"What the fuck were you thinking?!" Tony shouted.

The ride home from the school was silent. Dean was scared to move a muscle the entire way. When they got home however, Tony couldn't even wait until they reached Steve's office.

"Seriously? Sex on school property, during school hours?!" Tony continued.

Steve and Tony had both shown up at the principal's office to take him home, Dean didn't think he'd ever felt as ashamed in his entire life as he did when he saw their faces.

"Tony, take a breath. Calm down." Steve reached for Tony's arm but it was quickly pulled away.

"Calm down? Did you hear the same thing I did? Dean. Fourteen year old Dean. Sex instead of going to math! And that's another thing!" Tony whipped back to Dean. "You skipped class to do it! What the fuck were you thinking!"

"I was thinking she was hot." Dean muttered.

"She was- excuse me? That's your defense? 'She was hot?'"

"Tony." Steve used his Captain voice and Tony immediately stopped and his full attention was on his husband. "Sit. Down."

Not only did Tony find a seat, but the command also worked on Dean as they both sat in the front sitting room. Steve ran a hand over his hair, making the blond strands stick out random ways.

"Look. You clearly know we're upset." Steve started as he sat beside Dean. "But why don't you tell us what was going through your head?"

"We know what was going through his head Steve! Or rather what was going through his other head-"

"Tony. If you cannot remain calm we're gonna pause and try this again when you are. Understood?" Steve once again got his husband to listen to him as he piped down and nodded his head. "Now Dean. Your turn. Tell us what happened."

Dean smirked. "Well if you want a play-by-play, I-"

"No. I don't want to know what happened, I want to know why you did it."

The smirk disappeared. The teen hung his head as he felt the eyes of the men bore into him.

"I-" the men were quiet as they let the boy find the words. "I don't-" Dean ran a hand down his face. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I just-I guess I just needed-to feel good? To-to feel-connected? I don't know! I just-I-" Dean's breathing picked up as he was talking.

Steve dropped a hand on Dean's back and started to soothe the boy. "Shh, it's alright, just breathe. Take your time."

The only sound was Dean's rough breathing. He was bent over with his head almost at his knees as he tried to catch his breath. Steve kept rubbing the teen's back and whispering words of reassurance. Tony, for the first time, was calm. He watched Dean struggle to breathe and his anger disappeared as quickly as it came.

Dean's breath began to even out, though Steve's hand nor words never slowed.

"That's it Dean. Deep breaths, you got it. You're doing so good sweetheart, keep breathing." Steve paused as Dean sat back against the couch once more. "How are you feeling, love?"

"Better." He took a deep breath, his voice still shaking slightly. "I'm sorry-I-"

"Don't you dare apologize." Tony's voice cut sharply through the room.

"Dean has this ever happened before?" Steve asked.

The teen shook his head, then paused, before nodding slightly. "Maybe?"

"Maybe?" Tony questioned.

"It's never been quite so bad before, but I-yes."

"Dean, darling, do you know what just happened?" Steve asked as he started stroking the boys hair.

Dean shook his head. "Just felt like I was dying."

"It's called a panic attack. And they suck balls." Tony explained.

"Tony!" Steve chided.

"If I weren't an alcoholic and you weren't a minor I'd be offering you some liquor right about now."

"Tony!"

Dean smiled. "Hey, I'll still take some if you've got any."

Steve shook his head and shot a glance to his husband. "Bottom line. Those are unfortunately quite common, and one of the reasons Tony and I go to therapy, to learn how to avoid and control them."

"Ugh. That's what started this in the first place!" Dean threw his head back against the couch in exasperation.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"Dr Mills said I was too young to be having sex. Asked me how I felt if Clint started, which, ew. And-I-she got in my head and I wanted to prove her wrong, I guess" Dean admitted.

"So, you had sex in school, because your therapist told you you shouldn't." Tony clarified.

Dean laughed. "Yeah. Guess that wraps it up."

"And how are you feeling now? After everything?" Steve inquired.

"Well I wish we could've at least finished before getting caught."

"Dean." Steve warned.

"I know, I know." Dean but his lip, thinking. "I-I don't think I agree with Dr Mills."

"Oh? Why not?" Steve wasn't expecting that response.

"Because it felt really good. And if it feels really good, it can't be bad, right?" He asked his foster parents.

Steve and Tony looked at each other and collectively took a bracing breath. Tony stood and moved to sit on the couch on the other side of Dean.

"Look Dean," Tony reached for the teen's hand. "Just because something feels good, doesn't mean it's good for us. My body aches for things it can't have every day and it sucks! But if I have those things they'll kill me. Does that make sense?"

"But that's different! Sex isn't like drug or alcohol, they can't poison me!" Dean defended. Tony squeezed Dean's hand and sighed.

"I was eleven when I was started college. I started drinking at twelve and taking drugs at thirteen. I had sex for the first time when I thirteen with a nineteen year old. At the time I thought it made me cool. That I was an adult that could make my own decisions." Tony placed his hand under Deans chin and held his gaze to his own. "It wasn't until years later that I mourned my innocence. I was thirteen! What the hell did I know about life and love? That girl couldn't have cared less about me and it nearly destroyed me looking back on it."

Dean could see that Tony's eyes were becoming glassy with unshed tears.

"I'll be damned if I let you feel the same." Tony took his hand back from Dean's chin and joined it with the other around Dean's hand. "I'm not saying don't have sex. I'm saying have sex with someone you care about, and someone who cares about you. Trust me, I've done the research and it makes a world of difference."

Dean was quiet as he stared at Tony, Steve once more rubbing his back. The teen nodded slowly.

"I don't- I don't really understand exactly what you mean, but I trust your experience. And I trust that you're looking out for me." He finally spoke.

An alarm suddenly broke the quiet and all three jumped at the sound.

"Oh shoot, I have to go pick up the kids from school!" Steve looked at his phone and shut off the reminder.

"You go, I'll stay here and keep Dean company. That alright sport?" Tony asked the boy. Dean nodded and smiled at the man.

"Alright. I'll be back soon." Steve stood up and kissed Dean's head. "You sure you're alright, love?" Dean nodded. "Okay. Twenty minutes, tops." He called out.

Dean heard Steve keys jingle before the door shut behind him. Did Steve just call him love?