Uncle Cas

Baby, it's all wrong

Part 1: Baby, it's all wrong

Castiel slammed the front door shut and shucked off his jacket.

"John?" no answer. "Mary? Guys?"

The bottom floor seemed empty but Castiel just shrugged and opened the fridge to get himself a soda. John had said to meet at five and Castiel was early but still, he had hardly thought all of them would go to the grocery store together.

He downed half the soda before heading upstairs to check if John had made the pull-out for him. He had called yesterday but there was no telling with John and the pull-out was too old and got stuck too easy for Mary to be able to straighten it out.

"Hello?" he called again as he walked up the stairs, just out of habit. The lay-out of the house's bottom floor was very open but the second floor was just halls and rooms and sound easily got distorted.

"Uncle Cas?"

He barely heard Dean's answer, it was so low, but there was no mistaking it in Castiel's mind. He frowned and walked over to Dean's room, the one closest to the stairs. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed it open gently.

"Dean?"

Dean was sitting on his bed in a hunch-over fashion, looking pained and as if he was about to cry. Castiel reacted immediately by stepping in and pushing the door shut behind him. Putting the soda can on Dean's desk he quickly stepped over to the boy and kneeled before him.

"What's wrong son?" he asked gently and put a hand on the boy's knee.

Dean jerked as if Castiel had struck him and Castiel frowned deeper.

"It's... I..." Dean pinched his eyes shut and shook his head. It's too embarrassing.

"Dean." Castiel said in what he hoped was a reassuring manner because he was honestly getting a little scared. "Is it your stomach?"

"No." Dean answered in a small voice and Castiel nodded before seating himself beside the boy.

"I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong." He stated simply and to his relief Dean opened his eyes and looked at Castiel. He smiled kindly. "Are you hurt?"

"No." Dean cleared his throat. "I... It's my dick." He mumbled and looked down at his feet.

Castiel frowned at the wording but let it slip for now.

"What's wrong?"

"It's strange alright." Dean all but yelled, clearly frustrated. "It's hard and it feels strange." He added in a smaller voice and realization dawned on Castiel.

"Oh." Was all he said at first, suddenly very aware of how close he was sitting. He swallowed. "Well, have you had sex ed in school?"

"No." Dean squinted at him. "But I'm not stupid Uncle Cas, I know it happens and it's happened before but it's gone away on its own." He looked down again, clearly uncomfortable and Castiel couldn't blame him. "I... I woke up once and it was tingling and there was something wet in my boxers and I think I know what that was I just..." he looked up again. "I don't really know what to do, not really."

Castiel swallowed hard. Was Dean asking him to have the sex talk? Or to show him how to masturbate? Wasn't this something his father should do? Or, rather, wasn't this something you just figured out on your own? Castiel was fairly certain he'd never had any such discussions with anyone.

"Well..." he harrumphed. "It's completely normal Dean." He patted the boy reassuringly before thinking better of it and snatching his hand away. "You just... I mean if it doesn't go down on its own you just do what feels right 'til you come and then it's..." he shrugged. "That's it."