Don't You Worry, Child (VulcanSpock)

[W1nchester]

Dean sort of hung back and watched as his dad handled the situation. Jude whimpered as he was picked up, some shards of glass still in his arm, but nothing too big and harmful. Most of it only got through his jacket and not his skin, which was good. "'m okay..." Jude mumbled to his dad.

Sammy gulped as he was pulled into his father's embrace, and he hugged his father, flinching a bit as he asked if there was something that he wanted to tell him. He quickly shook his head in answer. "No sir." He answered, and even Dean frowned because he could see right through him.

But he also saw Jude looking guilty as well, and he tilted his head a bit, pondering what Sam could have done that made even Jude not want to tell their dad.

[KingCrowley]

John quickly removed all the pieces of glass from his baby boy and ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair gently. "Good." he answered when the boy told him he was okay and then he noticed both his younger kids seemed to look very guilty and John did not like being kept in the dark about it. "Okay, out with it." he ordered sternly. "The hell are you two lookin' so damn guilty about? And that means I wanna know NOW, right this second!" he barked at the two of them. Sometimes his tone alone was worse than the slaps he'd administer to his boys bottoms, and he knew that.

"Or I swear, yer both gonna get extra!" he warned, wanting an explanation and wanting that explanation there and then. They were both already in serious trouble for the fighting, John planned to use his belt on Sam and the strap on Jude, just because he was a little younger and Sammy was older, he had plenty of experience with the belt, but Jude didn't have so much experience with it.

Maybe one or two encounters.

[W1nchester]

Both of the younger boys looked at each other and then immediately to the floor when their daddy ordered them to admit what they looked so damn guilty about. Sam felt like he was going to be sick. Jude just looked like he was super nervous--which he was. The boys jumped at the tone, but held out until John warned them with extra smacks.

Sammy looked up slowly... "Sir..."

Jude squeaked, "Sammy..." Sammy looked at him sadly. "I'll be okay, Jude..."

The sixteen-year old cleared his throat and looked up at his dad with tears building in his eyes again. "Sir... I... I..." He cleared his throat. "I... stepped on his shoelace..." He whispered, looking down at his hands. "An' when... he fell... I begged him not ta tell you..." He said, bracing himself for some seriously painful smacks to his backside. He was worried that he might get ass-to-ankle for this. He did end up hurting Jude anyways. And now they needed a new window.

[KingCrowley]

John looked at Sam when he started explaining and then frowned when he heard what he had to say, "Sam, I'm surprised at'cha." he told him, voice laden with clear disappointment, because he was disappointed with his son, "How could ya hurt yer brother like that!?" he growled, the anger growing inside him even as Sam began to cry. "I raised you better!" he barked and slapped his ass, just once but it was incredibly powerful and was sure to be incredibly painful. "The money fer the window's comin' out yer allowance and yer gettin' another spankin' at bed time! You do NOT EVER hurt your brothers on purpose. That goes for the lotta ya!"

He then let go of Jude and got to his feet, since he'd been kneeling. "Samuel Winchester get yer ass over that bed, bare and propped up!" he ordered and then turned to Jude, "You get yer ass in that corner, hands on yer head, no talkin!" he growled and then turned to Dean, "And you, get yer ass outta here! This aint no show, Dean." he told him, pointing out the door and then he closed it when Dean was gone. John then unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from around his waist with that spine chilling whooshing sound.

He doubled the leather over in his strong hand and strode toward his son, "Sam, yer gonna get it ass to ankle, don'tcha dare move or block." he told him, tone hard.

[W1nchester]

Sammy whimpered. "I d-di'n't m-mean to..." He began to cry, not because he knew how bad this was going to hurt, but because he genuinely felt bad for hurting Jude. He really, truly didn't mean to! He choked on his sob as his dad smacked his ass damn hard, and nodded quickly. "Y-Yessiiir!" He said pitifully, and when he was ordered to, he jumped up to his feet and moved his dad's pillows to the edge of the bed, bared his entire lower half, kicking off his jeans and blue boxers, before draping himself over the pillows and pushing his ass out as best he could for his dad.

Jude sniffled at seeing Sam lose it. He didn't think his dad was being fair. He wasn't mad at Sammy. He knew that his big brother had no idea that he'd stumble forward a few paces before crashing into the window! It was an accident! But he still scooted to the corner and placed his hands on his head.

Dean's mouth dropped at his dad. Why was he getting yelled at? He didn't do anything! He dared to glare at his father before stomping out of the room and going to the kitchen, noticing the burnt pancakes. He turned the burner off and turned towards the stairs, calling out, "Hey, asshole! Your fucking pancakes are burnt!" Because he figured he'd be too wrapped up in whooping Sam's poor ass to hear. The eighteen year old then grumbled and went about salvaging breakfast.

Sammy heard Dean and his eyes widened a bit, and he immediately tried to just distract his dad. "Y-Yessir. I w-won't move or bl-block. 'm s-so sorry..." He whimpered.

[KingCrowley]

John had no idea it had been an accident and he groaned and rubbed his face, "Next time, tell me that before I get mad!" he snapped at Sam and sighed, going to his son and pulling him up off of the bed to face him, "Since it was an accident, I aint gonna whip ya ass to ankle, give ya an extra spankin' or make ya pay for the window." he told him, since John knew that would just be beyond unfair and his son didn't deserve it. "I love ya Sammy, y'know I'd never punish ya unless y'earned it. Same goes fer you, Jude." he told him and then kissed his son's head.

"Let's get this over with. Sixteen with the belt Sam." he told him, picking his belt up again and then he heard Dean's words, and honestly, John saw red. "Wait. Here." he told his two boys deathly seriously and then he stormed out of the room and downstairs, "DEAN WINCHESTER!" He barked, striding up to the teen and giving him one hell of a pop to the mouth. "Y'care to repeat that, BOY?!" He dared him, glaring right down at him and being as intimidating as was humanly possible.

Oh he was going to whoop Dean so hard, no way in hell was his son going to speak to him like that and get away with it. Nope, no way in hell.

[W1nchester]

Sammy hiccuped as John picked him up off the bed. "Y-You were t-too mad..." He said softly, sniffling. He was immediately relieved when well over half of his punishment was taken away. He threw his arms around his dad and hugged him tight, sooooo relieved. "I know, dad." He sighed, wiping at his eyes and Jude looked over his shoulder and nodded his head too, since he wasn't supposed to talk.

Sam was even more relieved when his dad told him he was going to get the standard sixteen, one lick for each year he had been alive. "Y-Yes, sir." He agreed, before Dean called up the stairs and Sammy saw his father seriously change from mildly irritated to absolutely livid. Sam thought for a moment maybe their dad would just explode. Then he ordered them to wait, and both boys nodded, looking pale.

Dean nearly leapt out of his skin when he heard his name being yelled. He turned around just in time to see his dad's hard hand flying at his face. He went wide-eyed because he thought for a moment maybe his dad was seriously going to punch him straight in the face, even though he had promised to never do that. His worst fear was canceled, however, as a familiar sting came over his mouth.

"Jesus Christ!" Dean exclaimed, both hands going to his mouth, having never been popped that hard by his dad. He didn't think that it was undeserved, however, he knew he had earned it. He looked up to see his dad barely inches from him, and it took all of his willpower to stay rooted in one spot. He shook his head, hands still rubbing his burning mouth. "No, sir..."

[KingCrowley]

John spent a few moments hugging his Sam, letting him know he wasn't mad over an accident since it was something that couldn't be helped, furthermore Sam felt bad about it anyways and knew he'd done wrong so what was the point in punishing him for something he already regretted? He then laid Sam back over the bed, but was distracted when Dean called that up to him. And he was livid. He stormed down, popped Dean hard in the mouth and dared him to repeat it.

"Damn right 'no sir'." he growled and took his upper arm. "Y'ever ...and I mean EVER dare speak ta me like that again, yer gonna get yer ass whooped every night for a month." he threatened, and though it was extreme, it was something John Winchester would definitely follow through on. He then hauled Dean over the arm of the sofa and whipped down his jeans and boxers, baring his ass. "Yer gonna get a whoopin' now and then yer gettin' a whoopin tonight and tomorra morning, and we'll just see if ya still feel brave enough to say that to me!"

He grabbed his belt, doubled it over and then started slamming it into Dean's ass.

[W1nchester]

Dean winced as his dad grabbed his upper arm and threatened to whoop Dean every night for a month if he absolutely ever dared to speak to him like that again. Though, the defiance hadn't been kicked out of Dean just yet. "You've been making me feel bad all morning!" He defended himself. "You keep snapping at me for stuff I didn't even do! You keep yellin' at me 'cause you're cranky!" He growled, before he was thrown over the arm of the sofa, his ass being bared. He didn't move out of position, however. He knew he still deserved a spanking, but didn't think his dad should be so harsh.

"Fine! Maybe I just won't ever talk to you again and then you'll have no reason to get mad at me!" Dean said childishly, flinching at the first smack of the belt, but then forced himself to still.

[KingCrowley]

John blew out a frustrated breath, he thought over the morning and sighed, Dean had actually helped him out a hell of a lot and he had pretty much been snapping at him all day, but even so, he shouldn't have spoken to him like that. "Dean, y'know my anger aint directed at'cha, I'm in a damn bad mood, and y'know how I am when I'm like that." he told him, putting the belt aside and pulling Dean up to look into his eyes. "I appreciate everythin' you've done fer me today...and for your brothers...I mean I dunno what I'd do without'cha son..."

He sighed and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry I been yelling at'cha. But y'can't speak to me like that Dean, no matter the circumstances, it's plain rude and disrespectful, an' ya know it." he told him firmly, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning. "Yer gettin' twenty from the belt fer it, and a paddlin' at bedtime." he told him and gestured for him to go back over the arm of the sofa.