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"Get back in the car," John ordered.
"No," Sam said defiantly.
"I said get back in the damn car."
"Yeah, and I said no."
"All right, you made your point, tough guy," Dean intervened. He had to; if he didn't, this could get real ugly real fast. "Look, we're all tired, we can talk about this later." He grabbed Sam's shirt and pulled him away from his father. "Sammy, I mean it, come on."
"This is why I left in the first place," Sam muttered as he walked toward the impala, back toward his father.
"What'd you just say?" John asked. He didn't need to ask. He heard him.
"You heard me," Sam said as he whipped around to face his father once again. Dean looked toward the two, internally groaning at the fight that was once again brewing.
"Yeah, you left," John said. He pointed to Dean. "Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away, Sam." He pushed onto Sam's chest - a move he instantly regretted, knowing it was an angry shove against his youngest. His remorse for the action didn't calm him. "You walked away!"
"Stop it, both of you!" Dean tried to intervene once again. It didn't work this time.
"You're the one who said don't come back, dad," Sam said. "You're the one who closed that door, not me. You were just pissed off that you couldn't control me anymore!"
"I said stop it!" Dean was surprised at the force he had to put in pushing the two off of each other. "Stop it! Stop it! That's enough!" Dean shouted.
Dean turned to his father, his back against Sam's chest.
"That means you too," the eldest of the brothers said as the youngest was forcing his way back into the impala - where safety was from the fight his brother had once again rescued him from.
Dean looked back to Sam, making sure he made it into the impala, before turning back to John. By the time he turned back to look at him, John was already in his truck.
Dean sighed.
"Terrific."
The boys were lead into the motel room by their father, who was fast on their heels. They knew they were in some sort of trouble - for a number of things. It could be anything their father chose to give punishment for.
"Sit, both of you," John ordered once the door of the motel was shut. The Winchester brothers dared not argue with their father in the heavy tone he held. While Dean was being the soldier he was trained to be, Sam was just grateful that him and his father were on...well, better terms than they were earlier.
"Sam, you and I had a little problem before that we need to take care of," John started.
"Dad, I thought we were done with that," Sam interrupted. He didn't want to dig through fresh wounds, and he was sure that his father had some with the words he had said. He even had some himself from the way John had manhandled him earlier.
"Don't interrupt," John said. "We're not done with it. You need to know that what I say goes."
"I thought we had decided that Dean and I are both adults now," Sam argued. "We're not your little puppets anymore, dad."
"Can we just stop with the damn fighting?!" Dean interrupted both of them.
"You keep shut, Dean; you and your brother both disobeyed a direct order that we're going to talk about after I get through with your brother," John said.
"I can't sit here and deal with this, dad," Dean said. "I'm sorry, but I'm sick of being the one who has to glue everything together when the fight's over!"
"Well, you better sit down and shut your mouth. You're in just as much trouble as your brother right now, especially since you've just talked back to me," John said. "Sit your butts down and listen to me, both of you."
The two decided to listen to their father to avoid further discipline; they knew they were getting punished in some way. They hoped to get off with just some grounding; they could even handle a spanking if they had to.
"Sam, you mouthed off to me earlier, and you and your brother stuck around when I told you to take off," John said. "But we'll talk about that one after we're done talking about your scene earlier."
"You can't be in control anymore, dad," Sam responded. "We're grown men, and you can't do this to us anymore."
"Oh yes I can, and I think you need a little reminder of what exactly I can do." John pulled Sam up by the wrist, being quick to unbuckle his son's belt and pull down his jeans and underwear, throwing him over his lap. Sam was too shocked to really do anything about the situation.
It was a quick - but harsh - spanking for Sam before John lifted his youngest son off of his lap.
"In a corner; stand at attention," John ordered. Sam nodded a bit, embarrassed that he was sniffling and crying like a little kid. He walked over to a corner and stood as his father always had him stand whenever he was having a timeout.
"Dean, you're in trouble too," John said. "You deliberately disobeyed me, and you and your brother were at risk."
"I know, sir," Dean responded. "But I don't regret it. I would do it again in a second."
John sighed. "Well, you know the drill, over my lap."
Dean didn't need to be hauled over like Sam was. He was unbuckling his belt and laying over his father's lap in under a minute.
Dean's spanking wasn't as harsh as Sam's was. Dean couldn't deny that he was getting off a little easier than his younger brother, but he hadn't had a huge standoff on the side of the road before.
Once the spanking was over, John pointed to the corner beside Sam. He didn't need to be verbally instructed on what to do like Sam had. He walked over to the corner, standing at attention.
"I'm gonna do a store run," John said, causing the boys to both internally groan. They knew what that meant. "You two stay put or there's gonna be trouble."
John left and Sam nudged Dean a bit.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Do you really think he's gonna go through...that punishment?" Sam asked.
"He will,' Dean said.
"How do you know?" Sam asked. "I mean, don't you think we're a little old."
"He just bent you over his legs and smacked your ass, didn't he?" Dean rolled his eyes. "Besides, he gave me the punishment when I was your age after you left for Stanford."
"W-Why?"
"Because I screwed up a hunt," Dean answered. "I was a little preoccupied at the time; wasn't doing the research like I was supposed do."
"Oh my god."
John walked through the door to see that his boys were still where he left them. He had collected everything he would need from the store - courtesy of Keith Wilkos - before heading back to the motel. He was impressed that Sam hadn't tried to defy this punishment just yet - he knew that it was coming - but assumed that if he did, Dean reeled him in.
"Okay, Sammy, come over here," John ordered. Sam turned from the corner, walking over to the one of two beds that John happened to be sitting at - diaper paraphernalia spread out. He wanted to cry again. "Don't get upset with me; you brought this on yourself. I'm just putting you in your place."
After Sam was diapered and dressed into clothing John had picked up from the store - a t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it with no pants, as he would be going to bed anyway - he was told to stay laying in bed. "I'll take care of you in a minute," John had said.
"Dean, turn around," John ordered. Dean did so in a second. "You're not going to get the same treatment as your brother. You'll be getting a different punishment?"
"A different punishment?" Dean asked. He wanted details on what exactly that would be. He was used to the same punishment he had been receiving for years and wasn't sure if he could become adjusted to something else so quickly. Maybe that was the point.
"Instead of getting the same treatment as your brother, you will be a small child," John said. "I picked up some clothes for you to wear." He dipped into a bag and threw a blue t-shirt and some sweatpants. "Hurry up and change so you and your brother can go to bed."
As Dean changed into his new clothing, John walked to the kitchen and made up a bottle of milk for his youngest. He returned to the boys; Sam was still laying in the bed, and Dean was sitting beside him.
"Dean, you sleep in the other bed," John instructed.
Dean nodded, getting into the other bed. "But, dad, where are you gonna sleep?"
"Don't worry about me," John answered. He planned on sleeping on the pullout couch if he didn't fall asleep in the bed with Sammy - which would be difficult with the kid having some inches on him. "Go to sleep, buddy."
John sat on the bed where Sam was laying down. "Come on," he said. "We're gonna do the cuddle thing."
"Dad, I'm twenty-two," Sam whined out.
"And you sound more like a two year old," John said. Sam positioned himself into a cradle-like position on his father, which was difficult. He knew he had to be hurting John, but if he was, the man never said anything.
John pushed the nipple of the bottle into his son's mouth until the milk was gone. He made sure to add a diuretic and sleeping medication in there for good measure. It worked well for Dean during his last punishment.
After Sam finished the bottle, John got out from under him before the kid could fall asleep on him. Then he would have really been stuck.
John watched as both boys fell asleep. Man, his kids would always just be big babies.