Hey Guys! Just so everyone who has been following Angel Racing, I was taking a break from it to try this out, but I will be continuing it. A new chapter should be up around next week.
Some following content may be disturbing to some viewers.
This is a Dark!Fic
Castiel was woken by Benny the next day, who shook him gently to get up. Problem was Castiel didn't want to get up. Dean wasn't there and he felt as lonely as he had when he was in Alistairs wing.
"You sure did one hell of a job on Ace there lil' boy." Benny said running a hand down Castiels cheek.
Benny patted his belly reassuringly and and attached a leash to Castiels collar.
"I'm filling in for Bobby today cause I thought you'd be more comfortable with me." Benny explained.
Castiel just opened his eyes but didn't move from his curled up position on the floor.
"Come on lil' boy, lets go to work." Benny tugged on the leash and Castiel slowly stood, easing his wings out for balance.
The walk down the corridor seemed like forever.
Angels looked out of their smaller cramped cages at Castiel's stomach in...envy? That made him uneasy. He kept his eyes down cast careful to not bump into Benny.
By the time they got to the end of the aisle Benny opened a door and Castiel was shocked by what he saw.
Angels were everywhere.
Some were hooked to machines by their breast while others laid on benches and got pumped looking exhausted. Others had muzzles on and were chained by their muzzle and collar and had binded hands to a stable post as humans milked them by hand. What scarred Castiel even more was that they were blind folded. The room was huge but seemed cramped with so many people. It smelt of exhaustion, oil, milk and fumes in here. The temperature jumping at least 20 degrees. Like a sweat shop or work house.
Some small cages were off to the side, where some angels sulked within them, wanting to get out. The whole scene made Castiel sick. His stomach rolled, the pups feeling their carriers unease.
Benny tugged on the leash and led Castiel over to the stable post area.
"Azazel." Benny called trying to get the attention of a man who was talking to another man.
The man. Azazel. Turned around and smiled when he saw it was Benny.
"Benny Boy! How yuh doin?" He smiled wickedly and threw a glance at Castiel.
For a second Castiel thought his eyes had flashed yellow. Must have been a trick of the lighting or his nerves.
"Fine. I gotta new angel here." Benny said jerking his head in Castiels direction.
"Yea I see. Pretty." Azazel said looking Castiel up and down.
Castiel felt extreamly uncomfortable for some reason.
"And..pregnant?
"Yea John wanted to get him used to milking sooo, here he is." Benny slumped.
Azazel nodded but his smile faltered."Is this his way of trying some kind of joke?" Azazel asked seriously looking at Benny.
Benny looked uncomfortable and scratched the back of his neck.
"Ummm...no?" Benny said confused.
Azazel sighed.
"Benny boy, you know I have all these bitches on milk stimulants." Azazel said looking over some papers that a brunette just handed him.
"Yea, but I thought we could ease him into it yuh know? Help him grow used to-"
"Where's Deano?" Azazel asked looking up and around.
"He's not feeling so hot today." Benny said carefully.
Castiel looked down guiltily.
"Awww did he have a cough?" Azazel daunted.
"No he-"
"Has the flu?" Azazel interrupted again.
"N-"
"The measles?" Azazel grinned.
"NO! There was an accident and he can't come into work today, he's down at the docs." Benny rushed out before Azazel could say any more.
The grin disappeared and Azazel looked concerned.
"What the hell do you mean there was an accident? Dean's one of my prime lactation bitches!" Azazel exclaimed furiously.
"Doc says he'll be fine by the end of the week, until then he wants Cas here to take his place." Benny repeated.
"I don't need a whored out breeder at the moment Lafitte! I need Dean! If this bitch can bring in at least three percent of what he brings in i'll give you a damn raise." Azazel fumed.
"Yea yea, whatever just work with it okay?" Benny said clearly losing his cool.
Azazel sighed.
"Fine...Meg get him on a post and...do something with it." Azazel said to the brunette next to him then dismissed himself.
"Well, I have work to do as well...so be good lil' boy." Benny gave Castiel a smile and gave the leash to Meg.
Castiel felt a stone in his stomach drop more and more as Benny walked away.
He then felt Meg tug the leash and followed slowly to a open stall.
"Down Clarence." Meg ordered.
Castiel was unsure of what she meant so he just kneeled.
This seemed to amuse Meg.
"Hands and knees genius, and infront of the wooden stake." She slapped lightly on Castiel's back who dropped to his hands immediately infront of the short wooden pillar.
Castiel then noticed cuffs bolted into the floor.
His breathing picked up and he closed his eyes to regain his breath.
Suddenly he felt meg strapping him to the floor by the restraints and when he opened his eyes again she was holding a muzzle and a blindfold.
"Sorry Clarence, it's just protocol for any angel who we don't know how is gonna react to being milked, or acts aggressively." She said kneeling next to him and running a hand down his spine.
"We like never get fertilized omegas here, it messes with the milk and we can't give them drugs." She explained.
"Only unfertalized omegas are aloud I. This wing so I'm not sure what your doing in this part of the building never mind in the factory." She sound ed curious.
Castiel felt bile rise in his stomach and shivered when she ran a hand down his wings.
Did that mean Dean was infertile?
"Don't make these a problem or Azazel will have them removed. Understand?" Meg said seriously gripping the bone of the wing.
Removed? They cut off your wings? What the hell kind of a place was this. It was so different from Azazels wing where you sat in a cage all day where you just waited for your pups to be born.
Castiel pulled the wings in closer to his body making them small as possible.
"Good, your a fast learner." She said cheerfully.
"Alot of angels have to get them removed. Azazel actually preferres it that way. Doesn't decrease your milk or anything." She explained.
Castiel stayed still as she fastened the nuzzle around his mouth.
"It's just so yuh know, you don't take my pretty face off when I'm touching down there. You'd be surprised how many angels are protective of that stuff." She explained.
When she put the blindfold on Castiel felt like he was back at Alistairs aisle. Unable to see anything. It made him more upset then he thought it felt insecure and afraid.
He felt Meg attach a leash to his muzzle and then his collar and fasten it to something in movable. When he tugged on the leash he found it was fastened to a wooden pole in front of his face. The leashes so short he couldn't even turn his head around.
He then felt some kind of restraint go around his wings, making him unable to open and spread them. He started fighting the restraints out of pure instinct, not likeing where this was headed.
He then heard a sound like a tin rattling be placed under him. A bucket. His mind supplied. He felt shame run through his blood.
Then he felt her tugging and kneeding his right breast. He didn't expect himself to react the way he did. He tried to leap at her but the restraints on his hands and feet as well as the leashes that secured his face stopped him. He found himself growling hideously as if he were a feral dog.
"Shhhh..." She calmed and ran a hand through his feathers on his right wing making him try to flap them momentarily, but failing.
When she ran a gentle hand under him and rubbed circles on his belly he lost all control. He hissed, hating the blindfold so he could not see what she was doing. His babies rolled in his stomach unhappily.
Then she was back to squeezing Castiel's breast putting pressure on the teat. Castiel hissed in pain and tried to move, but just wasn't able to. All the restrains holding him were fastened.
"Stop. Please stop." Castiel pleaded tugging half heatedly at his bonds.
"Almost got it, just hold still." She replied practically squeezing down his breast.
He gasped and panted, his whole body shaking. It felt like she was squeezing his heart in his chest.
Then he felt a steady pressure grow in the teat and gasped when he heard a fast squirting sound and felt trickles of fluid run from his teat next to Meg's hand.
"Geez, that was hard to find the flow on yuh baby face." She panted as she milked him.
She patted his sweaty back with one hand as she started milking him in earnest with the other. Castiel had never felt more shamed in his life.
When he got back to his cage, led by Meg instead of Benny this time he felt like he was about to collapse. The days stress and exhaustion setting in deep within his bones.
"Sleep well Clarence!" She called over her shoulder, making other angels in their cages wake and growl at her being a ignorant bitch.
Dean had to do that every single day? How did he survive?
Well he had drugs to help the flow that's how. Castiel mentally quoted.
The whole thing was a nightmare Castiel had never intended to take part in. He was completely drained, hardly a thread of strength left in his body what so ever.
When he finally registered he was within the warm comforts of his cage Dean came out of no where and jumped him toppling him to the floor and pinning him there by his throat.
"De-" Castiel tried but Dean hardened his grip onmhis throat and looked pissed and in shoot first ask questions later mode.
"Castiel you son of a bitch! When I say STOP you STOP." Dean shouted in his face.
More angels were looking up at the commotion from within there cages.
Great an audience.
Castiel could only go limb with Deans hands tightly grasped around his throat. Dean was straddling him, practically sitting on his babies.
So this was how he died. Well, he didn't have a problem with that. Better Dean then some two cent ruggy who enjoyed killing angels and cutting off their wings.
When his vision became a little fuzzy Dean let up on the pressure and Castiel took a few shallow breaths through his mouth.
"What? You're not even fighting any more? Just gonna give up?" Dean hissed and slapped the smaller omega across the face.
"Just gonna give in to all of this? Except it?" Dean slapped him again, a little harder then last time.
Castiel was so dizzy from being slapped around like this.
"Damn I knew you were a bitch but I didn't think you were a worthless bitch." Dean said in a heated voice.
Castiel leaped up, throwing every once of weight he had I to Dean to get him off of his stomach, because it hurt. They struggled for a few minutes, Dean accidentily groping near Castiels privates to get him under control.
Soon Castiel was pinned again with Dean straddiling him and panting hard. Great. Back to square one. Now Castiels stomach was really upset.
Dean seemed to get the message that Castiel was exhausted looking at him with pity.
Suddenly the pressure on his stomach released as Dean got off of him.
Castiel could only lay there. Inbetween his legs felt more slick then usual.
"Get up." Dean growled.
Castiel complied not wanting to make Dean more upset but his legs gave out, knees buckling under his unsteady body. He braced himself on the bared side of the cage and slid to the floor. Shutting his eyes didn't feel right, even though he was so so tired. He felt bruised. Mentally and physically, but he shut them anyway, to afraid to face Dean.
His breast stung with hours and hours of coaxing. Even though when he was really empty and didn't have milk to give, Meg would massage them to get even a drop more. He hissed in pain when they touched the soft hay. Everything felt ten times more sensitive. Holding a position like that for hours made his babies cramp and become extremely cranky. And then dealing with an aggressive Dean on top of everything really put the cherry on top of Castiel's fantastic day.
When he opened his eyes again only then did he see that Dean was there staring at his hand with wide scarred eyes.
Dean? He croaked, unable to say more. His voice sounded more hoarse then usual to his own ears, making him grimace.
"What the..." Dean whispered, but Castiel heard him.
"What?" Castiel asked confused.
"What the fuck are you bleeding?" Dean asked. Horror evident in his voice.
"Whaaa-" Castiel was way to tired for this.
"Um...I don't know?" He said stupidly.
Dean looked worried now.
"What do you mean- you know what never mind." Dean growled.
Dean walked over and kneeled, putting a hand on Castiel's stomach and lifting Castiel limb penis and balls to look under to his opening. Sure Castiel felt invaded but didn't say anything. Dean reached his other smooth clean hand down there comming back with it painted red.
Castiel watched as Deans face turned pale all over. The babies were moving just fine though, Castiel didn't feel distressed at all. Maybe he was in shock. Oh god had Dean just caused him a miscarriage?
"Okay. Cas I need you to roll over on your side okay?" Dean said gently, his voice to calm to be real.
Castiel wanted to reject. To tell Dean to go screw himself but instead of rolling onto his side, he flopped onto his back and spread his legs showing Dean his most private area, and exposing his hole.
There was a sigh of relief from Dean and a hand that ran over his inner thigh. Suddenly his inner thigh stung.
"Just a scratch." Dean said calmly patting Castiels leg with his hand.
"A little to deep for comfort though." He said softly.
The little fright had caused Dean to calm and get rid of his anger.
Castiel sat up not wanting himself exposed any more.
Dean got up and went to a bucket that was full of water for bathing purposes that was cleaned daily by Benny and put his hands in washing his hands. He then grabbed a rag that wath beside it and soaked it and brought it over to clean Castiels cut.
Castiel took it and held it to the cut gingerly.
"Doesn't anyone clip your nails?" Castiel bit out venomously.
Dean didn't answer and changed the subject.
"Hell, Cas you look whipped more then having a little straggle. You okay? Where were you anyway?" He asked in the lazy calming drawl of an accent of his.
"Milking..." Castiel managed to get out through small shallow pants.
"Wait. At the factory?" Dean asked.
Castiel just nodded, cause yea it looked like a factory.
Dean looked over Castiel shoulder looking haunted, then looked back at Castiel with concerned eyes.
"Christ, what the hell were they thinking? You can't handle that shit! You're fucking 2 and a half months pregnant!" Dean growled anger evident in his voice but not directed at him.
"Dean..." Castiel whispered.
"What the hell did they milk anyways? These?" Dean asked cupping Castiel small breast.
Castiel hissed in pain at that and Dean let go.
"Sorry Cas." The anger dissolved into sympathy and Dean rubbed a hand across the omegas cheek.
"They didn't machine you did they?" Dean asked, his tone laced with concern.
Castiel shook his head weakly and his eyes drooped.
"Why do you even care?" He asked pushing away.
"You already just explained to me how worthless I was." Castiel said bitterly turning away weakly.
He saw Dean wince at that and look down in shame.
"I'm sorry Cas...It's just, I was so mad at you for last night, and all I thought of today was putting you in line when I got back while you were sleeping in here all cozy..." Dean trailed off.
Castiel looked back at Dean.
"I was wrong." Dean exhaled.
Castiel didn't answer. Just looked down at his stomach where his babies were squirming meaning they were extremely upset.
"I won't let them do that to you again Cas, okay?" Dean said reassuringly and ran his hand through Castiel's hair. Only then did Castiel look from Deans face and down at his teats that looked red and swollen. So much so that they looked infected. Bite marks circled around the teats and Castiel found he couldn't look away.
Dean finally realized where the omega was looking and gently hooked his finger under Castiel's chin to bring it up.
"Cas, it wasn't your fault, okay? I saw you. You were having a mental break, you couldn't stop your actions." Dean said softly and carded his hand through Castiel's hair gently.
Castiel felt like a monster. He did that?
"Dean..."
"Shhhh...it's fine just leave it." Dean said more harshly.
Castiel just looked down at his swollen stomach.
"We've both had a rough day, so lets just sleep it off huh?"
Castiel just nodded weakly and Dean took that as a confirmation to lay down beside him and pull him gingerly into his arms.
"Jesus Benny look at him! He's done! You put him through that again he won't be comming back!" Deans voice was angry.
"It's not my choice Dean. Bosses orders. As long as your out he's in. Nothing we can do about it. All you can do is try to get better faster." Benny's voice replied.
Dean's voice gave a choke off laugh.
"Benny. He's fucking 2 weeks away from his due date.Two weeks! He should be with other pregnant omegas ready to give birth to this litter. NOT IN A FUCKING MILKING AISLE!" Dean shouted.
"Oh please Dean, you just want your cage back to yourself like the old hermit you are." Benny replied calmly.
"No seriously Benny, I don't. I really don't, I love his company but this is ridiculous. No one over here is pregnant. Especially that far in term. It's not healthy to be here, never mind at the factory." Dean tried to reason.
"Yea you love his company." Benny remarked with a sarcastic tone.
"This is come in from an angel who had his tits almost I gnawed off by him, and then gave him that scratch last night? Yea Dean I see the romance" Benny replied.
There was a few seconds pause before Dean replied.
"He didn't know what he was doing. He had a mental break down... and that scratch was an accident."
There was another pause before Benny said anything.
"I'm sorry Dean my hands are tied there's nothing I can do." Benny concluded.
"Please Benny. I lost Sammy...I can't lose Cas too." Dean said quietly pleading.
Who was Sammy?
"Look, I'll see if I can get him out of the factory shift alright? But don't expect much cause you know Azazel-"
"I'll fucking rip that pricks face off if he touches Cas." Dean snarled out, his voice filled with heat.
"Geez calm yourself. What if I was John? Or even Bobby for that matter? You know how a reaction like that will end you up..." Benny said carefully.
"I don't care." Dean snarled. " That bastard is gonna get what's coming to him." Dean hissed and sounded like he was pacing, the hay swishing as he walked.
Castiel cracked his eyes and found he was facing away from them, meaning there conversation was taking place behind him. He was curled in a ball, so they must have thought he was asleep. He noticed gauze and a bandage were wrapped tightly around his inner thigh. Well at least he wouldn't get an infection.
"Lilith came back yesterday." Benny said.
Castiel heard Dean stop pacing.
"Why does that not surprise me? Bitch never could stay away." Dean said bitterly.
"Look Dean, you know way more then you should around here. Way more then the other angels. And knowledge is power here. It can either save you or get you killed. Remember that." Benny said carefully.
Dean just laughed bitterly.
"Then why am I still alive then huh Benny? Why?" He asked, and Castiel heard something like water being poured into a pale.
"Cause no one knows you know things genius. Just make sure to keep that in mind." Benny warned softly.
"What? You don't think I keep it in my mind every god damn second of every god damn day? Jesus Christ Benny, don't flatter me with it." Dean whispered harshfully.
"I know you do. That's why I'm warning you not to get to close to the kid." Benny said softly.
"You're the one who insisted on him being brought here." Dean hissed back.
"Hell he should be in block B not over here. Who's fucking call was it for him to be over here anyway?" Dean sounded genially upset.
"Block B is packed Dean. It would only be more trauma for Castiel, there literally cutting the wings off of the omegas so there is more room. It was either here or down at there or Alistairsz." Benny said sadly.
Castiel felt himself shiver.
"What? The prick still isn't fired yet?" Dean growled.
"No, they just moved his position and put Lilith in charge." Benny said.
Dean laughed.
"Like she's any better." Dean said, disgust in his voice.
"Crowley only agreed to keep Cas in this block cause he thinks once Cas pops the kits out that he can be a good milker." Benny replied.
"He saw Cas' file and he liked the physical appearance so he transferred him even know Cas was already pratically popping."
"What? How is it legal for Crowley to even keep him..." Dean trailed off.
"They wanna get him fixed?" Dean asked. His voice sounded angry.
Castiel had no clue what fixed meant.
"Pretty close. I think Crowley was planning on Cas to miscarry cause he came in so thin. That way Crowley would get him scott free. But when the weeks passed and Cas got better, things didn't go to plan." Benny said softly.
"If the boss actually finds out we have a fertile omega over here, Crowley ass is gonna be eaten alive by the boss." Benny said.
"So what the hells he planning to do about it?" Dean asked.
"Get him sick? Maybe throw him on the machines till his heart gives out?" Dean hissed.
"Of course not Dean. Me, Bobby, hell even John wouldn't let that happen." Benny assured.
"Then what? What's his plan?" Dean said sounding frustrated.
"I don't know Dean. He'll probably be transferred to block D. But I made the mistake of getting close. And I'm warning you to not do the same." Benny said.
All of the sudden the pups started kicking and squirming like they were being strangled and Castiel couldn't help but gasp out in pain.
Suddenly everything was quiet in back of him. Shit.
"Cas?" Dean's voice. Of course it was Dean.
Castiel decided to play like he didn't hear a thing and just got up.
He groaned and stretched in the hay.
Suddenly Dean walked around in front of him with Benny behind him.
Dean crouched down and put a steady hand on his stomach.
"You okay?" He asked concerned.
Benny looked suspitious.
Castiel just nodded and put his hand on his stomach next to Deans.
"There kicking a lot...hurts." He gasped out as another kick winded him.
Dean nodded and looked up at Benny.
They seemed to exchange something silently and Benny left the cage, closing the door behind him.
"Shhhh it's gonna be okay." Dean said carefully rubbing soothing circles.
If Dean knew Cas had heard his and Benny"s conversation he didn't let on about it.
"There not gonna let you have solid food any more." Dean stated when Castiel saw his bowl was filled with that green brown crap John had made him drink yesterday.
Could life get any more shittier?
Castiel ate the sludge when Dean had told him that John would be pissed if he didn't, so Castiel ate it, still feeling the burn of the belt on his backside.
Dean started cleaning his wings, quickly loseing interest in the white milky feathers and started in on Castiels own.
Castiel learned it was a habit of Deans, a tik he did when he was nervous or bored.
The day passed and they were alone. The whole corridor filled with empty cages since they were at the factory getting milked. Dean stayed with Castiel the whole day just cleaning his feathers and showering him in soft touches and affection.
Night soon fell and all the angels, at least 200 slept soundly in the confines of their prisions. Castiel had slept all day so he couldn't get one minute of sleep. Dean just purred gently as they laid down in the hay together.
Suddenly Dean was pushing him onto his back, when he had been on his side, gently.
"Dean wha-" Castiel whispered but was cut off by Deans lips joining his in a searing hot kiss.
Castiel moaned into it, totally surprised. Dean had coddled and hurt him for the time he was here, but he had never expressed passion or sexual motivation towards Castiel.
Castiel broke the kiss turning away panting.
"Want you." Dean whispered as he spread Castiel's legs with his hands, exposing his wet hole.
Dean out his hands on Castiels stomach, steadying the smaller omega.
"Dean." Castiel panted trying to close his legs.
"Such a good bitch Cas. Rolling over for anything that walks huh?" Dean panted as he forced Castiel to lay back when he tried to get up.
Castiel was confused. How was Dean, an omega attracted to him? Who was also an omega.
"Dean you don't even have a knot. This is wrong." He hissed trying to make Dean come back to his senses.
Dean was lapping at his breast now, peppering his stomach with feather light kisses and small kitten licks.
Castiel groaned in fear. He was scarred. He had seen the sweet Dean and the angry Dean but he'd never seen this Dean.
"Shhh, baby I know you're scarred but it's okay. I'll take care of you." Dean whispered as he took Castiel's full length in his mouth, downing him in one go.
Castiel threw his head back in ecstasy. He had never felt anything like what Dean was doing to him now, since he always bottomed because he was an omega. When they were bred, no one cared for their pleasure, just cared that they were fertilized and thrown into a cage until the popped out pups.
"Dean. Oh..." Castiel groaned and tangled his hand in Deans short hair.
Dean then moved his face to Castiels inner thigh below the bandage giving short nips and playful licks.
Then Dean lapped at the slick that was Castiel's hole, and Castiel bit back a cry.
Dean quickly lined himself up with Castiel and pushed in ever so slowly. Castiel cursed his heritage. Omegas and their slick and loose wombs, ready to be taken and fertilized at any time, even when they were pregnant. But Dean felt so large inside him. Too large. He felt like he might split in two.
Dean moaned and threw his head back as he bottomed out. His hands planted firmly on Castiel's stomach to make sure the smaller omega wasn't going anywhere.
The pups moved restlessly in Castiel's stomach, confused by the intrusion.
"Geez Cas. So tight." Dean panted.
Dean started pumping his hips in earnest, desperate for release. Castiel's whole smaller frame rocked with him, being pushed by the bigger omega. Dean started hitting the small bundle of nerves deep within Castiel that made him push back into each thrust, desperate for more.
When Dean finally emptied himself inside of the smaller angel he got off and collapsed next to Castiel on his wing panting for everything it was worth.
"Dean?" Castiel panted, feeling like he'd flown miles. Dean had collapsed on his wing that was spread out along the floor, it was uncomfortable but it wasn't painful since Dean was spread out and not focusing pleasure on one exact point.
Dean looked down seeing Castiel was still fully erect and reached over and ran a hand over Castiel sensitive swollen oil glands at the base of the route of his wing that Dean laid on.
Dean got off Castiel's wing gingerly and put a hand over his mouth and squeezed the oil gland with his other hand. And Castiel soon figured out why.
Castiel's vision erupted in a shower of white sparks. And he let out a dull muffled scream because of Deans hand as every part of him was soaked in pleasure. His pups kicked within him now, not understanding what was going on. Castiel came all over his belly and thigh, white streams painting his body.
When Castiel stilled Dean took his hand off of his mouth and smiled, kissing Castiels mouth.
Soon Dean stopped and just panted next to Castiel running a shaky hand across Castiel's stomach with black oil from the Castiels oil gland. Black mixing with white.
"I was a breeder once." Dean said quietly after a long silence.
Castiel who was close to dozing off looked up with furrowed eye brows.
"What?" He asked softly.
"I was around your age 19 or 20, hell I don't remember." Dean smiled.
"I was close to my date like you are right now." Dean said rubbing soothing circles over Castiels belly.
"That was 5 years ago." Dean recalled the memory, his eyes becoming distant.
"You have babies?" Castiel asked confused sitting up.
"I though everyone in here was infertile." Castiel said carefully.
Dean looked down at his hands.
"Had." Dean clarified.
Castiel tilted his head confused.
Dean looked up sadly.
"It was my first litter. Six of them. All stillborn." Dean said bitterly.
Castiel could only stare.
Yup we finally learned Deans secret! But what else is he hiding? Stay tuned and feel free to Review!