Supernatural Fic: Abandoned
I swear I'm working on some other more dramatic hurt/comfort Supernatural stories. One in particular I'm working on is Dean helping Sam with his demon blood withdrawal. But those get intense, and sometimes I need a break. A friend asked for a gift fic, and sometimes those just write themselves. Here's what my fever-induced brain wrote now.
Title: Abandoned
Author: sirenprincess
Rating: R
Warnings: Disciplinary spanking of an adult by another adult, angsty, curse words
Genre: Spanking fic, Angst
Characters: John (39), Caleb (23), Dean (14), Sam (10)
Spoilers: Season 1?
Word Count: 1,496
Scenario: John punishes Caleb
Implements: Belt, pretty harsh
Summary: June 3, 1993 Caleb disobeys John while on a hunt. John is not pleased and punishes him in front of Sam and Dean.
Disclaimer: This work is based on characters and situations created and owned by the CW. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This is a work of fiction and is not meant to condone spanking in real life.
Author's Notes: Written for lnlune. She requested John spanks Caleb for messing up on a hunt. I took a lot of liberties with Caleb, because it seems we hardly know anything about him in the show. Given a blank canvas character, my imagination really took off. My apologies if any of this is contradicted in canon anywhere.
That hunt had not gone at all as planned, but at least they were all okay. At least that’s what Caleb thought as they got out of the car. John Winchester opened the motel door and forcibly shoved him inside, causing Caleb to stagger a little. John’s two children, Sam and Dean, quickly shuffled in behind him. They could recognize the mood their father was in and knew well enough to stay clear. Caleb wondered if they were happy John’s anger wasn’t directed at them this time or if they felt sympathy for him.
John slammed the door shut. “What the hell was that, Caleb?” he demanded.
Caleb stood his ground and did not cower down. He’d done the right thing, and he’d do it again if given the choice. “That werewolf was going to kill you, John.”
“When I tell you to get down, you better fucking get down!” John roared. He was more furious than Caleb had realized. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Sam and Dean were cringing at their father’s tone. “My ten-year-old can manage that, why the hell can’t you?”
“If I’d have listened, you’d be dead. If I hadn’t distracted its attention, it would have killed you. I did what I had to do,” Caleb defended himself.
“And I very nearly shot you!”
Caleb shrugged. He knew the bullet had been very close to him; he’d felt it just graze his shoulder, but he was fine.
“Don’t you whatever me, boy! I am the senior hunter here. When I give an order, I have to know it will be obeyed immediately. My children can handle that, but apparently you can’t.”
“I can follow orders,” Caleb argued.
John took a deep steadying breath. There was a long pause. His voice was much calmer yet still firm when he spoke again. “If you want to prove that you can follow orders, then bend over.” He nodded his head at a small desk in the room.
“What?!” Caleb gasped in disbelief. He had an idea what John had in mind. He’d heard John spank his kids before; thin motel walls didn’t absorb sound well. But he was 23 years old and a hunter on his own, not a child!
John shook his head and sighed. “You’re not hunting with me anymore.”
Caleb could not understand the panic that went through him at those words. He did just fine hunting on his own. Why did it matter? But his heart suddenly ached so terribly, he had to clutch his chest. He was shaking; a fine sheen of sweat suddenly covered him. All he could think was one phrase: John’s abandoning me now too.
“Please, not that,” Caleb whispered.
“What?” John asked with confusion.
“Please don’t send me away. I promise I’ll do better. Just say that we can still hunt together sometimes.”
John sighed and ran a hand over his face. “I nearly killed you today, Caleb. Do you get that?”
“Yes, sir,” Caleb agreed. He didn’t know where the sir came from; it just came out, felt right. John was the closest thing he had to an authority figure left in his life.
“I give orders for a reason, and they have to be followed, whether it’s what you want or not. I don’t want you to stop and think about it; just do as you’re told.”
Slowly, Caleb nodded.
“Bend over the desk,” John commanded.
Caleb’s heart was pounding in his chest. He knew this was going to be bad, but his body complied with the order. It had been a really long time since he’d had to bend over a desk for a paddling, but Caleb could still recall the last time very clearly. He leaned over and braced his hands on the wood. He spread his legs just the right distance apart, perfect position. He didn’t resent John for doing this, especially not if it meant that he could stay.
And then there was that horrible sound, the sound of leather flying through jean loops. Oh God, John was going to use his belt! Caleb fought to maintain his composure. John was very strong, and this was really going to hurt. Caleb was acutely aware of the audience behind him as John aimed a few pats on his butt. John hadn’t asked his sons to leave. Maybe he wanted them to see what happened if you really disobeyed on a hunt. That thought sent a shiver down Caleb’s spine.
John gave no warning for the first lick, but the air cracked with the sound of the belt whistling through it. Caleb tried not to tense in anticipation, but it was hard. The belt impacted with his jean-clad bottom, but it felt like it tore right through him. John was every bit as strong as Caleb thought, and he wasn’t holding back. Caleb gasped at the impact, but he wasn’t going to cry out. He was going to hold himself together and just take this. Although he had no idea how many licks he might have to endure, he’d take it like a man.
The blows began falling quickly, one after another after another. There wasn’t enough time for Caleb to react to one lick before the next one fell. His bottom felt like hamburger, even through his jeans. Stinging did not even begin to describe the sensation. It was as if the belt was slicing through his flesh. A new stripe of pain formed with each swing, but they were coming so very fast, the next stripe was started before the one before it even finished forming.
Finally, Caleb was crying. He couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. It hurt. So much. And worst of all was his heart. He knew that he’d disappointed a man he really looked up to and respected. He’d forced John to do this to him, and that hurt most of all. So many blows. So much pain. Before long, Caleb was sobbing uncontrollably into his arms, broken.
“What the hell were you thinking, Caleb?! When someone says get down and they’re holding a gun, you get down!”
Caleb was sobbing so hard, words just started tumbling out without the careful filter he normally used. “I couldn’t let them see their daddy die. No one else’s daddy should die because of the monsters. They need you! They already lost their mommy too and .....” Caleb finally managed to shut himself up with a strangled sob. Memories of his father’s death overwhelmed him. There was so much blood everywhere. Daddy’s blood. They’d thought they were safe. They’d salted all the doors, but Caleb had missed a window. He’d only been about Sam’s age.
The motel room had pretty much vanished from Caleb’s view, but suddenly there was a firm hand squeezing his shoulder. “It’s over, son.”
Caleb stood up carefully and wiped his eyes. He couldn’t get his breathing regulated, so he just stood there, disoriented and sore. He was horribly embarrassed at the scene he’d made, in front of John and Sam and Dean. He was a strong hunter now, not a ten-year-old boy that had just lost his daddy, but something had just triggered in him and he’d lost it.
To Caleb’s great surprise, John put an arm around him in a half hug. “We’re heading out at 0600. Leave the weapons to me for once. The boys will reload yours for you. I want you at peak performance tomorrow. We’ve still got another one to track down.”
“Yes, sir,” Caleb said with a little smile. It felt good to be included and needed.
“I don’t think I need to worry about you disobeying my orders anymore, do I?” John asked, but there was no more bite to his voice. He sounded . . . caring.
“No, sir,” Caleb said quickly. “I know there’s a reason to have a chain of command on a hunt, and if orders aren’t followed . . . people get hurt.” Caleb shivered a little with old guilt.
John’s arm hugged him a little tighter. “Do you want me to walk you over to your room?”
Caleb wanted to say no. He was an adult and quite capable of walking across a motel parking lot alone, but he didn’t want to lose John’s comforting touch. It was just an awkward arm around his shoulder, but it was so much more than he’d had in such a long time. Caleb nodded.
John cared about him; Caleb could tell that, and it meant a lot. John was such a good man and a great hunter. He was going to do everything in his power to help John and also help protect Sam and Dean’s father. He hadn’t been able to save his own, but maybe if he made him excellent weapons, always fought at the man’s side whenever needed, and did a very good job, he could save someone’s father. And that was what Caleb wanted.
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Comments would be greatly appreciated. The back story I kind of invented for Caleb was that his mother was killed by something supernatural, and like John, his father became a hunter. Caleb was raised a hunter like Sam and Dean, but lost his father at a very young age. I imagine he was raised by someone in the hunters' circle and really looked up to John. But at this point in the story Caleb is feeling really lost and abandoned. He probably lost the hunter that helped raise him too. So he's reaching out to John. I think the two became closer and closer friends after this, at least I'd like to think so. And note this is before "Scorch Marks" so Caleb definitely would have come to answer John's call for help, and John would have trusted him to handle the job while he was gone, but would also have felt compelled to come back and help. I hope it worked and I hope you enjoyed it!
Title: Abandoned
Author: sirenprincess
Rating: R
Warnings: Disciplinary spanking of an adult by another adult, angsty, curse words
Genre: Spanking fic, Angst
Characters: John (39), Caleb (23), Dean (14), Sam (10)
Spoilers: Season 1?
Word Count: 1,496
Scenario: John punishes Caleb
Implements: Belt, pretty harsh
Summary: June 3, 1993 Caleb disobeys John while on a hunt. John is not pleased and punishes him in front of Sam and Dean.
Disclaimer: This work is based on characters and situations created and owned by the CW. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
This is a work of fiction and is not meant to condone spanking in real life.
Author's Notes: Written for lnlune. She requested John spanks Caleb for messing up on a hunt. I took a lot of liberties with Caleb, because it seems we hardly know anything about him in the show. Given a blank canvas character, my imagination really took off. My apologies if any of this is contradicted in canon anywhere.
That hunt had not gone at all as planned, but at least they were all okay. At least that’s what Caleb thought as they got out of the car. John Winchester opened the motel door and forcibly shoved him inside, causing Caleb to stagger a little. John’s two children, Sam and Dean, quickly shuffled in behind him. They could recognize the mood their father was in and knew well enough to stay clear. Caleb wondered if they were happy John’s anger wasn’t directed at them this time or if they felt sympathy for him.
John slammed the door shut. “What the hell was that, Caleb?” he demanded.
Caleb stood his ground and did not cower down. He’d done the right thing, and he’d do it again if given the choice. “That werewolf was going to kill you, John.”
“When I tell you to get down, you better fucking get down!” John roared. He was more furious than Caleb had realized. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Sam and Dean were cringing at their father’s tone. “My ten-year-old can manage that, why the hell can’t you?”
“If I’d have listened, you’d be dead. If I hadn’t distracted its attention, it would have killed you. I did what I had to do,” Caleb defended himself.
“And I very nearly shot you!”
Caleb shrugged. He knew the bullet had been very close to him; he’d felt it just graze his shoulder, but he was fine.
“Don’t you whatever me, boy! I am the senior hunter here. When I give an order, I have to know it will be obeyed immediately. My children can handle that, but apparently you can’t.”
“I can follow orders,” Caleb argued.
John took a deep steadying breath. There was a long pause. His voice was much calmer yet still firm when he spoke again. “If you want to prove that you can follow orders, then bend over.” He nodded his head at a small desk in the room.
“What?!” Caleb gasped in disbelief. He had an idea what John had in mind. He’d heard John spank his kids before; thin motel walls didn’t absorb sound well. But he was 23 years old and a hunter on his own, not a child!
John shook his head and sighed. “You’re not hunting with me anymore.”
Caleb could not understand the panic that went through him at those words. He did just fine hunting on his own. Why did it matter? But his heart suddenly ached so terribly, he had to clutch his chest. He was shaking; a fine sheen of sweat suddenly covered him. All he could think was one phrase: John’s abandoning me now too.
“Please, not that,” Caleb whispered.
“What?” John asked with confusion.
“Please don’t send me away. I promise I’ll do better. Just say that we can still hunt together sometimes.”
John sighed and ran a hand over his face. “I nearly killed you today, Caleb. Do you get that?”
“Yes, sir,” Caleb agreed. He didn’t know where the sir came from; it just came out, felt right. John was the closest thing he had to an authority figure left in his life.
“I give orders for a reason, and they have to be followed, whether it’s what you want or not. I don’t want you to stop and think about it; just do as you’re told.”
Slowly, Caleb nodded.
“Bend over the desk,” John commanded.
Caleb’s heart was pounding in his chest. He knew this was going to be bad, but his body complied with the order. It had been a really long time since he’d had to bend over a desk for a paddling, but Caleb could still recall the last time very clearly. He leaned over and braced his hands on the wood. He spread his legs just the right distance apart, perfect position. He didn’t resent John for doing this, especially not if it meant that he could stay.
And then there was that horrible sound, the sound of leather flying through jean loops. Oh God, John was going to use his belt! Caleb fought to maintain his composure. John was very strong, and this was really going to hurt. Caleb was acutely aware of the audience behind him as John aimed a few pats on his butt. John hadn’t asked his sons to leave. Maybe he wanted them to see what happened if you really disobeyed on a hunt. That thought sent a shiver down Caleb’s spine.
John gave no warning for the first lick, but the air cracked with the sound of the belt whistling through it. Caleb tried not to tense in anticipation, but it was hard. The belt impacted with his jean-clad bottom, but it felt like it tore right through him. John was every bit as strong as Caleb thought, and he wasn’t holding back. Caleb gasped at the impact, but he wasn’t going to cry out. He was going to hold himself together and just take this. Although he had no idea how many licks he might have to endure, he’d take it like a man.
The blows began falling quickly, one after another after another. There wasn’t enough time for Caleb to react to one lick before the next one fell. His bottom felt like hamburger, even through his jeans. Stinging did not even begin to describe the sensation. It was as if the belt was slicing through his flesh. A new stripe of pain formed with each swing, but they were coming so very fast, the next stripe was started before the one before it even finished forming.
Finally, Caleb was crying. He couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. It hurt. So much. And worst of all was his heart. He knew that he’d disappointed a man he really looked up to and respected. He’d forced John to do this to him, and that hurt most of all. So many blows. So much pain. Before long, Caleb was sobbing uncontrollably into his arms, broken.
“What the hell were you thinking, Caleb?! When someone says get down and they’re holding a gun, you get down!”
Caleb was sobbing so hard, words just started tumbling out without the careful filter he normally used. “I couldn’t let them see their daddy die. No one else’s daddy should die because of the monsters. They need you! They already lost their mommy too and .....” Caleb finally managed to shut himself up with a strangled sob. Memories of his father’s death overwhelmed him. There was so much blood everywhere. Daddy’s blood. They’d thought they were safe. They’d salted all the doors, but Caleb had missed a window. He’d only been about Sam’s age.
The motel room had pretty much vanished from Caleb’s view, but suddenly there was a firm hand squeezing his shoulder. “It’s over, son.”
Caleb stood up carefully and wiped his eyes. He couldn’t get his breathing regulated, so he just stood there, disoriented and sore. He was horribly embarrassed at the scene he’d made, in front of John and Sam and Dean. He was a strong hunter now, not a ten-year-old boy that had just lost his daddy, but something had just triggered in him and he’d lost it.
To Caleb’s great surprise, John put an arm around him in a half hug. “We’re heading out at 0600. Leave the weapons to me for once. The boys will reload yours for you. I want you at peak performance tomorrow. We’ve still got another one to track down.”
“Yes, sir,” Caleb said with a little smile. It felt good to be included and needed.
“I don’t think I need to worry about you disobeying my orders anymore, do I?” John asked, but there was no more bite to his voice. He sounded . . . caring.
“No, sir,” Caleb said quickly. “I know there’s a reason to have a chain of command on a hunt, and if orders aren’t followed . . . people get hurt.” Caleb shivered a little with old guilt.
John’s arm hugged him a little tighter. “Do you want me to walk you over to your room?”
Caleb wanted to say no. He was an adult and quite capable of walking across a motel parking lot alone, but he didn’t want to lose John’s comforting touch. It was just an awkward arm around his shoulder, but it was so much more than he’d had in such a long time. Caleb nodded.
John cared about him; Caleb could tell that, and it meant a lot. John was such a good man and a great hunter. He was going to do everything in his power to help John and also help protect Sam and Dean’s father. He hadn’t been able to save his own, but maybe if he made him excellent weapons, always fought at the man’s side whenever needed, and did a very good job, he could save someone’s father. And that was what Caleb wanted.
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Comments would be greatly appreciated. The back story I kind of invented for Caleb was that his mother was killed by something supernatural, and like John, his father became a hunter. Caleb was raised a hunter like Sam and Dean, but lost his father at a very young age. I imagine he was raised by someone in the hunters' circle and really looked up to John. But at this point in the story Caleb is feeling really lost and abandoned. He probably lost the hunter that helped raise him too. So he's reaching out to John. I think the two became closer and closer friends after this, at least I'd like to think so. And note this is before "Scorch Marks" so Caleb definitely would have come to answer John's call for help, and John would have trusted him to handle the job while he was gone, but would also have felt compelled to come back and help. I hope it worked and I hope you enjoyed it!