Dean wasn't a dumb boy. He knew exactly why Bobby had sent him to fetch the item he was now holding at arms length, a grimace on his face.
It was a move John Winchester had used when he wanted to make the biggest impression on his boys. A move that scared them senseless and made them NEVER repeat what ever they'd done; a move that Bobby had never used with them…until today.
Dean reentered his room and all but threw the item he was holding at the older man. He couldn't stop the shudder that rose up his body.
Seeing the look of distress on the younger hunter's face, Bobby almost regretted having Dean fetch the hairbrush from his room…almost.
"Let's get this over with son," Bobby's voice was firm but less harsh then before.
"Come on Bobby," Dean gave a weak, disarming grin, "I won't touch the big baby again; I promise."
"You mean like you promised me the first or the second time?" Came the sarcastic response.
Dean winced as he remembered saying about the same thing to his baby brother the night before. Now he knew how Sam felt when he'd said it.
"I told you, after you and your brother got into the fight during the damn trickster job. You touch him again and you and I would be having a talk with the brush. Well guess what son," Bobby sat on the bed, "I always keep my promises."
"Bobby…" Dean started.
"You really want to have a before discussion boy?" Bobby glared at the younger man.
"No, sir," Dean answered while moving over to the older man's side.
Bobby didn't hesitate to pull Dean over his lap, upper body resting on the bed.
Dean tensed feeling the flat end of the brush resting on his bare backside. Oh, why hadn't he remembered not to punch Sam? He gritted his teeth, determined not to make a sound. He didn't want Sam to hear him getting in trouble, not because he was embarrassed (which he was) but because he knew Sam would blame himself.
As if reading the boy's mind, Bobby spoke, "Sam's in your guys' office. I allowed him to turn on the radio."
Those were the only words spoken as Bobby raised the brush and brought it down with a resounding smack.
Bobby didn't hesitate to start lecturing.
"I don't know," SMACK "what's" SMACK "gotten into you" SMACK "Jonathan Dean," SMACK "but you know better" SMACK "then to solve a problem" SMACK "with your fists." SMACKSMACK "Son," SMACK "I promise you," SMACK "you will not" SMACK "like what happens" SMACK "if you ever" SMACKSMACK "fight with Sam again." SMACKSMACK "Do you," SMACK "understand me?" SMACK
"Y-yes, s-sir," Dean cried, not even bothering to hold back, "P-please B-bobby! I'm s-sorry!"
"What exactly are you sorry for son?" Bobby demanding to know, lightening up on his swats to allow the young hunter to answer.
"F-for hitting S-Sam," Dean answered threw his cries.
"Are you going to hit him again?" Bobby asked.
"No sir," Dean answered quickly, wanting his punishment to be over.
"I hope not Dean, cuz I would hate to have to spank you every night before bed," Bobby's voice was firm, letting Dean know that he was making a promise.
"Y-you w-won't," Dean assured the older man.
Bobby nodded his head and tipped Dean forward, bringing the brush to meet the tender under curve of Dean's backside.
"Noooo," Dean cried, hating himself for letting lose the cry but unable to stop it.
It really, really hurt! Dean vowed to himself as he went limp over his "uncle's" lap, that he would never, never touch Sam again.
After the last swats had fallen, Bobby gently pulled up Dean's pants before righting him. It was the harshest spanking Bobby had ever doled out to either of the brothers and, even though he knew it was deserved, he felt awful
"Alright boy," Bobby soothed, "It's over…Shhh son, take a deep breath."
Dean did as he was told, to tired and sore to even think about the fact that he was, at that moment, sitting on Bobby's lap and being held like a child.
As his cries quieted, he looked at the older man through his wet eyelashes, "I didn't mean to lose my temper like that."
"I know," Bobby replied helping him stand, "But just like you keep your promises to your brother, I keep my promises to you."
"B-bobby, a-are…" Dean frowned as he stopped talking. He wasn't going to start stuttering in front of the man he looked up to.
Bobby chuckled, "Go wash your face. We'll talk about if your going to be stuck hunting with me tomorrow."
Dean nodded his head and, again, did as he was told. There was no way he was going to risk Bobby's wrath again…at least, not for a few days anyways.
Bobby had originally planned on having Dean lay down and deal with Sam downstairs but he could tell by the way Dean came out fidgeting it would do no good to order him to bed.
So instead, the older hunter led the way downstairs and to the boys' office.
"Go shower Sam," Bobby's tone was firm letting the youngest hunter know it was his turn.
Sam paled as he turned pleading eyes to his brother. By the puffiness of Dean's eyes though he knew; there was no way Dean was going against Bobby at that moment.
With a bowed head, he went up and took a quick shower. When he entered the bedroom, Bobby was sitting on his bed, waiting for him.
Sam's eyes went wide at seeing the older hunter sitting on his bed. On instinct he took a step back. Bobby gave him a warning look causing the younger man to step back into the room quickly.
"B-bobby, I…" Sam started.
Me and your brother told you what would happen if we found out you were using your powers; didn't we?" Bobby interrupted.
"Yes, sir," Sam hung his head.
"Let's go boy," Bobby ordered, not unkindly.
Sam took a deep breath and walked over to him. What he really wanted to do was high tail it out of their but he knew better. He knew Bobby would catch him and then his backside would pay a bigger price then it already was.
Much like he had with Dean, Bobby wasted no time in up ending and baring Sam. Sam could do nothing more but gasped, not really shocked, so much as he wasn't prepared.
"B-bobby, please," Sam whimpered.
SWAT, SWAT "OW!" SWAT, SWAT "NO! B-bobby…" SWAT, SWAT "OW!" SWAT, SWAT
Bobby remained silent until settled down and stopped trying to get away. Much like Dean, he knew that Sam would wear himself out eventually.
When it finally happened he began to lecture.
"You know better" SWAT, SWAT "then to disobey," SWAT, SWAT "the rules," SWAT, SWAT "your brother and I," SWAT, SWAT "set for you." SWAT, SWAT
"I-I'm s-sorrrrrry!" Sam cried. "I w-won't do it a-agaiiiiin!"
"Your damn right you're not." Bobby scolded, his hand meeting the bare backside over and over again.
"B-bobby, p-p-pleeeeease!" Sam wailed, his backside once again blazing.
As much as he didn't want to, the older hunter knew he had to finish the job at hand. With that thought he picked up the brush he'd kept in the room and brought it down with a resounding smack on the tender under curve of the boy's backside.
"I had better," SMACKSMACK "not learn that you," SMACKSMACK "used your power or disobeyed me or your brother again!" SMACKSMACK "Do you," SMACKSMACK "understand?" SMACKSMACK
"Y-yes, s-sir," Sam sobbed, going limp over his 'uncle's' lap.
Bobby tossed the brush onto the dresser and, again, like he had with the older Winchester, Bobby brought the younger Winchester's pants up quickly and righted him.
As he gathered the young boy in his arms he started to rock slightly, knowing that Sam was better at accepting his comfort.
"It's ok boy; I got you. Shhh son, it's ok." Bobby kept up a steady string of soft words and wasn't surprised when Sam threw his arms around him and cried on his shoulder.
It was several minutes later when Sam finally calmed down and looked at the older man, "I'm sorry. I didn't...I mean I won't…I…" Fresh tears spooled in his eyes.
"I know," Bobby informed the younger man.
Sam's eyes started to flutter as sleep started to overtake him. With a chuckle Bobby helped him climb into bed, on his stomach.
Dean was pacing in the office when Bobby finally went down to get him. The two stared at each other for a moment.
"Sam's already in bed," Bobby informed him. "You should be joining him."
"Yes, sir," Dean responded instantly.
He dropped the book he'd been holding onto the desk and started out of the office. Bobby clasped him on the shoulder as he passed.
When he got to the room, Sam was half asleep, "Dean?"
"What's the matter Sammy?" Dean asked as he climbed into his own bed.
"I'm sorry," Sam's voice was shy, letting Dean know that he wasn't apologizing for using his powers.
"For what?" Dean wondered as he got out of bed and sat down next to baby brother.
"Getting you into trouble," Sam answered.
"You didn't get me into trouble Sammy," Dean replied instantly. "Go to sleep before Bobby comes up."
Sam nodded, "Already there."
Dean gave a small smile as he climbed back into his own bed, his eyes closing before his head hit the pillow.
It was a half hour later when Bobby came to check on his two boys. He couldn't help but wonder how long it'd been since the two had gone to bed having red backsides at the same time.
It didn't really matter though; he knew it would happen again…eventually.
It was about three o' clock in the morning when Dean's eyes flew open; sensing that someone or something was in the room with him and his baby brother.
Knowing that not just anything/anyone could get into Bobby's house Dean started to roll onto his back, stopping with a hiss as his backside protested.
"Interesting," A voice spoke.
Dean was up in a flash and soon found himself standing face to face with Castiel, "What are you doing here?"
"You stopped your brother?" Castiel asked.
Dean nodded, "He won't use his powers again."
"Good," The angel nodded, "I trust you and I won't be having any more problems either?"
Dean flushed remembering Castiel's threat about sending him back to hell, "We're good."
As Castiel went to leave he glanced one final time at the elder brother.
"What?" Dean inquired.
"It wasn't a threat Dean," Castiel informed the hunter, "nor was it a promise. I was simply reminding you of what I could do."
Dean nodded, not trusting himself to speak.
"Though maybe I should try your friend's method," The angel tilted his head and stared.
"I…HUH?" Dean looked at the angel with a confused expression.
"If you and your brother fail to live up to your promises, it will happen," Castiel stared hard, "I do believe you were told to sleep."
With that Castiel disappeared and Dean lay down. He gave a shake of his head. 'It wouldn't happen…the angel was just trying to scare him…yeah…that's what it was…
A/N: A special thank you to Riddick for catching the mistake I made and changed! I have NO idea WHY I keep doing that! (Blushes) For anyone wondering, I put Prologue instead of Epilogue.