It was an exausting day at work. When the rosey colored clouds of dawn covered the sky, the Winchester Brothers and their angel were busy shooting the brains out of demons with their purified bullets, up untill the sun fell below the horizon. It was around 8 o' clock at night. Sam had crashed on the couch with a book about Witches on his face that he had read earlier, before the Sandman came and casted a sleep spell on him. Castiel was out eating a smorgasbord of food, a majority of which were burgers, at a local diner. Dean, on the otherhand, had more personal business to attend to.

Like most men, Dean had needs. Needs that could only be attained with the help of a bottle of lotion and his left hand. While his brother slept in the other room, Dean was in his room, illuminated only by the street lights outside. He unbuckled his belt and laid down on his back ontop in the matress. He pulled up his grey shirt and bit down on the bottom part of it, exposing his toned chest and abs. His left palm was lightly coated with the creamy lotion. Through past experience, he doesn't put as much lotion for stimulating self pleasure as before because it created a large mess that was a drag to clean up afterward. He slid his hand down his jeans as he starred up at the ceiling. He wrapped his fingers around his erected member and slowly slid his hand up and down. His mind was flooded with thoughts of busty, curved women with long, curly locks. Warm cum oozed out and made it's way in between his fingers. His right hand gripped tightly on the sheets and his back arched upward as he fondled himself more. His breaths grew heavier and heavier the faster he slid his hand up and down.

He slowly closed his eyes as he was about to reach his climax, when suddenly he felt a strong presence on top of him. When he opened his bright jade colored eyes, he locked eyes with a set of pale sky blue eyes.

"Cas!" He exclaimed with a slight moanful tone. As he screamed, some of his cum ejaculated onto Castiel's dirty tan trench coat. His face flushed red from both the feeling of embarrissment and anger. He instinctively pushed the angel off of him, to which Castiel fell onto the floor. Through his heavy breaths, he managed to say, "What the hell dude?! What are you doing here?!"

Castiel lifted himself off the ground and up onto his feet. He explained, "I finished my meal at the diner. It was still early, so I thought it would be nice to have some time to communicate together."

While the angel examined the cum stain on his trench coat, Dean hastily zipped up his pants and sat up on the side of the bed. "It's nice that you wanna bond and stuff, but I'm a bit busy now," he said in an angry tone as he rubbed his left hand with the blanket to remove the substance.

"You don't seem busy anymore. What were you doing exactly?" The curious angel asked with his eyes narrowed at the demon hunter.

Dean found himself in an awkward position. He had assumed that Castiel already knew about sex related things, let alone masturbation, especially with all the moments of him accidentally watching porn on the t.v. "Well Cas... Umm... It's kinda hard to explain."

"Then please explain to your most capable ability. I am curious as to why were you fondling your own penis and excreted semen on my coat?"

"Don't say it like that! This wouldn't have happened if you knocked on the door like a normal person instead of poping ontop of me!" He growled.

"Why are you angry at me? I simply stated what you were doing."

Dean made no further comment on that matter. There was no doubt that Dean admired Castiel's innocence. He felt as if he were a father giving his pre-pubescent son "the talk". He tried to explain to the curious man to the best of his ability without getting flustered. "It's like this you see. When a guy wants to relieve himself of sexual tension and lacks a partner to do so, he would often resort to self pleasure. Most of the time a bottle of lotion and something pleasurable, like a Playboy magazine to read or a busty woman in the mind, would do the trick."

Castiel's eyebrows were frowed and his eyes were squinted. His confusion led him to ask, "I find burgers pleasurable. Can I fondle my penis to burgers?"

"That's a different kind of pleasure, Cas. Masturbation is for sexual pleasure."

"But I thought one needed a partner to feel sexual pleasure."

"Not necessarily. As what you just witnessed, one person can be enough."

The angel nodded his head as it seemed that he finally understood the concept. Out of the blue, he asked, "Can I try to 'masturbate' right now?"

Dean gulped. "Umm... Sure? I guess you can try in the other roo-."

Suddenly, Castiel had begun to unbuckle his belt. Before the angel was able to pull down his pants, Dean shot up from the bed and gripped Castiel's cold hands, which were on the top rim of his pants.

"What the hell Cas?! Why are you stripping?!"

"I'm going to try it right now. So if you would please let go so I could masturbate." Dean had struggled to keep Castiel's pants up, but was overpowered fairly quick. The angel had managed to pull down his trousers, along with Dean. The wide eyed demon hunter's nose was a meere few inches from the angel's bulge.

Dean, with his face colored like the filling of a cherry pie, looked up to Castiel and exclaimed, "Wait Cas! You don't even know the first thing about jacking off!"

"Then what's the first step?"

"You gotta put lotion on your hand to as a lubricant make jerking off easier and more pleasurable." Dean had no clue why he said that. But it was too late for him to say anything else to stop the angel.

Castiel reached outward for the bottle of lotion on the bedside table and grabbed it. He squeezed the bottle and squirted enough lotion onto his right hand that some oozed out of his palm and splattered onto the floor. Dean, while trying to rub the mess clean with Castiel's pants, yelled, "Cas! No more!"

Somehow, Castiel wasn't paying attention to Deans words exactly and misunderstood his sentence. "Add more?" He asked. He then accumilated more onto his hand. Some of the lotion even landed on Dean's sweaty cheek's and onto his shirt when he tried to snatch the lotion away.

Then, both men heard a lout thud from the floor. Dean felt that the atmosphere had gotten heavy. They turned their heads to the side. Dean held his breath when he saw who had entered the room.

The long haired man, who stood inbetween the door frame, thundered, "Can you guys shut it! I'm trying to sleep! And I can't do that becuse you two are causing a racous-!" His eye's widened and his jaw dropped. Sam couldn't even finish his sentence. How could he? What could any person say or do when they see their brother kneeling beside a man's crotch while being covered in a suspicious white substance?

Dean felt cold and his face was pale. He felt numb, like everything in his mind left his body. "S-S-Sammy! T-This isn't what it l-looks like!"

"Your brother's right Sam. This is all a misundersta-."

"Nope! I don't wanna hear it!" He blurted out.

"But Sammy-!"

"Save it Dean!" He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He calmly stated, "I'm gonna go back to the living room, where I will lay on the couch and sleep again for a few more hours. I never walked in on this. I never saw anything. I. Was. Never. Here. Kapish."

"Kapish," they both repeated, feeling shame and embarissment. Both men watched as Sam closed the door behind him with a look on his face as if he'd lost faith in the world.

As he pulled up his pants, Castiel said, "I'm sorry, Dean. I made this situation uncomftorable for you and Sam. I'll leave you alone." He lowered his chin down to his chest with a dissapointed look as he walked toward the door. His pale hand was on the silver knob when he heard Dean exclaim at him to not leave. Castiel turned his head toward the demon hunter and asked, "What is it?"

Dean scratched the back of his head. At first, he wanted nothing to do with teaching Castiel about self pleasure, but now he felt sorry for the man. Castiel was just an angel with a curiosity as big as a 4 year old's. And since Sam had already walked in on them, he felt that he had nothing to lose at this point. "I can teach you a few things about jerking off. If you're still up for it."

After getting themselves cleaned up, Dean had begun to teach Castiel about self pleasure. Dean sat Castiel up on the side of the bed with his pants off, tranch coat folded neatley to the side, and shirt unbuttoned. Dean knealt in front of him to observe his progress. Dean squirted a bit of the lotion onto the angels left hand. He then told Castiel to grasp his own member softly, since it was his first time. Which he did. After a couple moments of watching Castiel struggle and getting a bit fustrated, Dean asked him how he felt.

"I'm not feeling anything," he stated as he slid his hand up and down his shaft. "Am I doing something wrong? "

Dean cupped his chin with his thumb and index finger. "Let me think... What's in your mind? What are yo thinking of?"

"Nothing," the angel said bluntly.

"That's your problem, Cas. You need to think of someone who is sexually stimulating to you. Someone who make's you feel all hot and bothered."

Castiel paused for a moment. "Hot? And bothered?"

"Yeah. You know, feeling warm and tingly. Do you get what I'm tryin' to say?"

"A little bit. Just be a bit more patient with me," he said before he resumed to his practice.

"Don't worry. Take your time."

Castiel starred down into the hunter's eyes. His eyes reminded him of the vivid, bright green colors of trees deep within a forest as the sunlight hit's behind. He also noted the other feature's of Dean face, like his stubble on his chin, his ruffles light brown hair and his soft, charming smile. Starring into Dean's comeliness made the angel feel different. For some reason, he felt something that he could only explain as... Hot. His hot breaths grew heavier, his black eyebrows pursed upward and sweat formed on his face. Not to mention that he had a chill run up his spine when he locked eyes with Dean. Is this the "bothered" part that Dean talked about earlier? If so, it was working. Soon after, he begun to emmit soft moans.

"Attaboy, Cas. You're doing great," Dean cheered. It was funny for him to not think that there was anything wrong with watching a man masturbate right in front of him. He even felt proud.

Castiel began to slide his hand faster up and down his shaft. Warm cum ran inbetween his fingers, down his pale thighs and onto the bed sheets. But he didn't feel pleased enough. His right hand had gripped the grey sheets of Dean's bed, but found it's way to gripping Dean's honey brown hair.

"Cas! What the-!"

"D...Dean... P-Please b-bare with this f-for a few m-moments..." He said, in between breaths. He slowly pulled Dean closer to his chest and nuzzled his nose onto his soft hair. He caught a few wiffs of a faint scent of Old Spice, one of Dean's favorite brand. "Almost... T-There..." He muttered.

Dean never made any struggle whatsoever to leave Castiel's grip.

Castiel had reached his climax. He emmited a deep, low, orgasmic moan as more cum ran down his hand and squirted up onto his toned stomach. The angel had also accidentally ejaculated onto Dean's grey shirt. "S-Sorry... About that," he chuckled as he recalled that Deja Vu moment from earlier. Castiel fell back on the bed and let out a deep, tired sigh. "Th...That... was a r-riveting experience... I'm exhausted." He leaned on his forearms and had watched the hunter grab the bottom end of his grey, stained shirt and pull it up off his body. Confused as to seeing Dean's toned torso, Castiel asked, "Dean? Why have you stripped?"

Dean made his way inbetween Castiel's bare thigh's. Watching Castiel's facial expression's as he touched himself turned the hunter on. He wanted to see the angel's expressions if he were the one to fondle his shaft, or even thrust his inside the angel. At this point, Dean was no where past the point of return. He flashed a toothy grin at the angel and replied, "I'm not done yet, Cas. There's still plenty of things for you to learn." He leaned in close to Castiel's pale ear and whispered, "And I plan on helping you 'till you get it right."

Dean pulled away from his ear and moved his face close to the angel's. What Dean didn't know was that Castiel had been able to pleasure himself because of his thoughts being filled with the demon hunter. He commented, "Alright. But it might take some time to perfect the technique."

"Didn't you hear what Sammy said earlier. We have more than enough time to practice."

The edge's of Castiels lips curved upward softly. He shifted his head close to Deans lips where they're barely toughing and stated in a soft, raspy voice, "Then by all means, be my helping hand."