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They had a wonderful family meal. Sam smiled so much his face was hurting. After the kids cleared the table and swept the kitchen and the adults had a Whiskey followed by a coffee, they all played games as a family but not your typical games no... They had to play Winchester-Harvell-Singer type games. The first game was called "stump the hunter". Each person on their turn had to think of a "baddie" trivia question. The first to buzz in, by yelling buzz of course, had to tell the name of the baddie and how you kill it. Sam of course won hands down because as everyone knows, he's the best at research and memory. John came in second, no surprise there either. The second game they played was a weapon's test to see who could use them better. Dean was the overall winner; he was always a natural with weapons. What surprised everyone was that Jo came in second. She beat John by one point. All in all it was the first bit of fun any of them had since Sam had run away.
The kids were sent to bed, Jo upstairs in the boy's room and the boys in the bunker. The adults sat around with the rest of the whiskey bottle and talked. They were discussing Azazel and his hold over Sammy and what it might mean. How to keep them safe and what to do in case the demon came back after Sammy.
The next morning after breakfast, Ellen and Jo got ready to leave and repacked their car. Ellen hugged Sammy and they she pulled back and looked deep into his eyes and said,
"Sammy, I'm glad you're okay. I swear if you ever run away again, once they find you, I'll take you to the woodshed and tan your backside. You understand me boy?"
"Yes Ma'am."
"You had me scared to death and then to find out that Demon had you about killed me. I never want to feel that feeling again, okay?"
"Yes Mrs. Ellen, I'm sorry I worried you. Thanks for coming to check on me."
"I love you Sam." She told him and hugged him again. This time when she released him she kissed the top of his head and ruffled his hair.
"I love you too, bye." He whispered.
"Bye Jo." Dean smiled.
Jo hugged Dean and whispered bye and turned and said,
"Bye Uncle Bobby and Uncle John, I love you."
She hugged them both and then ran to Sam, hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.
"I'm so glad you're okay! Never scare us like that again!" Jo said.
"Okay I won't, sorry I worried you."
"You'd better be." She smiled. "Bye Sam."
"Bye Jo."
She quickly caught up with her mom and climbed into her side of the car. They both waved as they left.
"Alright boys," John stated, "Let's head downstairs. We have some things to discuss."
The boys groaned and headed to the house. They both stopped when they heard the distinct,
"Excuse me?" Yelled by their father.
"YES SIR," They both yelled so they didn't irritate any him any further.
"That's more like it!" He said and let them continue down to the bunker.
"Man he's mighty grumpy this morning." Sam stated.
"Yeah, probably because we beat him at the research and weapons games last night. We are just soooo good." Dean laughed.
"Well, I'm glad you're sooo good son because this is the start of your many many weeks of research and I'm sure I can add some weapons training in there too." John teased coming into the room and standing before his two sons.
"Sorry Dad," Dean mumbled.
"Me too Dad." Sam chimed in.
"Why did you do or say something inappropriate too Sammy?"
"Um, well..."
"Don't lie to me tiger." John watched as Bobby was laughing in the doorway behind the boys. He tried hard to keep a straight face too.
"I said you were a little grumpy this morning sir."
John laughed, "
I guess I am son. That happens when you drink a little too much, stay up a little too late and get up a little too early."
Bobby joined John in laughing and soon the boys laughed too. This caused the tension in the room to disappear. Yes this would be the start of the boy's punishment and they wouldn't really enjoy it but, it was necessary as far as John was concerned. He, however, didn't really want his son's miserable for the weeks ahead. He wanted them to do the research or whatever other punishment they were doing without the anger and resentment they sometimes had while doing past punishments.
"Okay boys. This research idea comes from Rufus especially for you Sam." Sam looked down sadly. "We have been seeing quite a few new supernatural baddies out there. Some that were only seen in other countries have found their way here. They might be getting smarter and have learned about transportation or they came attached to a human. Either way, we don't know anything about them so the first research you are going to do it is on the supernatural creatures of Korea.
"What? Korea!" Dean questioned.
"Yes Rufus said his buddy just encountered a creature named a Dokkaebi and he thinks that it would be a good place to start. He said to consider his punishment for Sam."
"This is bullshit!" Sam yelled heading towards the door.
He wasn't sure why because Uncle Bobby was standing right in the doorway still. It was more of a show than anything.
"Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you're yelling at?" John was fuming and Sam kept walking. "Freeze!"
Sam had almost reached Uncle Bobby anyway, so he stopped and turned towards his Dad. The anger he was feeling was coming off him in waves. The glare he was giving his dad was one of loathing.
"Wipe that look off of your face and get your ass over here now!"
Sam stood his ground and wished his Dad would stop letting everyone they know punish him for scaring them. He was sick of it. Everyone was yelling and him and threatening to kick his ass if he ran away again. He learned his lesson. He wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
"Samuel Joseph Winchester, you'd better move your ass now!"
Sam let his anger get hold of him. He started having flashbacks about being a Winchell and not a Winchester. He suddenly wanted to hit John thinking he was Don. He kind of zoned out and heard Don threaten him if he didn't listen. Before he knew it he heard his Uncle Bobby and Dean yelling.
"John, lookout."
"Dad!"
John moved seconds before the desk chair would have smashed into him. Sam had lost control and used his powers to try to hit his Dad with a chair. What the hell was going on? His Dad surely would tear him apart for this one. He was dead and he knew it. He sunk to his knees and cried.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."
"Sammy, are you okay?" Dean asked as he ran over to his little brother.
Bobby was the closest and he squatted down and rubbed Sammy's back. "Tiger, are you okay?"
"Daddy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." Sam said looking up into his Dad's eyes.
"Hey, I know you were upset about something but you need to listen to me and do what I tell you too."
Sam was confused. They must not know that it was him that tried to take his Dad out with a chair. They just think he was upset about not listening and whatever caused him to try and leave in the first place. He couldn't believe they didn't see that he used his powers to fling the chair across the room.
John was squatting in front of his youngest son. Sam deserved to get his backside swatted for his behavior and attitude but John knew it was too soon and he couldn't do it. He grabbed Sam by both arms and looked him straight in the eye and asked,
"You want to explain to me why you cursed at me and tried to run out of here?"
"I'm just sick and tired of you letting everyone we know punish me or threaten to punish me. There are you, Dean, Uncle Bobby, Pastor Jim, Miss Ellen, Jo and now Mr. Rufus."
"Well let's look at your list shall we. Me, of course I'm going to punish you. Dean, it was his watch you ran away on, Uncle Bobby, loves you and you put him through hell. Miss Ellen was just concerned and was worried. Jo got her ass blistered helping to save you and finally Mr. Rufus decreed that this research was your punishment for staying at his place without permission. So forgive me while I don't feel one bit sorry for you."
"Sorry," Sam said looking down. "I forgot for a minute that it was Mr. Rufus' place I was staying at. Daddy?"
"Yeah Tiger what is it?"
"I know Dean and I have research and undoubtedly lines to write but, would you mind if after you give out the assignments, I take a nap and start after lunch. My head really hurts."
"No I don't mind. In fact let's get you into bed now. "
"I want to know my first punishment before I sleep please." Sam asked.
"Okay there are eight main Korean supernatural creatures. That means each of you get four. Dean you take the Dokkaebi, the Haechi, the Gumiho, and the Chollimo. They are written on a piece of paper in the journal." He handed Dean two books. One was a journal and the other a spiral notebook. "Put all your research in the journal and write your daily sentences in the notebook. Everyday the sentence I want you to write will be written in your notebook. Same goes for you Sam." He said showing the books to Sam. "Any questions?"
"Only one Daddy, what creatures do I get?"
"You get the gwishin, the Bonghwang, Korean Dragons and the Samjoko. Okay?"
"Yes sir. What is my sentence and how many?"
"Sam your sentence is 'I will not run away and scare my family and friends again.' Dean yours is 'I will listen to my dad and not run into a dangerous situation again.' I'm assigning by the pages this time. You will do six pages front and back. That is roughly 200 lines on this paper. So are we all on the same page?"
"Yes sir," They both responded.
"Okay this is what is going to happen, Dean, stay with Sam until he goes to sleep; then you and I are going to go have a little talk. I'll be in the kitchen having a coffee come get me when Sammy is asleep. After lunch, you two can start working on the research. Okay?"
"Yes sir," was mumbled by both boys.
"Okay then good, I love you both. Dean, see you in a little bit."
"Love you too and yes sir I'll be there when he falls asleep."
"I love you too Dad, see you at lunch." A sleepy Sammy said.
His head was really hurting. He hated using his powers for that reason. They are kind of cool but not so much when it hurts you. He felt Dean lay down next to him and he rolled over to look at his brother and ask,
"Dean, does that mean Daddy's going to spank you while I'm asleep?"
"Yeah tiger it looks that way."
Sam closed his eyes to try to prevent it but the tear slipped out anyway as he said,
"I'm sorry I got you into trouble D. I didn't mean to I just needed to get away for a while and look what it got me, a few days with a demon torturing me."
"Don't cry Sammy, I earned this all on my own. I was told to listen and follow orders and I didn't. So, this is on me."
"If I wouldn't have run away, you wouldn't have had to disobey orders. So it's still on me."
"Okay, I'll let you blame yourself if you must. You want to tell me what that was all about earlier?"
"I was just frustrated and angry. So, when Dad told me this part of punishment was from Mr. Rufus, I was upset. That along with my headache caused me to act out."
Sam didn't look Dean in the eye. He tried to make it off as he was tired and needed to sleep but, Dean knew better. He didn't call Sammy on it though. He would tell him when the time was right so until then Dean just needed to be patient and wait his little brother out.
"Roll over and let me rub your back." Dean directed Sammy.
Sam rolled over and relaxed under his brother's touch and drifted off to sleep. Dean waited five minutes to make sure he was out and took a deep breath and walked out the door and up the stairs to his fate.
He got to the top of the stairs and walked into the hallway. He paused there for a minutes but knew his Dad had heard him coming up so he closed his eyes for a second then put a smile on his face and bounced into the kitchen to find Dad and Uncle Bobby drinking their coffee.
"Sammy asleep?"
"Yes sir, he passed out. I waited a few minutes to make sure he'd stay asleep. So you ready to paint my ass red?"
"I guess so." John laughed at Dean's choice of words."Alright then, go up to your room and find a corner. I'll be up shortly."
"Yes sir." Dean was not thrilled but did as directed. He took his time in the corner to prepare himself for the Butt warming that would commence.
John didn't make him wait long. Dean cringed when he heard his Dad on the stairs. He gathered up the courage to stay upbeat which usually helps his dad cope with the fact that he had to punish his son. John leaves Dean in the corner while he gets himself ready. He takes off his belt and lays it on the bed next to him. He calls to his son,
"Okay Dean front and center."
Dean hurries to follow his Dad's orders but his smile drifted when he saw the belt. He had really hoped his Dad would forget the belt but he knew he wouldn't.
"Alright son, drop 'em and get over my knee."
"Can't it be over the bed or something a little more grown up? I'm not a little kid Dad."
"I debated that son and I decided that you didn't act very grown up. You behaved like a child by not following my orders and going behind my back to call Jo so no, over my knee you go."
"Yes sir."
Dean followed his dad directions and closed his eye after his Dad adjusted him where he wanted him.
"Why are you about to be spanked Dean?"
"First I was rude, disrespectful and cussed at you. Then I disobeyed a direct order by finding out where Sam was without your knowledge and going there without you or back up of any kind."
"Correct after the spanking you're getting eight with the belt." John said as he raised his hand and began the assault on Dean's butt.
John was random so Dean didn't know where to expect the next swat. Dean found this to be rather upsetting. His Dad always followed a set pattern. Rapidly lighting the butt over his knee's fire by started at one side going down to the thighs and back up the other side. This time John was just randomly swatting Dean's backside. He was ignoring the sit spots and thighs all together for now.
Dean's ass was on fire. He was trying not to cry or squirm but he was failing on both accounts. The squirming started a minute or so in and the crying a minute after that. He was to the point where the begging was going to start spewing from his mouth even if he didn't want it to. Just when he decided he couldn't take it any more, his Dad moved lower. It was new unspanked sensitive skin and it stung. He hated his sit spots and thighs getting spanked.
John pulled Dean forward more to get him on his toes and hands on the floor to prevent him from falling. He decided to be random with this part of the spanking too. His idea was that Dean was sporadic in what he listened to and when he listened so he would give the same type of spanking.
Dean tried to be quiet but failed,
"Owww ….Dad please, …...I'm …..sorry... I Owwww I needed Sammy. Oww"
"I get that Dean, not quite finished here. Hold still so I can get done."
"OUCH! Daddy M'sorry... "
John hardened his heart and pictured what could have happened if Azazel had set a trap for his oldest and pressed on. He was going to be sure his thighs and sit spots were a bright red just like his backside. John picked up the pace a little and Dean yelped with every blow. He applied six more to each sit spot and stopped. He rubbed Dean's back and said,
"You're doing great sport. We're almost done."
When he reached for the belt, Dean sobbed,
"Daddy no..."
"Eight Dean, then were done."
John closed his eyes raised the belt so it was about ½ force and started the eight licks. He wanted this over quickly so he raised and lowered his belt quickly. He delivered two on his backside, one on each thigh and two to each sit spot. He dropped his belt, pulled up Dean's boxers and set his son in his lap.
Dean turned into his Dad and hugged him tight. He sobbed into his Dad's shoulder. John held his boy and ran his hand up and down his back. All the while he was encouraging his boy.
"It's okay Dean, Daddy's here. I've got you son. You did so well! It's all over. Great job."
Dean mumbled something into John's shoulder that John couldn't understand. He couldn't help it he just kept crying and crying."
"Dean, it's okay. What did you say?"
Dean turned his head to say, "M'sorry Dad. (Hiccup) I had to get to Sammy. (sniffle)"
"I know Dean but I couldn't let you get away with not following my orders. It could have turned out so differently and I can't take the chance that you will repeat this."
"I'm sorry I worried you."
"I forgive you but you still have a date once a week with my belt as promised."
"Yes sir." Dean sniffled and hugged his dad hard again. He needed Dad's comfort as much as his Dad needed his right now.
Dean may be sixteen but to John, he was still his little boy and his boys always needed cuddles and comfort after a spanking so that was exactly what he was going to do. He would follow Dean's lead and let him be the one to break the hug and get up.
Dean all of a sudden felt extremely tired and didn't fight it. He held on to his Dad, knowing that whatever happened in the room between the two of them would stay between the two of them and he would have no reason to be embarrassed by the situation. It was strange. The overwhelming need he felt to be comforted by his the person who just caught his ass on fire. Most people would want to be as far away from that person as possible but not Dean. He needed the reassurance that he was forgiven and that all was right between him and whoever just handed him his ass.
John looked down into the tear stained sleeping face of his oldest son and smiled. He brushed the wet hair from Dean's eyes and used a tissue off the night stand to wipe the tears and snot from his son's face. He bent over and kissed Dean on the forehead and laid the sleeping boy down on his stomach on the bed and covered him. He ruffled Dean's hair. Kissed him once more and said,
"I love you son. I'm so proud of you for the man you are growing into."
John turned and left the room and headed for another coffee. This time he thinks an Irish coffee in honor of St. Patrick' Day would be fitting. As he walked into the kitchen to get his cup Bobby said,
"Johnny there is an Irish coffee in your cup already. I could tell by the sound that you'd need one."
"Thanks Singer, you're a great friend."
"Don't I know it? I'm a saint! I'd have to be to put up with you and yours." Bobby said laughing so John would know he wasn't serious.
"Yes you are, St. Robert the Salvage. You salvage cars and Winchesters."
"I'll take the junk heaps over Winchesters any day. They're much easier to deal with." Bobby and john both laughed.
"You okay Johnny? It sounded like a pretty tough one."
"Yeah Bobby, it was and thanks. Yes, I'm okay."
"Is he the corner or the bed?"
"He passed out in the bed."
"He's still such a little boy for being so tough!"
"Yeah he is but don't tell him that. Let's keep that our secret. Do I need to go and check on Sammy?"
"I just checked on him when I heard you were done. I made you're coffee and then I went downstairs. He isn't warm so no fever. He's just still weak and needs to rest I'm guessing."
He went and sat with Bobby and they both enjoyed the peace and quiet. They know it doesn't last long with their boys around.
XOXOXOXOXOXOX
Sammy started having a nightmare.
He was eating breakfast with his brother Danny but Dad wasn't there. He kept on eating but had and eye out for Don to show up. He really didn't want his dad to show up and start swinging without warning.
Don walked into the room and sat in his normal place at the table. He looked at both of his sons and smiled.
"Morning Dad." Sam said trying to keep the mood light.
"Morning Samuel. How are you this morning?"
Shit he called me Samuel. "Just fine Dad, How about you?"
"Good my boy. Are you finished?"
Sam had knots the size of fists in his stomach and couldn't eat any more.
"Yes sir, I'm finished."
"Good, put your dish in the sink."
Sam got up to get his bowl and jumped when his Dad yelled,
"Set them down NOW!"
He instantly set the dishes back down on the table trying hard to control his shaking.
"What did I tell you to do?"
"Take care of my dishes."
"Did I say get up and do it, or did I just say put your dishes in the sink?"
"Put them in the sink sir."
"Over the chair now!"
Sam did as he was told instantly cringing when he heard the belt being pulled through the loops. Don got behind Sam and gave him 4 rapid fire licks. They were hard enough to cause Sam to yelp and tears to run down his face.
Sam started thrashing and moaning in his sleep but nobody was around to wake him up.
"Now sit down, and put your dishes in the sink."
"Yes sir, but Dad, how do I... Oh." Sam looked down.
"So do you understand now?"
"Yes sir, you want me to use my powers." Sam looked up and into the yellow eyes of Azazel not his 'father Don's'. 'Oh shit, oh shit.' Sam was thinking.
"Hiya Sammy. Sorry that was necessary but I need you to focus."
"I have been focusing." Sammy cried. "I'm doing what you wanted and practicing. How can I move these to the sink without breaking them?"
"Drink some of your 'juice' and you should be able to do it just fine."
"What kind of 'juice' is it?"
"Try to move your dishes, right now."
Sam tried. He got the bowl about an inch off the table and moved it a foot then it crashed back down. He was waiting for the reprimand or orders to get back over the chair but none came so he slowly looked back to Azazel. Only it was Don again.
"Samuel Joseph Winchell, what the hell was that?"
"Sorry sir." Sam didn't know what else to say. He was getting confused.
"You don't get up from the table without finishing your juice."
Sam didn't know what to do. He didn't know what was in the glass. Was it the same 'juice' Azazel put there or was it grape juice or something. He also knew if he didn't drink it he would be back over the chair feeling the licks of a belt on his backside. He didn't have a choice so he picked up the glass and drained it.
"See son, that wasn't that hard." Azazel laughed. "Now move your spoon back into the bowl and the bowl to the sink."
Sam concentrated and the bowl easily rose into the air and to the kitchen into the sink. Then he did the same thing with his cup.
"Clear the table Sammy boy push the chairs back under the table and then you can go." Sam did as he was told.
He woke covered in sweat, shaking and he started crying. He knew that this was just a dream and not really a visit from Azazel because he couldn't get to him in the panic room.
John heard Sam's quiet crying and raced downstairs to check on his son. He sat on Sam's bed and gathered him in his arms. Rubbing his back and hugging his son into his chest.
Sam leaned into his dad and cried. He wasn't sure exactly why but he couldn't stop himself. Nothing was said. They just sat there until Sam was ready to pull back and talk.
"Thanks Dad."
"You want to talk about it?"
"Just another stupid nightmare."
"Don or Azazel?"
"Both."
"Really? That happen often?"
"No sir. It's like what one couldn't force me to do the other could even if it took Don's belt to do it."
"What did they want you to do Son?"
"Just stupid stuff Dad, there's nothing to worry about." 'Please don't ask,' Sam thought because he couldn't tell him about his powers.
"Like what Sammy?"
"It was just a dream Dad. I'm okay."
"Sam is there something you don't want me to know son?"
"It was about demon blood. I guess I was thinking about having demon blood in me and in my dream they both wanted me to drink a glass of it. I wouldn't do it for Azazel; but Don made me drink it immediately. I guess I'm still afraid of him sir." Sam was embarrassed and looked away.
John grabbed his chin and gently turned his face towards him and explained,
"Sammy, there is nothing to be ashamed of! You were abused by Azazel in the form of Don. It's natural for you to be afraid of him."
Tears started rolling down Sammy's cheeks. He couldn't stop them. John wiped them but they kept coming and coming.
"Tiger, what is it?"
"I've got demon blood in me Dad. You should hunt me; I'm a freak! "
"Listen to me Samuel Joseph Winchester. You're your mother and my son. You aren't part demon, you aren't evil. I don't want to hear you talking like that again! You get what I'm saying son."
"Yes sir," Sam said, he knew what Dad was implying. He leaned into his Dad once again thinking, 'if he only knew I was the one that made the chair almost hit him he would want to hunt me then.'
"Dad, what's going on?" Dean asked as he rushed into the room praying his dad didn't spank Sam for something; it was too soon.
"I had a nightmare Dean. Everything's okay."
"Dammit."
"What's wrong D?"
"I'm sorry I wasn't here for you."
"I don't blame you D. I was sleepy and I'm sure that you were too after Dad got through with your ass. It's normal to sleep after a Dad beat down."
"Dad's in the room boys or do I need to show you that I'm here?"
"No sir." Both boys shouted unconsciously covering their backsides.
"I just meant I should have crashed down here instead of leaving you alone."
"Just a nightmare guys. I'm fine."
"Good then you Winchesters need to get your butts up and clear off that table. Lunch is ready." Bobby informed them.
They cleared off the table and Dean helped Bobby bring lunch to the bunker so Sam didn't have to eat alone. Dean gently eased himself down in the chair and hissed as his ass made contact with it but they all sat around the table and had a good lunch. Everyone but Sam started clearing the table. Once they were all out of the room, Sam repeated his dream and moved his spoon into his bowl and raised his bowl to place it on the tray.
Dean walked in and did a double take. He swears that he saw Sam's bowl floating but knew that it wasn't possible. He just didn't see Sam's hand from the doorway.
Sam prayed that he wasn't seen and decided to avert any questions by saying,
"I loaded the tray since I'm not allowed to leave the room."
"Thanks Sammy. I appreciate it."
"You're welcome Dean."
Dean went to take the last of the dishes up but was met at the door by his dad. John took the tray and said
"I got this and I'll do the dishes too son. I want you and Sammy to get started on your research and lines okay?"
"Yes sir" both boys said.
They got out their notebooks and journal and got out the books Dad and Bobby left for them. Sam opened the laptop and Dean got on the desk top. Once again he hissed as he sat.
"Was it really bad Dean?"
"Yeah Sammy, Dad wore my ass out big time." He lowered a corner of his sleep pants just a little so Sam could see.
"M'sorry D. I never wanted you to get in trouble." silent tears were rolling down his cheeks.
Dean jumped up and grabbed his brother.
"Sammy, I didn't show you to make you upset. This isn't your fault we already talked about that."
"It's been a while and it's still red. Is your whole butt that color still?"
"If it looks like it feels, then yes. Now no more tears tiger. We've got lots of work to do."
"Okay Dean. Let's get started."
Sammy and Dean found a blog site, ?p=6272, that talked about Supernatural Creatures of Korean Mythology and started their journals. They would write their lines later on.
John and Bobby cleaned up the dishes. They decided to order subs for dinner. It had been an emotionally draining day and they just wanted to kick back and relax.
With the boys quietly working, Bobby made him and John another Irish coffee and they sat on the porch and just chatted about Azazel and Sam's dreams. Hoping that their lives would be calm for a minute but knowing that it wasn't reality.