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**W1nchester** · June 27th, 2015, 12:52 AM

Dean Winchester, upon turning eighteen, bought himself a bowl--for marijuana. It was bright pink. Blown glass. Fucking expensive, but worth it. He was locked away in his own room at Bobby's house--Sam was out doing chores because he pissed the old grump off. Dad was getting groceries and would come home soon. Bobby was watching Sam on the porch. Dean had opened up one of the windows and he lit it up, puffing quickly, holding it in, then blowing it out. He could feel his muscles liquidating, like seriously.

"Fucking great..." He hummed happily to himself. Well, until footsteps came towards his bedroom and he panicked, quickly jamming the bowl into his pocket--the weed spilling out a bit and it burned into his jean pockets. He quickly just crossed his arms over his chest and pretended like he had fallen asleep sitting up, like he normally did. Whoever it was... he really hoped it wasn't his dad. And he really hoped they didn't smell the weed...

Bobby was lounging out on the porch, watching Sam mow his seemingly endless lawn. "Y'can have lemonade after y'finish the front lawn." Bobby called out to the little guy, John Winchester stomping up his porch steps. Bobby looked over to him. "Take yer shoes off, they're covered in dirt." Bobby scolded lightly. "Sammy just mopped."

**KingCrowley** · June 27th, 2015, 12:57 AM

If there was one thing Sam Winchester hated, it was doing chores. He rolled his eyes with his back to Bobby when he told him that he could have some Lemonade after he finished the front lawn. The fourteen year old shot a glare at his uncle and shook his head, "I'm not doing anymore! I've done chores all day and Dean's done nothing!" he explained, thinking that was so unfair. "I'm going to the town!" he turned off the lawn mower and headed out of the garden and down the road, passing his Father along the way.

John frowned a bit, "Where are ya goin' Sammy?" he asked but just got a grunt in return. He sighed and walked onto the porch, smirking. "Had Sammy doing chores all day huh?" he asked and took off his shoes. "Is Dean in his room, I got him something from the store." he then headed upstairs, but he caught the smell of something....familiar.

His eyes widened and he opened the door, "What'cha been doing in here, boy?"

**W1nchester** · June 27th, 2015, 01:03 AM

Bobby growled at Sammy when he yelled that he wasn't doing anymore, because he had been doing chores all day and Dean had done nothing. "Well, y'were the one who decided to talk back to me boy, so you're the one who gets to do th' chores today!" Bobby yelled right back at him, before getting up to his feet as he said he was going to the town. "No you ain't, little boy." Bobby called, looking at John when he came up the steps. "Yeah." He grumbled in response to John's question. "Yeah, he's up in his room." He said, before heading after Sammy.

"Boy, you take one more step and yer gettin' licks from my belt!" Bobby warned the kid as he advanced.

Dean startled a bit as John opened the door--feigning sleepiness. He yawned loudly and stretched out, blinking a few times. He looked over his dad and paused as his father asked his question. Shit. Could he smell it..? Probably because it was still fucking burning in his pocket... "Uh... I was takin' a nap, sir. Bobby's got Sam doin' all these chores. So I was bored and decided to get a few more hours." He said. "Why, what's up?"

**KingCrowley** · June 27th, 2015, 01:11 AM

Sammy frowned and shook his head though he did stop when Bobby warned him about taking one more step, "You're working me to death! My hands are covered in blisters, I learned my lesson, okay?" he asked and stuffed his sore hands into his pockets, trying to soothe them. "You gave me all the hard chores too...like mowing the incredibly long lawn, cleaning out the scrap metal...I got a cut on my hand for that..." he explained and pouted some.

"Can't I be done now? Please Uncle Bobby?"

John could definitely smell weed and he was not happy when Dean seemed to feign innocence like that. "Dean Winchester, I aint stupid." he growled, marching forward and taking the drugs out of his son's pockets. His eyes flashed red with anger and he sent a death glare at his son, holding the drugs in his hand, "What. Are. These?" he asked his son, tone low and scary, promising pain in their wake.

**W1nchester** · June 27th, 2015, 10:49 PM

Bobby frowned at the boy as he claimed he was being worked to death. "No ya aint." Bobby said plainly--back when he was a boy he was expected to keep this ENTIRE place spotless or his daddy would whoop him good with his belt. "The blisters will heal, boy." Bobby said to him, shaking his head as the boy went on to say that he cut his hand. "If ya had told me you cut yer hand, I woulda bandaged it up." The grizzly hunter sighed, shaking his head.

"Sammy, ya aint even finished the front lawn. I'll let'cha take a break though. Y'know I'm only making ya do it because I didn't wanna hafta whip your little butt. Y'know that, right?"

Dean whined when his dad said that he wasn't stupid, coming forth and grabbing him and snatching the bowl out of his pocket, Dean squirming away--he was strong enough to sometimes overpower his daddy--and standing clear on the other side of the room. He gulped as his daddy inspected the bowl, demanding to know what those were.

"Uhh... Ummm..." He stammered, looking at the floor. "Umm... I... I bought... it... on my birthday..." Dean explained slowly. "'Cause it's legal here... and... and I'm legal age to... smoke it... it was only once, dad..."

**KingCrowley** · June 27th, 2015, 11:07 PM

Sammy sighed a bit, "If someone told me that I was gonna be doing chores all weekend, I wouldn't have been so excited to see you..." he told him sadly and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "I haven't seen you in months and I didn't want it to be like this. I know I mouthed off n' I'm sorry..." he told him and looked a little hopeful when he said he could take a break.

"Can't we forget the chores and spend some time together before I have to go tomorrow, Uncle Bobby?" he then nodded sadly, "Yeah...I know."

John narrowed his eyes at his boy when he squirmed away, John raising his hand and slapping his son's thigh firmly, "Cut it out." he growled and then looked over the bowl and demanded to know what it was. "You bought it...DEAN it's still illegal!" he snapped and then rolled his eyes, "I don't care if it was just the once, boy!" he told him and snagged him up by his ear, "Or if it's legal. I don't want'cha smoking this kinda crap! I warned you and Sammy about this over and over again, aint I?"

**W1nchester** · June 28th, 2015, 12:14 AM

Dean yelped as his dad smacked his thigh--he had been wearing some khaki shorts and they were riding up a bit and his dad used that to his advantage, smacking him on bare skin. He also wasn't wearing a shirt because the summer sun was being down hard in Sioux Falls, and he really wished he was somewhere else--somewhere snowy because then he'd be wearing layers upon layers and his dad's hand wouldn't hurt so bad. Dean sighed as his dad said that it was still illegal. "Nuh uh! Not in South Dakota!" He told him, before yelping as his ear was snatched, the young man grabbing at his dad's hand to try and alleviate the pain that that had caused.

"But... But daaaad." He whined, moving his hands back to his bottom to cover it. "Y-Yes sir, you did warn us, but... but I'm an adult now..." He said, the young man hadn't been spanked since he had turned eighteen--for some reason now thinking that he just couldn't get into trouble. "So... um... you can't spank me..."

**KingCrowley** · June 28th, 2015, 12:27 AM

John figured it was just luck that Dean wasn't wearing many layers, since he was able to smack his son's bare skin and leave a searing mark in it's wake. He growled and twisted his son's ear slightly so it would make him more inclined to listen to what he had to say rather than arguing against everything. "Don't raise your voice at me, boy." he answered and then shook his head, "Y'aint an adult Dean, far from it." he snorted, "When yer twenty-one, then maybe."

He then laughed in amusement when his son told him he couldn't spank him. "Even if you were thirty boy, I'd still whoop yer hide." he sat down on the bed and flipped Dean over his knee. "And a spankin's exactly what'cha need."

**W1nchester** · June 28th, 2015, 12:32 AM

Dean pouted a bit when his dad scolded him to not raise his voice at him, and then he went on to say that he wasn't an adult. Maybe when he was twenty-one. "I am an adult! I am!" Dean insisted childishly, which wasn't really helping his case--before going on to say that his dad couldn't spank him--Dean looking seriously offended when his dad barked a laugh, going on to say that even if he was thirty he would still whoop his hide. "You can't! Because I won't let you!" Dean said, a little upset that his dad was still treating him like a kid.

He suddenly found himself flung over his daddy's lap and told that a spanking is exactly what he needed, Dean immediately pulled something that Sammy would have done--he dipped his head low, and bit his dad. "LET ME GO! I'm not a little KID!" He snapped, flailing around like the little kid he was saying he wasn't.

**KingCrowley** · June 28th, 2015, 12:36 AM

John just rose an unimpressed brow when his son said he was an adult, ironically in a childish way, "Oh you sure sound it." he scoffed and then shook his head when Dean said he wouldn't let him, "Oh I know ya won't, but I aint askin' yer permission." he told him before sitting down on the bed and flinging his first born across his lap. He put a hand on his back and frowned a bit. "Now Dean I want'cha...OW!" Did Dean just...BITE him?!

"Are you really an adult?! Cause yer actin' more like a toddler!" John barked and yanked his son's shorts and boxers down, exposing his naked ass. "Just fer that, yer gettin' the brush, boy." he told him, raising his big bear paw and slapping it down across Dean's pale backside.