Chapter Ten

Dean frowned as he put down his magazine.

What the hell is that?

Dean looked around the motel room, trying to place the sound. They had brought Sam home that morning, and Bobby was out grabbing them some lunch while Sam slept. Dean straightened in his chair as he heard it again. He looked over towards Sam's bed, watching the kid turning under his blankets and whimpering.

He's whimpering?!

Dean dropped his magazine and jumped to his feet to rush over to Sam's bed. Sam suddenly moaned, deep and long, and Dean knew that moan could only mean one thing.

Dean scrunched his face up in disgust. Oh, God…Oh, not this…Ugh…

Dean sat back down on his chair, placing his face in his hands. Oh, I don't want to deal with this…

Sam gave another throaty moan as he squirmed on the bed. Dean shuddered and picked up his jacket, flinging it towards Sam.

"Hey!" Dean called as the jacket landed on Sam. Sam jumped and bolted up onto his elbows. "Rise and shine, Sammy!"

Thank God, thought Dean as he picked up his magazine. He glanced up to see Sam leaning on his elbow on the bed, a look of worry on his face. "What is it, Sam?" Sam looked at the bed. "Sammy?"

"It's…" began Sam, face reddening. "It's my…"

Dean flashed back to that moan Sam made, and he looked down at Sam's crotch briefly and back up at his face, eyes widening. "Oh…" At Dean's reaction, Sam's eyes widened, and he began breathing faster. "Hey, hey, it's okay. It's normal, Sam. It happens to every guy. It's perfectly normal. You just don't want it happening in public."

Sam frowned. "Why not?"

Dean opened his mouth, not sure how to go on. He exhaled, frowning, and he groaned. "Oh, I was hoping not to have this conversation."

"What conversation?"

"The conversation a guy gets when he reaches a certain age."

"Well, you've already been through it once, right? So, just…do what you did last time. Unless…it was Dad who did it."

"Oh, no. It definitely wasn't Dad." Dean chuckled. "The most awkward conversation of my life."

"Well…just hurry and get it over with…like ripping off a band aid."

"Yeah, well, this is gonna be like ripping staples outta your nads," Dean mumbled. He sighed. "Go easy on me, okay? It was hard enough the first time around, but now that you're all grown up…physically…this isn't something adults usually talk about."

Sam nodded. "Okay. Just go at your own pace."

Dean nodded, working through his words. "You see…when a guy likes a girl…he feels a certain way, and…" He rolled his eyes. "Well…when two people like each other…they become…intimate. It's, uh…it's called sex. It's when—"

"You don't have to tell me about sex."

Dean stared at him. "I don't?"

Sam blushed. "I kind of already caught the visual."

Dean nodded. "Your dream."

"Yeah. Believe me, I know what sex is."

"Oh, thank God. Well…when a guy feels…like that…" Dean then pointed at Sam's waist, "that happens."

"Oh," said Sam, squirming on the bed.

"We good?" asked Dean.

"No," said Sam, blushing. "How do you…make it go away?"

Dean closed his eyes. "Oh, God."

Dean jolted on the bed as a knock came at the door.

"Just a minute, Bobby!" Dean called. He rushed over to the bathroom door. "Don't worry, Sammy. I'll make sure he can't hear anything." Dean turned the television on, turning up the volume. He hurried to the door and let Bobby in.

"What's going on?" asked Bobby as he wheeled into the room.

"What do you mean?" asked Dean as he closed the door.

"You're watching Sesame Street."

Dean turned to see Big Bird playing with a few kids on the screen. Dean turned back to Bobby. "Yeah, Sammy needed some cheering up, so I was picking up his toys." He took on a voice like the Dracula shapeshifter they killed a year ago. "One toy, two toys, bwa-ha-ha!" Bobby gave him a knowing look. "Okay, I was just flipping through the channels when you knocked."

"That's more like it," said Bobby. He grabbed the bags of food from on top of his legs and held them out to Dean. "Where is—"

"Taking a leak," Dean answered hastily, setting the food on the table.

Bobby narrowed his eyes. "Alright, what is he really doing?"

"Bobby, he really is taking a leak," said Dean. The bathroom door opened, and Sam emerged, wiping the remaining water on his hands onto his pants. "See?"

"Alright, go get some plates," Bobby told Dean as he wheeled to the table.

"Sam, come get some silverware," said Dean as he headed into the small kitchen. Sam followed him to the cabinets. Dean looked back to make sure Bobby was preoccupied, and he lowered his voice. "Feel better?"

Sam nodded. "Thanks for the tip."

"No problem," said Dean, grabbing some plates. "But we never speak of this again, agreed?"

"Agreed," said Sam, grabbing some forks and knives.

They headed back to the table, putting the plates on it. As they sat to eat, Sam looked up at Dean.

"I'm ten," Sam stated.

"You are?" asked Dean. Sam nodded. "How?"

"Well, I turned nine after our talk at the hospital, and then ten after, you know…this morning."

"What happened this morning?" asked Bobby.

"Oh, had a dream, remembered something," Dean told him.

"Well, you're moving along fast," said Bobby.

"Well," said Sam, looking up at Dean, "I'm learning."

"Hell, yeah," said Dean as they dug in.

Sorry it's so short, but I'm having trouble getting this story done.