Ann's Writings - SUPERNATURAL

Title: Don’t Push Me (Cause I’m Close to the Edge)
Author: luvspnl
Characters/Pairings: John/Mary, Jack(7), Dean(4)
Minx Prompt #44: field, inattention, wet
Implement: hand    
Summary: Mary’s pregnant. Jack and Dean want to make sure it’s a boy.
Author's Notes/Warnings: From my own AU. Yes, this is shamelessly an attempt to gather interest. :) Song from Happy Feet Soundtrack.

Disclaimer: Winchesters not mine. Oh woo is me!

 

Mary was trying to open her sons up to the idea that the little baby growing inside of her could be a girl.

She had tried to include them while she and John went over some potential baby names, but they would only give out boy names. She had tried to walk them through the baby aisle in the clothing department when they went shopping, but Jack had tugged Dean straight to the boy’s section –  they’d even found a cute set for themselves and a little baby brother. She’d even taken them to a party her best friend, Nicolette Shawl, had done for one of her students. The boys had not taken kindly to the girlie themed party and all the girl attendees.

In school, Jack was starting to be extra mean to the girls in his class. He got it in his head that girls had some big disease and told all the other boys. The boys then proceeded to divide the class into two. Literally.

For his part, Dean only spent a few hours at preschool. There were only a handful of girls in his class, five of they all happened to be there. It wasn’t all that hard to avoid them because at that age little boys and little girls just didn’t play together. Dean’s problem was with his teachers.

Dean had apparently put out a full strike on all of the female population.

And Jack encouraged him.

Mary just wasn’t getting through to them.

 

 

After Mary had picked up both boys and had listened in on their respective days, she was mentally exhausted as she tried to get them to talk. Jack had obliged, saying how his cousin, Russ who was all of eleven years old and clearly knew these things, had told them that girls had cooties. And while the concept of actual cooties sounded off-handed to Jack, he did think that there was something quite odd about them.

“What do you mean by odd, Jackie?”

“Well, they smell funny. And they giggle a lot. And Becky Gomez, she keeps trying to hold my hand!”

“Gross!” Dean commented.

“Sweetie,” Mary said, trying to reason with her seven year old. She’d have to have a talk with her eldest sister about what Russ was telling the littler boys. It really wasn’t helping her cause. “That just means that she likes you.”

“I don’t want Becky to like me! She wears pink, all the time! And she plays with dolls.”

“Dolls?”

“They’re like action figures,” Jack explained. “But without powers and with like dresses and stuff.”

“How do they play?” Dean questioned.

Jack shrugged.

“Dean, baby, boys and girls play with different toys. They play different games and they dress different. You boys know how at the toy store there’s all those nice toys for little girls.”

“Nasty toys,” Dean reminded her.

Mary gave her youngest a stern look, but chose not to address the comment otherwise.

“But the girls don’t go find toys in the boys’ section. Because boys and girls are different.”

“They’re stupid!”

“Dean!”

“Girls are stupid,” Jack added, nodded over to his brother.

“John Lucas Jr.! We do not say that word!”

“They no play right!” Dean yelled.

“Well, they do get mad when you kidnap their dolls. And they never give ransom, they just tell the teacher.”

Mary sighed.

“Jack, that is not very nice. I don’t want you taking anyone else’s toys without permission, for ransom or otherwise.”

“But, then how do you know who the bad guy is!”

“The one the goo’ guy beats up!” Dean offered.

“But we can’t fight at recess.”

“No you very well can’t!” Mary replied before Dean could make another comment. “I don’t want you to be hurting other little boys, Jack.”

“But we’re just playing,” Jack assured her.

“That’s not nice playing. And I don’t want you playing like that.”

Jack frowned and leaned back in his seat. He frowned over at his mother to show her just how unhappy she was making him.

“Daddy would let me!” Jack told her.

“He most absolutely would not!” Mary told him. “If I say no, then that goes for your father as well.”

“He would! Cause we’re just playing!”

“No he would not. Not after I’ve already said you couldn’t.”

“Yes he would! He lets us do fun stuff all the time! You’re no fun!”

Having made his feelings clear on the matter, Jack got up from the couch and started to walk right out of the living room. He had nothing else to say.

“I am not done with you mister!” Mary called out to her son. She tried to march right after him, but her rather large belly was making it a little hard to get up fast enough from her spot on the second couch.

Dean watched his brother leave the room, twisting around in his spot until he could no longer see him. Then he listened as Jack rushed up the steps and went into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Dean turned back to his mom just as she finally got to her feet. She sighed.

“Well, you just stay up there, young man!” she yelled towards the stairs with another sigh. Getting to her feet had taken too much energy, she really didn’t think she could get up the stairs without John’s help. “And you can wait until your father hears about this!”

Mary dropped back into her seat faster than it took her to stand. Gracious gravity.

Dean watched for a moment as Mary caught her breath.

“Momma?”

“Yes, ba – big boy?” she said, correcting herself before she had her four year old screeching about how he wasn’t the baby anymore.

Dean smiled slightly at the words.

“Girls play all wrong. And they cry. All the time! And they not like getting dirty. And Jackie likes get dirty with me. And Daddy likes football and we all play and its fun.”

“I know, sweetie. Your brother and daddy have a lot of fun with you.”

Dean nodded as he slid to the edge of the seat, trying to plant his feet on the floor beneath them.

“And girls cry if balls hit ‘em. And then mommies get mad and Ms. Annie send me to the corner.”

Mary sighed.

“Oh, Dean. You can’t be rough to girls. It’s not nice.”

“It’s not fun. They not play right!” Dean said, coming to his feet and standing in front of the couch.

“I’m pretty certain that they think the same thing about little boys. But you can’t get mad at them because of it. You have to be nice to all the kids in your class.”

Dean looked right at Mary as she spoke. He seemed to be taking her words into consideration.

The thought of that made Mary very happy. At least one boy would stop picking on little girls.

John would have to set Jack straight, but if Dean behaved himself then she wouldn’t be a complete failure.

But then Dean frowned and shook his head.

“Girls are stupid.”

“Dean! What did I just say about that word!”

“You told Jackie not to.”

“I said we don’t say not nice words in this house!”

Well, that was a lie. Just that morning, Mary had stubbed her foot on the bathroom doorway. In her defense, she couldn’t really see her swollen feet anymore as it was! Her husband however, well he should either walk around with a permanent swear jar tied to his hip or with a whole bar of soap in his mouth. That man spoke like the proud Marine he, and his collective buddies, were.

Beside the point.

“Boys are very smart.” Dean countered.

“What?”

“I’m smart. You said. Ms. Annie say it too. Daddy said Jackie really smart. Boys smart.”

Mary smiled at her son’s logic.

“Yes, my sons are very smart. You are very right.”

“Uh huh, boys smart. Girls stupid.”

Mary sighed.

“Dean Winchester, what did Mommy just say about that word?” Mary said sternly, placing her hands on her wide hips.

Dean frowned.

“Boys smart! Boys smart! Girls stupid!” Dean shrieked, his whole body shaking as the words erupted from his mouth.

“Dean Jonas Winchester!”

Dean turned around and ran to the end of the couch, turning around to see his very furious mother giving him a not nice look.

“Stupid girls!”

“Oh, no you didn’t! Get back here, little boy.”

Mary tried to wiggle her way off the couch, trying to reach over to the armrest to get some leverage and support to help her along.

Dean just watched the struggle.

Just when she was about to get to her feet, Dean turned and ran out of the room. Mary could hear him going up the stairs soon after, not as quickly as Jack had, but much faster than her pregnant body was willing to.

And that had been the end to that particular conversation.

 

**~~**~~**

 

John arrived home a few minutes before six. He had taken the time to grab some premade meals, hoping this would please his picky sons and his pregnant wife’s taste.

He had imagined it would make his girl very happy to not have to cook that night.

Instead, he was met with one very unsettled woman, digging herself further and further into a bag of chips and a side of cookie platter.

“Where were you!?” she asked as soon as she saw him.

John frowned. “Working. Why, what happened?”  John asked, setting the take-out bags in front of her.

“Your sons.”

John groaned. He took off his coat, draped it over one of the kitchen chairs and took a seat on the one next to Mary.

“What’d they do now?”

“You don’t even want to know!”

“But I’m guessing you’re still going to tell me,” he sighed.

“Oh, I’ll tell you! Your sons had a field day today in school. Jack got all the boys to move their desks to one side of the room and push all the girls together into the other side. That’s just for starters! When his teacher tried to get the boys to set things back, your son got them chanting.”

Mary paused to grab another handful of chips.

“Did he apologize?”

“Oh, you bet he did!” Mary replied him. “I didn’t let him leave until he apologized to his teacher and a few of the girl’s parents that were also in the room when I went in there to get him.”

“Alright. I’ll talk with him.”

“And then Dean! Well, apparently, if you don’t have a penis, he’s just isn’t listening at all!”

John leaned his head against his palm. He listened as Mary not only went into Dean’s whole day of activities and inattention but then he got to hear about when they’d all gotten back home.

Hearing how the boys had behaved towards their mother really upset John. Especially since it appeared that they had both used her pregnancy against her.

“Then Dean wouldn’t stop saying stupid and he ran upstairs, and I haven’t seen either of them for two hours, but I can hear them running all over the place up there! To think about all that they probably broke. Agh!”

“Okay! Oh-kay! Easy, Mary. Remember the baby. Now, how about I take these junk fo- No? Okay, that’s good too. You keep that. I’ll just go and see to the boys.”

Mary groaned, biting a little harshly into her cookie and making her husband frown even more.

John backed away slowly and made it to the stairs without attracting any more of her attention.

 

**~~**~~**

 

When John reached the second floor, he frowned from the amount of noise there. And it wasn’t coming from either of the boys’ rooms.

“Jack? Dean?”

John moved further into the hall, heading into where he hoped he would not find the boys.

Regardless of that being the central point of all the voices and chaos.

He opened the door that led to the room him and Mary were preparing to be the baby’s nursery and caught both boys red handed.

Or rather blue handed. Literally.

“Boys!”

At the sound of his yell, Dean dropped his crayon and flipped around and stared guilty back at his daddy.

Jack’s reaction was a little slower. He tensed up, noticeable by his slightly raised shoulders. He bent down, dropped the wet paintbrush into the canister of blue paint that he must have dragged out of the hall closet, and then turned towards him but kept his gaze down.

John moved towards them. He looked over the room, noticing Dean’s consistent scribbles of blue all over the light yellow John had put up just that weekend. In the blue paint, Jack’s concentrated letters, mirrored by more of Dean’s scribbles, spell out “BoY” continuously all over the nursery walls.

“What in the world do you two think you’re doing in here!” he yelled at them, grabbing both of their hands and leading them purposely out of the nursery and into Jack’s room (which was practically Dean’s room too because the four year old spent more time in there than in his own).

“Daddy?”

John ignored Dean, feeling not up to talking until he sat down on Jack’s cowboy bedding and had both boys standing in front of him.

“What has gotten into you two today?” John asked them, maintaining a hand on each boy.

“Nothin.”

“We were fix’n the baby’s room. Like you and Mommy did yesterday!” Dean replied.

“No, you were writing and painting on the walls! Dean we’ve told you before not to do that, and Jackie you know better than to draw on the walls! What’s the matter with you?”

“We painted Dean’s walls!”

“Blue! Blue for boys!”

“No, we redecorated Dean’s room. We did that after your mother and I talked it over for a while and decided together to make that change.”

“We talked it over too.”

“We decowated!” Dean smiled.

“What you two did was very naughty. You know you’re not allowed in the baby’s room. The things in there are not toys.”

“Daddy, we didn’t touch anything.”

“The walls.”

“Just the walls. And they were yellow!”

“Blue for boy!”

“Enough! There’s no excuse for what you two did to those walls and the rest of your behavior today. Jack, you know better than to disrupt your class like you did today with those other boys. And I don’t like a thing about how you were treating your mother!”

Jack bit his lip and looked down at the floor.

“If your mother tells you you’re not allowed to say a word, then you’re not allowed to say it. And if she says no to something, then that goes for me too. Do you understand me?”

“Ye-ah.”

John frowned. He released Jack’s arm and tilted his chin up to make contact with him.

“Excuse me? I ask you something, you tell me ‘yes’ not ‘yeah’. “

“Yes!”

“Son, you’re too young to be giving me attitude. You’re already going over my lap for how you treated your mother.”

Jack’s eyes went wide.

“What? Why? I didn’t mean too!”

“Didn’t mean to run off when your mother was still talking to you, knowing full well that she couldn’t follow you. Disobeying her in front of your brother and setting a very bad example that he then copied. You didn’t mean to paint all over the walls when you should have been doing your school work or at the very least playing in your room and not conspiring with your baby brother to cause more chaos?!”

“Conspringing?” Dean tried.

“Conspiring, Dean,” John repeated, letting go of both boys and clasping his hand together. “It means that you two worked together to do something bad. Something you and Jack knew was going to make me and your mother very upset.”

“Nuh uh! We wanna make you happy!” Dean said, reaching for one of John’s hands and tugging at it.

“Well, I’m not very happy Dean. You were very naughty today too. You don’t yell at people just because they’re girls. And you don’t say a word and storm off just because your brother did it. You saw he was naughty and you did it too. You both mad your Mom very sad and you’ve both been very bad boys. And now, I’m going to have to spank you because you did so many naughty things in one day.”

Dean instantly released his daddy’s hand and took a step back. John reached forward and capture Dean’s shirt before his youngest could run off.

“You’re going to spank Dean?”

“Yes I am, Jack. Because Dean might be little, but he’s real smart. You know what you did badly today, right son?” john asked, looking straight at Dean’s tearing face.

“Daddy, I’m sorry!”

John sighed, hating the sad look to Dean’s face.

“Jack, I want you to go stand by your closet and look at that corner, okay?”

“Time out? But Daddy!”

Again, John sighed.

“No buts, JJ. You’re both in big trouble right now, and I want to deal with Dean first. Please go stand over there quietly.”

Jack looked over at the corner John had mentioned. He squirmed uncomfortably in place.

“John Lucas, I don’t think you want to disobey again today. You’re setting a very bad example for your brother.”

Jack turned back and looked at both John and Dean, who was now rubbing his teary eyes and sniffing slightly.

“Okay.”

“Thank you, bud.”

 

John watched Jack slowly approach the corner and then plant his forehead on the wall with a barely audible groan. He turned back to Dean, tugging the small boy closer to him.

“Daddy?”

“Yes Deano?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I know, son,” John said, lifting Dean and placing him over his lap. “But saying sorry isn’t enough. You’re going to be okay, baby.”

John settled Dean in place, keeping a secure hold across Dean’s waist. This wasn’t Dean’s first time in the position, and he knew it would certainly be far from his last, but it always made him sad to have to do it. To either of his sons.

Dean shook his head.

“I’mma hurt!”

“Yes, it’s going to hurt. But it’s to teach you a lesson. I don’t want you or Jackie being mean to girls or disobeying your teachers. And more importantly, you behave for your mother!”

Dean started to cry as he lectured him, not even landing a single swat yet. It was almost enough for John to call it quits right there.

His hand covered the majority of Dean’s small behind, so it normally took a few swats to count as a spanking. John landed one right after the other, flicking his wrist more than swinging his arm. The response was instant. Dean was screeching and kicking with all his might. Every two hits covered Dean’s entire bottom and after covering it three times, John stopped.

“Alright, Dean,” John said, rubbing Dean’s back slightly as Dean started to slow his leg kicks down. “All done there.”

“Daddy!” he yelped, dropping his head onto Jack’s covers and continuing to wail.

John picked him up and hugged him to his chest. Dean gripped tight at his shirt, burying his wet little face into the fabric.

“Easy Dean,” he murmured. “You’re okay. Easy, baby boy. You’re okay. Daddy’s got you, little guy.”

A few minutes of comforting and Dean leaned back and allowed John to position him so that he kept his sore and sorry bottom untouched.

“You okay?”

“It hurts,” Dean confessed, scrunching his face and sniffing a little more.

“I know, son. That’s going to be your reminder to behave yourself. Okay?”

“Oh.”

Dean closed his eyes and hugged John’s neck as John leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“Behave, okay?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“That’s my guy. Now, you go downstairs and say you’re sorry to your momma and tell her me and Jack will be down in a few minutes.”

Dean frowned and sniffed again.

“Oh, alright.”

**~~**~~**

 

John turned to watch Jack as he listened in on Dean’s journey down the stairs. When he was sure he heard Dean start talking with Mary, he addressed his eldest.

“Jack, son, come here please.”

Jack turned slowly around and glanced over to John. His soft brown hair was slightly plastered onto his forehead and his hazel green eyes were rimmed with unshed tears.

“Daddy, please. I’m real sorry. You didn’t haveta spank Dean!”

“Yes I did, son. Dean has to learn that it’s not okay to do things just because you do them first. That’s why I want you to be a good role model from him son.”

Jack walked over to where he had previously been standing before John sent him to the corner.

“I didn’t mean for Dean to be bad too. I didn’t know you were gonna spank him.”

“You should know to behave always, not just because I might spank you.”

“But I was more bad then he was. You could have put him in timeout and then just spank me.”

“That’s very noble of you son, but you’ve got your own spanking coming.”

Jack didn’t move much as John reached over to him and lifted him up. He placed him over his lap, settled the boy into what he hoped would be a comfortable position. Jack’s body remained tense and John felt like stopping before he started all over again. He rubbed his hand over Jack’s  back, hoping to calm his son and offer comfort before he started wailing on the poor bottom before him.

“Jackie, you know not to behave like you did today. You’re mom shouldn’t have to worry about you being mean to anyone in school, you’re usually a really nice boy, but now she’s going to be worried that you’re going to do something bad again. I don’t think you want that, right?”

“No, Daddy,” Jack replied, his voice low and tight from the tears that were already being shed.

“We want you to be good and not cause trouble. It’s okay to be a little bad sometimes, but not a lot of bad in one day, okay. And little boys should never be rude to their mothers like you were today.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, son. And that’s why I’m going to spank you now. Then, we’ll go downstairs and you’re going to apologize to your mother.”

“Okay.”

Much like with Dean, John’s hand covered most of Jack’s backend and he could cover it completely with every two swats that landed. Putting slightly more force than he previously had, John placed six swats down.

Jack controlled his kicking better than Dean, but he was sobbing into his comforter just like his brother had done.

“That’s it buddy. We’re all done,” reassured John, releasing Jack’s waist and using both of his hands to massage Jack’s back, neck and legs, all the while avoiding the swore bottom.

Jack started to push himself up after a moment, and John moved him to sit on his lap like he had done with Dean. Jack hugged John tightly for a moment before leaning back and looking up to John’s face.

“I don’t want Momma to worry. I’ll be good, Daddy. I’m sorry for painting the baby’s walls and being bad in front of Dean.”

“Thank you for apologizing. But, it’s your Mom who’s going to have to forgive you, okay? She was really sad that you both had acted up today.”

Jack nodded and John kissed his cheek like he had with Dean.

“You know why it’s so important for you to be a good example for your brother?” John asked him as he set Jack onto his feet and started to stand.

“So he’s not bad.”

“That’s one reason, yes. But also because with the new baby, Dean’s going to be a big brother. And you know how important that is. You need to show him how to be a good big brother, or else the baby going to grow up and be really, really bad.”

Jack looked thoughtful, taking John’s hand for when they’d head down.

“Dean, a big brother?”

“That’s right.”

“Oh boy. He’s not ready!”

John laughed and started leading them out of the room.

“He may not be now, but when the baby comes he’s going to need to be. So, you can either help me to make him a good big brother, like another little Winchester I know, or we’re going to have our hands full with Dean and the baby causing all kinds of trouble.”

Jack nodded as they reached the steps and started to head down.

“How long do you think Momma can hold it, Daddy? We’ve got a lot of work to do with Dean!”

 

End.