A Hunter's separation

[KingCrowley]

It didn't take long at all for the tears to start running down Dean Winchester's freckled face and the little boy started crying as his Dad explained he wouldn't have known where he was If he got kidnapped, hit by a car or attacked by a monster. "I-I knoooowww Daddyyyy!" he sobbed and hung his head, "D-Daddy!!! I'm sorry!!! Owwwwww!!!" Dean hollered and hammered his feet into the passenger seat hard. He just wanted his spanking to be over with now, his little red bottom was stinging like mad.

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"You had plenty of chances Samuel, I've run out of patience with you, and you have to know the consequences for disobedience." Crowley answered with a firm shake of his head. He wouldn't relent on this because Sam had earned this for himself. Crowley had given him many, many chances to make it easy on himself and he'd taken the hard way out each time. The Demon quickly caught those hands and gave them both a little smack, like one would with a toddler. "You know better than to block." he frowned.

He pinned those hands to his back, rose the brush and delivered a firm smack to his left cheek, and then one to his right cheek.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

John's heart ached at his son's cries, knowing he caused the tears to flow down the boy's freckled cheeks. However he was determined ro drive the point home and swatted at where his undervrves met the tops of his thighs "Will you ever do this again young man?" His tone was as firm as his hand in this moment, desperate to get the message across.

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Sammy wasn't activly trying to take the hard route, he was only trying to find a third option...like a lawyer pleading for a defendant. Except the defendant was his backside and the plea deal was to get out of a spanking rather than a life sentence. Sammy yelped when his hands were swatted and whimpered up at his papa "D-didn't mean toooo" he teared up, crying out loudly when he was finally swatted with the brush

[KingCrowley]

"Owwww!!! Noooo Daddy! I'll never do it again!" Dean promised and continued to sob, his Father knew how to hand his ass to him and the kid also knew that repeating this little trip out would be a BAD idea on his part. "Daddy I'm sorry! I--I'll be good! I'll never ever go out again, please!" the boy begged, going limp over his Daddy's lap and just sobbing his little heart out now. His butt hurt like crazy but at least his gut and his heart didn't anymore. He just needed to know he was forgiven. He knew that after this he would have some pizza and go straight to bed, since it was four in the morning.

Dean hated being put to bed with a sore bottom, because it was always hard to fall asleep.

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"Just be mindful that had you thrown your hands back while I was swatting you could have been hurt badly." Crowley answered his son when he whined that he hadn't meant to block. The Demon hated punishing his kid, but there was no way round it, he had to do this so that Sam learned to be not only obedient but mindful of putting his toys away and things. "Now, why is Papa spanking you?" he asked, landing a firm smack to his under curve.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

John continued to rain fire upon his son's backside until the child went limp over his knee. Deciding Dean had, had enough, John stopped swatting his cherry red bottom and instead used his hand to rub gentle circles in his back to calm him down. He would wait for the boy to catch his breath before attempting to pick him up. After a few morw moments, John scooped his eldest son into his waiting arms and cuddled him lovingly against his broad chest "I forgive you Deano" he said fondly, using an old nickname from when Dean was just a toddler.

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Sammy nodded and looked down when his papa told him that he could have been hurt had he been blocking when the brush started to come down "yes papAH!!!" he cried out loudly when the brush wreaked havoc on his sensitive undercurves, tearing up and crying out "c-cause i was ba-adddd" Sammy stammered out, kicking his little legs in protest

[KingCrowley]

It took a little while for Dean to get his breath back and cry normally but with the soothing motion of his Dad's hand rubbing his back, he felt a little better. "D-Daddy---" Dean whimpered, tears dripping down his chin and onto the floor. He held onto his Dad's leather jacket tightly when he was brought up and into a hug, hiding his young face in the fabric. He felt better being called by his nickname and being told he was forgiven, too.

"Daddy, I wanna go to bed." Dean whimpered some.

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"You were naughty, not bad." Crowley corrected his son when he said he was bad and that's why he was getting spanked. Crowley believed it was never his son who was bad, but his behaviour at times. Sam would never be a bad kid and Crowley wanted his baby to know that. "What naughty thing did you do, Samuel?" the King of the crossroads asked as he peppered those sensitive under curves with that horrid, stingy brush.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

It played on John's heart strings hearing his son call him daddy in such a tear filled way. He truly hated spanking his son, but if it meant keeping him safe, John would do it a hundred times over "I've got you son" he assured him, running calloused fingers through his hair "i love you, you know that right?" He really did hope the child knew just how much he loved him. Of he didn't love him he wouldn't jave bothered looking for him or spanking him to make sure he never ran off and put himself in harm's way again. At Dean's whimper that he wanted to go to bed, John looked at the clock and sighed ro see it was nearly five am. "Eat a little pizza then you can sleep Deano i promise" he would feel terrible sending Dean to bed with an empty stomach as well as a sore bottom.

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Sammy blushed at the word naughty. He really hated that word... but he was also glad his papa didn't think he was bad. Even though Crowley was a demon he had his morals when it came to Sammy, and the boy appreciated that. At the question Sam had a hard time thinkingg past the pain of the hard brush smacking his bottom, but he knew his papa waould be very upset with him if he gave the wrong answer or worse yet, didn't answer at all. So he wracked his little brain quickly through the list of offenses and listed the first one "I-i ow! Didn't pick u-up my OW!! Toys?"

[KingCrowley]

"I mean--I never used to think you loved me, but now I know ya do." Dean answered honestly, since before he had been adamant that he'd meant nothing more to his Dad than a babysitter for Sammy. Sam was always the important one and no one seemed to care what happened to Dean. The boy rubbed his green hues and asked about bed, though he nodded when his Dad told him to eat some pizza first. "Okay." he got back into his seat and started eating a large slice of pizza as John drove them back to the motel.

"Are you gonna have some, Dad?" the boy asked curiously.

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"That's right, you left your toys in the middle of the room for someone to trip up on or fall over." Crowley answered, wanting to let his son know that that wasn't okay. "Not only that but it makes the room look a mess, and you know that when you're finished with something, you put it away." he reminded his son and continued walloping his hide with that flat backed hairbrush in his hand. He would make sure Sam's little bottom glowed in the dark all week.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

John's heart broke at the boy's admossion that he thought he never loved him and he held him tighter "I'm so sorry Dean..." he swallowed thickly, feeling like the scum of the earth. He would never make his son feel unloved again. NEVER again. Giving him one last squeeze he let the boy crawl off his lap so he could eat his dinner and John could drive back to the motel. As he drive he glanced over at the young boy and smiled soffly "when we get back I'll have a slice." He assured him, not wanting to worry the boy by not eating.

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Sammy felt guilty when his papa pointed out someone could trip and get hurt (meaning Crowley) he sniffled and despite his guilt, kept on squirming like a mad man. Although to be fair it was almost impossible to keep still when a demon was spanking your backside like it was hus job with a hairbrush Sammy was convinced was made with hell fire. "M s-sorry papaaaa" he kicked his tiny legs and wept pathetically as he was quite an emotional young man. He knew he had one other infraction that needed dealing with but he was so very upset and sore already.

[KingCrowley]

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Dean looked up at his Dad and smiled, now that he had his spanking done and out of the way, the boy could relax. "Okay, but I'm gonna make sure you do, cause you have a habit of skipping out on meals." he told his Dad seriously, looking out the window as they drove. Dean was still pretty tired, and he longed for his bed, but he had to make sure his Dad ate something first. "Can I come with you to Pastor Jim's tomorrow?" the boy asked when they pulled up outside the motel. "I heard you were goin' after a werewolf---I wanna help."

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"I should bloody well hope you are." Crowley answered with a shake of his head and sighed, those tears were getting to him, even if he would claim to have a heart of stone. This boy was in essence his child, and of course he had that protective instinct over him, and the desire to keep him safe and happy. "What will you do in future to avoid getting your little arse spanked?" he asked, resting that horrid brush on Sam's small bottom.

[theyoungestangelcastiel]

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John couldn't help but smile and shake his head fondly when his son insisted on taking care of him "I promise I'll eat somethin Deano, but you need your sleep. You just worry about yourself alright?" Since they weren't too far away, the two where back in the motel parking lot in no time. John got out and cracked his back with a sigh, staring up at the sky; which was starting to cloud up. "Looks like rain..get the pizza will ya son?" He shifted his gaze back at Dean as he hit the lock on his car door and fished in his pocket for their room key.

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Sammy jumped a bit when he felt the brush resting menacingly on his bright pink backside "I-i'll c-clean up!" He promised loudly, praying he wouldn't be spanked any more. "I'm sorry papa! No moreeee" he squeaked through his tears, which fell like raindrops from his cheeks to the demon's pant leg. He was truly sorry for misbehaving for his papa, because the young boy knew the elder deserved better than how he had been acting.