Good For You
Cas wants to try masturbating, Dean talks him through it over the phone
Sometimes, when in the business of killing monsters, and occasionally having monsters kill you back, the safest place to go was where monsters didn’t think to go.
This was why Sam, Dean, and Castiel were hiding out at Rufus’ cabin, and had no intention of leaving for at least two… maybe six days.
There wasn’t a lot to do in Rufus’ cabin, besides watch TV, but the TV was broken. There was a rickety old bunk bed in the mustiest corner of the room, and a big old couch in the middle that still sported Dean’s ass print from when he had a broken leg. Sam kept the fire stoked with logs from the nearby barn, and Dean kept pizza on the table.
Castiel, however, sat on the couch, ankles crossed with his legs stretched out, reading the third of the five men’s fashion magazines Dean had brought back along with the aforementioned pizza.
Castiel glanced up from his magazine as Dean emerged from the tiny bathroom, fully clothed but scrubbing his hair dry with a towel. Castiel had been waiting to speak, and now Dean was here, he announced: “I think,” he began, “I’d like to try masturbating.”
Dean froze mid-step, foot in the air.
Sam looked up from his TV-tinkering.
“This magazine says that it can improve a low mood, and I have been feeling somewhat down since I lost my wings.” Castiel pondered the featured article again, examining the headline ‘Top 10 Reasons Why Jerking Off is Good For You’. “The only thing is, I’m not fully convinced I know how.”
Dean’s breath stuttered. He glanced to his brother, then slipped his damp towel off his shoulders, tossed it on the back of a dining chair, then strode towards the door. “Well, I’m going out. You got this, Sammy, right?”
“What?” Sam yelped. “No?!”
“Yeeah, you do,” Dean said, in the tone of a big brother encouraging a younger brother to do a particularly difficult section of schoolwork. “You’re practically an expert.”
“Um? No? Dean, Dean—! Heyheyhey, wait— Wait—!”
Dean put on his leather jacket and strode out in unlaced boots, door slamming behind him.
Sam made a quiet sound of dismay, standing up beside the TV, screwdriver blade in hand.
“Are you an expert?” Castiel asked, eyebrows raised.
Sam turned to Castiel with a plain, half-strained smile. “You know, I’m really not the best person to ask about this— Maybe you could look it up, you know, on… Google.”
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