Double trouble...but like...times four so it's eight? - OC spanking story

The end, the beggining, the broken and the fixed

Time and time again, I am left speechless and... awed – all because of you, guys. As you might have noticed, I have this bad habit of disappearing for a good while, and then just popping up randomly when you least expect me.

I was actually just talking to someone recently, and the topic of this story came up. So, I decided to check up on it...

and realized...

...that it has...

65K reads.

65.

K.

Reads....

I literally almost teared up. I felt so much respect and awe, and, well, I couldn't just leave you all hanging, could I?!

So, here it is. Chapter number 11, partly unedited and 100% a mess, and dedicated to each and every one of you.

Thank you.

Yours, truly,

Moony

P.S. Also, I owe a big Thank you to a kind person who left a comment on the last chapter, writing something along the lines of "I smell therapy" in regards to a section I wrote back then. You actually made me think and reshape this chapter. I hope you'll be happy with the outcome =)

Never have a door looked so daunting before, especially ones with crayon drawing of a dinosaur and a duck still visible on the bottom half of them.

Oliver sighed.

Sniffles were coming from the other side, along with a muffled cry or plea here and there, Those were usually followed by deep voices murmuring reassurances, only for the cycle to continue once again.

He shifted again, putting more of his weight on his right foot, but it was equally unpleasant to stand on as on the left one. Breathing in deeply, he wiped his palms on the front side of his jeans before finally knocking and opening the door.

"Hey there", he murmured.

Jamie turned his head from where it was burried into Dean's thigh, crying out softly once their eyes met.

"I'm – m'sorry, so sorry..."

"Oh, Jay, no, none of that now..." Dean's large palm brushed his sweaty hair from the pale face. Damon murmured something, his hand stroking youngest's back. "Calm down, Angel, you're fine..."

"M'sorry, Ollie, I don't know..." a hoarse sob wrangled from his lips. "I was just...! I didn't..."

"Oh, Honey, I know." Oliver was quick to come closer, taking the hand that blond boy stretched towards him. "You really scared us back there, you know?"

Just the memory of his little brother's face distorted in such rage... he shuddered.

"Look", he smiled towards the younger, gently. "We still need to talk about this, but there will be time for that later. For now, I need you to calm down first, alright? Are you okay to do that?"

Jamie sniffled, but nodded, pressing the side of his head further into Dean's palm. Their second oldest chuckled.

"Clingy much?"

Jamie whined, his face red, but Dean's hand pressed him back down once he tried removing himself from his embrace.

"I didn't say I was complaining, kid!"

He flicked his forehead for a good measure, and Damon chocked down an amused snort.

Jamie yelped. "Jerk!"