Hello! I hope you are all doing well. I'm excited that Katie is back for more :) I'm definitely not ready to give up on this girl!

This chapter was requested long ago, and unfortunately I can't find the person who request it, so I sincerely apologize. They had asked if Dean had ever spanked Katie. Well this two (maybe three) part story will answer that question. A warning that this chapter involves corporal punishment, but it's minimal and not detailed.

HUGE shoutout to Emma Winchester 424 for being a ROCKSTAR and co-writing this chapter with me. You are the best and don't know what I'd do without you!

Thanks to everyone for all your support! Don't forget to leave a review to let me know what you think - they keep me motivated!

Dean – 17

Sam – 13

Kate – 9

It had been two weeks since John had disappeared on his latest hunt, but he was due back this weekend. Since Dean had a (legal) driver's license now, John was constantly taking advantage by leaving them alone for longer periods, since his eldest could drive them around as needed. High school had been out for about an hour now, but Dean had left long before that, not caring for his last period geometry class. He'd hung out at the park, aimlessly staring at everyone, even a cute girl or two, before realizing it was finally time to pick up the little one, or rather his "I'm not a kid anymore, Dean" sister.

As they started their five-block walk back to their motel, Katie didn't offer him more than a "hey." She continued to stare at the sidewalk, watching one dirty, gray sneaker walk in front of the other on this early October day. Her mind drifted as she tried to find a crispy leaf to crunch along the way. It was a stark contrast to her usual peppy demeanor on a Friday afternoon. She was typically thrilled because Sam stayed at the library to do work with classmates, which meant she was going to get the TV to herself, even if only for a bit. No stupid Sam to take the remote from her.

Katie sighed loudly as they neared the hotel, knowing that she had a pile of dirty dishes from breakfast waiting for her. Who wouldn't dread that? She continued to shuffle along in silence, her pace hardly keeping up with Dean's longer strides.

Dean was not really paying attention to her shuffling feet or sighs. His brain was occupied with what he needed to pack for tomorrow's hunt. John was supposed to be coming back after two weeks and pick him up for a quick hunt this weekend. He'd been itching to get back out in the field, so he couldn't wait. After about 2 blocks, it finally dawned on him that this walk was taking Katie a lot longer than normal. He said impatiently over his shoulder, "C'mon Katie, get the lead out. I wanna get home."

But her pace didn't change, and she continued to stare at her feet, one foot in front of the other in rhythmic fashion. The day had started off dreary with overcast skies and it poured rain most of the morning. Something about it had put her in a grumpy mood right from the start, and it hadn't let up all day.

Dean noticed the fact that she was not picking up the pace and a slight annoyance crept up. "What? You suddenly go deaf? Get a move on!" He stopped and waited impatiently to see if she'd obey.

She didn't change her pace but she caught up to him now that he had stopped. She continued walking by him and muttered, "I'm not deaf."

"Then quit actin' like you can't hear me." He walked next to her and scowled. After a few moments, he asked, trying to break the tension, "You got a lot of homework tonight?"

She shrugged, but inwardly knew that was not going to fly, so she replied as she looked straight ahead, "I got some. Doesn't have to be done tonight." It was Friday after all and who wanted to do homework then.

"Well, you need to do it before Dad gets home tomorrow. Plus, you got a stack of dirty dishes waiting for you." He said this casually, not trying to stir the pot, just more making a comment and stating the obvious.

"Well then I'll just do it tomorrow." Even though she knew that wasn't the right answer, she didn't care. Finally, they came up to the motel parking lot and headed for their room.

In a firm tone, Dean responded, "Dishes get done tonight. Understand?" Katie knew better than that. Dishes didn't get left overnight. He may be a slob normally, but he had to give some order to the chaos that was their lives. And he didn't want to imagine John coming home to a dirty kitchen—it just didn't seem like it would go over well.

She huffed. "Dean, I know." They finally arrived at the door and Katie waited impatiently for him to open it with his key. Being grumpy felt much easier than the energy it'd take to be normal right now.

His hand was reaching for the door when she spoke, causing him to turn and give her a look while he sarcastically gestured for her to walk inside. Is this what they meant by pre-teen because god, she was going to be a difficult real teenager.

Completely ignoring his sarcastic gesture, she waltzed in, dumping her backpack on top of her bed before heading over to the couch, throwing herself down and turning on the tv in one continuous motion.

Dean grinded his teeth together. He did not need her attitude today, especially with John coming home tomorrow. While Dean tolerated some level of attitude and moodiness from his siblings, their father would do no such thing. S to encourage her to stop procrastinating, he added one last time, "Don't forget the dishes."

She groaned loudly at the second reminder in two minutes. "I said I got it under control!" She turned up the volume of her favorite show Power Rangers. She had no real reason why she was snapping back at her brother—it had been one of those days where anything anyone said was getting on her nerves. The anticipation of John returning mixed with a gloomy mood from dawn, the cards weren't in her favor today.

Dean stepped in front of the TV, blocking her view. This kid was really pushing his buttons at the moment. "Alright- wherever this attitude is coming from? Yeah- you can lose that, right now. Got it?"

She immediately slouched down as far as possible on the couch until she could stretch both feet out in front of her, colliding with Dean's boots. Although she was clearly no match for his firmly planted feet, she still tried to push them away with her own feet. "Move," she demanded, annoyed that he was blocking her view.

Dean watched her antics in disbelief. When that one word came out of her mouth, he saw red. "What did you just say to me, Katelyn?" He crossed his arms, towering over her. It wasn't like her to give him a fight like this, that was usually reserved for Sam, so he wasn't about to put up with it.

Her feet stopped shoving against his, but only for a moment as "Katelyn" registered in her mind. It was like an automatic trigger to stop whatever she was doing. However, common sense left the building, and she pushed against his boots again, annoyed that she was getting in trouble. "I said, move."

Without a second thought, Dean yanked the remote out of her hand, flipped the TV off, and got right over her. His eyes narrowed and bore into her. "Alright. I know you know better than to talk like that. What the hell is your problem?" Although he was frustrated with how she was acting, there was a small part of him that was concerned since this was so out of character for her. But his teenage-self would never admit that.

With narrowed eyes and the frustration of a pre-teen, she replied flatly, kicking his foot with each word like a tantrum throwing toddler, "You. Are."

Dean's jaw hit the floor. She never talked to him like this, so now that concerned part of him grew ever so slightly. "Why do you have this stick up your ass? Did something happen in school today?"

Her nose scrunched up at him prying for more information. School sucked, she had no friends, played by herself at recess, it was the same thing as last week, so there was really nothing wrong. This day, like every other, just sucked and her mood had absorbed like a sponge all the bad energy in the air, leading her to take it out on her brother, who had done nothing other than exist in her presence today. She still wouldn't look at him and muttered grumpily, "Nothing happened. I'm fine. I want to watch TV."

He pointed the remote at her. "Keep being a smart ass and you'll lose TV all weekend. Got it?"

The threat caused her to sigh even louder. Through gritted teeth, she replied stubbornly, knowing she didn't have a choice, "Fine."

Dean nodded, still not pleased with her answer, but leaving her alone for the moment. He knew she hated it here, but he really believed that if something truly was going on, she'd tell him. At this age, she didn't keep much bottled up from her eldest brother and was more than happy to voice her frustrations when the time came. Dean tossed the remote down on the couch next to her and walked away to his bed, flopping down and snatching up his car magazine to kill time before they had to pick up Sammy.

Katie grabbed the remote with haste and was back to zombing out, trying to ignore any sense of responsibility that she had outside of the TV world for as long as she could.

After a while of neither Winchester doing anything productive, the clock finally said that it was time to pick up Sam. Dean hauled himself up from the bed, tossed the magazine to the side and walked towards the door, tossing on his jacket along the way. "Katie. C'mon. We gotta go get Sam," he called over his shoulder.

When he didn't hear a response and the TV kept playing, he adjusted his collar and turned to her impatiently. In a louder voice, he said, "Katie. TV off. Let's go. Sam's waiting."

She still didn't budge, but replied, "I'll wait here." Her eyes remained on the screen. "You can go." It was as if she were giving him permission.

Dean exhaled angrily, not wanting another stupid battle. "Katie, don't start this with me. Get up. I'm not leaving you here alone." Because he wasn't ready to leave his little sister home alone. The kid was nine and was honestly pretty responsible when she wasn't acting like a little shit, but his overprotective side kept him from letting her stay there by herself. Sam, he didn't care about. The boy knew how to fight and knew what was out there. But Katie was too innocent and he wasn't going to ruin it.

Her eyes narrowed and her tone matched his. "I SAID I'm not going." She folded arms and stared at the TV more intently. She was tired of being told what to do and it was just rubbing her the wrong way today.

"Katie, you know I'm not leaving you here alone. Get your ass in the car, then you can come back and rot your brains with TV."

"I don't wanna." There was a hint of whining behind her voice, but still no inclination that she was getting up.

Dean was done with her disobedient nature. He flat out yelled, "I don't care! Get up, we gotta go get Sam. NOW!"

She flinched slightly at his sudden change in tone, but she soaked up that energy, ready to turn it right back around. Like a defiant little girl, she turned to him and said with equal yelling, "I said I'm NOT going!"

Dean rolled his eyes at her theatrical nonsense. He walked over to the couch, and stood there threateningly again. "You're either getting up now, or I'm carrying your ass to the car. You got till the count of three. One."

She still didn't budge, her stubborn side holding out. She absolutely hated that he was doing a stupid count of three. Like she was five again.

His voice got louder and more threatening, "TWO…" He honestly couldn't believe she was being this bad.

The youngest's eyes narrowed and they are locked with his in an epic Winchester stare-off. If this had been John Winchester, "one" would have been enough to make her stow the attitude and hop up to attention and leave, but this wasn't her dad-it was Dean. And she was well aware that she could push him even further - and maybe she'd get her way on this.

"No," she replied flatly.

Dean set his jaw. That was it. He was done. "Three," he said harshly. Without wasting a second, he picked her straight up off the couch and threw her over his shoulder like she was a sack of flour. He started walking to the door, keeping a tight grip on her.

She instantly started fighting him, trying to pry his grip off her. When that didn't help much, she resorted to kicking. "Let me go, you jerk!"

"OW! Katie, stop kicking, or I swear to God, you're gonna get it!" He tried to bat her legs away while concentrating on keeping his grip.

No words registered to her as she was too busy struggling. "I'm not a little kid. Put. Me. Down!" She jammed her small fists into his shoulder blades with each of the three words.

Dean said in his loud, dangerous tone, "You're sure as hell acting like a little kid. So knock it off - last warning." He kept moving towards the door with her slung over his shoulder. He was wracking his brain for how he was going to play this off once they got outside and people began to stare. If he were going to kidnap a kid, it wouldn't be this brat.

To Katie, it was an empty threat and she was too worked up now to stop her fight. She squirmed like crazy, trying to break free of his grasp. Dean readjusted his grip on her, letting one of her legs break free for a second. As she continued to thrash, that escaped leg gained momentum and her foot collided with Dean's stomach in a hard punch.

The sudden kick caught Dean off guard and it winded him. For a second, he lost his grip on her altogether before he quickly recovered. His adrenaline was running rampant at almost dropping his sister. The fear that ripped through him turned instantly into an intense anger he couldn't control. He set her safely down, grabbed the upper part of her arm, whipped her around, and spanked her hard, three times. "Don't you ever do that again! You hear me, Katelyn?" Without waiting for an answer, he didn't loosen his grip on her arm and dragged her towards the door, not even taking a moment to acknowledge what he had just done.

Katie was completely stunned into silence as she stumbled along beside Dean. Her mind was trying to decide if what had happened was real, and the sharp sting on her bottom let her know it was, in fact, real. Hot tears brimmed her eyes from the shock, sting, and sheer embarrassment of her brother swatting her. He'd never done that - ever. Sure, he'd threatened it before but she'd always assumed it was an empty threat. Until now.