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Rereading fic is awesome when your feeling low! I’m actually reresding @bellarisatk’s bunker fic at the moment 🙂

Yes! Re-reading awesome fic is like wrapping yourself up in a warm blanket and snuggling for a while!

I ended up reading Flinchflower’s fic from my Evernote because she hasn’t uploaded everything to AO3 and I needed to read:

All discipline fic with an awesome John, Bobby, Caleb, Jim, etc. I go back and read parts of Slash Me Twice and 50 Kink Ways too.

I go back and read @deadmockingbirds1 fics too 😀

Can you write a one-shot where Dean spanks a human, ex-angel canon Cas? Its long and merciless and A long time coming, until it’s over–then it’s all comfort and fluff. No sex.

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Title: A Lasting Impression

Warnings/Tags:  Discipline spanking – Dean spanks Cas, non-con spanking, harsh spanking, crying, begging, and a good dose of fluff, talk of parental spanking (John + Dean). This is genfic, but squint and you could call it Dean/Castiel 🙂

Alternate Link:  AO3

A Lasting Impression

He’s faced down demons.  The King of Hell.  Powerful witches.  He’s
been alive longer than the human who’s driving twenty miles over the
speed limit and hasn’t spoken to him in nearly forty-five minutes.

Even Sam’s quiet.  He must feel the tension.

Cas
feels shaky, and he doesn’t understand why.  Sure, he’s fairly certain
he won’t enjoy what’s about to happen, but it’s not the worst he’s
experienced.  Not even by a long shot.

 “You even think of doing something this stupid again and I’ll throw
you over my knee and beat your ass until it’s black and blue.”

Cas closes his eyes and tries to control his breathing.  Of
course he knows what a spanking is.  He may have done something stupid,
but he isn’t stupid.  And really he had good intentions.

As
he stares out the rear passenger-side window, he wonders how many
humans have been in this same situation.  Good intentions don’t always
mean it was the right thing to do.

He wonders if, now that his
grace is completely gone and he’s one hundred percent human, he’s going
to make more and more mistakes.

Dean pulls up outside the bunker
and shuts the car off.  Cas wants to hold his breath, and if he had his
grace he could, but he can’t, and he doesn’t want to move, doesn’t want
Dean to notice him, because as big and bad as Cas was just months ago,
he’s not anymore, and it’s terrifying and thrilling at the same time.

“Get
him some new clothes,” Dean says as he pulls out his wallet and hands
Sam two hundred-dollar bills.  "And pick up something for dinner.  
Something he can eat while standing.“

Cas’ breath catches in his
chest and his stomach clenches.  He doesn’t know why his body just does
it.  He knew what was coming, but the way Dean’s talking about it, like
he assumes Cas won’t be able to sit, and like Cas needs his clothes
purchased for him, well, it’s unsettling.  Cas doesn’t suspect Dean’s
using scare tactics.  He’s not that kind of guy when it comes to things
like this.  But it’s still making his palms sweat, and he can’t figure
out if he wants to open the door and make a run for it or never move
again.

“Dean,” Sam says.

It’s a warning.  Cas can hear it in
Sam’s voice.  Even though Sam’s just as upset as Dean over this whole
thing, Sam’s worried about him.  It’s another aspect of this whole thing
Cas hadn’t anticipated, and the backs of his eyes ache and burn.  His
nose tickles a little bit.

“Don’t start,” Dean hisses, then opens the door and gets out.

Sam
slides over into the driver’s seat, and even though Cas knows he should
be getting out, he can’t make himself move.  He’s frozen and he wonders
if his lungs might even freeze up.  He flinches as his door opens.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Dean says, holding the door open for him.

Cas
is looking forward, eyes on the back of the seat in front of him.  He
can’t move.  He doesn’t know why, but he can’t move.  Logically it makes
sense, the fight, flight, or freeze instinct kicking in, but it was
only an abstract fact before now.

Dean wraps a hand around Cas’
upper right arm and pulls him out.  Cas gets his feet under him, but he
feels numb, like he’s walking on a cloud.  He’s breathing too fast, but
he can’t make himself calm down.

All he can picture in his mind is
what he saw when he pulled Dean from Hell all those years ago, because
he saw it all.  Every bit of Dean’s life, the good and the bad, was
right there.  He remembers a cocky, teenage Dean who thought he knew
better than his father and found himself pulled over John’s knee more
than a few times.  Dean was a stubborn kid, but spankings worked when
nothing else did, so that’s what he got.

Cas knows what it’s like
through Dean’s eyes.  He may never have experienced it as a human
himself, but he knows it’ll hurt in more ways than one.  He knows Dean’s
going to make it count because what Cas did, what he’s been doing can’t
be ignored.

He suddenly gasps, and he doesn’t know how long he’d
been holding his breath, but now he can’t get enough oxygen.  He’s
panting, and he thinks he can hear himself whimpering as Dean pulls him
up the stairs.

 “You know what that means, Cas?  Do you realize I’m gonna toss you
over my knee, yank your pants and boxers down, then smack your ass?  I’m
gonna keep going until you’re crying and begging me to stop.  And it’s
not gonna be because I’m pissed or I’m looking for revenge.  It’s
because what you’re doing is hurting you and could get you killed, and
I’m not gonna let you do that.”

Dean doesn’t use words to say how he feels about someone.  He
shows it.  He chooses his words carefully and if someone’s watching,
paying attention, they’ll know.  Cas knows.  Dean loves him and
considers him family.  He wouldn’t care about Cas running off and doing
stuff like this if he didn’t love him.

Cas’ chest feels tighter
and his eyes are burning, his lips feel tingly and like they want to
move without his consent.  Not to talk, but they’re quivering, and Cas
has seen humans do this, but never really understood how it felt before.

Dean
takes him into the kitchen and stops at the steel counter where they
have some cooking utensils.  He pulls out a wooden spoon, and just as
Cas starts to pull back, his ass clenching at just the thought of it
being used on him, Dean drops the spoon back into the jar and grabs
another utensil.

Cas decides he wants the spoon instead.  Because
the thing that Dean pulls out is thicker, more sturdy, and the head of
the thing will cover about twice the diameter the spoon would have.  
Worst of all, it’s old and well-worn, which means there won’t be any
give.  Cas shakes his head, mouth opening even though he doesn’t know
what to say, but Dean makes up his mind, and then they’re walking out of
the kitchen.

Dean walks into Cas’ room, leaves the door open, and
doesn’t stop until he’s standing by the right side of the bed.  Cas is
ready for the discussion.  He wants it.  It’ll buy him some time.  
Whenever Dean got tossed over his dad’s knees, there was a discussion
first, and Dean would prolong it, but Cas never knew why before he was
standing by the bed, hoping for anything to happen that would give him
more time.

Cas stands there while Dean pulls Cas’ jacket off.  He
doesn’t know or care where Dean puts it.  He feels vulnerable in just
his jeans, T-shirt, socks, and boots.  It’s silly, and he doesn’t know
why the jacket felt like a protection.

Dean unbuttons Cas’ jeans,
then sits down on the bed, so Cas moves to sit down next to him, but is
surprised when Dean yanks him by the left arm and pulls him down over
his lap.

Cas lets out a noise that mimics an animal in distress,
and it shocks him for a moment, but then he feels his jeans and boxers
coming down and fear flares bright and painful in his chest, his
stomach.

“Dean!” Cas yelps, twisting as he pushes back, but Dean
holds him down, and while he knows it’s not effortless to hold a grown
man down, Cas can’t help but feel trapped and weak.

“Settle down,” Dean says, voice gruff.  "You’re not gettin’ up for a long time.“

Cas
gasps as the spoon connects.  It’s the sound more than the pain that
gets to him.  He wasn’t expecting it, and as the pain blossoms out from
the middle of his right ass cheek, everything suddenly becomes even more
real.

He’s over Dean’s lap.  His jeans and boxers are around his
ankles.  Dean’s got the upper hand and in this position he’s stronger
than Cas.  He’s using a wooden spoon that Cas is sure he’s going to burn
once this is over.

Dean’s hitting him.

Dean was upset
enough over this whole thing that he’s actually spanking him, and Cas
finally understands why Dean used to start crying even before the
spanking started.  His chest aches, it’s hard to breathe, and squirming
does absolutely nothing to make the pain in his backside better, but he
can’t stop himself, can’t hold still.

It’s silent in the room
other than the sound of the spoon hitting his ass and his own breathing
and whimpering, so when he cries out, legs kicking and hands scrabbling
for anything that could get him off of Dean’s lap, it feels too loud,
and he wants Dean to make some noise too, but he doesn’t know why.

He
manages to get his right leg up and over Dean’s and pushes himself
toward the head of the bed, his cock dragging painfully over the
material of Dean’s jeans.

“No!  No, Dean, please!” Cas yells as Dean wraps his left arm around Cas’ middle and brings him right back into position.

He
wants to see Dean’s face.  He wants Dean to say something.  Anything.  
He wants it to stop.  He wishes he’d never even considered putting
himself in this position.  It wasn’t worth it.

“I’m sorry!” Cas wails, yanking at the blanket and sheet.

Cas
feels the grip on his waist loosen and takes advantage of it, throwing
himself onto the floor.  He regrets it instantly when his ass lands
hard, his momentum causing his sore skin to drag on the rough flooring.
He’s panting as he looks up at Dean.

“You’re sorry?” Dean asks, and his voice is quiet.

“I’m really sorry!  I won’t do it again!” Cas says, shaking his head.

“What are you sorry for?” Dean asks, tapping his leg with the spoon.  It’s a casual movement that unnerves Cas even more.

“I’m sorry I lied,” Cas says, trying to catch his breath.

“Is that all?” Dean asks.

Cas
squirms.  He knows there’s more, but he doesn’t want to say it.  Saying
it out loud makes it more real, and he never understood it before he
lost his grace and became human like Dean.

“C’mere, we’re not done,” Dean says, patting his leg with his left hand.

“No!”
Cas says, eyes widening as he holds his hands up.  "There’s more.  I
lied about where I was and I left while you and Sam weren’t here so you
wouldn’t stop me.“

"And what did you do?” Dean asks, brow
furrowing.  "What really important and dangerous thing that I told you
not to do did you go ahead and do?“

"I don’t know why you’re asking,” Cas says, face screwing up in confusion.  "You know what I did and-“

"One,” Dean says, interrupting Cas.

“One?” Cas asks, even more confused.

“Two,” Dean says.

Cas
remember this.  He suddenly and clearly remembers what it means and
scrambles to his knees.  "Wait!  Wait!  You’re doing it to make sure I
understand what I’ve done wrong!“

Dean nods.  "Yup.  Beating your
ass is just abuse unless you know why we did this.  I’d rather not have
to do this again in the future, so I want to know you fully understand
why.”

Cas thinks about it a moment, and then he feels a flare of anger.  "I’m doing what you and Sam do all the time.“

Dean crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head a bit.  "This isn’t about me or Sam.”

“It is when I’m out there following leads just like you do,” Cas says.

“Oh,
I see,” Dean says, nodding.  "So when you’re following one of Crowley’s
minions around without telling us what you’re doing, that’s the same as
what we do.“

"Yes,” Cas says, resting on his ankles, then quickly deciding that wasn’t a good idea because it really hurt.

“And
when you ditch us to trade things you’ve stolen from the bunker,” Dean
says, pausing as Cas squirms, “to trade for information, that’s
something else we’ve done?”

“You would,” Cas says.

Dean lets
out a huff of laughter.  "And when you purposely curse yourself with an
object that makes you stronger while simultaneously lowering your
inhibitions, that’s something we’ve done?“

Cas nods.  "You would,” he says again.

“No,” Dean says, “I wouldn’t.”

“If Sam’s life were in danger-”

“Your
life isn’t in danger,” Dean interrupts.  "What you’re going after,
you’re not going to get back without signing up for something that isn’t
worth the risk.“

"You can’t say that,” Cas hisses.

“Like
Hell I can’t,” Dean says, voice louder than before.  "You lost your
grace, and that sucks really fuckin’ bad, and if I could change it for
you, I would.  But you know just as well as I do that the way you’re
going about this is wrong, and it’s going to get you killed.“

"I just needed one more-”

“Yeah,
that’s how it always is,” Dean says.  "One more of this, a little more
of that, and because it’s one step at a time, you don’t notice how far
you’ve gone.  And this isn’t the first time Sam and I have had to track
you down.  It is the first time we had to bribe a witch to take a curse off you because of it.“

"So this is the solution?” Cas challenges.

“No,
this isn’t a solution,” Dean says, shaking his head.  "This is a
reminder and incentive to stop doing the shit you’re doing.  We do this
together.  We don’t lie to each other, go behind each other’s backs,
hitchhike across the country, and follow a demon to visit a witch.“

Cas knows it sounds bad when Dean puts it like that, but he just can’t let it drop.  "Are you enjoying this?”

“I don’t want to do this,” Dean says, and Cas can see the regret in his eyes.  "C’mere,“ Dean says, holding out his hand.

Cas frowns at him.  "Why?”

“So we can finish up here,” Dean says.

Cas’ eyes widen.  "You already spanked me!“

"No,
what I did was get your attention,” Dean says.  "I want to make sure
this leaves a lasting impression so we don’t have a repeat performance.“

"It won’t happen again,” Cas says, then gasps as Dean stands up heading for him.  "No!  Wait!  Dean, no!“

Cas
tries to pull away, but Dean pushes him down onto his stomach, flat on
the floor, and grabs his flailing right arm, holding his wrist at the
small of his back.

"No!  No!  Dean, stop!” Cas screams as Dean hits him harder than before with the spoon.

Cas
twists this way and that, boots smacking into the desk and possibly
knocking some things over, but it doesn’t do him any good.  He bends his
knees, bringing his feet up and trying to cover his ass.  Cas thinks
he’s won because Dean stops, but then Dean’s pulling him up and dragging
him over to the bed.

Dean gets them up onto the bed and pulls Cas
over his lap again, bringing the spoon down over and over again.  Cas’ ass
hurts so much he lets out a bleat of frustration and pain.

“I w-ow!  I won’t do it again!” Cas yells, yanking at the blanket and sheets, hoping to get some leverage, but Dean’s got him.

He
feels helpless and scared, and he feels very, very sorry.  It’s
different than before.  Before he just wanted Dean to stop, and he still
wants that, but now he thinks about Dean, how Dean isn’t doing this
because he feels like it, but because he cares about Cas and worries
about him.  It hurts even more.

Cas bends his knees, trying to
cover his ass again, remembering how well it worked when Dean had him on
the floor, and when Dean stops Cas thinks he’s been successful, but
then Dean repositions him, pushing his legs down and locking them with
his own right leg.

“No!” Cas howls as Dean starts spanking him
again.  "I said I wouldn’t do it again!  Please!  Dean!  Dean, stop!  
Dean!“ he cries out, vision blurring with tears.

He lets out a
sob, squeezing his eyes shut and flailing, and when he tries to suck in
more air, he can’t.  It’s stuck.  He’s never going to be able to breathe
again, and he needs to now that he’s a human.  He panics, mouth open in
a silent scream, but his lungs won’t work.

Dean thumps him on the
back, and it’s enough of a shock that Cas can suddenly breathe again.  
He sucks in the air, almost choking on it, and then he’s crying.  
Heaving sobs that seem to come from deep inside him, and he can’t cry
hard enough, can’t get in enough air, and he doesn’t know why this has
to be so hard.

It takes him a moment to realize Dean’s not
spanking him anymore, and he cries even harder because it’s over and he
lived and he never knew it could be like this.

Dean’s rubbing his
back, but it’s not enough.  Cas wants to be closer.  Needs to be.  He
twists, grabbing Dean’s shoulder and half climbing him, half pushing him
down to the bed, and then he’s straddling Dean and burying his face in
Dean’s neck, sobbing and not caring one bit that he’s getting snot and
tears all over Dean.

Cas shudders as Dean wraps his arms around
him, his hands smoothing over Cas’ back, and it feels so good that Cas
starts crying harder, but he doesn’t know why.

"Hey, hey, I gotcha,” Dean says softly.

“I don’t w-want any more,” Cas blubbers into Dean’s neck.

“You’re not getting any more,” Dean says.  "You were punished, and I forgive you.“

Cas melts against Dean, body going lax as he sniffles.  "I’m sorry.”

“I know,” Dean says.

“I didn’t like that,” Cas says.

Dean lets out a huff of laughter.  "Neither did I.“

"I really don’t want it to happen again,” Cas says, wiping his nose on Dean’s shoulder.

Dean lets him, doesn’t get upset with him for it.  "I don’t want it to happen again either.“

"Can I burn the spoon?” Cas asks.  Cas frowns at Dean’s chuckling.  "I mean it.  I want to burn it.“

"I don’t know,” Dean says, “it was the perfect tool for the job.”

“I’m burning it,” Cas says.

Dean chuckles again.  "Okay.  We’ll burn it later.“

"Do I get to sleep with you tonight?” Cas asks.

Dean pauses.  "Huh?“

"You always crawled into bed with Sam after you got spanked,” Cas says.  "It made you feel better.“

"It did,” Dean says, “and you can.”

“I’m never going to be able to sit down again.”

Dean
chuckles.  "You’ll be fine.  It’ll hurt tonight and you’ll still be
somewhat sore tomorrow, but in a few days you won’t even remember this.“

Cas gets his hands on Dean’s chest and pushes himself up so he can glare at Dean.  "I won’t be forgetting this.”

Dean smiles.  "I know.“

Cas’ stomach growls.  "I’m really hungry,” he says as if his stomach has betrayed him by requiring food.

“Yeah, well, you worked up an appetite flopping around over my lap,” Dean says.

Cas
carefully slides off of Dean, making sure his ass doesn’t rub against
any material on the way.  He bends over to pull his boxers and jeans up,
but Dean sits up and holds out a hand.

“Wait,” Dean says, then
gets up and heads for Cas’ drawers.  He pulls one open, then another
until he finds a pair of sleep pants, then hands them to Cas.  "These’ll
feel better.“

"Oh, thank you,” Cas says.

“Here, lemme help you,” Dean says as he crouches down and unlaces Cas’ boots.

Cas
straightens, watching as Dean takes the time to lift each foot and take
each boot off, then helps him step out of the jeans and boxers.

“I always get a little shaky,” Dean says as he takes the sleep pants from Cas and holds them out for Cas to step into.

Cas smiles crookedly as Dean carefully slides them up his legs, avoiding his ass.

“There, all set,” Dean says.  "Do you know what you want to eat?“

Cas
thinks about it a moment, then grins.  "One of those sandwiches you
made Sam the other night.  With the marshmallow fluff and peanut
butter.”

Dean chuckles.  "I don’t know how you guys eat those,“ he
says, shaking his head, but he’s clearly amused.  "Okay, but what if
Sam brought home something better?”

“I can eat both,” Cas says.  "I’m very hungry.“

Dean puts his hands on Cas’ shoulders from behind and guides him out of the bedroom.  "Sounds good to me.”

“Can
we watch a movie tonight?” Cas asks as they make their way to the
kitchen.  "I saved a few movies on Netflix that looked interesting.“

Dean
wraps his left arm around Cas as they walk into the kitchen, Sam
already there and brow furrowed in concern.  "Yeah, we’ll make Sam set
the laptop up in my room.”

“Thank you, Dean,” Cas says, then leans over the steel table, ready to watch as Dean makes his sandwich.

Fic Recs: Deadmockingbirds

I have to rec Deadmockingbirds’ fics. Lots of discipline spanking, which is always a plus for me, but the stories are very interesting too. Plot and feels and fluff and lots of good stuff!

The Winchester Series – Dean gets de-aged, then gets adopted by Sam & Castiel, who are a married couple hoping to make a family. There is discipline spanking in this.

My Husband’s Rules – Unrelated Sam/Dean, AU where Dean being married off means he has to follow his husband’s (Sam) rules. Dean gets spanked a lot 😀

Those are my two favorites, but check out the other fics on AO3.