Author's note: Yep, this chapter didn't took awhile at all. I'm sorry, I try to be more faster in the future D:

Chapter 2

Dean couldn't sleep.

He knew Castiel had told him to rest, but there just had happened too much. The bed really was comfortable and warm (and all his, for Dean's great disappointment), but just too much in his mind and… in some other place. Like day's revelations weren't enough to confuse him, and then he had to get a really painful erection to disturb him even more. But what could he say? Out of his masters, Castiel was one of the most attractive, and Dean would love to be a good slave to him.

But Castiel didn't want him. Castiel wanted to free him, because he thought everyone deserved to be free. Dean usually agreed with everything his master said, but about this he just couldn't. He remembered the time when he had been free, when he had lived on his own, occasionally hanged out with Sam, or with a chick or two, whose name he didn't remember anymore at the following morning. It had been nice, and he had enjoyed it. To be able to do things you wanted, whenever you wanted, and where ever you wanted.

But then the world decided, it had given too much for him, and took it all away. Dean completely failed to protect, those he held dear, and he would never forgive that to himself.

The first year without Sam… Dean didn't even remember it anymore. It was all blur, where you could not tell one day from another. It was all nightmares, alcohol, crappy TV-shows and even crappier sex. For Sam, Dean tried to stay alive, but sometimes it was just too much, and more than once Dean caught himself considering jumping of the roof.

Becoming slave was the best thing to happen to him after all that. Like someone lifted it all away, and told him not to burden himself with those thoughts anymore. Dean let it all go and he had never felt lighter in his entire life. He didn't have to take care of himself anymore, he was freed from personal burdens and as long as his owner was happy, he could be too.

Now he was afraid. Afraid, that when he'd got his freedom back, it all would return to him. Once again he'd be all alone, feeling like all of the world's problems and misery were on his shoulders. This time Dean probably couldn't take it. He'd either commit a suicide or give himself to slave traders using that ah, so glorious free will, everyone's talking about.

No. Dean would not let Castiel get rid of him. He'd convince him that, Dean was better off as his slave. He'd have to break some orders Castiel gave, but Dean was ready and really, really desperate to do anything to have Castiel keep him.

Castiel had come back inside a few minutes ago. Dean had listened, how the man had quietly changed to his pajamas, and slipped to the sofa. He had heard how Castiel's breathing had eventually calmed as the man fell asleep. He waited another ten minutes, before he got out of the bed, and sneaked across the room to Castiel.

Carefully he lifted Castiel's blanket, trying not to wake him up. The man shifted when the warm cover was removed, but other than that, he didn't show any signs of stirring. Apparently Castiel was a heavy sleeper. Pleased with that Dean proceeded with his task, and climbed to the bed with Castiel, throwing his other leg around the sleeping man, so he was sitting legs spread open on Castiel's legs.

The man was all angles, bones and muscle, Dean noticed when he slowly shifted to a better position, and put his palms gently on Castiel's hip bones. Slowly he moved his fingers lower, and tugged Castiel's pants down with the same movement. The man let out a sleepy sound, and frowned in his sleep, but he relaxed soon enough for Dean to continue.

Dean himself was still fully erected, but he had gotten used to a feeling already. He often wasn't allowed to touch himself without permission, and now that he wasn't given a one, he strictly kept his hands away even though it screamed for attention. Tonight was more about Castiel anyway, and Dean guessed the man would be pleased, if he saw what kind of reaction he awakened in Dean.

With a last tug Castiel's soft cock was revealed under his pajamas. Dean took a second to admire it, before leaning and taking it gently inside his mouth.

Castiel needed good ten seconds, after slowly waking up to realize what had awakened him. Even then his thoughts were interrupted by a wave of pleasure and a warm feeling around his goodies, and the only thing he could do was groan.

He forced his eyes open, and all he saw was Dean's head moving up and down on his cock, and damn it all, if it wasn't sexy as hell. As expected, Dean really knew the tricks, and Castiel hated himself for not waking up earlier. He could've stopped Dean, before his traitorous body was all flustered, erect and really graving for it.

"…Dean," Castiel rasped, and put his palm on Dean's head and tried to push him away, but then Dean fucking deep throated him, and Castiel couldn't help himself. He moaned in pleasure when Dean swallowed him whole.

"Dean, please…!" Castiel tried, but it had quickly become too difficult to form full sentences. What he was trying to say came out totally wrong, when he couldn't add 'stop' to the end, and instead of stopping, it just encouraged Dean, and soon Castiel came to his mouth with a loud moan. In his bliss he felt, how Dean swallowed it all, and licked his cock clean.

Then the pleasure faded away, and he buried his face to his arms. He felt so ashamed. Of course this had to happen, right after he swore, he wouldn't touch Dean this way.

Well, practically he didn't, but did it really matter in the end?

Castiel sighed, but it might as well been a sob. He thought this might happen, but not this soon.

He sensed Dean to turn his gaze to him. Any moment now he would hear Dean ask, "Did you like it, master?" or tell how much he needed Castiel to fuck him in the ass right now, because it was Castiel, and all Dean wanted, was to bring pleasure to him.

"Please, don't send me away, Castiel," he heard Dean say, and his eyes snapped wide open.

"What?" Castiel asked his voice weak and full of unbelief. For a second he thought there wasn't an adult sized sex slave on his lap, because how Dean looked at him… He looked more like a desperate child. A child, who was afraid, that his parents don't want him anymore, and are going to abandon him.

"I made you feel good, right? I can make you feel even better, just please give me chance to prove myself. Castiel, please, don't send me away," Dean said again, and it started to sound even more and more like desperate begging. Castiel already could have his heart ripped in half because of it, but then Dean continued.

"I don't want to be free, I want to be yours. I'm a good slave. I'll promise I'll be useful to you, I'll do everything you want, and even more, just please-"

"Are you that afraid of freedom?" Castiel asked quietly, interrupting Dean's pleas. He couldn't listen that anymore. It hurt even more, when he remembered had been quite the same back then.

Dean swallowed visibly. It was obvious he was afraid of being freed, horrified even.

"That you would even beg, for not to having it back." Castiel thought it was to best not to mention the blowjob. Dean might even do it again, if he thought everything depended on that.

"…Please, keep me…" Dean whispered again and lowered his head on Castiel's lap like he was a dog. Castiel strangled the urge to push his fingers through the man's soft hair. He wanted to give comfort to the man so badly it ached him too.

"I'm not going to abandon you, Dean…" Castiel said quietly and finally gave in to the urge. Dean leaned eagerly to the touch, and Castiel felt something twist inside him. He wasn't sure whether he liked the feeling, or not, but at least Dean seemed somewhat pleased.

"Having human rights and your freedom doesn't necessarily mean you have to be alone, you know?"

Dean turned to look Castiel. "I do…" he whispered, but it was obvious he said so only because he thought it was the answer Castiel wanted. Castiel wanted to say something about this, but he was simply too tired and spent to talk about things anymore. He just wanted his sleep.

Castiel patted Dean's head once and was about to say it was time to get some shut eye, when he noticed Dean's sporting erection.

"Ah… Dean?" Castiel said and looked another direction, "You should take care of that, before you go back to sleep." Dean looked down and it seemed like he had completely forgotten it.

"In the facilities!" Castiel hurried to add, when Dean was bluntly putting his hand to his underwear. Obediently he got up and went to the bathroom, leaving in all ways exhausted Castiel behind. The man sighed. This was going to be much more difficult than he thought. Not that it was ever going to be easy, he thought, and went back to sleep.

"What do you mean you can't free him?" Castiel asked as Dean looked silently pleased with the information.

Castiel had brought him to the registrar the following day. Dean hadn't shown any signs of the last night's discomfort anymore, but then again wasn't that how he was trained for? He must've been so desperate last night; he couldn't even think straight, even less pull his shit together and act like a proper slave. Castiel hated the fact, that he was totally using his master's status, when asked Dean to dress up and follow him. He had decided that they'd walk to the place, that way he could have time to speak with Dean. Not anything important, just speak and to get to know each other's better. Dean's answers were short and didn't practically answer to anything, which led to that the rest of the walk went in silence.

"You're not mad about me for this, aren't you?" Castiel had asked before entering the registrar.

"You're my master," Dean had answered, "and if you think it's for the best, then it is."

"That's not what I asked, Dean," Castiel had replied. "I know you prefer being a slave now, when you don't remember, what it was like to have something better. I just hope that…" Castiel had fallen silent. Dean's eyes had looked angry and accusing, asking 'what's wrong with being a slave?', and Castiel felt like hitting himself. Of course Dean would be mad at him, and of course he wouldn't actually show it.

They had gotten inside, Castiel had filled few forms, and meanwhile Dean had been put through a psychological test, which had led to this situation.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Singer, but that's the law," the clerk replied and handed the results of Dean's test to Castiel. "Every slave is to be tested before they are freed, to make sure that there are no sudden raises in the amount of homeless and whores at the streets. It is important, that the freed slave is able to take care of him- or herself."

Castiel pulled his fingers into a fist. He should've remembered that things weren't so easy anymore. Now government actually cared what happened to slaves, after they were freed. Only five years ago they couldn't have cared less, which was the reason, the freed slaves were like pet bunnies out in the wild. Helpless, and most likely to die or get captured again before next summer.

He looked the paper the clerk handed to him.

"He's not functioning properly to take care of himself alone, sir. If you wish to free him later, he needs to attend therapy first," she continued and looked up some new forms from her desk. "Do you wish to send him to therapy?"

Castiel turned to look Dean, who did his best to look neutral, humble and obedient. Therapy was expensive and after buying Dean, Castiel didn't have such money. And now that he needed to take care of both of them, every penny was needed. He sighed.

"…Some other time," he muttered to the clerk and gestured Dean, that they'd leave. When they had gotten out of the registrar, Castiel felt like punching something for his stupidity. Preferably himself.

"I should have remembered that they changed the law…" he muttered angrily to himself and glanced Dean, expecting the man would be smiling victoriously. He still had his poker face on.

"Aren't you happy about his?" Castiel asked and vaguely gestured Dean. "You're still a slave. And you can't be freed before…" he inhaled and his frustration was overwhelming, "Before you practically want so."

Dean smiled gently. He knew Castiel didn't want to hear his honest answer. He was fucking thrilled, though he hated that Castiel felt annoyed because of him. But now he had a chance. A chance to prove himself to Castiel, a chance to make the man happy. He wouldn't say that aloud though, because Castiel would get mad.

He didn't answer and Castiel didn't ask for more.

"Come one, let's go back home," he said silently and Dean followed him.