Chapter 2.
Dean is standing in a dazzlingly white room with rare furniture. He shivers from the unfriendly surroundings and Michael is nowhere to be seen yet. Dean turns around, searching for something he can watch or he can do while he's waiting, but nothing. There's only a big queen-size bed, a table, a couch and… ah, there's a door near the bed. He walks slowly to the door and his hand is already on the handle when he hears a quiet cough right behind him.
- Uhm… I'm sorry, I just… - Dean start apologizing as soon as he turns around and sees Michael cold smile. – Sorry, it won't happen again.
- No problem – Michael puts his finger under Dean's chin and raises his head just like the first day they met. – Curiosity is a native feature of humanity. The world wouldn't be the way it is, if you people were not so curious. If it was better or worse… who knows? Dean, right?
- Yes – Dean says but when he sees Michael's lifted eyebrows he adds quickly. – Yes, sir.
Michael now smiles and strokes Dean's face. The touch gives Dean gooseflesh.
- Dean, I'm Michael, but I assume you already know it. You know why you're here?
- Yes, sir. I'm your servant. I have to do everything you require and make you be satisfied.
- Good, Castiel is a good teacher. Did he talk about his… belief? To help you, the chosen people? – Michael's mocking tone makes Dean angry, but he doesn't answer. – You know, he just wanted you to be calm and to feel alright, but he doesn't differ from us. He also puts his own good first just as everyone else. He likes you. I felt it in the first second he saw you the other day. He wants you for himself. Unfortunately he is under me on the status ladder and I wanted you to myself, too. You're special, Dean. I don't know why, but there is something in you that makes me want to… own you.
Dean swallows his anger and bewilderment. He's angry because this asshat talks about him like a damn object, and confused because of the things he told about Castiel. Is it true? Eventually he doesn't even know the blue-eyed angel, but his sixth sense tells him he can trust that one. Right, like his sixth sense was never wrong before. But the obvious fact that Michael seemingly doesn't like Castiel makes Dean trust the other angel even more.
A firm grip on the back of his neck snaps him out of his thoughts. Michael pulls him closer, not paying attention to Dean's resistance, and kisses Dean on his mouth. Dean squeezes his lips and eyes shut, but Michael forced his tounge through his lips and pushed it into his mouth.
Dean feels dizzy and nauseated as the angel's tounge explores his mouth inside. Dean's never thought that this moment would ever come in his life. He was never into his own gender despite of the fact that he was girlishly handsome, and he had a few offer from men before, but he always refused these offers. He's never even considered them. But now, he has no other choice, and let the asshat angel kiss him roughly.
When Michael pulls away, Dean open his eyes but instead of looking at the angel he casts down his eyes. Michael squeezes the back of his neck and takes a step backward.
- I can't wait any longer – he says and the breath freezes in Dean's lungs. – Take off my clothes. Slowly.
Dean's starting to unbutton Michael's shirt with trembling fingers. It still feels like a dream, and he's just an outsider who sees the events from above. He still can't believe that he, Dean Winchester, the greatist womanizer, cocky, tough-guy is undressing a dude because he's been commanded to do, and obeys without a word. When he finishes with the buttons, Michael grabs his hand and put Dean's palm flat on his own chest, and sooths along his body with Dean's fingers. Dean feels really-really awkward as Michael sighs pleasurably.
- On your knees – Michael commands but Dean hesitates. He doesn't wanna do this, doesn't wanna be here. He just wanna go home and have a beer with his little brother or at least go back to his room, maybe talk to Castiel. But definitely don't wanna get on his knees and suck off this friggin asshat angel. He feels a heavy weight on his shoulders, and he start sinking on his knees as Michael pushes him down.
By the time he can't gulp, there's a giant lump in his throat, and he's sure he's gonna throw up in minutes. Panic starts to kick in when Michael grabs Dean's hair on his nape with one hand while he slids his other hand into his pants to pull out his cock. And that's enough.
Dean jerks free from Michael's grip and jumps upon his feet. He shoves Michael on his chest, turn around and wants to run away, but there's no door or window or anything he could escape through. Only the closet door he wanted to open before. He heads on that door but before he can get there an unvisible force slams him to the wall so hard he can't breath. He is spread flat against the wall, unable to move even a finger, and his chest is pushed with a ton of weight. He's gasping for air but no avail. He feels his chest is caving in, the pain is unbearable. Michael stands exact the same place as before and turns his head to face Dean. He shooks his head as a sign of unsatisfaction and slowly walks in front of Dean.
- I think Castiel wasn't as proper to prep you as I thought he was. Our session's been going not even for twenty minutes, and you already disobeyed. What can you say to this, Dean? Oh… you can't talk? Maybe I can allow you a little more air.
Suddenly Dean's able to breath a little more air than before, and gasping a few words:
- M'Sorry… I… freaked out… this my first… sorry… please – Dean closes his eyes and can't say more, he keeps the remained air for himself.
- So that's the problem? Never been with a man before? Well, Dean, get used to it, because you will never been with a woman anymore, not even another human. Or angel. Just me – he whispers the last words into Dean's ear, and as soon as he steps back, the unvisible force doesn't keep Dean against the wall anymore and he collapses to Michael's feet, gasping for air.
- So what do you think, Dean? Shall we try it again?
Dean doesn't answer just hangs his head low. The last thing he wants to do is trying anything again with this bastard, but doesn't want to feel that weight on his chest again. Michael grabs his jaw and pulls Dean up into kneeling position.
- I asked you Dean, I expect you to answer. You try to behave or shall I continue your teaching? – he looks down on Dean, one hand on his jaw the other grips a fistful of Dean's hair. He tugs Dean's head by the hair and the sudden pain makes Dean cry out.
- Yes sir – he whispers, even if he doesn't know for sure what he says yes for. – I'll do what you want.
- That's my boy – says Michael with a wide grin and strokes Dean face. – You will be so obediant and devoted like a little pet you were borned to be. You know why we dominate you, people? Because we can. And I will do whatever I want to you, because I can.
Dean is friggin terrified of this psycho but rage is also boiling in him from these words. Because maybe he's weak, at least weaker than angels, and not so clever either, but he still has one thing which most angel don't. Free will. And maybe he's a slave now, and doesn't have much choice, obey or die, but if he has to choose, he chooses to die human. Because this is his choice.
When Michael sooths his lips and pushes roughly his thumb into Dean's mouth, Dean acts bites on the angel's finger so hard that he feels blood in his mouth and hears the bone crack. Michael screams, jerks his finger out of Dean's mouth and releases his hair with his other hands. With that Dean wants to jump up on his feet but doesn't have enough time. Michael's fist slams into his face like a hammer and Dean sprawls out on his back on the floor. Michael is on him at a blink of an eye, and yanks back Dean by his ankle, just to hit his face once again. Dean now feels his own blood in his mouth and hears the crack of his own bones. Suddenly his defiance doesn't seem to be so good idea. He lost all his strenght and doesn't even try to crawl away from the furious angel, who smites down on him in every second. The last thing he thinks of is Castiel's sincere blue eyes and his smile. And his lie. He feels as blackness starts to close around. At least, it's all over.
Castiel is still in Dean's room when he hears his brother's call. He flies immediately to Michael's suit, his heart is in his throat. When he sees Michael's face distorted with fury, he knows that Dean didn't belie himself and managed to get a rise out of Michael. He almost smiles at the thought but that's when he catches sight of Dean, who is lying on the ground, unconscious and bloody, the left side of his face is a mess. He looks at Michael in shock.
- This little piece of shit… - Michael shouts at him irritably. - You taught him nothing Castiel! He's a rebellious and shows no respect, no fear!
- He's been here only for a week. It was too early and you know that – Cas tries to protest, to defend Dean. – He needs more time. He can progress just needs more time.
- It's your responsibility to turn him into an obediant little pet! You have one week! I want to get him back like a submissive little whore. Or else I'm gonna turn him into ashes. Or worse!
- What about his injuries?
- Leave him this way for a day. At least. I want this little slut to suffer. Then you can heal the major injuries but leave the marks, I think it will suit him.
- Brother, I will try everything to make him collaborate, but you have to understand, that not every human is made to serve. And if he is not the human you need, leave him be in peace, choose another one…
- No! – Michael interrupts Cas peremptorily. – I want him. And if he will not be dutiful, I will have my way with him otherwise. Now take him and do your job!
Castiel steps up to Dean's body, crouches and touches the humans temple. They both appeared in Dean's room. Cas lays Dean down on his bed and sooth his short hair out of his forehead. It would be so simple to heal Dean, just a touch and every bruise, every crack would disappear, but he's not allowed to do that, not now. So he goes to the tap and runs water into a bowl.
He sits down on a chair near the bed and starts wiping the blood off of Dean's face with a cloth. When he finishes he sits back and buries his face in his hands. He knows that he has to wake Dean up soon, one week to turn this man into a robot is a very short time, but he lets him rest for now.
- I am sorry, Dean. I was never ment to lie to you, I just wanted you to stay calm. I want to help you so much, but don't know how. But I will figure it out. I swear. Rest now, I'll watch over you.
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