Not so Fun Family Funday
Title: Not so Fun Family Funday
Characters: John, Dean, and Sammy
Implement: Hand, belt
Word count: 2684
Warning/Spoilers: contains spanking of a minor; abusive
Disclaimer:just playing
So this story is a bit different than what I would normally write. I am usually a big fan of John and in this story he's kinda an ass. Actually he's a big ass. He gets a little abusive in this, if this offends you please don't read. I swear I'll make it up to all the John lovers soon.
It was supposed to be fun. At least that's what dad said. He was currently between hunts and I think it was making him a little insane or stir crazy. It's been snowing like crazy and schools been canceled a few times this week; so the three of us have been stuck in the house. Dad's been researching. Sammy's been working on some stupid school project. I've been reading magazines and cleaning a few weapons and annoying Sammy because that's one of my favorite past times.
Annoying Sammy caused a couple of scuffles and a broken lamp. Which caused dad to lose his shit a little and hand out a few well placed smacks and sent us to the corner, like little kids. Another scuffle over who got to eat the last bread stick that came with the pizza. That ended up with me and Sam being sent to bed early.
On Saturday morning the snow stopped and we could actually see across the street. Dad was so happy he whistled a tune while making breakfast. Then at a little after eleven dad announced that we need to get dressed. We were gonna go have some fun. Sam and I both exchanged looks. Dad saying we were going to do something fun could mean a myriad of things. He could want to take us hiking, or tracking or target shooting. All things that I truly enjoy except in 20 below weather.
Dad came back out of his room dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and his leather jacket so Sam and I both figured that we weren't doing any type of outdoor training exercise. Dad wouldn't say where he was taking us; just told us to get in the car.
I'm not sure who was more shocked me or Sammy; when we pulled up in front of the bowling alley. We hadn't been bowling in years. Sammy excitedly got out of the car and practically skipped to the building. I didn't skip but I might have ran. Dad laughing behind us.
The place was pretty empty so we were able to get a lane right away. Dad let us order fries and hot dogs and a pitcher of soda. Dad ordered a beer and continued to order more as we bowled. After two rounds the place had started to fill up. Dad ran into a few co-workers that he was working with at the local repair shop. Dad left us then for a bit while he went to the bar that was in the bowling alley.
Sammy and I didn't care. We were having to much fun. We took a break from bowling and headed to the little arcade and played some Ball Hop and some basketball. I won Sammy some cool shit out of one of the claw machines. But then I ran out of quarters so we headed back to our lane. Dad was sitting with the guys at the lane next to ours. He gave us a brief head nod to acknowledge us but continued talking instead of joining us.
Sammy and I started bowling again. Laughing and joking. I'm pretty good at bowling but Sammy doesn't seem to have the patience to do it. But we still had fun. That is until Sam went to bowl and the ball slipped backwards from his hands and rolled away from the lane. I chuckled a little and called him a butterfingers and Sammy just kinda ducked his head as he chased after the ball.
Dad's friends of course thought it was hilarious. They started laughing and joking around about how bad Sam was at bowling. Even dad. Sammy blushed deep but for the most part tried to ignore it. I threw a glare at dad but he didn't seem to get it.
The guys just kept laughing. I wanted to say something to them; to hit someone but Sam put his hand on my arm and motioned for me to bowl my turn. We continued to bowl and Sammy did his best to ignore the comments coming from the jackasses sitting by us. I'm not sure exactly how Sammy stayed so calm; I was boiling over and ready to go beat some old guy heads in. but Sammy just continued to bowl.
I felt bad for the kid, thought about even getting the keys away from dad and taking him home. But Sammy told me to shut up and bowl. Some how the teasing from the assholes made Sammy bowl a little bit better. That didn't get the guys to shut up. Dad had to come over and try to teach Sammy how to properly hold the ball; how to stand and so forth. That pissed Sammy off; me too because this was supposed to be fun and dad had somehow turned it into training exercise.
Dad made a big show of helping him out to his buddies and then after Sam's turn dad went back over to the group. One man said something about Sammy's hair making him look like a girl and everyone laughed again. Another man asked dad if Sam was a Sam or a Samantha. I almost lost my shit- only I was allowed to call Sammy Samantha.
Sam kept trying to ignore it; kept focusing on the game. The guys kept drinking and Sammy and I finished bowling our frame and then we decided to go back over to the arcade to get away from the assholes. I started playing basketball and Sam took a seat on some random video game. I finished shooting and turned to see Sam sitting there silently crying. I crouched down by him and wiped his tears away and told him that everything would be okay. Sammy stopped crying, wiped the traces of tears away with his sleeve.
Dad called us back over to the table. Said we were gonna have a contest. Us against his buddies. I didn't like the sound of it but dad insisted. Of course Sam got a little nervous with all the assholes laughing and joking as he went up to bowl; the ball went down the middle but then swerved and went right into the gutter. The guys got a kick out of it, dad just growled at him and told him to get his head in the game. Sammy stepped up to go again and this time the ball went straight into the gutter. The guys laughed more and dad growled. When Sam stepped up to take his next turn dad came up behind him and grabbed him and tried to show him exactly how to stand and move his arm. Sam let go of the ball and ended up getting a perfect strike. Dad clapped him on the back a bit harder than he should have.
The game continued and when it was once again Sam's turn he stepped up and I watched as he tried to repeat the tips that dad had given him. Only he let go of the ball to early and ended up with another gutter-ball. That seemed to piss dad right off.
Dad jumped from his table and came at Sam grabbing him by his arm and pulling him aside. I was close enough to hear dad berate Sam for purposefully throwing a gutter-ball just to embarrass him in front of her friends. Then dad swatted him. It was loud but no one seemed to be paying any attention. I could tell it hurt because Sam winced hell he practically fell over from the velocity of the swat. Then dad shook him a little and told him to shape up.
I should have taken the keys from him, taken Sam away from him and just going home. Let the ass find his own way home. But Sam just fixed his face and walked back towards the lane. His next few turns were all strikes. I couldn't have been more prouder of the kid. Dad even gave the kid an attaboy. Until the last frame when Sam tripped and the ball went flying into the next lane.
Dads friends laughed, dad shouted at Sam for being clumsy. Sam started to cry and dad warned him that he was about to give the kid something to cry about. Which for some reason made Sammy cry a little harder.
I offered to take Sam home and let dad have fun with his friends but that just made dad growl at me and say that I was babying Sam. Dad told him to knock it off and ordered the both of us to sit down and shut up until he was ready to go. Someone ordered another pitcher of beer dad poured himself another one. The guys continued to b.s. as Sam and I just sat there. I was fuming, I don't think I’ve ever been so mad at my dad before. I mean I know he can be a hard-ass sometimes but he's never been an outright ass before.
Dad's friends weren't helping either. Bunch of giant ignorant bullies making fun of a little kid. One of them made another crack about Sam's hair and his squeaky voice. Sam kinda growled then, softer than dad does but a Winchester growl just the same. He stood up then and told the guy to shut up. Dad returned that with a growl of his own and told Sam to cool down and stop acting like a little baby.
I guess that was the last straw for Sam, Sam grabbed dads full glass of beer and threw it at him. Square in the face. Then Sam just said “Why don't you cool off.” and stormed away. Dad stood up, threw a few bills at the table and grab me by the back of my shirt and yanked me up, pretty much dragged me after Sam.
Sam was leaning against the car, breathing heavy. He didn't try to run or anything when he saw us coming. He just stood and waited for us to get to him. Dad jiggled the keys in his hand to unlock the door only he was more than a little drunk and he dropped them. I picked them up, he kinda came at me like he was gonna take them but he seemed to understand the look I was giving him. He let me unlock the doors and then he turned on Sam.
Sam didn't fight it he just let dad turn him to his side and plant a few solid swats. Then he opened the back door and shoved Sammy back there. The ride home was awkward to say the least, Sammy sniffling in the back, dad snoring in the passenger seat. I tried to talk to Sammy, soft and soothe like when he was little but he just told me to leave him alone. I couldn't blame him for being grumpy.
By the time we pulled up to the apartment dad was awake again. And still pissed about his wet shirt. I tried to get between the two of them but dad just pushed me to the side. He dragged Sam into the house. Sam didn't fuss at all just let himself be pulled in. Dad held the door open for me and I soon as I was inside he ordered me to the bathroom for a shower. I started to argue but dad just barked that I could be next if I didn't do what I was told. Sam whispered “It's okay Dean go.”
I hadn't even gotten the bathroom door closed before I heard the sound of hand on bare ass. I listened to see if I could hear Sammy but he wasn't making a sound. I'm not sure if that made dad more mad or what because the rhythm of the slaps became faster and louder. I quickly got into the shower and washed as fast as I could.
When I was finished I could still hear dad whaling away on Sam's ass. Sam still was being stoic. Exiting the bathroom I could see Sam over dad's lap and his but was looking redder than I'd ever seen mine. Dad was lecturing him on respect and how to behave around his elders. Dad kept asking Sam to apologize but Sam just laid there not making a sound. Dad finally gave a few solid swats and then stood him up. Sam immediately went to pull up his pants. Dad stopped him with one hand while he fiddled with his belt in the other.
Before I even had a chance to say anything to him, to stop him dad had him back over his lap and was bringing the belt down with deafening blows. Sam started crying then, and begging dad to stop but dad didn't seem to hear him. I was about to step in when dad tossed the belt down and shoved Sammy off his lap. The ordered him to get his whiny ass to bed.
Sam stood up and adjusted his pants and gave me a quick glance before running off to our room. I start to say something to dad about maybe him being to hard on him but dad just held up his hands and tells me to stuff it. I give up and turn to go see to Sammy when dad speaks again. This time he tells me to leave Sam alone, to let the kid wallow in self pity. He says I baby him and that I need to learn to let Sam grow up.
I don't say anything back to him, just storm off into our room. Sam is laying on his bed, stomach down, crying into his pillow. I went to him and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. I ended up sleeping with him that night, stayed up most of the night watching over him. I finally dozed off around midnight. When I wrote up around two Sam wasn't in bed.
I quickly got up and looked around the house for him, afraid that maybe he had run away. His clothes were still in the closet and the bathroom door was shut so I figured he was in there. I knocked on the door but he didn't answer, I knocked again and he whispered “Go away.” I'm never one to take a hint so I swung the door open. Sam wasn't sitting on the toilet. Instead he was standing in front of the mirror with his pants down. When I entered the bathroom he turned facing me, it took a second before I actually got a clear glance at his butt.
I felt like I was gonna be sick. His butt was bruised and red and swollen in some spots. Sam looked up at me and had tears in his eyes. I went to him and hugged him with all my strength. I whispered “I'm sorry” to him over and over and he told me it wasn't my fault. He shouldn't have let dad get to him like that, he said it was his fault that dad had hit him. I thought I was gonna be sick again hearing him say that. I quickly righted his pants and picked him up careful of his bruised backside. I carried him into the living room; dad was passed out on the couch. The car keys were sitting by the door.
I grabbed them without thinking and walked out the door. Sammy didn't ask where we were going, he just snuggled into my and let me carry him to the car. I gently laid him down in the backseat and told him to get some sleep. He shut his eyes and seemed to be asleep in second. I got into the drivers seat and started the car. I just started driving. At first I wasn't sure where I should go but then I realized that the car was already headed towards Bobby's.
Bobby would let us stay with him, Bobby would keep us safe and not tell dad that we were with him. Bobby would help us figure everything out.
Characters: John, Dean, and Sammy
Implement: Hand, belt
Word count: 2684
Warning/Spoilers: contains spanking of a minor; abusive
Disclaimer:just playing
So this story is a bit different than what I would normally write. I am usually a big fan of John and in this story he's kinda an ass. Actually he's a big ass. He gets a little abusive in this, if this offends you please don't read. I swear I'll make it up to all the John lovers soon.
It was supposed to be fun. At least that's what dad said. He was currently between hunts and I think it was making him a little insane or stir crazy. It's been snowing like crazy and schools been canceled a few times this week; so the three of us have been stuck in the house. Dad's been researching. Sammy's been working on some stupid school project. I've been reading magazines and cleaning a few weapons and annoying Sammy because that's one of my favorite past times.
Annoying Sammy caused a couple of scuffles and a broken lamp. Which caused dad to lose his shit a little and hand out a few well placed smacks and sent us to the corner, like little kids. Another scuffle over who got to eat the last bread stick that came with the pizza. That ended up with me and Sam being sent to bed early.
On Saturday morning the snow stopped and we could actually see across the street. Dad was so happy he whistled a tune while making breakfast. Then at a little after eleven dad announced that we need to get dressed. We were gonna go have some fun. Sam and I both exchanged looks. Dad saying we were going to do something fun could mean a myriad of things. He could want to take us hiking, or tracking or target shooting. All things that I truly enjoy except in 20 below weather.
Dad came back out of his room dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and his leather jacket so Sam and I both figured that we weren't doing any type of outdoor training exercise. Dad wouldn't say where he was taking us; just told us to get in the car.
I'm not sure who was more shocked me or Sammy; when we pulled up in front of the bowling alley. We hadn't been bowling in years. Sammy excitedly got out of the car and practically skipped to the building. I didn't skip but I might have ran. Dad laughing behind us.
The place was pretty empty so we were able to get a lane right away. Dad let us order fries and hot dogs and a pitcher of soda. Dad ordered a beer and continued to order more as we bowled. After two rounds the place had started to fill up. Dad ran into a few co-workers that he was working with at the local repair shop. Dad left us then for a bit while he went to the bar that was in the bowling alley.
Sammy and I didn't care. We were having to much fun. We took a break from bowling and headed to the little arcade and played some Ball Hop and some basketball. I won Sammy some cool shit out of one of the claw machines. But then I ran out of quarters so we headed back to our lane. Dad was sitting with the guys at the lane next to ours. He gave us a brief head nod to acknowledge us but continued talking instead of joining us.
Sammy and I started bowling again. Laughing and joking. I'm pretty good at bowling but Sammy doesn't seem to have the patience to do it. But we still had fun. That is until Sam went to bowl and the ball slipped backwards from his hands and rolled away from the lane. I chuckled a little and called him a butterfingers and Sammy just kinda ducked his head as he chased after the ball.
Dad's friends of course thought it was hilarious. They started laughing and joking around about how bad Sam was at bowling. Even dad. Sammy blushed deep but for the most part tried to ignore it. I threw a glare at dad but he didn't seem to get it.
The guys just kept laughing. I wanted to say something to them; to hit someone but Sam put his hand on my arm and motioned for me to bowl my turn. We continued to bowl and Sammy did his best to ignore the comments coming from the jackasses sitting by us. I'm not sure exactly how Sammy stayed so calm; I was boiling over and ready to go beat some old guy heads in. but Sammy just continued to bowl.
I felt bad for the kid, thought about even getting the keys away from dad and taking him home. But Sammy told me to shut up and bowl. Some how the teasing from the assholes made Sammy bowl a little bit better. That didn't get the guys to shut up. Dad had to come over and try to teach Sammy how to properly hold the ball; how to stand and so forth. That pissed Sammy off; me too because this was supposed to be fun and dad had somehow turned it into training exercise.
Dad made a big show of helping him out to his buddies and then after Sam's turn dad went back over to the group. One man said something about Sammy's hair making him look like a girl and everyone laughed again. Another man asked dad if Sam was a Sam or a Samantha. I almost lost my shit- only I was allowed to call Sammy Samantha.
Sam kept trying to ignore it; kept focusing on the game. The guys kept drinking and Sammy and I finished bowling our frame and then we decided to go back over to the arcade to get away from the assholes. I started playing basketball and Sam took a seat on some random video game. I finished shooting and turned to see Sam sitting there silently crying. I crouched down by him and wiped his tears away and told him that everything would be okay. Sammy stopped crying, wiped the traces of tears away with his sleeve.
Dad called us back over to the table. Said we were gonna have a contest. Us against his buddies. I didn't like the sound of it but dad insisted. Of course Sam got a little nervous with all the assholes laughing and joking as he went up to bowl; the ball went down the middle but then swerved and went right into the gutter. The guys got a kick out of it, dad just growled at him and told him to get his head in the game. Sammy stepped up to go again and this time the ball went straight into the gutter. The guys laughed more and dad growled. When Sam stepped up to take his next turn dad came up behind him and grabbed him and tried to show him exactly how to stand and move his arm. Sam let go of the ball and ended up getting a perfect strike. Dad clapped him on the back a bit harder than he should have.
The game continued and when it was once again Sam's turn he stepped up and I watched as he tried to repeat the tips that dad had given him. Only he let go of the ball to early and ended up with another gutter-ball. That seemed to piss dad right off.
Dad jumped from his table and came at Sam grabbing him by his arm and pulling him aside. I was close enough to hear dad berate Sam for purposefully throwing a gutter-ball just to embarrass him in front of her friends. Then dad swatted him. It was loud but no one seemed to be paying any attention. I could tell it hurt because Sam winced hell he practically fell over from the velocity of the swat. Then dad shook him a little and told him to shape up.
I should have taken the keys from him, taken Sam away from him and just going home. Let the ass find his own way home. But Sam just fixed his face and walked back towards the lane. His next few turns were all strikes. I couldn't have been more prouder of the kid. Dad even gave the kid an attaboy. Until the last frame when Sam tripped and the ball went flying into the next lane.
Dads friends laughed, dad shouted at Sam for being clumsy. Sam started to cry and dad warned him that he was about to give the kid something to cry about. Which for some reason made Sammy cry a little harder.
I offered to take Sam home and let dad have fun with his friends but that just made dad growl at me and say that I was babying Sam. Dad told him to knock it off and ordered the both of us to sit down and shut up until he was ready to go. Someone ordered another pitcher of beer dad poured himself another one. The guys continued to b.s. as Sam and I just sat there. I was fuming, I don't think I’ve ever been so mad at my dad before. I mean I know he can be a hard-ass sometimes but he's never been an outright ass before.
Dad's friends weren't helping either. Bunch of giant ignorant bullies making fun of a little kid. One of them made another crack about Sam's hair and his squeaky voice. Sam kinda growled then, softer than dad does but a Winchester growl just the same. He stood up then and told the guy to shut up. Dad returned that with a growl of his own and told Sam to cool down and stop acting like a little baby.
I guess that was the last straw for Sam, Sam grabbed dads full glass of beer and threw it at him. Square in the face. Then Sam just said “Why don't you cool off.” and stormed away. Dad stood up, threw a few bills at the table and grab me by the back of my shirt and yanked me up, pretty much dragged me after Sam.
Sam was leaning against the car, breathing heavy. He didn't try to run or anything when he saw us coming. He just stood and waited for us to get to him. Dad jiggled the keys in his hand to unlock the door only he was more than a little drunk and he dropped them. I picked them up, he kinda came at me like he was gonna take them but he seemed to understand the look I was giving him. He let me unlock the doors and then he turned on Sam.
Sam didn't fight it he just let dad turn him to his side and plant a few solid swats. Then he opened the back door and shoved Sammy back there. The ride home was awkward to say the least, Sammy sniffling in the back, dad snoring in the passenger seat. I tried to talk to Sammy, soft and soothe like when he was little but he just told me to leave him alone. I couldn't blame him for being grumpy.
By the time we pulled up to the apartment dad was awake again. And still pissed about his wet shirt. I tried to get between the two of them but dad just pushed me to the side. He dragged Sam into the house. Sam didn't fuss at all just let himself be pulled in. Dad held the door open for me and I soon as I was inside he ordered me to the bathroom for a shower. I started to argue but dad just barked that I could be next if I didn't do what I was told. Sam whispered “It's okay Dean go.”
I hadn't even gotten the bathroom door closed before I heard the sound of hand on bare ass. I listened to see if I could hear Sammy but he wasn't making a sound. I'm not sure if that made dad more mad or what because the rhythm of the slaps became faster and louder. I quickly got into the shower and washed as fast as I could.
When I was finished I could still hear dad whaling away on Sam's ass. Sam still was being stoic. Exiting the bathroom I could see Sam over dad's lap and his but was looking redder than I'd ever seen mine. Dad was lecturing him on respect and how to behave around his elders. Dad kept asking Sam to apologize but Sam just laid there not making a sound. Dad finally gave a few solid swats and then stood him up. Sam immediately went to pull up his pants. Dad stopped him with one hand while he fiddled with his belt in the other.
Before I even had a chance to say anything to him, to stop him dad had him back over his lap and was bringing the belt down with deafening blows. Sam started crying then, and begging dad to stop but dad didn't seem to hear him. I was about to step in when dad tossed the belt down and shoved Sammy off his lap. The ordered him to get his whiny ass to bed.
Sam stood up and adjusted his pants and gave me a quick glance before running off to our room. I start to say something to dad about maybe him being to hard on him but dad just held up his hands and tells me to stuff it. I give up and turn to go see to Sammy when dad speaks again. This time he tells me to leave Sam alone, to let the kid wallow in self pity. He says I baby him and that I need to learn to let Sam grow up.
I don't say anything back to him, just storm off into our room. Sam is laying on his bed, stomach down, crying into his pillow. I went to him and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. I ended up sleeping with him that night, stayed up most of the night watching over him. I finally dozed off around midnight. When I wrote up around two Sam wasn't in bed.
I quickly got up and looked around the house for him, afraid that maybe he had run away. His clothes were still in the closet and the bathroom door was shut so I figured he was in there. I knocked on the door but he didn't answer, I knocked again and he whispered “Go away.” I'm never one to take a hint so I swung the door open. Sam wasn't sitting on the toilet. Instead he was standing in front of the mirror with his pants down. When I entered the bathroom he turned facing me, it took a second before I actually got a clear glance at his butt.
I felt like I was gonna be sick. His butt was bruised and red and swollen in some spots. Sam looked up at me and had tears in his eyes. I went to him and hugged him with all my strength. I whispered “I'm sorry” to him over and over and he told me it wasn't my fault. He shouldn't have let dad get to him like that, he said it was his fault that dad had hit him. I thought I was gonna be sick again hearing him say that. I quickly righted his pants and picked him up careful of his bruised backside. I carried him into the living room; dad was passed out on the couch. The car keys were sitting by the door.
I grabbed them without thinking and walked out the door. Sammy didn't ask where we were going, he just snuggled into my and let me carry him to the car. I gently laid him down in the backseat and told him to get some sleep. He shut his eyes and seemed to be asleep in second. I got into the drivers seat and started the car. I just started driving. At first I wasn't sure where I should go but then I realized that the car was already headed towards Bobby's.
Bobby would let us stay with him, Bobby would keep us safe and not tell dad that we were with him. Bobby would help us figure everything out.