chapter four

Bright morning light flooded into the room as Rosie's eyes began to flutter open. Rolling over into her back, Rosie's eyes went from a gentle flutter to as wide open as possible. Shit! She thought, sitting up against the wall, still tucked into the covers. Her short curly blonde hair was spiked up into mini cowlicks and sweat beads lined her forehead. Everything inside her body was screaming at her as even Rosie's arms were sore from grasping onto Dean's leg. Rosie's breath hitched as she started to swing her leg over the side of the bed to stand.

"Whoa there Petal," Sam said gently, rushing over from his spot at the table to his sister's side. "Hey, why don't we get some food and water in you Rosie, you look a little … faint," His voice trailed off.

Rosie nodded her head. It was true, she did not feel like a million dollars. Not only did everything inside her body burn, but something inside her just didn't feel right. "Sammy," She said weakly, her mouth dry as she tried to grab her brother's flannel tighter.

"Here Rosie, come 'ere," Sam said kindly, guiding her over to his previously occupied spot at the table. Rosie took a seat, gasping a little at the sensation of her butt touching the wooden chair. Sam smiled sadly and handed her his bottle, "Have some water kiddo."

Rosie nodded, thankful for the offer. In a couple sips, she had drained the plastic bottle and sat there looking up at her older brother. Her hand met the back of her neck as she felt embarrassed looking at Sam.

"What's wrong Rosie?" He asked curiously.

"It's … it's nothing," Her voice faltered. Sam gave her an odd look, then bent down to meet her eye level. "Well," She began again, her cheeks flushed, "It's just that, I guess I just feel a little embarrassed," Rosie said quietly.

"What, why?" Sam questioned without hesitation.

"Just because of what Dean did when he, uh, punished me," Her eyes found her shoes. Rosie had always felt embarrassed talking to Sam after Dean spanked her. It was something that was childish, she knew, but having Sam know that she got her ass beaten, knocked her pride down a notch.

Sam laughed and put a hand on her shoulder, "Hey, you know that doesn't matter to me," He said, gently rubbing circles on her arm. "It's not the first time, hopefully the last though," He said, standing to his full height.

Suddenly, Rosie looked up to him in fear, "Sammy?" She asked with big blue eyes. "You're — you're not gonna spank me, right?" Rosie asked in a quiet voice.

Sam shook his head and went over to the sink to refill the water bottle. "I still don't know yet, Rosie." He began, "Dean said that he took care of it, and I know that you have more coming this week." She cringed, accepting the water bottle back from her brother. "I think that you may be doing more busy work with me. Maybe some lines in Latin or helping me with translations. Truthfully, I haven't decided on anything yet cause it all mostly depends on dad."

Rosie's breath hitched in her throat — she had forgotten all about her father. "W-when did dad say he'd be back?"

"Sunday," Sam answered, looking down at his sister. "Dean's on the phone with him now. He went to go and get dinner and talk to him." Rosie swallowed the lump in her throat and shakily brought the bottle to her lips. "Hey, it's gonna be okay Petal," Sam said gently, putting a hand on her head.

"No Sam, it's not okay!" She exclaimed, standing to her feet and throwing the water bottle on the floor. Sam took a step back in shock, watching the scene unfold before his eyes. "He's gonna kill me Sam, and I know that you and Dean are saying that it'll be fine, but you don't know that! Neither of you have no idea what he's gonna do and it's so fucking frustrating that you think —"

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed, walking through the door. In all of the commotion, Rosie was unaware that her oldest brother had arrived back at the motel. "Bathroom. Now." Dean ordered, setting the food down on the table and looking sternly at his sister.

"Dean, I—"

"Now, Rosie." He said with a no-nonsense tone.

Hanging her head, Rosie made her way into the bathroom and sat down on the lid of the toilet seat. Dean followed the youngest Winchester into the bathroom and looked at her pointedly as she sat down.

"What did I say about cussing Rosie?" He asked, his steely green eyes focusing on hers.

"You said not to," She responded quietly, swinging her legs idly.

"No," Dean said, shaking his head, "What did I say that I would do the next time I heard you curse?" His voice was cold.

Rosie swallowed the lump in her throat and looked up at Dean with her best puppy dog eyes, "You said you'd wash my mouth out with soap," Came her almost silent reply. "But bubba I —"

"Rosie, shut up," He said, unaffected by the pleas of the young girl. She looked down at her feet, as Dean made work of bending down under the sink and grabbing a new bar of hotel soap. Removing the wrapper, Dean lathered it up under the sink and turned to face his sister. "Open." He ordered. Rosie shook her head, unwilling to open her lips. "Rosie," He warned. "Either open your mouth or you're going back over my knee." Quickly, she opened her lips and Dean shoved the white block of bubbles into mouth. Suds flooded her teeth and tongue and the lilac flavor of soap did not taste as good as it smelled.

"B-ean," She mumbled, soap flooding her taste buds.

"No," He shook his head, "Hold it." A silent minute later, Dean looked down at his watch and moved away from the sink. "Spit." Came the order and Rosie all but ran to the sink, throwing the soap out of her mouth.

"Yuck," She complained, trying to scrub the taste from her tongue.

"No more water," Dean said, putting a hand on her shoulder and turning his sister away from the sink.

"But Deeean!" She said with a pout. "It tastes horrible!"

"Good." He said shortly, shrugging his shoulders, and guiding her out of the bathroom, pushing her down onto the hard kitchen chair. "Cuss again kid, I dare you to find out what happens." He said, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. Rosie nodded now looking down towards her shoes.

"Yes sir," She mumbled, unable to look up at her brothers. She heard Sam sigh and kneel down next to her.

"Listen Rose," Sam began, putting a hand on her knee. "He's not gonna kill you, he's gonna be pissed as hell, but he's not going to kill you."

Rosie glanced up at him through her hair and saw him smile sadly. "But Sammy," She whispered sadly, the taste of soap still lingering on her tongue, "I won't be able to move for weeks!" She said, raising her hands up in exasperation.

"Don't you deserve it?" Dean asked pointedly. "I mean, Rosie, don't you think that you deserve it? Should we go over everything that has happened over the last two days? Do you wanna bring all of it back up into the air?"

She shook her head rapidly, looking up at Dean with blue doe eyes. "No Dean, we-we don't have to—"

"So then answer the question: Do you deserve whatever dad decides?" Silence filled the air as a tear rolled down her face.

"Yes sir," She replied after a moment, "I— I do." Sam rubbed her knee sympathetically, looking at her sadly.

"When he gets back, tell him that Rosie," Sam added in, "Tell him that you know what you did was wrong and maybe he'll—"

"No Sam," Dean cut him off, shaking his head and looking towards him angrily. "He shouldn't go easy on her for fucks sake! If we would have done this," Dean scoffed, putting a hand to his forehead, thinking over his own memories of conversations with their dad's belt.

"You don't think that — I mean he wont —" Rosie stuttered, unable to produce the words she needed to say. "Belt me? He—He's never used the belt on me before." She said horrified.

"I just did." Dean added in casually, shrugging his shoulders.

Rosie swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes widened, "It's … it's different." She said, looking away from her oldest brother and shifting her body in the opposite direction.

"Why is that Rosie?" Sam asked sympathetically.

"Cause it's just different, Sam!" She yelled, raising her hands in frustration and standing to her feet, facing away from her brothers. There was no way that Rosie planned on being honest with them as to why it was different. How was she supposed to tell Dean that it's divergent because he had always acted as her father, so when he spanked her it was like a dad disciplining their child. But the idea of John hitting her wasn't a fatherly thought, but more like being spanked by an uncle who sometimes acted as a dad. Dean had always been like her father, so him using the belt just made sense; but John? That's a whole different ball game.

"Rosie…" Dean growled, marching over to his sister. Sam stood up, putting his hands on Dean's chest, preventing him from getting to their sister.

"No Dean," Sam said quietly, slightly pushing him back. Dean huffed and grabbed the doggy bag of food from the table, harshly pushing back the chair and taking a seat. Rosie's eyes slowly made their way up to his as he took an angry bite out of his egg sandwich.

"What?" He said with a mouth full of food.

"N—nothing," She responded, taking a seat across from him at the table. "W…well, there is something." Dean sighed and put the sandwich down on the table, extending his hands for her to continue. "Can you give us a minute please Sammy?" Rosie asked quietly, twiddling her thumb and looking down at the table.

"Sure Petal," He smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. Grabbing the Impala keys, he said a quick goodbye and left.

"So what's up Rosie?" Dean asked, oddly patient, sensing that it was something greater than simply his sister having a temper tantrum.

"Dean…" She began, slowly letting her eyes meet his own. "I don't like to think about dad sp—" She paused embarrassed, "Punishing me," Dean smiled to himself at her amendment to the statement, "Because, well, you've…" She took a shaky breath. "You've always been like my dad, so it just seems normal that you would do something like that, but with dad, I don't know it just scares me bubba." Rosie said quickly then focusing all her attention on the table top. Dean smiled upside down and thought to himself for a moment. Suddenly, Rosie felt a hand under her chin, gently forcing her eyes to meet her older brothers.

"I know Rose," He answered gently, "I know." His hand reached up, as the pad of his thumb wiped a couple tears for her eyes. "I feel that way too kiddo." Rosie's face looked surprised. "I just mean that, yeah you're my sister, but … it's," He paused, rubbing a hand on his neck.

"I know bubba," She smiled, reaching out to grab his hand. Dean Winchester was not one for chick flick moments, but he was definitely a part of one right now. "You don't have to say it." She reassured him.

"No," Dean cleared his throat, "Rosie, you are like my daughter, even though I know you're my sister." She looked down and smiled. "That's why I was, well am so pissed at what you did." Rosie's look changed from happy to embarrassed almost instantly. "Because you not only did those things as my dumb ass sister, but as a kid, my kid." He said, raising an eyebrow in her direction.

"Yes Dean," She mumbled, somehow still smiling internally at his words. "I'm sorry."

He nodded, picking up his breakfast sandwich as taking another bite. "I know, but that doesn't mean that it's over. You get that, right?"

"Yes sir, I do." Rosie answered almost instantly, picking at her nails absentmindedly. Dean nodded to himself at her answer and the pair sat in silence for a moment.

"Here," He said, taking another sandwich out of the bag and sliding it over to his sister. "Eat up kiddo. We got a hard week coming up," Dean paused for a moment and looked at her seriously, "Including tonight."

Rosie, holding her breakfast, looked up at him horrified, "Dean, we don't have to…"

"Rosie," He corrected her thought, "You know what I promised every night this week, and I'm not one for breaking promises. Am I?"

Rosie nodded sadly, looking down at the table. "No sir," She mumbled.

"Hey," He began, reaching over to take her hand in his own, "It's not gonna be as bad as last night, I promise. That doesn't mean its gonna be easy because you seriously fucked up kid, but its not going to be like yesterday."

Rosie sniffled and wiped her nose with her sleeve. "Do we have too? I can barely sit as it is today!" She all but whined softly.

Dean gently cuffed her ear, "Watch it kid," He corrected her. She huffed and took an angry bite of the sandwich.

"I don't wanna do this Dean," She complained, looking up at him seriously.

"You think that I want to do this to you?" He asked in shock, raising both his eyebrows in surprise, "Kid you're seventeen, I friggin hate doing this! It's not like this is the highlight of my life here."

She looked towards him with sad eyes and nodded once more. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she found the courage to speak up. "C…Can we just do it now?" Her voice was quiet with the question.

"What?" Dean said unbelievingly. "You want to do this now?"

"Well, no, but Sammy's not here, and I just don't want to think about it all day." She concluded. It did make sense after all.

Dean scoffed and shrugged with his head slightly turning to the side. "Yeah kiddo, let's get it done with." He put both his hands on the table and stood to his feet. It was then that she was reminded of how truly tall he was. Rosie swallowed the ever growing lump in her throat and looked up at him horrified.

"Wait—"

"No," He shook his head, "You're right, let's just get this done now." He took a seat on the bed and motioned her over to him, "Come 'ere Rosie," With shaky legs she slowly, very slowly made her way over to his side. Dean sided rolling his eyes and threw his baby sister over his knee.

"Dean—" She tried, but was cut off.

"Why are we here Rosie?" Dean asked, adjusting her body.

"Well … there's a couple reasons I think, but which one do you wanna hear?" She asked humorously, trying to lighten the mood. Rosie was met with a harsh slap to her butt. "Ow! Dean!" She tried to squirm away, but felt Dean hold her fast against his legs.

"Fine, you wanna do it this way, that's okay." He responded, landing another slap to the undercurve of her butt. "I'll tell you what, since it's Wednesday and dad'll be home on Sunday, everyday we'll go over one reason of how you royally screwed up.

"We don't have too—" Slaps echoed throughout the small motel room as Rosie's eyes clenched shut in pain. After a minute or so, Rosie began to grow restless and her pleas were making themselves more known. "OW! Dean, please STOP!" Her arms wrapped around his calf, holding on for dear life.

Dean's hand stopped as he adjusted her body once more, seeing as how her movement was causing her to slowly fall off his knee. "I know Rose," He said gently, rubbing a hand on her back in comfort.

"A—are we done?" She asked hopefully, looking back at him. Dean let out a small chuckle and met her eyes.

"No kiddo," He shook his head with a small smile, "Now, tell me one reason why this is happening."

Rosie sniffled and looked back towards the ground. "B…because I was drinking without permission, s…stole a bottle of whiskey and, and I got drunk." She admitted, closing her eyes in preparation for the next slap.

Dean nodded to himself, not laying down any more smacks. "Why is that wrong Rosie?"

"W-what?" She asked.

"I said, tell me why that's wrong Rose," He repeated.

She sniffled and tried to rack her brain. "B—because you said not to drink, b…because I'm underage a-and I shouldn't steal a-and I shouldn't have gotten drunk in the f…first place." She managed to say through tears.

"Good." Dean replied simply, laying down about twenty more slaps to her behind. Then a sudden realization hit him. "Rosie?" He questioned, moving her body off of his knee so that she was standing right in front of him, trapped between his knees like a small kid. "Where did you get that bottle of whiskey from?" He asked, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. She swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes quickly found her feet. "Hey," He said harshly, grabbing under her chin. "Look at me and answer the damn question. Where did you get the bottle?"

"I…I stole it," She managed to whisper.

"No shit kid, where did you steal it from?" He was beginning to grow impatient. Rosie looked at him pleadingly. "Don't lie to me or this is gonna get a hundred times worse." Dean threatened.

"D…do you … do you remember when dad was about to leave for his hunt and bought that bottle for him and Bobby?" She asked, turning her head to the side in fear.

"No, not really," Dean replied honestly.

"Well, you and Sam had just left for a hunt and so after I took it, he asked where it was and I said that … I said that you had taken it." She admitted with fear in her voice, not guessing that she would ever admit that to him.

"You what?" Dean's voice was cold and unflinching.

"Bubba, I'm so —" Without warning, Dean flung her body back over his knee and the slaps picked up hard and fast. "Dean, PLEASE!" She yelled, grabbing onto his calf once more as pain overwhelmed all of her senses.

"Seriously Rosie?!" He questioned, the slaps coming a lot harder than the previous round. "I mean seriously!?" Dean leaned her body forward so that the underside of her butt was on full display.

"AH! No! Dean, stop!" She yelled at the pain that was making itself greatly known. She was met by only silence and the sound of Dean's hand on her butt.

After a moment, he paused and tapped her hips. "Lift up." He ordered, pulling at the hem of her sweatpants.

"No, bubba please…" She pleaded as tears flooded down her face.

"Lift up now or else the underwear is coming down too." Dean threatened. Rosie's face lit up in embarrassment as she raised her hips so Dean could slip her pants down to her ankles. "I'm seriously disappointed in you Rosie." He shook his head, "I mean not only did you steal alcohol from dad, but you blamed it on Sam and I!" He emphasized his words with a couple slaps.

"PLEASE don't tell him Dean!" She shouted through tears.

"Tell him? Tell him! Rosie it's my knee that you're over right now, you should be focusing on what I think, not dad!" Dean scoffed in unbelief.

Rosie's eyes clenched shut as she thought about her brother's words. She didn't know how much more she could take, but just as she reached her breaking point, Dean stopped and rubbed a hand on her back in comfort once more.

"Hey," His voice broke through her tears, "Rosie, breathe for me," Dean ordered very gently. She tried to breath but was hyperventilating at the pain and shame she felt for blaming her actions on her brothers. "Rosie,"

"I'm … I'm SO so sorry bubba," She cried, getting up from his knee and crashing into his chest. "Please don't hate me!"

"It's okay Rosie," He tried to hush, running a hand through her hair. "It's okay kiddo." Her sobs settled down to small hiccups and she pulled away from his body. He gently cradled her face as she leaned into his hand. "Don't ever do that again Rosie, you hear me?"

"Yes sir," She answered, wiping the tears away from her eyes. Dean pulled her back into his chest and let her snuggle close to his body.

"I love you kiddo." He whispered, closing his eyes and embracing his sister.

"I love you too bubba." Rosie responded silently. A couple minutes later, the knob rattled and Sam cleared his throat seeing his siblings embracing, just to make his presence known.

"Hey Rosie," He said, setting a bag down on the table.

"Yeah Sammy?" She pulled away from Dean and watched him with big watery blue eyes.

Sam internally groaned knowing that Dean had just spanked her, but also knowing that she still had to pay the price with him. "Come 'ere, I found a couple things for you to do while I decide on what your," He paused, seeing her puppy eyes stare up at him. "full punishment is," Sam concluded. Lifting up the bag, he took out a small notebook, around 100 pages. "I want you to write a report for me on why drug abuse is wrong and the effect of it." Her eyes widened in disbelief. "You'll fill this notebook and I'll read it as you go."

Rosie scoffed, "Seriously Sammy?" She asked.

"Yes, Rosie, I am serious." He responded, handing her the small notebook. "Get to work Petal," Sam smiled sadly. "You can sit here and work for a couple hours, I'll read it over, then you can be done for the day." He bent down to kiss her forehead as she looked down to the notebook with disgust.

"But Sammy, Dean just sp—" She looked down embarrassed. "It's gonna hurt to sit down at the table. May I at least please sit on the couch?"

"No." Dean answered for him, shaking his head, "and you can go ahead and tell Sammy what you said to dad." He looked at her seriously.

Rosie just nodded, knowing that there was no point in fighting it — she had fucked up and it was time to come clean. "D…Dean asked how I got the bottle of whiskey, and well I told him how…" She trailed off.

"How?" Sam asked seriously, crossing his arms.

"Dad may have bought a bottle for him and Bobby and I may have taken and also may have told him that you and Dean took it on your hunt." She said with a scared smile, looking up at her brother.

"You what?" Sam scoffed unbelievingly.

"I'm so sorry Sammy, I really am sorry." She apologized sincerely. Sam sighed and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear.

"This definitely changes things," He whispered to himself, looking at the journal he had just bought for her. "You can also write me at least 50 pages about why underage drinking is dangerous." Sam replied to her statement. Rosie nodded sadly and took a seat at the table. He bent down once more and kissed the top of her head. "Rosie, that was seriously stupid," She looked away embarrassed. "But I still love you Petal." He ruffled her hair and walked over to the other side of the table, opening the laptop in search of a case.

Just then Dean's phone began to ring and he pulled it out of his pocket. Looking at the called ID his face turned white.

"What's wrong bubba?" Rosie piped up, looking over at him from the table. Dean didn't reply, just flipped open the phone and put it up to his ear.

"Hey dad," He said and Rosie blanched at his words. "Yes sir … Yes … Friday? Okay. Do you — No? Okay. Bye dad." Dean flipped the phone closed and looked over to his siblings.

"Well?" Rosie asked impatiently, awaiting to hear her fate.

Dean cleared his throat. "Friday." He paused. "Dad'll be home on Friday." Rosie's face turned white.

Shit.