Chapter 1.

Dean Winchester's life was simple. He was 33, working as a mechanic in his uncle's salvage yard. He had a house, where he spend his sparetime with his brother, watching movies, drinking beer. Sometimes they went out to a bar, where Dean could hook up some girls, who left the morning after. And this was perfect for Dean.

Of course it was before angels came down to Earth and decided to push humanity into slavery. Not everyone of course. They spared families and children. Even the couples without children yet. But no mercy for singles, let it be male or female. If they got cought they became personal slaves of angels. Sometimes just to serve them, other they became sexual slaves. Yes, you can say that angels are not interested in sexuality, except they do. They do because they can.

It would've been easy for Dean to find a girl, and move in together to say, they're a couple, but angels can see human souls and they can identify true feelings.

One day when Dean head for home from the salvage yard, two angels appeared in front of him, when he got out of his car. He could've run but he is just a human, so he let them take him.

Now he's standing in a line with a couple of other young men, in jeans, t-shirt, bare feet. They are not allowed to talk but in the past few days he heard whispering others that they were the chosen ones to serve angels from headquarter. Great! Somehow Dean knows that he isn't chosen to clean the kitchen or cook dinner. Especially 'cause angels don't need to eat. He just hopes that he will be the slave of a female angel.

Suddenly the doors fly open and a few angel step in the room. One of them is in the front of the others, he is tall and commanding, Dean's sure that he must be on the top stairs of the angel hierarchy. He is kinda good-looking, but his smile makes Dean shiver, so he bows his head deep down and stares at his bare feet. He feels in his gut, that this day won't be his lucky one.

The angel stops in front of him. Dean closes his eyes and tries to keep calm when he feels a finger under his chin, lifting up his head.

- Open your eyes – he hears the angel's voice and obeys. He opens his eyes and the very first thing he sees is the head-angel fake smile and strict face, but the following second he sees a bright blue, honest eyes, watching him kindly from behind the head-douche. The eyes belong to a handsome face, even Dean can say that with his well-known heterosexuality, and the dark, dishevelled hair is so perfect, that Dean can't take his eyes off of the angel.

That fact doesn't avoid the head-angel's attention, and he turns his head a little to look at the blue-eyed angel questioningly.

- He's good. – The blue-eyed angel's voice is so deep that gives Dean gooseflesh. The angel countinues to stare at Dean so intensely that Dean has to look away. He looks down and swallows hard when he feels both angel's eyes on him.

- Take him to the medical and make the tests, examine him. Let him know the rules and give him the informations he needs to know. If he is eligible, he will be mine.

Dean shivers and gaps his mouth to protest but the blue-eyed grabs him by his bicep and takes him out of the room.

- Not even a word if you know what's good for you! – his voice isn't menacing, just warning, but Dean knows somehow, he can trust this angel, so he obeys and follows him. – My name is Castiel. I will be your trainer.


Castiel leads him out of the room, through the corridor into a little room, with a testing table in the middle of it. He feels the man's confusion, fear and even a little anger. He's doing this „job" since they came down to Earth. In their hierarchy he's closer to the top than the middle, and he's allowed to keep a slave, but he doesn't want to. He believes that they are ment to protect humanity not conquer, but he decided to hide this opinion of his, so he helps people where he can. That's why he became a healer. He helped a lot of young men and women, at least to ease their pain and fear, when they became a slave of their brothers and sisters. He was afraid from the moment when Michael decides to choose a slave for himself. Michael was the strictest, strongest one from all of them, and he was a pervert, cruel bastard. When they stopped in front of the young man with brown hair and a handful of freckles on his nose and cheeks, his heart almost stopped. He felt the man's soul, saw it, and it was beautiful and shiny, he knew in that exact moment, that this man is brave and unselfish, and the most respectable human being he's ever met. And when the young man opened his eyes, and he saw those beautiful green orbs, full of life and toughness, he knew that he was the one, Michael wanted for himself. And that made him angry.

- Sit on the table – he says gently to the man. – You don't have to be afraid from me, I'm not gonna hurt you.

- I'm not afraid – Dean snaps back – just angry, because of you dicks, who think that you have the whole world.

- Actually we do – Castiel's voice became colder and steps into Dean's personal space. – So I suggest hold your horses and be a little more… obedient. Take off your clothes and lay down on the table.

Castiel turn away while the man does as he's told, despite of the obvious fury radiates from his eyes. When he steps closer he sees the human naked, perfect body lying uneasily on the white, spotless table. His sudden anger against this human is fading and replaced with sympathy.

- Relax, I told you I wouldn't hurt you. I make a few tests regarding your medical condition. It can be painful but you will not feel anything.

- How?

- You will be sleeping.

- Thanks, but I don't feel sleepy at all. And it doesn't make me calm that I'm gonna lay here butt naked while you're doing things I have no idea about.

- What's your name?

- Dean Winchester.

- Dean, you have no firstname anymore. You are the property of Angels, as far as I know you will be the property of the most powerful angel in our world. So I suggest… again… to hold your horses. As I told you, twice, I'm not going to hurt you, so I will not do „things" to you. Instead of Michael, who is addicted to obediance. So if you want to live the next week in one whole human body, do what you are told without cocky comments. Am I clear?

- Yes – Dean swallows hard, the angel's face just a few inches from his own.

- Good, now close your eyes. – Castiel touches Dean's temple with two fingers and send this unique human into oblivion.


When Dean comes to, he's lying in a soft bed on clean sheets. He's wearing comfortable black sweatpants and white t-shirt. He doesn't feel any pain. He gets out of the bed and looks around in the room. It isn't too big but not small either. There are books, newspapers even a TV with DVD-player and a lot of films. There's a table in the middle of the room, empty. As Dean sees the table he realizes that he hasn't eaten for almost a day and a half. He's hungry. He turns away from the table searching for a door or window, but finds nothing. Angels and their mind-games. Suddenly he smells bacon and coffee. He turns back to the table and at the sight of the delicious breakfast makes his mouth water. Eggs, bacon, toast with vegetables, coffee and juice. He doesn't wanna give up his pride so fast, but he is really hungry, so sits down and start eating.

He's only halfway through the whole amount of the food when a door – which wasn't there before – opens and the blue-eyed angel steps in. Dean immediately stops digging in the food and swallows the bacon in his mouth.

- Hello Dean. I'm glad you are enjoying the breakfast, so I doesn't have to beg for you to eat. This is rule nr.1: You always have to be in good, healthy condition.

- Excuse me? – Dean doesn't want to seem like a dumb, but… what the hell?

- As I told you, I will be your trainer. Michael, our oldest and most powerful brother has chosen you as his servant. I have to teach you how to behave in his presence.

- And if I will be a bad student? – Dean asks and his hunger disappears in a second.

- Then Michael will teach you how to be a good student. And I don't want this. Dean, believe it or not I'm here to help you…

- My ass – Dean interrupts the angel. – If you wanted to help you would help me to get out of here, le me go home and live my life as before. You're not here to help me, you just don't wanna have a bad conscience.

Castiel doesn't answer, and seems like he's thinking about Dean's words.

- Maybe you're right – he admits and steps closer to Dean, sitting down on a chair - but I really can't do anything more. I'm going to be honest with you Dean. I believe our father didn't want us to conquer, He ment us to help humanity. But he's left, and the most of my brothers and sisters think that we are more powerful and smarter than you are, so they came down to Earth to help people…

- Yeah, right…

- Do not interrupt me, Dean. I'm still talking. Rule nr. 2.

Castiel's face is so hard that Dean swallows his smartass response.

- M'sorry.

- No problem. So we came here to help humanity. We heal and protect. Families are in safe, couples have chance to have children in a safer world. But a few of us wanted to have their fun. Wanted to try things and they liked it. To be powerful and to do whatever they want to do is getting more and more popular among us. And I feel sorry for that. But all I can do is ease the mysery of the chosen ones.

- That's friggin calming, thank you – Dean roles his eyes and stands up, walking away from the table, turns his back to Castiel.

The angel face shows annoyance and in a blink of an eye he slams Dean to the wall, entering into the man's personal space, and hisses into his face:

- Rule nr. 3. Never turn your back to Michael. That's disrespect, and Michael hates nothing more than that. Maybe cheeky, smartass comments. I'm on your side Dean, but don't think I can't be tough with you. If you want to act this way than you will meet my other face. Am I clear?

Dean feels the strenght of the angel, and feels the restrained anger he provoked out of the only celestial being he knows he can trust. But sometimes, rather often, he always talks and acts before thinking.

- Okay, I'm sorry. Again – he answers and there is no sign of the mocking tone in his voice. – I really am. I just wanna survive. But you gotta understand that being a slave isn't something I live for. I mean… I don't even know what this Michael dude is gonna do to me, and I gotta admit that I'm friggin terrified.

- I know Dean. That's why I want to help you if you let me.

Dean nods and Castiel let him go. Dean sits on his bed while Castiel is talking about how he's supposed to act in the precense of Michael. It seems to Dean that Michael is a big asshat, but if he does what the asshat wants him to do, there'll be no problem.

- So all I have to do is obey, right?

- Actually… yes.

- It doesn't seem to be hard, right?

- For you Dean, as far as I got to know you, is the hardest thing on Earth.

- Thanks Cas! – Dean flashes a half-smile, the one that makes him look like an innocent child. Castiel frowns at the nickname, but nods and smiles back for just a second. The other moment a dark cloud runs over his face:

- It is time, Dean.

- What? Now?

- Yes. You have to visit Michael in his apartment.

All calmness and tough demeanor slips away as Dean looks at Cas pleadingly. Cas take Dean by his arm and pull him up from the bed. He runs his finger through the man's hair, and than down his shoulders and arms:

- You don't have to be afraid, Dean. It's gonna be alright. Now go.


Cas watches Dean as he walks through a door which appears from nothingness. He knows how it works. As soon as Dean steps through the door he finds himself in Michael's room, and there he can't support him anymore.

Cas is feeling bad. Really, really bad. Lie is a sin and he has just lied to Dean. He tries to prep Dean to Michael, tells him how to act, how to obey, but he know his brother. No matter how obedient Dean will be – which he won't be, Cas knows that one for sure – Michael will find a reason to punish him for something. Michael isn't really into sex-thing, well maybe a little bit he is, but his number one trigger is humiliation and abuse. Causing pain and feeling his own power was better for the bastard than sex. Cas doesn't know which is worse for Dean.

Dean. He can't stop being surprised at himself. From the first second he saw this human he couldn't calm down. Every minute he's not near him seems like waste of time, even if he knows that Dean is assigned to his sadistic brother. He wants to ease Dean's life here, but he's afraid this is out of his abilities. So when he saw Dean's fear he lied.

Now, he's feeling bad and nervous, and anxious about Dean's reaction when he returns.

He's met a lot of human since they came down to Earth. Women and men with beautiful, shiny souls, but none of them was so clean and bright than Dean's. Cas wants to touch this unique soul but he knows this would cause a terrible pain for Dean, so he settles for being close to him. But Dean is far now, so far he can't do anything to help him. The helplessness he feels now makes him angry so much he could cry. He paces up and down in the room waiting for Dean's return.


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