A Father's Care (theyoungestangelcastiel)

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To say that thirteen year old Dean Winchester was a sensitive young man was a complete understatement. Often having difficulties controlling his emotions, most situations rife with tension and stress had left the oldest Winchester child in tears, sometimes a lot more than just that. At his worst, Dean was a bawling mess, exhibiting tantrum-esque behaviors more fitting for a much younger child. Though, it really seemed to be a thing that got better as he grew older; he was most certainly getting stronger, having worked often on hardening himself to troubling situations, but he wasn't quite there just yet. Dean had felt he was at least somewhat good at hiding his emotions, especially from his little brother, but his father could always see right through him, every single time.

It had been less than a year since his thirteenth birthday and even less time since his father took him on his first hunting trip, and tonight, Dean made a huge mistake that had nearly cost him his life.

Dean's father had instructed him on exactly what he was supposed to do. This particular job they were hunting a werewolf in Sioux Falls, and Dean was meant to stay back while his father took care of the werewolf. It had been too dangerous for Dean to have followed, yet it was his stubborn demeanor that had made him completely disregard those orders, and after nearly five wasted silver bullets and a monster that had nearly torn the teenager to shreds, Dean was a complete mess, seated in the passenger seat of the Impala. He couldn't even look at his dad, purely out of shame and the fact that tears had been pooling in exhausted green eyes. They would have to go back to Bobby's to pick up his eight year old brother, and while he absolutely loved Bobby, he wasn't sure if he could calm down to avoid worrying Sam.

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To say John was displeased would be the understatement of the century. Of all the times to disobey him, Dean had chosen possibly the most dangerous one. But despite his own anger and disappointment, John knew his boy well enough to see those same emotions in his emerald eyes, the only difference being that those feelings were directed at himself. John couldn't have that. He loved his son too much to let him destroy himself this way. Without a word, John put Baby into gear and drove a few miles off. Soon John came to a deserted bit of road and pulled over, looking over at his son. He knew Dean would be miserable if he made him wait for his spanking, not to mention how difficult it would be on him for Sam to see him cry. No...he couldn't do that, so there they were. John sighed and looked at his son, patting his lap. No words needed to be spoken, the child knew what he did wrong. It was time for punishment now.

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Deep in thought about the reckless and potentially fatal actions that he had taken tonight, Dean stared out the window with silent tears slipping down his freckled cheeks, and the multitude of snot beginning to drip from his nose. Dean's body began to shake with quiet sobs and he slowly lowered his head to rest on his knees, burying his tear-stained face into his jeans. The tears and snot seeped into the material, but Dean didn't care.

The young teenager was mostly focused on controlling himself. Come on, he was thirteen years old now, he was no longer a child in his and his father's opinions and he needed to start acting like it, but he just couldn't help it. He never could help it. Dean had known exactly what was coming to him; it was almost as if he was already feeling his dad's hard-ass hand coming down on his bare butt and he knew very well that he had deserved it, though the anticipation was making it harder to hold back the ugliest of his emotions.

Feeling the Impala slow to a complete stop as John pulled over to the side of a deserted road, Dean lifted his head from his knees, finally making eye contact with his father for the first time since John had rescued him from being torn to shreds by the werewolf. Seeing his dad pat his lap and give him that firm expectant look, Dean unbuckled his seat belt, his bottom lip quivering as he moved closer to his dad, not willingly lying across the man's knee. Wiping his tears away with the back of his hand, Dean tried to put on his brave face, though John could see right through that one, too.

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It broke John's heart to see the boy this way, but he couldn't let this slide...no...he would not lose Dean like he lost Mary. Especially not to some supernatural dogfaced monster. So with a heavy yeart, John took his son by rhe wist and looked into his eyes before pulling the child over his lap. He reached beneath his son to undo his jeans before peeling them, along with his batman boxers, baring the young man's bottom before him. It filled him with sorrow as he thought of how normal this position felt. Some boys don't learn theur lesson the first time...or the twelfth. He sighed deeply and raised a hand before bringing it down with a mighty thwack on the upturned bottom, a loud slap ringing through the metal unterior of the impala.

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Dean had known better than to argue or put up a fight, so when his father grasped his wrist and pulled him right over his knee, Dean complied with a little sniffle and a squirm of discomfort.

John would very rarely deliver a spanking upon his boys' clothed bottoms other than a few firm reminder swats. Instinctively, Dean threw his hands back in an attempt to pull his pants back up, although that often made things a lot worse for him, and looking over his shoulder, he gave his dad the most whimpery puppy-dog-eyed look that he could muster. It normally didn't faze the man.

Crying out and beginning to weep pitifully at the first spank that rained down on his unprotected backside, Dean had done yet another thing that could potentially make things worse for himself. Purely by reflex, he protected his bottom with his hands, rubbing at the sting that the first hard spank had left in its wake. Dean very normally didn't handle spankings well at all, even though they happened quite frequently.

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Almost if on cue, Deans smaller hands flew back to cover his mark. The song and dance was always the same and John knew it well. So wordlessly, he grabbed the hands and pinned them to the small of his back with one, swattimg fiercely with yhe other as punishment for blocking. He then settled back into the steady, all tok familiar rhythm, swatting from left to right to middle and so on. After he had gotten an even shade of light pink, John cleared his throat and spoke "Why are we here Johnathan Dean Winchester? " his tone was even with a slight edge to it

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It came as no surprise when his father grabbed both of his hands and pinned them to the small of his back, and as that hard punishing hand came down on his bare rear end, Dean pulled at the grip that his father held on him. Choking out a few sobs rife with frustration, Dean kicked at the seat, tears flowing freely now with no chance of stopping.

At the use of the dreaded full name usage, Dean squirmed and kicked as if he were going into one of his usual tantrums. This was always one of the worst parts of a hard spanking from his dad. Dean knew exactly what he had done, yet he couldn't bring himself to admit what had happened, and the only response the expectant father would receive would be a painful wail. This was quite the usual for Dean, however, John had ways to make his oldest son talk.

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John held the boy firm agaunst his side, using the stearing wheel as well to keep his bottom still enough to administer punishment. When he heard his son's nin verbal answer, he frowned. It was to be expected, but that didn't mean it wasn't frustrating. So John repeated himself "Johnathan Dean i asked you a question." His tone was sterner

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Dean had to calm himself down enough to the point where he could give his dad some kind of an answer, not wanting to upset him further. Breathing in deeply and letting out every breath slowly, Dean steadied his breathing and sniffled. "I-I didn't, I didn't listen... I was... Was supposed to s-stay in the Impala b-but I ...I grabbed a gun and tried to... tried to help..." he choked out, another sob following.

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John listened to the answer Dean gave and nodded, pleased with it. "That's right young man. And why was that a stupid thing to do?" He asked, increasing his pace slightly