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It was just a normal hunt. The Winchesters have done it many times before but this time Dean's mouth got them into trouble. Mouth being the key word here.
The witch thought it would be hilarious to teach Dean a lesson. She decided to wash his mouth out with soap...literally real soap it forms in his mouth every time he swears. Sam had to keep smacking his brother's back to ensure he doesn't choke on it.
"Can you please stop..."
"Son of a bitch!"
The soap comes pouring out.
Sam sighs.
Great.
Despite all that one good thing came out of this hunt. The witch is dead at least that part of the hunt went well but unfortunately the curse still remained.
Just typical Winchester luck.
When the Winchesters finally reached the Bunker Mrs Butters stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for them. She looked worried as Dean came storming down the stairs.
"Is everything okay?" She asked.
He pushed past her and headed straight towards the fridge.
"I take that as a no." She sighed. She turns to the younger Winchester. "What happened out there Samuel?"
Sam runs his hand through his hair.
"Dean is cursed."
He goes on to explain what happened. Mrs Butters shook her head with disbelief. Her disbelief soon turned into annoyance. She turns and walks into the kitchen.
"Dean Winchester!"
Dean paused with the beer in his hand. Mrs Butters took the beer from his hand and drains it into the sink.
"Hey!"
She turns towards him with her hands on her hips.
"Do not hey me young man. I told you that potty mouth of yours will get you into trouble one day." She sighs and closes her eyes. "I do hate it when I am right." She opens her eyes and glares at him. "You." She points a finger at him. "Did not listen to me and because of that you are now cursed! It may seem like a harmless spell but it is not. You could die." Her anger turns into worry. "I do not want to see you die Dean. That is why it is my duty to ensure this does not happen."
"Any ideas on how we could get rid of this curse?" Sam asks.
"I am no witch but these spells tend to wear off on their own."
"How long will that take?" Dean asks.
She bites her lip.
"Days, weeks...months."
Dean cursed out loud.
Then he coughs as the soap forms in his mouth.
Mrs Butters grabs Dean by the scruff of his neck and hauls him over the sink.
"Spit it out!"
Dean coughs and spits the foamy soap into the skin. He gags and moans. Mrs Butters grabs the cup and fills it with water. She puts the cup in Dean's hand.
"Drink."
Dean sips the water and takes a deep breath.
"Fu..."
Mrs Butters slaps him across the face. Dean covers his cheek with his hand. He glares at her.
"What was that for?"
"Did you want another dose of lavender." She sniffs and nods. "Yes that soap is definitely lavender." She tilts her head. "Quite a nice smell actually."
Dean gives her a 'Seriously' look.
"But that is not the point." Mrs Butters continued. "If you are going to be living with this curse we will have to find a way to stop you from saying those nasty words."
"Easy I just don't say them."
"It may sound easy but it is not." Mrs Butters replied with a sigh. "Those words can just come out it is part of the natural human reactions. It cannot be helped."
"So what do we do?" Sam asks.
"Do not worry boys." Mrs Butters smiles at the brothers. "I will take care of it."
Dean bites his lip.
He didn't like the sound of that.
"I do not like to hurt you Dean but this has to be done for your own good."
Mrs Butters secures the collar around Dean's neck. Dean lifts his hand towards it but Mrs Butters smacks his hand away.
"Do not touch it."
"But it is making me itch."
"It is not pleasant for a reason."
"Is this really necessary?" Sam frowned.
"Do you want me to save your brother?"
"Uh yes..."
"Then let me save your brother." Mrs Butters picks up the remote. "This is how it works when you are about to swear Dean this button will be pressed and you will receive an electric shock. Lets do a demonstration." She smiles. "Say a bad word Dean." Dean raises his eyebrow. "Its alright Dean I am giving you permission to be a naughty boy just this once."
"Um..."
Suddenly Mrs Butters kicks Dean in the shin.
"Oww son of a bit..."
Button pressed.
Dean jolted as the shock went through his body.
"Fuc..."
Another electric shock.
Dean glares at her but Mrs Butters stood firm.
"It is for your own good." She said her voice stern.
Dean slumps back in his chair and sighs heavily.
"Whenever I am not around someone else will take charge of the button. Samuel." She nods. "I am counting on you." Sam looked uncomfortable. Mrs Butters places her hand on his shoulder. "I know its tough but it needs to be done. You will both thank me later. We should also inform the boy Jack as well make him aware of our current predicament." She nods to herself. "Yes we'll do that now. Stay right there young man." She points at the older hunter. "I am going to teach you how to not swear."
Dean groans out loud. Sam chuckles to himself.
"You can stay as well." Mrs Butters wags her finger in Sam's direction. "Let this be a lesson to you all."
The smile immediately wipes off Sam's face.
Mrs Butters brings in a very confused Jack to the table. She sits him down and places a notebook and pen in front of him.
"Always good to make notes." She says.
Jack looked blankly at the paper.
"Everyone sit down." Mrs Butters ordered.
The Winchesters both sat down.
"Okay." Mrs Butters pushes a whiteboard into the room. "Here." She gestures to the board. "Is a list of words that I call the polite swear words. Now I heard a great deal of profanity during my time here and gosh the Men of Letters had foul mouths on them." She tsks at that. "Very rude indeed. I tried to get them to tone down on the language but they would not listen so I hope you boys will listen especially you Dean." She shoots the older Winchester a look. "If not I will use you to wash the dishes in. You will after all have plenty of soap to share." She grinned. "Also we must protect this boy from becoming corrupted." She points at Jack. "Keep his mouth nice and clean."
Jack frowns and touches his mouth.
"Okay so the alternatives to oh..." She grimaced "I am not going to say it because it is disgusting. I do not understand why humans use poo as a swear word."
"I thought they say shit not poo." Jack frowned.
Mrs Butters glares at him.
"Language!"
"English." Jack replied.
She shakes her head.
"Trying to be funny huh?"
Jack's frown deepens.
"No."
Mrs Butters studied his baffled face and sighs.
"I will let you off for now but I do not want to hear that awful word again. Understand?"
Jack nods.
"Okay."
"Good. Now as I was saying the alternatives are sugar, crumbs, coconuts."
Jack looked more confused than ever.
"Snap." She continued. "Ship."
"I have a question." Jack says.
Mrs Butters forced a smile.
"Yes dear?"
"You can say ship but what about a bus or a car?"
"No dear. You say ship."
Jack thought about it. Then his eyes widen.
"Is it because it sounds like sh..."
"Don't say it." She cut him off. "But yes you are right they do sound similar."
Jack looked proud for several moments. Then the frown is back on his face again.
"So what does the food mean?"
That I do not know." Mrs Butters shrugged. "All I know is that it is used as a polite alternative."
"Okay." Jack writes a few words down on the paper. "I will remember that."
He beamed at her. Mrs Butters smiles back.
"Good boy."
Sam glances at his brother. Dean runs his hand down his face.
Shut up Jack otherwise we are gonna be here all day.
When Jack asked about why is monkey an alternative to bitch. Dean decided he had an enough.
"Jack stop it! God da..."
Dean yelps as he receives an electric shock.
Mrs Butters gives him an disapproving look.
"By the way." She looks at everyone. "The alternative to that is darn it. Now Dean say that word to the class."
"I'm not saying that!"
Another disapproving look.
Dean sighs.
"Darn it."
She smiles.
"Well done."
The rest of the week Mrs Butters coached Dean into using the polite version of swear words. Sometimes she would catch him off guard to see if he would slip up. One time Dean walked out of the kitchen munching on a candy bar. He failed to notice the banana skin on the ground. As soon as his foot went on it he slipped and fell on his back.
"OWW! SON OF A..." Dean paused and grits his teeth. He squeezes his eyes shut. "G...Gun."
He blows out a sigh.
"Oh dearie I am so sorry." Mrs Butters quickly came with a broom in her hand. "I must have missed a spot."
She gives him an apologetic look and begins sweeping up the banana skin. Out of the corner of his eye Dean noticed the little smirk forming on her lips.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
That darn nymph!
Two weeks have passed and Dean decided he needed to get out of here. He loved Mrs B but she is starting to drive him insane now. After finding the key to unlock his collar Dean grabs his coat and car keys and slips out of the Bunker.
He heads to the nearest bar and treats himself to a few drinks.
Dean let out an "Ahhh!" as he takes a first sip of the beer.
"I missed you." He said as he stroked the bottle.
Dean then started chatting one of the ladies up. Later on he and his new companion booked themselves a room into a motel.
The lady Olivia she called herself moaned as Dean started to ride her.
"OH GOD OH GOD FUCK!" She cried out.
Dean plants his hands on the headboard and increases the pace.
"FUCK...FUCK DAMM!"
So many swear words spilled from his lips. It was only when Olivia looked up and screamed that Dean noticed the soap pouring out of his mouth.
Oh snap!
Dean turns his head and spits out the soap but more kept coming. Dean started coughing hard. He holds his throat and his eyes widen with horror.
"I...I can't s..." He coughs.
A splatter of soap hits Olivia in the face. She again screams and jumps out of bed.
"I'M CALLING AN AMBULANCE!"
She grabs her phone and dials 911. Dean tried to stop her but he couldn't breathe. He eventually collapses on the ground.
And the soap continued to pour out of his mouth.
Sam throws open the doors and runs towards the reception desk with Jack following behind.
"Where's my brother?" He yelled.
The receptionist looks up at him.
"Name?"
Sam prayed Dean used the fake name.
"Dean Campbell I'm his brother Sam Campbell."
She types on the screen. She then nods.
"Room 5. Just down the hall, turn right."
Before she finished her sentence Sam takes off and sprints down the hallway. Jack looks at the receptionist.
"Thank you." He says before following the younger Winchester.
The doctor shakes his head.
"We can't discharge him."
"Why not?" Sam asked.
"He had soap in his mouth...soap." The doctor said with disbelief. "That is quite concerning."
"I'm sure you dealt with stuff much weirder than this."
"Soap." The doctor again shakes his head. "Soap."
"Yes but he is fine now."
"We don't know that. We need to run some scans to see if he ingested any of the soap and we have to inform the psychiatric department."
"Are you saying my brother is crazy?"
"He did have soap in his mouth. There is a chance he could have been trying to harm himself."
"During sex?"
"Its...possible."
"Maybe it was just a kinky thing they were doing." Sam shrugged. "But look doc whatever happened it will not happen again I can assure you on that."
"I can't just take your word for it Mr Campbell."
"Dean wants to be discharged." Sam nods to his brother. "Dean do you wanna go?"
Dean nodded behind his mask.
"See." Sam folds his arms. "Now let us go."
"I don't think that is possible Mr Campbell."
"Are you disrespecting a patient's wishes?"
"Of course not."
"Well it sounds like it." Sam towers over the doctor's small form. "Do I need to file a lawsuit? I studied law so I know my rights and I know I can sue this hospital and destroy your career. Do you want me to do that Doctor..." Sam looks at the name tag. "Jenkins."
Jenkins sinks in on himself feeling intimidated by the younger Winchester.
"Mr Campbell that will not be necessary."
"Then you know what you need to do."
Jenkins swallows nervously as Sam continued to loom over him. He then looks at the nurse.
"Get the discharge papers."
"But doctor..."
"Do it!"
The nurse nods.
"Yes doctor."
Once Dean is discharged Sam grabs his arm and drags him out of the room. Jack looks at the doctors and swallows.
I shouldn't use my powers but...A small one wouldn't hurt...Right?
Jack raises his hand.
"You didn't see anything. Forget this ever happened."
The nurse frowns at him.
"What the Hell are you doing kid?"
Jack lowers his hand.
"It didn't work? It always works in Star Wars." They continue to frown at him. Jack laughs nervously. "Umm at least his mouth is now clean."
Seconds later the nephilim rushes out of the hospital.
"How dare you!...HOW DARE YOU!"
Mrs Butters wags her finger at Dean. Her face is fuming.
"AFTER EVERYTHING I DONE FOR YOU THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?"
"Mrs B I'm sorry."
Mrs Butters shakes her head.
"I am so disappointed in you Dean Winchester."
Dean looks down in shame.
"I cannot let you get away with this." Mrs Butters folds her arms. "I have to punish you."
Dean expected the collar. He closes his eyes waiting for it.
"Dean get on the table."
Dean opens his eyes and frowns.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
Dean cautionary climbs on to the table. Mrs Butters suddenly pulls his belt off him and pushes his jeans down.
"Whoa what are you doing?" Dean yelled in shock.
Mrs Butters narrows her eyes at him.
"If you are going to behave like a child I will treat you like a child."
Dean watched as she climbed on to a chair. She raises her hand towards his bottom. Dean's eyes widen when he realized what she is about to do.
"No Mrs B please don't!"
You need to be disciplined." She said her voice firm.
Before Dean could protest Mrs Butters smacks him on the bottom. She did it again and again until tears filled Dean's eyes. Once Mrs Butters is done she jumps of the chair and orders Dean to pull his jeans up.
Dean pulled his jeans up. His cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. He is so glad Sam and Jack didn't have to witness that.
"I'm sorry Dean." Mrs Butters said sounding apologetic. "I really do not like doing that but it is the only way you are going to learn." She places her hand on his arm. "I do it because I care about you. You know that right?"
Dean didn't respond.
"We'll resume the sessions tomorrow. I think we all need the day off." Mrs Butters sighed.
Dean slowly nods and goes to his bedroom.
He then closes the door behind him.
"What is that?" Jack asked.
Mrs Butters holds the object up higher. Dean immediately recognized what she is holding.
"Mrs B...Why do you have that?"
"I can't take away human pleasures. I cannot ban you from sex so we need to find a way around it. This here." She shakes the vibrator in her hand. "You will use it and if you swear." She waves the remote in her other hand. "You know what will happen."
Dean thought the spank was embarrassing.
This is worse.
"Don't be silly." She puts the vibrator in his hand. "I know what's hiding behind your jeans and it does not bother me at all."
"I'm not doing this."
Mrs Butters raises her eyebrow.
"The other option is kidnapping a random woman from the street to have sex with you and I'm sure you will not like that option."
She's right Dean doesn't like that option at all.
So vibrator it is.
Dean sulks and goes into his bedroom. Jack looks at the wood nymph his face is full of worry.
"It is for his own good." Mrs Butters answered reading the young man's thoughts. She then smiles and puts her arm around him. "Come I'll make you those smoothies you like."
"I think the curse is gone."
It has been a few weeks since Dean was cursed. When Mrs Butters said those words everyone froze on what they were doing and looked at her with hope in their eyes.
"How do you know?" Sam asks.
"I can't detect the magic anymore." She narrows her eyes at Dean and studies him. "Nope nothing."
"So does that mean I'm not cursed anymore." Dean said with hope in his voice.
She nods and smiles at him.
"That's right Dean."
Dean does a fist pump in the air.
"Yes! Finally!"
"We shall celebrate." Mrs Butters clasps her hands. "How does cherry pie sound?"
A dreamy smile forms on Dean's face.
"That sounds awesome Mrs B."
"Dean, be a dear and fetch me the ingredients please."
Dean nods and grins.
"Yes ma'am." Dean opens the fridge and groans. "Fiddlesticks!" Sam glanced over his shoulder. Dean opens the door wider and shows everyone. "We're out. Darn it!"
"That will not be a problem." Mrs Butters smiled. "A pop to the shops will do just the trick."
"You are right Mrs B." Dean nods. "Come on Sam lets go. I want my pie!"
Sam rolls his eyes.
As Dean gets ready to leave Sam walks past and steps on Dean's foot.
"Son of a gun!" Dean glares at his brother. "Watch where you are going man!"
"Sorry." Sam apologized. "Umm Dean you know you can swear now right?"
"I am." Dean smirked. "It is called polite swearing. Right Mrs B?"
"That's right Dean!"
Sam blinked in shock.
"Now come on. I want my pie! Sugar Sam you take so long!"
Dean let out a huff and goes up the stairs. Sam stared at the spot where his brother was several moments ago.
"Well well."
Sam turns his head round. Mrs Butters looked at him with amusement on her face.
"Seems that curse was a blessing in disguise."
Sam wasn't sure he could agree with her on that.
"Shit." Sam muttered under his breath as he goes up the stairs.
"Samuel."
"Yeah Mrs B?"
"I heard that."
"Sorry."
The End