The Confession – Part 2
I apologize for making everyone wait so long. It, honestly, is never my intention. If I could spew out chapters every week I would, but, unfortunately, I am a slow writer and I don't have the time I wish I did to write. Also, I did a rewrite on this chapter, for the simple reason, I did not like how it turned out the first time and there were some serious holes that were left unresolved. So that delayed my progress significantly, along with this pesky writer's block I couldn't seem to shake. But, I finally got the chapter posted! Hallelujah!
Welcome new readers!
As a fair warning, this is long and drawn out. Partly because my brain wouldn't give it a rest, but partly because there was a lot I had to fit into the chapter. So, if you're looking for fast paced with an immediate satisfying conclusion, unfortunately, you won't find it in this particular chapter, but I hope you find some enjoyment in it regardless. Also, please keep in mind, there is not a whole lot of 'mushy understanding' in this chapter – if you prefer comfort and tenderness from Sam and Dean all the time, this, likely, isn't the story for you.
I had intended to post two chapters before the holidays, but, sadly, that just isn't going to happen. So, I worked hard to at least get one edited and posted for ya'll. That being said, I did rush to meet that deadline, so expect errors.
Warnings: This chapter contains talk of descriptive disciplinary SPANKING of thirteen-year-old with a belt. If this bothers you, puts you off, makes you uncomfortable, triggers you, etc. Please do not read, comment or PM me. There is also swearing and heated exchanges of words.
Ellie visibly swallowed a wad of saliva down her dry throat as her wide eyes lay fixed on the thick brown leather belt dangling by Dean's side. Although Ellie undoubtably had been expecting it, as stealing a Grimoire to use black magic was not likely to get her anything, but a damn good ass whooping. Not to mention, Dean warned her very clearly that if she left the hotel room and disobeyed him that she would feel his belt on her backside. However, it would seem, now, that she was about to officially face the music, it left her far more unprepared than she expected.
If the belt wasn't bad enough to have her nerves shaking with adolescent dread, the man ordered her to take down her damn pants for it. Apparently, thinking her situation couldn't possibly get any worse than it already was, was excessively stupid on her part and Ellie knew, from firsthand experience, a belt across the unprotected bum, hurt like no other. Not to mention it being embarrassing as hell to have your panty covered backside bent over for spanking like some toddler, in front of two tough, badass, Hunters no less. The horror of that humiliation was nothing less than horrendous to the girl's tender pride and Ellie could just feel the heat of embarrassment burn at the tips of her ears as she pictured their eyes on her exposed backside being belted beat red. And she was damn sure it was going to be a beat red stinging, aching mess, on account of, on top of everything, she had the stupid audacity to sass the furious man like a freaking idiot. Ellie just wanted to smack herself as she felt like she had the IQ of a freaking fence post at the moment and she was cursing herself six ways till Sunday for her constant inability to keep her trap shut.
With Dean's belt was dangling, imminently, at his stiff side at the ready, the memory of the man's declaration two days ago of no longer being 'nice' about punishing her anymore came flooding back into her recollection and Ellie was coming to the swift and unpleasant realization that this is, exactly, what the man meant. And since Dean had never taken it upon himself to take off his belt before, let alone ask her to drop her jeans for it, Ellie honestly, did not know entirely what she was in store for. Despite knowing the man well enough to trust his integrity to be fair and reasonable, belt lickings were no 'slap on the wrist' punishment and with the abundance of wrongdoing Ellie had stack up against her, just how not 'nice' Dean was going to be was proving to be one hell of a nerve-racking anticipation for the once bolt teenager, reducing her, at an incredibly fast rate, to one flustered and sorry little girl.
With her young facial features wilted with fretful distress, Ellie's rounded brown eyes, dancing with adolescent panic, darted up to Dean's stoney scowl which appeared unnervingly unmoved by her clear trepidation. Not that she expected the man to yield suddenly, but the Hunter did not twitch a single muscle out of place which was downright unsettling, almost like he was internally fighting to keep himself in check and if he moved, even slightly, his brittle composure would crack.
The man's goal might not have been to intimidate every agitated nerve in her body, but he was doing a damn good job of it and Ellie could practically feeling her bold persona, that was sitting so prominently in her puffed-out chest before, deflate and vanish away like a spirit being pelted with rock salt.
"P-Please, Dean, you don't…I-I won't, I won't ever do it again." Ellie stammered out pleadingly, feeling overcome with a selfish and childlike desperation to get out of the dreadful punishment. Despite, knowing, full well, if there was ever a Hunter's kid that deserved a good licking it would, undoubtably, be her right about now, the thirteen-year-old in her couldn't help, but give into desperation as being wacked across the ass with Dean's thick leather belt without the protection of her jeans was just too daunting of a notion not to.
Dean let an airy scoff gravel in the back of his throat, his lips contorting into mild sneer as he shook his head in disbelief and confoundment. Not only were her empty words unwanted and disappointingly insincere, to Dean, it was just another lie. Her claim to 'never do it again' meant as much to him as dead batteries in a flashlight, not a damn thing.
"And I have every reason in the world to believe that." Dean proclaimed, his deep vocals rasping against the back of his throat calmly, a hidden edge of afflicted irritation and disappointment hanging on his words as he shinned a direct light onto her of extreme dishonesty in the last forty-eight hours.
Ellie's face muscles twitched into a guilty wince as his words seeped under her soft skin causing her flushed freckled cheeks to blush in further shame as it was, undoubtably, true. Why should the man trust anything that comes out of her mouth with all the lies she had told him? However, what made it all the more disgraceful, was not only was he more than justified not to believe her claim, but he was right to do so because, Ellie, no matter how much she wished it, could never promise not to ever do it again. Not because she had this burning desire to disobey out of defiance and spite, of course not, but because she could never guarantee that if another opportunity arose to spare those she cared about, through witchcraft or otherwise, that she would not disobey again or do something rash at the cost of her own personal safety.
Although there was a noble sentiment in doing whatever it took to save those she cared about, that didn't change the fact that she was, without a shadow of a doubt, untrustworthy and a lair to boot and that, rightly, did not make her feel good. In fact, there was a rising disgust in herself over that flaw in her character. No matter what her excuse, it wasn't an admirable quality to be deceitful and the shame of it was crushing to the young girl's conscience.
Ellie swallowed hard feeling the lining of her esophagus burn as she dipped her head back down towards the carpet feeling the knot of guilt in her gut twist painfully at the man's disappointment in her.
"I'm-I'm sorry." Ellie expressed contritely for the first time, a hint of a childish whine creeping into her dismal tone, but, despite herself, was unable to look the man in the eyes when she said it and, unfortunately for Ellie, Dean was inclined to notice.
"Yeah, I bet you are, kid." Dean agreed calmly, his deep heavy voice holding a cold sarcastic and cynical edge to it suggesting that he had no doubt she was all kinds of 'sorry' now that he had his belt off and she was about to get her ass spanked.
Despite wanting to believe she was remorseful at least in some respects, Dean was not at all moved by her self-serving 'apology', in fact, there was a part of Dean that was downright insulted by it. Saying he was tired of all the insincerities and lies was the understatement of the century. No matter how small, they were poking at his last nerve, leaving him one bitterly fed-up man.
Despite the teenager feeling genuinely regretful for disobeying and betraying their trust, in her fretful and defensive emotional state, Ellie, unfortunately, did not communicate it well at all in her very lackluster and, frankly, lazy, 'apology'. In fact, it absolutely failed to come across as anything more than a self-pity performance from a stubborn teenager who just simply did not want her ass spanked which, unfortunately, was exactly what it seemed as it was true, Ellie did feel one hundred percent sorry that her ass was about to be handed to her. Despite it not being the most dignified or mature way to feel, the truth of the matter was the young troubled teen just couldn't help it, as not only had her plan gone to shit, turning out to be utterly needless in the long run, making her feel guilty as hell for all her wrongdoings, she was going to have a sore ass to accompany all of her grievances and, in Ellie's teenage calculations, that just sucked, majorly, no matter how she looked at it.
Although Ellie knew, wholeheartedly, what she did was wrong and a belt to the ass was not an out of line punishment considering the seriousness of it all, there was a stubborn defensiveness she was holding onto that she was, still, in a small part, justified in her actions. Although, she knew, in her heart of hearts, she was pushing it with that hopeless fantasy, ultimately, lying to herself to make herself feel better, the truth of the matter was, her scared mind just didn't want to believe her brave mother was corrupted in any way nor did she want to believe she, herself, was about to step over a very dangerous line portraying herself as practically an enemy in the eyes of the Hunting world. It was a horrendous and ghastly notion and the little Hunter in her battled against that, wanting to believe there was still a way to use it for 'good' that Sam and Dean were just ignorant to and her actions to save the man's life were defensible. Despite Sam and Dean's authoritative and compelling words reiterating powerfully in the back of her head, along with her own innate conscience, Ellie's stubborn disposition, and perhaps a little misguided teenage arrogance, fought for that a sliver of hope to stand on, attempting to prove to herself that she wasn't a freak, her mother wasn't 'evil', and her desperate actions had some merit.
While no small part of her that was inclined to cave into an apologetic mess and bawl her eyes out from the rightful guilt she was feeling, Ellie actively and foolishly, struggled against it, believing that if she did surrender completely to her guilt, that would somehow confirm that everything she did was a needless failure, confirming her as nothing short of a crazy freak who only seemed to live and breathe to be a pain in the ass to these good men. She was just trying to save someone she cared about, damn it! Yes, she disobeyed, lied and, Dean would say, 'risked her life' doing it, but, in actuality, from Ellie's skewed perspective, leaving the motel room for less than an hour was not all together that risky. Yes, demons are hunting her uncle, but it was one flipping hour and it was for a damn good reason (at the time). How the hell did she know he was going to be 'healed' the next day? Time was of the essence. The man only had a month to live at best and, call her crazy, but she needed to do something. She was the one who witness the horrifying sight of his motionless body lying on the that wet basement floor and something within her sanity snapped from the traumatic event forcing her into a state of drastic desperation.
Admittedly, turning to black magic was extreme and was, undoubtably, a risk to her safety, Ellie knew that, without a shadow of a doubt, but that was a risk she was willing to take for the man she cared about. And while she did fail to see it being a risk to the safety of others, not just herself, Ellie couldn't help, but hold onto the notion that was only if she had looked into. The fact remained, she never did and it never came to pass. Not that she expected the man to suddenly say 'well, all's well that ends well' or 'do better next time, kiddo', but she wanted a shred of understanding that she only did what she did because she cared about the man and wanted to save his life.
They risk their lives every day for people as hunters, but when she does it, for a damn good reason, it, all of a sudden, is condemnable at the highest degree. While Ellie was aware there was fatal flaw in her logic, she still held on tightly to her denial, a far more comfortable state to be in than the actual cold hard truth, which was the utterly terrifying notion that she, a diehard Hunter's kid, very nearly turned her back on the whole Hunting community by participating in the 'evil' forbidden practice like some insane freak, or worse, like some insane witch.
I'm not a freak. I'm not a failure. It wasn't completely wrong.
Feeling overcome with the 'unfairness' of it all and of the belief that she disobeyed and went to the extremes for all the right reasons, Ellie's defenses came rushing to the surface to protect herself and further root herself in denial.
"I am." Ellie insisted imploringly leaning her torso forward slightly in a forceful manner, a distinct whine coming out of her defensive adolescent tone that made Dean's worn nerves twinge and cringe in bristled vexation causing the man to close his eyes and breathe out a few counts of steadying breaths as he fought to reign in his tense emotions.
Despite Ellie attempting to sound assertive and confidant in getting Dean to understand she was 'sorry', with her adolescent emotions whirling in frantic turmoil and denial, her immature raised tone was having the sheer opposite effect she was hoping for.
Although Dean accepted the notion that she was, undoubtably, regretting disappointing them and angering them, the astute man was keenly aware the stubborn girl was still not completely sorry for her reckless actions which not only fill the man with an outrageous amount of confoundment and frustration, but it was scaring the absolute hell out of him. Her thinking there was even the slightest justification in using black magic, was not only wrong on all fronts to the diehard Hunter, but it was, unquestionably, a very dangerous mentality to have. The kind of dangerous that puts you in an early grave. Her smug, teenage, 'I know it all' attitude was going to get her killed. Hell, in Dean's calculations, if she had read from the damn book, she might not have made it to fourteen and that was an utterly petrifying thought.
A fiercely intense drive rose up in the man to knock her off that arrogant high horse and set straight immediately, knowing full well if he didn't get through to her, the little girl he cared so much about, was not going to make it long in this dangerous world and that was an inexcusable notion Dean was not going to accept with any ounce of his being.
"I was just trying to save your life." Ellie reminded in her defense, her voice rising a bit in an impassioned huffy tone of desperation and anxious rebuttal.
Dean flicked his eyes open, his scowl seeming to smolder deeper into his hard expression. A telling glimmer of astute awareness shinned behind his keen green eyes as he pinned her with a penetrating glare conveying to the anxious girl that he was in no way yielding to her excuse nor her pride-driven refusal to take any responsibility.
Getting the conveyed message that the man was not backing down even an inch in her favor, Ellie immediately faltered, pulling her head back slightly at the sheer intensity of the man's rigid resolve. Ellie dipped her head down and cast her gaze to the dark grey carpet in front of her boots, swaying and fidgeting on her feet in a discomforted manner, her dark brown locks brushing the sides of her rosy cheeks.
"And-and now, I'm gonna get it just because I cared about you? It-It ain't fair. You're-You're not being fair." Ellie argued glumly, in a far more subdued tone, kicking and scuffing the sole of her heavy boot across the thin carpeting half-heartedly, having the good sense to restrain her strength in a cautioned manner as she fully recognized she was damn close to stomping her foot like a toddler which she was certain would not go over well.
Adolescent tears of self-pity and emotional turmoil began to blur Ellie's vision feeling mucus build up in the back of her nose causing Ellie to sniffle as she picked, twisted, and fidgeted with her finger nails feeling her shoulders hunch inward protectively as the penetration of the Hunter's hard gaze seemed to be glaring right through her.
What sympathy Dean may have had were all, but expunged within him and not one ounce of him was in anyway moved by her feeling sorry for herself. In fact, it was taking no small amount of effort on his part not to just march over to the kid and start burning stipes of heat across her reckless bottom, bringing her arrogant mindset back to the cold hard reality that 'a hard head makes for a soft behind', but the Hunter managed to stay in control, by the skin of his teeth, he managed.
"Oh, I'm being beyond fair, kid. You're damn lucky I'm even hearing you out rather than just bending you over myself, right now, and letting you have it." Dean informed her gruffly, thinking he was being saintly generous knowing if he or Sam ever pulled a stunt like this, they'd be lucky if they got a single word in before their dad's belt whipped across their asses. From Dean's perspective, she was getting the five-star treatment as far as 'fairness' was concerned, something he wouldn't have gotten in a million years if he tired.
"You lied to us." Dean reminded heatedly in a forceful tone raising his arm and jabbing the limp leather belt at her before lower it back down by his side. "Snuck around behind our backs, manipulating our asses six ways to Sunday and you want to talk to me about 'fair'? No, you had all the time in the world to come clean, but you didn't…" Dean lectured feeling the fuming heat of frustration pulse against his flexed chest.
"You would've spanked me anyways." Ellie grumbled carelessly under her breath to the floor, a slighted bitter tone hanging on her words knowing if she would've confessed earlier, it wouldn't have made much of a difference as far as her ass was concerned.
As soon as the bitter, incoherent, mumbling hit the Hunter's sharp ears a blossoming heat of aggravation bled against his broad chest as his muscles stiffened and his grip around his belt buckle tighten in preparation.
"Excuse me?" Dean demanded acidly, feeling his blood pressure spike to newfound heights wondering if she just had the damn gall to sass him again.
Feeling his deep voice cut into her tight chest, Ellie swallowed and licked her lips feeling her spastic nerves shake and spread wildly throughout her body before hesitantly and twitchingly tilting her head up to glance at the vexed man who looked just about ready to knock her into next year.
"You-You would've spanked me anyways." Ellie repeated leveling out her tone to be less accusing and far more subdued, but there was still a hint of resentment behind her injured tone that she couldn't seem to get rid of completely.
"Damn straight I would've!" Dean affirmed unapologetically blunt rising his gruff tone to carry throughout the divided room. The man did not miss a single beat in his honest declaration, and if Ellie wasn't certain that no amount of excuses would've gotten her out of being punished before, she sure as hell was now. And while she, ultimately, already knew it, it still left her woefully and childishly disgruntled making her scrunch up her face into a youthful pout.
"You disobeyed a direct order and stole that freaking Grimoire to use black magic!" Dean reminded heatedly, the outrage and the shock of it all still, upsettingly, fresh in his raddled mind. Just saying the words out loud caused the Hunter's heavy chest to cave in with disturbed horror as a nauseous sensation traveled up the lining of his esophagus. She very nearly could've gotten herself killed, in the most heinous and tragic ways imaginable, and call him a hard-ass, but Dean was not about to brush that aside with a 'do better next time' pep talk and the fear-ridden man was only too obliged to inform her.
"You know damn well all that's not gonna earn you a pat on the back from us, kid, and I don't know where the hell you got the idea that not wanting your ass spanked was a good enough excuse to keep lying to us, cause, I'll tell right now, kid, it sure as hell is not!" Dean declared feverishly, punctuating his words deeply and sharply within his tight chest.
Dean was downright flabbergasted with aggravation at the girl's insanely poor choices and a disappointment, along with a hardy dose of fretful concern, suck deep into his tough skin and down to into his bones festering and eating away at his composure. The idea that she only kept her stubborn lips shut all because of the selfish desire to avoid a well-earned punishment was no short of a kick in the gut to the hurt man. And to add salt to that already festering wound, this was not the first time he got on her about lying to them, and the kid had the audacity to discard everything he said, making him come to the bitter conclusion that he was either not clear enough last time or what he said didn't mean a damn thing to her.
"I guess doing the right thing was not motivating enough for you to open your damn mouth and be honest with us, was it?" Dean stated stonily blunt, an iciness edging his hard tone impelled by an afflicted hurt as he expressed his disappointment in her directly and openly.
A shockingly potent guilt pelted against Ellie's petite chest like a shotgun blast making her lungs constrict and deprive her of air for a few long moments as Dean all, but expressed that he expected more from her and she let him down making her heart sink to a newfound low that she didn't even know existed.
Apparently, thinking well of her and believing that she had the integrity within her to tell the truth was a dire mistake on his part which just reiterated the cold fact that she, ultimately, couldn't be trusted. And what was worse, Ellie, regrettably, couldn't even dispute it which made it all the more painful for her young heart to bear.
"Was it?!" Dean demanded roughly, his hard livid voice blasting into her without remorse causing Ellie's aching heart to lurch in her tight chest.
Feeling her eyes sting with tears of shame, Ellie's stiff neck muscles nodded sheepishly once in abashed confirmation making her feel, rightfully, belly to the floor, remorseful. It was wrong and cowardly and she knew it.
"What else have you been lying to us about?" Dean asked directly in calm straightforward manner, a hard cold edge to his suspicious tone. Dean narrowed his keen eyes on the sullen teenager as he took into account the grave possibility of other deceptions she may have conjured in this clusterfuck of lies she found herself tangled in.
Since her track record on coming clean was piss poor to say the least, the man, wisely, didn't hold an ounce of trust that there was not more Ellie was hiding from them. In fact, the man was damn near certain there was more and he was hell bound to get to the bottom of whatever the hell she was concealing.
Being in the vulnerable and severely humbled state that she was, Ellie's timid eyes visibly widened with a telling flash of raw, barefaced, guilt. An anxious expression of fretful alarm glinted openly against her youthful features as her petite chest rose in a suppressed gasp of startlement. Demonstrating to be the remorseful little girl that she was, immediately, jerked her attention back down at the grey carpet feeling a shameful blush of heat blossom over the apples of her freckled cheeks as a frenzy of tingling nerves sparked and sputtered in her chest like firecrackers.
Dean inhaled a frustrated rush of air through his flared nostrils, visibly straightening posture, as he felt a potent aggravation crawl under his skin causing his neck and shoulder muscles to stiffen tensely. The man's lips thinned into a firm line as he nodded his head slightly in affirmation to himself.
"You better confess now, kid. Because if I find out later…" Dean let that warning hang in the dense air between them as he could practically feel the battling tension from Ellie's little body travel across the room.
Despite the obstructive lump that was clogging Ellie's raw throat, she forcefully swallowed it down taking a beat to build up some much-needed courage to confess her shameful transgression. They were already beyond furious with her and adding more fuel to that raging fire by infuriating them even more than they already were, seemed God-awful, if not outright, stupid. The Hunter had his belt off for Pete's sake and although she, shockingly, avoided any licks thus far, that didn't mean as soon as she confessed, the man wouldn't see fit to just let have it without another word.
While Ellie would have preferred more than anything to keep her shocking misdeeds buried deep behind her and to never touch them again, the truth of the matter was, she didn't really have a choice. If she didn't confess now, the burdening guilt would just eat away at her until there was nothing left. Two days of sneaking around like some thief in the night proved to be tremendously tortuous to Ellie's young conscience and, any more than that, she was certain she wouldn't be able to bear it. Not to mention the little fact that Ellie didn't want to find out what would happen if Dean found out for himself later on which up the ante to her motivation far more then she cared to admit. At that point, Dean would probably just salt and burn her if she was lucky. And after his stern lecture on her piss poor choices to continue with her web of deceptions to get out of spanking, the guilty girl was utterly bested and just simply didn't have it in her lie to them anymore.
Keeping her gaze locked onto a spot of the grey carpet to the right of her dismal posture, Ellie bit the bullet and owned up.
"I-I wasn't really sick." Ellie admitted feeling her body brace and strain for the additional condemnation she was about to receive. Despite disobeying a direct order and stealing the Grimoire being no small shameful acts, manipulating them and lying to them to get her way, somehow, seemed far worst and Ellie's young heart was having a hard time taking it as it was no less a purposeful and direct betrayal towards the men she had come to care about and that, rightfully, hurt deeply.
"What do you mean 'you weren't really sick'?" Dean gritted edgily his heated countenance scrunching up into a confused and frustrated frown.
While Dean was stumped for a few short seconds, Sam, who had been listening and observing closely, on the other hand, was not. Sam's eyes, immediately, grew wide flashing in realization feeling his jaw slacken in genuine shock as a hardy dose of fretful alarm shot through his veins causing his body to tense further.
"You forced yourself to throw up?" Sam's voice piped up in disbelieving shock, an afflicted concern hanging on his even tone. Although it was essentially just a confirmation rather than a question, what Sam really seemed to be asking was 'why'.
Ellie nodded stiffly once in confirmation keeping her eyes glued to the safe view of the carpet. "So, you-you would leave me." Ellie muttered her explanation through tight reluctant lips feeling her body pull with a natural resistance making her awfully stiff.
"You forced yourself to throw up to manipulate us?!" Sam raised voice accused sharply, a gruff sternness coming from deep within the man's flexed chest feeling the indignant hurt swell around his heart. Sam was utterly God-smacked by how cunningly and calculatingly she performed her manipulation, playing them for utter fools. Sam wasn't even aware the young thirteen-year-old was be capable of something like that, but it would seem under the right set of circumstances the desperate girl was beyond capable.
Ellie felt she might melt into a puddle of shame as that sounded so bad the way he put it.
He might as well have just said 'you betrayed me'. Ellie felt the fitting guilt press heavily on her muscles feeling like her legs might give way from the burdening weight of it all as her young troubled heart began to ache and pulse with a sweltering remorse. No matter how much Ellie's defensive mind wanted to lessen the burden of it, there was no denying that is exactly what she did. At the time it seemed like a necessary 'evil' to save Dean's life, but, right about now, it was feeling utterly and destructively needless.
Dean rolled his tongue across the inside of his cheek looking unnervingly tense as he forced himself, with a considerable amount of effort, to keep a restrained dignity about him and not to give into his first impulse and give the deceptive girl several burning licks for that one.
"Do you have any idea how harmful that is, Elena?" Sam asked with a stern sharpness to his disgruntled tone. Despite not looking at the man, Ellie could feel the intensity radiating off him like an overheated furnace. Although keeping a poised composure about him, it was no secret that the man's blood was boiling hot with indignation and no small amount of slighted disappointment.
Ellie remained silent feeling a burning sensation chafe the lining of her sore throat as the bleeding shame and embarrassment spread throughout her body sinking under her skin and down into her bones.
"Answer him." Dean's deeply stern tone commanded.
"Y-yes, sir." Ellie admitted contritely, in a dismal and deflated tone. Although Ellie didn't know all the medical aspects, she was aware it was not good for your body nor was it right to manipulate someone in that regard. Whatever Sam meant; it was well within Ellie's comprehension that it was unequivocally wrong on all fronts.
"Anything else?" Dean gritted his tone clipped and tight, hoping against all odds that there was no more the kid had done under their oblivious noses, but it just so happened that this wasn't the man's day and was destined to be beat down further.
Ellie closed her eyes as she moderated a childish whine of reluctance that vibrated gentle against her vocal cords chafing at her raw throat.
"I-I, um, I sort of…stole a car to get there." Ellie confessed feeling a sinking sensation travel into her gut as she just added grand theft auto to her long list of wrongdoings.
Dean's green eyes widened and flashed in stunned outrage. "Sort of?" Dean barked, his biting tone coming sharply from his flexed chest, not at all appreciating her choice of words as, to him, it was an indirect way of not taking full responsible for her actions, something he was getting damn tired of her not doing.
"I did steal a car to get there." Ellie corrected before bravely tilting her head up to look at the man, her anxious almond eyes glistening with unshed tears as she felt a fretfully urgent need to explain herself. "But I put it right back where I got it and no one saw me, I promise. And there were no security cameras behind the hotel. I made sure." Ellie explained swiftly, attempting to sound as confident and reassuring as she could, desperate for Sam and Dean to know that she took the proper precautions and things went as smooth as they could go as far as avoiding public detection was concerned.
Dean felt like he might burst a blood vessel at any moment as his muscles flexed and strained harshly against his skin, not at all eased by her 'reassurances'. In the grand scheme of things, it honestly, didn't mean jack shit.
"What if a cop spotted you? Or some pedestrian saw a thirteen-year-old driving and reported you to the police? It would have led them right to Jim's lock lock-up location. Did you ever think of that? You could have caused a shit ton of problems for not only us, but for Jim. Not to mention, you're thirteen freaking years old and shouldn't drive at all!" Dean's deep voice boomed in concerned outrage, coming to the swift realization that this insanely bad situation could've gone even worse by Ellie reckless actions and Dean would be lying if he said he wasn't becoming increasingly eager to wear her little butt out by every passing second.
The lengths this kid went to was exasperatingly extreme and if Dean thought he couldn't be more outraged than he already was, he was obviously wrong, as he felt the hot flame in his gut burst and spread like wildfire.
"You could've gotten in an accident. Hurt yourself or someone else." Sam lectured feverishly, his deep voice biting from his chest, sharp and tense, as newfound fears were knocking against his body from all directions.
Ellie snapped her attention from one Hunter to the next feeling overcome with both guilt and desperation not knowing what to say to make it all better. Finally, her desperate eyes settled back on Dean, whether that was because he had the belt in his hand or she saw him as the decision maker in this dire moment, Ellie didn't really know.
"D-Dean, please, I-I only did all that to try to save your life." Ellie implored desperately, a raising distress cracking her young voice as she attempted to explain to him once again, that her wrongdoings were all in the pursuit to save him and it wasn't out of a deeply implemented need to be a pain in the ass. She only did what she did because she cared.
"With satanic magic!" Dean roared in outrage, his deep booming voice carrying through the hotel room reminding Ellie of the severity of her dangerous actions. This wasn't just some little mistake and 'do better next time' lesson, what she was attempting to do could've killed her, tortured her, cursed her, along with any and everyone around her, making her justification to save his life with it outrageously out of line and nowhere near acceptable.
Ellie's tight chest, visibly, heaved up into a startled gasp at the sheer volume of his enraged voice reverberating off the walls of the hotel room causing her limbs tensed and flinched in startlement.
"But-But I didn't do it. I never got the chance. Nothing happened!" Ellie argued trying to remind Dean that she was only thinking about it and nothing came of it. Although Ellie knew it didn't discredit the multitude of transgressions she performed nor did it erase the seriousness of it all, Ellie being a thirteen-year-old couldn't help, but point out that they were all alive and okay in the end. And that should count for something, right?
"And I'm supposed to be all tickled pink about that? Huh? You think that makes it any better that you were planning to play around with satanic spells!?" Dean countered fervidly, not at all of the shrugging mindset that everything was 'fine and dandy' just because they 'lucked out' and he was healed before she got a chance to use it.
"But I didn't." Ellie dared to push as that was the only thing the desperate girl had to stand on at the moment, but, unfortunately for Ellie, Dean was inclined to knock that excuse right from under her feet.
A bleeding aggravation struck Dean's weighted chest like a driving fist causing the man's muscles to jolt and tense before abruptly taking two stomping steps towards the foolish teenager, his frustration toward her continual denial utterly spent.
Ellie brown eyes widened with anxious alarm as she swiftly took a fleeting step backwards only to have her jean covered backside halted by the chrome edge of the kitchen table behind her. Ellie pressed the pockets of her jeans against the rippled chrome border while she gripped onto the edging on either side of her slender frame feeling her body close in on itself in a protective manner as the furious Hunter invaded her personal space without remorse, giving her only a mere boot length of distance between them.
Dean bent his torso down until his heated eyes, that were sparking with fiery frustration, leveled with her's pinning her with an intensely serious regard. His feverish facial features were void of any comfort making Ellie's wide brown eyes dart around the Hunter's face fretfully taking in every inch of his fuming countenance.
"Do you know how far off Hunter's territory it is to even think about it? How far from normal? From human it is to use black magic?" Dean expressed in an intensely grave and blunt tone that was bordering on flat-out accusing as he glared his green daggers into her wide russet irises, holding an intensity and rigidness that was damn near frightening to the young teenager as he reminded her of exactly who he was, a diehard Hunter.
Dean shook his head at her slowly, a look a disappointment and condemnation creasing into his worn features.
"What you did was wrong and dangerous at the extreme and you knew it, but like always, you did it anyways because somehow you seem to think that cocky thirteen-year-old little girls know better than us grown Hunters who would have told you 'no way in hell'." Dean's heated voice lectured, a rumbling growl intensifying in his sharply stern tone as he tried to restrain himself from bellowing at her again.
Unable to bear the Hunter's intense glare, Ellie turned her head to the side and cast her attention to the space on the floor next to her. The guilty weight pressed harshly against her aching heart as Dean's intensely compelling words began to seep under her stubborn skin and finally break into her prideful resistance.
"You-You were dying." Ellie found herself muttering once again, but her tone was despondent and weak, seemingly like she already knew it was fruitless to attempt.
A spark of furious frustration exploded within the man's flexed chest causing his muscles to tense harshly as he reeled back the belt in his right hand snapped it sharply and abruptly against the laminate table top a few inches to the right of her slender frame. The sharp crack colliding with the Formica echoed sharply in Ellie's eardrums causing her flinch and jump in startlement as all her muscles constricted harshly under her skin. A gasp shot up in her throat and clogged her airway as her wide anxious eyes stared up at the man in fretful alarm giving Dean her undivided attention like her ass depended on it because, as of now, it sure as hell did.
Despite the crack being sharp and no short of a demand for her immediate attention, to the man's credit, it was not abundantly harsh and while there was an element of forced restraint in his swing, it had the desired affect he was aiming for which was to snap the girl out of her stubborn push back and simply listen to him.
"You throw that piss poor excuse at me one more time, I swear, I'm gonna lose it with you." Dean declared harshly feeling the heat of vexation and fear boil in his blood dangerously as he all, but warned her that his patience was dangling by a fraying thread.
Ellie's wide brown eyes continued stared up at the Hunter's intensely stern features that were chiseled into a stony resolve. Her young pale features glinted with trepidation as she tucked her head downwards brining her ears down to her shoulders as she arched her lower back and leaned away from fierceness of the man's harsh countenance. However, that didn't deter Dean in the slightest as he bent his torso forward closing the small distance between the two of them even further, like he own every square inch of their breathing space. He had her full and direct attention and he was determined to keep it that way.
"As much as you want to believe otherwise, you don't get to use me as an excuse for all that shit that you pulled, and you sure as hell don't get use me as an excuse for playing around with the evilest supernatural power known in the hunting world, risking your life and the lives of everyone around you." Dean's fiery voice punctuated as he bit off his words heatedly and forcefully penetrating into Ellie's small frame vehemently, compelling her listen attentively and hang on to his every word, not giving her the slightest opportunity to do anything, but pay attention.
"Now, you listen to me very careful, young lady, cause I've only got the patience to say this once to you and if I ever have to repeat myself on this, I swear, you are going to see a whole other side of me that you're not gonna to like." Dean expressed with a frightening seriousness that had Ellie legs feel physically weak causing her calmly palms to press heavier onto the laminate table's edge as she held herself upright.
"You never, and I mean never, gamble with demonic forces and you don't play around with hellfire for any reason. You know something is evil. You kill it. Period. Do you understand me?! Do I make myself clear?!" Dean demanded his intensely sharp voice thundering into a straight military-like command, the solidity of his father's teachings coming out of his authoritative tone.
"Y-Yes sir, yes, sir." Ellie sputtered out swiftly and urgently in yielding compliance, feeling a powerful urge to agree with whatever the man said because his demanding tone indicated for nothing less and Ellie knew it. His commanding authority was no short of overwhelming, if not downright daunting, compelling Ellie to immediately jump back in line like a good soldier.
Dean took a few deep breaths of hot air through his flared nostrils, his flexed chest visibly rising and falling in short heated huffs, as he continued to glare down at the reckless little girl in front of him.
A sudden, harsh, rift began to split against his tight chest as an unstoppable rush of intense and powerful emotions began to seep to the surface of his tough skin. In an urgent need for privacy and space, Dean, immediately, jerked his stiff muscular frame around and quickly treaded a few paces away from her feeling his usually strong, impenetrable, resilience crack under the immense pressure of almost losing the little girl he cared about.
The excruciating fact that she could've been tortured and mutilated, dreadfully slow, until she died by unimaginable evil was immeasurably terrifying, but what was the most gut-wrenching part of it all, was it all would've happened right under his obvious nose. He would've been standing there, idly, with his thumb up his ass without a damn fucking clue, all because of his inexcusable stupidity and heedlessness to detect something was amiss, and to add the cherry on top to the dumpster fire of his failure, was he allowed himself to be hoodwinked and outwitted by a little girl half his age by trusting her like a damn fool. It was stupidity at its finest and for all the times he has ever been caught with his pants down, this one took the cake and beat all. It was devastatingly inexcusable and Dean just about ready to punch his own lights out for it.
Frames of the grotesque and heinous atrocities he had witnessed over the year through black magic flashed through his mind rapidly like the clicks of a camara on 'burst mode' causing the Hunter to relive the horrific moments from the tortuous perspective of Ellie being the victim. A horrendous nauseous sensation crawled up the man's esophagus and sat at the back of his throat like an obstructive knot. With his back towards Ellie and his face safely concealed from the little girl's eyes, Dean cupped his left calloused palm over his mouth and slowly closed his eyes, allowing his careworn features, for the first time, to wilt in overcome distress and fear. The strong man felt his chest constrict with an intensely sweltering ache that seemed to cave inwards, harshly, like some outside force pressing down into it.
Without his permission, an unstoppable burning sensation began to chafe against the lining of the man's throat causing it to go raw, but the instilled toughness within the strong man fought back against his body's natural desire to shed a tear and give into the pain. Like many times before, the experienced Hunter, pushed the familiar fear and pain down away from his heart, hardening himself to 'manned up' and recover his composure quickly. He had a child to take care of and he didn't have the luxury to give into despair.
She was still alive, and although that fact did not make up for his failure nor make his fear and pain any less, the reality was he still, by the grace of God, had the opportunity of keeping his little wayward teen safe. The hard-bitten Hunter knew, second chances didn't come very often in this line of work, and he was dreadfully aware that if he didn't succussed in keeping her in line and getting through to her on something as vital as this, the little girl was as good as dead.
Dean ran his cupped palm down the length of his sharp jaw, his face morphing back into a strong stoic resolve of determination and grit as he made a silent promise to himself to never let it happen again.
With her wide timid eyes locked onto Dean's stiff back, Ellie slowly straightened her posture and loosened her clammy grip from around the chrome edge of the kitchen table as she took in Dean's words feeling them sink beneath her vulnerable skin and touch her aching heart.
Dean's private moment only lasted a few long beats before the man rotated his shoulders back around to face her directly making Ellie heave in an apprehensive rush of air. The outline of his strong physique looked imposingly sturdy in front of the slender teenager as he stood rigidly with the belt still firmly gripped in his right fist.
"Alright, get 'em down, young lady, and bend your reckless butt over the table or, I promise you, kid, I will do it for you." Despite Dean's voice being calm and even, the deep sternness within his direct tone was dauntingly intense and said with an unwavering intent and fortitude that compelled Ellie to have complete confidence in the man that he would not hesitate.
With a newfound paleness casting over her delicate features, Ellie stared at him for a beat feeling her red tinted lips parted slightly as the anxious knot in her chest grew incredibly tight with dreadful anticipation.
Much to Ellie's surprise, instead of staring her down and making sure she obeyed him, Dean, once again, rotated his shoulders around in a purposeful manner and displayed his rigid back to her. Whether that was for her privacy or his own, Ellie didn't know.
Keeping his stiff back towards her, as the turmoil storm of 'what if's' raced through his troubled conscience in a repeating cycle of torment, Dean edgily running his hand down the length of the flexible brown leather belt in fidgety agitation before releasing it to dangle at his side with no small amount of eagerness ramping up inside of him to make his point. While Dean took not an ounce of joy in dishing out the awaited punishment and being the cause of her discomfort, the man was no less prepared to carry out the task and instill in her dire lesson that rode on her safety and survival in this scary, unforgiving world.
Dean was well aware of what a belt to the ass did to drive a point home and he wanted his position on the matter to be so abundantly clear to that Ellie that she could repeat his orders forward, backward and any other damn way he asked it. He needed to get through to that stubborn head of her's and if a dozen and one licks to her arrogant little backside would do it, so be it.
Ellie dark eyebrows furrowed into a worried expression feeling a crushing dread of apprehension dance against her jittery nerves. Knowing full well she was far past the point of no return, Ellie felt a reluctant acceptance take hold of her. She was going to be punished and the only choice she had, right now, was to take down her pants herself or have Dean do it for it. It was humiliating enough to drag your own pants down for spanking, it would be astronautically mortifying to have the grown Hunter do it for her.
Ellie dipped her head down and reached up to her waistband pushing the hem of her black long sleeve shirt up. With her fingers shaking with pent-up agitation, Ellie worked to pop open the button of her Levi jeans and drag down the zipper feeling her jeans become loosened against her lean hips. With her head dipped down, Ellie tucked her thumbs into her waistband by her hips in between the thick denim fabric of her Levi's and her plain white cotton panties. Ellie began to press the denim fabric down before her muscles began to stiffen in natural reluctance, not only because she knew it was going to hurt like holy hellfire, but because it was, simply, embarrassing as hell.
While there were plenty of times Ellie got spanked over her underwear by her uncle, much to her recalled dismay, it nonetheless, didn't make it any easier to bear the awkward notion of exposing her panty covered backside so Dean could spank stripes of blistering heat across it.
Being no stranger to this type of discipline, and no small amount of her uncle's explanations and teachings, Ellie was aware of Dean's reasoning for it which was the simply fact that it would sting more, which harbored no short amount of bitterness on Ellie's end, in addition to allowing him to see what he was doing to ensure she was spanked red and nothing more. Despite having a healthy understanding of the reasoning and trusting the Hunter to an extent, it was still a significant blow to the tough girl's teenage pride.
Unable to help herself as her muscles pulled with natural hesitancy, Ellie tip her head up to peer at Sam who still stood rigidly in the spot where he planted his boots earlier. With his long-toned arms folded across his broad chest and a stern look still imbedded into his features, without hesitation and without a word, Sam rotated his tall toned frame around until his stiff back was facing her, giving her the privacy he thought she required.
While the man's gesture was gracious, his movements were stiff, brisk, and held not an ounce of sympathy for her predicament. Despite not expecting leniency, it still, nonetheless, hurt her to not gain a shred of understanding from the kind man. Although she noted with dismay, she didn't really deserve it.
Despite knowing she should be grateful for their gentlemanly graces of giving her 'privacy' from their eyes so she could muster up the courage to pull her damn pants down, it was of little consequence as she was still going to get her ass belted in the end. Being a tired and true teenager, stubborn bitterness took to the surface of her emotions, as she rolled her eyes in misguided contempt knowing that they were going to see her panty-covered backside regardless when they turned back around. Dean, obviously, was going to as he was the one that was going to be dishing it out, with no small amount of vigorous enthusiasm she was certain of. And she held out little hope that Sam was not going to turn back around and watch, like he always did, as there was not one spanking where she got the privilege of him being absent.
Feeling her face muscles grimace into a pout of self-pity and frustration, heat blossomed against her cheeks turning her entire complexion crimson red. With her chest cracking open and swelling with a raw and sweltering teenage embarrassment, Ellie took a prideful breath of stubborn courage and swiftly and somewhat, awkwardly, bit the bullet. She dragged her jeans just past the undercurve of her cheeks and not a centimeter more. Whether that was a form stubborn pride, teenage defiance or just plain embarrassment, Ellie didn't rightly know, but if she were to bet on it, it was probably a damn good mixture of all three.
Feeling the musty heated air of the hotel room wafted against the exposed areas of skin around her panties, Ellie rotated her slim frame around, forcing herself, with a significant amount of difficulty, to do it with as much dignity as one could possibly muster with one's pants down for a licking. Ellie stubbornly forced her movements into a misleading indifferent, and somewhat huffy, manner as she compelled her straining muscles to hold onto some shred of pride which Ellie was damn near certain was about to be severely humbled in probably the first two licks.
With the chair out of the way, thanks to Dean's initial intent to spank her earlier, Ellie had ample room to center herself in the middle of the kitchen table. The pendent light above illuminated a soft yellow glow over all the muddied evidence that was still strew over the faded yellow table top providing her with a visual reminder of why she found herself in the position that she did, vividly shining a spotlight on her multitude of misdeeds.
Unable to help, but feel the fitting guilt rise back to the surface of soft skin, Ellie visibly swallowed as her face winced with appropriate shame feeling a swelling ache pulse against her petite chest to accompany her embarrassment. Saying she screwed up majorly was probably the understatement of the year, and all she had gained from it was a big fat 'nothing' and, soon be, one hell of a sore ass and that was a dreadfully hard pill to swallow.
She felt like life had just chewed her up, spit her out and, for good measure, decided to do it all over again. However, Ellie knew, deep down, she really had no one to blame, but herself as her choices is what lead her here.
Still stubbornly holding onto her pride and trying to hide the fact that her nerves weren't shaking like a leaf, with the dreadful anticipation of knowing full well it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch, Ellie stiffly bent her torso forward and placed her slender forearms on top of the table. One she rested on the pants leg of her muddied Levi's and the other on the empty space, a few inches next to it on laminate table top, purposefully maneuvering herself somewhat away from the bolt cutters and the Grimoire, which Ellie made a significant point not look at the evil thing she stole as the shame of it all was not short of overwhelming. Ellie's straight dark brown locks curtained the sides of her flushed face giving her the protection she required to allow her youthful face to wilt into a fretful worried expression of both shame and apprehension.
Against her wishes, tears welled up under her eyes as her sensitive and raw emotions were battering against her like swinging fists. And she would have burst into a string of tears, if it wasn't for the foolish and stubborn need to appear tough and resilient. There was no small amount of childlike anxiety that came with getting your backside whooped with a belt, but, in reality, it really didn't compare to the enormous guilt that was eating away at her young heart. She was a liar, a thief, a manipulator, not to mention almost crossing into the territory of becoming a meddling freak, condemnable at the highest degree in the hunting world. If there was an award for naughtiest kid of the year, she'd probably be the winning candidate.
Turning his head to the side to glance over his stiff left shoulder, Dean eyes captured the little girl's slender frame bending over the table. Dean's hard eyes watched her intently taking in every little movement of hers with a stern stoicism chiseled into his expression. Although she was doing a fairly good job of acting nonchalant, Dean knowing her fairly well by now, knew the wayward little girl was putting up a front with no small amount of stubborn pride being the leading factor behind her composure.
As he shifted his tense shoulders around to face her, Dean had to stop himself scoffing in worn frustration at the sight of her lose Levi jeans. Dean eyed the thick denim fabric sitting bunched just below the bottom of her panty covered cheeks, just low enough to technically follow his order to 'pull down' her jeans. Considering she gotten quite a few whoopings in her lifetimes before, Dean was damn sure she knew it wasn't far enough.
With determined and weighted strides, Dean walked up behind her bent frame causing Ellie's muscles to constrict and stiffen in startled apprehension as she splayed her fingers wide against the laminate table top and her muddied jeans, wondering if he was just going to lay into her right then. Feeling the vibrations from his brown lace up boots tremor against the soles of her Carhart's, the man's looming presence weighed against her muscles as Dean's shadow cast over her. He reached his long arm over her left shoulder, the placket seam of his army green button up brushing across her back slightly. Ellie tilted her dipped head up slightly, her eyes capturing Dean's fist grabbing ahold of one of the black handles of his bolt cutters. The muscles in the Hunter's bare forearms budged with tension as he lifted his muddied cutting tool off the table and chucked it curtly and rather carelessly over the other side of the table causing it to thud loudly against the thin carpeting below getting it out of the way so Ellie wouldn't accidently bump into it.
With purposeful movements and his folded brown leather belt firmly in his grip, Dean stepped back from her petite frame and bent his torso down slightly as he grasped a hold of the center of her Levi's waistband. With two brisk tugs Dean shimmied her Levi jeans down until they sat bunched at her mid-thigh causing Ellie to fidget and shift, pedaling her heels in rising trepidation and no small amount of embarrassment as her panty-covered backside was now on full display for Dean to whack with his belt.
Dean then moved to stand to the left side of her bent frame.
"You're getting thirteen." Dean's deep voice informed decidedly in a steady stern tone as he adjusted his grip around the buckle and ran his hand down the folded leather to ensure it was straight and even.
Holding back a whimper of dreadful unease, Ellie's body began to surge with an overwhelming jittery panic that seemed to spread to every corner of her body shaking her prideful composure like a leaf. As the looming threat of punishment was near, the regret within her seemed to intensify tenfold, along with the childlike fright she had been keeping foolishly locked way. Her bold facade and stubborn denial were all being washed away, reducing her to one scared and sorry thirteen-year-old who just wished she could just go back and make it all right.
It was now, that she wanted, more than ever, to burst into a spew of heartfelt apologies, sworn oaths, expressions of regret, vows to never, ever, do anything like this again for as long as she lived. However, the sad truth of the matter was the stubborn girl was a day late and a dollar short and she had no one to blame, but herself.
TBC
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