lil nougat boy – Backup bloh

babybrotherdean:

“Okay, uh… listen, kid. Here’s how it is.”

It’s been a long, long time since Dean’s had to have a conversation like this.

Jack looks so damn earnest, same as he always does. Eyes all big and curious, hands clasped together and resting in his lap, leaning closer like Dean’s about to share the secrets of the universe with him. Dean made him come out to the kitchen for this particular talk, because it felt a little too weird to be doing it in the kid’s bedroom. Kid. He reminds himself, not for the first time, that Jack’s not even two years old. It makes this whole thing seem a lot more awkward than it already is.

Dean clears his throat and tries to focus. Straightforward. Simple. He’s done this before; Sam hadn’t been quite so eager about the whole thing- mostly winced and looked embarrassed for them both- but it still counts. It’s still experience enough. Dean can do this.

“Sex is… well, okay, let’s start with something else. When two people really, really care about each other-”

“They court each other?” Jack pops right in with that answer, looking proud to have known an answer. “And then there’s the dating, and then there’s the sex. That’s how it goes, right?”

It’s not any easier to hear the second time around. “Uh- yeah. Something like that. I mean, it isn’t always that way, but…” He trails off. He doesn’t want to get Jack confused about the way things are, and he doesn’t want to send the kid off searching for one-night stands, but he doesn’t want Jack to think that’s wrong, either, and this- this feels a whole lot harder than he thought it would. “Anyways, when two people really like each other- or more than two people, even, depending- when they like each other, sometimes, they’ll want to do… stuff. Together.”

“Sex,” Jack says helpfully. “They want to have sex.”

“Uh- right. Yeah.” Dean wonders, if he prays hard enough, whether some greater being will have enough mercy to kill him on the spot. No harm in trying. “And- and that’s good. Sex is a good thing. As long as everybody’s into it.”

Jack tilts his head. “Into it?”

Dean nods, happy for something to focus on that’s a little less uncomfortable. Consent is easy. “Yeah, into it. Like- like if those two people are gonna do something, then it’s important they both like it, or else somebody’s gonna get hurt. And that’s bad.”

Jack looks like he’s just short of whipping out his little notepad from the hunt and scribbling down every word that comes out of Dean’s mouth. “Bad. Got it. Then what’s good?”

“Whatever they both like doing.” Dean clears his throat again. “They, uh… look, there’s the conventional way of doing things, but lots of people have lots of different tastes, and-”

“Dean, you in here?”

Somebody must have heard his prayers, after all.

Sam comes in with a furrow in his brow and a book in his hand. He opens his mouth like he’s got more to say, but then pauses as he takes in the atmosphere of the room. “What’re you two up to?”

Dean almost comes up with an excuse in time. Almost.

“Dean’s teaching me about sex,” Jack says cheerfully, and Dean watches the way Sam’s face goes slack, counting the reactions as they tick by. Confusion, deeper confusion, a flicker of amusement, more confusion still. “Everybody has to like it, and people like different things.”

Sam visibly fumbles for words for a few seconds. “I, uh- what?”

“He started it,” Dean defends himself. “And- and it’s important. He needs to know these things.”

Sam doesn’t look like he wants to argue that point, but still shakes his head. “That’s… sure. Okay.” A beat passes. “Do you want me to leave, or-?”

“No,” Dean says quickly, because this might be minutely more bearable if he isn’t the sole focus of Jack’s intense gaze. “You, uh- you can stay. Give commentary. Whatever.”

Sam blinks. “You didn’t let me give commentary when you gave me the talk.”

“You gave Sam the talk, too?” Jack asks, and he’s wholly focused on this new topic, and Dean grabs onto it without abandon. “When?”

Eager for the chance to shift the embarrassment to his brother, Dean launches into a story about how they came to be sitting in this very position, decades ago. Jack listens, Sam grumbles and tries not to blush, and Dean slowly settles, finding himself more at ease with his brother’s presence and the comfortable atmosphere.

It’s still embarrassing having to explain all the mechanics to the kid, but at least Sam’s there to suffer through it with him.

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