Sam almost had the gun off the wall when suddenly his Mom walked in and his eyes widened. He winced at the sharp tone and squirmed when he was picked up and then set on the floor. "But Mooom...I'm bored and I wasn't gonna shoot anything alive with it..." he told her with a small pout.
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John growled when his oldest son threw the controller on the floor. "Dean Winchester!" he barked, grabbing the boy's upper arm and giving his small bottom three hard smacks with his firm hand. "You don't throw things around, now get the trash and take it out. After what ya just did, yer grounded from yer game console today."
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