A Hot Temper Leads to a Hot Ass
Title: A Hot Temper Leads to a Hot Ass
Author: jtp4me
Summary: Sam loses his temper with his father and John takes him to task.
AU scene to the fight between John and Sam in the episode Dead Man’s Blood
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~~Supernatural~~Supernatural~~
Stepping hard on the brakes of his black 2-door 1986 GMC Sierra Grande, John fought with the truck as it fishtailed back and forth, trying to keep it from slamming into the Impala. He couldn’t believe Sam had pulled such a stupid stunt in an effort to get him to stop. The kid had been in a bitch of a mood lately, and he was getting damned sick and tired of it. Taking a deep breath as the truck finally came to a stop inches away from his beloved Impala, he rested his head on the steering wheel for just a minute, thankful that he had kept from hitting his boys.
Reaching over to open the door, he sucked in a few more deep breaths to calm his anger, the last thing he wanted tonight was to get in a fight with his youngest. It was cold and he was tired and he just wanted to kill the vampires and get this hunt over with. Climbing out of the truck as his children exited the car, he asked, “Sam, what was that?” as he strode towards his youngest.
“We need to talk.” Sam replied, his face twitching with anger.
“About what?” John queried as he got up close and personal with his youngest.
“About everything. Where are we gone dad? What’s the big deal about this gun?” Sam asked as he started firing off rapid fire questions. He was damn sick and tired of being kept in the dark by his father’s obsessive need to control everything.
Sammy come on! We can Q&A after we kill the vampires.” Dean stated, trying to diffuse the rapidly escalating situation.
“You’re brother’s right, we don’t have time for this.” John spat out with exasperation.
Ignoring both his family members, Sam went on with his tirade. “Last time we saw you, you said it was too dangerous to be together, now out of the blue you need our help. Something big is obviously going down and we wanna know what.”
“Get back in the car.” John told his youngest, getting right in the kid’s face, a slight smirk showing.
“No” Sam refused automatically.
“I said get back in the damn car.” John snarled.
“Yeah, and I said no” Sam spat back as if daring his dad to do something.
“Alright, you made your point tough guy. Look we’re all tired, we can talk about this later. Sammy I mean it.” Dean stated as he grabbed his brother to get him moving back towards the Impala.
“This is why I left in the first place.” Sam mumbled as he walked to the driver’s side door of the classic Chevy.
Not willing to let things drop with the way they were going, John asked. “What did you say?”
“You heard me.” Sam answered as he turned around angrily to face his father once again.
“Yeah. You Left. Your brother and me, we needed you. You walked away Sam, you walked away.” John said as he thumped his son on the chest.
“You’re the one who said don’t come back Dad. You’re the one who closed that door. Not me.” Sam voiced, barely containing the tears that were leaping to his eyes. “You were just pissed off you couldn’t control me anymore.”
“Yeah, well we’re going to see about that little boy.” John retorted as he grasped Sam by his tan jacket. I’ve had enough of this back talking. Without giving Sam pause to think about what his words might mean, he spun his youngest around and bodily forced him to lean over the Impala and pinned him there.
“Dad, what the hell?” Sam gasped, as his upper body lay draped over the Impala, “You can’t do this, I’m a grown man.”
“Yell, well you’ve also grown to big for your britches and I’m about to show you what happens when you mouth off to your old man.” John responded as he reached in under Sam and unsnapped his jeans. “You’ve been asking for it ever since we met up and you’re finally going to get it.
“Dad, NO.” Sam gasped as he started struggling frantically to break his father’s grip.
“Too late Sammyboy, I’ve had enough of your behavior and now your ass is going to pay the price.” John informed his baby boy as he yanked his jeans and boxers down to bare his behind in short order.
“Dad, please.” Sam begged to no avail as he soon felt his father’s calloused hand land hot across both cheeks of his ass. Damn, but he was starting things off with a vengeance.
“Sorry kiddo, but it’s time you learn that you will not disrespect me and get away with it.” John replied as he started landing rapid fire swats on his son’s behind. It didn’t take long for the swats to turn his derriere from being pale in color to a rapidly growing shade of red.
“OW Dad, stop, it hurts.” Sam wailed as he fought to get free to stop the burning pain in his backside.
“Settle down son, or it’s going to get worse.” John grumbled as he kept the swats up peppering first the right side, then left side of Sam’s buttocks before moving to his sit spots.
“Damn it. You can do this, let me up.” Sam yelled as a particularly sharp swat landed in the middle of his behind, while kicking back with his leg.
“Okay kiddo, if that’s the way you want it, you were warned.” John gritted through clenched teeth as he reached down to unbuckle his belt and pull it through the loops.
“No, please Sir, not the belt.” Sam whined, regretting his actions right away.
Dean clenched his teeth and his fits as he watched his father double the belt over and raise it into the air. He couldn’t stand to see Sammy hurting, even when the little bitch deserved it.
“I’m sorry Sammy, this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you.” John solemnly stated in answer before applying the belt to Sam’s upturned bottom. He nearly stopped at the sound of his son’s yelp, but Sam needed to learn a lesson and he had to follow through, no matter how much it pained him to do so. Bringing the belt down again, he applied stripe after stripe to Sam’s behind until his youngest child finally gave up the fight and started sobbing in earnest.
“I’m sorry Dad, I’m so sorry.” Sam cried as he finally gave in and lay limp across the Impala. His ass was ablaze and he didn’t think it would ever stop hurting again.
“Shhh, s’okay Tiger, it’s over now, I’ve got ya.” John whispered soothingly as he rubbed circles on his son’s back. “You’re okay, calm down now son.
“No I’m not.” Sam replied as he continued to sob over the hood. “How am I supposed to sit in the Impala now after the way you just blistered my ass?”
“Very gently kiddo,” John offered as he reached down to pull Sam’s boxers and jeans up over his flaming red behind, causing his youngest to hiss.
“Come ‘ere Tiger.” John said as he wrapped his arms around Sam and pulled him up off the car and spun him around, hugging him close to his chest. Relaxing into his father’s hold, Sam clung to his Dad until the tears finally abated moment’s later.
“Okay, if you two ladies are finished with the hugfest, we need to get this show on the road. There are still some vampire out there that need dealing with.” Dean informed his father and sibling.
“Yeah. You’re right.” John voiced as he scrubbed a hand across his face. “Sammy, give your brother the keys so you can crawl in back and lay down.” John ordered his youngest.
“Yes Sir, Sam answered obediently, he didn’t want to put any pressure on his any time soon anyway. He was going to be one well behaved child from now on.
This story is dedicated to the awesome atalantaj. It also contains nonconsensual spanking of an adult. The language will be colorful to say the least.I don’t own the characters or anything recognizable in this story Hand and beltGeneral