CONTAINS SPANKING OF A MINOR

This is an alternate take on Chapter 8, so here's what happened (and you can thank three margaritas for reminding me of this)- I was afraid to introduce a spanking into this story, I didn't know how and I didn't know how people would react, so before publishing a lot of chapters at once I changed the scene up, but I kept the original- this is what I first wrote for after the African Dream Root sequence and then the FIRST SPANKING Morgan ever received. Funny enough, I changed up everything after this pretty well, but I forgot one line when she's at Jody's and thinks Dean forgot to bring her the Harry Potter book before they leave, it still fits with her mood I guess though lol Anyway, really really hope y'all enjoy this little "alternate take" from WAY BACK when in Morgan's story...

I had to go back and change a few things before the original publishing when I changed this scene, so there was a moment in a previous chapter when Morgan runs and locks herself in her room before throwing herself on her bed, well in the published chapter Sam gets her attention by saying he used to be a psychic, but in the original Dean gives her a good smack on the rear. There's also a brief moment where Dean jokes about kicking Sam's ass too and the younger brother later tells their sister that Dean can't kick his ass anymore- this is your context. Starting right after Morgan offers to help Sam with the library organization while Dean's diagnosing the mysterious noise on the Impala, the oldest makes a pit stop in the library that was cut out of the original...

"Wanna help?" Sam mumbled.

"No can do, Sammy," Dean patted Sam on the back with a mocking smile, "I gotta go fix what you broke on my car."

"I didn't break anything!" Sam yelled, but Dean was laughing hard and jogging back towards the garage.

Morgan giggled a little, she could see why Dean enjoyed getting a rise out of Sam, it was easy.

"Yeah, he's hilarious, huh?" Sam gave her an amused sneer, "He knows I didn't break anything, if he even thought I did he'd kick my ass."

"I thought he couldn't kick your ass anymore?" Morgan prodded, holding her laughter with a tightlipped smile.

"Shut up," Sam smiled and lightly pushed Morgan away by the shoulder as she burst out laughing, "I can definitely kick your ass."

"But you won't," she giggled and gave him the sweetest look she could muster, staring up at him through long eyelashes.

"No, prob'ly not," Sam gave her a half smile with a raised eyebrow, "but Dean will."

Morgan's giggling stopped and Sam smirked at her with a knowing look before returning to the table.

"No he won't," she said indignantly and crossed her arms.

Sam laughed once, "He's about one more tantrum away, just warnin' ya."

Morgan's stomach sank and she felt the color draining from her face as she stared at Sam with wide eyes. The fear on her face made the amusement immediately vanished from his eyes.

"Not that! No, Morgan," Sam ran his hands over his face, "he's never gonna hurt you. Neither of us will, you know that right?"

She nodded slowly at him, but then shook her head hard, blurting her question out far whinier than she meant to, "How is he gonna kick my ass and not hurt me?"

"Don't get in trouble and you won't have to find out," Sam smirked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Sam!" Morgan was exasperated now.

"Morgan!" Sam responded mockingly.

"Why is everyone yelling?" Dean walked back into the open room, "Sam, d'you know where my pipe wrench got to?"

"Behind the storage room," Sam answered.

"Oh, right," Dean chuckled to himself and turned to leave the room, but caught Morgan's crossed arms and brooding look, "What's up, Sweetie?"

"Sam said you're gonna kick my ass," Morgan felt Sam's eyes glaring behind her as Dean shot a scowl at his brother.

"That's not exactly what happened," Sam said defensively, "we were joking around about you kickin' my ass and I told her you're at the end of your rope with her and she kinda took it the wrong way, I-," Sam just shrugged and let whatever else he had to say disappear.

Dean nodded slowly and looked at Morgan, "He's not wrong," her eyes widened and she took a step back into the table as he ascended the stairs, "but I think your understanding of an ass kicking and ours is a little different. Do you honestly think I'd do to you what I did to that bastard lookin' like me last night? Or any of the awful things your Mother did to you?" she shook her head, remembering Dean's brief, but effective assault in her dream, "Ok, then."

"But," Morgan squeaked as he moved to leave and he returned his attention to her, "w-what-"

"I'll spank you," he said simply, no emotion in his expression, "I don't want to, but I will if I have to."

Morgan remembered his words from the night before after landing a stinging swat on her backside. That must be what he meant, that she could handle. Slowly, Morgan nodded at him that she understood the promise.

"You okay, now?" Dean asked and Morgan nodded at him again, "Good, get to work," emphasizing the given order and his overall point with a light smack on the side of her bottom.

Dean jogged down the stairs and left Sam and Morgan alone in the library. Morgan felt her ears burn hot and she turned to face Sam, who was giving her a look of amused disbelief with his hands on his hips.

"Throwin' me under the bus already," he scoffed.

"Sam, I-" Morgan protested quickly.

"You're so my little sister," he chuckled and tossed a notebook at her, "grab a pen, Brat, let's get goin'."

Morgan smiled as the tension broke. Sam using Dean's new nickname for her made it official, she was now Brat to them.

Here it is, the first spanking scene I ever wrote for Morgan and wasn't sure if it would be well received so I changed it (please don't hate me) This was changed in the original to Sam walking in with gym clothes and them taking her to the gymnasium, personally as a sufferer of depression I know exercise can really help with the lows, but originally this is what happened. You might notice a few similarities between this one and the one that was actually published later in her first story because there were things I liked, BUT before you go thinking it's the same scene there at the end, keep reading, because we see a little about Sam that isn't introduced until the sequel"Morgan Winchester: Licensed Junior" and he's more willing to open up in this scenario than he is in the sequel...

This begins after Dean has sent Morgan to her room during the meeting with Crowley, Rowena and Cas- Sam brought her pizza and said Dean will be in soon...

The clock told her she'd been in her room for two hours and forty-five minutes when two solid taps resounded from the other side of the door. Her stomach turned, but she'd had enough time to stew and calm down and just wanted his lecture over.

"Yeah?" she said quietly, closing Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban at the half way point she'd reached and sat up on her bed.

Dean walked in, his expression serious, and shut the door, crossing his arms in front of himself in his typical intimidating stance.

"Your emotions need to stop taking over your behavior," Dean stated, getting right to business as usual, "I understand you're angry, but these random outbursts gotta end. You got me?"

She barely nodded at him, watching every move as he took a few steps towards her desk.

Dean pulled the straight back chair into the middle of the room and sat down, "I can't think of anything else that might help you release these emotions, I know you haven't liked how you've been acting either. Do you?" Morgan shook her head at him, Dean took a deep breath and exhaled loudly, "Ok, come 'ere, let's get this over."

Morgan wasn't exactly sure what was getting over, but she took a trusting step off the bed and approached her brother. It was strange looking down at him since he stayed seated, but even in the chair they were nearly eye level with each other.

"Morgan," Dean took her hand and spoke low, his tone was softer, "I will do everything I can to help you with any problem you've got, you're my sister and I love you," Morgan's eyes widened at this admission and Dean smiled, "I do and that's why I'm gonna do this, it's gonna make you feel better in the end and hopefully remind you in the future to find healthier releases for your anger before you have these breakdowns."

Morgan nodded tentatively at him, still unsure what was exactly happening. Dean silently answered her by gently, but firmly, tugging her face down across his knees. Morgan gasped in surprise and felt her face flush with embarrassment at the vulnerable position. Before she realized what was happening a hard smack left a biting sting on her bottom with a loud cracking sound and she gasped again, trying to throw a hand back to protect her behind. Dean was well versed in this dance, however, and didn't skip a beat as he pinned her arm to her lower back and continued methodically laying painful swats on alternating sides of her backside. Morgan was outraged, embarrassed and the heat in her behind was growing more and more painful with every connection of his hard hand.

"DEAN!" She cried when she'd regained her breath and started wiggling furiously, "STOP!"

"You stop," he said and landed two harder swats to the undercurve of her jeans, gaining a satisfying yelp from the wriggling girl over his lap, "Stop holding this anger in and talk to us about it, stop feeling guilty for things you can't control and stop the bratty attitude," he emphasized each of the last four words with an extra hard smack.

Morgan yelled and tried to push herself off his lap, but only managed to give Dean the opportunity to quickly unsnap her jeans and drag them to her knees.

"NO!" She cried, but he had already returned to his assault on her reddening behind, the jeans had offered far more protection that she'd thought and now the pain was unbearable, "Deeean, I-I'm s-sorry!" her breath hitched and tears streamed down her cheeks, "P-p-please!"

"You will drop the attitude, Morgan," she heard Dean's stern orders over the smacking of her thin cotton underwear and several bare skin areas left uncovered, "You're gonna stop mouthin' off and you're gonna listen and do as your told without storming off and slamming doors or you're gonna be right back here. Do you understand?"

"Y-yes, s-siiiir," she sobbed, a damn of emotions breaking, she could feel them finally releasing, replaced with a relieving calm. Dean's hand slowed, giving her four solid smacks to the curve of her bottom and upper thighs before rubbing her back and shushing her softly.

"It's over, sweetie," he spoke low and felt her breathing start to calm as she still laid limp, sobbing over his knee.

"I'm s-sorry, Dean," she cried and felt him expertly flip her over on his lap so her head was on his chest but her recently punished bottom cradled between his knees.

"I know, sweetie, it's ok," he wiped tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

Morgan sobbed into his shirt, clutching tightly to the fabric, letting all the pent-up emotions slip away with her tears. She felt clarity inside that she'd never known before, a calm washing over her as the tears subsided. Realizing her cries had nothing to do with the fire in her behind, Morgan felt remorse for the terrible outbursts she'd inflicted on her brothers who did not deserve it and wanted nothing more than to make up for her recent behavior.

"D-do you still- l-lo-love me?" She forced the question with ragged breath, afraid to look at him.

He sighed and kissed the top of her head, "Yes, little girl, I still love you. How'd you feel?"

She let out a small scoff, surprised at her own answer, "Better."

"Thought'cha might," Dean smiled.

"So, that's a spanking," Morgan wondered out loud and felt Dean's chest jiggle slightly with a light chuckle.

"Yeah, that's a spanking," he responded, "Not a lotta fun, huh?"

She shook her head, but it definitely didn't have the same terrifying effect of an irrational beating out of rage. He'd warned her, he'd told her why it was going to happen before he started and was completely in control of himself the entire time. Admittedly, she knew this punishment had been deserved, unlike the assaults she'd endured without understanding the motivation. Morgan didn't feel abused, in fact, she'd never felt more loved.

"I love you, too, Dean," she whispered into his shirt and felt his lips connect again with the top of her head.

For a few more minutes, she stayed curled on Dean's lap, her head against his strong chest, enjoying the calm she finally felt. He seemed to realize she needed this comfort and made no moves to get up, continuously rubbing her back and whispering a few encouraging comments about how much they loved having her around, how incredible and strong she'd proven she was and what he knew he could expect from her.

Morgan, eventually lifted her head up and shifted a little to look at Dean, wincing as part of her very sensitive posterior brushed the rough denim of his jeans. He smiled a little seeing her discomfort, knowing it would only last as long as it needed to.

"So, you're not mad at me?" Morgan asked, looking meekly at him through long eyelashes.

"No," he smiled and kissed her head again, "It's over, we're square," and with an amused smirk and a gentle quick pat on her backside said, "until the next time you're a brat."

Morgan blushed and gave him a small smile before moving gingerly off his lap, she still held lingering concern that this was not the end of it, it couldn't be that easy.

Abandoning her jeans, still around her ankles, she decided sweatpants would be much more comfortable in her current state and grabbed the pair from the top of her dresser. Dean stood to his full height and set the chair back under the desk.

"How 'bout we watch the second Larry Rotter movie later tonight?" Dean offered.

"Harry Potter!" she shouted jokingly at him.

"Right, Gary Snotter, sorry," he smiled and she stuck her tongue out at him, a tiny wince followed her sweatpants assent over her tender bottom, "I'm gonna make dinner, take your time and come in the kitchen when you're ready, ok?"

"Yes, sir," Morgan nodded happily, still surprised he wasn't withholding meals or making her stay in her room.

Dean shut the door on his way out of her room. She waited until she heard his heavy footsteps disappear and pulled the chair from the desk in front of the sink, cautiously standing on top of it. Morgan eased her sweatpants and underwear down, careful to avoid dragging the fabric over her tender skin and examined her bare behind in the mirror over the sink. The top was pink hue that grew into an angry red where her cheeks curved into her upper thighs, those were also painfully hot. Morgan wondered if Dean knew he'd put most of his effort where she sits, then immediately realized that had most certainly been his intension and considered how long it would be before she could sit comfortably.

A soft knock on the door startled her and she grabbed the back of the chair to keep from toppling off it, just as Sam entered. They locked eyes and he chuckled, averting his eyes to the floor as Morgan quickly yanked her bottoms back over her rump, wincing again at the tingle of pain when the fabric made contact. Sam stuck out a hand to help her off the chair, shaking his head with a smile.

"Pretty effective, isn't he?" He asked when her feet were back on the floor.

"Yeah," she mumbled, feeling fresh embarrassment flush her face.

"Trust me," he smirked, "I know."

Morgan stared at Sam and inclined her head, trying to understand what he was saying.

"Where'dya think he perfected that?" Sam chuckled and tousled her hair, finally earning the smile he was looking for from her.

"You?" she asked astounded and nearly laughed at the image of giant Sam over Dean's lap.

"Me," he nodded, "How you feelin'? Besides your butt being on fire."

"Calm," she sighed and he chuckled.

"Yeah, I bet," Sam let Morgan go and smiled down at her, "I know in the end it always helped me come back to earth, not fun gettin' there though."

She shook her head in agreeance and absently rubbed her sore bottom with both hands, it did nothing to alleviate the dull pain. Morgan still couldn't believe it was over, just like that, the slate was wiped. It was far too easy, too good to be true that no one was holding lingering resentments. She was used to punishments being drawn out for days, weeks sometimes, but again she reminded herself there was no comparison to her previous experiences and what just happened.

"Sam?" she asked warily, "Is it's really just – over- that's it? No one's mad at me and I can just - try again?"

Sam's face broke in an expression of pain and sympathy, he pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly around the shoulders, "Yeah, sweetie, it's over, no one's mad at you and I know you're gonna try to do better. Right?" Morgan nodded into his chest, "That's my girl," and Sam planted a kiss on top of her head before releasing her from his arms, "Dean's cookin, you hungry?"

She nodded and followed Sam's gesture out the door he held open, walking a little more gingerly than usual. In the kitchen, Dean was chopping vegetables on the large counter island, but stopped and smiled when she walked in before continuing expertly dicing peppers and onions. Morgan felt warmth spread in her gut at his smile, everything was back to normal between them, he wasn't mad at her and she was determined to keep it that way.

"Can I help?" She asked Dean, noticing he had random ingredients strewn on the counter.

"Yeah," he looked up, briefly halting his chopping again, "thanks, kid, there's chicken marinating in the fridge, grab it for me wouldja?"

"You marinated?" Sam scoffed, sitting on the table and letting his feet dangle just inches off the floor.

"And you're gonna love it," Dean responded, jokingly pointing the knife at Sam before sliding it across the cutting board and dumping the pile of colorful vegetable pieces into a large skillet.

Morgan set the cold bag of chicken breasts drowned in light brown liquid on the counter, it didn't look appetizing, but certainly smelled delicious. She returned to the fridge and grabbed herself a lemonade.

"Can you hand me a beer, Morgan?" Sam asked and she grabbed one from the bottom shelf that had nothing but brown beer bottles on it.

"D'you want one Dean?" Morgan offered, holding a second bottle up at him.

"Yeah, thanks, sweetie."

Without thinking, Morgan set his beer down and popped the cap off by magic, immediately realizing her mistake she looked at him with fear in her face, "I'm sorry!"

Dean looked surprised and a little hurt seeing her back away from him, "What- what are you sorry for?"

"I just did it," she pleaded, "I didn't even think about it, I'm sorry!"

"Morgan," Dean said firmly with his hands on his hips, "calm down and tell me what's goin' on. Why are you sorry?"

"I did magic," she said quietly, "I know you don't like it."

He scoffed and chuckled, "When did I say that?"

"Earlier," she responded quietly, "When everybody showed up and Sam got home with pizza you asked me to get drinks without magic."

Dean hung his head and let out a heavy sigh, before looking at her shaking his head with amusement, "I just needed a minute to talk to them alone, a quick update and threats of bodily harm for any crappy comments," and suddenly a look of understanding crossed his face, "Was that what got you all twisted?" She shrugged her admittance and Dean chuckled, "Ok, look, I'm not a huge fan of magic because it's usually being used against me, but I thought you and I had moved passed that. Morgan, I'm sorry, I should have told you I needed a minute, but for some reason I felt you might try to listen in and you've been a bit edgy lately," he inclined his head at her and she looked away knowing he was completely right, "I have no problem with you using your magic, don't think I do, as long as it's for good reason."

Morgan felt suddenly better and worse at the same time, glad Dean trusted her with her abilities, but worse for her massive overreaction at his request earlier.

"I'm sor-" Morgan began but Dean put a hand up cutting her off her apology.

"You got yours, kid," he said gently and Morgan felt Sam's arm across her shoulders, "From here we move on and do better."

She nodded at him and felt Sam sneak his beer out of her hand. He held it in front of her and she looked up at him confused.

"D'ya mind?" Sam smiled and Morgan smiled back as the cap flew off his beer and deposited itself in the trash can.

Morgan's story has evolved into a HUGE second edition, I seriously can't believe what it's become, but #2 is about to wrap up on Chapter 50 in the next week (or two, don't rush me jeez lol) BUT I have the bones sketched for the third and final part of this series, so there is more of her story to come =)