Chapter 2 up and ready in the same day. Wow I surprised myself.

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Castiel stared up at Dean, unable to pull his eyes away from the hunter's furious expression. In the year since he had last seen the elder Winchester nothing had changed. He was still beautiful, even in his fury. A movement caught his eye and he realized that Sam was there as well. He seemed nervous and tense, like he was ready to jump the minute either of them moved. Behind Dean he could see Crowley watching carefully and he realized that the demon's request had been to draw a reaction out of the hunter. Whether or not it had been the reaction the Hell King had been looking for he didn't know.

"Castiel come."

He scrambled getting to his hands and knees, folding his wings tightly behind him, as he quickly crawled past the brothers only to be stopped short when he felt a hand grip his wing tightly. He bit his lip, struggling not to cry out as pain laced through his body. He could feel the sensitive bones in his wing grind together in the hunter's angry grip.

Crowley glared at Dean. "I do believe that you are keeping my angel from returning."

"He's not yours." Dean snapped. "And we're leaving with him."

Castiel's arms buckled as the grip on his wing tightened. Seeing him go down Crowley let out a growl and stood. Dean and Sam both drew their guns and pointed them at the Hell King. He held his hands up in a placating fashion.

"I suggest you let go of him." Crowley said. "Right now."

"Give me a good reason to!" Dean snapped at the demon again, his grip again growing tighter.

This time Castiel couldn't hold back and a small scream escaped his lips causing both hunters to startle. He had felt something give in his delicate wing and the fear of it being broken almost sent him into a panic. It was only through Crowley's sharp command and the power of his collar that he was able to remain where he was as Dean hurriedly released him.

"That's why. You were hurting him you stupid squirrel." The King of Hell said, coming over and gently pulling Castiel into his arms.

The angel grit his teeth together as he ducked his head. He could feel the Winchester's worried eyes on him as he struggled to control the pain. Those ice cold fingers gently ran over the bones and he cried out when they hit a certain spot. Crowley hushed him and rubbed a bit harder drawing a choked scream from him before releasing his now tender wing. Without thinking about it he pulled the wing closer to his body trying to protect the injured limb.

"Well I do hope you two jack ass are happy with yourselves." Crowley said, standing and placing himself between the angel and humans. "First you torment me constantly about losing your angel and then start demanding me to help you find your wayward angel. Then when I tell you I've found him you pester me about wanting to see him, then you break in to try to see him against my wishes, and now when I finally do let you see him what's the first thing you do? You hurt him! It'll take days for his wing to heal even with me helping. Are you proud of yourselves?"

"I wasn't trying to hurt him." Dean said. "I was just trying to keep him from you."

The King of Hell let out a mocking laugh. "At least I don't intentionally hurt him like you did. Now do me a favor and get out."

Sam held out a hand. "Please, Crowley, just give us another chance."

The demon looked at Sam for several minutes before turning his back on the two humans. He reached down and pulled Castiel to his feet. He carefully ran his hand over the injured wing frowning as the angel let out a hiss of pain. He normally wouldn't do what he was about to but he really wanted to rile up the hunters. With a sigh he cupped Castiel's cheek forcing the angel to look at him.

"Why don't you head to our room Darling? Go ahead and strip down and get on the bed for me. I want you face down, wings out understood?" Crowley said.

Castiel lowered his eyes like he had been taught. "Yes Master. Anything else?"

Grinning like mad man his eyes traced down the lines of the angel's body. "Yeah. Get out the oil and have it warmed up. I'll make you forget all about your wing."

The angel flushed and Crowley released him. He gave a little wave of his hand dismissing his slave. Castiel gave a small bow and turned and nearly ran from the room. As soon the angel was out of sight Crowley turned on the two hunters. He sent them both flying with a wave of his hand sending them crashing into the wall before landing on the floor with a thud.

"If I knew I could get away with it and not break his heart any more then you have I would skin you both alive and feed you to my hell hound!" The King of Hell shouted. "As it is I'm not even sure why I agreed to let you see him in the first place when I knew this would happen! I knew it would!"

Sam sat pulled himself to his feet. "Crowley just let me explain about what happened-"

"I already know everything!" He snapped. "Believe me that was one of the first things I did after I saved him. I made sure I knew exactly what happened for him to send out a call for help that was heard by every demon, creature, and possibly every angel within a thousand miles! He was just lucky it was me who found him and not something else that was set on taking him out!"

Dean, who had finally managed to get to his feet glared. "Look just give us our angel back and we'll leave."

With a smile Crowley pulled out the contract and held it out to them. "Afraid I can't do that. Castiel is actually mine. He willingly signed this contract to become my slave."

Sam took the paper and read over it before looking at his brother with sad eyes. "It's true Dean. Castiel signed his name. He belongs to Crowley."

Dean glared and tried to snatch the paper up to read it for himself but it was snatched back by Crowley. "So that's it then? We just have to walk away leaving Cas with this douchebag?!"

"I don't think we have much of a choice Dean." The younger hunter said.

The shorter hunter turned to glare at the demon. "What do we have to do to end his contract?"

"There's nothing you can do." The Irish demon replied. "That contract is the only thing that's keeping him alive. You see when you kicked him to the curb it closed off the bond he shared with you. That bond is important. It think of it as an addiction. Once he has it he can't let go of it. Most angels die when they lose someone they are bonded to or it gets closed off. And you saw just how painful it can be when that happens."

The Hell King paused and took a deep breath, he hoped maybe this revelation would get through to Dean. "Did you know that he was depressed for months? I had to put in a clause in his contract that made it so he couldn't find a way to off himself somehow. As it stands his reaction to seeing you was the most emotion I've seen from him since I started his training."

Sam frowned. "You trained Cas?"

Crowley looked offended. "Of course I trained him. He turned out to be a right good slave. And he's got the most sinfully talented and hot mouth on him for being an angel."

Dean pointed his gun at the demon. "You son-of-a-bitch, I should drop you where you stand!"

"Go ahead and do it mate." Crowley said. "It won't change the fact that I've taken your angel and made him into my prefect slave. Now out you get. I have to go make sure he's still able to use the wing you just damaged. It's bad enough you emotionally crippled him. Be a shame for him to be physically crippled too."

The brunette tried to lunge at the taunting demon but was stopped by Sam, who, once sure his brother was calm, turned back to the demon once more. "Crowley please. We just want to spend some time with Cas. Talk to him, apologize, maybe spend some time with him."

Brown eyes narrowed at the request. "I'll think about it. After I'm done with him tonight I'll see if he wants to talk to you. He might want to see you Moose. Not sure about the Squirrel. Now get out."

With that said he turned and walked away, heading out the same door that Castiel had left through. He didn't worry about the hunters, knowing his demons would see them out and the hell hounds outside would ensure that they didn't return. He took the stairs and headed up to his room knowing that Castiel would be waiting for him. He was right when he came into his room and found the angel completely naked sans his collar and cuffs.

Stripping out of his suit he changed into a pair of silk night pants and joined the angel on the bed. The was a small bowl of oil being heated by a small flame on the beside table. He dipped his fingers into it and spread it onto his hands making sure they were coated before gently gripping the injured wing. He rubbed the healing oil into the sore area, making sure not to miss a single spot, drawing hisses and moans from the angel.

"They asked me if they could spend some time with you. According to the Moose, they want to talk, apologize, and spend time with you. I don't doubt that they are going to try to find a way to get you out of your contract." Crowley said. "Tenacious little buggers aren't they?"

Castiel didn't answer which had him smiling. It had taken the angel some time to learn when he was allowed to answer and when he wasn't but now there was no problem. Castiel very rarely had any incidents that required punishments. The ones he did get Crowley enjoyed because the angel was so sensitive that it did't take much to send him spiraling. He finished with the oil and began carefully grooming the ten foot wings, straightening and removing any loose feathers he came across.

"I don't need to tell you that I have a plan in place for this do I?" Crowley asked. "I think I want to give you to them for a week. Let them take over being your masters for that week. You'll still answer to me and my orders are the ones that you will always answer to but giving them a taste of the new you might make that stupid Squirrel realize what he feels for you."

The only sign that Castiel heard him was the small head tilt.

"Who knows. If this doesn't work out then at the least I have myself a lovely angel trophy." Crowley said. "So tell me, do you want to do this?"

Castiel shifted sightly but didn't answer. Crowley frowned and brought his oil slicked hand down hard on the angel's backside pulling a harsh cry from him.

"I asked you a question Castiel."

"I will do whatever my Master asks of me." Came the flat response.

"Castiel, do not make me force an answer from your lips. Do you want to do this?"

"I...I am unsure. I believe that Dean and Sam only came looking for me because I am a useful tool to them, giving them the knowledge they cannot find elsewhere." Castiel answered. "I do not believe that I was ever anything more then that and this is being done to ease the guilt they felt when I fled in pain."

Crowley smiled and rubbed gently at the spot between the angel's wings drawing a pleasure filled moan from him. "That's what I needed to hear. Now I think it's time we both got some rest. Those boys are going to be in for quite the shock tomorrow don't you think."

Castiel frowned as he was nudged to get under the covers. He held up a hand with two fingers raised, his way of asking for permission to speak. Crowley slid under the covers and turned down the ones on Castiel's side before noticing what the angel wanted.

"Yes. What is your question? And make it quick because I am tired after dealing with those brats." The King of Hell snapped.

"Do you not want me to pleasure you tonight?" Castiel asked softly.

"Not tonight. I have something else planned for tomorrow."

Castiel nodded and his wings vanished before he climbed under the the covers allowing the demon to pull him close. With a heavy sigh he closed his eyes and willed himself to sleep knowing that tomorrow was going to be worse.