There are No Harmless Lies
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Not entirely certain how I feel about these two chapters, in fact, I was very close to scraping it and completely starting over. Hopefully, it wasn't a mistake and you all enjoy these two long chapters. I apology for the length, I just have a lot in my head lol.
Also please excuse the errors you may come across, editing and grammatical skills are not my forte as you probably already noticed.
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***Please note: If you are looking for a story where Sam and Dean say and do all the right things, and everything is wrapped up in a perfect little bow where you are left satisfied at the end of every chapter. This is not the story for you. Please don't look for sunshine and rainbows all the time because you'll be disappointed and likely upset. The supernatural world is harsh and unforgiving and although Sam and Dean are good men, I did not write them overly mushy or sappy, in my opinion, and while they have their touching moments, there is not an excessive amount of comfy 'chick flick' moments.
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WARNINGS: Contains descriptive SPANKING of a minor (13-year-old) and swearing. Don't like? Think it will offend you? Don't read, please.
Once they exited through the doors of the old building, a grave weight seemed to be lifted from Ellie's tired muscles relieving her of the heaviness of the Asylum's torment halls. The crisp and clean morning air filled her lungs as she instantly was able to breathe easier. The sun was above the horizon casting a hazy morning glow onto them making Ellie squint and blink her eyes as her pupils adjusted to the natural razes of light.
Ellie's weary limbs strained to get over the fence, but she made a conscious and considerable effort not to show her struggle to the two men and powered through it like it was as easy as the first time she climbed it. Once they were all on the other side of the fence, they began walking to the Impala eager to get their tired bodies back to the hotel for some much-needed rest, but Ellie seemed to lag behind feeling her heavy limbs become weighted down by the rock of guilt that was pressing intensely into her gut.
"Sam. Dean." Ellie called in small contrite tone stopping the two men on their way to their respective doors of the Impala. Sam and Dean both turned around and directed their attention to the young girl who stood just a few steps from the fence line. With her head bowed down and her eyes direct to her Carhart boots, giving the men a nice view of the top of her navy cap, Ellie fidgeted with her fingers in front of her in a nervous manner, absentmindedly picking at the skin around her nails as she chewed on her bottom lip.
"I…I'm sorry. That-That wasn't me." Ellie explained sheepishly continuing to hide her face under the shadow of her ballcap feeling shame blush her freckled cheeks. She didn't rightly know how to apologize because she didn't quite understand all of what happened to her. Of course, it was her physically, but mentally her emotions weren't all present, therefore, it really wasn't completely her. Right? It was like her anger was amplified to heights she had never experienced before, to the point of pure uncontrollable madness. However, Ellie knew the specific grievances she had expressed to them were undeniably true and the rage Ellicott surged into her had forced all of the repressed bitterness out of her in one big explosive tirade. Her anger was forcibly exposed in the most damaging way possible, with no filter or regard towards her other emotions. Although, the things she expressed were true, they were expressed hurtfully, disrespectfully, and coldly and that made the teenager feel downright remorseful for it. They didn't deserve her nasty words and they certainly didn't deserve to be shot with rock salt. Even though she couldn't control it, it was still embarrassingly shameful nonetheless.
Sam lip twitched to the side in a brief tired smile; a glimmer of hidden sadness shined behind his weary expression. His hope of her remaining blissfully ignorant was crushed under the girl's regretful words. It seemed she had remembered her fit of rage and a sudden sharp feeling of pity sunk down into the man core knowing she not only experience the burdening raw anger that was forced out of her somehow, but the physical pain he envisioned Ellicott inflicted on her to get her to that state which troubled him gravely. He just prayed that it was quick and she had no memory of the encounter, but he doubted it.
"We know that, Ellie. Ellicott did something to you and it was beyond your control. None of that was your fault, kiddo." Sam reassured in a calm understanding manner, his deep voice was soothing and comforting to Ellie's ears bringing a level of some relief to the troubled teen.
"Do you remember anything else? Do you remember your encounter with Ellicott?" Sam pushed in a calm encouraging tone that was almost gentle as he looked at her with a tender hope in his eyes, a hidden worry glinting behind his expression as his brows stiffened slightly in concern.
Ellie's astute perception picked up on Sam's tender concern for her and Ellie felt her heart swell slightly with contentment at his honest care for her. However, it was not without a troubled confliction that battled within her. Although she relished in his genuine concern for her, she did not want him to be burdened with unnecessary worry and stress on account of her. They had enough things to worry about and all the grievances she has given them over the few weeks she has been with them, the last thing they needed was to fret about her scary encounter with Ellicott's spirit. In Ellie's mind, she just wasn't worth the trouble. Not to mention her incompetence on getting foolishly captured and used, ultimately made the hunt more difficult for them. It embarrassed the young girl to some degree and didn't want to shine a light on her stupidity. She desperately needed to be seen as useful to these men, not a hindrance or more of a pain in the ass than she obviously already was. Furthermore, she was fine and there was no need to fuss over it. She didn't need to be coddled and, besides, it was over and there wasn't anything the men could do for her. It was best to just ease the man's worry and stress.
"No, sir. I don't remember that part." Ellie falsely reassured, casting her russet eyes up to him briefly, just long enough to speak, before dipping her head back down to look at her fidgeting hands afraid her face would give her away.
The young teenager turned her head to the side feeling the sinking feeling of disappointment hit her harder than she expected as she took away her opportunity to be comforted by the scary and painful encounter that she fully recalled. Not only that, but her conscience of simply lying to the man got to her unexpectedly as well. She lied to them a lot, although, in her young mind, it was all necessary and ultimately beneficial, it inherently felt morally and unfairly wrong somehow and her conscience was feeling heavy and burdened over it.
Dean's hazel eyes squinted ever so slightly at the girl feeling his face muscles harden, the lines of his sharp features becoming more distinct, as a brisk ping agitated his tired nerves at her bold face lie. Dean knew it was a lie in view of the fact that he had also encountered Ellicott. Although the electric shockwaves were cut short in his case, he did experience the pain of it and knew, without a doubt, she did as well. The electric currents did not impair her memory and Dean knew it.
"You-you're not gonna, um,…I ain't in trouble for any of that, am I?" Ellie stuttered out nervously, unable to stop herself from asking as she wanted reassurance that she wasn't about to face punishment over the awful tirade she displayed. She had said things that were beyond disrespectful, she swore at them, jabbed at sore spots, not to mention she shot them both with rock salt and throw the biggest, most raving tantrum that would put any toddler to shame or rapid racoon for that matter. Despite, Ellicott's tampering, it was derived from real issues regarding her anger. Although amplified, they were undoubtably stemmed from her own personal angry troubles. Troubles and gripes she had hinted at and expressed to them before, only this time, with Ellicott's interference, they were left unchecked and exposed completely. Despite, being unwanted, her raving tirade was personal, specific, and real and Ellie knew, deep down, she couldn't hide behind the fact that it was nothing more than Ellicott's trickery.
A small beat of uncomfortable silence dragged on just a second long enough to plant an element of grave concern in Ellie's gut. Her auburn brown eyes blinked with a glint of worry as she looked at Dean who had remained stoically silent through their conversation. Dean's hard eyes laid fixed on the young teen as he regarded her purposefully over the shiny black roof of his Impala. Ellie felt an innate warning of restlessness begin to jitter her nerves slightly as there was something behind the Hunter's stoic expression that she couldn't quite read. It was almost like he was contemplating something or mulling things over in his head. Was he actually thinking about punishing her for her emotional rant? Or was the tired man just taking in the events of the trying evening? Whatever he was thinking, Ellie's innate senses told her it wasn't exactly in her favor.
"No." Dean answered flatly putting the anxious girl's mind at ease deciding, somewhat regretfully, not to confront her about her lying. It had been a long ass evening and he did not have the energy nor the will to start a confrontation immediately after the trying Hunt. He was too damn tired, but that did not mean he was going to forget about it or accept it.
"You thought Sam called you down there. I get it. And Ellicott caused you to go all bat shit crazy, so no, you don't have to worry about going over my knee for that, but next time maybe don't bet on us calling you into a dangerous situation. Yeah?" Dean countered in a collected and straight tone, but there was a slight edge of curt hardness behind his words that pressed against the guilt in her gut.
"Yes, sir." Ellie answered automatically being reassured that at least he didn't blame her for her disobedience. Although, she was damn close to defying Dean's order before the phone call Ellicott manipulated to lure her down there, but Ellie sure as hell was going to mention that little tidbit. Although it was clear Dean understood the manipulation that took place, he wasn't hiding the fact that was not happy about what had transpired and Ellie, honestly, couldn't blame him as the shit show she performed wasn't exactly pretty.
"When we get back to the motel, I'll give you some pain meds for your arm. You hurting anywhere else?" Dean inquired curtly, his hard green eyes honing in on her, narrowing ever so slightly, as he waited and hoped for an honest reply.
"No, sir." Ellie lied as she casted her head to the side, instinctually looking away from the man she was deceiving. She had a splitting headache that was pressing against her temples from the electric shock waves Ellicott shot into her, but it was nothing she thought worth mentioning. She, oddly, didn't categorize a headache as 'hurting'. It was just an annoying discomfort, like her bruised arm which she also thought was nothing to fret over. Learned stoicism made the young teen downplay minor injuries as nothing more than expected and accepted parts of the Hunting gig. Bruises and headaches were nothing she couldn't handle. There were worse things in life.
Another lie and Dean knew it. Dean felt his teeth clamp together and his jaw muscles tense at her deliberate dishonesty straight to his face. Dean himself had splitting headache from Ellicott sending electric currents into his skull and he was certain Ellie was feeling the exact same effect or worse. There was a large part of Dean that wanted to laid into her about lying to them twice in the span of a minute, a freaking personal record for the young teenager, but against everything, the man held back for the intending purpose of teaching her the natural consequences of lying. If she wanted to stubbornly suffer in her lie for a bit, so be it, that was her choice. He was going to try and give her an opportunity to come clean on her own as the headache he was experiencing was painful and he anticipated by the time they got back to the motel she would confess. He didn't rightly know why she was flat out lying to them about her physical discomforts and the terrifying encounter, but whatever her reasoning, none were a good enough excuse in Dean's concerned mind. Was she trying to be tough? Or was she just that damn accustom to lying?
"I-I didn't mean it, by the way. The awful things I said in there. I'm-I'm really sorry." Ellie apologized sincerely to the men genuinely remorseful for what had occurred, attempting to make amends and perhaps repair the damage her words brought to them.
"You didn't huh?" Dean countered, a hint of condescending elevation to his tone conveying grave doubt in her statement. To Dean, it was just another lie, she might not have meant to express her angry so aggressively and she may be sorry for now, but that did not mean her grievousness and her angry weren't real.
"No, sir." Ellie expressed compellingly, her small voice dipping in regret.
Dean scoffed lightly through his nostrils, the sides of his mouth dipping downwards in an exaggerated expression as he nodded his head in a thoughtful manner like what she said was interesting news to him. Ellie could practically hear his sarcastic 'sure, you didn't', in that disbelieving scoff of his.
"I didn't." Ellie pressed a hint of whine and offense in her tone feeling the weighted guilt bleed and spread within her gut in grave discouragement. Although the topics of her grievances with the men were true, they weren't to the extent that was forced upon her. They didn't warrant the hurtful words, rude remarks and unsavory gestures and it certainly didn't justify shooting them. Ellie was certain, it was something she would have never done if it wasn't for Ellicott's interference. She was coming to care about these Hunters rather strongly and the hurt she was experiencing from the damage she had caused was hitting her rather intensely.
Then the disappointment in herself came over her like a wave of cold water as she realized her rudeness prior to Ellicott tampering did not score her any points in her favor and she was now suffering the consequences of her poor choices and insufferable inability to keep her mouth shut. A dreadful flaw in her character that was confusing her young mind to the point of loathing it.
"I heard you the first time, kid, you don't need to repeat it." Dean informed calmly, but there was a tired curtness to his tone indicating that he wasn't in the mood to share and care at present.
The Hunter wasn't going to lie to her and tell her everything was all sunshine and rainbows with him. He didn't blame her for Ellicott's tampering or manipulated angry state, but the things she expressed to them in there, he knew came from a real place of adolescent smugness and defiance that was not only distasteful to a great extent, but dangerous and gravely concerning. Although enhanced by Ellicott, the bottom line was, it was real and Dean could not shake the fear and agitation her fiery and rebellious words brought to him, nor could he brush off the deliberate lies she had just told. It left the man edgy and uneasy as she clearly, whether consciously or not, still had rebellion on her troubled mind.
"Let's get back to the motel. I want to get some sleep." Dean announced briskly feeling all of a sudden excessively tired and in dire need of recovery and rest. Dean yanked the driver's side door open and slid his heavy body in flinging it shut behind him before tossing his army green duffle bag in the backseat and revving his beloved chevy to life.
Ellie sighed out a shaky plume of air past her lips, keeping her head downcast towards the pavement as tears began to build up behind her eyes feeling the ever pressing desire to just run away again. All she caused was trouble and headaches for these men. She was a walking pain in the ass, a thorn in their side, and she just didn't know what to do. Feeling a set of heavy eyes on her, Ellie tilted her head up to look at Sam who had been keeping an attentive gaze on her for quite some time. Unable to keep the hurt and defeat out of lines of her careworn and weary expression, Ellie blinked up at him, a glimmer of youthful astray shining behind her deep russet eyes making the sides of Sam's lip twitched up into a small sympathetic smile. He knew she didn't intend to say what she did and it was Ellicott's tampering that forced her into it, but sometimes just because something wasn't intended, didn't mean it wasn't true nor did it take away the damage of what had happened. It was damn shame, but it was over now and they need to move on.
Sam reached his long arm down and gently tugged at the silver handle opening the back door for the young teenager. Ellie pressed her red tinted lips together heaving out a small dejected sigh through her nose before complying and sliding her tired body onto the stiff black leather bench seat, making a point to keep her head down and not look at the stern man who sat stiffly in the front driver's seat.
Once Sam had got into the passenger seat and shut the door shut behind him, Dean's hard watchful eyes tilted up to glance at the teenager in the rearview mirror who had her head dipped low towards her lap picking at the skin around her nails, hiding her face from his attentive eyes with that concealing ballcap of her's which Dean was coming to gravely dislike.
As they drove down the road back to the motel, Dean would every now and then glance in the rearview mirror back at the young teenager, his ever mindful and protective eyes drawn to the small little girl. Little did Ellie know, Dean's care for her ran deep and it was shocking him just how much his instincts were obsessively attached to the young girl, feelings of fierce parental protectiveness and tenderness latched onto her with grave purpose. Not only because he felt it was his duty as a man and as a Hunter, but because he simply cared about the troubled little girl to the point his intense feelings were actual scarring him.
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Sam pushed opened the motel room door with the army green gear bag weighted against his left shoulder. Walking past the threshold, he plopped the heavy bag onto the small table by the door as he set his sights on the far queen bed that he was eager to lay his weary bones against.
Ellie tiredly trudged in behind him rounding the small decretive divider that stood in front of the motel door towards her side of the bed. Not all the motels they stayed at had couches and, more often than not, Ellie found herself sleeping next to Dean. Despite her insistence that sleeping on the floor was fine, Dean seemed to have a serious problem with the notion of her camping out in between the beds. Although he hinted that it was for her comfort, and while that may be true, Ellie knew his main reason was the simple fact that he didn't hold one ounce of trust in her. He wanted her close to him so he could ensure he would stir awake if she ever attempted to try and run off again as he claimed he was a light sleeper. It was awkward at first, but, after a while, Ellie had gotten used to it and it became routine.
The springs of the old mattress creaked and popped slightly as Ellie lowered her bottom onto her side of the bed. The teenager pressed the toe of her sturdy brown Carhart boot on the back of her heel forcing her aching foot out of the snug boot lazily before doing the same to the other. Ellie's socked feet throbbed slightly as she placed them against the stiff fibers of the thin dark grey carpet feeling the effects of being on her feet all night.
A sudden and particularly sharp ache cut into the side of her temples making Ellie involuntary scrunch up her face into a straining grimace silencing a moan of pain that was threatening to escape her parted mouth. Keeping her head dipped downwards, Ellie turned her head to the side in the direction of the wall behind the headboard as she discreetly reached up and pressed her fingers tips into the side of her temple briefly before immediately playing it off as she causally and fluidly moved to remove her slate brown jacket off her shoulders. Stubbornly maintaining her misguided determination to be 'fine' and 'spare' Sam and Dean her troubles through deception.
Dean felt an intense frustration spark against his chest sharply as his watchful hazel eyes caught sight of her sneakily reach up and to touch her temple confirming her lie to him with black and white certainty. Unbeknownst to Ellie, although discreet and unnoticeable Dean was keeping an intensely close eye on her, and her attempts to remain deceitful were futile against the hunter's vigilance.
Dean's muscles flexed tautly against his skin as he fought back the urge to strangle the kid, 'not hurt anywhere else, his ass'. His expectation and desire for her to own up to the truth were utterly crush under the teenager's resolve to remain stubbornly stoic. The concern within Dean grew with remarkable annoyance as her hiding pain of any kind from him was not only dangerous and hinders his ability to help the young girl, but it also shows the excessive lengths of her intensely stubborn nature. If she is willing to suffer through physical pain out of some stubborn pride, teenage rebellion or whatever the hell her reason, then who's to say what else she would lie about to the bitter end at the expense of herself. It was damaging, harmful, and downright infuriating to the edgy man who was trying his damnedest to protect her. It was, at its essence, unacceptable and the concerned tense man found himself unable to stomach the dishonesty.
The ridges of Dean's expression set hard against the dim light of the center wall lamps in between the two queen beds casting sharp shadows along the ridges of his scowling masculine features. With his muscles tense with irritation, Dean briskly and purposefully removed his grey trucker jacket, sliding it off his broad shoulders and pulling his toned arms through the sleeves, before jerking his arm forward and tossing it onto the bed behind Ellie.
The passing of movement and the soft thud of the thick fabric hitting the thin red comforter had Ellie automatically rotate her torso slightly to look at the jacket on the mattress behind her. Ellie innocently tilted her head up to glance at Dean under her ballcap. Dean's hard hazel eyes clashed with her chocolate irises, shooting her a brief, but fiercely sharp glower, his green eyes penetrating her with a deep censure. Although fleeting, the intensity of his irritation was fully received by the young teenager making Ellie's limbs instantly freeze feeling her breath clog in her throat. It was no secret the Hunter was still very angry with her and it shocked Ellie just how harsh and intense his glare was towards her. Although his face was hard and clearly not happy before they left Asylum, he didn't look nearly as peeved as he did now and it had Ellie guessing in troubled confusion as to what trigger the man. It was clear the ride back had not calmed his temper, in fact, it seemed to make it worse.
With wide worried eyes, Ellie twisted her torso and followed Dean's tensely rigid frame round the foot of bed into the center walkway between the two queen beds. The man intentionally and stiffly settled his backside onto the mattress making the old springs dip and pop slightly under his weight. The tense rigid outlines of the man's muscular back could visibly be seen under cotton fabric of his black t-shirt. And despite his broad back being turned towards her and the Hunter appearing composed, he was visibly tense and Ellie could practically feel the heat of irritation radiating off the man which made her body's nerves tingle with unease.
"Ellie, come here." Dean commanded calmly, but unnervingly stern, not bothering to turn around and address her directly, the baritone vocals of the man's hard tone coming deep within his chest.
Ellie inwardly gasped as she visibly straightened her back at the deeply strict tone. Although, calm and collected, it was intensely firm. The kind of firm that told her she was in trouble. Ellie felt an uncontrollable apprehension blossom and bleed into chest as she shucked in a short stream of air through her nose. Despite wanting nothing more than to keep her bottom firmly planted on the bed, Ellie didn't think it wise to provoke Dean into being more pissed than he clearly already was. Ellie was finding it hard to be in the same room with the Hunter after all that had happened, let alone come anywhere in the vicinity of the cross man's personal space. However, Ellie, who was in no position to be even remotely defiant, slowly and nervously removed her backside off the mattress and rounded the foot of the bed toward the gruff and grumpy Hunter feeling her tired muscles strain with hesitancy.
Sam who stood at the far side of the other queen bed stopped his movements as his full attention became captured by his older brother's stern tone. His boots were rigidly rooted where they stood as he intently watched the interaction before him, concern growing in his gut as his brother looked unnervingly stiff.
Feeling strong unease halt her steps, Ellie stopped just at the corner of the foot of the bed, not passing into the walkway between the two queen beds feeling that was close enough for the man to lecture her further if he wished to, which she guessed that was his purpose for calling her over to him, taking his word from earlier that her backside was safe from punishment. However, Ellie did not trust her mouth to get her into trouble. Despite having the intention of being respectful and not provoking the Hunter, her track record on saying the right things was not great to say the least and, just in case the grumpy man saw fit to whack her bottom for her responses, she was well out of the reach of his palm.
Ellie absentmindedly fidgeted with her hands up by her chest, twisting and picking at her nails in a nervous and uncomfortable manner as she shifted and rocked on her feet, preparing herself to be scolded further about what she had said and did under Ellicott's rage therapy. Ellie began to mentally put up walls of defense around her heart, determined not to cry in front of the man as she was sure what he had to say was not going to be very forgiving.
Her long brown braids that dangled past her shoulders, that were now messy and loose from trials of the night, swayed a touch at her restless and fidgety movements as she peered at Dean under the brim of her navy ballcap cautiously.
With his legs spread slightly a part, Dean rested his bare forearms on the tops of his jean covered thighs in a misleading casual manner forcing himself to remain restrained. His rigid body leaned forward a bit causing his black t-shirt to loosely crinkle against his tight abdomen making his amulet neckless dangle away from his broad chest. The short cuffs of his black sleeves gently gripped around his toned biceps and the broad shoulders. Dean's head was cocked to the side as he regarded her with a stern and rigid expression feeling his irritation sputter slightly at the wide gap of distance she had put between them. When he said 'come here', he meant to him, not several feet to the side of him. Although he understood her reasoning, he wasn't entirely sympathetic toward minor annoyances at the moment.
A long beat of dreadfully uncomfortable silence dragged on, although only a few seconds, the nervous girl found herself unable to stand Dean's penetrating glare that was cutting into her like sharp daggers.
"If you got something to say to me. Just say it." Ellie dared to push, entirely clueless to Dean's inner battle to find restraint. Despite attempting to keep her voice respectful, her moodiness due to her tired state seemed to get the better of her and she wasn't successful at all. There was a clear edge to her tone that was defensive, short, and, all and all, snappish as she was impatient to spare herself from the dreadful discomfort of being in the Hunter's presence. Little did she know, that minor discomfort was a hell of a lot better than the one she just invoked upon herself.
Dean felt his spent patience snap like a twig. Her rude tone sending the man over the edge of his decision. Any elements of what little restraint he had left flew right out the window, along with his desire to remain 'understanding'. If the kid couldn't find it within herself to keep a respectful tone with him, a lecture wasn't going to do jack shit. She wanted him to 'say it', well, that was fine by him as he was about to take on the 'actions speak louder than words' approach.
Without so much as warning, with quick and Hunter-worthy reflexes, the fed up man lurched his body to the side reaching out his long arm as he snatched a hold of her slim forearm jerking the young teenager across his seated frame within the span of two fleeting seconds.
Ellie felt her head whip back letting out a winded and frightened gasp as all the air surged out of her lungs in utter startlement. Before Ellie even had a chance to blink her wide brown eyes, her abdomen and quads crashed on top of the Hunter's thick ridged thighs. Ellie let out a gasping grunt as her body made contact with the stiff flexed frame of the gruff Hunter. Ellie shot her hands forward, her palms thudding against the stiff fibers of the dirty grey carpet as her torso bent over Dean's leg positioning her hips in the center of the man's lap. Dean's muscles flexed under his skin as he wrapped his bare muscular arm around the young girl's narrow waist securing her tightly against his stiff abdomen.
Without hesitation or giving Ellie even a moment to comprehend much of anything, the man raised his flattened palm high and popped it down sharply just under the light washed denim pocket of the girl's right cheek before swiftly doing the same to the left.
"Dean!" Ellie protested finally finding her voice as the sharp prickling sting of the man's heavy palm brought her out of her shocked state and into the reality that she was indeed being spanked.
Dean began to swiftly pepper the young girl's petite backside with sharp blistering spanks from the top of the girl's light washed Levi pockets down to her denim covered thighs in a continual rhythmic and purposeful pattern. Bringing his palm down sharply with every spank, he intended to cover her entire backside with a hot stinging heat that would leave a lasting impression the next time she had the urge to lie him.
"Dean! What are you doing? Stop, stop!" Ellie wailed loudly squirming, wriggling, and shifting against his rigid thighs, intending for her mortified voice to sound angry and firm, but it more came out as a desperate whine, her young vocals and emotional state betraying her.
A flush of pink began to spread across the girl's complexion traveling straight to the tips of her ears heating her face with a dreadful mortification at being draped over the man's knee getting soundly spanked. She was a tough girl who hunted monsters and somehow being turned over a knee for a spanking seemed so unfitting, not to mention totally unfair to the proud girl and just picturing both Sam's and Dean's eyes on her squirming bottom being thoroughly smacked into oblivion just made her want to crawl under a rock. Despite, Dean giving her a licking once before, it didn't mean Ellie was not still horrified at the notion.
"You said you wouldn't! You said you wouldn't!" Ellie complained accusingly, her voice cracking in hurt and betrayal unable to hide her agonizing dismay. Ellie was absolutely horrified and appalled that she was getting a licking when the man explicitly told her he wouldn't punish her for the things she said and did under Ellicott's tampering. Why would he lie? How could he? Ellie's heart swelled with a deep and potent hurt that shot straight into her core at the man's deception as she never imagined he would go back on his word to her. She trusted him as an honorable man. Pinned him as a man of his word and, in her mind, he was betraying her. Ellie's mind whirled in frustration and distress as a bitter seed became planted in her gut towards the deceitful man wanting to rave in protest at the unfairness of it all. However, unfortunately, the young teenager was finding it hard to concentrate on any damn thing, but the intense burn that was scorching the seat of her jeans vigorously.
"Stop! Ow, ow, ow." Ellie whined in a straining bitter grunts fluttering her legs back and forth in pure frustration, the denim bootcut cuffs of her jean's chaffing together as she kicked.
The burning sting of the Hunter's ridiculously hard palm was setting a blazing fire across her rear end remarkably quickly making Ellie grit her teeth at the pain. Ellie scrunched up her face into strained grimace wincing out grunts, hisses, and whines in response to the harsh blossoming sting that was sinking straight through the thick denim fabric of her Levi jeans. Each firm swat Dean was laying into her backside was rocking her wrists and hips forward making her body jerk in rhythmic synchrony to his forceful pops. The steady cracking sound of Dean's bare palm smacking against Ellie's denim covered backside echoed sharply against the close walls of the small motel room. He was swatting her backside with such annoying vigor and force she swore the Hunter was searing handprints into ass. He was spanking her persistently hard gaining the girl's undivided attention.
"This ain't fair!" Ellie riled in whiny tone, smacking an angry palm against the stiff fibers of the dark grey carpet feeling frustrated tears begin to line her eyes as the hurt of Dean's betrayal began to bleed into her chest along with the harsh biting sting that was encompassing her entire backside from the Hunter's relentlessly heavy swats.
"Ellicott made me do it! I-I didn't mean any of it! It wasn't my fault!" Ellie wailed in her defense grabbing a hold of Dean's ridged shin and pushing against it as she lifted her torso up straining to shift and wiggle her hips away from the unremitting stinging burn that was beginning to become overwhelming. However, Dean's hold on around her slim waist was firmly locked against his abdomen and not only did Ellie not have a chance in hell in getting out of the determined Hunter's grip, but she didn't have a prayer of gaining one ounce of relief as Dean ensured that she felt every heated spank of his ceaseless falling palm.
Dean didn't say a word in response to Ellie's mistaken protest to his reason for punishing her. He would inform the emotional girl soon enough, but for now, he had no intention on starting up a conversation, invoking dialogue or having a debate. He was punishing her and it was not a discussion. The intense man focused on the task before him, continuing to pop his hot stinging palm down on the wriggling and clenching denim target across his lap.
Although, undoubtably testy, intense feelings of concern and fear is what drove the agitated man's punishing hand as he was determined to demonstrate his intolerance for her continual deception. It was dangerous and flat out unacceptable and Dean found himself done with stomaching the bullshit she was constantly feeding them.
Unfortunately, his job was not to befriend her and play buddy buddy, it was his job to keep her safe and protected. Although Dean would wholeheartedly prefer to be the gentle and fun-loving guy all the time, the life they lead just simply wouldn't allow such luxuries. From what Dean knew, she was in plenty of danger already and if she continued to lie to them, he knew from hard learned experience, it would only jeopardize their ability to protect her and keep her safe and that, in turn, scared the living hell out of him, so much so that that he found himself spanking her ass for it. He cared about the teenager too damn much to simply let it go anymore. If she couldn't find the motivation to be honest on her own, he had no issue giving her the motivation.
Dean's amulet dangled away from his neck swaying at him movements as he leaned forward a bit ignoring the sore ache that encompassed his bruised chest from the salt pellets that Ellie had shot into him.
"OW! Stop, p-please." Ellie pleaded, sounds of distress entering her shaky voice as hot tears began to fill her russet eyes blurring her vision of the dark grey carpet under her palms. It seemed that each blistering pop Dean was laying into her aching rearend was swiftly breaking her weakened and tired resolve to remain stoic. Ellie felt her chest begin to crack and swell with all the pain she had endured on this tremendously horrible night. All her bottled-up emotions, that she was trying desperately to suppress, were starting to seep to the surface brought out by the painful sting of the Hunter's heavy palm.
Even though Dean had only been spanking her for a short time, the man was vigorously laying into her bottom with such annoying efficiency that it made her feel like her ass was on fire in span of only a few short minutes. And the tired girl just simply didn't have the energy to take the hard spanking with a stiff upper lip. The scary encounters she endured, the awful rage she was force to feel, the guilt of saying such terrible things to the good Hunters, the ever constant fear for her uncle's safety and now the pain of getting her ass spanked for something Dean said he wouldn't punish her for. It was all just a terrible night and the young teen just couldn't bear it.
A winded and hoarse sob escaped from her trembling lips and that's all took for the young teen's tears to drip from her eyes onto the carpet belong. That telling sob was all Dean needed to hear before he gave the girl two more sharp spanks to the seat of her jeans before abruptly ceasing his falling palm and releasing his hold around waist. The man immediately reached down, his large palms enclosing around her slim shoulders as he guided her off his lap and into a standing position.
As soon as her socked feet were firmly planted on the stiff carpet, with her head dipped down and tears blurring her vison, Ellie immediately took several retreating steps away from the Hunter bringing her hands around to cup her stinging seat in a protective, feeling the heat of her well spanked backside radiate through the thick denim fabric of her Levi jeans onto her palms. It was a quick licking and Ellie was, honestly, embarrassed that she had tears in her eyes from just a short trip over the man's knee, but Ellie was overwrought with emotion from the trying evening and Dean's infuriating proficiency in making her ass burned like holy hell fire certainly did not help matters.
Allowing a few pitiful sobs to escape her lips, Ellie reached up and immediately swiped her fingers under her wet blurry eyes ridding herself of the tears she had shed as she tried to regain control of her intense emotions. Ellie tilted her tipped head up slightly, her accusing eyes peering at the Hunter from under her navy ballcap giving him quite a scathing hurt filled sulk. The sore teenager, stood awkwardly stiff as she moved her hands to her sides gripping and fidgeting with the denim fabric of her jeans shifting her feet in an uncomfortable manner.
Despite her attempting to shoot daggers into the man that mercilessly whupped her bottom, the flush of rosy pink that spread across her freckled cheeks and her wet watery eyes that were reddened from her tears, made her appear like nothing more than a well spanked child which, much to Ellie's chagrin, is exactly what she was and no matter how much she wished to, she just couldn't hide the effects the punishment brought to her. A deep wounded frown crossed over red tinted lips that were thinned out in a resentful pout, her tear-filled eyes glistening with sullenness. She trusted his words and he betrayed her and, as far as Ellie was concerned, the licking she got was unjust and completely unfair. If he was still mad about what happened he should have just said so, instead of lying and making her believe he didn't blame her. It was devastatingly confusing and hurtful to the troubled teen. And the way he went about it, by calling her over to him and yanking her across his lap without so much as word of warning and laying into her so abruptly and harshly had her frustrated in herself for being so naively trusting. Her backside was stinging and throbbing something fierce, along with her pride and dignity that was bested under the man's heavy palm, crushing her stubborn stoicism, and forcing painful emotions out of her that she was working so hard to burry. A bitterness grew within her and she bristled in defense.
Asshole. 'Lying' Asshole.
Dean propped his hot stinging palm on top his rigid thigh leaning his shoulders forward slightly in a laid-back, almost indifferent, manner not looking an ounce remorseful for the sound spanking he just gave her which had Ellie gritting her teeth and fighting the urge not to pick something up and hurl it at him.
His stern solemn expression that lined his hard features were unmoved by her resentful glare. Despite, the innate pain that resided in his chest that came from punishing the young girl he cared about, Dean forcefully and actively ignored it. He had a job to do and serious point to make. She lied to him one to many times and this was the last straw for the man.
"I am sick of you lying to me, young lady." Dean's deep voice rumbled out sternly informing the girl exactly why her ass was burning.
"Wha…" Ellie's parted lips began to say feeling a sudden shock come over as the realization dawned on her that he did not spank her for the things she did and said under Ellicott's influence. He spanked her for lying?
"That's right. You got your ass spanked for lying to me, little girl. This has nothing to do with Ellicott's 'rage therapy'. I told you were not in trouble for that and I meant it. This is about you continuing to lie to Sam and I. I know you remember the encounter with Ellicott and I know got one bitch of a headache." Dean enlightened the stunned girl sternly, his hard hazel eyes honing in on her in an intensely serious and reproachful manner compelling to her grasp the gravity of her poor choice to be deceitful.
Ellie's mouth gaped open stupidly, a blank paled look coming upon her features as she came to the dreadful awareness that not only was she caught in two lies, but Dean, undoubtably, had to be physic. How the hell could he have known she was lying? He couldn't have just guessed. At least she hoped her spanking didn't ride on the man's guessing skills. She was missing a big chunk of information and it baffled her with curiosity and frustration. The hurt and resentment she was feeling quickly melted away being replaced with a hardy dose of guilt and shame.
"When we ask you questions about a Hunt, or anything other damn thing for that matter, you answer us truthfully without lying through her ass, cause believe it or not, kiddo, we're not stupid and we can see past the constant bullshit. So, the next time Sam asks you 'do you remember anything else' or I ask you 'are you hurt anywhere else' you own up and tell us or you'll have one bitch of a butt ache to go along with it. I am done with the constant lies, young lady. You hear me? Done." Dean's forceful and stern words rang sharply in Ellie's ears making the young teenager dip her head down to look at the floor feeling heat blossom on her flushed complexion in shame and embarrassment at being caught in her lies. She was coming to see the horrible irony of the fact that she thought he was lying to her, when in fact, she was the liar.
With her head dipped down and the protective shadow of her ballcap hiding her face, Ellie ran her white socked toe along the stiff fibers of the dirty grey carpet shifting and fidgeting in grave discomfort hating the feeling of tears that were threatening to appear yet again. It was just another failure to add on the her seemingly continual list of reasons she was, to put it mildly, a pain in the ass to them.
The thick denim fabric of her jeans chaffed against her sore bottom from her fidgety movements reminding her incessantly about Dean's severe disapproval. Ellie had a great desire to rub the burning sting out of her tender seat, but, like always, opted for pride instead, not wanting to draw any more direct attention to her backside that Dean had thoroughly whacked into a next week, seemingly, in under a minute and a half. Although quick, it was frustratingly painful as she swore the man seared handprints into her ass and Ellie was embarrassed to say, it got to her stoic self and damn quickly at that.
It was unfortunate, but being a Hunter's kid, Ellie was well accustomed to lying to adults, in fact, she was encouraged to lie and lie often as the nature of the Hunting life simply required it. It was vital at times for the success and outcomes of hunts sparing lives in the process. However, unfortunately, it had stemmed into quite a shameful habit whenever it was convenient for her or when she deemed it best. Although, Ellie knew lying to Hunters was risky, as the men were often well practiced in detecting deception in people, she felt she had no choice at times. In her mind, her ability to lie and keep her secrets is what kept her safe.
Feeling another pair of heavy eyes laying on her, Ellie tilted her head to the side towards Sam who had his large palms rested on his hips. His masculine features giving her a look of weary disappointment, his hazel eyes holding critical disapproval as he expelled a huff of air through his nostrils.
It burdened Sam deep into his core to know she had not only remembered the scary encounter, but she had experienced the physical and mental pain of it all. However, it burdened and concerned him even more that she had the will to conceal it from them and on top of that decided it was a good idea to lie about the headache that she apparently acquired from her encounter. Although Sam held a grave sense of pity in his heart for the teenager for all that had occurred and it was regretful she received such a sound spanking for her lies after everything, he understood why his brother did it. Sam felt the same burdening fear and concern that ran deep into the fibers of his muscles tensing them with a constant edgy unease that encompassed his being with a fearful need to protect the young little life before them. And if they were to be success in that, she had to stop lying to them. It was not only inherently wrong and disrespectful, but it was gravely dangerous in the business they were in. They could not help the young girl if she continued to conceal things from them. It had to stop and if a sound spanking did it, Sam was all for it.
Ellie felt her flushed face reddened further in shame and mortification knowing that not only did Sam witness her getting her backside whupped, but witnessed it with approval. Unable to bear the strong glare of disappointment in his eyes, Ellie immediately turned to look at the dirty grey carpet once again finding it a lot more tolerable to look at than either of the Hunters stern faces. She didn't intend to make them so angry with her. They were just little white lies that she thought were no big deal, but apparently, from the stinging ache that encompassed her entire backside, she had gravely miscalculated on that. On top everything else she had said and done to them last night, a grave unfairness and confusion began to frustrate her as she just couldn't seem to do anything right by them. It seemed her good intentions to lessen her burdening self on them not only backfired on her tremendously, but it seemed to do the complete opposite and the unfairness of it all was overwhelming. It appeared she was just destined to cause trouble and be a pain in the ass to them making her burdened heart ache with torment and confoundment.
"I'm-I'm sorry. I-I just didn't want to worry you about Ellicott. You-You got enough to worry about as it is. I didn't think it was a big deal, ya know. And it-it's just a headache. I'm fine." Ellie explained attempting to keep an element of confidence in her words, but her tone was clearly subdued as her body closed in on itself slightly feeling the effects a sound spanking could bring to a girl.
Dean sighed out a heavy waft of air through his nostrils feeling his tense muscles slacken at the girl's defeated tone that sounded incredibly young to Hunter's mature ears. Dean wanted to a feel reassured that the girl at least had good intentions for her deception, but it weighed little against his edgy nerves. In the end, whatever her purposes for lying, good or not, it was not acceptable. And her stubborn insistence on being stoic and dismissive toward something intensely disturbing only elevated the Hunter's concern for her. She obviously did not see the severity of it and she needed to.
"Lying to us will never be okay, Elena. I don't care whether you think it's a 'big deal' or not. I'm done letting it go. As much as you don't like hearing this, you are a thirteen-year-old little girl and you do not get to keep things from us. Especially concerning a Hunt. Sam and I are grown ass men and we don't need you to spare us the details just because it wasn't pretty, trust me when I say, we can take it. It is not your job to decide what is important. Your job is to tell the truth. Period." Dean explained firmly in a level and adamant tone, his stern baritone voice rumbling deep within his chest making Ellie shift and squirm in discomfort feeling the denim fabric of her jean's chafe slightly against her sore cheeks which only seemed to stress the intensity of Dean's disapproval with additional potency and emphasis.
"No matter how small, no lie is ever harmless, Elena." Sam chimed in with a calm sternness forcing Ellie's attention towards the tall Hunter on the far side of the queen bed. "Not only is it wrong and highly disrespectful, lying is dangerous in our line of work. We cannot help you if we don't know the truth." Sam lectured compellingly in a surprisingly gentle tone of understanding. However, his sharp features held a weighed and solemn look, shrewd awareness glistening behind the man's hazel green eyes as he hinted at the other secrets she was keeping from them hoping to compel the young girl into seeing deception would only bring her trouble.
Ellie cast her attention back down to the carpet below her socked feet feeling her heart sink with grave confliction that was battling in her young mind. Ellie was a smart girl and she was aware there was more to Sam's statement than just her lying about her encounter and headache. And while that was clearly prominent in his words, the Hunter was undoubtably hinting at her continual concealment of information concerning her predicament with the demons hunting her uncle. Ellie was coming to the realization that she did not just get punished by simply telling two lies, although that was certainly a major chunk of it, it was her string of constant lying that resulted in her, ultimately, being thrown over the man's knee which, for some reason, made her feel even worse.
A frustrating disappointment began to run deep into her bones as she was becoming surprisingly attached to the two Hunters and the heavy burden of guilt in constantly deceiving them was getting to her conscience. However, no matter how much she wished otherwise, Ellie knew it was inevitable to continue lie to the men as she fully believed her ability to keep information concealed was vital to her survival. There was just no way around it. She had her orders and she simply could not tell them about the Colt nor her 'sinful' connections to it. The strong words of her uncle still rang profoundly in her ears about keeping her lips sealed at all cost as it could not only jeopardize her safety, but cause the Hunters to turn against her, viewing her as a freak associated with the evil workings of witchcraft. And that was a horrible notion for Ellie even to conceive, they could come to despise her, pin her as evil, even want to Hunt her, and Ellie was determined to fight with everything she had to keep that from the diehard Hunters at all cost. It was frustratingly unavoidable to be deceptive and she was distend to disappoint them. And no matter what they thought, Ellie still fully believed it was none of their business and they had no right to pry as she so adamantly proclaimed under Ellicott's rage theory session only a few hours ago. However, that was not to say the lies she told them after this Hunt and all the others not concerning her uncle's direct orders were necessary. It was her personal choice to lie. Lying was not an admirable quality and Ellie's morality knew it was wrong. It seemed she had lied to them far too many times for Dean to brush it off anymore. And Ellie wondered with grave dismay just how many times they were aware of her lies, but did not say anything. And seeing as she lied to them quite a bit over her short time with them, made her cringe with discontentment and remorse.
"Yes, sir." Ellie expressed in a respectful manner keeping her eyes to the floor as she shifted and squirmed on her socked feet feeling the weight of shame press against her tired body. However, it was not unaccompanied by a slight ping of adolescent resentment about getting her bottom thoroughly smacked to the point of having to sleep on her stomach tonight. Ellie was embarrassed and her pride was bruised and while an instance on her understanding and regret would be the optimal choice, Ellie's willful stubbornness, yet again, couldn't seem to be curbed and the desire to express her opinion overruled her common sense.
"But you didn't need to give me a freaking licking for it." Ellie dared to challenge glumly as she tilted up her head up to peered at the Hunter from under her ballcap, who still sat firmly on the bed. Despite having a mild expression of contrite caution on her youthful flushed features, there was a slight reproving and defiant glint behind her russet eyes, as she attempted to transfer some guilt towards the man and perhaps press some elements of doubt into the Hunter's rigid mind about lighting her ass on fire for two 'little' white lies. Despite a part of her knowing she had fully earned it, as she was practically digging her own grave with her constant lies to the shrewd Hunters, Ellie's pride did not want to fully admit that the sting in her bottom was a damn good reminder to opt for honesty next time. However, the very fact that the man held this kind of personal authority over her still bothered her to an extent. Despite her being under his protection and responsibility, and her being no stranger to this type of discipline, the truth still remained that he was not her uncle and Ellie's stubborn and shielded nature had a very hard time coming to terms with him smacking her backside like he was her kin.
Dean felt his teeth clench together and his jaw muscles go rigid, absolutely astounded at her boldness to challenge him after he had just got done waring her ass out. Perhaps he didn't put enough swing behind his palm or she was just immensely dense with that suicidal mouth of her's. He was now coming to believe he was far too lenient with her, if she still had the nerve to be disrespectful and push back.
A grave scowl began to slowly sink into the rigids of Dean's masculine features, hardening his face muscles as he dipped his cleft chin down casting a dark shadow over his hard expression regarding her with a heavy and reproachful rigor.
"Elena." Sam admonishing voice rang out sternly and deeply making her snap her attention towards him who shot her a look of grim disapproval, his brows lined in a stiff frown of reproach. His eyes blazing with frustration feeling his own palm begin to ich as he wondered if anything they said got through to that stubborn head of her's.
Ellie felt her chest heave up sharply at Sam's deep tone clogging the breath in her throat, suddenly feeling the effects of her words as a rush of potent anxiety began to blossom and spread within her chest. Her expression instantly paled with regret for saying something as stupid as not 'needing' it, practically telling the man his discipline methods were ineffective which was not only severely untrue, but immensely dumb as the man could swiftly take it upon himself to rectify that and convince her differently. Despite Ellie wanting to believe her words were just her simply an opinion, it was, in every respect, backtalk and Ellie knew it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ellie caught Dean's movement as he slowly lifted himself off the mattress raising himself to his full staggering height of six feet.
Oh shit.
TBC
I know it's super abrupt, but I had to break it somewhere lol.
Part 2 is just a click away! (important for closure).
Thanks for reading!