Consequences and Promises
Hi everyone thank you all for reading and following this old story of mine. Worked hard to get this chapter completed for you all. I really appreciate all the comments and reviews it gives me such encouragement and motivation.
Please note: This is the last chapter in my notebook that is completed and edited and may not get to write the next one for a good while yet due to personal things happening in my life. But I'm hoping it won't be too long before I'm able to writing again.
WARNING: There is descriptive disciplinary spanking of a minor (13-year-old) in this chapter along with swearing. If this offends you in any way please do not read.
As Dean's shadow cast over her, Ellie felt her heart drop into her stomach and her breathing ceased in horrendous anticipation half expecting the man to just reach out and bend her over the bed without a word. However, much to her surprise, the man just stood there looming over her like a dreadful omen which she concluded was not much better.
Ellie swallowed licking her lips trying to regain some much-needed courage as she tilted her head up getting a glimpse of his rather terrifying expression that appeared like he could explode at any moment. Yet, whether from stupidity or bravery, the stubborn teenager managed, against all odds, to keep her gaze on him forcing herself to mask on a stoic and bold frown, but as always, her big round brown eyes deceived her glimmering with a childlike worry.
"What-What are you gonna to do?" Ellie asked boldly attempting to keep her rising nerves out of her voice, but did not entirely succeed as it quivered with unease. "Just put me over your knee?" Ellie guessed in a brazen tone almost scoffingly like it did not matter to her which was entirely false as it matter a great deal to the young girl how she was going to get her ass spanked.
Dean just narrowed his stern eyes at her dangerously hard not saying a word.
"Well, go ahead." Ellie baited daringly surprising even herself at her nerve. What the hell was she trying to do? Get herself killed? What was she trying to prove anyway? She, honestly, didn't, rightly, know herself and just allowed her unhinged adolescent emotions to dictate her words.
"Give me a lickin'. It won't make a difference anyway. I'll-I'll just run away again." Ellie declared brashly, but despite her bold tone there was a very clear hesitancy and uncertainly in her voice that wavier making her sound not as convincing as she wished.
Dean's hard green eyes physically widened flashing in grave offense at her unbelievably arrogant and brass statement. Dean's mouth hardened in a firm line as his smoldering scowl deepened dangerously making Ellie instantly wish the earth would just open up and swallow her.
"You do, little girl, and I'll just drag you back over my knee again and you can keep getting 'lickin's' to your hearts content." Dean informed harshly his voice elevating to a grave level of frustration and anger feeling an undeniable fear of her being so reckless as to risk her life a second time.
"You want to test me on that?" Dean challenged sharply his teeth gritting feeling his jaw muscles ache. "You're going to be one sore and sorry little girl by the end of that shit show." The angry Hunter leaned forward slightly until his eyes were locked onto hers making sure she absorbed the seriousness of his declaration.
"And that is no threat, young lady, that's a promise." Dean expressed adamantly in a tone that was unbelievably convincing to the young teenager.
"You are about to get one hell of a wakeup call if you think you can give me any lip after what you just pulled. You give me anymore of that mouth of yours and I'm going to march your arrogant butt into that bathroom over there and wash out every 'fuck', 'bullshit', and disrespect backtalk you've given us today. If you want to find out just how disgusting motel soap taste, keep pushing me." Dean challenged sharply done with being patient with the teenager and done being nice.
It seemed patience is not what she needed. What she needed a serious reality check and the frustrated man was only too ready to give it as his tolerance for her behavior was utterly spent. As much she believed this was her world where she could do and say as she pleased, it was not and she was going to learn, one way or another, that he was not a man to be tested or disrespected by an adolescent with too much grit and attitude then was good for her. She was a child and her reckless behavior was a good way to get herself in far more trouble than any spanking he could dish out.
Ellie's eyes widened before turning her attention immediately to the right of her trying to hid the inescapable blush that was forming across her lightly freckled cheeks at his threat to wash her mouth out. She had not had the pleasure of that punishment in several years and the very thought of being subject to it again was not something she was willing to risk. Ellie subconsciously ran the top of her teeth across her tongue recalling just how badly the bitter suds of cheap soap tasted and she wanted no part of it. What the hell was wrong with her?
"Got anything more to say to me?" Dean challenged darkly in a foreboding tone that gave off every indication that there was only one answer to that question.
Ellie shallowed her pride bitterly.
"No, sir." She mumbled in a respectful and level tone.
"Good." Dean declared sharply more to the understanding that she was going to keep the disrespect out of her mouth and get attitude under control rather than she simply did not want soap in her mouth.
Dean then briskly took a hold of her bicep making Ellie's muscles stiffen in alarm and her nerves tingle with severe anxiety. Is he just going to spank her now? Unable to hold back a frightened gasp as Dean yanked her off her backside onto her feet guiding her around his large frame. He lowered himself down on the edge of mattress where Ellie once sat pulling her towards him until she was stood directly in front of him only inches from his spread legs.
Dean released the girl's bicep before reaching up and snatching the brim of her ballcap pulling it off her head and plopping it on the bed beside him. A few frays of her brown hair lifted and Ellie felt a sudden nakedness come over her as the comforting safety of her ballcap was removed exposing her face completely to the man. Although, it was essentially just a hat, having it off made her feel unquestionable vulnerable and uncomfortable as she could no longer hide under it.
Dean glanced up at her with hard stern features of firm resolve. The young teenager twiddled with her fingers and dipped her head down towards the carpet shifting awkwardly with great discomfort.
"I take it Caleb has spanked you before?" Dean asked already knowing the answer, his deep vocals rumbling in his chest. Caleb was a military man, like his father, and a well-seasoned Hunter with a similar steadfast personality in survival and general outlook on things. There was no doubt in his mind that the young girl got her ass whopped at least a few times in her life. And if he was betting on that mouth of hers and that daring attitude, it was probably more than a few times. Hunting was a dangerous business where one could not afford to be soft and lenient when it came to safety and following orders. It was critical to one's success and survival. If one faltered or deviated from that, the consequences were deadly and unforgivable, the kind of consequences that could cost you not only your life, but the life of child. Dean, being well immersed in the Hunting world, knew this well and those who didn't understand that or did not have the will to face it were essentially already dead and their children along with them. It was a simple harsh reality that was cruel and unfair, but it remained a fact nonetheless.
Ellie bit her bottom lip feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the personal question scuffing the toe of her boot into the carpet. No matter how true it was, it was still hard for the teenager to admit she indeed got her ass spanked regardless.
"Y-Yeah….yes, sir." Ellie expressed honestly, adding the 'yes, sir' for respect feeling utterly humbled after being threatened with getting her mouth washed out for sassing.
Dean dipped his head down slightly attempting to catch her gaze, but the girl deviated her eyes allowing her straight brown locks to curtain the sides of her face protectively. Dean reached out and gently pushed the bottom of her chin upwards with a hocked finger forcing her gaze on him as he leveled a stern and serious expression on her.
"You can cry all you want, but don't you kick, bite or punch me." Dean instructed in a ridged tone giving her a very grave look of warning not entirely trusting the child to be compliant or not fight against him. He knew very well she had the skill to injure him if she chose to, not that it would make a difference in her favor, other than piss him off, as he was grown man and more than capable of restraining her and forcing her to endure the punishment. However, that did not mean he was going tolerate it.
"You do that, my belt's coming off and I ain't gonna be happy. But either way this plays out, you are going to be spanked for running off and risking your life." Dean declared with ridged authority and unyielding determination before removing his finger from under her chin.
"I ain't gonna mince words here, kid. You fucked up, big time in my book and I ain't going to pat you on the back for it. You betrayed our trust and you're going to have a hell of a time earning it back. Stupid reckless decision like these could cost you your life, but luckily for you, you only get to pay with a sore ass and not buried six feet under." Dean expressed in composed, but serious tone that was lined with a dreadful disappointment that pushed against the guilt in Ellie's chest.
"Well, I ain't gonna cry." Ellie stated boldly in offense stiffening her jaw and lifting her chin up slightly as she attempted to remain composed, but her voice wavered unsteadily making her statement seem highly unconvincing even to herself.
Dean cocked his head to the side as he narrowed his hard eyes in on her. He seriously doubted she would get through the punishment with no tears. However, he did not miss the fact that she did not explicitly express not harming him to get out of her punishment. Getting elbowed in the ribs on their first encounter was enough to put the man on high alert and with her bold actions today he was not in a very trusting mood nor would he accept any attempt to harm him.
"You gonna kick, bite or punch me? Cause if you're going to do that, might as well just take this off now." Dean expressed in manner far too matter-of-fact for the circumstances before abruptly standing and lifting his hands to waistband. The man pushed up on his black t-shirt revealing the black leather belt around his slim hips as he started to swiftly undo his belt buckle.
Ellie felt a panicking rush surge through her veins as she frantically shot out her hands towards him touching the tips of fingers onto his hands stopping him instantly from continuing with his task of taking off the offensive leather. "N-N-N-No, no." Ellie stammered out desperately before leveling her tone out calmly when Dean stilled his hands.
Ellie visibly swallowed as she continued to look at the half-unclasped belt around the man's waist.
"You don't have to. I'm not…I'm not gonna do that." Ellie reassured in a meager and bashful tone, that embarrassed her, hoping against all odds, that the Hunter would believe her and just redo his belt buckle. She did not plan to hurt the Hunter. She may be bold, but she was not as bold as to physically fight the six-foot brawny man. Despite the evidence to the contrary at the moment, she wasn't stupid, she knew she would lose that mismatched battle any way she squared it. Besides, Ellie was well aware of the fact that it was a punishment, like many she had experienced before, and was not brawl for survival. And if she was being honest with herself, there was a part of her that knew she had earned it.
Her instinct and common sense did not send her in a state of fear of the man, other than the healthy fear of her backside getting tanned. Not to mention, the belt was not something she wished upon herself at the expense of her pride. She knew what it felt like as her uncle took it off a couple times in her young life and the ache it produced was simply awful.
Dean's sharp green eye squinted and studied her suspiciously for a beat like he wasn't sure if he should believe her or not.
"Fine." Dean said briskly before reclasping his belt buckle making his decision. Despite her innocent eyes appearing convincing and undoubtable nervous at the expense of his belt, he was not entirely trusting of the rash and impulsive teen. If she was lying to him, it would be no serious effort for him to slide it off if the need arose.
He let his black t-shirt fall back loosely over the leather belt hiding it from her view making Ellie's tense muscles slack with some relief, but that small relief was fleeting as Dean placed his large palms on his thighs and slowly sat back down on the bed.
The Hunter leaned forward slightly rested his forearms onto his spread thighs rubbing his palms together as he cast his attention away from the young girl. His amulet swinging slightly away from his chest as he fought against a painful reluctance that was building up in his heart. Despite the young girl vigorously and unquestionably earning of the punishment, it didn't make it any less difficult to dish out.
Although, he had been on the receiving end of many ass whoppings in his life, compliments to his father and his cocky die-hard attitude, he had rarely delivered any. He had given Sam a few in their younger years, but still, Sam was his brother, his family, his blood. Ellie was, essentially, a stranger. A young teenage girl which pushed against his reluctance far more than it probably should have feeling a protective softness for the young and fairer sex. However, the undeniable fact remained that she was in this harsh and dangerous world of Hunting, no matter how unfair and wrong that may be for the child to endure, it was the harsh truth of the matter. She was in this rough world of men and the soft privilege of that permissive type of thinking wouldn't do her any favors, in fact, it could, essentially cost her young life.
The young teenage girl desperately needed their help and guidance no matter how much she may think otherwise. And ultimately, what it came down to was he simply cared what happened to cocky troubled teen. He cared about her young life and that was enough to force his hand to protect her at all cost. He knew this life and would continue to maintain survival the best he could with what knowledge he had. He was responsible for her and he would be until Caleb was out of this conflict, but until then she was with them and, therefore, she was theirs to protect in the way they deemed necessary. She painfully remined him of his younger self and hoped, against all odds, that she would learn her life was a precious thing and not to be wasted on chance.
"Alright, let's get this over with." Dean expressed decidedly as he smacked his palms firmly on his thighs. The man straightened his posture before moving his hands out of the way for the kid.
"Get over." He ordered firmly jerking his head in a curt gesture for her to lay across his lap.
Ellie's breath cut short in her throat as she stared down at the man's hard ridged thighs that looked terribly stiff and uncomfortable. Ellie swallowed harshly her face morphing into a grimacing worry as she looked back up at him, her big round eyes appearing reluctant and desperate, almost pleading. Dean raised his eyebrows somewhat surprised at her immediate change in attitude to one of a cocky bold teenager to one who looked like just a nervous kid about to be punished.
Dean's brows frowned stiffly. This was far from the arrogant girl who just mouthed off to him. Did she not think he was serious? Or now that she was officially facing the music was she finally showing some humility? Whatever it was, Dean found himself watching her closely keeping a stern unyielding look on his face.
"Um what if…? What if someone hears?" Ellie asked giving Dean a worried look of hesitancy and childlike fear. Her adolescent mind foolishly and naively hoped that she could perhaps get the man to rethink and put elements of doubt in his head about punishing her. If Dean spanked anything remotely close to her uncle it was going to, in the most simplest terms, suck majorly. Ellie's heart began to hammer in her tight chest and her eyes subconsciously cast to his large calloused hands as she chewed on her bottom lip and began to fidget and squirm on her feet.
"Then they will hear a little girl getting a spanking." Dean replied evenly and purposefully in firm set tone, his deep voice lined with immovable resolve much to Ellie's great disappointment.
Ellie glanced behind her briefly catching a glimpse of Sam who still stood leaning against the kitchen table. His muscular arms crossed over his broad chest watching and listening intently with a firm critical frown on his face. Ellie pressed her lips into a nervous wince knowing she would receive no aid from the tall Hunter as her mind scrambled for more hail Mary excuses.
"What if someone calls the police?" Ellie questioned, turning back to face Dean, in hope that the fear of cops would deter him from following through. Ellie felt a false element of delusional hope rising within her which was thoroughly crushed by Dean's next words.
"Then they'll see a little girl getting a spanking." Dean returned sternly his voice edged with irritation at the girl's poor attempts to stall or persuade him. She was not helping her cause, in fact, she was essentially trying his withering patience.
Ellie felt her chest crack with disappointment and embarrassment at the idea of anyone else witnessing her getting her butt busted as Sam's critical eyes was proving to be enough. It seemed Dean wasn't the least bit deterred by the police going as far as suggesting that he would even allow them to witness it. The very thought was that notion was utterly humiliating.
"But I, um, you, you don't have to…" Ellie found herself sputtering out desperately, hesitation and timidness lining her tone in a last stich effort to spare her bottom from the pain. She knew she was sounding babyish and her bold attitude had diminished embarrassingly quickly under the Hunters stern resolve, but the young troubled teenager just couldn't seem to help, but try allowing her adolescent fears to take hold showing her to be the little girl she was.
"Obviously, I do, young lady." Dean snapped harshly cutting her off, his vocals deep and firm making Ellie's heart jump in her chest. "Because unfortunately you showed me just how reckless and thoughtless you can be about your own life. And how badly you need a reality check that thirteen-year-old little girls are, in fact, little girls." Dean declared gruffly feeling his teeth grit with irritation as all the fear and worry swarmed untamable in his gut.
"And you won't have to worry about dying alone because you're not going to die at all. I am gonna make damn sure of that." Dean proclaimed bluntly and boldly in an adamant tone of unquestionable determination, his voice raising gruffly at the young teenager.
Ellie felt her chest cave in harshly and her lung constrict depriving her of air as her face fell and paled at his firm declaration against her embarrassing and honest statement earlier about dying. The man was unquestionable firm in his resolve and his words were expressed with such intense determination that it was both shocking and scary to the girl. So much so that Ellie was simply compelled to believe him. The man was practically declaring her dying as not only unacceptable, but something that was simply not going to happen on his watch despite the odds not being in her favor. Regardless of his harsh and intimidating deliverance of his words, Ellie couldn't help, but feel an odd and strong sense of security come over her. An unfamiliar warmth of comfort spread across her chest as she allowed the feelings of safety and protection speed through her strong walls. Which seemed downright unfitting considering the man was about to wail on her backside at any moment, but nonetheless, the feelings were there.
"Now, get your reckless butt get over my knee or do I need to yank you over?" Dean questioned gruffly at the end of his patience having no problem pulling her over his lap if she couldn't muster up the courage to do it herself. It didn't matter to Dean, either way she was going over his knee. How, would be entirely up to her.
Seeing no hope of reprieve or chance of stalling any longer, with a reluctant grimace of dismay, Ellie awkwardly stepped to the side of his wide spread legs. Feeling her body strain with resistance, she forced herself to bend her body over his thick jean covered thigh until her stomach press onto the hard stiff muscle of one while her forearms pressed into his far thigh. Dean shifted his legs and shimmied her small body across his thighs guiding her along until her legs lifted off the ground and her torso dipped over his left knee positioning the girl's denim cover bottom in the center of his lap. Dean was surprised at just how light the young girl's body felt across his lap. Although, she had a slim athletic build, she was especially a young adolescent who had a lot of growing to do.
Ellie teetered uncomfortably over his stiff legs surprised at just how solid the man was. She might as well have been laying across a board. Ellie automatically pressed her palm onto Dean's rigid calf muscle attempting to adjust and steady herself. However, before Ellie could even remotely gain stability, Dean did that for her when he wrapped a firm arm around her small waist and pressed her against his stiff abdomen locking her place making Ellie gasp slightly in surprise at Dean's swift movements.
Before Dean had time to hesitate, he swiftly brought his thick calloused palm down onto the petite denim covered target across his lap. An echoing pop sounded within the small motel room and Ellie's hips jerked against his thick thighs feeling her breath clog in her throat at the solid and sharp spank. A blossoming sting began to seep and spread across her bottom and before she had much time to take in the smarting bite, another followed making Ellie grunt and grit her teeth. Ellie automatically grasped onto Dean's pants leg twisting the jean fabric in her grip as she prepared herself for the onslaught of continuous swats that were inevitably to come.
Dean did not disappoint as he kept his large palm falling down in a steady firm rhythm of solid unshakable spanks covering her entire backside from the top of her denim pockets to the undercurve of her small cheeks. A burning sensation along with the biting sting of his heavy hand was making her backside throb and ache remarkably quickly forcing an unexpected whimper of distress to pass from her lips as she began to shift over his hard legs in discomfort. Ellie instantly pressed her lips tightly together stubbornly trying not let any more noise of her discomfort hit the Hunters eager ears which she was sure they would be gratified to hear. The prideful teen did not want to give them the satisfaction of hearing that the pain of the childish punishment was getting to her especially when she explicitly expressed that she was not going to cry. Which was a mighty bold and stupid statement considering she couldn't remember a time where she had not cried during a spanking as her uncle always seemed to manage to shake her stubbornness on that notion.
However, she desperately did not want to be seen as a weak and useless little girl. She wanted portray herself as tough and mature, someone who could handle the pressure of Hunting world. She wanted to be respected and accepted as a young Hunter. Hunting was her identity and it gave her purpose as she knew of nothing else. Without it she was essentially nothing. She needed to prove she was capable not only to these men, but herself as well. Because if she didn't, she would be reduced to nothing more than a scared little girl who would not survive. It was a coping mechanism that she often used to protect herself from becoming utterly terrified of the reality she was faced with. She had to believe she was strong, capable, and useful or she was, especially, a dead girl walking. And in Ellie's young mind, if it was shown she couldn't even handle the childish punishment of a simple spanking, she knew not only would these men never respect her as the Hunter, but it would only prove them right of her being nothing more than some hopeless burdensome kid with no purpose and that was utterly heartbreaking to the young trouble girl.
Ellie squeezed her eyes shut scrunching up her face into a pained grimace. She stiffened her body tensely lifting her torso slightly as she pressed her other palm into the side of Dean's outer thigh fighting desperately against the relentless burn that was spreading across her hind end.
However, despite Ellie's best efforts, it was becoming useless not to vocalize her distress as the sting was increasing rapidly breaking her stubborn resolve to remain silent. The man was severely heavy handed and was proving to be rather frustratingly skillful in the department of making every swat smart unbearably. Every blow to her bottom was unrelentingly firm and the strong man didn't even pause to give her any relief or time to catch her breath.
Ellie grunted out a strained whimper in her throat as she wiggled attempting to continue to deal with the biting pain hoping he would cease his incessant swinging palm for even a moment.
Dean was well aware of the kid's stubbornness. It was no secret the girl was trying desperately to hold onto some foolish teenage pride by forcing herself to remain silent which he was sure would not last if his burning palm was any indication of how her backside felt at the moment.
Dean finally paused his swinging palm for just a brief moment making Ellie gasp as he shifted the young girl's body forward until her hips rested over just one knee. Ellie shot her hands forward pressing her palms onto the stiff fibers of the dingy grey carpet as her long straight brown locks hung over the top of her head. Dean slid his other leg out from under her forcing her to press the tips of her boots onto the carpet to steady herself until she was draped completely over his one knee. Ellie's stomach caved harshly under the tense muscles of Dean's thick thigh making her feel dreadfully unsteady and vulnerable as her bottom sat higher in the air displaying it more prominently to Dean's punishing hand. Ellie felt the lose denim fabric of her overalls pulled tautly against her smarting bottom uncomfortably.
Dean pressed her back into him firmly and began swatting the exposed sensitive undercurve of her backside and thighs with hard brisk swats that Ellie was compelled to notice were far more potent and concentrated than before. The biting sting became shockingly intense provoking Ellie to instantly and helplessly respond by hissing, moaning and grunting in discomfort giving up completely on the idea of keeping her pride as her attention was forced solely on burning fire that was igniting over, now, her immensely, sore cheeks. The denim fabric of her overalls seemed useless protection against the Hunter's ridiculously hard hand as the prickling sting seemed to seep right through the thick material.
"Ow, shit, ow." Ellie complained, her voice straining in growing stress as she squirmed and wiggled desperately to gain relief.
Dean simply squeezed her tighter against his abdomen to steady her squirming forcing her endure every stinging swat he was giving her without pause or relief. Dean then vigorously began smacking his palm down even more firmly on the tender area where she would be sitting later (or not) making her backside burn intensely.
"Shit! Ow, ow, ow. AH!" Ellie squealed as she kicked and fluttered her legs up in response to the pain pounding the toes of her boots into the floor.
"Cut back on the swearing, kid." Dean warned in a deeply stern tone not once letting up on the continual spanking of the teenager's upended backside.
"I-I'm sorry, ow, ow, ow. But-But it h-hurts. P-Please stop. S-S-Stop." Ellie found herself begging loudly, but she might as well have been talking to a wall because Dean said absolutely nothing as he continued to swing his punishing palm down on her throbbing backside that was burning and stinging relentlessly.
"Ow, okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ellie expressed in desperation as the pain in backside was becoming more than she could bear throwing her pride completely out the window like it was yesterday's paper.
Dean nearly snorted at her desperate and rushed apology. Now she was sorry? Sorry her backside was being roasted, sure, but he was not sure she was sorry for taking off and risked her life. But she would be.
Unwanted and stoppable tears began to spring up in her eyes as the stinging incessant pain was getting to the teenager along with the added guilt that was laying locked in her chest feeling it seep to the surface. The emotional turmoil of everything she was battling with was starting to break free from her stubborn resolve. The strong walls around her scared and troubled heart were beginning to crumble under Dean's punishing hand. Ellie felt a distressing vulnerability come over her that she fought desperately to suppress as she did not want to be opened up to the hurt and disappointment that was sure to come, but the relentless sting was forcing it to the surface and exposing her to be the scared, troubled and lonely little girl that she was.
Finally, an honest telling sob escaped the young girl lips. It was not forced or surpassed in anyway, it was a real truthful cry from a young, vulnerable, and very sorry little girl. Ellie unable to hold on any longer to her pride and tough persona, let go and began to openly weep allowing her tears to flow down the sides of her face and onto the carpet below.
Dean gritted his teeth and continued to spank the young girl watching the petite denim cover bottom squirm, clench, and jerk at every swat he popped down. Ellie gasped at the air trying to gain control of her hitched breathing as she continued to cry dejectedly feeling all the pain and fear of everything overwhelm her. Although, the pain in her backside was nothing to sneeze at and Dean was doing a magnificent job of making her bottom burn with the intensity of hellfire, it was nothing compared to pain her heart. The spanking just seemed like the tipping edge making her crack in heartache and distress. She was mentally and physically exhausted, the weight of loneliness and burden filled her young soft heart along with the petrifying feelings of dying and losing her uncle. It was all so overwhelming for the young teenager to the point of utter torment. She was a mess of confusion and emotions, not able to make sense of all the intense things she was feeling. All she knew was she was terrified and the guilt of running away had completely consumed her knowing it seemed to just make things worse leaving her deeply disappointment and saddened in herself.
Dean would be lying if he said the pitiful sobs of the young girl did not affect him, in fact, they were tormenting against his ears and downright heartbreaking. She clearly was in pain, and not just as far as her backside was concerned, although he was sure that was part of the reason for her tears if his flaming palm was any indication. He knew she was scared and troubled and her cocky persona was merely a protective mask to hid her fear, but it did not make it any less difficult to hear her distressed cries.
Dean gave the weeping girl two more blistering pops to the center of her sit area before releasing his tight hold around her mid-section. With a firm frown on his face, Dean turned his attention to the back of her head, her long brown locks hiding her face from his view watching her elbows slack as she weakly pushed her palms against the stiff carpet. Her small draped frame trembled over his thigh as she continued to cry. Her distressed sobs tugged at the Hunter's stiff heart strings as he placed a gentle palm onto her back allowing her to cry it out with his support. Although, it felt a little awkward, her cries reminded him she was just a little girl who needed reassurance.
Dean gave the young girl a few more moments before reaching under her armpits and gently guiding her small frame upright and off his thigh. Ellie kept her weak legs bent as her feet were set flat against the carpet.
Unable to cope with her sadness and heartache alone anymore, the young teenager, without any thought, turned towards Dean and rammed her spent body against his wrapping her arms around his mid-section squeezing him tightly in a desperate need for comfort and reassurance. It didn't matter that that she was clutching onto him like a vulnerable and desperate five-year-old as she was simply too spent to care. The tough girl persona had completely melted way into a helpless sad little girl who desperately needed protection, guidance, and reassurance.
Ellie melted into the man accepting the comforting fact for the moment that he did in fact care about her. Although him wailing on her backside was no picnic, it was besides the point. He cared and that was enough to bring a sense of security and hope to the young girl that perhaps she wasn't completely alone in all this and didn't have to be. She had someone to rely on and lean on for the support she desperately craved and needed. And maybe she wasn't so unwanted to these men as she initially thought. It was clear these men valued her life, apparently so much so that she got her backside spanked for it which was dreadful to the young girls bottom and pride, but a convincing and powerful message nonetheless.
At least for now they cared, that could change when things got rocky or they got tired of her, but for now they did and she held onto that for dear life.
Dean grunted as she knocked into him with such force and vigor, his body stiffen and froze in shock as he kept his arms spread out wide and stiff not expecting such a powerful reaction from the bold teenager. He was expecting her to perhaps cuss him out which would have had her back over his knee, or tell him how horrible he was for punishing her or try to run from him to hide in the bathroom or something of that nature. The last thing he expect was an instant embrace from the proud teen.
With his limbs stiff and ridged in automatic shock, Dean cast his eyes over to his brother, a stunned and dumbfounded look of confusion frozen on his face. Sam who was just as surprised as Dean had his lips parted and his eyebrows raised in bafflement, but soon a small tight smile of encouragement spread over Sam's lips as he simply shrugged his shoulders feeling a wave of contentment come over him. This was the first time she was showing trust and acceptance towards them, although he was certain it was partially brought out by her smarting backside, it was still a promising step in the right direction giving him hope. She was seeking comfort rather than turning away acting appropriately like a little girl should accepting her ripe age of only thirteen. Despite knowing it would probably not last and she would go back to fighting against it again, Sam relished in the powerful feeling of contentment and relief it brought.
Dean's eyes cast back down to the top of the teenager's messy brown hair as he slowly and awkwardly placed his large heated palm gently on the back of her head. He stroked down her smooth brown hair making Ellie burry her face into the crook of his armpit soaking in the comforting touch not bothered by the musk of his sweat which was, no doubt, brought out by his nerves and excursion. Being surrounded by Hunting men most of her life she was used to it and was not repelled by it in the slightest, in fact, it was oddly comforting.
Dean placed his other palm on the center of her back pressing her into him protectively. The warm strong embrace from the man was powerfully reassuring and the overwhelming feeling of safety and security came over her feeling protected and cared for like it felt when her uncle held her. It gave her the hope that she needed and craved. Despite her desire to be emotionally independent and protect herself from heartache, disappointment, and loss, she relished in the good and promising feelings that she required.
A commanding feeling of protectiveness spark within Dean's core at the teenager's desperation and clear fear. She grasped onto him like her very life depended on it which, no matter how much she denied it, was not far from the truth. She wasn't just some cocky reckless teenager anymore she was just some scared and vulnerable little girl who desperately needed their help and he was determined to do just that, whether she liked it or not. He was certain the girl would fight against him stepping in and pulling her back from danger, but if that happened, he would just continue to set her straight until she understood because her little life mattered and he was going to show her that it was worth protecting.
"Alright, calm down, kiddo." Dean's deep voice rumbled soothingly. "We're done. I'm not going to spank you anymore." Dean reassured calmly before grasping onto the young girl's biceps and pulling her away from him until she stood upright until he could look at her face.
Dean's face was lined in a serious and firm expression as his keen green studied the young teenager's face. Her round brown eyes were dewy and glossed over with tear stains that ran down her flushed cheeks. Ellie sniffled looking away feeling a sudden embarrassment come over her at not just getting mercilessly spanked and blubbering like a five-year-old, which was bad enough for her pride, but displaying her weakness and vulnerability by embracing and clutching onto the man that just whop the daylights out of her.
"I'm-I'm s-sorry." Ellie apologized in small tone of regret genuinely thinking this was a good time to express her guilt. Ellie gripped and fidgeted with the sides of her overalls as she looked down at the carpet shifting her weight awkwardly feeling the dreadful ache that encompassed her entire backside that was throbbing horribly. Ellie could feel the heat radiating off her bottom through the thick jean fabric that did absolutely nothing to protect her from the Hunter's hard calloused palm. She wanted desperately to reach behind and rubbed her stinging cheeks until she gained some sort of relief from the incessant burn, but, instead, she gripped onto the last smidge of her stubborn pride that was left. As far as Ellie was concerned, she embarrassed herself enough and she be damned if she was going to rub her butt in front of these men.
Despite the elements of maturity beginning to form on her young face, that all seemed to be hidden at the moment as her youthful adolescence shined through her timid expression vulnerably. Her big brown eyes appeared doe-like and innocent blinking with uncertainty. The dim light of the motel room casted over her lightly freckled cheeks that were now colored with a healthy rosy flush making her appear almost younger than her ripe age of thirteen to Dean's matured eyes.
Dean hummed in his throat at her apology appreciating it for what it was worth.
"Still feel like running away from us?" Dean asked raising a stern eyebrow at her seeming unsure of whether she had the stubborn will to still defy him or not.
Ellie sniffled and shook her head slowly. She certainly did not have the desire to take off anymore as he had spanked that notion right out of her. Besides, it was pointless as she had no idea where her uncle was and it was becoming very clear to Ellie that these Hunters would not only not tolerate it, but would undoubtably punish her if she tired again as the evidence of that was prominently burning her rear end.
Dean hummed at her response in approval, but it was clear there was doubt in his expression as he did not entirely trust her which Ellie gathered was understandable as she did not give him much of an incentive to trust her. And that unexpectedly filled her with a guilt of disappointment and embarrassment.
"Well, that's good to hear." Dean announced nodding his head in approval. "I just hope that feeling lasts, but if it doesn't and you somehow manage to give us the slip again. I promise you; we will find you and we will drag you back to us, every single damn time, and you'll just go right back over my knee for round two because, guess what, kiddo? We care. We care about you, we care about your problems, we care about your life. It's not as complicated as you think it is. And as much as you may dislike hearing this, you are not an adult and you do not get the grown-up privilege of risking your life on whim. You're with us now, kiddo, you are not alone and although you may not like it, you will play by our rules and follow our lead. And God help you if you don't start talking with more respect. That teenage mouth of yours, I had all I can stand of that. You hear me, young lady?" Dean asked in strong and firm tone leaving no room for anything other than compliance as his eyes hardened firmly.
Ellie grabbed onto the front hem of her navy-blue zip up and began to twist it between her fingers in a fidgety manner casting her eyes back to the carpet as a wave of heat spread across her flushed complexion. Shame and guilt blossomed prominently within her chest feeling frustrated and ashamed with herself for causing trouble and being so inherently stupid.
"Yes, sir." Ellie correctly responded in small compliant tone.
"And if you ever, ever, tell us your life is worth the risk again. I will pull down your jeans and whip your arrogant backside with my belt until you learn its value." Dean expressed in a startlingly intense stern tone with a grave intolerance.
Ellie nearly gasped as she snapped her head up to look at Dean with a startled pale expression of dread. Her brown eyes were fearfully wide and her mouth parted as all the air ceased from her lungs.
Dean's face was unmoved by her shock as he gave her a hard and gravely determined frown leaving no sliver of doubt in her mind that he meant every word.
"Am I in anyway unclear on that?" Dean's deep vocals rumbled sternly.
Ellie swallowed hard taking in his hard unnerving scowl that held a grave seriousness of immovable resolve. The young girl felt her chest tighten in dread at the very thought of experiencing such a punishment from the Hunter.
"N-No, sir." Ellie expressed with an embarrassing timidness completely effected by that daunting promise.
"Good. Now let's move on." Dean expressed shortly before abruptly standing up and walking past Ellie finding a biting need to finish his half-drunk stout on the kitchen table. He felt a pressing need to step away and collect his edgy and agitated self, purposefully hiding his strong parental emotions from the young teenager finding himself to be frightened by the intensity of his care towards her.
Ellie turned to watch Dean walk away from her feeling a slight unease and insecurity as he left her presence so suddenly. She gathered he was still angry at her which she really couldn't blame him.
Ellie stood awkwardly not sure what to do with herself after being punished and lectured by the hard Hunter. The young girl shoved her hands in her overall pockets attempting to resist the urge to rub her aching bottom. Ellie tipped her head up to catch Sam's eye whose gaze laid fixed on her, his backside still leaning against the kitchen table with his arms crossed over his broad chest eying her with a composed, yet critical expression. Ellie looked away immediately feeling her cheeks blush knowing he witnessed her getting her bottom spanked and her pitiful sobbing like a baby. She wondered if he judged her and saw her as weak or incapable as she was humbled and reduced to nothing more than sobbing little girl. Exposing her to be far younger, more vulnerable and soft then she initially portrayed. Her hard outer shell was cracked making her feel embarrassed and exposed in ways that were troubling to the tough teenager. Although it was almost impossible not to crack under that man's hard hand, she couldn't help, but still feel weak because of it.
Sam sighed casting his gaze down to the floor before looking back up at the humbled little girl feeling a pinch of pity in his heart at her embarrassment. Despite, his disappointment in her rash and careless actions he couldn't help, but feel for the girl being in the situation himself at her age far too many times then he cared to admit.
"When was the last time you showered, Elena?" Sam's collected voice rang out bringing Ellie's attention back towards the man, a bit surprised at his address towards her.
Ellie shrugged her shoulders once as she cast her eyes to the carpet. "Last Friday." Ellie admitted giving the man an answer.
"Go take a shower." Sam ordered shortly in calm even tone, but there was an authority in his command that did not go unnoticed by the young teen.
Ellie nodded to the floor and instantly started towards the bathroom exceedingly grateful for the opportunity to get away from the awkward tension and time alone was something she was desperately craving at the moment. Ellie rushed towards the bathroom only to abruptly halted half way realizing she did not have her duffle bag which contained her toiletries and clothes. Her black bag was on the floor in the kitchen by Sam's feet which was far too close in proximity to the man that just spanked the daylights out of her. Despite, her embracing the man, now that her emotions were leveling out, the pressing need to be alone was urgent and the embarrassment and awkwardness of being in their presence for even a moment longer was more than the young teen could bear. With her chest aching with embarrassment Ellie nearly groaned in frustration as she turned her heels briskly and marched reluctantly towards the kitchen keeping her eyes fixed on her bag that sat right by Sam's left boot.
Without a word, Sam just watched Ellie closely as she marched towards him noting her attention stubbornly did not deviate up at him. Sam did not move an inch as he watched her snatched her bag off the ground by his boot and hurry toward the bathroom in long eager strides.
As soon as the bathroom door was firmly shut, Sam sighed heavily though his nostrils before turning around and looking over his shoulder at his troubled older brother. Dean had his arms spread wide with his palm planted on one side of the table and the other holding his long neck beer in the other looking downward seeming to be in deep thought. His amulet swaying slightly from around his neck feeling the heat radiate off his tingling hand onto the barely chilled bottle.
"Are you okay?" Sam asked with concern knowing it must have been hard for his brother to punish the young girl.
"Fine, Sammy." Dean responded briskly in a more annoyed tone than a convincing one suggesting that he did not want to talk about it nor be pressured into a sharing and caring session. Dean needed some space and time to calm his agitated nerves.
"She deserved it." Sam reassured firmly attempting to give his brother some comfort in all this. He did not envy his brothers task in the slightest, but he knew with a heavy heart it was ultimately necessary to send a clear message to the young teen which appeared like, for now, she got it, loud and clear that they were not going to tolerate her reckless behavior. This was her life and she was not some normal teenager where they could just let it go.
"You were fair. Nothing we haven't gotten…and more." Sam reminded nodding once in reference to their childhood experiences which he was positive they would have received far less mercy from their father if they even attempted something so carelessly dangerous and, in fact, they often did.
"Yeah." Dean agreed briskly keeping his eyes fixed to the dull yellow table top feeling a weighty pain press against his chest. Fair and deserving or not, regardless, did not mean he did not feel like shit afterwards. However, although, punishing the girl was no picnic, that is not what troubled the Hunter's thoughts. The fear and anxiety of being responsibly for another's life, especially one as young as Ellie's, was burdensome and downright distressing. A troubling sadness came over the man as her disheartening and disturbing words rang in his ears incessantly about her accepting death. It was wrong and upsettingly sad. And what was even worse, was this sickening feeling in his gut that the kid was in far more danger than he was aware of. He knew there something that she was not telling them and there was far more to her troubles than they knew. She was beyond scared and her reckless and impulsive actions left him with a fearful worry that was unnerving. There was something terribly wrong and off and Dean could practically feel it festering in his bones. What the hell has Caleb gotten himself into?
"I'm gonna get us some food." Dean announced suddenly lifting his palms off the table and briskly marching towards the door finding the demanding need to be alone in his anxious thoughts. Not to mention, they had not eaten all day and his stomach was eating away at itself leaving the man in further discomfort which did not help in his agitation as basic needs needed to be met before he could even think clearly.
Sam nodded in understanding as he watched his brother yank open the motel door before abruptly halting at the threshold staring out into the parking lot with a thoughtful stare.
"I don't know how Dad did it." Dean expressed in both sadness and admiration before walking out the door and shutting it firmly behind him. Although Sam knew Dean meant dishing out discipline, there was much more in that statement implying that he didn't understand how dad managed the stress of everything. Not just handing out discipline, but raising two sons in this hard, cold, and dangerous world they were forced into, but becoming a skillful and quite exceptional Hunter all the while dealing with the grief and heartache at the loss of his beloved wife. Although, he was far from the model father figure and was often motivated by vengeance and fear, he, in the end, didn't give into despair and just did what he had to do in the best way he knew how.
He wasn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination, he was immensely strict and often absent due to the nature of the burden of Hunting, but one thing was for sure, he somehow managed, to keep a level head and keep his small family alive despite the odds greatly stacked against him. They all played a part in doing that. And what Sam and Dean weren't fully aware of was their very existence is what kept him moving, sometimes crawling, but always moving.
Sam sighed heavy; he honestly didn't know either. Despite, the bitter fight he had with his father before he left for Stanford which still carried a sense of resentment in him, a wave of longing came over his worried heart as a pinch of newfound and unexpected respect formed towards his father. Whether that was brought about due to the unexpected responsibility for the care of a child himself or his simple desire to make amends he didn't know. All he knew was they needed to find the man and get some pressing questions answered. And if he was being completely honest with himself, they just simply needed him.
TBC
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