Author's Note: Once again, thank you to everyone who has posted a review of this story. I love finding them in my inbox. It gives me a reason to keep writing.
Things in real life are about to go crazy. I'm starting a new job in a few weeks and preparing to move to another state. While I have an idea of what I want to do with the next chapter, it may be awhile before I actually have time to sit down and write it.
WARNING: This chapter contains disciplinary spanking of a teenager and cursing. You've been warned, so turn back now if that bothers you.
CHAPTER 8
Dean didn't bother to knock before he pushed open Krissy's bedroom door and flipped on the light. "It's time to get your lazy ass out of bed," he said as he marched over to where Krissy lay curled up and yanked back the covers. "You were due in the gym thirty minutes ago."
"Fuck off," Krissy muttered as she rolled over and pulled the pillow over her head. She'd turned the alarm off when it had sounded an hour before and had gone back to sleep. Who on Earth got up at the ungodly hour of six a.m. anyway?
Dean landed a hard slap to the backside that had been presented when Krissy had burrowed deeper into her mattress.
"Motherfucker!" Krissy exclaimed coming awake at the sudden sting. She barely had time to realize what was happening before Dean grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of bed. She had to scramble to get her legs underneath herself before she was dragged across the room to the sink.
"I warned you that I didn't ever want to hear that word coming out of your mouth," Dean said angrily as he turned on the faucet and grabbed the bar of soap out of the dish on the side of the sink. He held it under the running water for a moment before shutting it off and turning toward her desk - the bar of soap still held in his hand.
"The only reason you aren't feeling my belt on your ass right now is that I'm not wearing one." He was dressed in grey sweats and a t-shirt as he'd intended to work out alongside Krissy that morning. "But that doesn't mean I can't and won't wash your mouth out," he continued as he used his foot to pull the chair away from Krissy's desk. He forced her to sit and ordered, "open your mouth."
Krissy clinched her jaw and glared at the man standing in front of her. The wet bar of soap was starting to drip on her bedroom floor, and she had no desire to find out how it tasted. "I'm sorry, Dean," she said quickly. "I didn't mean to say it, I was still asleep and you surprised me. It just slipped out." Her pleading eyes met Dean's. "I promise, I won't do it again."
Dean studied her face for a moment. "I'm getting soft," he muttered under his breath as he read the sincerity in Krissy's apology. "Okay, but this is your one and only reprieve. Next time I hear that word from you, it won't matter when or how it was said. I will wash your mouth out with soap and bust your ass. Am I understood?"
Krissy signed in relief. This was not the best way to start off a morning, but at least she managed to get out of tasting soap. "Yes, sir."
Dean nodded and moved back to the sink. He put the soap back in its dish and rinsed the residue off his hand before drying it with a towel. Turning back, he saw Krissy was still sitting in the desk chair where he'd left her.
"I want your butt in the gym in ten minutes, ready to work out," he said. "And you're going to make up the," he paused to look at his watch, "now forty-five minutes you missed. You want to be a hunter, that means discipline and being where you're supposed to be when you're supposed to be there." He turned and left the room, leaving Krissy to scramble to change out of her pajamas, hit the bathroom, and get to the gym in the allotted time.
For the last two weeks, she had alternated between hand-to-hand combat and strength training with Dean and running with Sam to work on her conditioning and stamina training - working with Dean one day and Sam the next. In the afternoons, she studied lore and research techniques with Sam. She was enjoying the training, and it kept her so busy she really hadn't had the time or the energy to cause much trouble. The few times her smart mouth had gotten the better of her, she'd been confined to her room with the admonition that she'd better straighten up fast or she wouldn't be sitting comfortably, and there had been the one occasion when Sam had made her write lines. All in all, the last month at the bunker had gone better than she'd expected it to.
Krissy practically ran into the gym. She was determined she was going to meet Dean's time limit. She knew he was already aggravated with her, and she was lucky to have gotten away with what she'd said that morning. She didn't want to tempt fate any further.
Dean glanced at his watch as she entered the large room. "Cutting it kinda close aren't you?"
She had no idea that she only had fifteen seconds to spare before he came looking for her again. Instead, she simply responded, "yes, sir."
Dean nodded, pacified that, at least for the moment, she was going to do as she was told. "Okay, stretch and warm up, then start on the punching bag."
She liked when Dean had her working with the punching bag. It helped her get rid of some of her anger and frustration. She concentrated on what she was doing while Dean ran through the portion of his own series of exercises he hadn't already done that morning while waiting on her to show up. He then went over to coach her on her technique. Once he was satisfied with the time she'd put in there, he ran her through some calisthenics, watching as she did jumping jacks, squats, sit ups, push ups, and lunges. Krissy was tired and sore when she'd finished.
"Not so fast," Dean said as she started toward the bench where a bottle of water and a towel waited for her. She stopped and turned to stare at him.
"What now?" she asked somewhat impatiently, forgetting her vow to herself that she'd behave the rest of the day. "I've already been at it for an hour."
"Watch it," Dean advised in a bland voice before a grin Krissy could only describe as evil spread across his face. "You know what a burpee is?"
"No," Krissy said uneasily. She'd lied. They'd done them in gym class at her last school, and she absolutely hated them. She really hoped that her suspicions were incorrect.
"Well, you're going to learn," Dean replied, still smiling. He'd not heard of the exercise until a few days ago when he'd found information about them while searching the Internet for ideas to add to Krissy's workout routine. He'd planned on incorporating them into her regime once she got stronger and what she had been doing began getting easier. Instead, he'd decided to use them that morning as discipline for being late.
He demonstrated how to do the exercise. "Okay, you try it," he directed, ignoring her groan.
A thought occurred to her as she moved into position. If she pretended she didn't understand what she was doing, Dean would have to keep doing them, too. She suppressed a grin as she squatted and then slowly stretched each leg out into the push up position, did a push up, then dropped to her knees before standing up to jump.
"No," Dean said. "You jump between positions. Like this." He demonstrated the exercise again, doing it easily. Despite his unhealthy diet and drinking habit, Dean was in good physical condition and didn't have any problem doing the exercise. "You do it."
Dean immediately grew suspicious when a grin flashed across Krissy's face. She'd tried to smother it, but she hadn't been quite successful and let it show for a split second. Dean's suspicions were proven correct when Krissy again did her next burpee incorrectly.
"Could you show me again?" She asked, her voice sounding innocent. "I'm not sure I understand."
Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "I've shown you how to do them. You're a smart girl, figure it out. You aren't leaving here until you've done twenty of them correctly."
Krissy stared at him open mouthed. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. "Asshole," she muttered under her breath as she perfectly performed a burpee.
"That's one," Dean said in a way that left no doubt that he wasn't referring to the exercise. "You're lucky I'm not adding more for lying to me. Now get to it." To add insult to injury, he walked over to the bench and picked up his own bottle of water and took a long drink before sighing in satisfaction.
Krissy scowled at him as she continued to do burpees. When she finally did the last one, she ignored Dean as she grabbed her bottle of water off the bench. She collapsed onto the seat and groaned.
"Next time, be here on time," Dean said. He had no sympathy whatsoever for Krissy's exhausted state. "Go hit the showers then head to the kitchen for breakfast."
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Dean finished tying the laces on his boots and grabbed his laptop before heading toward the kitchen. He'd rushed through his own shower and getting dressed, hoping he could talk to Sam alone for a few minutes before Krissy showed up for breakfast. There were a few things they needed to discuss.
As he'd anticipated, he found Sam sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and reading a book. An empty plate sat in front of him, indicating that the younger man had already fixed and eaten his breakfast.
"I found us a job," Dean said as he sat down at the table and opened the laptop. "It should be a simple salt and burn, and it's only a few hours away in Wichita. It'll probably only take us a day or two."
Sam closed his book and laid it on the table before straightening in his seat. "I know you're getting restless, Dean, but we aren't in any position with Krissy to start taking jobs yet. She's made good progress, but we still don't know if we can trust her yet not to take off the first chance she gets."
Dean studied his brother's face. There was merit to what he had said. Still, he pressed on. "And we aren't going to know for sure until we put it to the test, are we?"
Sam nodded slightly to concede to Dean's point. "Regardless, we have an appointment tomorrow to get her registered for school. If," he said, emphasizing the single word, "we take this job, it will have to wait until after that. If you can't wait until then, call around to see if another hunter is available to go with you. Last I heard Smitty was working in this area."
Dean shrugged non-committedly. He'd think about Sam's suggestion, but he might bring it up again in a couple of days. "About Krissy's schooling, I've been thinking about something," he said, his tone of voice growing more serious.
Sam picked up his cup of coffee and took a drink. "Probably the same thing I've been thinking about." He paused to gather his thoughts. "We can't stop hunting just because we have Krissy with us. That's just not feasible. It's also not feasible for us to leave her behind so she can attend classes if she's going to school in person. We know we can't trust her to actually go to school, and there's no one to stay with her - especially given how often and how long we're gone. I mean, Cas has lost his grace and gone MIA. Jody can't come to stay with her. Who else is there? I'm thinking the better option may be for her to be homeschooled with me supervising."
Before Dean could respond, Krissy rushed into the room. "What the hell?! You assholes are making decisions about my life again without talking to me about it?" She had approached the kitchen doorway just in time to hear what Sam had said about her not being trusted to actually go to school and his suggestion of homeschooling her. The fact that they were discussing something so important without her input infuriated her, and she didn't pause to consider the Winchester brother's previous admonitions to hold onto her temper or watch her language.
Dean immediately spun around in his chair to glare at her. "Watch your language and the tone of your voice, little girl."
Sam, sensing the situation had the potential to go downhill fast, ordered Krissy to sit down in a tone of voice that brooked no disobedience. Glaring at Dean, he silently communicated to his brother to shut the hell up and let him handle it.
Once Krissy was seated at the table, Sam turned to her. "Were you eavesdropping on our conversation?" His voice was steady without any hint of the frustration he was feeling.
"Not intentionally," Krissy responded in a hard voice. "I heard you talking as I came down the hall." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. As far as she was concerned, he was the main culprit in their current predicament.
Sam nodded his understanding. "Okay, fine," he said conceding that point. "First of all, Dean is right," he shot a glare in Dean's direction at the smug look that crossed his brother's fact. "You need to watch your tone of voice. There is no acceptable reason for you to speak to either one of us like that." He paused to let her absorb what he said before continuing. "Second, don't jump to conclusions based on what you happen to overhear. Often you don't have the full picture of what's going on."
"Whatever," Krissy responded, not willing to concede anything to Sam at the moment.
Dean had to force himself not to jerk Krissy out of her chair and land a swat to her backside before putting her in a corner to cool off. But Sam was handling it, and he didn't want to interfere since they needed to present a united front. Otherwise, he knew Krissy would find a way to play one of them against the other.
Sam bit back a sigh. This was not going to be easy, he thought to himself. "You need to lose the attitude right now, young lady," he said as he leaned his arms onto the table, "or you won't like the consequences. Now, what you overheard was a discussion - no decisions were being made. We were talking about whether you being homeschooled rather than attending classes in person was an option we needed to explore further. If we had decided it was something that needed to be discussed further, we would have brought you into the conversation because you deserve to have input into something like that."
"Yeah, right," Krissy said skeptically. "Like you've let me have input on everything else you've decided for me so far - like me coming to live in this shithole bunker. It's not like you actually gave me any choice in that."
Dean shot to his feet so quickly his chair overturned. The clatter it made sounded loudly in the suddenly quiet kitchen. He intended to haul Krissy to her feet and deal with her attitude right then and there.
"Dean," Sam said sharply, bringing his brother's attention to him and away from Krissy. "Sit down," he ordered. "We need to discuss this, not fly off the handle. All that is going to accomplish is getting all of us frustrated." Turning to Krissy, he continued. "I'm done warning you about your attitude. Lose it now, or there will be consequences. Am I understood?"
Sam being stern with her was much more intimidating than when Dean was. Dean was predictable. He'd yell and threaten to spank her or actually swat her, but Sam was a bit unknown. He would try to talk to her about what was going on in her head, but even he had a point where enough was enough. She suspected he was quickly approaching that point, and he could be scary when pushed too far. She'd only seen it during their trip to the bunker, and she wasn't sure it was something she wanted to see again.
"Yes, sir," Krissy replied softly.
Sam nodded his acceptance of her answer. "Take a couple of deep breaths and calm down so we can discuss this civilly."
Krissy closed her eyes and did as she was told. She began to visibly relax.
"Are you ready to talk about this calmly now?" Sam asked, after a few minutes had passed.
"Yes, sir."
"Good girl," he responded. "Now, what we were discussing when you interrupted us was whether it would be better for you to attend school in person or be homeschooled. Either way, you are going back to school. The issue is that when we start hunting again, we're going to be on the road. You haven't exactly proven to us as this point that you can be trusted to actually go to school if we leave you here while we travel, and it's not feasible for one of us to always stay here with you." Sam intentionally presented the facts as he saw them, rather than sugar coating them. "My thought was that if you are homeschooled, you can continue your education without interruption, regardless of whether we are here in the bunker or on the road for a job. I would be the one to oversee your schooling, and I'd do that along with your hunter training."
Rather than hearing what Sam actually said, Krissy heard that she would be going on the road with them for hunts. The fact that she'd have to do school work was less important to her than the idea that she would be hunting - or at least her perception that Sam had said she would be hunting. Plus, she'd already been the outsider in a new school once in Carson Springs. The townies had a tendency to ostracize newcomers, and she really didn't want to go through that again - not that she wanted to go back to school at all.
"What if I don't want to go back to school? Can't I just get my GED instead?" She asked. "It's not like I need an education to be a hunter anyway."
"Not happening," Dean responded before Sam could speak. "You're going back to school. End of discussion. The only choice you've got is how you do it."
Sam shared a look with Dean. He knew it bothered his brother that he had dropped out of school and later got his GED. When Dean nodded in acceptance of Sam's unspoken words, Sam turned his gaze to Krissy. "Having an education is important. You may decide at some point that you don't want to keep hunting. Having an education will give you something to fall back on. Plus, I can't tell you how many times something I learned in school helped on a hunt."
Krissy slumped back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. "Whatever," she said, earning glares from both Winchester brothers. She sighed heavily. "Like that's much of a choice."
"It's the only one you're getting," Sam stated matter of factly. "If you can't or won't make a choice, I'll do it for you." He paused to give her a moment to think about what he'd said.
"Homeschooling," Krissy bit out.
Sam nodded in acceptance of her choice then watched as Dean came to his feet and moved over to the refrigerator. Now that the decision had been made, it was time for him to fix breakfast. He pulled out eggs and bacon and placed them on the counter. "How do you want your eggs, Krissy?"
"I don't," she responded as she moved to her feet. She'd lost her appetite with the conversation they'd just had. She felt like she'd completely lost control of her life and that Dean and Sam were once again making all the decisions for her. After all, they had just maneuvered her into making the decision they wanted.
"Nope," Dean said as he started laying slices of bacon into an iron skillet. "You worked out hard this morning, you need to eat to refuel your body. If you don't want bacon and eggs, get something else. Now."
Krissy huffed and rolled her eyes and headed toward the cupboard, where she pulled out a box of cereal. She slammed it down on the counter and turned to get a bowl and spoon out of the cabinet behind Dean. He turned and grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "Can it, right now, little girl."
She tried to pull her arm free of Dean's grasp, but he held onto her while his stern gaze met hers. After several tense seconds, she looked away in submission, and Dean released her arm.
When she sat back down at the table with her bowl of cereal, Sam stood. "Come find me in the library when you're finished. I expect to see you in no more than thirty minutes." Once again he shared a silent conversation with Dean, who nodded his agreement. "We need to have a discussion about our meeting with the principal tomorrow and your behavior this morning." He grabbed his coffee cup and refilled it from the coffee maker on the nearby cabinet. "And have some fruit with that cereal," he said as he left the room.
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Sam glanced at his watch as he closed his book and placed it on the table beside the armchair where he was sitting. Krissy was ten minutes late. He'd given her five minutes more than he should have, and now it was time to hunt her down. They would definitely be discussing her tardiness when he found her.
As he stepped out of the library into the war room he decided he'd stop by the kitchen to see if she and Dean were still there for some reason. When he entered the room, he immediately saw that the only occupant was Dean, who was sitting at the table browsing news stories on his computer and nursing a cup of coffee.
"Have you seen Krissy in the last little bit?" He asked.
"Not since she stormed out of here after she ate. What's up?"
"She didn't come to the library like I told her."
Dean sat back in his chair and looked at his brother. "I had to go get her this morning for her workout. Sounds like not showing up on time is starting to be a problem."
Sam nodded. "I'll add that to what I'd planned to discuss with her."
"And that is?" Dean asked curiously.
"The fact that the attitude she's been sporting today better not show up tomorrow during our appointment to get her registered for school. In fact, that attitude had better disappear quickly, or I'm going to be dealing with it."
"Yeah, good luck with that, Sammy," Dean said sarcastically. He was secretly relieved that someone other than him would be laying down the law with Krissy. It seemed like he was usually the one having to be the bad guy.
Sam let out a short laugh. "Thanks, I think I'm going to need it."
He decided to check Krissy's room first. Her door was cracked, so he knocked gently and waited a moment before pushing it open. She was lying on her back on the bed with her feet propped up against the headboard. A book was braced against her knees.
"Weren't you supposed to be someplace," Sam made a show of glancing at his watch to check the time, "fifteen minutes ago."
"So?" Krissy didn't even look up from her book.
A muscle jumped in Sam's jaw as he gritted his teeth. It took all of his effort to bite back his temper. He stepped over to the bed and snatched the book out of her hands and tossed it in the direction of her desk, not particularly caring if it actually landed on the wooden surface or not. He grasped her arm and pulled her up until she was sitting on the side of the bed.
"What the hell, Sam?" she asked as her head swam at the sudden change in position.
"Watch your mouth." Sam turned and pulled the chair away from the desk and placed it in front of where Krissy sat. He stared at her for several moments, taking some secret delight in watching her squirm in her seat.
"What?" she asked, no longer able to bear his silence.
"You know what," Sam replied blandly. "You knew you were supposed to come meet me in the library. Dean told me he had to come get you this morning for your workout, too. You've told us that you want to be a hunter. Part of that is being responsible enough and disciplined enough to be where you are supposed to be on time, every time. If people can't depend on you to do that, they aren't going to trust you to have their backs in a fight, and that could be deadly." Sam studied Krissy's face as he spoke. Rather than the contrition he'd hoped to see, he saw a mixture of impatience and anger. "Fine," he said with a sigh. "If that's the way you want to play this, then that's how we'll do it. I'll have lines for you to write when we're finished talking."
"Lines? Seriously?" Krissy asked sarcastically.
"Yes, lines. And they had better be done exactly as I tell you, or there will be consequences," Sam replied. He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms across his chest. "Now, let's get to the reason I wanted to talk to you in the first place - our appointment at the high school tomorrow."
"What of it?"
"For one thing, this attitude you've been sporting today better not make an appearance tomorrow. I expect you to be on your best behavior. This is your opportunity to make a first impression on the principal, and you want to make a good one. She will have already seen your records from your last school and will have pegged you as a problem student. You want to change that."
"Do I really have to go? Can't you just fill out some paperwork or something?" Krissy asked. She wasn't quite successful in hiding the fear in her voice.
"Yes, you have to go. It's the school's requirement, not just mine." Sam studied her face as he spoke. His demeanor changed from stern to concerned. "Help me understand something here, Krissy. Why are you so against going back to school?"
Krissy shrugged. "I'm tired of being an outsider. I was in Carson Springs, and I will be here. Townies don't like new kids. I don't want to go through that again."
Sam hummed. He understood all too well how it felt to be the new kid in school. He didn't think he spent more than a few months at any one school until he left to go to Stanford. But, he didn't think that was all that was bothering Krissy. He wasn't going to push her to talk about it if she didn't want to - at least not at the moment. "Is that all there is to it?" He felt like he at least needed to ask.
"What else would there be?"
Sam nodded his acceptance of her answer. "Okay. Just know, if you ever need to talk about anything that's going on, I'm here to listen."
"Sure," Krissy shrugged. "Whatever."
"Really?" Sam asked with a sigh. The teenager sitting in front of him seemed physically incapable of not showing an attitude. "Tell me what you're going to do tomorrow."
"I'm going to be a good girl and not piss off the principal."
Sam shook his head in resignation. "That's not exactly how I would have worded it, but that's the gist of it." He stood and moved to the desk. He rummaged through the drawers until he came up with a notebook and a working pen. He flipped through it until he came to a set of blank pages. At the top of the first page he wrote in his neat script, "I will be where I am supposed to be on time and will not keep people waiting." A few lines down he wrote a second sentence, "I will be respectful towards others at all times." He put it on the desk and laid the pen on top. "I want both of those written 200 times each in your best handwriting, and I expect it to be done by lunch. That gives you 3 hours. I suggest you get busy."
"Yeah, sure."
Sam turned to Krissy and gripped her chin in his hand. Tilting her head up so he could look her in the eyes, he said, "lose the attitude, young lady. It's getting tiresome. You know better than to behave this way. I promise you, neither Dean nor I am going to put up with it any longer. This is your last warning."
He continued to meet her gaze until she said, "yes, sir," and looked away.
"Good girl. Now, get those lines done. I'll be back in a couple of hours or so to check on you." He left the room, closing the door behind him.
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"Done," Krissy said to herself as she tossed the pen she'd been using onto the desk. She smiled as she stood up from the desk chair and stretched. Sam Winchester had thought he'd been so smart trying to punish her with lines. Well, she'd show him just how smart he'd been.
She still had a smile on her face as she approached the kitchen. She stopped just before the door and schooled her features into a sneer. Krissy didn't know if Sam was in the room or not. If he was, she didn't want him getting suspicious from her expression.
She was a little disappointed when she entered the room and no one else was present. She fixed herself a sandwich and grabbed a bottle of water and carried them back to her bedroom. Taking a seat on her bed, she opened her laptop and pulled up Netflix to watch a movie while she ate her lunch.
Krissy hadn't realized she'd left her bedroom door standing open. As a result, Sam had the opportunity to observe her for a few minutes before he knocked on the door jam. "How's it going," he asked.
"They're finished," she said shortly, not bothering to look up from her computer screen.
"Let's take a look at them," Sam responded as he entered the room and moved toward the desk. He picked the notebook up from the desk and turned to face Krissy where she sat on her bed. An empty plate was by her knee, and her laptop was on the bed in front of her.
Sam didn't miss Krissy tensing up as he opened the notebook to where the lines started. He briefly wondered if it was just because he was invading her space or if it was because he was checking her work and she had something to hide. It didn't take him long to figure out the answer.
The first page of the first set of lines was neatly written and numbered. But as Sam flipped the page to review the rest of Krissy's work, he saw the lines become sloppier to the point that some were nearly illegible. His temper really flared, though, at the lines of "Sam Wichester is an asshole" and "Sam Winchester sucks dick," along with other similar insults interspersed throughout the lines of "I will be where I am supposed to be on time and will not keep people waiting."
"Do I even need to look at the second set of lines, or will I find the same thing?" he asked sternly as he continued to flip through the notebook pages.
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Krissy replied in a steady voice. She was a little pleased to see that the little digs she's hidden among the lines were hitting home. It served him right for being such an ass earlier that morning, she thought.
"That's what I thought," Sam replied as he flipped the notebook closed and tossed it on the desk. He took two steps across the room and grabbed Krissy's laptop from the bed and snapped it closed.
"Hey!" Krissy exclaimed as she lunged for the computer, "Give that back!"
Sam didn't say anything as he turned to set it on the desk. When he turned back to face Krissy he crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a hard stare that caused her to squirm in her seat.
"Do you remember what I told you the first day you were here in the bunker?" he asked.
Krissy pursed her lips and looked off in the distance as if she were trying to remember what had been said. "Nope," she said after a moment. "I'm afraid I don't."
"Well, let me refresh your memory, young lady." Sam's voice was hard. "I expect obedience and respect from you, and if you push me too far you can expect to have your backside spanked. Well, guess what, Kristina," he paused for effect rather than to give her a chance to answer. "You've pushed me too far today."
Krissy pushed herself back on the bed as Sam took a step toward her. She had almost gauged how far she could push Dean before he'd take action and had wanted to find out the same thing about Sam. But now that she was faced with the consequences of her endeavor, she wasn't going to willingly give in.
Sam reached for her, but she slipped off the other side of the bed. Using her small size and agility she evaded his attempts to grab her and quickly slipped out of the still open bedroom door. She ran down the hallway, intending to find someplace in the bunker to hideout until Sam's temper cooled down some.
As she rushed along the tiled corridor, Krissy turned to look back over her shoulder only to see Sam closing the distance between them with his long strides. Because she wasn't paying attention to where she was going, she slammed into the solid wall of muscle that was Dean Winchester.
Dean let out a loud "oof" as the unexpected impact with Krissy knocked the air out of his lungs. At the same time he grasped her arms to keep her from falling backward onto her backside. He looked down at the worried expression on her face.
"I was going to ask you where you were going in such a rush," he said as he looked up to see Sam making his way down the corridor. The look of anger on Sam's face was one that Dean rarely saw. "But I think I know the answer to that question. What did you do to piss him off so badly?"
Krissy didn't answer Dean's question. Instead, she began struggling to free herself from his tightening hold on her biceps. "Let me go, Dean!"
"I don't think so, brat," he responded lightly. He was curious to know what Krissy had done in such a short period of time to push his younger brother to the point of anger. He'd let this little scenario play out and ask Sam about it later.
"You lose something?" Dean asked Sam as he came to a stop in front of them. He turned Krissy so that she faced Sam and gave her a slight shove to send her in his direction. She didn't have a chance to try and escape again before Sam's large hand closed around her upper arm.
"Thanks," he responded as he turned on his heel and started back down the corridor. His grip on her arm caused Krissy to have to nearly run to keep from being dragged behind him.
Quicker than Krissy would have liked Sam was pulling her into her bedroom and closing the door behind them. He still didn't release her arm as he took a seat on the foot of her bed and pulled her to stand between his spread knees.
"Young lady, let's get one thing straight right now," he said in a voice that was an octave lower than usual due to the depth of his anger. "If you ever," he emphasized as he pointed a long finger at her, "run from me when I'm going to punish you, I will add my belt to whatever I was already planning to give you. Is that understood?"
"Yeah."
Sam turned her to the side and landed a hard swat on her backside. Turning her back to face him, he asked, "You want to try that again?"
Krissy had had some idea of what would happen when she pushed Sam too far. Despite what she'd told him, she had remembered exactly what he'd said he'd do. But, she'd had to know if he'd actually do it. Still, she hadn't expected it to be quite like this. If anything, his anger was far scarier than Dean's had been, and the swat he'd just landed had her worried. It felt like his huge hand had covered half her backside.
"Yes, sir," she responded. Although it was probably too late now, she was determined to do what she could to lessen her upcoming punishment.
Sam nodded. "Now, why am I going to spank you?" He held up a hand to forestall her response. "Think about it before you answer. You won't do yourself any favors by giving me attitude right now."
Krissy opened her mouth to answer and shut it again without saying anything. Sam could practically see the wheels turning in her head as she thought for a moment. She sighed heavily. "I've had an attitude with both you and Dean, I didn't come to see you in the library when you told me to, and I intentionally didn't do the lines correctly."
"While we've had an ongoing issue with your attitude, it has started to improve - until today. And the other stuff - the intentional disobedience and the insults are new. You know better than to behave that way. Why did you do it?"
Krissy shrugged. "I don't know."
Sam studied her face for a moment. "You want to know what I think?" he asked in a more gentle voice. He was making an effort to calm down during their talk. The last thing he wanted to do was to spank her in anger.
Krissy shrugged again.
"I think you've been testing me to find out just what I'd do. Well, Kristina, you're about to find out that I'm a man of my word. I told you I would spank you if you pushed me too far, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."
With that, Sam pulled Krissy forward until she was draped over his left thigh. He wrapped his hand around her side and held her snug against his body while he pinned her legs down with his free one. He tossed the tail of her long t-shirt up over her back, leaving her thin leggings in place.
He didn't make her wait for the first swat to fall as he brought his hand down hard on her right buttock. Krissy barely had time to register the resulting sting before another swat fell. Sam continued to rain down swat after swat. His hand was so large that each swat unintentionally overlapped the swat delivered before it.
Soon Krissy was openly sobbing and trying, within the limited range of motion Sam had allowed her, to squirm away from his descending hand. "I'm sorry," she finally cried. "I promise I won't do it again."
Sam let a few more swats fall before pausing and letting his hand rest on the back of her untouched thigh. "You will lose the attitude and treat me and Dean with respect." Half a dozen hard swats landed on her upper thighs, causing Krissy to squeal with the pain that bloomed in her sensitive flesh. "You will do what you are told, when you are told." Another series of swats assaulted her sit spots. "You do not insult anyone because you do not like what they have said or told you to do." More swats fell on her thighs. "Am I completely understood?"
"Yes, sir," Krissy's words were lost in her sobs and were nearly unintelligible.
Sam bit back a sigh of relief as he loosened his grip on Krissy. "Please don't make me have to do that again," he said as he helped her come to her feet. He watched her for a moment and could tell she was deliberating whether to reach out to him for comfort. He made the decision for her and pulled her onto his lap. Tucking her head under his chin and letting her rest against his chest, he rubbed her arm soothingly.
They stayed that way for a few minutes before Krissy moved to get up. Sam stood and made sure she was steady on her feet before he stepped away toward the door.
"You have fifteen minutes," he said as he checked the time, "to get yourself together and be sitting at a table in the library. You are going to redo your lines, and I will have more to add to them." He gave her a look filled with meaning and promise. "Do yourself a favor and be there on time."
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Sam stepped into the kitchen and accepted the beer Dean held out for him.
"Got anything stronger," he asked off hand-handedly.
"Nah," Dean said lightly. "It's too early for the hard stuff." He eyed his brother as he sat down at the table and drained the bottle of beer in only a few deep swallows.
"Yeah. But, I gotta tell you, that sucked."
"Sure does. It's the hardest thing I've ever had to do. You want to tell me what she did to deserve to get her ass busted? 'Cause I know you don't do that shit lightly."
Sam got up from the table where he'd been sitting and went to the refrigerator to grab another beer. After popping the cap on the bottle he took a long drink and sat back down to relate what had happened between himself and Krissy.
"For what it's worth," Dean said when Sam was finished, "you made the right decision. Kid's been cruisin' for days."
"That still doesn't make me feel any better about it," Sam responded, sitting back in his chair. "I don't know how you did it, and I know I didn't give you an easy time."
Dean shrugged. "I did what I had to do, and so will you. Don't beat yourself up over it."
Sam glanced at his watch and stood, swallowing the last of his beer. "We'll see."
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Sam was surprised when he walked into the library and spotted Krissy sitting at one of the tables. He had half expected her to not show up on time just to send him a message. He was pleased to see he was wrong.
As he stepped closer to the room, he couldn't help but smile when he spotted the pillow Krissy had put in the seat of her chair. He briefly thought about making her surrender it to him, but since she had obeyed him, he was willing to give her the concession.
He didn't say anything as he moved across the room to grab a legal pad and a pen from the supplies kept on one of the side tables. He approached the table where Krissy was sitting and, still not saying anything, sat down across from her. He wrote something on the pad, then slid it across to Krissy.
"I'm glad to see you here early, Krissy."
Krissy nodded. "Yes, sir," she said quietly.
"Now, I wrote down the two original lines you were to write. You are to write each of those 400 times each. I expect them to be in your best handwriting and without any extra commentary. I've also added another line. I expect you to write "I will not insult others because I do not agree with them" two hundred times. Again - in your best handwriting and without commentary. You're to stay here in the library to work on them. Any questions?"
"No, sir," Krissy said, her voice was still quiet. She didn't like what she was hearing, but the continued throbbing in her backside despite the pillow she was sitting on convinced her to do as she had been told.
"Good girl," Sam responded with a smile.
TBC