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Title: -
Author: Capricorn86
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, Dawn (18) Will (16) Emily (14) Alice (12)
Scenario: AU - Daddy!Sam, Sam spanks Emily
Implement: Hand
Summary: Emily is grounded, but takes a chance and breaks the rules. Sam reflects on the relationship with his eldest daughter, remembering the strained relationship he had with John in his teens.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Spanking and swearing
Word count: 4,636
"Hi Dean."
"Hey, Sam. What`s with the suit, you coming straight from work?"
"Yeah. Is Dawn home?"
"Yeah, she`s in her room, want me to go get her?"
"No, that`s alright. I just needed to ask if Dawn could come over to my place on Saturday instead of me coming here. I kinda need to stay at home tomorrow."
"Why, what`s up?"
Sam waved a hand dismissively. "It`s nothing, but can you take care of it? Drop her off around noon on Saturday?"
"Uh, yeah, sure. Hey listen, Sammy I really appreciate you helping her with her math, you know, she`s struggling, and it`s not my strong point. What with her graduating this year.."
"No problem, I`m happy to help," Sam interrupted. He turned to leave. "I should get home.."
"You don`t wanna come in for a beer or a coffee?"
"No, I need to get back to the girls."
Dean wrinkled his brow. "Why`d you come over here? You couldv`e just called."
"I tried, but the battery on my mobile went flat when I was in the car. I forgot to charge it last night. Anyway, your place is pretty close to work so I figured I could just take the little detour instead of heading back to the office just to use the phone. The girls already know I`ll be late today, I called the house earlier and talked to Alice."
"Well, I`m sure they`re perfectly capable of taking care of themselves for a little while. You look beat, why don`t you come in and grab a beer with me?"
Sam shook his head. "Some other time. Could I just use the bathroom though?"
After a moments hesitation, Dean stepped to the side to let Sam into the house. It wasn`t that Dean was reluctant to let his brother use the toilet, but the older Winchester could sense that something was wrong, and it bothered him that Sam was seemingly not going to share.
Sam was clearly stressed, but that could of course be caused by the long day he`d had at work, on top of the long workweek that was coming to an end today.
Did he have qualms about leaving his daughters alone, Dean thought to himself. He felt certain that it wasn`t the first time Sam had had to stay behind at the office to finish up. Dean himself often had long hours at the garage where he worked, but his kids were in their late teens, and had no problem fixing themselves a meal and getting their homework done without their father hovering over their shoulders.
Dean went into the kitchen and was soon joined by his son Will, who came in to grab himself a can of coke. He had his mobile pinned against his ear as he opened the can, and was laughing loudly at something the person in the other end was saying. "No way!"
"Who are you on the phone with?" Dean asked.
"Emily," Will answered.
Sam, who just then came into the room, caught his daughters name. "My Emily?" he asked his nephew.
The boy, who had no idea his uncle was in the house, jumped in surprise and spun to face him. His beautiful blue eyes were wide, and he stuttered: "Uh, n-no. Emily... Dickinson."
"Who?" asked Dean. He had never heard of this girl.
Sams gaze narrowed. "Oh really? Well your reception must be pretty damn impressive, Will, considering you can receive phone calls from beyond the grave!"
Will`s attention was claimed by the person on the phone, but instead of responding to them, he gave the mobile to his uncle, who was silently holding out his hand.
Dean, still feeling clueless about what was going on, caught Sam`s side of the conversation.
"Emily Elizabeth, put the phone down right now and go to your room. I expect to find you there when I come home, and then you and I are going to have a talk about you breaking the terms of your grounding."
When Will got his phone back, he didn`t even bother putting it to his ear, knowing the conversation had already been cut off from the other end.
He cursed himself inwardly for not being able to think on his feet and make up a name. Anything would have worked, anything that wasn`t Winchester. Dickinson was the first thing that had popped into his head. The name of the famous American poet was the second thing he associated with the name Emily, his cousin obviously being the first.
The boy exited wordlessly, feeling very guilty about getting Emily in trouble. The conscienscous boy had for the moment forgotten that she had been the one to make the phone call in the first place.
Sam sighed deeply. "I gotta go. You`ll drop Dawn off at noon tomorrow, yeah?"
Dean nodded. "Sure. Listen, before you go..."
"What is it, Dean?" Sam snapped irritably.
"I don`t know, Sam. What is it? What`s going on with you today, you`re even moodier than usual. You look like you need a Happy Meal."
Sam glared dangerously at his brother. "Look, I`m just... I got a lot on my plate, OK."
"Is this about Emily? Everything alright between-"
"Everything`s fine!" Sam cut him off sharply.
Before Dean could say anything else, Sam was already in the hallway.
"I gotta get home. See ya Saturday," he called back over his shoulder before slamming the front door shut.
--- SPN ---
As Dean would learn later, it had started Thursday afternoon, when Sam had come home from work.
As he was driving home, Sam recalled yesterday`s events. Both his daughters had come rushing into the hallway, talking over each other:
Sam held up a hand to quiet the two eager girls. "Just a second, let me get inside." He put his briefcase on the floor and hung up his coat.
"OK, me first," Emily blurted out, impatiently. "Can I go to a party tomorrow night?"
"Uh, what party? Who`s holding it?"
"It`s gonna be at Josh`s house. Ashley said-"
"Who`s Josh? I`ve never heard you mention him before. Is he in your class?"
Sam didn`t miss the slight hesitation before the answer came. "No, he`s in a different grade."
"So he`s older than you. Will his parents be there? When does the party start?"
"At nine. And I think his parents are going away for the weekend."
"So just so we`re clear, you`re asking me if you can go to a party hosted by an older boy with no parental supervision, which in addition starts 30 min before your curfew."
Emily nodded, sensing this wasn`t going very well.
"How old is this Josh?"
"Sixteen."
Sam raised his eyebrows. "And I`m assuming there`ll be a healthy mix of teenagers and alcohol at this home-alone-party."
"Well, I can guarantee that there won`t be any drugs," the girl replied cheekily.
Sam wasn`t naive. He knew very well that plenty of teenagers took the opportunity to party hard in their parents absence, which resulted in trashed homes and broken boundaries.
He knew his eldest could stand up for herself, and did not bow as easily to pressure as her peers, it was the other kids, particularly the older ones he didn`t trust. Sam knew all too well what went on in the mind of a sixteen-year-old boy.
Him allowing his fourteen-year-old daughter to attend a late-night party with older boys where there was bound to be a free flow of drink was out of the question.
"Sorry, Emily, but I can`t let you go to that party."
"Why not?"
"You`re more than welcome to attend parties held by your classmates as long as their parents are there to supervise, but you won`t be allowed to-"
"But Ashley`s gonna be there, her Mom said she could go!"
Sam doubted Emily`s friend had been honest with her about that. He reckoned Ashley had planned to sneak out, and was trying to get Emily to come along. He felt certain that Ashley`s mother had heard nothing of this party, or else she was an incredibly irresponsible parent.
"Well, I`m not Ashley`s mo- dad, I`m your dad, and I`m telling you you`re not going to that party, end of discussion." Sam said firmly.
Emily glared at her father and crossed her arms in a huff.
Sam turned to his youngest, who had stood silently by and observed the exchange between her dad and sister.
"What was it you wanted to say, Alice?" he said in a more gentle tone.
"Lucy asked if I could come over to her house on Saturday and sleep over. Is that OK?"
"Sure," nodded Sam. "Has Lucy asked her parents for permission?"
Alice nodded.
Before Sam could say anything else, Emily cut in: "So, I can`t go to a party, but she can go to a sleepover, how is that fair?"
Sam sighed, feeling a headache coming on. "There`s a big diff-"
"This fucking sucks."
"Watch it!" Sam snapped. "I understand you`re upset, Emily, but-"
"No you don`t!" Emily yelled. "I hate all your stupid rules, you never let me go anywhere or do anything! It`s totally unfair!"
"You don`t raise your voice at me like that," Sam warned. "We`re done talking about this. Now I`m going to start on dinner, and you can go set the table."
"Do it yourself," Emily snorted before rushing past her dad and sister.
Sam followed her quickly, fast enough to get his daughters bedroom door slammed in his face. Without missing a beat, he opened it and stepped inside Emily`s room, where the girl had already thrown herself down on the bed, and was glaring at him defiantly.
"Let me make something very clear, Emily Elizabeth," Sam said slowly in a serious voice that made the girl sit up and take notice, "You do not yell at me, or curse at me or your sister, and you do not refuse to do what I say. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Emily hissed in a non too respectful tone.
The gentle giant had reached the end of his patience. "I`ve had enough of this, young lady. You`re grounded. Now go and set the table like I asked, and after dinner you`ll stay in your room."
--- SPN ---
During the drive home from Dean`s house, Sam had some time to calm himself and think. He could not understand what had possessed his eldest to break the rules of her grounding, to dig herself deeper when she was already in trouble for her terrible attitude and rude behaviour.
After the girls had each turned twelve, he had started to gradually move away from using spanking as a punishment, but neither of them were under the illusion that spankings were a thing of the past. Both Sams daughters knew that he would spank them if they towed the line too far.
In Emily`s case, it had been well over a year since the last time she`d taken a trip over her father`s knee. Perhaps she`d gotten too cocky and needed a reminder of who was in charge, Sam mused as he clutched the steering wheel. He certainly wasn`t fond of the attitude she had been sporting these last few days.
Sam trusted his eldest to follow the rules and terms that applied to each grounding (some things were constant, while others varied depending on the offence) and he`d never had any problems until now.
Emily had known that her dad would be late home from work today, and so she`d seized the chance to break the rules knowing there was a slim to non-existent chance of her getting caught. As he pondered this, Sam couldn`t help but chuckle and give a slight shake of his head. She was every bit as stubborn, rebellious and moody as any other teenager, and the worst of it was how much she reminded him of himself at that age.
He could scarcely begin to count the times he and Dean had found themselves grabbing their chance at mischief whenever John had been away on hunts. Unluckily for them, they had often been caught and punished for their misdeeds when their father had returned home earlier than expected. Looking back, it seemed to Sam like neither he nor Dean had ever managed to get away with anything. One way or another, John had always found out.
Stopping at a red light, Sam adjusted the mirror slightly, catching a glimpse of his own dark hair and green eyes with a hazel centre. Not only had Emily inherited certain traits from her father, his good looks had also been passed on to her.
It was bittersweet, thinking about how alike the two of them were. Sam was forever comparing the way he was raising his daughters to how he himself had been brought up. As he thought of how Emily, now that she was a teenager, was rebelling more against his rules and wanted more freedom, he was painfully reminded of how he and his father John had constantly butted heads all through Sam`s teenage years. Sam had always wanted to break out from the hunting life, get away from John and his strict rules.
Sam had denied his daughter to go to that party in order to protect her. The same way John had prevented his son from attending certain events either due to them clashing with their lifestyle, or simply because he was too young and doing a certain thing or going a certain place would put him at some sort of risk. John had done everything he could to keep his children safe, and although young Sammy hadn`t appreciated it at the time, he was now a grown man with kids of his own, and could see his fathers actions and choices in a whole new light.