The next few weeks were boring, to say the least. Dean and Sam went to school, they came back, they did their homework, ate dinner as a family, chill, go to bed, repeat.
Dean was loving it.
He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop, but man the wait was sweet! He had a cell phone, two private pools, a gaming system, three meals a day and the heat hadn't gone out once. Hell, if Steve and Tony did start hitting him soon he wouldn't even mind.
Dean was even enjoying his therapy sessions. Not that he took them seriously, no he was having the best time fucking over the sweet young therapist they assigned him too.
"Are you sleeping well since you moved?" Dr Miranda asked him one day.
"I'd sleep a whole lot better after making sweet love to you, beautiful." He'd responded with. She sputtered and started lecturing him about chivalry while he smirked.
"You know I'd listen a lot better if you would unbutton your blouse there sweetheart. Or should I say sweet melons?"
That prompted the end of the session.
It also prompted a lecture from Steve and Tony.
'You need to treat women with respect, how would you like it-, blah blah blah.'
The fact was, that was how Dean got physiatrists off his back. Hit on them until they got uncomfortable. It had nothing to do with respect. Not that he'd tell Steve and Tony that.
The next session Dean walked in and she was wearing a turtleneck sweater and started by asking him about his relationship with his mother.
"Why? Wanna see what you're competing with? Don't worry baby cakes, you're plenty hot enough to go down on me." Was the reply. She recommended seeing a different therapist.
"I don't understand why you're doing this Dean." Steve told him as they were driving back from the clinic.
Dean shrugged. "If you were into women you would realize that she was hot."
"For your information both Tony and I are bisexual, but I would still never treat a lady that way!"
Dean scoffed as he stared out the window. "And that's why you probably never got laid. You're lucky you're hot otherwise you would've had trouble getting Tony willing to bone. He probably only saw your fine ass when you walked up to him anyways."
Steve stopped the car.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Speculating on your sex life. Are you the bottom or is he? I could easily see both ways. Oh! That's it isn't it! You switch!" Dean was laughing as Steve's face grew redder and redder.
"You're grounded." Steve started driving again, ignoring Dean.
"Aww, is someone a prude? If I were you I'd sell fucking tickets! Ha, fucking tickets, get it?" Dean knew he was poking the bear, but god it was fun. He missed doing drills, fighting, killing monsters! Don't get him wrong, not fearing for his life was great, but man life was boring without it.
"Dean, that's extremely inappropriate. Stop." Steve managed to say out of clenched teeth.
"Extremely inappropriate? Nah, extremely inappropriate is my saying that you'd look absolutely delicious tied up to your bed with your ass in the air-"
"Enough."
Dean paused.
"You say one more word I'll make sure you're on bathroom duty for a month." Steve spat out.
The teen eyed the man. Planning his next move very carefully.
"How about you spank me instead?"
The car stopped.
"Out."
Dean realized they were in front of the house. He unbuckled his seatbelt and started to climb out.
"Go to your room and do not leave until Tony or I say so." Steve called out.
Steve took a long, bracing breath.
What the hell?
"He said what?" Tony squeaked, his work completely abandoned.
"Yeah! Then I warned him he'd get bathroom duty for a month and he asked if I could spank him instead! What the hell right?!" Steve ran his hands through his hair so many times it looked like a disaster. The man was pacing in Tony's workshop, trying to calm down.
Tony sat back against his chair. "Huh."
"Huh? That's all you can say?"
"Hear me out. What if he's doing this on purpose?" Tony proposed.
Steve froze. "What?"
"He asked you to spank him. This could be his way of getting us to hit him. Make you angry enough, put the idea in your head, and…" The engineer trailed off.
Steve sighed and fell into a chair opposite his husband. "He's been waiting for us to hit him. Hasn't he? This entire time."
"Or he could be trying to tell us he's gay. I mean either one."