Castiel exhaled slowly as he stared up at the flat ceiling above him. He was laying in his and Dean's comfortable bed, on his back with one hand cast limply on his own stomach. The angel was completely naked beneath the thin sheet draped over his lower half... as was his husband, whose head was bobbing slowly over Castiel's pelvis.

In his peripheral vision, Cas could see their shared blanket moving along with Dean's movements. By this point in their ten-year marriage – which felt like much longer, considering how committed they had been to each other since before Jude was born – giving each other physical pleasure had become second nature. Castiel had to admit that Dean was especially talented at catering to his erotic needs. The man knew how much the angel adored the feeling of a wet tongue curved around his hardening shaft. Dean's firm hand, tight and calloused, was gripping the base of Castiel's member while his puckered lips and flicking tongue glided sloppily up and down the length of it, coaxing blood to fill the veins and pump it to life. Oh, having Dean's perfect mouth wrapped around Cas's growing erection was such a divine experience. He loved making love to Dean...

But, unfortunately, Castiel's mind was far away.

Though his body and soul yearned to succumb to his husband's pleasureful affection, the angel found his thoughts tangled in a web of anxiety and concern. The earlier encounter he had with their son in the laundry room was at the center of his pestering storm of emotions. When Jude came in and dropped his ruined bedclothes on the floor, Castiel realized that he had never witnessed his child in such a state of displacement. The look on his face was one that Castiel couldn't find the words to describe. And the strangled sentence that Jude muttered was even more perplexing. "Clarence... he makes me feel like I'm on fire." What did that mean? Surely, that half-demon boy didn't actually set Jude on fire. It was a metaphor for something... but what?

"Mmmph."

Castiel's sight flashed down toward his own hips when he felt Dean's low hum vibrate around his shaft. The organ wasn't as hard as it needed to be; only rigid enough to form a slight curve in Dean's hand. But Dean was doing everything he could to bring Castiel to a full erection. The man's mouth, glistening with hot saliva, slipped off and he lowered his head further down to lick Castiel's scrotum. His tongue traveled all over the soft sack, coating it with wetness before taking a large portion inside his mouth. He gently sucked at the testicle pressing against the thin layer of skin, prodding it with his tongue and making chills echo up Castiel's entire body. Ah, that felt so good. Castiel blinked at Dean's emerald eyes that were staring up at him from under the sheet and he felt the urge to reach down and touch Dean's face; to encourage him to keep going with a meaningful gesture... but the sight of Dean's freckled cheeks reminded Castiel of their son. And the cycle of worried thoughts continued.

The angel sighed once more and tilted his head back to look at the ceiling again. Ever since Clarence forced his way into the bunker the night before, Jude seemed very unlike himself. He was always running off and trying to spend time by himself, as if he didn't want to talk to anyone. But why? Did Clarence make him feel uncomfortable? What if the half-demon boy made a threat to Jude? Or insulted him in some way? Castiel didn't agree with Crowley's decision to leave Clarence in the bunker. This was the Winchester's home, not a daycare center for unruly teenage demons. There was no reason for him to be here, especially if he was going to make Jude uncomfortable.

"Dean," Castiel said quietly, not wanting to disturb the sensual atmosphere of their bedroom.

"Mmm," Dean hummed back, opening his mouth to let Castiel's scrotum fall out so that he could look up with a proud smirk, "What is it, babe? Balls too sensitive tonight?"

"I don't approve of that demon-child being in the bunker," Cas stated flatly.

By the look of irritation and disgust on Dean's face, Castiel might as well have kneed him in the stomach or something. Dean let out an elongated breath, but kept a tight grip on Castiel's semi-erect member. The angel expected his husband to be upset about the seemingly pointless interruption of their intimate time, but surprisingly, Dean replied in a respectful manner.

"I don't like it either, Cas. The kid's an asshole. Emphasis on the ass," he muttered gruffly, "but he's got nowhere else to stay. As soon as Crowley finds Meg, he's out of here. Don't worry about it."

Though he wanted to obey Dean's words, Castiel found that he couldn't stop worrying about it. While Dean shifted around in the bed to grab a nearby bottle of lubricant, Cas tilted his head back on the pillow to glare upward yet again. His eyes were fixed on the gray surface above him but his mind was reeling on the memory of Jude being so distraught. Castiel wanted his son to be happy always; to smile and laugh and feel comfortable in his own home. But how could Jude do those things if a stranger was going around threatening to set him on fire?

"Jude said that Clarence made him feel like he was on fire," Castiel reminded, "What do you suppose that means?"

Dean paused to bend one of Cas's legs so that he could gain access to the angel's backside. Castiel felt one of Dean's wet fingers slide between his cheeks and start circling the ring of muscle, prodding it loose with careful precision.

"He probably did something that pissed Jude off, Cas," Dean answered, blinking up at the angel while stroking Castiel's shaft with one hand and penetrating his tight hole with the other, "Haven't you ever been so mad at someone that you felt like you could explode into a ball of fire? That's all it is. Relax, baby. It's normal for teenage boys to fight. Hell, when I was growing up, all I did was try to prove my strength... Now, would you lay your pretty head back and let me suck your dick?"

Castiel gulped and felt his heart begin to pound; half from emotion and half from the feeling of Dean's mouth returning to his erection. Dean had a very good point. Perhaps this was merely a phase that all young men went through during puberty. Jude was bound to come into contact with someone that he disliked while his hormones were adjusting to his rapid growth... Still, Castiel had scrutinized the expression on his son's face in the laundry room and there was more than just hatred harbored in his blue eyes. There was something else, too. A sort of caring undertone. And Jude's voice was so soft when he said that sentence, as if he was muttering it from the depths of his subconscious...

While Castiel pondered on these things – and Dean thrust another finger inside his ring of clenching muscle – the angel slid his hand along his own abdomen. His fingertips eventually found the tiny grove of scar tissue at the top of his stomach and traced the jagged line. Memories of Jude's birth resurfaced in Castiel's thoughts and an ache formed in his chest. Jude was such a sweet child; so innocent and loving. And Castiel did not want some rude, demonic entity with a grudge to change his son's compassionate nature.

"Dean, I don't want our son to be around that arrogant demon," Castiel blurted, unable to hold his thoughts inside.

A short, forceful huff flew from Dean's mouth.

"That's it," he grumbled under his breath.

The man suddenly crawled up to his knees and shoved Castiel's legs apart, making the angel gasp and open his eyes wider. Dean scooped both of his hands under Cas's lower back and slid him upward on the bed, putting his body closer to the headboard. And with a quick adjustment, Dean reached down to guide his own throbbing member into Castiel's hole. The sensation of Dean's solid, hot erection sliding in fast and stretching his wet entrance to maximum capacity made Cas grip the bedsheets and toss his head back.

"Ahh!" the angel gasped, shocked and aroused by his husband's unexpected entry.

Above him, Dean's smirk grew across his lovely face like wildfire. His hips began to thrust like a jack hammer, sliding in and out of Castiel's body so quickly and forcefully that the angel could barely breathe. Oh, Dean's large erection felt so amazing; reaching so far inside Cas that he could almost feel it caressing the inside of his stomach. The man's scrotum slapped against the angel's backside with every thrust, reminding him of the precious seed stored there; the same seed that he was undoubtedly going to release inside Castiel at any moment. And the mere thought of Dean ejaculating inside him made another moan escape Cas's panting mouth.

"Gnah! D – Dean!" Castiel whined in a throaty gasp.

His hands soon let go of the sheets and found their way around Dean's neck and shoulders, where his fingertips pressed into the man's moist flesh. Dean's grin shined even brighter as he lowered his head down to capture Castiel's mouth with an airy kiss. The angel briefly closed his eyes and welcomed the soft lips and wiggling tongue that greeted him, wanting to show his appreciation for the sudden euphoria of being penetrated. Castiel didn't realize how much he wanted Dean inside him until the man was already there, pounding away like an animal in rut.

"D – do I have your attention now?" Dean pulled back to pant against Cas's open lips.

"Yes," Castiel moaned, nodding feverishly as he clawed at Dean's back, "Yes, Dean! Argh! Please!"

At the begging tone of Cas's cry, Dean moved faster, thrusting into Castiel with so much force that the bed began to smack against the wall. Pleasure burst through Cas's body at the change in speed and he nearly screamed out loud. One of his hands fell away from Dean's neck and scrambled for purchase on the headboard above him, to grip it tight and brace against Dean's demanding blows. Each and every thrust felt like a rung on a ladder, taking Castiel higher and higher toward a blinding finish. Though his sweaty freckled face was contorted with pleasure, it seemed like Dean was trying his best to keep his dominant composure steady. His jade eyes stared down into Castiel's blues and he panted hard.

"T – talk to me, baby," he urged, sounding desperate, "Tell me what you need."

"Ahh," Cas groaned instantly, feeling so close to the edge, "I need – I need you, Dean! Ahh! P – Please! Faster, Dean! Harder! I - !"

The angel's sentence was interrupted by a moan that came from the depths of his own core, loud enough to ring off the walls of their bedroom and make Dean's body quiver at the sound. Castiel was lingering on the edge of ecstasy, needing just a tiny push to spill into a sea of breathtaking pleasure. And when Dean curled his bottom lip to bite on it – in that yearning way, with his white teeth clamped on that delicious pink flesh – the angel beneath him finally embraced climax.

Castiel's entire body shuddered and he shouted Dean's name as his member erupted, painting his own torso with snow white ribbons. The angel could feel it happening, but he didn't see it. His eyes were momentarily rolling back into their sockets, rendering him blind with acute pleasure. Castiel was only aware of the sensation of Dean's body; the way the man's erection massaged the soft tissue of his anus, and the tight clamp of Dean's hand made his manhood ache with lust. When his vision finally returned, the first thing Castiel saw was the brilliant green shade of Dean's eyes boring into him from above.

"Son of a bitch," the man slurred, hammering as fast as his muscles would allow, "Cas! Ahh, baby, yeah!"

In that moment, Castiel knew that Dean was releasing his seed; flooding the inside of Cas's stomach with warm ivory fluid. The angel did his best to squeeze his own muscles and help Dean along, wanting to provide him with extra pleasure. With a few strong, deliberate thrusts and a low moan, Dean collapsed on top of Castiel, panting and sweating as though he had just finished running a great distance. The angel embraced his human husband at once, wrapping both arms around his trembling body and breathing in the sweet scent of his pheromones. Dean's heart was beating like a drum against Castiel's chest, which created a melody with his own.

Only a few seconds of harsh breaths passed by before Dean's mouth found its way to Cas's. Their tongues met and swam around, tasting each other as if for the first time. In the midst of pressing lips and clashing teeth, Castiel realized that no matter how many times their mouths collided, he still found each of Dean's kisses to be just like the first; stunning, hypnotic, and a pleasantly stark reminder of how blessed Castiel truly was to have found such a righteous man...

Cas had no idea how long they lay in their bed with their mouths linked and hands running all over each others' bodies. It could have been ages, for all Cas knew. Dean eventually shifted over to rest his weakened body on the bed, giving Castiel's lungs room to breathe properly. After that, the two of them merely blinked at each other in the semi-darkness; both wearing delirious smiles and speckles of sweat and ejaculate. An exhausted yawn escaped Dean's mouth as he lazily reached up to touch the side of Castiel's wet face.

"I love you," he muttered.

Such simple words. Spoken with such profound honesty and meaning...

"I love you too," Castiel replied, losing himself inside the forest of Dean's green eyes.

A warm smile graced Dean's lovely face before he closed his eyes. His hand remained on Castiel's cheek, perched there like a protective mask.

"Stop worrying about Jude, alright?" Dean mumbled from the first stages of sleep, "I taught him seven different ways to knock someone out. He'll kick Clarence's scrawny ass if he has to."

Castiel gulped, feeling his own smile vanish. Jude? Oh, that's right. Cas had been worrying about Jude just a few minutes prior. How could he have forgotten so quickly? The orgasm Dean gave him must have been pretty powerful...

"Okay," the angel replied softly, still attempting to recall why he was worried in the first place.

Dean gave a slide nod against the pillow before yawning again.

"'Night, baby," he breathed, "Wake me up when the birds start singing."

Castiel smiled at his tired husband, silently enjoying how handsome he looked with his cheeks flush from strenuous intercourse.

"Of course," he agreed, "Goodnight, Dean."


Sam's morning started the same way it always did: with the sight of his golden archangel next to him in their pile of messy sheets. Sometimes, Sam found stray candy wrappers littered around his head – a sign that Gabe had gotten bored through the night and decided to eat his weight in sweets. But today, Gabriel was sitting up with his back against the headboard, holding Sam's phone in his hands and staring at the screen with his lips curled into a tight line. His thumbs were moving rapidly, like he was trying to squish invisible bugs. It was the exact same position Gabe had been sitting in when they went to bed. Did the guy move at all through the night?

Gabriel was always the first one to say 'good morning' because he usually waited on Sam to wake up, given that he himself never slept. But that wasn't the case today. Gabe barely even noticed when Sam reached over to touch his warm thigh under the sheet.

"Morning," Sam muttered, hoping to get his attention.

Gabe finally looked away from the phone to blink down at Sam in surprise.

"M – Morning? It's morning already?" the archangel breathed, his expression full of disbelief, "Geez, time really flies when you're crushing candy..."

Suddenly, everything made perfect sense. No wonder Gabe didn't move all night. He had gotten sucked into the Candy Crush game on Sam's phone. Sam only smiled and shook his head before tossing the sheets back to sit up and rub his eyes. He was expecting Dickie to dash over and try to run up his leg, but the dog was nowhere to be seen. Huh. Did he decide to spend the night in Jessie's room or something? The idea made Sam proud. Jess needed the extra protection as long as that demon kid was in the bunker... Gabriel crawled over and flung himself on Sam's shoulders like a small child, tossing both arms around Sam's neck to hug him from behind.

"I'm so sorry, moosie. I didn't mean to forget about you this morning," he hummed, using his 'extra sweet' tone of voice, "How about I start a pot of coffee for you in the kitchen to make up for it, eh?"

"Hmph," Sam scoffed, looking at Gabe's face close up, "The last time you offered to make me coffee, it ended up being hot cocoa instead."

A tiny smirk of mischief appeared on Gabe's lips.

"Yeah? So?" he prompted.

"So hot cocoa doesn't have any caffeine. And I need caffeine. Especially if we have to deal with a house full of hormonal teenagers," Sam sighed.

"You make a fair point, dear husband," Gabe allowed with a sage nod, "Alright, real coffee it is. I'll fly to Columbia and get fresh grounds myself. Wanna meet in the kitchen in ten?"

"Sounds good," Sam agreed.

Gabriel leaned further over Sam's shoulder to deliver a kiss to his mouth – a really long, drawn out kiss that probably would have been banned from cable television – before whispering "Love you, kid," and disappearing from the bed. The breeze from Gabe's wings ruffled the sheet and some of Sam's messy hair, which gave him a chill. Ah, Gabe. Always so cheery and hilarious, even in the morning. Sam loved him so much...

After tossing on his clothes for the day, Sam exited his and Gabe's bedroom in search of the rest of his family. Usually, Sam was the first one awake; other than Gabe and Cas, of course. But it was about nine-thirty now, so others were bound to be up. He started off by checking on Jess and Jude, who were both awake and talking in Jessica's. Sam couldn't help but cringe when he heard the last few sentences of their conversation.

" - and they were all so pretty, but I decided to go with this one," Jess beamed, holding up her new dress for Jude to see, "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah," Jude agreed, reaching out to touch the slinky rainbow fabric, "Ollie's gonna like it a lot."

Sam felt his hands grow numb at his side as he stood in the doorway of his daughter's bedroom. Ollie? Oh no, he almost forgot. Jessica was going to be going to a dance with Ollie. She was going to be alone with Ollie. Ugh, that was the last thing he wanted to think about!

"Hey, guys," Sam blurted.

His daughter and nephew both turned to look at him, keeping the smiles.

"Hey, Dad," Jess replied, "What's up?"

For a second, Sam didn't know what to say. He didn't want Jess to know that he interrupted her conversation just because she was talking about Oliver – even though that was the only reason he said anything – so he had to think fast.

"Uh... Have you guys seen Dickie?" he asked.

Jessica and Jude looked at each other and glanced along the floor before shaking their heads and shrugging.

"I haven't seen him since yesterday," Jude admitted.

"Me either," Jess agreed, "Isn't he with Papa?"

"No, but I'm sure he's okay," Sam promised, able to see the concern building in his daughter's eyes, "I'll see you guys at breakfast."

Jess and Jude waved Sam off as he slowly backed out of the doorway and headed down the hall. Sam was actually starting to feel a little worried about Gabe's dog. Where did Dickie go? He had to still be in the bunker, right? Oh God, what if he sneaked out to go meet Crowley's hellhound somewhere? The last thing any of them needed was another litter of mutant puppies...

Instead of heading straight for the kitchen, Sam decided to wander around and call for Dickie. Part of him was fearful that something bad had happened to the poor dog. What if he got stuck somewhere? What if he tried to hump a high voltage fence? What if that demon-kid Clarence did something mean to him?

"Dickie," Sam shouted, his voice echoing down the bunker corridors, "Here, boy."

To Sam's great relief, a tiny bark echoed back to him. It was coming from one of the storage rooms far down one of the distant wings of the bunker. Sam jogged to the nearest door, which was already open, and peered inside to see the brown and white Jack Russell Terrier standing by a desk. Dickie was smiling with his tongue hanging out and his tail was wagging in a blur – but he was standing on a pile of nude magazines and condoms.

Sam blinked down at the R-rated mess on the floor in shock. Where the hell did Dickie find all those dirty magazines? And why were there so many condoms? As far as Sam knew, none of the adults in the bunker actually used condoms. It couldn't have belonged to any of them. So, what were they doing here? Surely, Dickie wouldn't have been able to carry them all in from outside. Someone would have seen them in his mouth. When Sam knelt down to investigate the mess, he noticed an unzipped black bag on the floor. The magazines and condoms must have fallen out of the bag, but where did the bag come from? Sam's first suspect was Clarence. That guy had a lot of problems and porn addiction could have been one of them, for all Sam knew. But Sam didn't remember seeing Clarence with this bag when he came into the bunker. Did Dickie steal it from a stranger? … or was there someone else to blame?

This was obviously a case that needed to be brought to Dean's attention. Not only was Dean better at pressing people for information than Sam was, but he was also better suited with porn in general. There probably wasn't a single nude magazine that Dean hadn't flipped through – before being with Cas, that is. If anyone could find out who this stuff belonged to, it was Dean.

"Come on, horndog," Sam muttered to Dickie as he slid all the stuff back into the black bag.

Dickie's tail paused and he whimpered a little, as if he was really sad that Sam was getting rid of his new play things. But he followed Sam down the bunker hall like a good dog. On the way to the kitchen, Sam cautiously eyed the bag in his hand as if it was a defused bomb. What if one of the kids found this before Sam did? Ugh, that would have been awful. Jessica would have been so embarrassed. Jude would have been so confused. It would have made everyone really uncomfortable.

Inside the kitchen, Dean was already standing at the stove, cooking his 'world-famous french toast,' as Jessie called it. There was a pleasant smile on his face and a spring in his step, like he was walking on sunshine today. The guy must have had a pretty good night...

"Mornin', Sammy," Dean sang, tossing him a grin over his shoulder.

Since they were the only two people in the kitchen, Sam knew he had to quickly explain the situation before someone else came in.

"Dean, I found this bag in one of the storage rooms," he said, walking up to open it and display the contents, "It's full of porn and condoms. Is it yours? Or do you think Clarence brought it in?"

The delightful smile on Dean's face dimmed considerably when he turned to see the bag. It was almost like he had seen this bag before because he didn't look very surprised by the dirty things inside. In fact, he seemed more disappointed than anything.

"No," Dean mumbled, putting down the spatula he was holding so that he could take the bag, "It's... It's Jude's..."

"What?" Sam breathed.

Jude? Sam's innocent nephew who was still into superheros and bumble bees? No way! He was too young and innocent to have a porn stash! Dean must have seen the shock on Sam's face because his own expression softened.

"I saw him carry it in when we got back from the Halloween party," Dean explained, his voice tainted with somberness, "I figured it had porn in it, but I didn't know about the condoms. Ten bucks says Oliver gave it to him."

Alarm bells suddenly started ringing in Sam's mind. Oliver?! Oliver gave porn to Jude?! But, Oliver was supposed to take Jessica to a dance! What exactly was that red-head punk planning to do with Sam's daughter if he had a bunch of condoms?! With a furious breath, Sam opened his mouth to speak, but a breeze in the kitchen interrupted him. The heavenly aroma of coffee hit Sam like a Mac truck and he spun around to see Gabriel holding up a sack of genuine Colombian-grown coffee beans.

"Hola, amigos," Gabriel hummed, still cheery from before, "I got the caffeinated good stuff, as promised. Did you want me to grind them up or do you guys want to do the honors?"

Though Sam was momentarily distracted by the strong scent of his second favorite smell – the first being Gabe's cotton candy aroma, of course – it wasn't enough to drive away the horror and outrage he felt from learning about the connection Oliver shared with the black bag.

"Family meeting," Sam blurted, trying to get his brain to process his thoughts into coherent words, "We need to have a family meeting. Right now."

"Uh, actually, I think I should talk to Jude in private about this," Dean muttered, looking a little defiant.

"No," Sam pleaded, shaking his head, "We should all do it together. Dean, this is a perfect opportunity for us to talk to Jude and Jessica about safe sex. And why they should wait until they're at least thirty-years-old to have it."

"Thirty?" Dean asked, scrunching his nose.

"You know what I mean," Sam groaned, pausing to huff a breath of frustration, "Look, I don't want Jessica going to that dance with Oliver until she knows the facts. Come on, Dean, I need you to back me up on this one. Do you want to wake up tomorrow and find out that you're a grandpa?"

The idea of being given such an 'elderly' title must have triggered Sam's desired reaction out of Dean, because his green eyes widened and his face turned pale.

"... Fine," Dean eventually agreed, "Call 'em in."

Sam took a deep breath and turned around to get to the hall. On the way, Gabriel dashed over to join him and tug on his arm.

"What in the world is going on, Samsquatch? Did I miss something?" he asked.

"Yeah. Oliver gave Jude a bag of porn and condoms. That's the same kid who's going to be taking our daughter to a dance, by the way," Sam hissed, before turning toward the hall and yelling, "Jude! Jess! Cas! Family meeting in the kitchen!"

Beside Sam, Gabe rolled his honey eyes and turned to walk back into the kitchen with the sack of fresh coffee beans.

"They're fifteen, Sam. Don't be such a drama-moose," the archangel accused under his breath.

Sam ignored his husband's snide comment. It didn't take long for the Winchesters to gather in the same room. Cas flew into the kitchen as soon as Sam called for him, looking worried. Dean didn't have time to explain what was going on because the kids showed up right after him. By the time Jude and Jessica walked in together, Sam and Dean were both standing at the stove with their arms crossed, both equally nervous about how they were going to approach this awkward subject. Jude and Jess must have noticed the serious atmosphere of the kitchen because their smiles dimmed when they came inside to see their fathers.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Cas asked, leaning toward the other adults in the room.

"Yeah, what the hell is everybody yelling about?"

Everyone in the kitchen turned to look at the doorway, where Clarence came wandering inside. His hair was wet and he was wearing a different shirt – faded and black this time, with a few holes in the front – but his ripped jeans were the same. Though his name was never called, Clarence was acting like he was part of the Winchesters' meeting. Sam ignored the guy, but Cas kept a suspicious eye on him from the stove. As did Jude, who seemed unwilling to turn back around to face his parents. Clarence scratched the back of his wet head as he glanced at the Winchesters huddled in front of him.

"Where's the fire?" he complained, "I was in the middle of a damn good shower, you know."

"Well, we didn't call for you," Dean pointed out, "This is family only. Take a hike."

"Nah," Clarence denied, casually waltzing in to perch himself at the island, "Hikes are stupid. I'd rather watch a live version of Full House any day."

Though the kid was clearly trying to ruffle Dean's feathers, Dean had enough control over himself to let it go. He turned his attention to Jude and Jessica instead, who were both standing next to each other near the island.

"What happened?" Jess asked quietly.

Instead of speaking, Dean lifted the black bag from the floor and placed it on the island. The moment it sank down on the flat surface, Jude's entire face drained of color. The kid might as well have seen a ghost float by. The look of pure terror on his freckled face was enough to confirm Dean's assumption. The bag really did belong to Jude. His huge eyes moved from the bag to his parents, and he suddenly looked like a frightened mouse in a den of lions. Dean nodded toward the black fabric, but his expression wasn't angry in the least. In fact, he looked more like a worried mother.

"Do you know what's in this bag?" he asked gently.

At first, it seemed like Jude couldn't answer. His mouth was open but no words were coming out. Beside him, Jessica looked absolutely lost.

"No," she admitted, "Why? Is it important?"

None of the adults answered her. They were too busy probing Jude with their eyes, trying to urge him to confess. While they waited, Clarence reached over to open the bag in front of everyone. The half-demon grinned and giggled like a child when he pulled out one of the magazines, and the sight of the naked body on the cover made Jude's pale white face turn blood red in an instant. Beside him, Jessie blushed too and nearly gasped out loud.

"'Lusty Latinos?'" Clarence read from the front page, "I'd rather have a pale brunette, but whatever floats your boat. Who's bathroom readers are these? Archangel-guy? Are they yours?"

"Nope," Gabriel said instantly, "I'm on a strict diet of moose meat only."

Clarence gave Gabe a weird look, but Sam felt slightly embarrassed. Did Gabe have to say things like that in front of their daughter? Dean dropped his calm composure long enough to walk over, rip the dirty magazine from Clarence's hand, and toss it back in the bag. He held the whole thing up afterward and directed his eyes on his son.

"Jude," Dean began in the softest voice possible, "You told me this bag was full of stuff that you left at Oliver's house..."

"I know," Jude squeaked, his voice raspy and high, "I'm sorry I lied, Dad... But that stuff isn't mine. I swear. O – Ollie said his dad gave him that stuff and he didn't want his mom to find it, so he – he asked me to keep it in the bunker until he went back to his dad's next week. I promise."

That may have sounded like a very pathetic excuse to anyone else, but Sam – and the rest of the Winchester adults – knew exactly what type of man Eddie Thompson was. There was no doubt that Jude was telling the truth. Oliver's dad was the type of guy who would hand his son inappropriate things without a second thought. For Sam, Jude's answer dimmed the rage in his chest. It sounded like Oliver truly didn't want to keep that stuff at his house, which was good. That meant he didn't want to use it. Not even at dances with pretty girls... Next to Sam, Dean lowered the bag and gave his son a very relieved look.

"Then why didn't you just tell me that, buddy?" he asked.

"Because," Jude started with a shaky voice as he fidgeted with his fingers, "I thought you'd be mad at me."

If it was possible, Dean's eyes turned even softer.

"Jude, you don't ever have to hide anything from me, okay? No matter how bad it looks. I'm your dad, which means I'm here to help you. I'll never be mad at you for telling the truth," Dean stated.

There was a moment of silence in which Dean and Jude shared a loving, father-son type of stare; one that Sam always wished he could have with John. Off to the side, Clarence swooned dramatically, tilting his head of stringy blonde hair with a smile.

"Aww," he hummed, batting his eyelashes over his blood-shot eyes, "You're the best dad ever, Mr. Tanner. Does DJ get to keep her nude mags after all?"

Dean gave Clarence a stern look for interrupting their conversation with stupid Full House references, but it didn't distract him from the situation at hand. He pulled one of the condoms out of the bag and tossed it on the table for Jude and Jessica to see.

"Do you guys know what that is?" he asked.

Jessica reached out to pick it up – which made Sam and Gabriel equally uncomfortable, because they shared a private wince with each other – and narrowed her eyes at the label.

"It says 'lubricated latex condom,'" she read, scrunching her nose and looking back up, "What does that mean?"

"Seriously?" Clarence burst out.

Everyone looked toward the blonde guy at the edge of the island, who had jumped up from his seat. His mouth was open and smiling at the corners, as if he found Jessica's question amusingly absurd. Sam locked his focus on Clarence, waiting for the kid to do something out of line toward his daughter so that he could put him in his place.

"You two don't know what a condom is?" Clarence asked, reaching over to yank the square packet from between Jessie's fingers, "You really are a couple of cherries, aren't you? Condoms go on your dick, so that you don't get someone pregnant when you -"

"Hey," Dean interrupted, shooting Clarence a foul look, "Keep your ass out of this. I'm not kidding."

"Neither am I. Everybody needs to know about this," Clarence blatantly argued, turning back to Jess and Jude, "Look, guys, whenever you have sex, you need to use a condom, okay? Always wrap your willy, because there are some really gross diseases out there. Unless you're trying to make babies, you should never dive between someone's legs without one."

"That's... actually a good point," Gabriel noted with a shrug.

"The kid still needs to shut up," Dean growled, "This is our house. Not his."

"What, you think I don't know about this shit?" Clarence barked.

The tone of the kitchen seemed to change. Suddenly, Dean and Clarence were staring each other down like a couple of dogs about to fight for dominance. Sam could see some kind of genuine emotion slowly growing in Clarence's sunken eyes. He was done being funny. Now, he meant every word he was saying. Beyond him, Jude was holding his fingers to his mouth and glancing nervously back and forth between his dad and the blonde guy across the island.

"You think what I say doesn't matter just because I'm not part of this 'house'? Or because I'm just seventeen?" Clarence said, his voice low and serious, "You couldn't even imagine some of the things I've done, man. Yeah, I know a lot about sex. Because when you're a kid on the street in the dead of winter, you'll do anything to get a hot meal and a warm place to stay... Anything," he breathed, his voice hollow and his eyes piercing.

Chills raced across Sam's body. Anything? A million different scenarios involving a desperate child and an manipulative adult seemed to flash through Sam's mind. And every single one made him feel sick...

"Not all of us were lucky enough to have a nice little family like yours, okay?" Clarence went on bitterly, "Some of us had to do sketchy shit just to stay alive. And when you're nine-years-old and all alone, you learn fast. Otherwise, you end up dead. So don't try to shut me up just because you think I'm young and stupid. I've lived through a lot of shit, pal. I know what the hell I'm talking about."

Sam gulped and had to rip his eyes away from Clarence. The unforgiving tone of the kid's voice was hard to hear, but his jaded expression was even harder to look at. Sam's stomach ached with overwhelming pity. Wow. It sounded like poor Clarence had an even harder time growing up than Sam and Dean did. At least they had each other to lean on, and they usually always had a place to sleep. While Clarence was alone. And the guy was right. Sam couldn't imagine what it would have been like to do some of the things he probably did...

The kitchen was silent for a minute or so. It seemed like Dean was feeling the same way Sam was because he didn't say anything. He just stood there and blinked at the blonde kid in front of him. Clarence eventually took a step back and a hint of surprise clouded over his expression, as if he couldn't believe he said all those things out loud. The guy slowly turned around to face Jude and Jessica again, who were both staring at him with woeful eyes. Clarence gently slapped the condom on the island and slid it in front of Jude.

"Stay a virgin as long as you can," he uttered, his sight fixed on Jude alone, "Once that innocence is gone, it won't come back."

After his ominous proverb, Clarence lifted his hand away and swept passed the island, heading for the hallway with his head down. Every single person in the room watched him go, feeling the weight of regret and sympathy pulling at their hearts.

(Author's Note: Poor Clare. He's been through a lot. :( I know his stance on 'innocence' seems to be going back and forth, because he made fun of Jude for being innocent in the last chapter and now he's telling him to hold onto it for as long as possible. But I think the topic really triggers his anxiety because of what he's been through, so his small speech at the end of this chapter is his honest opinion. (Thanks for coaxing that out of him, Dean.) :) Speaking of Dean, he really gives the best blow jobs, doesn't he? ;D I hope the smut at the beginning wasn't too startling. I haven't written a complete smut scene from Castiel's POV since 'Purpose.' Needless to say, it was long overdue. Lol. :D So, yeah. Gabe loves Candy Crush. Dickie is a snitch. And thanks to Clarence's bluntness, Jude and Jessica are up-to-date on safe sex. XD I hope you guys liked the chapter! Thank you so much for reading and commenting on this story! Seriously, you guys make my week much easier to live through. ;) The next chapter will be out soon! :)

Classica E Centric, Hey there, love! :D Oh, Clarence is definitely not trying to steal Jessie away from Ollie. He just 'flirts' with her to get on Sam's nerves. Clare and Jess are actually going to be good platonic buddies. There's a different Winchester that Clarence has his eyes on, of course. Fire will be involved. Lol. ;D I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far! Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you liked this week's smutty chapter! ;D

Banana Theft, Lol! Yeah, Gabe. You keep your candy-coated butt out of this conversation! XD Oh, Clarence really is a terrible lil shit.. but we love him for it. (Jude: *blushes* "No I don't!" Me: "Hush, little man. You'll change your mind.") ;D Yes! Jessie will be the prettiest (and tallest) girl at the whole dance! :) And Clare definitely makes Jude feel like he's on fire. *all implications are correct* XD I really hope you enjoyed seeing Cas struggle with worry in this new chapter. Dean helped him get rid of it, of course *cue the eyebrows* which is good because angels probably aren't the best at figuring out feelings. (Dean: "Babe? You still worried about Jude?" Cas: *too high from orgasm to think properly* Dean: "Mission accomplished.") ;D Awww, thank you so much for allowing me to entertain you every week, sweetheart! I'm just glad to be of service! :D Thank you for reading and commenting! And I hope you enjoyed this week's smutty, crazy chapter as well. ;)

Ashley Allen 46, Yes, darlin! You were absolutely right! 50 points to you! :D Awww, I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying the story so far! I promise more fluff, smiles, and smut are on the way. Lol. :D I hope you have as much fun as possible during your family holiday, sweetheart! Take time to relax and recharge your batteries. ;) Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope to hear from you when you get back! :)

Jawn Lennon Aid, Lol! Aww, That's so sweet! I'm so glad you love where this story is headed, darlin. :D You know me, always willing to entertain. (Like a circus monkey, only instead of me dancing around, I make Dean and Cas dance around. Naked. Lol!) XD Oh, I try to write as often as I can because I love it so much. Luckily, I have a job that allows me certain times throughout the day to actually sit down and focus. (Thank you Chuck!) :) There is definitely (another) father/son talk brewing in this story. More than one, actually. And from different parents. ;D Hey, I hope you share some of that "medicine" with me! *holds out hand* ;D Thank you so much for reading and commenting, love! Talk to you soon! :)

keelylewis1130, Oh, no worries, darlin! You can trust your nose on this one, 'cause you are definitely smelling some Jude x Clare. ;D He makes him feel like he's on fire, after all. Even Cas can't ignore that kind of subtext. ;) I really hope you like where this story is going, love! Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I hope you enjoyed this week's smutty chapter as well. ;)

gothichic, Hey there, my dear lovely friend! *big hugs* Oh, I don't know if my chapters are always that good, but as long as you like them, I'm completely content! :D Thank you so much for putting this smile on my face! :) yeah, for the time being, Jessie is the only one who is actually comfortable around Clare. Of course, she's 'known' him for a while, so he doesn't intimidate her. (Not many people intimidate Jessica Winchester. That's for sure. Lol) :) Haha! You're right, we both know that "Someone" is responsible for getting Clare all fixed up. Though, at this point, I think everyone else knows it too. Even Papa Cas. Lol. :) I'm so glad that Sam throwing the salt shaker made you laugh! I knew he was eventually gonna do something to stop Clare from saying flirty things to his baby girl. :D I don't think Clare was expecting to hear about the biological, same-sex dads either. But "Clare-bear" will definitely be a very sweet nickname for him later. ;D Lol! I'm so glad that you liked the line Clare said about Jude, Cas, and Dean bending over so that he could compare their asses. XD (Between you and me, I think he was using that as an excuse just to see Jude's butt in tight jeans. And to piss Dean off at the same time. Lol) ;) Oh yes, Clare and Rowena will eventually get along a lot better than right now. Clarence has some stuff to work through first. He's her wee lamb, after all. Lol. ;) haha! I'm so glad you liked Rowena's lil story about James Dean! :D I'm pretty sure that Jane thinks Rowena is secretly part of the Addam's Family or something, but she doesn't judge. XD I love Jane too! You're right; she probably sneaks clothes to Jessie that her Dad would not approve of. But that's her girl, so she's gotta do it. ;D Yeah, Sam and Jessica are going to have a very sweet father/daughter talk in this part to clear things up. :) Poor Jude just doesn't know what to do about that bag, does he? I imagine that he's sort of like Cas when it comes to sex stuff; always so uncomfortable and confused about it. (Maybe he just needs someone to help him get used to it?) ;) – this has nothing to do with the review, but I'm listening to the radio right now and "Hey Jude" just came on! I've got chills! :0 – Where was I? Oh yes, nude magazines! XD Listen to your aunt gothichic, Jude. She's right. One day, you won't even be concerned with naked ladies. ;D I'm really glad that you enjoyed Jude and Clarence's interaction in Jude's bedroom. Tensions are definitely flaring – just like fire. ;) To be honest, I couldn't wait for Clare to call Jude "Jaybird," so I went ahead and sneaked it into chapter three. I hope it wasn't too soon. Lol. :D No, Clare wasn't actually going to go through Jessie's panties, he was just trying to get Jude all riled up. Which worked. Lol. I think he certainly likes digging around in Jude's bloomers. (Dean and Cas would kill him if they saw that though. Lol) Yeah, Clarence finally got what he wanted; to see Jude burst out of his shell. Jude doesn't understand why he feels like he's on fire right now, but he will figure it out by the end of the story for sure. ;) Darlin, I'm so glad that you approve of this story so far! I really hope that you enjoyed the newest smutty chapter too, and of course the Clarence stuff at the end. ;) Thank you soooo much for reading and commenting, and for sharing your amazing ideas with me! You're the best! *hugs* love ya, darlin! Talk to you soon! :)

Deanstiel's Daughter, Aww, I'm so glad you liked chapter three, darlin! :D Yeah, Sammy will eventually come around. Some stuff is gonna happen first, but he'll finally be able to get it out. ;) Aw, I'm sure that Dean would feel the same way with his daughter. The Winchesters have seen almost every woman in their lives die, so naturally they would be scared for their own daughters. ;) Haha, I'm glad to hear that you're (maybe) starting to ship Jude and Clarence, because you're absolutely right; Clare is one of those characters that starts off as a terrible, annoying, jerk that you just want to strangle.. but after some digging, you find out he's just a scared, lonely little boy that desperately needs love and attention. Some similar characters that spring to mind are Tony Stark (Marvel), Draco Malfoy (Harry Potter), and Mr. Gold/Rumpelstiltskin (Once Upon A Time). Which is why I love him so much. :) (And Jude will too.) ;) Oh darlin, there is no doubt that you are a true Winchester. You remind me of Dean just from your comments alone. (Perhaps Chuck will send you a Cas soon? Lol) ;) Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, darlin! I hope you enjoyed this week's smutty chapter as well! :)

Pups3942, Oh yes, Sammy definitely needs to loosen up on the protectiveness over his little bunny. And he will. It'll just take time – and something to happen – and then we'll get to that heart-to-heart that's desperately needed. ;) Jessie doesn't strike me as the rebellious type, but her Papa is the trickster after all. I wouldn't count it out. ;D Haha! I'm so glad you enjoyed Jude's inner monologue when he was trying to talk himself into looking at porn. XD I figured that Cas would act similarly, if given the chance. ;) Oooh yes. Jude will be feeling a lot more than fire soon. ;D And yes! I really loved your Loki doodle! (I sent you a reply, but I guess it didn't go through.) :( It basically said that I also saw Thor: Ragnarok, which was amazing in every way – I'm still laughing about how Loki said he required 'safe passage through the Anus' XD – and that I really adored all your artwork! :D I really hope that you enjoyed the steamy Destiel smut at the beginning of the chapter, darling. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! Have a great weekend! :)