(Dean) Teen Angst

The angry 16 year old stomped past Bobby and into the living room.

"Well come on in Dean," Bobby said wondering what was up with teen's attitude.

"Sorry Bobby his attitude will improve I promise you," John said directing the comment towards his son.

John was meeting up with a couple of other hunters in Nebraska and wanted the boys to stay with Bobby so he could entirely focus on the task at hand. But Dean was far from happy about it preferring to be closer to John and in charge while his father was away. He and Sammy were just fine on their own and they certainly didn't need Bobby to be bossing them around.

The mood in the room didn't seem to bother Sam as he carried his duffle bag up to the room he and Dean shared wondering why his brother was so upset. He crashed on the bed and stretched happy to be out of the car.

"I need to get on the road," John told Bobby.

"Let's eat first, the food is nearly ready and you can't go on an empty stomach," Bobby said.

John agreed and watched his boys shovel food into their mouths faster than starving dogs. He had no idea where they put it all. Sammy especially seemed to be able to put it away. Dean's surly attitude seemed to carry over to the dinner table as he pushed his chair back and stood up.

"Hey, first you ask to be excused and then you carry plate to the sink," John instructed.

"Whatever," Dean said flippantly tossing his plate into the sink.

John went to stand up but Bobby held him down. "Take a breath and then go talk to him, and John talk to him don't just yell, order and demand."

"He can't be allowed to act like this, he knows better," John said.

"I know, but sometimes you need to walk and speak quietly and keep the big stick out of sight."

"But still within reach," John added.

Bobby only sighed while Sam continued to shove macaroni and cheese into his mouth not the least bit concerned in what was going on around him.

Dean was on the front porch fuming upset by being treated like a little kid. His dad had been taking him on hunts showing him the ropes and now he wasn't being allowed to hold the fort down, it made no sense and the worst thing about it was John wouldn't say a word as to why they couldn't stay alone. He would stay at Bobby's but he wasn't going to be nice about it, then his dad would think twice before dumping him off here again.

John looked out the window and tried to think of the best way to approach this. He knew Dean was upset by having to stay at Bobby's thinking he was entitled to be alone with Sam and take care of everything and that is precisely why John wanted the burden lifted this time. He didn't want Dean to feel entitled to anything, never take anything for granted and he also wanted to give the boy a break, whether he wanted it or not. He wanted no second thoughts about the boys and what they were up to while looking for this demon.

"Talk to me kid," John encouraged as he stepped out onto the porch.

"Why nothing I say ever matters," Dean shot back.

"That's not true," John answered.

"Bullshit," Dean countered.

"Excuse me, I will not tolerate that language young man and you very well know that."

"So ground me Dad, but oh yeah you won't be here to do that, is that why you dumped us off here so Bobby can parent us since you will be gone?"

John took a deep breath and tried to recall what it was like to be a teenager and what difficult lives his son's led. "Listen," he began trying to control the volume of his voice, "the bottom line is I want you to stay at Bobby's so you will be staying at Bobby's. I'm sorry but you know that I have to go on the road and I want you to not have to be the adult this time, I think you deserve a break."

"I don't want a break," Dean declared.

"Well I want you to have one," John stated. "Look like it or not you're here and here you will stay and you will listen to Bobby. I do not want any bad reports of your attitude or behavior am I understood?"

Dean just glared at the front yard.

"Am I understood?" John repeated.

Dean just grunted and though John was far from satisfied he left it alone and walked back into the house to tell Sammy goodbye.

John drove off extremely upset with the behavior of his eldest son. It was just last week that he had been angry with Sam for bucking his authority and now Dean the one he could generally count on for anything was doing the same thing while Sam had become the compliant one. Would he ever get a break? He already knew that answer was no, he just hoped that Dean wouldn't take out his anger on Bobby who had done nothing to deserve the misplaced madness.

"Your dad left a list of what school work you need to get done while he's gone. I don't care when you get it done but I want you to make some progress every day," Bobby said setting the back packs in the library.

"No problem," Sam quipped.

"Whatever," Dean pouted.

"Well as long as we all understand each other," Bobby said as he headed back to the kitchen to clean up.

In the days that followed Sam was pleasant getting his homework done and helping Bobby out with the household chores. Dean on the other hand who usually liked to help out with cars in the yard stayed quiet and alone.

"How's the homework coming?" Bobby asked one evening.

"Fine," Dean snipped.

"Really then why hasn't your bag moved?"

"Because we were fine where we were and dad didn't need to bring us here. I hate school but I get crap done while I'm there because I have to, but here, here I don't want to do it and there is nobody to make me," Dean stated.

"Oh but I'm here and I imagine your daddy will be calling and might be a wee bit upset that you haven't even gotten started."

"Well screw him, if he cared he would be here," Dean argued.

"Oh really," Bobby questioned taken aback by the boys comment, "I'm sure he would love to hear all that. Look you know what this job requires and he would be gone even if he left you where you were so drop the rude 'tude and do what you were told."

Dean responded with a gruff look and stomped off and out the front door leaving Bobby in shock. Bobby took a deep breath and decided to let them both cool off before he confronted the teen again. But his moment was shattered as he heard an engine start in the front of the house. He ran to the door just in time to see an old truck that he had just taken possession of pull out; damn John for teaching that boy to hotwire a car.

Bobby couldn't believe it, Dean was gone and John was due to call at any time. Surely the boy knew that. He was really taking this to a new level and Bobby was unsure what to say or do.

"What are you going to tell Dad?" Sam asked interrupting Bobby's train of thought.

"I have no idea kiddo, no idea."

No sooner had he said that when the phone rang. Bobby took a deep breath and greeted his friend. "How's it going? Fine they're just fine. Yep Sam is right here but Dean went out for a bit, should be back soon," Bobby said making his decision on what to tell John.

He handed the phone to Sam whose big eyes seemed shocked. The boy filled him in on all the homework he had gotten done and how he had helped Bobby out. When the topic seemed to turn towards Dean he gave only one word answers. Finally Sam thrust the phone back into Bobby's hands and walked away.

"Dean? Well he still isn't very happy, not getting much done in the homework front. What? I didn't just let him leave; he decided to do it on his own. No don't come back, get your job done. He's a moody teenager they all get like this and you don't need to overreact. John calm down, you're not perfect and neither are your kids so don't go overboard on the threats just let him be what he is and that is a brat right now. I know you didn't raise any brats but sometimes it leaks out of them all the same. Let him have his tantrum its better than holding it all inside. Okay I'll tell him, bye."

"What did he say?" Sam asked.

"That he is not happy with your brother and he had better be here to talk the next time he calls."

"And when is that going to be?"

"Tomorrow morning and for your brother's sake I hope he's here," Bobby lamented.

"Why is Dean so mad?"

"Cause he wanted to be in charge, he thinks your daddy has lost faith in him and you nothing makes him madder than when he doesn't get to be the big brother in charge. Now why don't you get ready for bed and find something to read."

"Okay," Sam sighed. He headed up the stairs and ran to the window in the hallway and looked out of the front yard hoping to see Dean out there moping but all he saw was junk and more junk. He knew if John had found out that Dean took off in a vehicle that wasn't his and hotwired it no less there would be hell to pay. Usually just a glare and an idle threat would keep his brother in line as he held deep respect for their father but Sam also knew when Dean stepped out of line far enough to anger the old man things didn't go so well for the perpetrator. John was stern but his eyes generally held compassion but the few times that Sam had crossed him severely enough that compassion turned to fire. And he knew there was fire in his eyes right now.

Despite trying to stay awake Sam lost the battle and fell asleep before midnight, Dean had always teased him that he could never stay awake late enough to become a good hunter. Sam thought that was great since he had no desire to become a hunter. He knew the day when he made that announcement that there would be some serious fire in his fathers' eyes but he wouldn't concern himself with that now; now it was Dean's turn.

Dean had called at some point during the night to say not to worry he and the truck were fine because after all he could take care of himself. Bobby passed along what his father had said but Dean didn't seem to care.

The call came a little after 9:00 and Bobby seriously considered not answering but feared that would most definitely send the elder Winchester their direction immediately. So he cleared his throat and under the watchful eyes of Sam he picked up the phone.

"Hey there John how's the hunt going? That bad huh? No he isn't, well I don't know. Don't yell at me he isn't a child anymore and it is my truck he took off in…so you shouldn't be any angrier than I am."

Bobby and John spoke for several more minutes and with the way Bobby slammed the phone down Sam guessed the remainder of the conversation went about as well as the first part. "So what's he going to do?" Sam asked.

"They are close to sending this demon packing so I imagine he'll finish the job then he'll come back here and finish Dean," Bobby sighed.

Another day went by with no Dean and Bobby was past irritated and was quickly moving towards rage. This boy was heading towards disaster. Bobby was unsure when John would return and still had no idea where Dean and his truck were. He tried to let his frustration go but found it continually rise to the surface. He knew that Dean was pushing the limits in order to get John's attention but feared that he would overwhelmed by the attention that he so desired. Bobby had no idea what John would do to the boy but was sure it wasn't going to be pleasant.

"So what's your dad been dishing out in the way of punishment for Dean lately?" he asked Sam.

"Umm, no driving, being grounded if Dad's around, extra chores, exercises um," Sam paused deep in thought, "he had to write an essay on respect after he mouthed off to a teacher, but I think the school made him do that."

Bobby figured they did as Dean knew better than to backtalk his father, John demanded and got the respect of his boys. The one time that he could remember Dean getting downright snotty with John ended with Dean having a throbbing behind.

"Mmmm," Sam continued, "Dad got in his face a couple of weeks ago about something, but I can't remember what and after that he had been pretty good."

"Until now," Bobby sighed.

"Yeah until now," Sam agreed.

The day dragged by with Sam working on his schoolwork and Bobby working on anything he could find to keep him busy. Bobby and Sam had just finished eating and washing the dishes when they heard a vehicle pull up outside.

"Dad or Dean?" Sam asked as he headed for the door.

The red truck pulled up with a weary looking Dean driving. Bobby met him before he could get out of the vehicle. He gave it a once over and everything looked just as it had when Dean took it except for the gas gauge which rested on E and was probably the reason for the teens return.

"Nice to see you back," Bobby said.

Dean mumbled "thanks."

"Not you I'm talking to the truck," Bobby clarified. "What the hell did you think you were doing? Your daddy is due anytime and you are so screwed."

"Well then I guess he'll just have to deal with me then," Dean said full of bravado, bravado that was quickly losing steam as the crunch of gravel hit the air again indicating the arrival of another car.

The Impala pulled up as Dean tried to roll the window up only for Bobby to slap his hand down on top of it preventing Dean's protective measure. Bobby looked at this friends face and wasn't sure how hot the blood was boiling yet. Sam just took two giant steps backwards.

John was at the truck in seconds and nodded to Bobby and barked for Sam to get into the house. Sam a bit upset by the gruff greeting was still relieved that he was given his leave.

John visibly took a deep breath and then turned his attention towards his eldest son. "Start explaining," he ordered.

Dean suddenly turned into a mute and merely stared out the windshield. John shifted his weight and looked around the yard and then took a step forward and opened the door and hauled his insubordinate little monster out of the cab. "I'm not asking you again," John fumed.

Dean moved around to the front of the truck and leaned against it for support fearing he would just collapse if something wasn't holding him up. This was what he had wanted right his old man's time and total focus? But now that he was feeling his fathers' hot breath of anger he was thinking he had been a total idiot. He was trying to look up and meet his fathers' eyes but was finding it difficult.

"You scared?" John asked.

Dean remained silent.

"You ought to be, it is taking everything I have not put down on the ground," John seethed. "Nothing, I repeat nothing gives you the right to take off like you did, especially in somebody else's vehicle. Dean I am so angry right now I can't even look at you. I want you to go to your room until I come get you, and Dean," John continued grabbing the teens arm tightly, "you had better be there full of answers."

Dean tromped upstairs happy to be alive. Sam was busy pretending to read when Dean came in. "You're still alive, thank God," he exclaimed.

"Yeah well I don't know for how much longer," Dean retorted.

"Well when Dad comes up here do yourself a favor and just say yes sir and no sir, don't get uppity, Dad will not put up with that for a second," Sam explained.

"Thanks twerp you better go before Dad comes."

Sam opened the door to find John looking highly upset on the other side. He turned and mouthed "yes sir and no sir" as he departed.

The glare that John wore caused a shiver to run from the tip of the teen's hair to the bottom of his toes. It was official he was a dead man.

"Start talking," John demanded.

"I was mad because you didn't trust me enough to leave us alone for this hunt," Dean said quietly.

"And that gives you the right to do what you did?"

After being met with silence John demanded an answer. "Does it?"

Remembering what Sam had advised Dean said, "no sir," but Dean being Dean couldn't stop at that, "but you didn't even listen to me you just did what you wanted and didn't care about us!"

John took a deep breath and walked around the small room finally returning to his wayward son. "So you think I don't care that's it?"

Dean mumbled something incoherent.

"Dean much of what I do has a lesson and you failed this lesson miserably. Sometimes you just have to follow orders whether you agree with them or not. Not only did you not do what you were told you put Bobby and Sam through hell and affected my hunt. All those things are completely unacceptable. You want to hunt and I think you are ready and then you pull this selfish crap."

"Dad I am ready to hunt and that's why I know I can take care of Sam when you're gone."

"Hard to do when you're not around."

"Because you made sure Bobby was."

"So because things didn't go how you wanted them to, something I might add that happens often on hunts you just ran away. Is that what I can look forward to on hunts? You running away if it goes bad?"

Dean swallowed and wondered how his dad had twisted this all around. Dean had been so sure he was right and could prove his point that was until John began speaking.

"You acted like an immature little brat and I ought to treat you just like one, give you what you want."

"I don't want anything," Dean said.

"Then you shouldn't have asked for it," John replied stepping forward.

Dean cringed as he heard the belt slick through his father's belt loops, but his father was right he did ask for this. He heaved up a dramatic sigh and looked around the room for some kind of support.

John sensing what Dean was looking for put his hand on the boys shoulder and directed him towards the bed. "Lay down, I can work with that."

Dean swallowed hard, eyeing the tangled sheets below him. It had been many moons since John had tossed him down on the bed and dealt him his lashes.

"Lay down or I will lay you down. You don't get to run around and act like a total ass and not owe some kind of retribution for your actions." With no action from Dean, John took a step towards his eldest and the boy rapidly flung himself onto the soft mattress.

Dean cradled his head in his arms and waited for the first blow. John didn't hesitate nor disappoint as the first stroke landed smack in the middle of his ass. Before the burning could even register the next lash came crashing down just below. At that moment Dean regretted every little thing he had ever done wrong. John continued on with his work laying stripes up his backside then back down all the way to his upper thighs. Dean began to writhe in agony barely able to keep his ands away from his fire-hot behind. John had remained quiet which made it worse. All his attention was being funneled into each and every blow he was handing out. Dean was beginning to wonder if his father was ever going to stop and if he would ever be able to sit without pain or sit at all ever again. Finally John landed one last smack the sound resonating around the room and Dean was sure anybody in the county could have heard it. He closed his eyes tightly, tears leaking out of the corners.

John put his belt back on told Dean had an hour to get it together before he was expected downstairs with a big fat apology for Bobby. Dean didn't dare move he just allowed his head to fall back to the mattress as he wallowed in self-pity. He did his best to maneuver his emotions around trying to blame Bobby, Sam or John or anybody for what he knew was his responsibility. Finally he realized he had gotten what he deserved and suddenly wasn't the man that he had proclaimed or wanted to be.

The next morning as Dean washed all the breakfast dishes after wolfing down a huge breakfast making up for the dinner he had lost his appetite for the night before he had a long day of chores to look forward to including painting the front porch.

Later as Bobby and John were outside keeping a half of an eye on Dean, Bobby asked, "so do you think he learned his lesson?"

"Maybe for the week, but he's too hard headed to stop acting the way he does. But I am sure he'll take something from this and remember it one day when it's all on the line. And if he can do that then I'll be a happy, happy father."

"Don't worry John he'll be a great hunter, he'll get the job done besides its not like he'll have to save the world or anything."

A/N This is the end of this saga. I do have another story that centers around a third, younger brother. There is some Sam and Dean, fair amount of John and many chapters with corporal punishment. I don't know how well a third brother would be accepted…maybe you all could check out the first chapter and let me know if you wanted me to continue.

Also I have another story where Sam and Dean are parents…and Dean's son is quite a handful. Again there is some corporal punishment in the chapters. Any interest there?

I am also posting a story called the Defiant Ones and there is talk of discipline and some punishment but mostly John and the boys at varying ages. Thanks for reading my stories and for all the reviews, I really appreciate it