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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Hurt/Comfort, Shota, Shota_Castiel, Rimming, Father-Son_Relationship,
      Oral_Sex
  Series:
      Part 6 of Loving_You
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-21 Words: 1452
****** Burns ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Cas hurts himself trying to make coffee for Dean. Dean takes care of
     him.
Notes
     Okay, so I know this was a long time coming and also it's really
     short, so i'm putting a second one up tonight to make up for it.
     This story doesn't have a set place in the time line. It can happen
     pretty much at any point from Routine to Midnight Snack.
     WARNING: This story contains a *very* underaged Cas, if that's not
     what you want, maybe don't read.
     NOTE: This author does not condone incest, underage sex, etc. This
     story is a work of fiction and should be taken as such.
See the end of the work for more notes
Cas' shrieks bring Dean sprinting through the house from the laundry room. He
finds the boy laying on the floor in the kitchen, sobbing in a puddle of
steaming coffee and broken glass from the shattered coffee pot. Dean's heart
leaps into his throat, and he goes to his knees next to the boy with no regard
for the safety of his own legs. He picks him up gently, trying not to jostle
any glass, and runs the boy to the bathroom. He runs cool water in the bath and
strips Cas down before setting him in it.

The boy is still sobbing, snot and tears running down his face, but the water
seems to help a little. When Dean sees the angry red splotches up Cas' legs and
the cuts on his hands from where he must have fallen into the glass, he feels
like he might be sick. He calls his neighbor Benny, who's wife Andrea is a
nurse, and she says she'll be there in five minutes.

Dean doesn’t even think to ask what happened until Andrea has fixed Cas up,
stitching the cuts in his hands and applying some sort of cream to his legs.
When Andrea asks how Cas got hurt the boy starts crying again.

“W-was tryin' to hic make coffee for D-Daddy!” Cas wails. “An' I s-slipped and
everything broke!”

“Hey, hey, it's alright sweetheart, it's okay.” Dean says soothingly, rubbing
the boy's back. Cas quiets some, but he's still in some pain and he continues
to sniffle for a long time.

Before Andrea leaves, she gives Dean the tube of burn cream. “It's
prescription.” She tells him. “From when Benny burned his arm on the stove last
month, it's amazing and it will help a lot. Make sure Cas keeps it on his
burns.”

Dean thanks her and she leaves with the promise of calling tomorrow morning to
check up on Cas.

When Dean goes back to Cas, he's still sitting in the tub, looking at his
bandaged hands with teary eyes.
“Sorry I made a mess, Daddy.” He says, looking up sadly.

Dean sits on the ledge of the tub and runs his fingers through his boy's dark
hair. “It's okay, sweetheart.” He soothes. “I cleaned it up. It wasn’t your
fault.”

“J-just wanted to help.” Cas says, wiping ineffectually at his eyes.

“It's okay, honey, it's alright. Mrs. Andrea left us some cream to put on your
legs, it should help them feel better.”

Cas' lower lip trembles and he reaches his hands up toward Dean, he wants up.
Dean picks him up of course, wrapping him very gently in a towel. The boy
clings tightly to his neck as Dean carries him to the bedroom to lay him on the
bed. Cas curls up on himself, whimpering.

“Let's try some of this cream and see if it helps, huh? How about that?” Dean
asks.

“Okay.” Comes Cas' quiet answer.

The cream is a thick white goop, and it's kind of gross, but as soon as Dean
begins to spread it on the burns, Cas sighs with relief. Dean lets out a breath
he's been holding for a while now. Guilt is stirring in his stomach, because he
thinks he knows why Cas was trying to make coffee for him.

Dean's a little addicted to coffee, he'll admit it, and when he's feeling
frustrated or irritable a cup of coffee will often do wonders for his mood.
Today, he'd been a foul mood. No real reason, just woke up on the wrong side of
the bed. He figures Cas must have been making the coffee so that he wouldn't be
grumpy any more, even though he's been told not to use the coffee pot on his
own, and shit Dean needs to keep his temper in check.

He rubs a hand over the boy's stomach in soothing circles, and soon he's
sleeping soundly despite his injuries.


Cas sleeps next to Dean, burn cream covered legs wrapped in a pair of Dean's
large socks. He mutters in his sleep, whimpering and whining. Cas stays home
from school the next day, he sits around in only his tiny briefs and Dean's
enormous socks that come all the way up his legs to bunch at his thighs. Dean
lets him watch cartoons and eat ice cream and soon the boy doesn’t seem
bothered by his injuries at all. Dean takes the day off work, obviously, so he
can care for his boy, and he makes sure he does everything he can to make Cas
comfortable.

About one o' clock, Cas takes a nap, and at one thirty Dean hears him whine
from the living room. He hurries in, determined not to let his baby get into
any more trouble, but Cas looks fine. He's bundled up on the couch underneath a
comforter from their bed, looking sleepy.

“Daddy.” Cas whines.

“What is it sweetheart?” Dean asks, going to sit on the couch next to him.

Cas squirms. “I had a funny dream.”

“A funny dream?” Dean reaches out to brush hair back from Cas' forehead. “What
about?”

“I dreamed you were givin' me special kisses.” Cas admits, ducking his head.
“An' my thingie got excited.”

Dean pulls back the comforter and, sure enough, Cas' little cock is stiff in
his underwear. Dean leans down to give the boy a kiss. Cas hums happily into
it, poking his tongue into his father's mouth.

“You want me to give you some special kisses, baby?” Dean wonders.

Cas nods excitedly, and Dean smiles down on him. His sweet baby boy, so eager
and good. This is how he can make yesterday up to him.

“You want them on your hole or on your little cock, baby?” He asks.

Cas' eyebrows furrow with thought. “Um, I dunno.” Cas says. “Can I have both?”

“Only if you ask for them.” Dean tells him.

Cas' cheeks flush. “Um, I would like some special kisses on my t-thingie and my
hole, Daddy!”

“Okay, baby.” Dean laughs. “You can have all the special kisses you want.”

Cas squeals with delight, and immediately turns over onto his stomach,
presenting his brief covered bottom to his father. One of the socks covering
his legs slips down and Dean can see the angry red burns on his legs.

“Are those hurting you?” Dean asks, concerned.

Cas looks back at his father over his shoulder. “Not much.” He says. “The
medicine made it feel better.”

Dean gives the boy a little pat on the ass. “Good.” He says, before peeling
Cas' little underwear down to just below his round little rump. The two globes
that greet him are plump and creamy white. He parts them gently and there's
Cas' little hole, pink and waiting, quivering with excitement. Dean leans down
and gives it a kiss, gentle and sweet, just a peck. He does it again and again,
until Cas is whining at the stimulation.

“More, Daddy!” The boy demands.

And Dean can never say no to Cas, not that he'd want to in this situation. He
begins to lap furiously at the boy's opening, getting it wet. He points his
tongue then, and drives it swiftly into the little pink hole. Cas shrieks, legs
going ridged. Dean continues to fuck Cas with his tongue, pushing it in as far
as he can before jerking it out and repeating the process. Soon Cas is panting
beneath him, little hips jerking forward to try and get friction on his little
cock. Dean sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before
flipping the boy over onto his back.

Cas' face is beet red, he's whining and his mouth is all scrunched up. His
briefs have slid down to his thighs and there's his cock, red and leaking. It's
so small, only about the length of Dean's pointer finger. It's so cute,
especially angry and swollen like this.

Dean leans down to kiss Cas again, to bite at his little lips and feel the
boy's panting against his mouth. Then he goes back down the boy's body to take
his tiny, hairless erection into his mouth. Cas pistons his hips upward, trying
to fuck into his father's mouth, and Dean just lets him. It's not hurting
anything, he lets his son's cock lay on his tongue, not even coming near the
back of his mouth. He sucks it gently, lovingly, swirling his tongue around the
head until Cas comes with a wail, spurting a small amount of sweet seed into
Dean's mouth. He falls asleep almost right away afterward, and Dean cleans him
up and holds him on his lap for the rest of the afternoon.
End Notes
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