Dean noticed a small shuttered window in the kitchen and walked over to it, both younger boys followed. Dean handed Sam the Lateran and he quietly opened the shutters and looked out the window, smiling at what he saw. In the dim moonlight, the teenager saw the outline of a pick up truck parked behind the cabin.
"Tim, how far are we to a road?" Dean asked.
"There's an old hunter's road about a mile west of here." The twelve-year-old said. "It's in pretty bad shape, but it's drivable."
"I want you two to stay here and be quite." Dean said, as he picked up a flashlight. "I'm going to check on that truck, see if we can use it to get out of here."
"Are you nuts?" Sam hissed. "There's a bear out there."
"No shit, Sherlock." Dean replied, as he hoisted himself on top of the counter and grabbed the rifle. "Remember, stay here."
"Dean, this isn't a good idea." Sam said, worry evident in his voice.
"I'll be okay." Dean said. "Just stay put."
"Be carful." Sam said.
Dean raised the window and poked his head out, looking for any movement outside. Then he climbed out the window, landing on the ground a few feet below. The young teenager turned out the flashlight and used the dim moonlight to make his way over to the truck.
He reached the truck, frowning when he noticed that the windshield had been smashed in and that the back window was completely gone. With all of the trees, he would have to drive slowly to avoid smashing into one. He knew he couldn't risk driving out without at least the minimal protection of glass between them and the enraged bear.
Something caught Dean's eye a few feet away and he walked over to check it out, the rifle aimed and ready to fire.
"Damnit." The teen whispered when he discovered that it was a dead body. The man was staring up at Dean with blank eyes and his mouth was opened as if he were trying to scream. He was covered in blood and had numerous deep cuts and gouges on his entire body.
Dean heard a low growl behind him and turned to see the huge grizzly standing on its back legs a few feet away, blocking his path to the cabin. Dean quickly fired the rifle, but the bear dropped down on all fours and the bullet missed. The teenager spun around and ran, the bear chased after him.
Dean saw an old shack a few yards away and ran for it, hoping the ramshackle building could withstand the bear ramming the door like he did at the cabin. Dean entered the shack and slammed the door shut, then braced himself against the door and waited for the impact.
The force of the impact nearly sent the young teen flying across the room, but he managed to stay braced against the door. After another ram, the bear seemed to have given up.
Dean stepped away from the door and turned on his flashlight and shone the light around the one room shack.
A box on a small table caught his attention and he walked over to check it out. Inside the box were several vials of clear liquid and needles. None of the vials were labeled.
Dean mad a quick search of the shack, but didn't find anything useful. He walked back to the door and slowly opened it a little and peered outside. He saw the bear standing a few yards away, staring at him.
"You're really beginning to piss me off." Dean grumbled, glaring at the huge animal.
As if he heard Dean, the bear let out a loud growl.
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"What's taking him so long?" Tim asked, as he paced in front of the window.
"He'll be back." Sam said, as he stared out the window. He had seen Dean run into the shack and hoped it was strong enough to withstand another bear attack if the bear decided to ram it again.
"How can you be so sure?" Tim asked.
"He's Dean." Was the only explanation that the ten-year-old gave. To him, it was all the explanation needed.
Tim stared at the younger boy for a moment, thinking about what he said. He seemed convinced that Dean would be able to beat the bear and save them. Dean had the total devotion of his younger brother, unlike Evan. Tim knew he wasn't a good brother, but he never really thought about just how awful he actually was to his baby brother. The twelve-year-old made a vow to himself. If he got out of this alive, he would become a better brother.
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Dean was standing by the door peering out through a crack, waiting for the bear to leave so he could return to the cabin. He had to get back to Sam, he knew the younger boy was really scared and needed his big brother.
"About time." Dean whispered when he saw the bear head back into the woods.
He waited a few moments, then stepped outside with his rifle ready to fire. He took a few tentative steps towards the cabin, not really convinced that the bear was really gone. When the bear didn't come charging after him, Dean started walking quickly towards the cabin. He kept his eyes glued to the direction that the bear had went, in case it decided to back track.
"Dean behind you!" Dean heard Sam shout out a warning. Dean spun around and raised his rifle, but the bear was standing right behind him and swung a massive paw with razor sharp claws towards his head.
Dean jumped back, tripped on a fallen tree branch, and landed with a thump on the ground. The bear stood above him and let out an ear slitting roar. Dean scrambled backwards, dropping his rifle as he did so. The young teen jumped to his feet and ran towards the cabin as fast as he could. He could hear the bear following him, getting closer and closer.
Dean ran to the opened window that he had climbed out of, and jumped trough it. He hit the floor inside the cabin with a loud thump and heard Sam and Tim shutting the window and replacing the shutters.
"Dean!" Sam rushed to his brother's side and knelt beside him.
"I'm okay, Sammy." Dean said, his voice shaky.
"What are we going to do?" Sam asked, as his eyes watered.
"Don't worry." Dean said, trying to calm his nerves and make his voice steady. "We'll be okay."
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John parked the Impala in front of the rental house just as the sun began to rise. The hunt went much faster then he had expected, since another hunter also showed up. Now John was looking forward to catching a few hours sleep, then spending time with his sons.
He climbed out of the car and walked towards the house, then stopped and turned around when a truck pulled into the small drive way.
"Mr. Winchester?" A middle aged man asked, as he jumped out of the truck. He looked nervous and worried.
"Yeah." John replied.
"I'm Peter Harris, your son Sam and my son Evan are friends. Please tell me that my other son, Tim, is here."
"I just got home from work, but I'm sure he isn't here. I don't allow the boys to have friends over when I'm not here."
"Evan told me that Sam and Tim went into the woods last night." Harris said.
John turned and ran into the house, and went straight to the boys' room. Neither kid was there.
"Evan said that Sam and Tim were going into the woods to see who would be scared first." Harris said, having followed John into the house. "I'm going to go get them, want to come?"
"Of course." John said.
Both men ran outside and jumped into the truck, then Harris sped away.
"I'm sure they're fine." John said. "Apparently my oldest son, Dean, is with them. He can look after them. He can handle himself."
"Can he handle a huge grizzly pumped full of steroids and amphetamines?"
"What?" Asked a confused John.
"A man named Jake Webs showed up at the clinic an hour ago, all bloody and torn up. He said him and his brother bought a bear and was hiding it out at an old hunting cabin. They have been injecting it with the drugs for the past week, trying to make a super bear."
"Why the hell would they do that?" John asked, his gut tightening up as he thought about his boys being out there with the bear.
"To release it, then hunt it. He claimed that they figured it would be the most amazing hunt they've ever had. They even planned on selling the rights to hunt it to some idiots as stupid as they are."
"Why would those kids go into the woods?" John asked, getting extremely worried about his sons. He couldn't lose them, he just couldn't.
"Like I said, Evan and Sam are friends. My twelve-year-old son, Tim, is a good boy. But he's a bully. Evan found out about the bear and told me everything. It seems that Tim was picking on Sam, so Sam suggested the little trip to the woods. There's a rumor floating around that there's a Chupacabra in them, a lot of people believe it."
"Yeah, Sam told me about the rumor. But I told him it was just talk."
"That's what I told my boys, but I told them not to go to the woods till they found out what killed those two hikers. I'm sorry, Mr. Winchester. None of this would have happened if Tim wasn't picking on Sam."
"It's John. And this isn't all Tim's fault. My fourteen-year-old is MIA too. My guess is that he followed the younger boys into the woods to scare your son."
Harris parked his truck in a small parking area just outside the woods, three other trucks were parked there. The two men climbed out of the truck and joined the five other men.
"This is John." Harris introduced him. "This is Danny, Mac, Tony, Shawn, and Allen."
"You know how to use this?" Danny asked, offering John a shotgun.
John expertly checked the gun and loaded it.
"Army?" Danny asked, impressed.
"Marines." John replied."
"Sempi Fi." Danny said. "Let's go get those two boys."
"It's three." John said. "My fourteen-year-old tagged along."
The seven men walked into the woods.
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Dean was sitting in the floor, his back leaned up against the door. Sam was asleep beside him, his head in the older boy's lap. Tim was asleep a few feet away. Dean yawned and rubbed a hand across his face. He had dozed on and off through out the night, but had stayed awake most of the time.
He heard the bear roar, then heard a volley of loud shot gun blasts. The two slumbering boys jerked awake.
"Stay down." Dean said, as he leaned over Sammy. Just in case one of the bullets came into the cabin.
The volley of shots ended, and it was silent for a moment.
"Dean!" A familiar voice called out. "Sammy!"
"It's Dad." Sam said, jumping up.
"It's safe!" John's voice called out.
Dean and Tim also jumped up and all three boys ran outside.
The bear was laying dead a few feet from the cabin.
"Dad!" Sam yelled, running into the open arms of his Dad. Dean also ran over to him. John hugged both of his sons tight, grateful that they were alive and safe.
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John was once again in Harris's truck. Dean was sitting beside him, and Sam was sitting in his Dad's lap. John had one arm wrapped around Sam and the other wrapped around Dean.
"How did you know where we were?" Tim asked his Dad, the young boy was squished between his Dad and Dean. With all five in the truck it was a tight fit, but no one seemed to care.
"When Evan found out about the bear, he told me." Harris said.
"Evan's a good brother." Tim said. The twelve-year-old talked the entire way back to the rental house the Winchesters were staying at. He told the two adults about the bear, and about Dean being trapped in the shed and about the older boy promising to stay up all night so the bear coulnd't get them.
Harris parked in front of the rental house and John and his sons got out.
The two men talked for a moment, then Harris drove away and the Winchesters walked into the house.
John looked at his sons, who looked to the floor. They both knew they were in serious trouble.
"Explain." John growled, his worry having been replaced with anger.
"It's all my fault." Sam blurted out, surprising both John and Dean. Usually it was Dean who took full responsibility for things, even when they were Sam's fault. But this time, Sam felt really guilty. His brother could have been killed just because he wanted to get even with Tim.
"No it isn't." Dean said, not willing to let his little brother take the blame. He was the oldest, he should have said no.
"It was my idea." Sam said.
"I was in charge." Dean argued.
"You are both to blame." John growled. "And you both will be punished. Sam, what happened?"
"Tim was picking on me in school, so I dared him to go into the woods. I asked Dean to help me and he said no. But I talked him into it."
"That true Dean?"
"Yes Sir."
John looked at his two sons for a moment; both were fitly and looked exhausted. Dean looked as if he was ready to pass out.
"Hit the shower and change." John ordered. "We will discuss this in a few minutes."
"Yes Sir." They both said, miserably. They knew what type of discussion he was referring too.
"Dress for bed, both of you look like you need some sleep. You have twenty minutes."
"Yes Sir."
The two boys went to do as they were told.
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Nineteen minutes later, the two brothers walked back into the living room and walked over to the couch where John was sitting. They both gulped when they saw a paddle laying beside him. Dean had only been paddled twice, and was not looking forward to feeling it again. Sam had never been paddled before and the long piece of wood scared him.
"What you two did was dangerous." John lectured, his voice hard. "You knew that two adults had been killed, yet you still thought it would be a good idea to go into the woods alone. I am very disappointed in your behavior."
A couple tears rolled down Sam's cheeks and Dean lowered his head. Both boys hated to disappoint their Dad.
"You could have been killed." John said. "Just because of some bully."
"We're sorry Dad." Dean said.
"I know, son." John said. "I know you two will think twice before doing something so foolhardy in the future. And the spanking you are about to get will make you think three times. Sam, come here."
Sam took the couple of steps towards his Dad and Dean turned and started to walk towards a corner. That's how it always happened when they were being spanked together. One would stand in the corner while the other is being spanked, then they would switch positions.
"Hold up Dean." John said, causing the young teenager to stop and turn back around. "Stand right there, I want you to watch your brother getting spanked."
"But…." Dean started to say. He couldn't watch his baby brother get spanked, he didn't even like hearing him getting spanked.
"Part of the reason Sam is getting spanked is because you gave in to him and went along with his plan. You are the oldest, it is your responsibility to keep him out of trouble."
"Yes Sir." Dean said, as his cheeks flushed. He knew his Dad was right.
"And Sam." John looked at his youngest son. "Part of the reason Dean is getting spanked is because you talked him into this little scheme. You knew the woods were off limits."
"Yes Sir." Sam said, as a few more tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Drop 'em." John instructed.
Sam lowered his sweat pants and underwear, and then John guided him over his lap. Once he had the ten-year-old in position, John started spanking him with his open palm. The pale white butt soon turned light pink, then red.
Sam started crying after the fifth swat and was soon wiggling around and crying hard.
John raised one of his legs and started swatting Sam's under curves and upper thighs, which caused the young boy to start sobbing.
"P..please, I…I'm sorrrry!" Sam cried out as John turned his upper thighs as red as his butt. "S…stoooop!"
"Not yet, Sammy." John said, regret in his voice. He didn't like spanking his sons.
John stopped spanking and let Sam sob over his lap. He glanced up at Dean and saw that the teenager had tear tracks down his cheeks. With a heavy heart, John picked up the paddle and saw Dean squeeze his eyes shut.
"You're getting three with the paddle, Sammy." John said.
"Nooo!" Sam cried.
John raised the paddled and slapped it down on Sam's red butt, causing the boy to screech out in pain. Two more hard licks followed quickly, causing Sam to sob harder.
"It's over, Sammy." John said, as he rubbed his back. "It's over."
John helped the weeping boy off of his lap, pulled his sweats and underwear back up over his scolded butt, and hugged him close as Sam cried. After a few moments, John pulled him away and said, "Go and trade places with Dean."
Sam nodded and slowly walked over to where Dean was as Dean walked over to John. Sam wiped his eyes with his arm and continued to cry.
Dean pulled his sweat pants and boxes down without being told and bent over John's lap. John quickly started spanking him, putting slightly more strength into the swats then had with Sam.
Dean, who usually stayed quite till about half way through the spanking, started crying after only a few swats. John knew the crying was a result of watching Sam's punishment more then it was of the pain of his own spanking.
Soon, Dean's butt and upper thighs were solid red and his crying had increased.
"You're getting six." John picked up the paddle and slammed it onto Dean's sore butt.
"Owww!" Dean cried out.
John laid two more hard swats on his throbbing butt and Dean started sobbing.
"Owwwww!" Dean screeched as two swift swats landed on his thighs.
John laid the last lick on Dean's butt and the young teenager lay limp over his lap and sobbed.
"It's over, Dean." John said, as he rubbed his back. "It's over."
After a few moments, Dean's sobs had turned into quite crying. John helped him to his feet and pulled his sweats and shorts up over his scorched butt. Then he pulled him into a tight hug.
"Come here Sammy." John said, as he releashed Dean.
Sam, who was still crying quietly, walked over to John and sood beside Dean.
"From now on when I say something is off limits, it's off limits." John said.
"Yes Sir." Both boys replied.
John pulled Sam close for another hug and kissed the top of his head. "Hit the rack, Sammy. Dean will be in in a minute."
Sam nodded and did as he was told.
"Dean." John said. "I am very proud of you, son. If what Tim said was truw, you kept your head and protected the younger boys. You are going to be a great hunter one day."
Dispite the fact that his butt and upper thighs were still sore, Dean couldn't stop a smile from spreading across his face.
John pulled him close for a hug, then said. "Hit the rack."
"Yes Sir."
Dean walked into the room he was sharing with Sam and found the younger boy laying on his stomach, in Dean's bed. The fourteen-year-old just smiled again and laid down beside him, also on his stomach.
"Dean." Sam said. "Are you still gonna kick my ass?"
"Have I ever kicked your ass before?"
"No."
"Then why would I start now?"
"Dean?"
"Yeah."
"I don't think I like the woods anymore."
Dean gave a low chuckle and said. "Me either kid, me either."
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THE END