Help

 Warnings: awkward smut, cursing, I think that's it  

Fic:

You're asleep in your motel room when you suddenly feel someone grasp your shoulder. Your hunter instincts kick in to overdrive as you grab the gun from under your pillow and roll over to aim it at the person who'd just grabbed you. "Wait, it's just me," a rough voice says.

"Cas?" you ask as you turn on the light, "what's wrong? You sound strange."

"I ... I don't know. It just kind of happened. I didn't mean for it to happen, it just did," Cas' voice is husky. He sits on the edge of the bed next to your feet with his hands in his lap. His eyes look like they're going to burn holes through the wall any minute.

"What to happen Cas?" you ask. As you move to sit beside him. You place your hand on his shoulder, causing him to shudder. His eyes shift down and you follow his gaze. His hands move to the bed besides him and become fists. When you look down, you see the bulge in his pants, oh ... OH!

You swallow hard, "Cas, it's called an erection. Can I ask what were you doing when this happened?"

"Thinking of you," he says quickly and quietly as if he doesn't want you to hear. His face turns bright red and you're sure yours does too. Really? I didthis to Castiel, an Angel of the Lord? "I thought about going to Dean or Sam, but I was afraid they would just laugh." Cas says and then continues after a pause, "I don't know how to make it stop. I was hoping you could help me, please."

You watch his mouth as he forms the words. You love the way his mouth turns up slightly whenever he says a word that starts with "h." A kind smile spreads across your face as you move to caress his cheek and turn his face towards you. His cheeks are still red; it only makes his blue eyes stand out more. "This is nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about; of course I'll help you Cas. Do you trust me?" you ask.

"Yes," he responds.

"Ok, first, you have to take off your clothes," you tell him. He waves his hand and his clothes disappear. Well, that hadn't gone as you had expected. You were about to tell him that when you were with someone, it could be fun to take your clothes off slowly, but he seemed desperate. That can wait, you tell yourself. "Cas, did you try masturbating?" you ask.

"Um, no, I ... I don't know how," he confesses.

Oh boy, you think. "Well, you just sort of touch yourself," you tell him, but he doesn't move. "Would it be ok if I touched you?" you ask, quickly adding "So I can show you how." He nods and your heartbeat quickens. You never really thought that you'd ever touch Cas like this, not that you hadn't fantasized about it. You trace your fingers lightly along the underside of his shaft before rubbing your thumb around his head and across the slit. Cas' body becomes rigid and his breathing quickens. "Is this ok?" you ask, worried that he's uncomfortable. He nods without tearing his eyes from your hand.

You smear his precum down his shaft and use it as lubricant as you wrap your hand around him and begin to pump your hand up and down. He had been hard when he appeared in your room, but now he was even more so. His hips begin to thrust into your grasp. "So, when you're alone, you can do this until you feel the tension release and you, um, ejaculate."

"What does that word mean?" he asks. Fuck, he's so innocent.

"It would be easier for me to show you," you say, "When you're with someone else, who's willing, there are other things you can do." You move to stand between his legs before kneeling in front of him.