A Hunter's separation

[KingCrowley]

Dean lurched forward a little bit beneath his seatbelt when John pulled over so abruptly. He wondered if he had said something to make him mad, and he got a little nervous. Those green hues looked up at the man he'd always idolized and aspired to be like, and listened to what he said. Hearing that he loved him and Sammy equally, and that he would be a better Dad for him because he couldn't lose him too really touched Dean. There had been points in his life where Dean had been sure John didn't love him at all.

The night the Shtriga got in and almost got Sam stuck out in his head. He'd been about nine at the time, and he'd gone out to get some air. John had been more concerned about Sam getting hurt than he had about anything happening to his eldest for being outside the motel. "Dad--I'm not gonna run off like Sammy did." the young boy promised, putting a hand on his Dad's which was currently gripping the steering wheel. "Don't be sad--you wont lose me!" he promised.

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Crowley felt like this whole explosion could have been avoided if Sam had just picked up his toys like he had been asked. He knew he was supposed to tidy up after himself, he knew better. Crowley liked to keep a tidy apartment and having toys thrown about really irked him. He'd asked Sam to pick them up twice and the kid had just pushed and pushed until he forced his hand. The Demon stood and narrowed his eyes when the kid took his time putting the toys away.

"Take as looong as you want boy, because you've already racked up fifteen extra smacks." Crowley warned, looking nonchalantly at his watch. He wouldn't let his stubborn little son get the best of him.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

John was painfully aware of how flawed of a man he was and could think of several times he could have done something different...but he couldn't dwell on the past, that's what caused him to lose Sammy. His constant search for whatever killed his wife had changed him and it had driven his baby boy away. He was thankful to god that he still jad Dean and would do whatever it took to keep him. He had to focus on the here and now, and right now that here was in the impala and that now was his son's small hand on his own, promising he would stay. Tears filled the strong man's eyes and for the second time tonight, John scooped his eldest child onto his lap and held him to his chest "I love you son..."

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Sammy was busy, thinking of how unfair his situation was when his thoughts were interrupted by his papa's nonchalant promise of fifteen extra spanks. The boy paled and looked at him "b-but but papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" he whimpered as pathetically as possible "Please don't"

[KingCrowley]

This had been the first time in eight years that Dean had felt his Dad's love for him, that he'd known for a fact the man cared about him and wanted him around. It reminded him of when he was little, three or four years old, and how he used to be John's world. Dean looked up at John and smiled when he was pulled into the man's lap and held close, "I love you too Dad, always." he answered honestly, burying that young freckled face in his leather jacket. He knew he still had a hiding coming his way, but he knew it was deserved.

He felt terrible for worrying his Father like he had. "Dad--cant we get my spanking over and done with here? I hate waiting for it---" Dean tried. He knew John sometimes liked to make him wait as an addition to his punishment, but the kid hoped he might be lenient.

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"You should have thought about that when I warned you I would add extra smacks onto your punishment. You know better than to test Papa's patience." Crowley reminded his child, his whining and whimpering didn't sway him. Only sobbing and pure remorse pulled on the Demon's heartstrings. Finally, Sam got done being stubborn and he cleaned up his toys, so Crowley walked toward him and took his upper arm.

"Go to your room, wait for me there. Understood?" he asked sternly.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

John held Dean close, feeling his small frame against his own, hearing his heart beating and his soft breath in his ear. His boy was alive snd well. He would not fuck this up, not again. After a while Dean spoke and John pulled him back so he could look at him when he was talking. The child's request surprised him and his face showed that

"You really feel that guilty huh?" His tone was soft and understanding. He decided that since ut was partially his fault for Dean leaving the motel, he wouldn't punish the kid further by making him wait.

"Alright son, over my lap" he patted his leg, seeming genuinely unhappy to do this

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Sammy looked up when his papa grabbed his arm and told him to go to his room "m sorry papa" he trued to show real remorse, although it was more remorse of being in trouble, not what he did. When he got no response other than a stern look, Sammy sighed sadly and turned around, shuffling upstairs to his room. He kicked his dresser out of frustration and flopped down in his bed, wondering hiw he could het out of this.

[KingCrowley]

Dean felt really guilty for what he'd put his Dad through and he nodded when his Dad asked if he really felt that guilty. "Yes sir." he answered and he continued to snuggle up against him. He knew once his bottom was all stingy and throbbing he would feel better in his heart and gut. He would know his Dad forgave him for the bad thing he'd done and there would be a clean slate. Besides, this wasn't the first time and wouldn't be the last time Dean had gotten spanked in his Father's Impala.

"Yes sir." Dean was and always had been an obedient little thing, and he went over his Dad's lap without a single complaint. His Dad's spankings always hurt, he always ended up in tears and he knew this time would be no different. "I'm sorry sir---"

*****

"You will be." Crowley answered though not unkindly when his son said he was sorry. The Demon nodded in approval all the same, because he did appreciate that apology and he really didn't want to have to spank his pride and joy. He watched after him with that stern look as he padded up the stairs and to his room, the Demon sighed when he heard his son kick the furniture, and he appeared in the room with Sam instantly. "Do NOT take your frustration out on the furniture, Samuel." he scolded and then walked over to the bed.

There would be no getting out of this for the little dickens. Crowley would ensure he never spoke that way to him again, and did as he was told the first time without any questions or back chat. The Demon seated himself and patted his lap. "Get over my knee lad."

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

John smiled, proud of his son for being so brave and listening to him even when it meant his bottom getting spanked. "Atta boy" John praised, patting his back to show his approval before baring his bottom and swatting down "Why are we here Dean?" He asked, alternating between each cheek with stinging smacks. It was a familiar rythm he had settled into the first time he spanked his eldest son. Dean was five years old and had only recieved a few swats here and there ubtil that day when he ran across the street to chase a dog. Since that day the pattern was set.

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Sammy jumped when Crowley suddenly appeared in his room. You would think after a year he would be used to it...but nope, still scared the shit out of him. "Don't do that!" He huffed from his spot on the bed until his papa sat down and ordered him yo lay over his knee. In response Sammy scooched back agaist the wall, sitting on his pillow as he hugged his knees and looked at the demon with big brown green eyes "aww papa do i gotta?" He whined, hoping he would show mercy even though this would probably gain him extra for not obeying right away.

[KingCrowley]

Dean's little heart swelled with joy when he was praised for being brave, and he stayed where he was over his Father's knee, even when his pyjama pants were tugged down. "Ah!" he yelped at the first swat and bit his lip. "B-Because I walked outta the-OW! --motel and worried AH! you!" he squeaked and bucked his legs a little bit. "Ow! Ow! Owww!" he began twisting and turning just a bit because his Father always knew how to light his little tail on fire, and it always hurt like a bitch. "Owww I'm sorry Dad!" the twelve year old whined.

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"I'll do as I please." Crowley answered simply, hiding an amused smile when his kid jumped over his presence. Sometimes it was just fun making him jump, because he never meant it in a malicious way or anything. The Demon sat down and rose a brow when his son decided he didn't want to come to him. "Excuse me?" he asked, standing up again. "Yes, you do have to. Come on now lad." he ordered, pointing to the spot in front of him, expecting Sam to march his naughty little butt over obediently.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

John steeled himself against his son's yelps of pain and continued to set his bottom ablaze. He always hated spanking his boys, even though they deserved it. John supposed that was a good thing; what kond if sick fuck enjoys spanking their kids? Pulling him from his thoughts, Dean's answer to John's question was adequate, so he slowed his swats to show his approval "That's right Dean. And why is that bad?" He prompted, smacking the already pinkened skin before him.

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Sammy scrunched himself up into a tight little ball and shook his head, his dark brown curls bouncing as he did this. "Papa i don't want to!" He whined "I don't wanna get spanked" it was normal for a child not to want punishment, otherwise the point was moot. However he was already in trouble for disobedience and was just racking up a tab for his extra swats by not obeying right away.

[KingCrowley]

Dean yelped and hissed with every swat now. Being twelve years old he couldn't take a spanking very stoically yet. "Owww! Owwww! Daaaaaad!" Dean howled, some tears coming to those young green eyes of his. "Owwwwuhhhh!" he swallowed and thought about his Dad's question. "C-Cause I--I coulda--um---" he wracked his little brain trying to figure out why his Dad didn't like him going out like that, "Cause something could have got me---" he tried. He didn't know if that was the right answer or not, but he was going to go with it.

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"Too bad. I don't wanna have to climb over toys when I get home. I don't want to have to deal with my disobedient son. Looks like we're both taking our lumps, kid." Crowley answered and walked over to the kid, not willing to give him another chance. "You just upgraded your spanking to a hairbrush one." he told him, the King of the crossroads summoned a nice, flat wooden hairbrush and then sat down. He put Sam over his knee and tugged down those little jeans and undies too.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

John knew very well how hard it was to keep your composure when a fire was set ablaze on your backside, so he didn't chastise the child for it. Again the answer was correct and John's heart swelled with pride for the boy over his knee. However he soon turned serious as he swatted the child's sensitive undercurves "That's right Dean Winchester. You could have been kidnapped, hit by a car or taken by a minster and i would never know where you were" he said sternly, imprinting the severity of the situation on his son's now rosy backside

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Sam whined when his papa didn't take pity on him then gasped loudly at the promise of a hairbrush spanking "PAPA NO!!" He begged "I'LL BE GOOD!" Sam prayed his promise would stop this, but knew praying to a demon was useless when he suddenly found himself over his knee with his little pale butt bared "Papaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" he kicked his little legs and threw his hands back, really not wanting the brush