Protective Love

Ch. 25 -- Uncle Bobby

     The picture above is a picture of Bobby's house located in a car junk yard. The black car picture outside the house is supposed to be the Impala in the show SUPERNATURAL which is going to be in my story as well. William's car is going to be located near the front porch.

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        I woke up on top of Dean, laying across his chest as he hugged me closely to him. Glancing at the time I saw it is still early, only 7:04am. I roll off of my big brother and stretch my muscles, just now noticing Sam's empty bed. I stand up and start walking towards the door to grab some tea, until my legs give out from under me on only the third step. Sam is quick to catch me and pick me up, placing me on his hip.

"You need to be more careful, Vi. You could have gotten hurt."
"I'm sorry, I forgot about my bruises." I reply, looking towards the floor.
"Lets get you cleaned up and check them out, hmm?"
        I nod my head as Sam leads me to the bathroom, taking my pajama pants off to get a better look at my bruises. My whole leg is red and yellow, blue and purple spots can be seen scattered all over. I cover my eyes, not wanting to see anymore of my own legs. Sam lets out a long, 'hmph' as he starts to apply some cream on them. I give Sam the puppy dog eyes and beg him to let me walk to the kitchen.
"You can hold my hand?" I continue
"Okay! Okay, fine."
        Sam brings me down from the counter and I start to walk to the kitchen at a slow rate, holding Sam's hand in a strong grip. When I finally arrived to the kitchen, Sam hands me my tea with medications mixed into it and I sip it gradually. Today is Friday, so there is no therapy today. I am so happy, yesterday June told William that I don't need to come so often anymore, it was only since I had gotten out of the hospital. I only have to go once a week now.
"We've got a surprise for you, Vi. It's arriving around noon."
"Really? I can't wait to see it!"
Sam chuckles as he grabs a cup of coffee for himself and Damon who had just walked into the kitchen.
"I didn't see you in bed. Were did you go, Vi?" Damon looks groggy, like he barely slept. Probably my fault, ops.
"I had a bad dream so Dean let me sleep with him."
Damon nods his head and takes a sip of coffee. He walks up to me and feels my forehead, then my back.
"You have a slight fever, Vi. Are you feeling okay?"
I nod my head and continue drinking my tea. I still feel sleepy, but if I tell them that, they'll send me back to bed. I barely slept at all last night and the tea isn't helping any. Damon picks me up and carries me to the bathroom, setting me down on the counter just like Sam.
"God! Why is everyone bringing me in here?!" I reply sharply.
Damon's eyes widen at my sudden outburst and he quickly shushes me. "Be quiet! Don't make me have to put you in time out for talking back."
I lower my head and let him examine my legs and arms, "Did Sam check you earlier?"
I nod my head slightly and Damon starts to fill up the bathtub. "But its after breakfast, brother."
"Nope, not this time."
        I start taking off my shirt and Damon places me in the warm water, then he walks out, leaving the door wide open so he could see me from his spot on the island in the kitchen. I lean back into the tub and start to relax, humming along to a song I got stuck in my head. After ten minutes, I wash my hair and body and call out for Damon. He walks into the bathroom and helps me with the towel and takes me to my bedroom where he takes out some jeans and a flower shirt for me. By the time I am ready, Dean and William were making breakfast: Eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns and oatmeal.
"I don't want oatmeal!" I shout at them
"Hey! Keep your voice down! Cody is still sleeping. You will eat all the oatmeal I give you or there won't be any eggs and bacon for you." Dean replies.
        I had scared them both when I yelled, William almost dropped the pot of hot water on himself. He gave me a scary look as he set the pot down and continued stirring the oatmeal inside of it. I started to laugh at them. Damon set me down in the living room, putting on the tv to entertain me. After a half an hour, Cody woke up and we were sitting at the dinning table. I was sitting on Dean's lap with a big bowl of oatmeal placed in front of us. Dean lifts the spoon and starts to guide it into my mouth, that is until I closed it shut and turned away. Dean let out a long breath and asked me to open it up nicely.
"I don't want stupid oatmeal! That stuff is disgusting!" I yelped
"I do not want to have to force feed you, Viviana. Now open up."
I shook my head and slammed my hand against the spoon, sending the oatmeal flying everywhere on the table. Dean looked like he was ready to explode as he stood up and carried me to his room, setting me down on the bed.
"What has gotten into you this morning?! Huh?"
Oh, he's expecting me to answer him? Fine. "I don't want fucking oatmeal!!!" I screamed loudly.
Dean flips me over on my tummy and starts to spank me hard. *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* "You do not raise your voice at me, young lady!" *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* "What do you have to say for yourself?!"
I am slightly crying from the smacks I received, but that's not going to stop me. I have no idea why I am acting this way, I just feel so rebellious today. "I hate you! Your the worst brother!"
        That really got to him, he was shocked for a second, standing absolutely still. Then he walks out of the room, calling William to grab me. William walks in a second later and picks me up, setting me down on his lap to finish my oatmeal. Dean is eating his food not talking or even looking up. I feel so stupid, of course I don't hate him! I was only trying to.. well, I don't know why I did that! Cody gives me a sad look, and I start to cry silently again. I accept the oatmeal William gives me, my tears spilling all over the glass table. When everyone was done eating, William and Dean were the only ones left at the table waiting for me to finish. Sam took Cody to clean up and Damon had gotten a phone call from his job.
"I'm sorry, Dean." I whisper.
Dean puts his hand up, quieting me in a second. I start to cry harder at that point, my breathing going ragged.
"Dean, I think you should finish her punishment." William replies quietly.
Dean nods his head slightly, stands up and takes me from William. I am crying even harder now as he takes me to his bedroom. Dean's face reads how upset he is, how I've hurt his feelings.
"Why are you getting this spanking, Vi?" Dean asks me with a monotone voice. He places me over his lap, pulling my undies and pants down.
"I w-wasn't eating m-my oat-oatmeal and...and I cussed and I...I hurt your feelingggsss!" I cried
Dean nods his head curtly and starts to spank me. *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK* "This punishment is for you throwing the oatmeal out of my hands." *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*  "I do NOT want this kind of behavior to EVER happen again, do you understand me?!" *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*
"y-yes sir!" I screamed as he lands the last five smacks on my bum *SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK*
Dean picks me up and gently sets me on his lap, rubbing my back and soothing me in the process. I start to cry harder, drenching his pajama shirt in my tears.
"Wat's the matter, sweetie? Why are crying so hard? I barely hit you that hard."
"I-I-I'm s-sorrrryyy, I don't h-hate you! Pl-lease forgive mmeeee."
"Awww baby, Its okay, its okay. Your okay. I forgive you, okay? Now calm down for me, Vi. Your going to get sick."
I start to calm down after five minutes of sobbing. Dean picks me up and sets me down on the counter of the bathroom sink. I look at him and start to cry again.
"No, no Vi. Please calm down. I love you very, very much and even though you did get spanked, you need your mouth washed out because of that nasty word you said. Okay?"
I nod my head and open my mouth for Dean to put in the soap bar. After five minutes, I spit out the bar and washed my mouth out to get the taste out.
"Vivi, do you know how much I love you?"
I nod my head as Dean carries me out of the bathroom and into the living room.
"How much, then?" Dean asks
"To the moon and back a million times!"
"Hahahaha, noo! To the moon and back a trillion, gazillion times!"
        I giggle as he says that. Dean lays down on the sofa, laying me on top of him so I don't have to sit on my sore bottom. I start to close my eyes as sleep starts calling for me. I feel Dean give me a kiss on the top of my head and right before I pass out, I hear one of my brothers say, "Awww, that's so adorable! Perfect for a picture." The last thing I hear is the sound of a camera going off as somebody takes our picture.