Good For You

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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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Good For You

Cas wants to try masturbating. Maybe from a safe distance - like the other end of a cellphone call - Dean can talk Cas through it.
(Take two: both in the same place this time.)

Tags: Canon Universe, Romance, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn With Feelings, Phone Sex, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbating Castiel, Masturbating Dean Winchester, Masturbation, First Time, First Kiss, Anal Fingering, Fingerfucking, Nipple Play, Biting, Moaning, Praise Kink, Trust Kink, Breathplay, Aftercare, Dean Winchester Cries During Sex, Premature Ejaculation, Come Marking, Love Confessions, Cuddling & Snuggling, Bisexual Dean, Switch Dean, Bottom Dean, Submissive Dean, Switch Castiel, Top Castiel, Dominant Castiel, Human Castiel, Sam Winchester Finds Out, Sam Winchester Knows, Rufus Turner’s Cabin

Warnings: A small amount of feminization/autogynephilia (Dean feminizing himself a bit and imagining himself in panties because he finds it hot).

Word Count: 11k

Rating: NC-17

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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.”

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dean who’s just come out confessing to his best friend/roommate cas that he’s worried about dating guys because “it’s the same but it’s different, y’know? like the kissing and the date part i’m sure are about the same, but like… giving head’s a lot different, and that’s not even getting into sex.”

and cas casually offers to help him practice. cas, the fool, who completely thinks this is a friendly offer on his part and that there are no feelings involved. and dean, also a fool, thinks the same.

spoiler: there are feelings involved, or at least there will be.

cas teaches dean how to give head - the aftermath - dean propositions cas (with art!!!) - dean and cas have sex

cas doesn’t want to make things awkward (or rather, more awkward than necessary… he’s pretty sure it’ll be at least a little awkward for a couple days). as soon as he wakes up, he holds his breath to gauge how asleep dean is. once he thinks it’s safe, he carefully extracts himself from his best friend’s embrace and sneaks out of the room.

of course the moment he moves, dean wakes up, but he can’t bear to say anything, because that would mean hearing from cas why he felt he had to sneak away… so yeah, dean pretends to be asleep.

things actually aren’t too bad once they actually brave leaving their rooms. yeah, they don’t talk about… y’know… but they’re too good of friends not to recover from this. so they had really good sex that kinda derailed into a gentle make-out session and fell asleep in each other’s arms, so what? could happen to anyone. 

as if they need to prove they’re good, they eagerly accept charlie’s invitation to a bar. dean loudly proclaims that he’s ready for a real hook up and cas quietly admits that he probably should seek out a one night stand of his own. 

because clearly this thing with dean is going nowhere and he should nip any inconvenient feelings in the bud, right?

right.

dean dances with any even remotely pretty girl or attractive guy that looks his way. cas is pretty sure he dances with half the bar, and despite his intention of doing the same, cas can’t quite find the motivation. his heart’s just not in it, and he barely can bring himself to dance with charlie when she asks.

after a while, cas forces himself to stop watching dean. sure, he has a better idea why it pains him to see dean in the arms of others, but that doesn’t mean he’s ready to- 

his musings are interrupted by the loud clattering of two beer bottles being placed on the table in front of him. 

“mind if i buy you a drink?” dean asks. cas is momentarily stunned. he knows that smile, that flirty tone, but he’s never had it directed at him before.

not quite able to speak, he silently accepts one of the beers and chugs half of it in the hopes that it’ll clear his mind. it doesn’t, but oh well.

“so, i was thinking,” dean says slowly, looking at the table except when his eyes flash up through his lashes to cas. “you’ve been a lot of help. a great teacher, best i ever had.”

don’t remind me, cas thinks remorsefully. he can’t quite stomach imagining dean putting his “new skills” to the test with other men. “you’re welcome,” is what he manages to say out loud. somehow.

dean smiles, but some of that flirtiness is gone. there’s something nervous underneath the surface, and now cas is starting to get worried. 

“so, like i said,” dean continues, his hand absentmindedly peeling the label of his beer bottle, “i’ve been thinking. and i thought… y’know, there are a lot of things left i kinda wanna… try out. like yeah, i can give head and fucked a guy, but like… what if i wanna bottom? or try rimming? shower sex with a guy’s probably different than with a chick, right? same with car sex and 69 and uh… and y’know, i’ve never had a boyfriend before, and i honestly can’t think of a guy i’d rather try that out with than you.”

cas’ brain fizzled out about halfway through dean’s speech, but eventually it catches up. he nearly falls out of his seat when he hears dean say the word “boyfriend” but something desperate, some mix of eagerness and relief and joy keeps him steady enough to say:

“i’d like that very much, dean.” and somehow he recovers enough to smile and add, “i’m sure you could use a lot of practice.”

“tons,” dean agrees easily, his grin blinding and making cas feel fuzzy all over again. “you’re gonna have to work with me years before i get it right.”

cas gives an exaggerated sigh. “probably. but as your best friend, i really feel like it’s my duty.”

“absolutely.”

and yes, they totally end up having sex in the bathroom five minutes later.

- fin - 

epilogue/bonus scene: 

*after years of dating*

dean: cas, thank you for teaching me how to blow, fuck, and give guys mindblowing orgasms.

cas: no problem. it’s not like i haven’t benefited from the process.

dean: and thanks for teaching me how to date a guy. i really appreciate it.

cas, eyes narrowing: … you’re welcome?

dean: it’s just that now i feel like i’m ready to move onto the next step. you’ve taught me everything i need to know about dating a guy, and i was hoping you’d do me a huge favor and help me learn one more thing.

cas: …. uh

dean, getting on one knee and holding up a ring: would you help me learn how to be a good husband to my husband?

cas, with tears in his eyes: you idiot. yes i will.