A/N: Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry this chapter took freaking forever, I have no excuse lol. Thanks for your patience, more coming soon. Please enjoy:))

- auggie

chapter nine

tw: spanking

The sound of wet boots made their way into the motel room with an ominous aura following them. John cleared his throat and Sammy and Rosie looked over in his direction. Sammy swallowed the lump in his throat as he set the needle and thread down on the kitchen table.

"Hey dad," He said softly, knowing his father most likely was not in the best of moods.

"Good to see you Sammy," John nodded in his direction, eyes not leaving his daughter. "Have you started to —"

"DAD!" Rosie examined with a huge smile plastered on her face, holding out her arms indicating that she was asking for a hug. Dean, Sam and John's eyes widened in surprise, before they remembered she was pretty drugged up on medication.

"I missed you so much…" The young girl's voice trembled in tears, as her mood instantly shifted from happy to morose. "I missed you…" A couple tears unintentionally made their way down her face.

John sighed, crossing his arms and looking down towards his feet momentarily, closing his eyes. He would be lying if he said that her words weren't affecting him. Looking back up at his daughter, his gaze softened as soon as he saw the deep cuts on her wrists. He felt Dean's hand on his shoulder, before hearing him speak.

"Dad, do you wanna get started? She's pretty out of it. I doubt she'll even remember really seeing you." Dean said softly. John cleared his throat and nodded, taking the last couple steps to his daughter before taking a seat next to Sam.

"Rosie," John's voice was rough but concerned, "I need you to look at me sweetheart." He said, using the nickname he had only for her as he placed his calloused hand under her chin. "This isn't gonna be easy, but you have to sit still or else I may injure you more." His voice was stern as Rosie's face flushed, because drugged or not on medication, John Winchester's voice always carried a threatening tone.

"Yes … yes sir," She responded, tears still not dry in her eyes. Dean made his way over to his sister and took a seat next to her so all four chairs were occupied by the family. He took the non-injured hand into his own and held her other wrist straight tightly, so that if she tried to pull away he could restrict her movements.

"I need to clean it first, Samuel," John said, voice carrying not an ounce of anything but business. Sam reached over onto the table and grabbed the bottle of whiskey Dean had hidden in one of the high cabinets a couple days ago. John sighed, taking the bottle from his youngest son. "Hold her still Dean," And without any warning, John quickly unscrewed the cap and dumped a large portion of liquor onto her cuts in order to sanitize the areas.

"AH!" Rosie gasped, trying to pull her wrist out of Dean's grasp. "It burns!" Her body began to twist and turn in the chair, as Dean struggled to keep her still without hurting her arm. "STOP!" Rosie yelled as another splash of whiskey hit her wounds.

"Rose Mary Winchester," John's voice was low and threatening, silencing the room. He took a deep breath to calm himself down, before looking over at Dean and pointing a harsh finger at him. "Hold her fucking still Dean," He ordered in a no nonsense tone.

"But dad, I'll hurt her, if I—"

"I said," John paused, never breaking eye contact with his son, "Hold. Her. Fucking. Still."

Dean felt his anger starting to rise at the utter lack of concern he was holding for Rosie. He nodded, choosing not to dignify his father's order with a verbal answer. John stared daggers in his direction, but chose to let it go — for now.

Dean put his free hand on Rosie's back so he could stabilize her body just in case she started to squirm again, while continuing to hold her wounded wrist firm. Leaning close to his younger sister, Dean began to whisper in her ear. "You gotta hold still for me Rose," His voice was gentle. "Can you do that for me kiddo? Huh?" He asked when she didn't respond right away.

Rosie nodded, leaning into his chest as tears continued to fall due to the pain. John nodded, motioning towards Sam to hand him the needle and thread to stitch the wounds. As soon as the first poke went through her skin, Rosie bit down on her lip so hard that it began to bleed. "Bubba…" She whined out of pain and not childish behavior. "It—it hurts," Her voice shuttered as she spoke.

Dean placed a kiss on her forehead, closing his eyes at the thought of his sister being in pain. Tears soaked his shirt from Rosie's eyes as John started and finished one of the sutures.

"One down," John commented, "These are really difficult. You were right to wait for me Sam." Sam nodded, not used to praise from his father.

Right as John was about to begin the next stitch, he paused and looked over at Dean. "She's on pain meds?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

"Y—yes?" Dean asked, confused.

John nodded at Dean then looked over in his daughter's direction, "Rosie, it's gonna be real hard to lie to me right now little girl, cause you got a couple things swimming around in that body of yours. So," He paused, looking sternly in her eyes, "Why the hell did you do this to yourself?"

Rosie wiped a tear on Dean's shirt as she looked intentionally at her father and with no hesitation answered,

"Because of you, dad."

Her voice carried nothing but honesty and truthfulness.

There it was — the answer that everyone wanted to ask, but absolutely no one wanted to hear. John froze for a moment, before looking away and beginning her second and third repair. Sam and Dean exchanged nervous glances as they watched John work.

Every so often, Rosie would flinch at the sensation of the needle, but ultimately handled the entire procedure well with the pain medication. John began to close the final stitch and Sam handed him the scissors to cut the thread. After he was done wrapping everything up in gauze. John picked up Rosie's wrist from Dean's hand examining the bandages. He grunted in satisfaction, laying her hand down gently on her knee.

"Dean," John said, standing to his feet to wash his now blood-covered hands at the sink, "Put your sister to bed and come back to the table. I think the three of us have a lot to talk about in regards to a certain little girl."

He nodded and scooped his sister up like a baby, holding her close to his chest so she could feel and hear his breaths and heart beating.

"Bubba," She began through sniffles, "I keep disappointing you. Please forgive me bubs."

Dean smiled sadly, landing another kiss to her forehead as he gently laid her onto the bed and under the covers. "You don't disappoint me kiddo, just your actions do sometimes." He smiled, brushing a gentle finger across her cheek in loving affection.

Rosie cleared her throat as her vision became more dizzy, indicating that sleep was close to finding her. "Dean?" She asked, her eyes now closed to prevent nausea.

"What's up Rose?" His voice soft as he stood beside her

"You don't have to hide anything from dad," Dean turned his head in confusion, "I just mean that, you … you don't have to protect me. If he asks about anything that happened, just tell him." She paused for a moment before continuing, "I don't want dad to be pissed at you for hiding anything, I'm the one who screwed up, not you." Dean ran another finger down her cheek, listening to his sister's words.

"All you did was try and correct me and I chose to disobey you. It's all my fault." Rosie's confession was that of pure honesty from the pain medication. "I want to be better for you, because you've always been your best for me. You've sacrificed so much for me and I chose to disrespect you by not listening. Bubba I'm so sorry. If I could go back and redo everything I swear I would, just to make you proud."

"Shhh, Rosie." Dean hushed, knowing her emotions might end up taking over. "We don't need to talk about that right now. I know that you're a good girl Rosie, and you know how I know that? I know that because you're my good girl, my kid, remember?" He paused and gently ruffled her hair, "You just made a few bad choices. And that's why I'm here. To put your sorry ass back on track."

Rosie smiled sadly and held up her arms waiting for a hug. Dean rolled his eyes at his sister, as he bent down and wrapped his arms around her body.

"I love you bubba." She whispered into his ear as they embraced.

"I love you more kid," He responded gently to her words. After a moment, he heard Rosie's breath become heavier and he knew she was starting to drift off to sleep. Pulling away from his sister, Dean laid her down and pulled the covers up over her, kissing her forehead gently.

"Sleep tight, kiddo," He said, looking back at her from the door, "Sleep tight."

Later That Day

Rosie slowly began to open her eyes as the sun shone through the blinds, creating lined patterns on her face as the warmth of the glowed on her features. She began to gently sit herself up, grunting in pain.

"Ah—" Rosie hissed as she looked down at her arm, hardly remembering even getting stitched up. "Shit," Her voice was a whisper, "Did dad or Sammy stitch me up?" All her memories were coming through, but in breaky pieces. The young girl looked towards the window that was partly drawn and tried to make out what time it was as there was no clock in the room.

Suddenly, she heard her father's voice come through the thin motel door. Unable to make out his words from her position on the bed, Rosie decided to shift from the bed to try to hear better. Pulling the covers down and slipping off the mattress, Rosie positioned herself to hear her father and brothers' conversation.

"I know Dean and I understand, but this needs to be addressed in the manner that I want it to be addressed in…" John's voice sounded mumbled through the pine.

"Dad," Dean sighed, "We've been talking about this for three hours, you're not listening to what Sam and I are saying. Rosie is scared, and spanking her right away isn't gonna help."

Rosie gasped at the thought of getting spanked by John and put her hand over her mouth, praying that her family didn't hear her. Their voices stopped momentarily and for a second she debated on running back into bed and hiding under the covers, pretending to be asleep.

"Come on out Rose Mary," John's voice resonated in her bones as she froze in her position, unable to move. The sound of footsteps made their way to the door and she could tell it was Dean before seeing him. The handle turned and she fell back on her butt as Dean opened the door.

"Woah," He said, "Careful there kiddo, I don't want you to rip out your stitches." Dean extended a hand out to her, which she took gratefully.

"Yeah," Her voice was quiet as she stood her feet in front of her brother, looking down at her feet. "Sorry," Rosie mumbled.

Dean looked down and sighed, reaching out to place a hand under her chin and lift it up so he could look into her eyes as he spoke. "How much of that did you hear?"

Rosie shrugged, "N…not much." She stuttered, "Just the part about dad … spa — punishing me," She stuttered, whispering.

Dean released his hand and smiled sadly at her inability to still say the word. "I'll protect you Rose. You trust me, don't you?" She nodded immediately, looking up at Dean from under her eyelashes. "Come on kiddo," His voice was gentle, as he extended a hand to her. Rosie placed her small hand into her older brothers, following him into the kitchen, eyes not once leaving the carpet.

"You feeling better?" Dean asked while guiding her into the main room. Rosie nodded silently, unable to lift her gaze.

The oldest Winchester son guided Rosie to the table and pulled out a chair, which made a squeal as it moved. Shakily the youngest Winchester took a seat at the table with the rest of her family.

"Rosie," John's voice echoed throughout the otherwise silent room. "Look at me." His tone left no room for disobedience.

Rosie felt like she was five years old again, as she looked up at her father with already teary bright blue eyes. John felt his breath hitch momentarily seeing his daughter in this state.

So much like Mary.

John thought to himself trying not to show any emotions as his face remained unreadable. He hesitated to speak for a moment, letting the silence sit longer than was necessarily kind. John was not sure if he wanted to be soft and gentle or go in with the disciplinarian attitude he normally had. Finally, after the silence seemed to stretch forever, he decided to go with the ladder.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" His tone was full of ice.

Rosie swallowed the lump in her throat as her eyes immediately looked at Dean with fear. "Don't look at him, look at me. Right now Rose Mary Winchester." John ordered and slowly her eyes met her father's. "I asked you a question, little girl. Answer me, now."

Rosie sniffled and wiped her nose with her sleeve. "I…I d-don't know, uh, sir." She answered shakily.

"Don't give me that bullshit," He responded immediately, shaking his head. "You're seventeen years old, use your damn words."

"Yes sir," Rosie answered more clearly, hands still shaking. "I … I don't know dad. I just … well, I just was pretty bummed that you, uh, missed my graduation and I wanted to come and find you." She tried to explain.

"Rosie," John's voice was short. "Report."

She glanced down at her hands momentarily, dreading the word 'report' as it meant that she had to tell John everything, from the beginning, without leaving anything out, without lying and without omitting any details, or else there'd be a severe punishment.

"Yes sir," She whispered, taking a deep breath and beginning to recall her story, with shaky hands. "For a while, I've been sneaking liquor in from the motels or stealing small bottles from gas stations." Rosie paused to gauge his reaction, but her father remained unreadable. She took another deep breath and continued, "The night that before my graduation I drank a little more than I could handle from a bottle of whiskey I stole from you and lied to Dean about," She closed her eyes and then continued, "For the last couple months, I have also been … well, I — I uh, have been … hurting myself with the knife you gave me for hunting … and so Dean and Sam wouldn't hear me, I started to steal the painkillers from the emergency med kit to help." John held up a hand indicating he wanted her to stop.

"Why have you been hurting yourself?" He asked matter-of-factly with no emotion in his tone. He doubted that she'd remember him asking last night and wanted to see if she would repeat the same answer.

Rosie rubbed a hand on her neck in embarrassment, "Do … Do I gotta say? Cause I just don't want to talk about it yet."

John leaned forward with his elbows on the table and Rosie shrunk back in fear. "Listen kid." He began, "From what I've heard Sam and Dean have asked you this question multiple times and you still haven't been totally honest about it. And since I asked you to report, I expect you to tell me. Now."

Dean and Sam glanced at each other anxiously and then looked at their sister expectantly, wondering if she'd give the same answer as the previous night. The young girl sighed, still feeling like she was unable to express her emotions to her family. "Because of you, dad." She said honestly, shrugging as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

Silence filled the room as all eyes were on the youngest Winchester as she repeated the exact words she had said last night.

"Me?" John asked, holding no sign of offense. "What am I supposed to have done to have caused this," He waved his hand towards her wrist, "this self harm."

Rosie scoffed, her Winchester temper rising with every passing moment as she felt like he was actually mocking and belittling her pain. "Like you don't already know." She said under her breath.

"Excuse me?" John asked unbelievingly.

Dean cleared his throat and tried to interject, "I think what she means is that —"

"Dean, if I wanted your opinion, I'd fucking ask for it." John bit towards his oldest son, then focused his attention back to Rosie, "Now, Rosie I believe that I asked you a question, little girl."

"Because you're never fucking here, dad!" Rosie yelled, sick of hearing her father's threatening voice as she stood to her feet, pushing the chair back simultaneously. "You're never fucking here!" John's eyes widened as his body was frozen in anger. Dean and Sam were both too shocked to move. "You weren't here for my graduation, or Sammy's and I doubt you would have even been there for Dean's if he would have finished school!" The young girl moved out from the chair and slammed it into the table with a grunt. "You're so damn selfish! It's all about hunt, hunt, hunt. But what about us, dad? What about your fucking family? We're here too and if mom were here —"

Without Rosie realizing it, John had stood to his feet and began to walk over to his daughter during her tirade. In an instant, his hand was gripping the back of her neck as he bent her over the table landing a couple hard slaps to the seat of her pants.

"Ow, dad!" She yelled, reaching back to cover her behind. Rosie heard Dean and Sam's chairs sliding back and they no doubt were going to protect her, when John's voice sounded throughout the room.

"ENOUGH!" John yelled at all three of the children, effectively silencing the room.

"Dad!" Rosie tried, but was only met with another harsh slap to her butt, as she clenched her eyes shut in pain. It may have only been her father's hand and it was over her jeans, but boy oh boy did his hand pack some heat to it! Rosie couldn't imagine him using the belt to her bare butt. She wasn't sure she'd be able to survive!

There was a pregnant pause as John's hand was still firmly gripping the back of her neck as she remained bent over the table. "Dean. Sam. Get out." John ordered, leaving absolutely no room for disobedience.

"Dad, I thought we—'' Dean tried, but was effectively cut off.

"Dean, now." His voice was final.

"Remember your promise," Dean's voice immediately resounded throughout the walls and John slightly released the grip he held on his daughter's neck. The Winchester father nodded, as he pointed to the door.

"Out."

Rosie squeezed her eyes shut as she just realized how much more trouble she might have landed herself into. Hearing the door click behind her brothers, John pulled her off the table by her collar and spun her around so she was facing him.

"Do you want to finish this conversation civilly or go straight to the spanking?" Rosie cringed at his words, "Cause I don't care either way. We are talking and you are getting your ass beat, so whatever order you wanna do them in is up to you."

Rosie shook her head quickly, "We… just talk, please dad."

John grunted, releasing her and almost pushing her back down into the chair as he stood above her menacingly.

"First thing," He began, holding up a finger, "You speak to me like that again and this is over. Your ass will be over my knee faster than you can breathe. Understand me?"

"Y…yes sir," She stuttered with a tear stinging her eye.

"Good." John replied, still standing over her and crossing his arms. It was then Rosie noticed how big his hands were — just like Sammy. Rosie swallowed the lump in her throat at the thought. John saw her nervousness and decided to feed off of it.

"I believe that I asked you a question. Why me? Why have I been making you hurt yourself?" His voice was emotionless.

Rosie squeezed her eyes shut and looked down at the palms. "Dad, I already told you. You're never here." Her voice was much more respectful now, "You make me feel worthless… Like I'm … Like I'm—"

"Like you're what?" John questioned, his tone rising.

"Like I'm not enough!" She shouted, not disrespectfully, "Like I'm not enough for you! Why are you never here dad?" Tears were now freely falling down her face as her father remained motionless and for the first time today, unsure of what he should do.

John sighed and uncrossed his arms, running a hand over her forehead, biting his lip.

"Why would you think that you're not enough, Rose?" He asked like it was the simplest question in the world. Rosie's eyebrows shot up in mild surprise as he asked that question so casually.

"I… I just, you're never here and it just makes me feel like I'm not worth it to you - that I'm not worth being here for." Her voice was now quieter as she spoke. John nodded, taking a step away from her and leaning against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms once again.

"You are worth it to me, but hunting is my job, Rose. We hunt things, SAVE people and their lives — sometimes we have to come in second place to that." John shrugged simply. Internally, Rosie's jaw dropped to the floor, but she somehow managed to maintain her composure.

"You can't be serious dad." Rosie responded, voice full of hurt.

"What do you mean? Why would I not be serious?" His hands came up in question.

"So, I'm always gonna be second to hunting? Dean, Sam and I, what, were just in second place to the bastards that you kill in the name of protecting people?" Rosie stood to her feet and took a step towards her father, "Mom is dead, dad, she's dead, and you can't bring her back! Killing things to make up for her death is stupid! But Dean, Sam and I are still FUCKING here! We're alive dad! Why aren't we enough for you?!" She now looked defiantly up at her father, as both of their jaws were set.

Without warning, John spun her shoulder around and landed ten more harsh swats to the seat of her pants.

"Watch your tone, little girl. I've already warned you once." John threatened, turning her back towards him by the nape of her neck. Rosie tried to take a small step backwards, but couldn't due to the firm grip he had on her.

"Dad-" She tried, realizing that she had crossed a major line by bringing Mary up into their argument.

John paused momentarily, his hand still firmly gripping her and his breathing becoming heavier. "I'm this close to being done listening to you." He said, using his opposite hand to pinch his fingers together. "Actually, scratch that, I am done listening to you."

With that, John threw his daughter over his shoulder and walked over to the bed, not unkindly tossing her down on the mattress. Then, as Rosie lay rattled on the bed, unsure of what was happening next, John grabbed a chair from the table and dragged it over to the edge of their bed.

"Listen to me and listen to me good Rosie," John ordered with a finger pointed in her direction, as she looked up from the comforter with fear in her eyes. "The only reason that you're not over my knee right now, is because I swore to your brother that I would hear you out. But I swear, one more outburst like that and we are done talking. Do I make myself clear?"

Rosie swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded, "Y…yes sir,"

He grunted in response, "Good. Now, we've established the fact that I'm the reason that you've been hurting yourself." John paused for a second, sighing to himself. In his brain, he may not have truly understood why she was hurting herself because of him, but she was still his daughter — he still loved her. "What about the pain pills? Why those?"

Rosie looked down at her hands, his direct questions throwing her off, "I — I just didn't want to get caught hurting myself, so I would … I would take the pain meds so Sam and Dean wouldn't hear me." She admitted quietly.

"But didn't you know that eventually they'd find out that the pills had disappeared? I mean what were you gonna tell them then? Huh?" He asked when she didn't answer immediately.

"I," Rosie looked down at her toes, "Dean asked me that too." She admitted honestly, "And to be honest, I don't know dad. I was just hoping that maybe you'd never find out." Rosie shrugged.

"That's stupid Rosie." He scoffed, "You live in a house full of hunters and you thought that something this big would just go unnoticed?"

Rosie's face turned bright red in embarrassment as her voice was quiet. "I … yes sir."

"Okay, so let's go through the offenses so far." John began, holding up his hand. "You are underage drinking and stealing liquor from motels and stealing from your brother." He held up a finger, "You stole pain meds from our emergency med kit." Another finger went up in the air. "And you ran away from the motel." His voice became dark with the last sentence. "Anything else that I'm missing, little girl?"

Rosie glanced up at him nervously, "N…no sir, I don't think so … sir."

"Good." He said with absolutism in his tone. "What has Dean punished you for already?" John said, beginning to roll up his sleeves and flip the chair around, so he was straddling it backwards.

"Dad—" Rosie tried, but was immediately cut off.

"I don't wanna hear it, Rose Mary," Her father said, holding up a hand indicating silence and looking away for a moment. "I told you that your butt is meeting the business end of my belt today and I don't just say things to hear myself talk. Now, I believe that I asked you a question, what has Dean already punished you for?"

Rosie swallowed the lump in her throat and looked down at her hands quickly. "He … he, uh, well span— punished me for drinking and the pain pills and he also, well washed my mouth out for cursing, twice." Rosie added in quietly, hoping to gain some empathy from her father.

John almost rolled his eyes at her words and her inability to say the word, 'spanking,' but was able to contain himself. "Anything else?"

Rosie pulled at her shirt collar, "Well, when Dean and Sam found out about the … harm," She motioned towards her body, "Dean took my knife away and well, I maybe sorta tried to steal it back from him," She watched her father carefully, whose face remained unreadable, "And he swatted me for that too," Her voice was now quiet.

John nodded, looking down at his hands, feeling like there was something more his daughter was leaving out. "That all?"

Rosie sighed, hoping he wouldn't ask again, "I also tried to steal Baby to come and find you the night of my graduation. Dean hasn't, uh, punished me for that yet." She said sadly.

Just then, John stood to his feet and swiveled the chair back around. He adjusted his sleeves, making sure they were tight around his forearms and rested his hands on his belt buckle, making Rosie turn red in embarrassment.

"Dad—"

"Rosie, stand up." The order was clear.

Knowing that there was no use fighting her father, Rosie stood to her feet and looked down at her shoes.

"Every word that comes out of your mouth is just bringing you one step closer to not being able to sit right." He shook his head, looking away from her momentarily. "I don't want to hear you talk anymore."

A tear fell down her cheek and onto the carpet and she tried to hide the emotions from her father.

"Yes sir," She sniffled quietly, unsure of how to answer.

"At least you know you're in trouble," He scoffed to himself at his daughter's reply. "Rosie," John looked back at his daughter, "I'm really disappointed in you. This isn't how a Winchester acts."

The silence hung in the air for longer than was necessary as Rosie couldn't tear her eyes off her dad. Everything that he was saying was the opposite of what Dean had told her. Especially when Dean told her that he was disappointed in her actions, whereas her father told her that he was disappointed in her. Rosie felt like someone stabbed her in the gut as her father's words hit her like a brick and she wasn't even too sure of what to say. However, her thoughts must have been distracting her from her dad because the next thing she knew, the sound of John clearing his throat was snapping her back to reality.

"Rosie, I asked you if you had anything else you wanted to add?" His voice was stern in question.

"Oh, uh, n…no sir." Rosie bit her lip and looked up at him from under her eyelashes.

John nodded and straightened his stance. "Drop the jeans and bend over the bed." The order was simple and clear and yet somehow also impossible to follow. Rosie stood frozen in fear, unable to move despite her father's order. "Rosie. Now." Somehow, John's voice snapped her out of her daze and she slowly began to obey her father.

With shaky hands and tears already prematurely filling her eyes, Rosie attempted to undo the latch on her jeans, but her hands were too unsteady.

"Dad, please, you don't have to do this." Rosie tried, as she still fumbled with her pants.

John set his jaw and crossed his arms, ignoring her pleas, "Do you need help?"

Rosie sniffled and shook her head, "N…no sir. I — I can do it." Finally, she was able to lower her pants and now stood in front of her father with Dean's old shirt going down to her knees.

"Good. Bend over." John ordered, pointing at the bed behind her.

"Dad, w…what are you gonna use?" Her voice was fearful and unsteady as she looked up at him in question.

John's hand went down to his belt as he unlatched it and pulled it through the loops with a snap, effectively answering Rosie's question. She gasped and took a step back.

"Rosie, do as I say. You know that I'm not one for repeating myself." John's voice resonated through her bones as she slowly turned around and draped herself over the mattress, shutting her eyes tightly. "I don't even know what to say to you right now Rose Mary." He began, wrapping the buckle of the belt around his fist so he wouldn't do any permanent damage to her body. "I mean, I really don't. You're seventeen fucking years old and you go and pull something this stupid? Did you just want an excuse for me to bust your ass?"

And with that, the first lash fell, causing Rosie to yell out as she muffled her mouth with the comforter. Shit! She thought. He swings a lot harder than Dean!

"I mean, seventeen years old and you're behaving like you're eight years old again." Another lash fell down and this time Rosie couldn't hold back her yelp.

"Ah! Dad, please!" She tried, but was met with deaf ears. This spanking was all new to Rosie because whenever she had been punished by Dean or even her father in the past, they would always bring her over their knee before the harsh part; but, this time, John didn't even bother to warm her up first.

Another two swats fell and Rosie thought that she must be dead.

"Shit!" She yelled out, unable to bite back the curse before it came out of her lips.

"What did you just say?" John asked, his voice like venom.

"I—I," Rosie tried to turn around but John's hand pushed down on the small of her back and he landed ten fast swats to her bottom with his hand, making her squirm even more.

"Dad! Please, I'm sorry!" She tried, tears spilling out from her eyes.

"Last time I checked, you're not allowed to speak like that, especially to me. Not again, understand me?"

"Yes sir!" She said loudly as he picked the belt back up and swung hitting her sit spots. "AH!" Rosie hissed, shutting her eyes tighter than was humanly possible.

John continued his onslaught for another minute, before pausing and breathing somewhat labored. "You gonna steal alcohol from me and your brothers again, little girl?" John growled from behind her as he paused for a brief moment, letting her catch her breath.

"No! No, I won't!" Rosie gasped out.

"No what, Rosie?" He corrected her.

"N…no sir! I won't!" She stuttered through tears. Rosie lay face down on the bed waiting for John to continue the punishment, when suddenly he stopped and rubbed a hand on her upper back for just a moment.

"Lift up your hips Rose Mary." John ordered his daughter, whose face somehow managed to turn even more red in embarrassment.

"Dad, come on, please!" Rosie pleaded, looking back at him with big blue eyes. "Please, not on the bare."

"I'm not saying it twice. Do it or I'll do it for you." His tone was final. Once more, with shaky hands, Rosie dropped her final layer of protection. Dean's shirt was now the only covering between her father's belt and her butt.

"Dad, h…how much more?" The young girl asked, not even trying to stop the tears that fell down her face.

"As much as it takes for you to never pull such a stupid stunt again, you hear me?" He raised his voice, laying another last down across her backside.

"AH! Yes sir, I'm sorry dad!" She tried to apologize, but John didn't seem to pay any mind to her apology. John laided another bout of lashes to her butt as she tried to twist and turn to escape the sting of John's belt.

"Stay still Rosie, or I'm putting you over my knee." John threatened. At this point, Rosie would have actually preferred to be over her father's knee to help because she wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stay still on her own. Thankfully, John seemed to sense her turmoil and sighed deeply. He paused momentarily and set the belt down on the bed, causing Rosie to look up at him teary and confused.

"Dad?" She asked, "A…are we done?" Her voice carried so much hope.

John shook his head and sat on the bed next to her, "No, hop up and over kid." He said, patting his knee. Rosie nodded, wiping her nose with her sleeve and slowly prying herself off the mattress, hissing when Dean's shirt made contact with her bum.

She draped herself over her father's knee in defeat and steeled herself for the rest of the punishment. In a moment of weakness, Rosie looked behind her shoulder and up at her father and right before John was about to begin making quick work warming her butt with his hand, he looked down to see his daughter's eyes.

"Dad, please." The youngest Winchester tried one more time, but she was met with blind eyes.

"Rosie—" He started, but found his voice getting stuck in his throat.

John's mind began to race. The last thing that he was expecting to do when coming back from the hunt, was to be spanking his daughter. He didn't fully understand why she was hurting herself — he probably never would — but he did understand one thing: hurt. And the look that his daughter had in her eyes was just that. John shook his head trying to shake away some of his thoughts and focus on the task at hand. When he refocused his vision, Rosie was still staring up at him.

"Rosie, look down." John ordered, knowing that he would be unable to finish this punishment if she was looking up at him the whole time. She sniffled once more and refocused her gaze to the ground as she trapped her arms around his calf to stabilize herself.

John debated between the belt and his hand and decided that maybe he'd give her a little 'break' and use his hand. However, as soon as his hand made contact with Rosie's butt, he realized that the word 'break' wasn't the right choice of word.

"Ah! Dad!" Rosie yelped at her father's hand hitting her because John's hands were huge, almost bigger than Sammy's.

"Be still Rose." He ordered, emphasizing his point with a swat.

"OUCH! DAD! I'm … I'm, ah! I'm trying but it hurts!" She cried out.

John made quick work of warming every area of her behind with his palm, making a pattern of circles starting from the lower part of her back and continuing onto the bottom parts of her thighs so she would remember it every time she sat down. As soon as Rosie thought she couldn't take anymore, John paused and rubbed a hand on her back.

"I need you to breathe, kid. We're stopping for a second to talk, so breathe for me, huh?" Rosie nodded, whimpers still coming from her mouth. "I need you to listen to me, and listen to me well." His voice came out as a growl and Rosie involuntarily flinched at the tone.

"Y…y…yes sir, I'm—I'm listening," She stuttered out.

"If you ever and I mean EVER pull something like this again, I swear this thrashing will feel like a walk in the park compared to what I will do to you next time. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear. Little. Girl?" John concluded, emphasizing each word with a smack!

"YES! Yes dad, I understand! I understand!" Rosie cried out through the swats.

"No stealing liquor and drinking underage." John landed a smack to her butt. "No stealing pain killers — ever." Another swat. "And NEVER, and I mean EVER run away from your brothers and me again. Understand?"

"Yes sir, I understand!" Her voice was now weeping as Rosie was just about to reach her breaking point.

He laid about fifteen more very harsh spanks to the seat of her butt and Rosie fell limp over her father's leg, body wracked with heavy sobs. It wasn't until the sound of silence that Rosie finally realized that John was done. Rosie let go of the grasp she held on his calf and let herself lay there for a couple moments before slowly shimming up and standing in between his legs and pulling up her underwear.

John took her head into his hands and trapped her body in between his knees. "Listen to me, Rose Mary Winchester," He said, using the pad of his thumb to wipe a tear from her eye.

"I never want to have to do this again. You're seventeen years old. And while you're never too old to earn a spanking in this family, I sincerely hope this is the last time. Do I make myself clear, young lady?"

Rosie nodded, unable to completely slow her breathing down.

"Can't hear the sound of that head rattlin'." He raised an eyebrow.

"Yes sir," Her voice was closer to a whisper.

John nodded and let her have a moment before briefly pulling her close into his chest, and then breaking their embrace. "I mean it sweetheart. I never want to have to do this again, but I will if you choose to repeat this behavior. Clear?" Rosie nodded, blushing at the nickname she rarely heard him use, as she stood somewhat awkwardly in between her dad's knees.

"Yes sir," She said quietly, barely managing to look up in his eyes.

"Good." John grunted before standing to his feet and walking over to the fridge. Rosie turned and watched him with tears still in her eyes as he was not the most affectionate person after handing down discipline.

"I'm sorry dad," She whispered from where she now sat on the bed.

John turned and looked at her teary blue eyes and was taken aback for a moment. So much like Mary. He thought again, before shaking his head and letting go of that thought. "I know you are Rosie. I know but it's gonna be a long road to rebuild the trust we hold." He took a couple steps towards her and looked down sternly, "This spanking was for drinking, painkillers and running away, but there's more to come."

She looked up at him horrified, "W…what does that mean, dad?"

He sighed tiredly, "It means that I can't trust you anymore," John said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "I can't trust you to be at motels alone anymore, even though you're seventeen years old, because what if you steal more alcohol? Or chose to steal more pain killers? Or run off?" His hands went up in frustration. "And if I can't trust you, then you can't hunt."

Rosie audibly gasped at his proclamation. "Dad, come on, you can trust me! I swear I'll—I'll never do anything like this again." Her hands actually came together in pleading, "But please dad, don't take hunting away from me."

John shrugged and walked back over to the kitchen , grabbing a beer that was tucked in the back of the fridge. "Actions have consequences, kid."

Another tear fell from her cheek as she looked down to her hands embarrassed, figuring it was probably best to just let John finish talking.

"I know you're probably still pretty tired Rose and that wasn't easy, so I want you to hit the showers, lay down and then get ready for some PT." John more or less dismissed her from the room.

Rosie still sat with tears in her eyes. All she wanted was some comfort from her father and to hear that he still loved her — but that wasn't the way her father operated and she knew it.

"Yes sir," She whispered, shakily standing to her feet and uncomfortably walking to her room to grab some clothes. Each step was painful as her thighs and bottom were screaming out in agony.

As soon as the bathroom door shut behind her, Rosie heard her father's phone ring.

"Hey— y…yeah Dean, we're done. Yeah, she's gonna shower and then—" Rosie stopped listening as more tears fell down from her eyes.

I just want Dean. She repeated to herself, whole body aching from pain, coming from both the stitches in her wrist and her bottom.

She turned on the water and sat on the bathroom floor with her clothes on, knees into her chest as steam began to fill the room. Rosie sat silently weeping on the floor, desperately needing to hear that she was finally forgiven, but nothing was said. The young girl thought about all the events that had transpired within the last week and couldn't help the silent sobs filling her body.

It must have been more time than Rosie had thought because what seemed like moments later, there was a knock on the door.

"Y…yes?" She asked with a frog in her throat.

"Rose, open the door." Dean ordered not unkindly, bringing a new wave of emotion upon hearing her brother's voice again.

She slowly got up and unlocked the door, which Dean immediately swung open. Upon seeing his sister's red eyed and tear stained face and her small body curled up on the floor in the bathroom was almost too much for him to handle.

"Rosie," Dean was immediately next to her on the floor, pulling her tight into his chest. "Hey, hey, hey, it's all over, kid. You did it. It's done. It's okay." He laid a kiss to the top of her head and he pulled her even closer to his body. Rosie wrapped her arms around his torso as she let herself be enveloped in his embrace.

"He hates me." She said quietly, into his shirt.

"No, no, no he doesn't hate you Rosie." Dean tried to soothe. "He doesn't hate you I promise."

"If he doesn't hate me, why'd he spank me and then leave. Where even is he right now, bubba?" Rosie's question was valid.

Dean looked down into her eyes and brushed back a piece of hair, "H…he stepped out, Bobby called about a hunt." He responded truthfully.

All she could do was sigh and lean her head back against his diaphragm, listening to his breathing. "See?"

Dean set his jaw and looked up towards the ceiling, knowing that she was right. After a moment, he looked back down at Rosie and gave her body a quick squeeze, before pulling her away.

"Listen kiddo," He began, putting his hand under her chin and raising her eyes to meet his own. "I mean what I said earlier."

"About what?" She asked, her breathing finally getting back under control.

"Remember that conversation we had about how you're more comfortable with me punishing you?" Rosie nodded confusion plastered on her features as Dean sighed, "Rosie, I meant what I said about how you may still be a kid, but you're my kid. And that means that I'll always be here for you. No hunt is bigger than you, no monster, no job, no nothing. Got me? And even if I do have to punish you for acting like a child, it doesn't mean that I don't love you any less. You know that right?"

Rosie's lip quivered as she looked into his loving green eyes, "Yes bubba," She whispered, pupils not leaving his own.

He pulled her into a tight hug and kissed the top of her head once more before speaking to her softly, "Hop in the shower kiddo before dad comes back and we can watch a movie or something. Okay?" She nodded, but didn't let go of his grasp. "But, please be careful with your stitches Rosie. I mean it, please don't re-open them."

"I won't Dean," She mumbled through his shirt. Dean ruffled her hair and helped her stand to her feet.

"Is that my shirt?" He asked, pointing at his oversized shirt she had worn for her punishment.

"Yes." She replied timidly, "I wanted to have a part of you with me when I faced dad,"

Dean couldn't help the grin that crept on his face at the comment. He ruffled her hair and gently bumped her shoulder. "Shower up kiddo, I'll make you some food, okay?" He would never let her know how much that gesture meant to him, so he turned away and smiled as he exited the room.

Rosie took a deep breath and shut the door behind him. Taking a long look in the mirror she became aware of one crucial thing: Sam and Dean loved her, despite the mistakes made over the past week, she knew that she was still family, still a Winchester.

tbc soon:))