Hi…. So I didn't forget about this story and I apologize if anyone was waiting. I seriously wrote out half of it a month ago and then my laptop screen broke and when that was fixed my hard drive died. Then it was the busy weeks of school and oops. Anyways here it is and I know I said that this would be 3 chapters but it seemed to finish when I typed it out. So done! ENJOY!

Dean hid a grin while rolling out of bed and heading to the bathroom. Sure maybe Sammy wasn't the same little kid he'd basically raised but he still faked sleep to put off being punished. Dean had been alerted to his brother's change in consciousness 20 minutes ago and yet Sam still stayed unnaturally still with heavy breathing. He just didn't seem to grasp the concept that Dean knew him inside and out. Like any good big brother, Dean decided to play along with Sam for a little while longer and headed out to get them some breakfast.

Sam smiled as the door shut behind Dean; his big brother was so easy to fool. He knew it was childish to stall; it was going to happen eventually but his self preservation said to wait as long as possible. He sat contemplating ways out of the coming doom until he heard the Impala's familiar engine. He reluctantly sat up to face his brother.

Dean entered loudly and set the food and coffee on the table. "Up and at 'em Sammy. How you feeling?"

Sam glared at Dean as he crawled out of the bed. "It's Sam, you jerk and I am fine." He said annoyed, yet due to past experiences of futile defiance, he let Dean examine his various bruises yet again.

Dean carefully pressed along his brother's bruised ribs, checking carefully for any signs of cracked or broken ribs. Finally he nodded and let Sam start eating. Sam slowly picked at the pancakes his brother had bought. He wasn't hungry and his stomach was roiling at the thought of what was to come. He could feel Dean staring at him and finally placed some into his mouth, trying not to gag.

Dean sighed. "Come on Sam. It's just a spanking, hardly the thing in the world. Would you rather get it over with first?" Sam immediately shook his head and forced another bite down. Finally after a long awkward ten minutes, Dean decided his little brother had eaten enough and Sam gratefully dropped his fork.

"Alright Jerk. Let's get this over with." Sam sighed as he moved their plates and bent over the table. He waited a few seconds but nothing happened so he looked back at Dean confused. His brother just raised an eyebrow at him and Sam flinched. "But Dean! I didn't disobey a direct order or risk my life!"

Dean glared back at Sam. "You ran off alone with no backup. You told Ellen not to tell me where you went and you nearly got your fool head blown off. I barely managed to get there in time to protect you. I'm pretty sure that counts as reckless behaviour. Besides you don't decide your punishment. Now drop them Samuel."

Sam grit his teeth mutinously but obeyed the order knowing he had pushed his brother as far as he could. His pants hit the floor but his hands hovered by his boxers and he couldn't help the pleading look he flashed Dean.

Dean knew he should make Sam drop them too but he felt his resolve soften at Sammy's patent puppy eyes. "Fine Sammy. Boxers can stay up but you get 5 more swats."

Sam nodded and turned back to the table to hide his smirk. He knew he wasn't getting 5 more than originally planned and Dean only said so to hide how well the puppy eyes worked, but like any good baby brother Sam would play along with him.

Dean slid his belt out of the loops and thought of the panic he felt; waking up to find his little brother had disappeared on him. Snap! He concentrated on just making contact with Sam's rear until he heard Sam gasp in pain. "I don't ever want to wake up to find you gone again. Do you understand me Sam?" Sammy yelped out an affirmative as the belt continued to swing. "I know you were upset about what Dad said, but you know me, you know I would never hurt you Sammy."

Sam laughed a bit at this. "Hate to tell you this Dean, but this hurts!"

Dean smirked at this. "Alright, I'd never hurt you seriously. This, little brother is a warning not to do this again. How am I supposed to protect you if I don't know where the hell you are?" Sam whimpered again. He knew his brother would do anything to keep him safe and for the first time he thought of how Dean would have felt if he had been injured because of his stunt. He started to cry and sobbed out an apology. Dean soothingly rubbed his back but didn't stop. "I know you're sorry buddy. Almost done." Now Dean started aiming for Sam's sensitive sit spots, determined to make this a stern reminder. "And if you ever tell someone to lie to me about your location again I'll tan you a night for every hour you are missing. You know how we need to trust people in our job. I can't doubt our friends because you wanted to throw a pity party. Never again Sam." Dean landed one more swat hard across Sam's rear and then dropped the belt.

Sam immediately straightened and threw himself in his brother's arms. No matter how much Dean bitched about chick flick moments he would do anything if it made Sam feel better. Sam buried his head in Dean's shirt and just breathed in the comforting smell of his brother. He no longer remembered why he had run off. So his Dad said Dean might have to kill him, he knew there was no way Dean would actually do it. Dean was his protector, his big brother. Next to Dean was the safest place in the world for him.

Dean ignored the snot being rubbed into his shirt and just held Sam close. He had always been Dad's perfect little soldier, following every order but not anymore. Not if it came at the cost of his little brother. Sam was all that mattered now. Dean was breaking rank, screw the consequences.