1800s of England…..

Christmas morning in a small locality in London

"Dear Lord, I pray that this Christmas too, and I be your servant and proficient to help the needy people around me to my full competence. I'm a bit nervous Lord…. For I was sick when the academic year had started in October…. I had to miss my new school. But today… even though it's holidays, I've been decided to go visit my new school… maybe it will be lucky..", and Castiel laughed.

Before leaving the church he looked back, and smiling he said, "Happy birthday Lord…"

He was seventeen years old now..

He was orphaned at a young age, but he was left with an amount that could help him survive his basic needs till he was employed. But it was only the basic needs that could be doused. He began earning bit by bit, giving tuitions to young, haughty kids, whose parents were rich and too busy. To calm such kids, he'd play melodious and hauntingly calm tunes on the piano, when it was spotted in said kids' houses. His long sleek fingers would give birth to such melody, and in such calm-inducing atmosphere, which he had fashioned to his profit, he taught the children…

The trait was naturally inherited from his father. He was thankful that a small piano was his companion in the small but cozy house. His house was a two minute walk from a nearby small church. Whenever he would miss his parents or feel low, he would go there, pray and talk to the Father. It was the serenity that could be compared to the one he would experience for playing the piano. In his small locality he was always amusing his neighbors by playing tunes for them.

The house that contained a kitchen, a small place for guests to sit, an isolated corner for the piano in the ground floor and his bedroom and bathroom in the first floor.

He was shy. Shy but kind person of course. A person that did not believe in extravagance. To him peace of mind was the most important, and his little life, he was considering himself to be content…..

But it was today that a fateful meeting would change his life forever.

Change his life to be bound to chains, whose master is a very very cruel, possessive and domineering person…

.

Later that day

It was Christmas that day ! Oh what fun ! Look at the children waiting for Santa to give them presents ! They're running around here and there, forming little gangs and planning to attack Santa and take as many gifts as possible. Whining kids today drink their milk, in hope to impress Santa, and well, the parents are as happy as they can get. The ladies and men mingle amongst themselves, shoving cake inside each other's throats. Castiel is also amongst them, a favorite of the ladies, he's the boy-next-door for them. He wouldn't need to make dinner tonight.

Castiel is extremely amused. He does feel lonely for he has no friends of his age.

He looks at the falling snow and the falling temperature and he sees that it doesn't hamper tonight's wild spirits of the children.

Time for a bit of melody magic.

He calls all the kids inside,promising them a fun night. They were fifteen in number right now, not counting the toddlers that were kept to the bosoms of their mothers. They were fifteen in number, all of them inside his house. Why wouldn't they be ? After all, it was their darling older brother Castiel, and his wonderful piano magic to which they would sing .

They began with the fun song of jingle bells, Castiel playing and the kids singing. Occasionally, some of the naughtier kids cracked really humorous jokes and Castiel had to stop himself from falling on the ground.

Singing and laughing till their throats were hoarse, the kids' parents then decided that it was time to sleep. The children were called out and they pouted as they waved their dear elder brother a goodbye and kissed him on the cheek.

The street was soon deserted as parents with their off-springs retreated back to their abodes leaving Castiel to stare out at the window, at nothing in particular but with a faint smile on his face.

The night was at its peak. Occasional hooting if owls, with cold winds slapping at the trees and a beautiful lonely person still staring out of the window.

He looked down as his fingers fidgeted on their own. Fingers…

He was reminded of the composition that he had so much been practicing in his free time. The composition Beethoven's Für Elise was his personal favorite. He sat at the stool and began playing the beautiful melody. His fingers moved slow. Apparently he was tired. But nevertheless, yawning he still played.

The eerie silence was broken by the sound of a fast running carriage approaching his alleyway. What more surprised him as he look out the window was that the carriage had stopped infront of his house. He stood and was about to open the door and was about to open it when he already heard a knock.

To be frank, he was frightened that who could approach him at such a late time and Christmas nonetheless.

He opened the door and was greeted by a tall man. His face was illegible was it was too dark and the lantern running out of fuel was no help. The pair of horses shivered at the cold and they snuggled together.

The man greeted Castiel with a bow and inquired, "Castiel Novak ?"

Castiel did not answer. He was busy looking at the man.

The man a little fazed coughed bringing Castiel's eyes upon him and asked again, "Castiel Novak ?"

Immidiately he was responsed with a yes.

"I am Sam Winchester. I have been urgently required to bring Castiel Novak, you, to the Winchester mansion. As to what, how, why, it will be answered by another appropriate person, that is waiting for you in the mansion. I will be pleased if you do not argue and quickly leave with me. I assure you that there is no harm waiting your way…. If it consoles you as such, the meeting is about a deal with your parents…"

Castiel's eyes were widened at this. His parents ! He really wanted to know more about them ! First a stanger comes to him asking for his urgent presence and now his parents ? He surely did not want to leave his house unattended, but there was nothing in his house as such that would be of any attraction to a thief. A grand piano maybe but it's impossible to take his out of the house without dismantling it. It was as if the house was built around it. But how could he leave with a stranger. For all he cared, this could be just another ruffian posing and will dispose him off by the end of the night.

He had heard about the Winchesters, they were inexhaustibly rich and the heirs were considered handsome, cruel, vivacious hunks. They were revered all around and feared and respected but then again not much was known about their secretive life. Then it meant Sam Winchester was here to escort him, an heir ?!

"You…you are the heir..Why..wh…why are you here to es…escort me ?"

The man, apparently Sam, chuckled at this and said, "Heh…... I am not the heir. You'll be meeting him soon…" He added the latter with a very hushed whisper not meant for anybody to listen and fortunately it served its purpose well.

"Look I know you're confused but please understand the state I am in. It's really important for you to come with me. I am thinking that you don't trust me, but here let me tell you a fact. Your parents died when you were five, and they left you a meager amount and this house, that right, isn't it ? No one else knows about this, do they ?"

Yes no one really knew about it, as far as Castiel remembered.

"So tell me will you come with me ? Not meaning to be offensive but you don't have a choice in this matter…"

Castiel.. what could he say…. He looked at the man, that was having a pleading look. Not wanting to further annoy the man, Castiel agreed and went out of the house, locking the main door, and letting the lantern burn.

The ride was just plain normal .Castiel was not accustomed to sit in a horse-driven carriage and he was just fairly comfortable with it. It was a luxury for the rich and not meant for him.

They crossed other alleys with quiet houses. Soon they reached a rather green area. Green as in full of plants, trees and nature life. It was so much more colder here, and Castiel' flimsy shawl was not helping much. Frowning he waited for the carriage to reach the mansion.

The wheels felt as if they were riding up a slight slope. The carriage stopped and Castiel got out of it.

His breath stopped. The sight was absolutely breath-taking ! Beautiful lanterns hung around the house, smirking bright as if relishing under Diana's care, the beautiful moon. The architecture was so elegant, the cleanliness even pleasing to the eyes. The pillars were yellowish brownish in colour, this much Castiel could make out. The intricate small statues were of angels, on the boarders of the vast mansion, painted in dull gray and their hands reaching out to each other.

Castiel was motioned by Sam to the front door , which a butler opened, as if on cue to knowing when the young master was arriving with the much awaited guest.

The hall that greeted Castiel was even more enchanting. The walls were white in color, wearing wooden architecture that was almost one meter long to the beginning if the wall. The roof was up quite high and he wondered if it was a dome structure.

Sam lead him inside a room. Castiel's nerves were calmed as the heat in the mansion was greedily comfortable. There was a man standing in that room. The room looked like a study. His back was turned. His hands folded, as if he was waiting for someone that so late, so late.

Castiel could see that the man was taller than Sam and has luscious brown hair. Luscious ? Where did that come from ?

He looked back towards Sam as if in assurance if this was the supposed man but to his terror Sam had already left.

Castiel gulped, and turned towards the still man.

"Excuse me, ar….are you the person that had asked my presence ?" he asked politely.

The man turning said, "Yes indeed it was me.." with a smile, a genuine smile.

Castiel felt as if his heart would stop. He knew about people that were couldn't be considered mortal, their beauty was out of the world, divine but this man… he could change the meaning of beauty. The perfect green eyes adorned with unmarred eyes yet chapped lips. His perfect jaw line with just a pinch of purposely designed beard stubble…

Castiel blushed furiously, putting tomatoes to shame, as he realized he was staring at the said man, and looked down, trying to avoid the now smirking man.

"Merry Christmas Castiel…." His honey-like voice dripped to which Castiel replied with a 'same-to-you'.

"Please have a seat and then we will continue."

With a smirking man and a fidgeting fragile boy, comfortably seated, the man began, "I am Dean Winchester, heir to the Winchester fortune. The man that brought you here was my younger brother Sam. Now without any further unnecessary chat,seeing as you're fidgety already, I will tell you the purpose about why you were summoned here. It's about your parents as you were already told."

At the mentions of 'parents' Castiel's ears perked up like that of a kitty. A cute vulnerable kitty, we may add from Dean's angle.

Dean continued as Castiel's eyes motioned him, "Your dad, Castiel, was a good person. He was kind and loyal, and righteous. But such virtues are not connected to the income of money are they ? Financial ruin were eating him up. Desolate he came to my father for help. The principal was large but my father agreed, why wouldn't he help his friend ? My father hadn't even asked for a return, but your father knew it would be wrong. According to the deal, if your father was unable to pay the sum, with the interest, his house would belong to my father, and all that is in it."

"Your father newly started business failed and he was neck deep in debt to my father. The plan was to pay him back as soon as possible without adding any interest, but technically Castiel the interest has been adding for the past twelve years. And now that my father is dead, all that belonged to him, rightfully belongs to me."

Castiel wanted to cry, He really did. It was so much to handle. How was he supposed to pay off ? He is no rich person. He has to work out his blood and bones just to barely get by…. How was he supposed to pay a debt with twelve years of interest ?! Does it now mean he will have to sell his house ?! His beloved piano ?!

His leant his head in despair on his hands, panicking as he tried to stop the tears from flowing.

Dean suddenly got up, and sat besides Castiel, hugging him.

"Ssshhh… hush…." He patted Castiel sympathetically as tears threatened to flow by.

Castiel immediately froze at the contact and sat upright. He looked deep into Dean's blue eyes, that now looked crimson from passion unknown.

"Please, , I… I… mu….must tell you I am not a rich person.. I ju…just barely get by but I try… Please… please give me more time, I swear I'll pay you back. Really…I…I..will but I nee….need more time…"

Dean halted the incoherent mumbling of the beautiful boy before him with a finger to the pink luscious lips.

"I am here to make you an offer Castiel. You have nothing to worry about."

Castiel looked up with newfound hope.

"I will pardon your debt completely. You can keep your house and your monotonous life, but in return…" he ran a finger through the boy's jaw line making him shudder in fear, "you must belong completely to me.. heart, body and soul… all mine… only mine…"

Such possessive words confused Castiel as he asked, "I am sorry, I didn't get what you mean ?"

Dean then pulled Castiel in a rough kiss, his tongue finding the insides of the hot mouth that tasted like cake, sweet and delicious.

Castiel heart was beating so loud that it would crack out the bones of his ribs, and thankfully his adrenaline kicked in as he violently shoved Dean aside, and backed away in defense position, "What the hell are you doing ?!" and began to dash for the door, when he was swiftly caught and pushed against a wall.

"I was giving the answer to your question Castiel. You asked me what possession meant. This is what it means to me."

They stared at each other again as Dean continued, "Detailing your offer, there are two options for you to choose. No more, no less. The first option asks for your complete willing devotion towards me and only me. Your true love, your first love and your last love only me. I will pardon your debt completely. You can have your house your life back but with just this small change that you are my property, not to be touched by anyone else."

Dean smiled as he said that.

"Or the second option is, you refuse the first option, and refuse to be mine, due to which I will be forced to make you mine, and yes, your debt, you will have to pay it back too, naturally, with the interest of course, and you refusing to be mine Castiel… can be very gruesome for the world.."

The boy had no words to speak. In either cases he would have to belong to this insane, vile man ! He hated such sinners ! And love ! He would puke right then and there !

He spit back, "I can pay you back ! All your money ! Damn it, let me go !"

Dean did so and Castiel walked far away from him, " Really, should I enlighten you about the value of the amount ? Even whoring yourself up will not get you as near as half." Dean snorted sarcastiacally.

"Then why do you ask for me ? I am a human ! An alive person ! Why do you consider me as an object ?! Love is love… Not.. not being property !" He spat the word.

"And we're both men ! Cant you see it ?! Are you completely completely insane ?! You can get any woman you want ! Let me be ! I'll work my life off to pay you but I will not choose any of your options."

Dean's expression softened at this.. He replied with a softer, almost endearing tone, "Wrong ? You ask me if it's wrong ? Does it look like I care ? I only understand one thing. I want you to be mine, and live together happily, filled with only love. What's so wrong in it ? Do you think your accusations can stop me ? I will have you, and you will come willingly to me."

"Never." Castiel spat back, with venom mixed of a thousand cobras and proudly walked out of the room. He was a free man. No one can treat him like this. No one can tame his free will. And he walked out of the mansion. It was true that no one stopped him. And he began his journey to his home. Alone on his two feet, the chilling night.

"'Never', you say love.. I have been watching you since the day you were born. Don't break my heart like this. Oh I know you will be back and willingly. And I will be so happy when you say, 'I am yours, Dean.' Really I will be so happy that I could kill someone. You can run, but cannot hide. You can hide but you cannot escape. And even if you escape, you'll just come back to me… for your chains are still mine, and your soul is bound to me."

Note : *phew* This is by far the longest chapter I have ever written. What a creepy Dean ? xD

Seriously review or I wont update. It gives you encouragement if someone acknowledges your hard work.

Constructive criticisms or not, they're fine as reviews.

So I will be real happy if you do. Thankyou. Hope you liked the chapter.