Warning, warning, warning, this story contains themes of rape, strong language, and dark themes.
"Hey Dean, Alice and I are going to the check out that new Insidious movie, wanna come along?" Sam asked.
"And achieve major third wheel status as you two make out during the entire thing? No thanks, I'll pass. Besides there's a Doctor Sexy marathon on and I wanna catch up" Dean replied.
"Suit yourself" Sam shrugged.
He wrapped his arm around Alice's should and gave her a quick kiss before waving goodbye. Dean kicked off his boots and settled down on the cheap motel mattress. About halfway through the second episode he got bored. Dean starting channel surfing settling on some dumb horror movie when he realized that there was nothing else on.
As yet another cheap blonde was murdered Dean found himself regretting his decision to stay back, at least third wheel status came with a new movie to watch. Sighing he closed his eyes trying to fall asleep. He was on the brink of unconsciousness when a soft flutter of wings caught his attention. Cas, good, someone to talk to.
But, it wasn't Castiel. It was a sandy haired man Dean didn't recognize. For a brief moment he thought Cas had changed his vessel. He shook the thought from his head when the man spoke.
"Hello Dean. I've been looking for you"
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded.
"I'm hurt you don't remember me. Well I did inhabit a different vessel that is, until your brother's bitch destroyed it"
"Michael" Dean growled.
"Bingo"
"I already said no. you can just go shove it"
"I know what you said Dean and it's caused me a lot of problems. I've just come by to teach you a lesson"
"Oh, yeah? And what's that?"
"That those who fuck with me get fucked right back." Michael stated.
In an instant the angel was on him. He knocked Dean's head against the wall, disorienting the hunter. From out of nowhere Michael produced a length or rope which he used to bind Dean's wrists and ankles. He gracelessly kicked the hunter off the bed sending a jarring pain through the shoulder he landed on.
Dean was about to spit out a litany of curses when Michael started to undo his belt. His eyes grew wide with realization as he struggled against hi bonds. Michael kicked off his pants before grabbing Dean's face in a vice grip.
"If you don't be a good boy I'll have to hurt your brother and his slut" he purred.
He wrenched Dean's jaw open and shoved his half-hard member down his throat. Dean gagged, choking, as tears welled in his eyes. He fought back the tears as Michael pounded in and out of his mouth. After what seemed like an eternity Dean felt Michael's hot sticky come coat the back of his throat. He tried to spit it back out but, Michael held his mouth and nose closed forcing him to swallow. He let out a choked sob, glad that was over.
His relief was short lived as Michael shoved him, face-first, onto to the sorry excuse for a carpet. When he felt the angel fumbling with his belt Dean's attempts to escape were renewed. Michael sharply backhanded Dean forcing his face further into the floor.
"Please, no, please, don't" he begged.
Michael flashed a devilish smirk before ripping his jeans to his bound ankles. Dean cried out in pain as Michael mercilessly shoved into him. He felt blood dripping down his thighs as he took his fill of him. He felt Michael shudder as the angel released himself inside of Dean. He roughly pulled out causing Dean to fall face-first onto the carpet. The angel snapped his fingers and Dean's bonds disappeared.
"That was quite enjoyable Dean. I may come back again if the need arises"
Dean let out a whimper, pressing his face further into the sad excuse for a carpet and letting it absorb his tears. The soft flutter of wings signaled Michael's departure but, Dean was too afraid to move. He lay there, bleeding and exposed, on the floor wishing he was dead.