An hour later, a large portion of the hunters were up and ready to find and track Dean, and his captors down. Sam had been waiting impatiently ever since Castiel had made the announcement. He fidgeted by the door, checking for his salt gun, his spray can, his demon blade. His fingers twitched. Sam couldn't stand the idea that Dean wouldn't be saved, so instead he planned his complete method of breaking Dean free. His expression was firm, stony, and he paid no attention to the other hunters around him. His plaid shirt was tucked under his jeans, his jacket which he wore lined with knives and silver bullets tucked away into different parts of the lining. Sam eyed the Impala. He approached it swiftly, a steely calm anger igniting as he saw a small trail of blood along the front seat, and how the passenger door swung slightly off the hinges. Dean had put up a fight, which was clear. What scared Sam straight down to his core, was the fact that he had fought, and clearly hadn't won. Sam didn't like to think of a sort of creature that could take down his older brother.
Sam was leaning against the hood of the car, breathing deeply and calmly when a slight shift of the breeze around him made him turn around. Castiel stood next to him, surveying the scene with an aged, old soul look painted across his features. His dark hair was ruffled messily, and his sapphire blue eyes traced down the mark of Deans blood stain. Castiel very hesitantly placed his hand on Sam's shoulder, in the most comforting gesture he could think of.
"Sam." He stood, looking into the distance. "We will find your brother. And we will bring him back." Sam's answering smile was wry, as he watched Castiel out of the corner of his eyes, noticing Castiel's eyes spark, with something that was a little more than anger, or promise.
"Cas. When are you going to tell yourself the reality?" Sam voice was quiet, low, persuasive but reserved. Castiel looked at him in surprise, perhaps reproach. Sam tilted his head towards his friend in sympathy. He didn't want to say, let alone think the words unrequited love, yet nothing else really came to mind. Sam twitched for a moment, before cautiously clasping Castiel's hand that was placed on his shoulder.
"Cas. Come on. Just- be honest with me for a minute, alright?" Sam's voice was nervous, shaking almost, and certainly uncomfortable. One of the disadvantages of being raised with John and Dean Winchester was that it was never easy to talk about your feelings. Sam shifted for a moment, and continued, refusing to look at Castiel's face.
"How you feel...about Dean...it's not the same as how you feel about me, is it?" Castiel slowly shook his head.
"No, I suppose not, Sam, you see we share a more prof-"
"Profound bond, yes, Cas, I know. But that isn't what I mean. Do you know what Cas? I think that you might-"
"Sam." Cas interrupted, shifting uncomfortably. "I don't think you should-"
"You might love him. Love him! You hear me Cas? Because what I think is all out in the open now." Sam turned swiftly, and was face to face with Castiel. Castiel took one long look at Sam, an eternity of sorrow in his eyes.
"I hear you Sam." He said, very quietly.
And then he was gone.
Sam sighed, and resumed his panicked stance, waiting for the others to arrive.
The crew of hunters was ready to go, when Castiel suddenly looked very attentive, and disappeared. Sam counted to thirty, before Castiel was standing behind him again.
"Dean is an abandoned hotel eight miles down the highway. It is guarded only by a few demons, and a werewolf. I suggest we find him." Sam clapped him on the back.
"Let's go." He said.
Jo rode with Ellen, Sam and Bobby in the impala. Their mission was to get in, get Dean, and get out. Jo chewed at her fingernails, while her Mum and Bobby talked in the front. Sam stared out the window, determination all that was evident. She felt very small, and insignificant with all these extraordinary hunters and for a moment, she almost thought that her being on this mission was pointless. Then she remembered the warm fuzzy feeling she'd had in her stomach when Dean had slid into bed with her this morning, and draped the blanket over the two of them. Then she remembered how much she loved him, and how many times she had nearly told him that. Jo realised that she loved Dean so much she could save him, based only on her passion. Perhaps her being here was worthy after all, because she would die for Dean. She'd do anything to get him back, without caution, like Ellen. Without logic like Sam. Without self preservation like Bobby. Jo smiled to herself as the road changed slowly, becoming more desolate and overgrown. A tall brown building came into view, weeds climbing up it like Rapunzel's tower. Most of the windows were shattered, and half of the building was burned black - clearly a fire had occurred here.
"Ah Shit." Bobby swore.
Sam scoped the building while Ellen waited by the window they planned to use as an entrance. Jo and Bobby were crouched in the bush, equidistance from the impala and the hotel. Ellen kept her eyes fixed on Jo. Ellen loved Dean, sure, but she knew that her first priority would always be Jo and her safety. Ellen squinted, Jo was motioning at her, wild and panicked. A heavy hand landed on Ellen's shoulder - she stilled and gripped the little bottle of water at her side.
"What are you doing here, pretty lady?" A thickly accented voice said; Ellen could hear the leer in his speech. She turned, smiling sarcastically.
"Well I thought I'd take a little walk and-" the man screamed, vapour pouring from him, his eyes flicked to black. She'd made the right call with the holy water. Bobby and Jo were running towards her, Bobby holding a rifle containing silver bullets, Jo a pistol filled with salt pellets. The three quickly jumped in through the window, Jo elegant, Ellen fast, Bobby... A little clumsy.
Inside the room, old, plush velvet lined the floor, the furniture, while huge tapestries hung from the walls. This glamour was damaged as the damp, mould and fires had overtaken in time. Sam slunk in behind them, and gesticulated towards a door on the right, which led them into a huge corridor. The sounds of the rest of the hunters breaking in came to them from the other side of the building. That crew had used Rufus' idea of making as much nice as possible,so that Sam's team would be far more inconspicuous. They searched throughout most of the ground floor,when just above them came a voice;
"Get your filthy hands off of me you skanky demon bitch! I'm telling you nothing!" Bobby rolled his eyes. Then, a low groan came from the same place - Dean was clearly in pain.
Ellen found a staircase which led to a door that was bolted from the inside. Bobby knocked.
"A message from Carmel to you." He said pretending that he, too, was a demon. A tall, slender woman walked out, her ash blond hair matted slightly with blood.
"Really?" She asked, excitement evident.
"No." Jo said, a sarcastic smirk on her face the made her Mother proud. Seconds later, the demon was bound, gagged and sprayed with holy water, left on the floor. Jo sprinted into the room, to find Dean tied up, hanging from the ceiling, almost in a crucifix. Sam rushed to his side. Dean was hanging by chains, which had many bolts and locks attached to them. This would be more difficult to escape than Vicram's lair. Dean's face brightened when he took in the squad that had come to his rescue.
"Knew you'd make it! Less than a day? That's extremely impressive!" He grinned, before murmuring something in Sam's ear, who nodded and took in the other three.
Several screams from elsewhere in the building reverberated through the walls. Jo looked at Ellen, Bobby and Sam. Her purpose here was served : to find Dean.
"Go! Help them, but be careful." She said, an element of authority in her voice. "I'll get him down and we will meet you at the car. Sam looked questioningly at Dean, who nodded. The trio sprinted from the room, shouting orders as they split to approach from different angles. Jo, meanwhile, studied Dean hanging from his chains. Relief thundered in her ears, her heart pumped. Dean had no real damage done to him, apart from a trail of blood from a split lip, and a black eye. Jo walked towards Dean, swinging her hips a little. He was tied shirtless, scrapped remains of fabric just clinging to his midriff. Jo was face to face with him; he'd been strung low, his legs pulled wide open. Her fingers tripped down over his toned stomach as she leaned in, and pressed herself against his body, before kissing him, hard and passionate, one hand smacking his face into hers.
"I was so worried!" She whispered into their kiss, smiling as she cupped his bum and pressed his crotch closer to her.
"You were?" Dean asked, straining to reach for her.
"Mm. And you were so very naughty Dean-O. Leaving me scared and worried, and now you have to pay." Jo grinned, a wicked idea coming to mind. Her hands were tracing light patterns all over his chest, shoulder, back. His excitement was significantly obvious: his pyjama pants tented to the extreme. Dean groaned at her touches, striving to reach out, pull himself in closer. Jo kissed Dean fleetingly, and as he started to say her name, ask for more, she put her index finger on his lips, shushing him.
"Today Dean, you'll do only what I say, in...penance for being bad." She whispered into his ear. He shivered, and when she looked into his eyes she saw that his pupils were fully dilated; oh he was so turned on. She slid her finger down from his lips, down his neck and chest. Her other hand gave his nipple a swift, sharp pinch which led him to whine and throw his head back. Jo's finger continued to slide down his abs, to the elastic of his trousers.
"Hhmm. How about we take these off?" Jo asked, a delicious smirk flashing across her face when Dean groaned and wriggled - he was completely at her mercy. She slid his trousers down as far as they'd go - his legs were chained apart - gently scraping her nails down the inside of his thighs along the way. Dean's legs trembled. "No underwear I see. Well that certainly makes my job easier." Jo laughed, and got out her knife, eyeing Dean's rather impressive length.
"I'd rather have you totally naked, I think Dean." Crouching down, out of Deans sight, she pressed a kiss onto the inside of his thigh, nipped at the skin and then soothed it with a second kiss that followed. Dean Winchester, the strongest man she'd ever met, whimpered. Jo smiled while remaining out of sight and cutting away his pants: Dean was secretly submissive. Dean was going to enjoy being dominated. Right now, Dean was her little bitch.
"Dean?" Jo asked, standing to full height again. Dean nodded and let out a stuttered breath. "I think I'm going to want to hear you beg." She said, nails scratching softly down the side of his face. Jo kissed him again, biting down on his lip, causing him to stifle a groan. She teased his mouth with little flickers of her tongue, making him chase after her a little. It was when she kissed down onto his neck, suckling and nibbling at his shoulder and collarbone that he was really in difficulty. While doing this, she teased and toughened his pebbled nipples, stiffening on impact.
"J-Jo." He gasped, as her leg came up to nudge at his dick. "Jo...Jo...please." She smiled against his shoulder, biting down a little harder, marking him, making him hers. Just that idea sent electric bolts of pleasure and excitement through Dean's body. "Please." He gasped.
Jo raised her eyebrows.
"Please what, Dean?" She asked as she brought her hand down to ghost over his erection. Dean shuddered. "Dean?" Jo said again, whilst touching his balls with barely there, feather light strokes of her dainty fingertips. "Dean?" She repeated, reaching around to pinch his arse swiftly, in response to which Dean cried out and bucked up into her other hand.
"Just do...something - anything - just t-" He was almost incoherent. Jo smiled again, glad she had him so utterly enthralled. Bringing herself closer to him, she began to grind on him ever so slightly, friction from her jeans straight onto his naked body.
"Dean? Continue please?" Dean let out an audible groan.
"T-touch me." He whispered. Jo stepped back, Dean whimpered at the loss. "Please Jo. I need you. Please."
Deciding Dean had begged enough, she took his cock in her hand, stroking up and down the length in strides that were speeding up. She crouched down, and swiftly swapped her mouth with where her hand had been, slowly circling around the tip with her tongue, holding the base firmly with one hand. Dean's breath stuttered, gasping as he threw his head back and tightened his fists. She sped up, taking more and more of him down, almost reaching, the base, her other hand caressing his balls. He was coming closer and closer to the edge, as she worked him harder and faster. Simply the idea of Jo dominating him while he was chained up turned Dean on more, crying out in the throes of pleasure. She looked up at him, her mouth stretched over his dick, and made eye contact. Dean stared down in wonder. And then? She fucking hummed. Dean came almost instantly, moaning, until his orgasm was over.
Jo stood up, wiping her mouth. She looked at Dean, frowning as he panted.
"We are going to have to find you some new trousers." She said, looking at the scraps of fabric that littered the floor. Dean laughed breathily. "And get you out of those chains." She sighed, a little frustrated she didn't have some of her own. Dean winked.
"We have some chains in the basement - we can always use those later?" Jo laughed, loud and almost carefree, kissing his lips softly.
Meanwhile, Sam and the other hunters searched through the hotel. Aside from a few demons on guard - who were gagged, bound in devils traps, and exorcized quickly - there was not a monster to be found. Ellen turned around, and stated that the whole group had probably left the second they heard the impalas noisy engine. Sam rolled his eyes, and told Ellen not to be mean to 'Baby.' The group, frustrated with the lack of evidence or monsters to kill, agreed to regroup later at the roadhouse, returning to their previous cars and leaving, except for Sam, Bobby and the Winchester's cousin, Gwen.
Bobby wasn't too cut up about missing Carmel's group. "At least we found Dean." He smiled, a little twinkle to his eye when he thought of how both his Winchester boys, Sam and Dean, were safe - and reasonably happy.
Hello readers! Sorry I took so long to upload, but it's up and running again and I'm very excited about where the plot is headed. Okay so, Cas loves Dean - what will happen here? And that Jo and Dean scene - was it alright? I just love submissive Dean! Please review, give me any feedback :)