she could usually diffuse his annoyance with a smile or a hug around his neck. John stood next to her bedroom door, towering and intimidating, and folded his arms against his chest. But it was the look on her mother's face that broke Evy's heart. There was no anger there, just pure hurt and disappointment. Missy shooed Sugar off the bed, who had been sleeping in Evy's lap, and shut the bedroom door. She stood next to John and said,

"Okay. I know you told me what happened at school, but I want you to tell your father."

Evy recounted the story almost exactly as she'd told it to Dean.

"Little one, you know better." John said sternly. "What are you doing smoking?"

"I know it wasn't a smart thing to do, Daddy."
"So why did you do it?" John asked impatiently.

Evy almost said I don't know but knew that answer wouldn't fly with either of her parents. "I just wondered what it would be like."
"You wondered…" Missy whispered and gripped the door handle behind her.

Evy, fearful of what her mother's reaction meant, hugged her knees and said again, "I'm sorry, mommy."
Missy realized that she'd scared Evy and took a deep breath. She walked over to Evy's bed and sat down. "I need to tell you something. What do you know about your grandma Collins?"

"Your mom?" Evy asked, and Missy nodded. "Not a lot."

"Well, she and I were really close. She was my best friend. But she died when I was fifteen." Missy explained. "She died of lung cancer."

"Because she smoked?" Evy asked.

"Yes." Missy explained. "She smoked a lot. From the time she was about your age until she died. She was very, very sick for a long time."

"I didn't know that." Evy said.

"Now do you understand why I'm so upset with you right now?" Missy asked. "I do not ever want to catch you smoking again, do you hear me?"

"Yes, mommy. I'm sorry." Evy said again. She wanted a hug but she had to know first. "How much trouble am I in?"

Missy sighed. "Your daddy and I can't come to an agreement on that. So we're going to let you choose."
"What?" Evy asked. Surely she hadn't heart that right. "You're letting me choose?"

"Yes. The one thing you will do, since you're suspended until the end of the week, is write me an essay about smoking and all the reasons why you shouldn't do it. You'll write it, give it to me, and if I'm not happy with it, you rewrite it. Understand?" Missy asked.

"Yes, mommy." Evy answered.

"But what your daddy and I can't agree on is whether you should be grounded or get a spanking."

At the dreaded word spanking, Evy felt a cold hand tighten around her heart.

"Before you make your choice, let me tell what each choice means exactly. If you're grounded, you're grounded for five days, until you go back to school Monday. You'll be restricted to this room and the bathroom. I'll bring your meals in here, I'll eat with you if you want, and I'll put you to bed. But other than that, you'll be in this room."
"You don't have to work?" Evy asked.
"If I'm not here, your daddy, Dean, or Sammy will be." Missy explained.

Evy frowned; she had already disappointed Dean, John, and Missy, and she didn't want to disappoint Sam too.

"If you choose a spanking, you can come out of your room, watch TV, use the computer, and run Sugar outside. All the other things you're allowed to do when you're not in school. Your daddy will give you a spanking over your clothes, with his belt. It will hurt. But you still have to do that essay. If you don't have it done by Friday night, you'll be grounded until I get it. Understand?"

Evy swallowed hard. "Yes, ma'am. Can I think about it?"

Missy looked over to John, who nodded in agreement. "Yes. You've got until bedtime. If you haven't told us your choice by then, we'll choose for you, and you'll have to go with whatever we say."

"Okay, mommy." Evy said.

Missy offered her hand to Evy, who gratefully took it and squeezed. "Whatever you do decide, both of us love you. Do you believe me?"

"I love you too." Evy said.

"Call us when you're ready." Missy instructed.

She stood up, leaned over, kissed Evy's cheek, and left. Evy took nearly an entire hour to make her choice. She was ten and hadn't been spanked in almost two years. Missy didn't believe in it, except for things that she deemed very serious and dangerous. She had never been spanked with the belt. She remembered hearing Dean be spanked with it once, and something that made her big, tough, strong brother cry like that made her terrified. Neither of her parents had ever so much as threatened to spank her with the belt before. But Evy also knew that she didn't want to be grounded. She got bored easily, and a nearly week-long grounding would drag on and on. She also knew that her slate would be wiped clean today as far as her parents were concerned if she chose the spanking. If she stayed grounded, she wouldn't get to talk to or interact with either of them, unless they were bringing her a meal. As much as it scared her, Evy called her parents back into her room.

"Have you made your choice?" Missy asked.

Evy took a deep breath; her heart was racing inside her chest. "The spanking."

Missy and John were, to say the least, surprised. "Are you sure, little one?" John asked.

"I'm sure, Daddy." Evy said.

Missy's heart dropped. She'd hoped Evy would choose the grounding, even though she hadn't looked forward to forcing her to stay in her room for days. She saw Evy was shaking and thought about letting her off the hook with nothing but a stern warning. But she knew that John would never go for that, and for once, she agreed with him. Missy nodded, accepting Evy's decision. As much as she dreaded what was about to happen, she was also insanely proud of Evy for not taking the grounding just to get out of the spanking. Missy grabbed Evy's hand and asked,

"Do you want me to stay?"

Evy wanted to say yes, but after realizing how much she'd hurt her mother earlier, didn't want to hurt her more by making Missy watch her punishment. "No."

"You sure?" Missy asked. "I will."

"No." Evy said shakily, unable to say anything else without starting to cry.

"Okay. I'll be in the living room. Come out when you're ready."

Evy nodded, took one more kiss from her mom, and Missy left. She walked to the living room and sat down on the couch, fighting her own tears from coming. She heard John shut Evy's bedroom door, heard his muffled voice through the thin wall, then heard the sound she'd been dreading. The slapping sound of a belt hitting denim. Though the entire spanking lasted less than two minutes, it felt like hours to Missy. She could hear Evy crying, and it tore at Missy's heart and soul not to break her bedroom door down and rescue her. By the time she could hear John comforting Evy, Missy was weeping nearly as hard as Evy was. The argument that she and John had earlier seemed foolish now. Missy had wanted to give her the choice between being grounded and giving her a hard spanking with John's hand, and John had thought it was stupid to give her a choice at all, wanting to give her a few bare bottomed swats with the belt. They'd compromised on the choice that Missy had presented to Evy. But Missy realized, sitting on that couch with her hand in front of her mouth trying to stifle her own crying, that no matter how they punished Evy, it would hurt. She just hadn't realized how much.

"Mommy?"

Missy quickly wiped her face and looked up. Evy was standing in the living room entrance, still crying, with John standing behind her. Missy opened her arms and Evy eagerly raced into them.

"I'm sorry, mommy." Evy said again through tears.

"I know, Kitten. I know." Missy said. She felt John sit down beside her, and place a hand on Evy's back. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." Evy said.

"Sit up a minute." Missy said gently. Evy leaned back, biting her bottom lip. Missy wiped her face for her and offered her the first genuine smile since she'd been picked up that morning. "The reason that your daddy and I let you choose is because you've been so good for so long. You do this again and there will not be a choice. You'll be spanked and grounded. Understand?"
Evy nodded sadly. "Yes, ma'am."
"You can start on that essay later tonight." Missy said. "Why don't you take a nap? We'll wake you up when it's time for dinner."

"Are you still disappointed in me?"

"No." Missy said without hesitation. "No, Kitten, I'm not. You made a mistake today, but I'm proud of you."
"Daddy?"

"No, little one." John said, and Evy smiled when she realized all traces of anger were gone from his voice. "I'm proud of you, too."

"Will you tuck me in?" Evy asked John, sounding every bit of four years old, rather than eleven.

"Of course. Come on."

Evy walked with John back towards her room. She climbed into her bed and allowed John to pull her blanket up for her. John suddenly kicked himself for not thinking of something earlier. He told Evy he'd be right back, went to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with cold water. His heart ached as he washed Evy's face.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, Daddy."
"You're welcome, little one." John said. "You know I love you too, right?"
"I know." Evy said. "I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Shhh. You've been forgiven, little one. You write that essay for your mom, and your punishment's over. But you need to sleep now. Okay?"
"Okay." Evy said with a yawn. "Love you, Daddy."

"Good night, my sweet girl."

By the time John kissed Evy and walked out of her room, she was already fast asleep. He hated himself. He hadn't seen her in two weeks, and her crying had killed him inside. He would never admit it, but he had nearly refused to spank her, worried that his sweet little girl would grow to hate him if he hurt her that way. But she didn't, and she had learned her lesson. Sugar came back into the room and eagerly jumped onto Evy's bed, having been anxiously whining in the kitchen when he'd heard Evy crying. John watched Sugar lick Evy's face, and Evy lift the covers to let him sleep with her. John turned and faced Missy, who still sat on the couch with a tear-streaked face.

"Are you okay?" Missy asked.

John swallowed. "I hated that. I hate it every time."

"I know." Missy said. She noticed a tear fall down John's face and grabbed his neck in a hug. "You're a good Daddy."

"Thanks." John said sincerely. "Thank you for showing me how."

"My pleasure." Missy said. "I need a nap myself. What do you say?"

"That sounds like a plan." John said, then got an idea. "You want to let her sleep between us?"

"Yes!" Missy agreed. "Can you get her without waking her up?"

"I got her."

John gingerly lifted a sleeping Evy out of her bed, being careful to avoid placing unneeded pressure on her still sore bottom. He placed her on her stomach in the middle of their bed, then climbed in and rubbed her back just as Missy was doing.
"Sleep well, little one."

"Sleep well, Kitten. Mommy and daddy love you." Missy said, and ten minutes later, everyone in the house was in a deep peaceful sleep.