Camping 101
Title: Camping 101
Characters: John, Dean, and Sammy
Implement: Hand, belt
Word count: 412o
Warning/Spoilers: contains spanking of a minor
Disclaimer:just playing
John Winchester sometimes wondered what in the hell got into his boys. Seriously he didn't understand how they could convince themselves that they could pull something over on him. He was sure that maybe once or twice they had been able to pull things off but for the most part he was able to know when his children were up to something. And it almost never ended well for his boys.
It had been a long week a long hunt and all he wanted to do was go home see his boys drink a six pack of beer and sleep for a few days. It wasn't a hard hunt, really it should have been easy, but he had his mind on other things. Sammy for one. The thirteen year old was currently pissed at his father. Had even said that he hated him. Sammy had said things like that before but never with as much venom as this time.
Sometimes John wished that he could give his kids the normal life they deserved but he couldn't. He had a job to do. His boys knew it and sometimes his job interfered with their lives but there was nothing he could do about it. So when Sammy asked if he could go on a camping trip with some friends over the weekend; John wanted to say yes wanted to let his boy have a weekend of fun. But he had a hunt that couldn't be put off.
He couldn’t in good conscience let his boy go off into the woods while he was out of town. Sammy of course had a massive fit and had claimed that his father was ruining his life and never wanted to let him have any fun, cared more about the hunt then he did his own children. That had caused John to lose his cool and swat the kid a few times before sending him off to his bed to cool down. That's when Sammy announced his hatred for his father.
Dean shouted at Sammy to shut up, John just growled and headed into the bathroom. He need to shower to calm himself down. He cried a little, he loved his boys more than anything and it cut him deep when one of them said something as hurtful as they hated him. He knew Sam would get over it but John had this feeling that he and Sammy were on a path that would lead them down very separate roads.
Dean was different, Dean understood why John had to do what he had to do. Dean was a tough kid. Sam was tough too, in his own way, but he was more sensitive than John and Dean. He took things to heart, worried about things. Dean understood there life and seemed to be able to take it in stride. Not Sammy. Sammy wanted things to be normal, he wanted to live in a house for a long period of time, he wanted to have a set schedule and know what was going to happen.
John worried that he and Sam were gonna grow apart and his little tantrum was just a step closer. But there was nothing John could do. He tried he did, the next day while the boys were in school he made some phone calls to see if he could find someone else who could handle the hunt but everyone was busy or too far away to get there in time. John figured he'd make it up to the boy somehow. Maybe offer to take him and his friends camping the next time he didn't have a hunt lined up. He could take both boys and they could go hiking and fishing and tell ghost stories around the campfire.
John finished his hunt early. It turned out to be a quick salt and burn. John smiled the entire drive back home, thinking about surprising the boys and taking them camping. He even thought about allowing them to skip school on Monday so they could camp out for two nights. He stopped at the grocery store before heading home, and picked up all sorts of goodies, hot dogs and buns, baked beans, marshmallows and chocolate bars to make s'mores.
He was even whistling a tune as he pulled into the driveway. He got out of the car and grabbed his hunting gear and headed towards the house. He was in such a good mood that he didn't even hear the bass thumping through the house until he stuck the key in the lock. He was about to yell about the music being to loud and the neighbors calling the police about the noise when he noticed the pair of girls shoes by the door. He growled to himself as he walked towards the boys room.
Of course the door was shut, the music even louder coming through the door. He didn't bother knocking, no way either boy would hear it with the music blasting. He threw the door open. He wasn't at all surprised to find a shirtless Dean with a topless girl straddling him. Dean was so caught up in the moment that he didn't even realize John was standing there. John tried clearing his throat to get his oldest attention but that didn't work. John walked over to the stereo, he didn't even bother to shut it off he just yanked the plug from the wall.
That caught Dean's attention. He jumped knocking the girl off of him. The girl scrambled to get to her shirt. “Dad? What are you doing here?” Dean stammered as he tried to right himself.
John gave a little laugh and said “I live here.” John turned a little to give the girl some privacy as she got dressed. When she finally had her clothes situated she turned to Dean.
“I think I should go.” she whispered.
“I think that'd be a good idea.” John said smiling. “Dean has a little bit of explaining to do. Say goodbye to your friend Dean.”
Dean blushed but said his goodbyes and walked the girl to the door. Apologizing profusely along the way. Dean shut the door behind the girl and thunked his head onto it before slowly turning around to face his father.
“Dad I can explain.”
“Really, really Dean, you don't have to explain to me what was going on, what the hell were you thinking? Hmm, what if your brother had walked in on you. Dammit Dean, I don't need your little brother seeing that.” John said slapping his hands down on the table.
“Come on dad, really its not that big of a deal. Sammy's seen enough naked girls on TV, its not like him seeing Allison topless would scar him for life or anything.”
“Seriously Dean? I swear to god if I find out that you've been letting him watch smut movies on TV I'm gonna kick your ass.” John growled.
Dean laughed “Letting him dad, come on your acting like Sammy is some little kid, he's thirteen; if the kid wants to watch porn he can get it on his own. Hell go look under his bed you'll I bet you'll find magazines under there. And believe me I'm not forcing him to look at them.”
John growled again. “Enough Dean, I don't care about that. Just because your brother is interested in that doesn't mean that I want him seeing you acting out a porn movie in your bedroom.” John stopped and looked around the apartment before glaring at Dean. “Where is your brother Dean?”
John watched as a look of fear flashed over Deans face. Dean whispered “Fuck.” under his breath but John heard it.
“You let him go didn't you?” John saw red. Dean looked at the floor and then up but didn't make eye contact with his father. “Dean? Is your brother camping right now?”
“Don't get mad, dad. It's not that big of a deal, he has my cell in case anything happens.” Dean tried to explain.
“Damn it Dean, I said no.” John growled angrily. “Where are they camping.”
“Dad come on, he's fine he called me a little while ago to check in, they did some hiking and were just setting up camp.”
“Dean Winchester, you tell me where your brother is right now!” John ordered. “I'm not playing around.”
“They're over by Forrestville, by the river. But come on just let him have fun with his friends. The whole reason you didn't want him going is because you weren't gonna be in town but now your here, just let him have fun.” Dean pleaded.
“I told him no Dean and I meant it. He's not old enough to be out there in the woods on his own.”
“Dad you can't be serious, Sammy's stayed by himself tons of times before and it's not like he's by himself he's with his friends. And he knows how to handle himself.”
John took a calming breath, or tried to, the breath didn't calm him one bit. “Dean, I know your try to help your brother out and cover your own ass; but I gotta tell you its not working. I told Sam no, you heard me tell him no, and yet you felt it was okay to go behind my back and let him go.” John sighed and ran his hand through his thick hair. “Damn it. Me being out of town wasn't the only reason I didn't want him out there.”
“I scoped the woods dad, there was nothing and I even marked some trees with some protection symbols to keep him safe. Just let him be a kid.”
“I'm not worried about the woods Dean. I'm worried about the kids that he's hanging with. I checked them out, they're a bad crowd and I don't want my thirteen year old hanging out with them.”
“Oh.” Dean mumbled as he plopped down at the couch. “I didn't know that.”
“I'm gonna go get your brother, you keep your ass planted on that couch. I'll deal with you when I get home.” John ordered as he headed back towards the car. He growled and muttered fuck as he started up the car. This is not how he wanted to spend his evening.
He thought about his boys as he drove. They were good boys despite the stupid, irresponsible decisions they made sometimes. Dean was just trying to help his brother out and Sam was just trying to be a kid. He thought for sure if he had told Dean about the real reason he didn't want Sam to go he never would have let him. Then again John didn't think he had to justify his reasoning to his children. He said no and in the Winchester household no meant no.
John parked his car at the entrance to the park and started jogging through the woods. Forrestville was a large area and he wasn't sure the exact location his son and his friends were but he hiked in the general direction of the river. The walking seemed to calm him down a bit give him time to think. Sure he was pissed that his boys tried to pull one over on him; but Dean didn't know the reason; john was pretty proud that his oldest had taken the time to check out the woods and protect his little brother and Sammy just wanted to be a normal kid for once and have fun with his friends. Even if John thought they were deviants.
He decided as he walked that he'd still take the boys camping but it would be more training than it would be fun. He's still let them make s'mores and they'd tell ghost stories but they'd have a hell of a lot of work to do, and PT. His boys would be so tired they'd never think of pulling a stunt like this again.
John was about to head towards the right side of the river when he caught a slight scent of marijuana coming from the opposite direction. He turned to follow the scent hoping it wouldn't lead to his youngest but he knew deep in his belly that he was gonna find him there. Sure enough John spotted his son as soon as he entered the clearing. He was sitting on a log by the fire with a beer in his hand. From the relaxed look of his son John knew that he'd had more than one.
He watched him for a few minutes, laughing and horsing around with his friends. It was when one of those friends handed a joint to Sam and Sam took it and brought it up towards his mouth that John made his presence known. He stormed into the camp site and over towards Sam. Sam noticed; he immediately dropped the joint and tried to back away.
He wasn't fast enough for John. Who grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him back towards the woods. John landed a few sharp swats; Sam groaned and a few of the boys gasped one or two of them laughed. John turned to the boys “Get this crap cleaned up and get home. NOW!!” John watched as all the boys scrambled to comply. He turned back to his son and pushed him towards the car.
The hike back to the car didn't take half as long as it had taken John to get to the campsite. He kept a firm grip on Sam's upper arm the entire way. Sam stumbled a few times trying to keep up. By the time they reached the car; John had calmed down a bit, he was still furious but he didn't have the urge to kill his youngest anymore so he considered that calmer. Sammy was crying of course. John put him in the front seat and buckled his kid in, then stormed to the drivers seat.
Sammy cried as they drove home, John told him to knock it off or he'd give the kid a reason to cry before they even got home. Sammy rolled his eyes at that. That angered John even more. “If I were you kid I'd knock it off with the attitude. Your in enough trouble as it is.”
“Whatever!” Sam mumbled.
John swerved the car over to the side of the road. He took the keys out of the ignition and turned on his son. “You listen to me Sam Winchester, I'm already plenty pissed at you; for your own sake and safety I suggest you stow the attitude and knock it off with the whining.”
Sam gave a weak “yes, sir” and then looked out the window. John put the keys into the ignition and started the car, heading home once again. They sat in silence for awhile until Sam finally said “I can't believe you did that.”
“Did what?”
“Embarrassed me in front of my friends like that. I'm never gonna be able to see those guys again, they're gonna laugh at me and tell everyone at school that my daddy spanked me. I've never been so humiliated in my entire life.”
John almost laughed at the dramatics, his youngest sure could be a drama queen sometimes. “You think that was embarrassing?” John snorted “I could have really embarrassed you, I could have pulled your shorts down and given you a real honest to God ass whupping. Those few swats I landed were nothing. But your right about one thing your never seeing those boys again.”
Sam hmpht from the passenger seat and John growled, really growled. “Keep your mouth shut for the rest of this ride and you might make it home alive.” John warned and for once Sammy heeded his warning.
They pulled up in front of the house and John ordered Sam to get his ass inside. John watched as the boy headed into the house. John got out of the car but instead of heading to the house he turned and started off down the street.
When he arrived back at the house an hour later he was slightly calmer. He found both boys sitting on the couch. Dean in the exact spot that John had told him to stay in. Sammy was practically sitting on his brothers lap. He had his head rested on his shoulder and seemed to be asleep. John could see the tear streaks along his face.
John looked at the boys and Dean looked up at his father. “I think the kids pretty wiped out. He fell asleep pretty quick.” Dean said as he looked back at his brother and pushed his hair back from his face. “I'm really sorry dad, I know I shouldn't have let him go but he was so upset about not being able to go with his friends, I didn't realize it was a bad idea. I thought that if I checked the woods out and made sure it was safe that he'd be okay. I told him not to drink, he promised that there wouldn't be alcohol there, he said they were just gonna hike and fish and hang out.” John watched as his son tried to explain his reasoning, tears falling slowly from his sons eyes. “I just wanted him to be happy, I didn't want him to hate you.”
“Oh kiddo.” John said reaching for his son and pulling him off the couch, Sammy's head hit the couch but the kid didn't seem to noticed. Dean winced and John thought maybe he really was an asshole if his kid thought he was gonna hit him. Instead he pulled him into a hug. “Kid you put too much on yourself sometimes. Hell maybe I put too much on you, I know I do.” he kissed his sons forehead. “You are not responsible for whether your brother hates me or not. I do however expect you to be responsible for him when I leave and that means following my orders. I shouldn't have to give you a reason for what I say, I should be able to tell you or your brother to do or not do something without explaining the reason to you. You need to trust me Dean.”
“I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let him go.”
“I'm sure he used his puppy eyes power on you.” John laughed and pulled Dean towards the bedroom.
Dean hesitated and stopped John turned to look at him. Dean sighed. “Are we gonna have a talk now?”
“I don't know kiddo, I'm pretty beat, I thought about hitting the rack early. I figure this way we can get up early and head out.”
“Out?”
“Yeah I thought I'd take you boys on a little camping trip. I felt bad about telling Sammy no and figured I could make it up to him by taking you guys. I guess I got myself a little excited about it and I don't think I should deprive myself the fun of a camping trip with my boys just because you two knuckleheads can't behave.”
“Really? Your taking us camping.” Dean smiled
“Yup.” John returned his sons smile “I figure we'll take a nice long hike and find a good spot, you guys can build us a shelter and we can practice some tracking.”
John almost laughed as Deans smile faltered a little before the kid grinned again and said “Cool!” before turning and heading into his room.
John smiled. At least one of his kids was happy. He was pretty sure Sammy wouldn't be feeling up to getting up at the ass crack of dawn to go hiking while hungover but John just figured that would make it more of a punishment.
John woke Dean up at quarter after five. Told him to get dressed and handed the kid a fistful of dollar bills and asked him to go get them some coffee and breakfast. Five minutes later John watched his oldest leave. As soon as the door closed behind him he headed over to the couch. Sammy was still curled up there in the same position he had fallen into the night before. John nudged his arm and whispered his name.
Sam rolled over and groaned. “Five more minute.” he ordered.
“No can do Sam, see your brother went out to get us some breakfast so I figured now would be a good time for you and I to have a little conversation about what happened yesterday. I guess though if you want to wait five more minutes we can have the conversation with your brother here as a witness if you want.” John watched as the kid opened his eyes and sat up. “That might actually be a good idea considering you lied to your brother too, when you told him there wouldn't be any alcohol on this little trip of yours. Maybe I should wait until your brother gets back and I can let him have a few whacks at you as a warm up. Whadaya say?”
Sam opted for option A. John took a seat on the couch and Sam reluctantly stood up and moved towards him. He lowered his pants without even being asked and threw himself over his fathers lap with enough force that John almost lost his balance.
John shifted the weight of his boy and got his little butt in the exact position he wanted and then brought his hand down with a hard thwap that echoed in the tiny apartment. He worked with a quick cadence; peppering the boys backside with brisk efficient swats. Sammy was howling and begging for mercy and promising to never do anything like this again; but John continued to slap down angry swats up and down his sons backside.
He finally stopped and Sammy breathed a sigh of relief as he tried to pull himself together. He took halting breaths and jumped off his fathers lap and yanked his pants back into position. John let out a sigh, he could tell that the spanking hadn't done anything to subside his sons attitude. John looked at Sam and got an angry glare in return. John sighed again and rubbed his hand over his stubble covered chin before saying “Go get my belt.”
Sam visibly paled at that. The anger in his eyes was replaced with fear. “You heard me go on and get it.” John ordered giving his son a none to gentle swat to get him moving. Sam returned a moment later carrying his fathers belt. John held out his hands for it and Sam handed it over. John looked into his sons eyes as he took it. Sam was doing his best puppy dog impression and then he started to plead. “Please dad don't hit me with that.”
John hardened his heart a little and stood up, he motioned for Sam to lean over the arm of the couch. Sam obeyed and even started to lower his pants again. John put his hand over Sam's to stop him and righted his pants before giving Sammy a little shove over the arm. John gave him five quick sharp biting whacks right across the boys sit spots. Sam howls and tries to get away from the blows even though John has already stopped.
As soon as he's finished John tosses the belt a side and pulls his son up and into a tight embrace. He thinks at first that Sam will resist but to his surprise he doesn't, the boy actually leans into the hug.
John picks the boy up and carries him to the couch. He positions Sammy on his lap, this time trying to make it as comfortable as possible for the poor kids aching behind. He and Sammy have a nice long talk about following orders and the dangers of drinking and drugs. By the time Dean returns with coffees and food John and Sam are ready to head out.
The three Winchester pile into the car all set for a weekend of camping. Johns happy that his boys are safe and for the most part happy. Dean's happy because he didn't have to witness his brother getting his ass beat and by some miracle his dad had let him off without the epic smack down that he assumed would happen. And Sam was happy because he had the entire backseat to himself and had enough wiggle room to try to get as comfortable as possible considering his ass was practically on fire. He was also happy because he was getting to go camping, even if he was pretty sure that his dad was gonna make him and Dean do all the work it was still gonna be fun.
Characters: John, Dean, and Sammy
Implement: Hand, belt
Word count: 412o
Warning/Spoilers: contains spanking of a minor
Disclaimer:just playing
John Winchester sometimes wondered what in the hell got into his boys. Seriously he didn't understand how they could convince themselves that they could pull something over on him. He was sure that maybe once or twice they had been able to pull things off but for the most part he was able to know when his children were up to something. And it almost never ended well for his boys.
It had been a long week a long hunt and all he wanted to do was go home see his boys drink a six pack of beer and sleep for a few days. It wasn't a hard hunt, really it should have been easy, but he had his mind on other things. Sammy for one. The thirteen year old was currently pissed at his father. Had even said that he hated him. Sammy had said things like that before but never with as much venom as this time.
Sometimes John wished that he could give his kids the normal life they deserved but he couldn't. He had a job to do. His boys knew it and sometimes his job interfered with their lives but there was nothing he could do about it. So when Sammy asked if he could go on a camping trip with some friends over the weekend; John wanted to say yes wanted to let his boy have a weekend of fun. But he had a hunt that couldn't be put off.
He couldn’t in good conscience let his boy go off into the woods while he was out of town. Sammy of course had a massive fit and had claimed that his father was ruining his life and never wanted to let him have any fun, cared more about the hunt then he did his own children. That had caused John to lose his cool and swat the kid a few times before sending him off to his bed to cool down. That's when Sammy announced his hatred for his father.
Dean shouted at Sammy to shut up, John just growled and headed into the bathroom. He need to shower to calm himself down. He cried a little, he loved his boys more than anything and it cut him deep when one of them said something as hurtful as they hated him. He knew Sam would get over it but John had this feeling that he and Sammy were on a path that would lead them down very separate roads.
Dean was different, Dean understood why John had to do what he had to do. Dean was a tough kid. Sam was tough too, in his own way, but he was more sensitive than John and Dean. He took things to heart, worried about things. Dean understood there life and seemed to be able to take it in stride. Not Sammy. Sammy wanted things to be normal, he wanted to live in a house for a long period of time, he wanted to have a set schedule and know what was going to happen.
John worried that he and Sam were gonna grow apart and his little tantrum was just a step closer. But there was nothing John could do. He tried he did, the next day while the boys were in school he made some phone calls to see if he could find someone else who could handle the hunt but everyone was busy or too far away to get there in time. John figured he'd make it up to the boy somehow. Maybe offer to take him and his friends camping the next time he didn't have a hunt lined up. He could take both boys and they could go hiking and fishing and tell ghost stories around the campfire.
John finished his hunt early. It turned out to be a quick salt and burn. John smiled the entire drive back home, thinking about surprising the boys and taking them camping. He even thought about allowing them to skip school on Monday so they could camp out for two nights. He stopped at the grocery store before heading home, and picked up all sorts of goodies, hot dogs and buns, baked beans, marshmallows and chocolate bars to make s'mores.
He was even whistling a tune as he pulled into the driveway. He got out of the car and grabbed his hunting gear and headed towards the house. He was in such a good mood that he didn't even hear the bass thumping through the house until he stuck the key in the lock. He was about to yell about the music being to loud and the neighbors calling the police about the noise when he noticed the pair of girls shoes by the door. He growled to himself as he walked towards the boys room.
Of course the door was shut, the music even louder coming through the door. He didn't bother knocking, no way either boy would hear it with the music blasting. He threw the door open. He wasn't at all surprised to find a shirtless Dean with a topless girl straddling him. Dean was so caught up in the moment that he didn't even realize John was standing there. John tried clearing his throat to get his oldest attention but that didn't work. John walked over to the stereo, he didn't even bother to shut it off he just yanked the plug from the wall.
That caught Dean's attention. He jumped knocking the girl off of him. The girl scrambled to get to her shirt. “Dad? What are you doing here?” Dean stammered as he tried to right himself.
John gave a little laugh and said “I live here.” John turned a little to give the girl some privacy as she got dressed. When she finally had her clothes situated she turned to Dean.
“I think I should go.” she whispered.
“I think that'd be a good idea.” John said smiling. “Dean has a little bit of explaining to do. Say goodbye to your friend Dean.”
Dean blushed but said his goodbyes and walked the girl to the door. Apologizing profusely along the way. Dean shut the door behind the girl and thunked his head onto it before slowly turning around to face his father.
“Dad I can explain.”
“Really, really Dean, you don't have to explain to me what was going on, what the hell were you thinking? Hmm, what if your brother had walked in on you. Dammit Dean, I don't need your little brother seeing that.” John said slapping his hands down on the table.
“Come on dad, really its not that big of a deal. Sammy's seen enough naked girls on TV, its not like him seeing Allison topless would scar him for life or anything.”
“Seriously Dean? I swear to god if I find out that you've been letting him watch smut movies on TV I'm gonna kick your ass.” John growled.
Dean laughed “Letting him dad, come on your acting like Sammy is some little kid, he's thirteen; if the kid wants to watch porn he can get it on his own. Hell go look under his bed you'll I bet you'll find magazines under there. And believe me I'm not forcing him to look at them.”
John growled again. “Enough Dean, I don't care about that. Just because your brother is interested in that doesn't mean that I want him seeing you acting out a porn movie in your bedroom.” John stopped and looked around the apartment before glaring at Dean. “Where is your brother Dean?”
John watched as a look of fear flashed over Deans face. Dean whispered “Fuck.” under his breath but John heard it.
“You let him go didn't you?” John saw red. Dean looked at the floor and then up but didn't make eye contact with his father. “Dean? Is your brother camping right now?”
“Don't get mad, dad. It's not that big of a deal, he has my cell in case anything happens.” Dean tried to explain.
“Damn it Dean, I said no.” John growled angrily. “Where are they camping.”
“Dad come on, he's fine he called me a little while ago to check in, they did some hiking and were just setting up camp.”
“Dean Winchester, you tell me where your brother is right now!” John ordered. “I'm not playing around.”
“They're over by Forrestville, by the river. But come on just let him have fun with his friends. The whole reason you didn't want him going is because you weren't gonna be in town but now your here, just let him have fun.” Dean pleaded.
“I told him no Dean and I meant it. He's not old enough to be out there in the woods on his own.”
“Dad you can't be serious, Sammy's stayed by himself tons of times before and it's not like he's by himself he's with his friends. And he knows how to handle himself.”
John took a calming breath, or tried to, the breath didn't calm him one bit. “Dean, I know your try to help your brother out and cover your own ass; but I gotta tell you its not working. I told Sam no, you heard me tell him no, and yet you felt it was okay to go behind my back and let him go.” John sighed and ran his hand through his thick hair. “Damn it. Me being out of town wasn't the only reason I didn't want him out there.”
“I scoped the woods dad, there was nothing and I even marked some trees with some protection symbols to keep him safe. Just let him be a kid.”
“I'm not worried about the woods Dean. I'm worried about the kids that he's hanging with. I checked them out, they're a bad crowd and I don't want my thirteen year old hanging out with them.”
“Oh.” Dean mumbled as he plopped down at the couch. “I didn't know that.”
“I'm gonna go get your brother, you keep your ass planted on that couch. I'll deal with you when I get home.” John ordered as he headed back towards the car. He growled and muttered fuck as he started up the car. This is not how he wanted to spend his evening.
He thought about his boys as he drove. They were good boys despite the stupid, irresponsible decisions they made sometimes. Dean was just trying to help his brother out and Sam was just trying to be a kid. He thought for sure if he had told Dean about the real reason he didn't want Sam to go he never would have let him. Then again John didn't think he had to justify his reasoning to his children. He said no and in the Winchester household no meant no.
John parked his car at the entrance to the park and started jogging through the woods. Forrestville was a large area and he wasn't sure the exact location his son and his friends were but he hiked in the general direction of the river. The walking seemed to calm him down a bit give him time to think. Sure he was pissed that his boys tried to pull one over on him; but Dean didn't know the reason; john was pretty proud that his oldest had taken the time to check out the woods and protect his little brother and Sammy just wanted to be a normal kid for once and have fun with his friends. Even if John thought they were deviants.
He decided as he walked that he'd still take the boys camping but it would be more training than it would be fun. He's still let them make s'mores and they'd tell ghost stories but they'd have a hell of a lot of work to do, and PT. His boys would be so tired they'd never think of pulling a stunt like this again.
John was about to head towards the right side of the river when he caught a slight scent of marijuana coming from the opposite direction. He turned to follow the scent hoping it wouldn't lead to his youngest but he knew deep in his belly that he was gonna find him there. Sure enough John spotted his son as soon as he entered the clearing. He was sitting on a log by the fire with a beer in his hand. From the relaxed look of his son John knew that he'd had more than one.
He watched him for a few minutes, laughing and horsing around with his friends. It was when one of those friends handed a joint to Sam and Sam took it and brought it up towards his mouth that John made his presence known. He stormed into the camp site and over towards Sam. Sam noticed; he immediately dropped the joint and tried to back away.
He wasn't fast enough for John. Who grabbed the boy by his arm and pulled him back towards the woods. John landed a few sharp swats; Sam groaned and a few of the boys gasped one or two of them laughed. John turned to the boys “Get this crap cleaned up and get home. NOW!!” John watched as all the boys scrambled to comply. He turned back to his son and pushed him towards the car.
The hike back to the car didn't take half as long as it had taken John to get to the campsite. He kept a firm grip on Sam's upper arm the entire way. Sam stumbled a few times trying to keep up. By the time they reached the car; John had calmed down a bit, he was still furious but he didn't have the urge to kill his youngest anymore so he considered that calmer. Sammy was crying of course. John put him in the front seat and buckled his kid in, then stormed to the drivers seat.
Sammy cried as they drove home, John told him to knock it off or he'd give the kid a reason to cry before they even got home. Sammy rolled his eyes at that. That angered John even more. “If I were you kid I'd knock it off with the attitude. Your in enough trouble as it is.”
“Whatever!” Sam mumbled.
John swerved the car over to the side of the road. He took the keys out of the ignition and turned on his son. “You listen to me Sam Winchester, I'm already plenty pissed at you; for your own sake and safety I suggest you stow the attitude and knock it off with the whining.”
Sam gave a weak “yes, sir” and then looked out the window. John put the keys into the ignition and started the car, heading home once again. They sat in silence for awhile until Sam finally said “I can't believe you did that.”
“Did what?”
“Embarrassed me in front of my friends like that. I'm never gonna be able to see those guys again, they're gonna laugh at me and tell everyone at school that my daddy spanked me. I've never been so humiliated in my entire life.”
John almost laughed at the dramatics, his youngest sure could be a drama queen sometimes. “You think that was embarrassing?” John snorted “I could have really embarrassed you, I could have pulled your shorts down and given you a real honest to God ass whupping. Those few swats I landed were nothing. But your right about one thing your never seeing those boys again.”
Sam hmpht from the passenger seat and John growled, really growled. “Keep your mouth shut for the rest of this ride and you might make it home alive.” John warned and for once Sammy heeded his warning.
They pulled up in front of the house and John ordered Sam to get his ass inside. John watched as the boy headed into the house. John got out of the car but instead of heading to the house he turned and started off down the street.
When he arrived back at the house an hour later he was slightly calmer. He found both boys sitting on the couch. Dean in the exact spot that John had told him to stay in. Sammy was practically sitting on his brothers lap. He had his head rested on his shoulder and seemed to be asleep. John could see the tear streaks along his face.
John looked at the boys and Dean looked up at his father. “I think the kids pretty wiped out. He fell asleep pretty quick.” Dean said as he looked back at his brother and pushed his hair back from his face. “I'm really sorry dad, I know I shouldn't have let him go but he was so upset about not being able to go with his friends, I didn't realize it was a bad idea. I thought that if I checked the woods out and made sure it was safe that he'd be okay. I told him not to drink, he promised that there wouldn't be alcohol there, he said they were just gonna hike and fish and hang out.” John watched as his son tried to explain his reasoning, tears falling slowly from his sons eyes. “I just wanted him to be happy, I didn't want him to hate you.”
“Oh kiddo.” John said reaching for his son and pulling him off the couch, Sammy's head hit the couch but the kid didn't seem to noticed. Dean winced and John thought maybe he really was an asshole if his kid thought he was gonna hit him. Instead he pulled him into a hug. “Kid you put too much on yourself sometimes. Hell maybe I put too much on you, I know I do.” he kissed his sons forehead. “You are not responsible for whether your brother hates me or not. I do however expect you to be responsible for him when I leave and that means following my orders. I shouldn't have to give you a reason for what I say, I should be able to tell you or your brother to do or not do something without explaining the reason to you. You need to trust me Dean.”
“I know. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let him go.”
“I'm sure he used his puppy eyes power on you.” John laughed and pulled Dean towards the bedroom.
Dean hesitated and stopped John turned to look at him. Dean sighed. “Are we gonna have a talk now?”
“I don't know kiddo, I'm pretty beat, I thought about hitting the rack early. I figure this way we can get up early and head out.”
“Out?”
“Yeah I thought I'd take you boys on a little camping trip. I felt bad about telling Sammy no and figured I could make it up to him by taking you guys. I guess I got myself a little excited about it and I don't think I should deprive myself the fun of a camping trip with my boys just because you two knuckleheads can't behave.”
“Really? Your taking us camping.” Dean smiled
“Yup.” John returned his sons smile “I figure we'll take a nice long hike and find a good spot, you guys can build us a shelter and we can practice some tracking.”
John almost laughed as Deans smile faltered a little before the kid grinned again and said “Cool!” before turning and heading into his room.
John smiled. At least one of his kids was happy. He was pretty sure Sammy wouldn't be feeling up to getting up at the ass crack of dawn to go hiking while hungover but John just figured that would make it more of a punishment.
John woke Dean up at quarter after five. Told him to get dressed and handed the kid a fistful of dollar bills and asked him to go get them some coffee and breakfast. Five minutes later John watched his oldest leave. As soon as the door closed behind him he headed over to the couch. Sammy was still curled up there in the same position he had fallen into the night before. John nudged his arm and whispered his name.
Sam rolled over and groaned. “Five more minute.” he ordered.
“No can do Sam, see your brother went out to get us some breakfast so I figured now would be a good time for you and I to have a little conversation about what happened yesterday. I guess though if you want to wait five more minutes we can have the conversation with your brother here as a witness if you want.” John watched as the kid opened his eyes and sat up. “That might actually be a good idea considering you lied to your brother too, when you told him there wouldn't be any alcohol on this little trip of yours. Maybe I should wait until your brother gets back and I can let him have a few whacks at you as a warm up. Whadaya say?”
Sam opted for option A. John took a seat on the couch and Sam reluctantly stood up and moved towards him. He lowered his pants without even being asked and threw himself over his fathers lap with enough force that John almost lost his balance.
John shifted the weight of his boy and got his little butt in the exact position he wanted and then brought his hand down with a hard thwap that echoed in the tiny apartment. He worked with a quick cadence; peppering the boys backside with brisk efficient swats. Sammy was howling and begging for mercy and promising to never do anything like this again; but John continued to slap down angry swats up and down his sons backside.
He finally stopped and Sammy breathed a sigh of relief as he tried to pull himself together. He took halting breaths and jumped off his fathers lap and yanked his pants back into position. John let out a sigh, he could tell that the spanking hadn't done anything to subside his sons attitude. John looked at Sam and got an angry glare in return. John sighed again and rubbed his hand over his stubble covered chin before saying “Go get my belt.”
Sam visibly paled at that. The anger in his eyes was replaced with fear. “You heard me go on and get it.” John ordered giving his son a none to gentle swat to get him moving. Sam returned a moment later carrying his fathers belt. John held out his hands for it and Sam handed it over. John looked into his sons eyes as he took it. Sam was doing his best puppy dog impression and then he started to plead. “Please dad don't hit me with that.”
John hardened his heart a little and stood up, he motioned for Sam to lean over the arm of the couch. Sam obeyed and even started to lower his pants again. John put his hand over Sam's to stop him and righted his pants before giving Sammy a little shove over the arm. John gave him five quick sharp biting whacks right across the boys sit spots. Sam howls and tries to get away from the blows even though John has already stopped.
As soon as he's finished John tosses the belt a side and pulls his son up and into a tight embrace. He thinks at first that Sam will resist but to his surprise he doesn't, the boy actually leans into the hug.
John picks the boy up and carries him to the couch. He positions Sammy on his lap, this time trying to make it as comfortable as possible for the poor kids aching behind. He and Sammy have a nice long talk about following orders and the dangers of drinking and drugs. By the time Dean returns with coffees and food John and Sam are ready to head out.
The three Winchester pile into the car all set for a weekend of camping. Johns happy that his boys are safe and for the most part happy. Dean's happy because he didn't have to witness his brother getting his ass beat and by some miracle his dad had let him off without the epic smack down that he assumed would happen. And Sam was happy because he had the entire backseat to himself and had enough wiggle room to try to get as comfortable as possible considering his ass was practically on fire. He was also happy because he was getting to go camping, even if he was pretty sure that his dad was gonna make him and Dean do all the work it was still gonna be fun.