Don't You Worry, Child (VulcanSpock)

[W1nchester]

It was a chilly Tuesday in middle September, exactly six-nineteen in the morning. Eighteen-year-old Dean Winchester had finally managed to coax sixteen-year-old Sam Winchester out of bed, and he was in the bathroom, showering. It was Dean's job to get his two little brothers, Sam and Julian--or, rather, Jude-- out of bed to run at least two miles and then come back for some well-deserved breakfast, which Dean also had to make, unless their father, John Winchester, was feeling generous.

It took a lot to ever get Julian out if bed. Dean had already tried to go down the spanking route, but the fourteen year old wouldn't even budge. Dean rubbed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Dammit, Julian. Either you get your ass out of bed, or I'm telling dad." He warned.

Julian grunted into his pillow. "I don't care." He told him, since he was going through a rebellious stage, just as Sam was. But Dean and John had already figured out that Sam had benefited better from Dean's firm hand, and Julian from their father's, which is exactly why Dean wasn't grabbing the boy, whipping down his pants and underwear, and showing him who was boss.

"Fine." Dean said evenly. "I'm going to go tell dad, then."

Julian didn't answer to that one, so Dean sighed and left the room, noticing how Sammy's shower had turned off and he would probably be ready in a few minutes for their run. He walked to their dad's room and knocked on the door, waiting for a grunt before walking in.

"Mornin' dad." He greeted before placing his strong hands on his hips, giving his father a pleading look. "Julian is being ridiculous and won't get out of bed." He sighed. "Sammy's in the shower and after he dries off, we're gonna go on a four-mile." He informed him, hoping to please his father by doing two extra miles instead of the mandatory two that their Marine father enforced onto them.

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John Winchester ran a tight ship under his roof, well he had to. He had three teenage boys to keep in line, and he did it with the best of skills. He'd been up late last night, watching his recorded shows, since recently he'd just not had enough time to do the things he wanted to do. His three boys, Dean, Sammy and Jude were incredibly demanding when they felt like it. And so John had overslept. He was usually up way before this time but right now, he couldn't give a fuck if it was five in the evening or something.

He grunted and grumbled like a woken animal when Dean came into the room and whined at him. "Dean, stop whining boy!" he growled, gripping his head and then moving to get out of his bed, rubbing his tired face. His eyes were bloodshot and dark. He was not in a good mood. "Do I gotta do everything around this place?" he got to his feet and stretched, looking at his oldest and mulling over the words he'd told him.

"I'll get Julian up, believe me. You can go on yer run, but I want'cha to take at least one gun, there's been sightings round here." he told him though he did hold something of a pleased look on his face hearing that Dean was willing to go an extra two miles. "I'll get breakfast done while you boys are out."

The man then started walking, heavy footsteps into his youngest's room. "Get yer ass out of bed this MINUTE!" He barked, tone being that of a commander or a drill sergeant, there wasn't much difference between the two really. "I swear to God I'll flip this mattress and roast yer ass. I aint in the mood." he growled at the fourteen year old.

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Dean opened his mouth to protest that he had not been whining, but he quickly closed it and just shook his head a bit, dropping his hands off from his hips. He noticed how tired his dad looked, and he frowned a bit. He must have been up real late last night, which would explain why even he wasn't up yet. When his dad asked his question, Dean scuffed his toe into the ground. He wanted to tell his dad that he did a shit ton of crap when he wasn't around, but he knew better. So he held his tongue.

"Yes, sir." Dean respectfully answered as his dad told him to take a gun. Then he offered to make breakfast, and Dean smiled a bit. "Thank you, sir." He said, pleased and he walked out of the room, waiting for Sammy. They got their shoes on and Dean ushered the kid out of the house after grabbing a pistol to take with.

The elder two boys were out in the next few minutes, and Julian stiffened when he heard his dad's unmistakable heavy footsteps coming for him. He jumped when he heard the man roar at him. When John Winchester told you to do something--you just did it.

So he scrambled out of his comfy, warm bed, and stood before him. His shaggy dirty blonde hair was all over the place, and he was only in a pair of flannel pajama bottoms, no shirt. He took a little step away from his angry, and obviously tired father. "I'm up, sir..." He told him unnecessarily, and softly.

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John gave his son something of a scrutinizing look when he scuffed his toe, "Somethin' you wanna tell me?" he asked in that tone that demanded an answer but then Dean seemed to rush the conversation on about getting Sam and heading out. John offered to make breakfast, since it was no trouble and he'd done it since the boys were little anyways. He nodded when Dean thanked him, but then placed a big hand on his shoulder. "We're talkin' when you get yer ass back here, got it?" he told him and then let him go.

The intimidating man then marched to his youngest son's room and demanded him to get up, threatening to flip the mattress and blister his errant little butt. He wasn't surprised to see the kid leap out of bed and give him that respectful answer. "Damn right you are." he answered and then yanked the boy closer, before slamming his large, firm hand into his backside around five times. "When Dean tells ya to get yer ass up, you do it!" he growled, pointing a finger in his face.

"Just cause he aint 'Dad' don't mean you don't have ta listen to him." he reminded the boy and then headed downstairs, going into the kitchen and beginning to make breakfast for his boys. He did love them all with all his heart but sometimes he was terrible at showing it, aside from the hugs he gave the kids after they'd had an epic ass whoopin.

"Julian!" he called up, "What'cha want fer breakfast, son?" he asked, tone a little softer.

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Dean pursed his lips at his father's first question, but he still shook his head. "No sir." He said quickly, before rushing into the next conversation about breakfast. As he turned to leave, though, his dad's big hand was on his shoulder and he stopped, looking back at him curiously. He blanched at his words. "Yes, sir..." He said, before hurrying out of there, grabbing Sammy, and heading out while John dealt with Jude.

Julian yelped before he was even smacked--he yelped when his dad grabbed his arm and pulled him close, swatting his bottom five times, really hard. Tears sprung into Jude's eyes and he whimpered as he was scolded. "Y-Yes, sir! 'm sorry, sir!" He said, nodding his head and wiping his tears away. Then his dad left and he sort of slumped over, rubbing his stinging backside.

He got changed for the day, a baggy shirt and pants, along with a jacket that had been passed around between all the boys. He headed downstairs as his dad asked his question, and he hurried into the kitchen. "Can I have pancakes, sir?" He asked his dad hopefully, heading over to him. "Maybe with chocolate chips?"

[KingCrowley]

John could tell Dean was lying to him, and he was going to address that when the eighteen year old got back from his four mile run. The man then made quick work of getting Jude out of bed, giving him some swats so next time Dean asked him to get up, he would and without a single argument. John then headed downstairs into the kitchen and asked Jude what he wanted for breakfast, not surprised when he said that he wanted pancakes and that caused him to smile some since that was always what Jude wanted when he was little.

"Sure kiddo." he answered, reaching over and affectionately ruffling his hair, letting him know there were no hard feelings about having to swat him and not listening to Dean. He went to the stove and got out the pancake mix, deciding he'd just make pancakes for all of them, and add the toppings that his boys liked. Of course they all had to be a pain in the ass and like different things but for once John didn't verbally complain about that.

He set to work making the pancakes, adding chocolate chips, and syrup to his youngest son's and then adding whatever the hell Dean and Sam liked on theirs. It could get pretty disgusting since Dean liked a good mix of food and Sam was going through some sort of liquorice phase. He hoped it didn't last.

"I want you to do three laps round the house while Breakfast's cookin'." he told him firmly, arms crossed over his chest, "So get movin'." just because Jude didn't go on the four mile run didn't mean he didn't have to do any PT that morning.

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Jude smiled at his dad agreed, and then ruffled his hair. That made him feel better about the situation. Though, that happiness sort of fell when his daddy told him to go outside and run three laps around the house while breakfast was cooking. Julian sighed at that and nodded.

"Yes, sir." He said, going and putting his shoes on before heading outside and doing what he was told. By the second lap, Sam and Dean were racing back to the house, neck-to-neck. They slammed into the house and immediately began playfully arguing. "I won!" Dean called, panting. "You liar!" Sam laughed, "I won!" "Ya wish, bitch." Dean chuckled, punching his arm. Sammy just shook his head and looked to Jude, who was already panting and just jogging.

"Man, if you were bein' chased, you'd get eaten." Sammy pointed out to his little brother. Jude glared at him and stopped running, putting his hands on his hips. "Shut... up... Sammy..." He huffed, shaking his head. Sam snorted. "Make me, twerp." Dean elbowed him. "Knock it off, Sam." He said in warning, and Sam rolled his eyes before looking at Jude again. "Did dad whoop your ass?" He asked, and Jude blushed. "Shut up, you jerk!" "I'm just curious!" He replied, and Dean rubbed his face.

"Guys-- Dad's tired and in a bad mood... I wouldn't be startin' crap right now..." The eldest brother advised, but Sam and Jude kept arguing back and forth until Jude finally stomped his foot and sprinted forward--surprisingly fast for Jude, and tackled Sam right onto his ass. Sam yelped in pain as a blow struck him right in the cheek, before he rolled over and pinned Jude down, smacking him right across his face. "Don't hit me, you little brat!" He spat, before Dean grabbed Sam and seriously threw him off Jude and picked up the teary-eyed fourteen-year old that was now definitely going to have a bruise across his face.

"That's ENOUGH!" Dean roared to both of them. "You're BOTH in serious shit! Get inside, NOW!"

Sam scampered in and Jude twisted out of his grip, running in and going straight to his dad, tears streaming down his face. "Dad! Dad! Sam slapped me!" He called to him, and Sam stomped in, back covered in dirt from rolling around. "He punched me in the face!" He snapped, and Jude stomped his foot. "He was makin' fun of me!"

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John had just finished cooking up the pancakes when he suddenly heard a loud commotion outside, and he frowned, recognising Dean's booming voice and he put his cooking tools down, though just in case, he kept the wooden spoon in his hand, "The hell is goin' on?" he growled to himself, about to head outside and put an end to whatever the hell was going on, since likely it couldn't be good. Then suddenly Jude came rubbing to him, crying like a newborn and he could see the teen had been slapped. He turned a death glare on Sam, "EXPLAIN!" He barked, looking the boy over for any other injuries and he wrapped an arm around Jude.

Of course he didn't yet know that Jude wasn't exactly innocent and so when Sam said that Jude punched him in the face, and he saw the bruise to make that statement true, he growled and looked into his youngest son's eyes, "The hell did you do that for?!" He turned death glares on both of his sons, standing tall and crossing his arms over his chest, looking every bit like a pissed off Father.

"DEAN!" He barked, casting a look over to his oldest son, "Tell me what the hell happened, and you two-" he pulled them both close, slapping their backsides with serious strength. "Get yer asses to my room, RIGHT NOW!" He barked, sending them off with powerful smacks and then he turned back to Dean, "Well?"

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Dean walked into the kitchen, looking irritated and tired as well. Jude yelped loud at the smack to his ass, while Sam just grunted in pain. They were sent off, and Jude scampered to his daddy's room, and Sam just stalked there.

Then Dean looked up and recounted the events to his father. "When we got back, Sam started making fun of Jude for being slow and said that if he was bein' chased, he'd get eaten. Then Jude told him to shut up and then Sam kept at it, askin' if you whooped his ass and Jude told him to shut up again, and they kept bickerin'. And Jude started the fight, cause he ran up really fast and tackled Sam on his ass and just started wailin', but Sammy rolled over and smacked him and I threw 'im off and told them to get their asses in here." He explained, sighing a bit because they were in serious, serious shit.

And if that wasn't enough--there was a distinct noise of shattering glass, followed immediately by a high-pitched squeal of pain. Dean's eyes widened and he bolted to their dad's room, bursting in and seeing Jude curled up on the ground, though letting Sam pick shards of glass out of his arm.

"What the fuck!" Dean demanded, heading over to the boys. "Did you push him, Sam?!"

Sam's eyes widened and he sprung up. "N-No! No, I didn't do it! He tripped!" Sammy said miserably, and Jude looked up with tears streaming down his face and nodded. "M-M-My sh-shoe..." He whimpered, pointing shakily to his undone lace.

"I--I told him to go stand in th' corner because that's wh-what we're supposed to do and then he tripped!" Sammy explained, in hysterics himself over this, though he still had an evident look of guilt on his face for some unknown reason...

[KingCrowley]

John found himself getting a headache when Dean explained that Sam and Jude had ben fighting and really it was over something so incredibly stupid. When it came down to it, it seemed that Jude was the more guilty one for starting the physical fight which all his sons knew that when they physically fought one another, it meant a serious ass whoopin. "Fer God sake, I'm gonna blister both of em!" he growled before his eyes widened as he heard the sound of shattering glass, he was racing up the stairs the second he heard his baby squealing in pain.

"Jude?!" he rushed to him and scooped him up, holding him and looking him over, "THE HELL HAPPENED!?" He barked at Sam since he had been the only other person there at the time. "Are you alright Jude?" he asked, cradling him to his chest. Glad the boy was okay because for a minute there, he'd been scared something awful had happened to his baby.

Then he saw Sam crying and he pulled the boy into his arms too, though he caught the look of guilt on his face and frowned, "Samuel, is there somethin' you wanna tell me?" he asked, tone low and scary as it usually was when the boys were in trouble.