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“Not a word.”
That's what Dean said when he and his sister left the cabin after a hunt that almost went horribly wrong. Rūta, displeased with how she was being treated, just stayed silent, slamming the Impala's door with full force in an act of defiance.
She looked over the window just in time to see Dean's eyes darken with rage, but instead of letting it get the best of him, he took a long breath to calm down, rubbing his hands through his face.
He approached the window and pointed at her. “Do that again and I'll spank you right here and right now.”
Surprise flashed in her eyes, but it was quickly replaced with anger. “You wouldn't…”
“Want to find out?” He was met with silence. “That's what I thought.”
The ride had been quiet, the only sound present being Baby's purr on the background. Not even some rock music was picked to soothe the tension enveloping the car.
‘I knew this was a bad idea’, Rūta thought to herself. She told Sam many times that working with Dean in a case without him would end up being a bad idea, but Sam, being the optimistic one, told her it would be fine.
It didn't.
Dean wasn't even that surprised when they started butting heads the moment Sam left to help Jody with a case. It felt like he was dealing with the teenager version of his brother again.
Rūta was like a mini Sam walking around.
It would be cute if she hadn't inherited the moody version of him. But overall, they shared the same “nerdiness”, love for books, the introversion and even the brown locks and puppy dog eyes.
When they first met, Dean even thought she could be some lost daughter due to how similar they acted.
Arriving on the Bunker, Rūta didn't wait for her brother. Instead, she grabbed her duffel bag and went straight up inside, walking down the stairs in heavy steps, echoing in the place. She went to the library where she placed her bag on the table while she took off her drenched jacket. Dean followed her and stood right in front of her, crossing his arms.
Rūta huffed, knowing it meant he wanted to talk, but she was having none of it. “I’m going to my room.” She was about to grab her bag when Dean snatched it from her reach.
“No, you're not,” He said firmly. “You and I need to talk.”
“With ‘talk’ you mean actually letting me say something or telling me to shut and listen to any of your crap?” Rūta said, sarcasm dripping from her words.
Dean, whose patient grew thinner at this point, threw her bag on a chair next to the wall. Rūta didn't even have time to vocalize her annoyance, since he started talking again. “You think you're being tough, don't you?”
Rūta crossed her arms. “No, I don't think, I am.”
“Very well,” He clapped his hands, approaching her in slow steps. “Since you're all so tough, who thinks that you know better and clearly don't need anyone to have your back- Don't you roll your eyes at me!”
The fact the young girl didn't even flinch, but instead just frowned and pursued her lips made him even mad. “Look, I get it, alright? I get it, you like Sam more and respect him more. Fine, I can live with that, but guess what? I'm your brother too and you owe me respect as much as you owe Sam, whether you like it or not.”
She remained quiet.
“And that means that I'm the one in charge and you gotta listen to me, you follow my orders when I tell you so. You're my responsibility, it's my job to look after you, and also give you a punishment when you make a mistake,” He paused when she made a face. “Yeah, that's right, punishment. And with punishment I mean spanking that smart ass of yours.”
“No, you- you can't!” Rūta uttered in disbelief.
“Yes, I can and I will.”
“No!” The teen took a few steps back, shaking her head. “I-I won't let you! You don't have the right, I... I’ll call Sam!”
“Oh, you're gonna call Sam,” Dean let out a mocking laughter, making her feel more ridiculous for having to ‘call for reinforcement’. “And tell him what? That you disobeyed me and put your life in unnecessary danger? I'm sure he's gonna love to know that, maybe you'll earn a trip over his knees too.”
Fuck.
Rūta found herself in a terrible spot of a choice, having to decide between being spanked by Dean or Sam. She definitely didn't want to face Sam's disappointment; He was her role model, his opinion mattered the most and she's always aiming for his approval, which causes any punishment coming from him to be double embarrassing.
Although, she also didn't want Dean to be the one in charge. Rūta firmly believes he doesn't take her seriously and belittles her abilities, which makes her do everything in her reach to prove him wrong. Her tough facade only exists when he's in the room, however that same facade would crumble if she's over his lap.
“Alright, so what will be?” Dean's voice snapped her out of the thoughts. “You have two options, either me or Sam.”
She really wished she didn't have to choose, but since she has to, she figured out choosing Dean would be her best shot. “Fine, let's get this over with.”
Dean was unimpressed, as if he already expected that answer. He pulled one of the chairs and sat down, rolling up his sleeves. “Drop them.” He pointed at the jeans.
Rūta held back any sassy remark, clenching her jaw as she unbuttoned her jeans and roughly shoved them to her knees. She let him guide her to his lap, where her arms and legs dangled on either side of his thighs.
“I hate you.” Rūta mumbled, managing to lift her head and see his reaction, but was caught off guard when there was no signal of fury on that pair of emerald eyes, but tiredness instead.
“You can hate me all you want,” Dean retorted. “I just need you safe and alive, that's all I care about,” His words sounded so genuine, it made a hint of guilt creep on her chest. “Okay Rūta, why are you being spanked?”
She huffed. “Seriously?” A firm swat was the answer she got. “Ouch! That hurt!” She mentally kicked herself for being so vocal already.
“It's supposed to,” He replied, another swat landing sharply to the middle of her left cheek. “Now answer the question,” He waited a few seconds to receive a reply, and when Rūta refused to, he let out a sigh. “Have it your way.”
The next several slaps fell in quick succession to the same spot, two times in her right cheek, then two times in her left, continuing like this for a while. Rūta pressed her lips together, trying her best to not make a sound at all, but her attempt became futile when Dean started to land harsh repetitive swats.
Her legs jerked unintentionally and a few groans were now audible. Dean took that as an opportunity to start his lecture. “What would Sam think of this?” At the mention of her brother, she couldn't help the sob that left her lips. He hit a nerve. “He would be pretty much disappointed, don't you think?”
“M-Maybe.” Rūta answered through gritted teeth.
“Maybe?”
“Ow!” She yelped when Dean smacked the same spot in a quick pace, causing the stinging to grow. “Y-Yes, he would- Ouch! H-He would be disappointed!”
“Well, since you acknowledge it, I think we can go back to our first question," He gave an unwanted attention to her upper thighs. "Why are you being spanked?”
“B-Because, Ow! I put myself in d-danger!” Rūta groaned, not sure how much longer she would take without hollering and squirming away. “I diso- Ouch- Disobeyed an order a-and, Ow! And acted disrespectful!”
Honestly, Dean wasn't expecting that last part, but he appreciated it. “That's right,” He lifted his leg a little, putting her bottom on a higher position. “Rūta, the reason why we set a few rules for you is to keep you safe because we care about you and your safety is our priority.”
“You think you know better, but you don't. You're a new hunter and there's a lot to learn about this world, that's why you gotta listen to me and Sam because we have more experience than you. Understood?”
“Yes!”
When it finally stopped, Rūta took a full breath and tried to steady her breathing. However, her relief was short-lived when Dean's fingers curled around the elastic band of her underwear. “NO!” Rūta's pale face turned the deepest shade of red in mortification, sending a hand back to keep him from tugging it down to her knees, but Dean caught her hand and pinned it against her back.
Dean quickly took a glance at the skin to make sure he wasn't being too harsh; Her skin already became a good shade of red, and he only intended to push it to a few shades darker before they were through.
When his hand connected to her bare skin, Rūta shrieked and doubled her efforts to wiggle away from his lap. At this point she couldn't care less about the tears rolling down her cheeks and how much she begged for her brother to stop.
“From now on, no - more - attitude!” Dean accentuated the last words with a remarkable swat. “This disrespectful behavior stops now. I hope you start to listen to us, because I surely don't want to repeat that, but I will if I need to.”
“I-I promise I'll listen! Dean! Ow, please! Not there!” Rūta tried to kick when her sit-spots became a target of his hand, but the hunter's legs around hers locked her in place. “No more, n-no more!”
Hearing the youngest's cries certainly hurt Dean, but he couldn't let that slide. Rūta still didn't respect his authority and he needed to make sure that would change from now on, and that included making her understand that any disrespectful behavior would bring consequences.
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I swear!” She wailed, hitting the chair with her free hand.
Dean finished by smacking where the undercurve met her thighs in a row, before letting his sister cry the few tears she still had to free. He could feel her chest hitching as she gradually recollected herself.
Rūta moved off his lap and made a quick job grabbing her jeans and underwear to pull it back again, hissing in pain when the rough fabric brushed against her bottom. The renewed pain brought a few tears in her eyes again, which she wiped away with her arm, not wanting her brother to see it.
“I hope you mean what you said and keep your promise,” Dean offered her a gentle tone. “You may not believe it, but I don't like punishing you. You're a smart kid Rūta, use that in your favor, you can do better.”
She nodded, still avoiding his eyes. “Are you going to tell Sam?”
“Yes,” Rūta's eyes widened. “I’m sorry sweetie, but he has to know, he's your brother too, but I wouldn't worry if I were you. I'm sure he'll just give you an earful, which you know you deserve.”
She blushed at the statement, keeping her gaze low. “Can I go to my room?” He nodded and in an instant she grabbed her forgotten duffel bag and was about to leave the library when Dean stopped her.
“Can I give you a hug?” She surely didn't expect that. Despite being definitely upset about being punished, she didn't have the heart to say no, so she only shrugged in response.
Dean's embrace felt nice. He had this protective aura that made you feel that nothing could hurt you as long as you were in his arms. Rūta almost believed it. He wasn't surprised that she didn't hug him back, but mentally cheered that she wasn't too angry with him like he thought she was.
They would have a long path to build their brother-sister relationship, but they would get there.