Smells Like Teen Spirit //CleverFox//

[W1nchester]

"I haaaaaaaaaaaate yooooooouuu!"

It wasn't the first time Sam Winchester had shouted that at his annoying elder brother, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Sam seemed to be going through this awful puberty thing where he got really moody and rebellious. It didn't usually end well for him.

Dean planted his hands on his hips. "Yeah, I know. Quit yer bitchin'." He snapped back at him, and Sam stomped his foot. "Make me, Dean." He huffed, and Dean's green eyes narrowed. "Oh, I will!"

"Do it!" Sam challenged, and both brothers instantly seemed to square off each other. Sam knew he had this in the bag because he had hit a growth spurt and was only a few inches short of Dean. And he was flexible and agile. Dean jumped forward and both kids grappled , wrestling around the room before Dean gave a yelp as Sam shoved him to the ground, instantly swinging for his face. Dean threw his arms up and little Sammy just kept swinging, til Dean yelled out for their dad to come help before he flipped the table and socked Sam good for bruising his arms.

Because it was about to happen.

[CleverFox]

*saves this for later when brain might actually work*

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John Winchester had been out late on a hunt and the last thing he wanted to deal with was his bickering kids but that was precisely what he heard as he tried to relax, nursing a beer and attempting to forget what he'd seen. Growling low in his throat the man got to his feet when he heard his eldest son yelling for him, the man wondering what the hell was going on that Dean couldn't handle.

That question was answered for him when he walked into the room and saw Sammy swinging wildly and Dean just blocking.

Striding over John grabbed the child and pulled him back, holding Sammy by an arm around the boy's waist as he roared, "THAT'S ENOUGH!" He was not a happy man right now and the look on his face promised that there would be hell to pay if the kid didn't have a damn good excuse for what he had just been caught doing.

[W1nchester]

Sammy didn't see John coming because he was far too occupied with beating the holy Hell out of Dean's arms for no good reason, really. He grunted as his whole weight was supported by his dad's ridiculously strong arm, being pulled up and off of his elder brother. He continued to glare at Dean after his dad practically roared in his ear.

Dean pushed himself up to his feet and looked over the backs of his arms with a look of disgust. He could see some bruises forming already and he fixed a deadly look on his little brother.

"You're fuckin' lucky I didn't shove you offa me and blacken both of yer damn eyes!" Dean hollered at the little brat, before turning around and stomping out of the room, needing a lot of time to calm down.

"Yeah, but then goody two shoes Dean would be in trouble! Can't have that happen!" Sammy snapped back at his elder brother, trying to twist away from his father, now.

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John watched as Dean inspected his arms where the youngest Winchester had been pummeling him and he noticed the bruises that were already forming, a frown etching itself onto his face. He watched as Dean yelled at his brother and then stormed off, deciding to have a talk with Dean about that one later but for now his focus was on Sammy and he looked down at his youngest when he heard the snapped reply.

"Samuel Winchester, I want to know what the hell's going on and I want to know right now boy," he told him, voice deadly serious and low, the kind of voice that meant John was in a mood that you just didn't want to mess with.

He had those moods a lot actually and his boys should be well aware of them.

As he waited for an answer he continued to support Sammy with just the arm that was wrapped around his waist, still easily able to do that despite the growth spurt that the kid had gone through.

[W1nchester]

Sammy looked up at his dad as he lowly growled his name, and then said that he wanted to know what the Hell was going on, and right now. The teen looked down at the arm that was supporting his entire weight and he furrowed his brown eyebrows together. He started to push on his dad's arm, trying to pry it away from him since he did not like being this close to his daddy when he was in trouble.

"Put me down and I'll tell ya." Sammy bargained with his dad, looking up at him again with a bit of a scowl.

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John looked at his youngest as Sammy tried to pry his arm away from the boy but he kept his grip firm, shaking his head when Sammy told him to put him down. Instead he turned the child to the side, still with an arm around his waist, and gave his backside an almighty smack. "No, yer gonna tell me what I wanna know or else I'm gonna tan yer little but good before we even get to what's going on," he told the child, not willing to negotiate wtih his child.

After all he was the dad and what he said, went.

[W1nchester]

Sammy yelped loud when his father smacked his ass super friggin' hard, the boy's hands immediately going to his butt. He whined and rubbed the sore area, screwing his face up from the pain he felt from just that one swat. Damn his dad for having such brute strength.

"Don't wanna tell you." He said, furrowing his eyebrows together and he huffed. The reason he didn't want to tell his dad was because he knew as soon as he did, he'd be getting a serious belting that he honestly wouldn't know if he could ever recover from, because it was really bad. And he really hoped that he wouldn't go ask Dean what had happened while their daddy was away on his hunt, because then he'd be even more screwed.

[CleverFox]

John realized that the smack that he gave to his son was going to hurt but he didn't care, he'd told the boy to do something and Sammy had refused to obey him.

That was something that he never tolerated and Sam damn well knew it.

He listened as his son said that he didn't want to tell him and that was enough to get him to blow out through his nose, shaking his head. "A'right then, yer gonna get yer ass whipped for refusing to obey me and then I'm gonna go and talk to your brother. He'll tell me what's been going on," John said, sounding decisive as he said that before he turned and started to walk toward his bedroom, still holding Sammy around the waist with just the single arm.

[W1nchester]

Sammy's hazel eyes went wide as his father said that he was going to get his ass whipped for disobeying him, and then he would go and ask his older brother what had been happening. He was more worried about the second thing than the first thing at the moment. Sam started to kick and flail then, trying to drag his feet on the floor and somehow get away from his dad, to no avail.

"Don't ask Dean!" He yelped, trying to twist around, still. "He'll lie! All he's been doin' is tryin' ta get me in trouble!" He hollered, and then, Dean himself stalked down the hall to them, looking pissed as ever, and about to get some serious revenge for his beaten arms.

"Dad! Before you wail on him, you need to know what really happened--" "DON'T!" Sam hollered, his long legs kicking at Dean, who growled and stepped out of reach from the wild teen.

[CleverFox]

John growled in annoyance when his son started to flail and fight against him, the man shaking his head and delivering another smack to the boy's butt. "Dean's never done anything like that and ya know it...he has permission to spank yer butt so he don't need to try to get you in trouble," John felt the need to remind his son before he looked over at Dean as his eldest came striding back toward them.

"What's been goin' on?" John asked, looking at Sam as the boy hollered and then once again started to flail. "STOP!" he roared at the boy, his eyes narrowed and that vein in his forehead sot of bulging out the way that it did when he became really mad.