Fuck fuck FUCK. What did he just do. Steve was gonna-

Shit.

Dean was pacing in his room, trying to calm the fuck down. He wasn't trying to get beat, he just needed some stimulation and Steve was just so funny! Goddamnit! He always fucks everything up! Steve was gonna beat Dean, then Sam would say something to Mr Wilson again and then they'd have to leave again! All because he couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut.

Dean sat on his bed, bracing his head in his hands as he tried to breathe.

There was a knock at the door.

"Dean? Can we talk to you?" Fuck it's Steve.

Dean jumped up, fighting with himself on whether to open the door or not.

"Dean we know you're in there. Come on, open the door." Tony? Why was he here?

Despite every instinct screaming to keep that door shut, the teen cracked it open to see Steve and Tony right outside.

"Hey champ. Can we come in?" Tony asked. Dean hesitated, and apparently Tony noticed. "Or we could talk somewhere else. How about we go to Steve's office?" He suggested. Dean nodded and slipped out of his room, following the men down the hall.

Every step felt heavier and heavier, as if he was trying make himself a part of the earth. As Steve closed the door behind him, he pictured a prison cell slamming shut.

"Dean, have a seat." Steve gestured to the chairs Tony had rearranged to be in a circle of the room.

Head hung, Dean did as he was told.

"Okay sport. What's this about?" Tony asked. The tone of his voice instantly made Dean want to burst into tears. Instead he crossed his arms and leaned back, slouching in his chair.

"What's what about?" He snarked. God why was he doing this?!

"This." Tony made a vague gesture to Dean. "All of this...stupidity. You're a smart kid Dean, why are you being a dumbass?"

Dean smiled and winked and Steve. "Speaking of ass-" fuckfuckfuckfuck

Tony leaned forward in his chair. "You want to be a dick? Fine. Be a dick. But know that I will win every time. I invented being a dick, so try me kiddo."

Dean inspected the man, trying to figure out what was going on.

"Did Steve tell you what I said earlier?" He asked. Tony nodded. "Good than you can answer my theory. I think you and Steve switch bottoming, I mean Steve's ass is to die for, but I'm guessing his dick is amazing too."

Dean decided: fuck it. I'm already in shit, might as well have fun with it.

Tony never wavered as he responded, "oh it is. Feels fucking amazing. But you wouldn't know that would you? You're too young to experience consensual, passionate, rigorous, athletic, sweaty sex with someone your age. Tell me Dean. Ever got with a girl or a boy in your school?"

"Fuck yeah. Esther Mathews in the broom closet in Kentucky. Tits were fucking amazing. And Felicia Sanders in Pennsylvania. Her cunt was absolutely delicious. Gave great head too. Want me to go on?" Dean fires back.

Tony looked to Steve then, breaking 'character' and said "we're definitely coming back to that later. But for now," he settled in again, staring at Dean unwavering once again. "Bet you never had supermodel cunt before. And you haven't lived until you've gotten a rim job."

"Tony!" Steve exclaimed, shocked.

"Oh I bet Steve's rim jobs are heavenly. Or should I say naughty. He ever open you up with his tongue and use only his spit as thrust into you? Bet you call him daddy."

"Kid you have too many daddy issues to start throwing that around. And fuck yeah they are. He says mine are the best though. He loves the beard burn he gets between his ass cheeks when I eat him out for hours." Tony shot back. Steve quickly stood up and left the room.

"Fuckin prude. You'd think with a body like that he'd just never wear clothes so anyone could just use him whenever they wanted." Dean spat.

"Oh I definitely did that. Rome. Thirty first birthday. An entire week where I refused to tell him where I hid his clothes. He made us dinner one night with his dick in my throat. I had dessert before dinner that night. Your turn." Tony knew he was wearing him down. Even a teen as crude as Dean had limits. Hopefully telling intimate stories of their sex life would be enough for him to get flustered.

"Dessert hey? I bet that cream tasted amazing. Did you eat him out afterwards for his dessert?"

"Nope. He ate mine." Tony winked.

Dean sputtered.

"Ha! I win!" Tony raised his arms in a victory. "You're done being a dick for today, alright?" He pointed sternly at Dean.

Dean sighed and shrugged. "Whatever."

"Steve you can come back in!" Tony called out, leaning back in his chair.

Steve was beat red as he opened the door again, refusing to look Dean in the eye as he sat in his chair once more.

"Okay. We're gonna try this again. What the fuck was that about?" Tony asked. Dean shrugged. "Nuh uh. You're not getting shy on us now. You owe us an explanation."

"Do you want us to hit you?" Steve looked as though the words left without his permission as he looked at Dean.

"What? Fuck. No. Of course not! Why would you- are you going to?" All of Dean's bravado disappeared when he looked up at his his foster parents. His green eyes full of such vulnerability and hurt that Steve and Tony's hearts broke simultaneously.

"NO!" They both screamed, startling Dean and themselves.

"We would never, ever raise a hand to you Dean. We told you once and we will keep telling you until you trust us enough to believe it." Steve was aching to pull Dean into a hug and just protect him from the world.

"Then why did you ask?" The teen's voice got very quiet, flicking his eyes between the two men.

Tony sighed and ran a hand over his face. "We thought that's why you might have been acting out. Maybe you were tired of waiting to get hit so you moved it along a little."

"But if that's not the case, then why?" Steve asked.

Dean shrugged again. "I don't know." He muttered.

"Oh no. With words like that there was definitely a reason." Tony looked pointedly at him. "Out with it."

Dean huffed and stood up, walking around his chair and threw his hands in the air. "I don't know okay! At first it was funny to see Steve flustered, but then I couldn't stop! I didn't want to keep pushing, but I just kept saying stuff and I thought I was already in shit, might as well go down swinging and I don't know why I said those things. I'm sorry." Dean was leaning on the back of his chair, his head hanging low.

The room was quiet.

"Let me make sure I have this right." Steve started. "At first it was funny, then you couldn't stop and then you were in too deep. Is that correct?"

Dean nodded.

"Dean. Of all those reasons the one that worries me the most is that you couldn't stop. That's a problem." Steve stood up from his seat and stepped closer to Dean. "Is this what happened in your therapy sessions too?"

Dean shook his head. "No. The more I make them uncomfortable, the less they focus on me." He admitted. "Plus, it's pretty funny too."

"Why is it funny to make people uncomfortable?" Tony asked him.

Dean shrugged again. "I don't know it just is. I-I don't know."

Steve took another step closer to Dean as he asked "Dean? You can say no if you don't want to, but may I give you a hug?"

Dean nodded, then flung himself into Steve's arms. The teen melted as Steve wrapped his arms around him and cradled Dean's head to the man's shoulder.

It was getting harder to breathe as Dean realized he was fighting off tears. He wanted to push the man away, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd just been held like this. It felt really damn good. Steve never pushed him away or said anything, he just kept rubbing Dean's back and held him tight, ready to hold him for as long as the boy needed.

Eventually Dean managed to successfully push down the tears and moved away from the man. Steve kept his hand on the teen's shoulder.

"How ya feeling champ?" Tony asked, still seated.

Dean took a big breath, then let it all out before he answered. "I don't know. I'm sorry, I know you want me to talk to you, but I don't know."

Steve squeezed his shoulder. "That's okay. You're trying and that's all we can ask for."

Tony stood up then, moving towards the two. "However, we still do need to talk. And we will never, ever hurt you, but we still need to punish you for what happened today. It wasn't cool and you owe Dr. Miranda an apology."

Dean nodded at Tony's words.

"I also owe you an apology Steve. What I said...god, I-I'm so sorry."

Steve shushed the boy, cupping his foster sons face and brushing his cheek with his thumb. "I accept your apology. It's all in the past now, it's okay."

"We're going to hold off on punishing you though." Tony surprised Dean. "Until we know what happened, we're not going to punish you. Your homework will be to think about why you think making people uncomfortable is funny, and why you think you couldn't stop when it stopped being funny. In a couple weeks we'll regroup and talk it all over. Sound good?" Tony was asking both Dean and Steve, making sure everyone was on the same page.

"But I don't-"

"That's why you have a couple weeks to think, darling, to get everything straightened out in that head of yours." Steve gave the boy a small smile.

Dean closed his eyes and leaned into Steve's touch.

"Okay." He nodded. "I'll figure it out."