Twist and Shout {VulcanSpock}

[W1nchester]

Dean cuddled close to his dad, seriously loving the comfort of just being held. He sighed deeply. "But I'm twenty six..." He sort of whined at the part about not being judged. "I shouldn't be stupid enough to get spankin's in the first place..." He said with a sad sigh, before his dad patted his little bare butt and told him to get his PJs on.

"Aww, but dad... It's only ten..." He whined, now pouting at his father.

***

"There are healthier things to do to cope with stress instead of drinking." Sammy said, voice absolutely resolute. Then he shook his head at what he had to say. "No, Cas. Absolutely not. I'd never forgive you." He said, frowning. He took Cas' hand and stroked it gently.

Then Cas seemed surprised at what he had to say and Sammy just shook his head. "Not all the time. Sometimes Dean spanks me. I had a girlfriend that was into it as a punishment thing." He said. "So if you deserve it, I'm really not against putting you across my knee."

Sammy then frowned a little bit, leaning closer to Cas with concern in his eyes. "Maybe it is what you need, Cas... Everyone always feels better after it... I mean... I had to spank Dean once. Well, a couple times, but the only time I can name is when he was feeling really guilty about something he doesn't want me to tell anyone--but the point is that he felt really guilty and I spanked him, told him it was gonna be okay, and then he felt better afterwards and we don't talk about it anymore..."

He sat down on one of their chairs and looked at him. "Look at me, Cas." He said, voice loving, but firm. "Do you want that? Do you want me to spank the guilt away?"

[KingCrowley]

John smiled, "Y'aint stupid, son." he told him fondly, "Yer an idiot, but y'aint stupid." he laughed and helped him up, giving his red bubble butt a nice pat and he gave it a firmer pat when Dean protested it was only ten. "I didn't say ya had to go to bed, Dean." he said firmly. "But I can arrange that if ya wanna argue with me." he added and waited for Dean to decide what to do with those options. He hoped Dean would comply, because John wanted to spend the night with his son, and then likely pass out on the sofa bed with him around one in the morning.

"And that means without the hot cocoa." he added, in case Dean was wondering and John hoped that would be enough incentive to do as he was told.

***

Castiel sighed deeply when Sam told him that he'd never forgive him if he killed himself when he died. "But I cannot live without you Sammy..." he felt the need to point out but he did feel more secure when Sam stroked his hand. Sam always made him feel so much calmer. He listened to him explain that he'd spank Dean to make him feel better, and the now human thought it over in his head. The thought of going over his boyfriend's knee was embarrassing but maybe it would make him feel better.

He stared down at the table, but set his blue gaze on Sam when he told him to look at him. At his question, Castiel sighed out of his nose and somehow made himself nod. "Yes please, Sam." he answered, reaching for his hand again. He knew Sam wouldn't hurt him, but watching Sam's spankings before reminded him how painful they really were.

[W1nchester]

"That doesn't make any sense." Dean pointed out when his father said he was an idiot, but not stupid. He whined as his bottom was patted, and he squirmed when it was patted even more firmly. "No sir. I'll go." He sighed, pulling up his boxers but kicking off his jeans, because there was no way he was going to put those back on again tonight.

"Not the hot cocoa!" He said in mock exasperation, making a show of hurrying to his room and nearly tripping himself trying to get into his pajama pants. He snorted at his own stupidity, shaking his head. He slowly slipped on a pair of old gray baggy sweatpants that used to belong to his dad in his old Marine days. He snorted and peeled off his shirt, putting on yet another passed on article of clothing--a Rumours album shirt from the band Fleetwood Mac where his dad went to the concert.

He headed out a few minutes later and headed to the kitchen. "Hey dad, you used ta be all lean and fit like me, right? When should I start worrying about 'filling out'?" He asked, a big teasing grin on his face. It was all in good fun, as usual.

***

"You can." Sam said firmly, reaching forward to capture Castiel's lips in a kiss. And he pulled back slowly. "I know you can." He sighed and then began his story, and awaited an answer. He smiled when Castiel agreed.

"Let's head to our bedroom, then." He said, putting a hand around Castiel's waist, walking with him to their bedroom, rubbing his side. He led him in and closed their door before letting go. He stripped off the hoodie he was wearing, a thin blue T-shirt underneath. He turned to Castiel and took his trench coat off, along with his suit jacket, tossing them on the dresser. Then he took off his tie and set that aside, too.

He pulled the previous angel to the bed, sitting down and guiding him to straddle his lap for the moment. He pulled Castiel's head down to kiss him passionately for a few moments, running his hands down his back to cup his ass and rub and knead it for a few moments.

"You're positive, Castiel? You trust me to punish you, but not abuse you, correct?" He asked. "If it makes you feel better, use our safewords if you feel like you need it."

They used a standard green-yellow-red. Green meaning continue, yellow meaning uncomfortable and to hold on, and red meaning to stop until further notice.

[KingCrowley]

John laughed, "It does make sense, because I say it makes sense." he told his son and snorted as he watched him race up the stairs and almost kill himself over a mug of hot cocoa. "Damn kid." he said fondly before moving into the kitchen and making the hot drinks, adding whipped cream, marshmallows and chocolate shavings to it because otherwise it was a pretty crap hot chocolate.

He looked over as Dean came back in the room, and he playfully, gently swatted his sore but, "Cheeky brat." he grunted but knew it was all in good fun, "I aint fillin' out, I'm just big boned and muscled, thanks to all that huntin'." he told his boy and then looked at him, pretending he had a big belly. "Oh I dunno Dean, maybe you should start dieting before ya can't see yer toes." he teased him, grabbing him into a playful head lock.

"So how about we watch a movie tonight and get the sofa bed out?" He asked, wondering if Dean would like that idea.

***

Castiel nodded his head and allowed Sam to lead him to their bedroom, it was still an odd thought to know that he was going to get a spanking from his boyfriend, it felt sort of surreal. He watched him strip off with a slightly hungry look in his tired, bloodshot blue eyes and allowed his boyfriend to remove some of his clothing. He sat down on Sam's lap when he was pulled down onto it, and returned the kiss, swirling his tongue with Sam's and moaning because it felt good. Especially with Sam's hands fondling his bottom. "S-Sam.." he breathed, wanting more but knew that they couldn't yet.

"Yes Sam...I trust you with my life, and that includes my bottom." He told him seriously and shook his head, "I know you will not hurt me beyond being sore...I do not feel the need to use the safe words." he assured him, standing up from his lap. "John spanks you ...bare bottomed...would you like me to bare my own?" he asked.

[W1nchester]

Dean grunted as his dad swatted his butt, hands reaching back to rub his sore backside. "Owwwww. The only thing muscled about you is your stupid hand." He said with a snort and a smirk, before hungrily reaching for his hot cocoa before his dad suddenly got him in a headlock. He laughed.

"Bones don't grow like that." He pointed out, before trying to find a way to look up at him. "And yeah, that sounds fun, if I can get my hot cocoa anytime soon!" He said, chuckling again. "You should make popcorn, too!"

***

Sammy closed his eyes as Castiel practically tongue-fucked his mouth--and quickly had to brush that though away. He owed Castiel this spanking. Once he was done alleviating his guilt, then they could play.

He smiled as Castiel said he trusted him with his life, and his bottom. "Alright, Cas." He agreed, watching him as he stood up. "That's right." He said, voice taking on a more stern quality. "Kick off your pants and underwear. You're not going to be wearing those again tonight. And take off that shirt while you're at it." He added.

[KingCrowley]

John smirked and let Dean out of the head lock, then handed him his hot cocoa. "Just keep diggin' yerself a bigger hole, Dean'O." he grinned and nodded when he mentioned popcorn. "Alright, alright, but you gotta get out the sofa bed." he told him before the grabbing the pop corn and putting it in the microwave. He sipped some of his hot chocolate and when the popcorn was done, he joined Dean in the sitting room.

"Alright, pick us a movie to watch, how about a horror?" John suggested, getting out the big double cover and pillows so him and his boy were going to be nice and snug while they watched their movie. "Oh...how about the conjuring? I remember when you two were younger. Sam peed his pants and you kept crying at night." he chuckled.

***

Cas gave Sam a slight grin when he told him to take off his pants and underwear and that he wasn't going to be wearing them again tonight. Castiel had pretty much made a commitment to stay with Sam, he'd given up heaven and his grace for him, so yeah...why shouldn't they have a fun, intimate night? He pulled his belt loose and took off his slacks and boxers, placing them neatly on the dresser, and then he took his shirt off too.

"Is that alright?" He asked, wearing nothing but his socks and his shoes as he went over to Sam, standing naked before him. "Are you just going to use your hand, baby?" he asked, looking into his eyes.

[W1nchester]

Dean snorted. "Fine." He agreed, taking his cocoa and setting it down on the table, pulling out the sofa bed and aligning it properly before looking to his dad. "Horror? Figured ya were more the romantic comedy type." Dean laughed, grabbing his drink and taking a few big gulps, able to lick the whipped cream off his nose because his tongue was just long enough to do so.

"Ugh. Shut up, that movie sucked." He laughed, taking another drink. "We should watch a comedy. We should watch Ferris Bueller!" He said with a grin. "He's where I get all my tricks." He said, nodding.

***

Sammy took off his belt when Castiel stripped down, setting it to the side of him. He wasn't sure if he was going to use it or not. He figured it would depend on how Castiel behaved during the spanking. Sammy returned the grin. "Naughty." Was all he said in response to him.

Then Cas came back over, and he grinned a bit again. "You should kick those off too." He said, gesturing to his shoes and socks. "And probably just my hand. It depends on how you act if I break out my belt or not." He explained.

Then he patted his lap, sternness enveloping him. "Come lay over my knee, Castiel. I'm going to hold your legs down with my other leg in case you kick a bunch. I'm also going to hold your hand back, just in case." He said firmly.

[KingCrowley]

John groaned playfully at that, "Now there's a brat who needs a spanking, and I bet his friend got it for destroying that car...man, that was a nice car." he felt the need to point out and then grabbed Dean by the waist, pulling him to lay down with him. It was cold outside so it wasn't like they were going to over heat. John aligned Dean so he was half on his lap and he held him close in a comfortable position. "Alright, I'll put it on Netflix." he said in defeat, using the remote to do that and he put the movie on.

John put the popcorn to the side of them so that they could both easily reach it, and then for the heck of it, John pressed a kiss to Dean's head. "I missed this...y'know...spending time with ya, this is nice, huh?"

***

Castiel got a bit worried when he saw Sam taking off his belt, he remembered how Sam would cry and cry when John used the belt on him. He neared Sam a little more slowly than he first intended and then nodded, taking off his shoes and socks so he was completely naked. He asked if he was going to use his hand and then made a small whimpering noise. "Please do not use the belt, Sammy..." he pleaded softly.

Then his boyfriend patted his lap and Cas took a deep breath before then laying over it, allowing Sam to trap his legs and pin his hand back. He was getting a bad feeling, what if this was more painful than he anticipated? And how much would he be able to take if he was human now?

[W1nchester]

Dean snorted. "No way. Ferris was the coolest of cool! But Cameron? Yeah, I'd totally buy that his dad whooped him." Dean said, nodding his head before stealing a glance at his dad. "If I ever broke Baby like that, would it be an ass ta ankle thing? Or just a belting?" He decided to ask--because he was genuinely curious. Then his dad pulled him down and he snuggled up next to him shamelessly.

He looked up as his dad kissed him on the top of his head. He gave a nice smile. "Yeah. Very nice." He agreed, burying his face in his dad's shoulder for a few moments before turning towards the TV.

***

Sammy saw the hesitancy in Castiel's movements and he frowned. Castiel still trusted him, right? He really wasn't going to hurt him, and he wanted him to accept this. He sighed at what he had to say. "I wont, as long as you behave." He said.

Then Castiel bent over his lap and he got him into a secure position. For the moment, he let his hand rub over the pale, shaky bottom presented to him. "Tell me why I'm going to spank you, baby." He said softly.

[KingCrowley]

John returned Dean's snort, "He still shoulda got his ass whooped." he answered and then nodded, "I kinda liked Cameron, poor kid got bullied inta takin' the car." he said with a shake of his head and then looked down at his son when he mentioned their Impala. "If it was an accident, I'd belt'cha. If it was on purpose, I'd whip ya ass to ankle." he answered honestly and hugged Dean close, smiling when he agreed that it was nice. It would also be nice to sleep with Dean again, like he used to when the boy was little.

They'd fall asleep on the sofa together while Mary was busy with Sam. Actually when Sam was born, he spent more time with Dean because Sam needed Mary more at that time. John remembered how much he missed those times. How his little baby had grown up, still as cheeky as ever.

***

Castiel did still trust Sam, he was just worried that it was going to hurt much more than he anticipated. "Okay Sam..." he answered when he said he wouldn't use the belt as long as he behaved and Cas felt like that was fair enough. He lowered himself over Sam's lap and groaned when he felt him rubbing his naked ass. How was he not meant to get turned on by this?

"Because I felt guilty for my actions, and said things that upset you..." he answered respectfully and hung his head, "Please punish me for my wrong doings, Sam." he added, thinking that it might help knowing that Cas accepted his punishment.