Alastair grabs Cas' hips so hard, his fingertips leave marks on his skin and starts thrusting into him vigorously. Cas lets out a shudering whimper, but his eyes don't leave Dean's this time. Dean tries to stay calm but he is screaming inside. He feels the bile is coming up in his throat, but he knows he can't throw up now. He can't. Now he has to be the strong one. Even if he can't save Cas from this horror, but he may can give him strenght to survive. In spite of all his determination, tears start falling from his eyes just like Cas' face is bathing in tears. They stare into each others eyes and they know from one sight that they are thinking the same thing: however this whole mess ends, the few months of happiness, they got, is worth everything.
- I love you Cas – Dean whispers, and it's getting harder and harder to control himself, when he sees that Alastair bites into Cas' neck and pounds into him wilder.
Cas cries out in pain when Alastair bites him and chokes from the rag in his mouth.
- It's almost over – Dean tries to soothe him, altough he knows that these are just empty words, and knows that Cas knows it too. He already be acquainted with Alastair's expressions he learned them for a lifetime.
Alastair thrusts some more into Cas than releases his grip. He looks straight into Dean's eyes with a sarky grin on his face. Dean knows well, they don't escape with this, he just wants Alastair to leave Cas alone.
- You fucking, sick asshole! – he grunts – Is that all, you are capable of? Gratify your perversion on a helpless man? Untie me and I'm gonna rip your heart out with my bare hands.
- Now-now, Dean – Alastair raises his hand – Be carefull what you say. Don't forget, you ARE tied up, and you have something to lose. – He turns to Cas then – Did you enjoy it as much as I did?
Cas squints to Alastair from the corner of his eye and tries to pull away when Alastair reaches out and grabs Cas' groin with a rough move. Cas shuts his eyes, swallows and shudders.
- Well, Castiel! You're cock is totally soft. Aren't you up to be at least half-hard? You must know though, Dean likes it this way, hard and brutal…
- Fuck you! – Dean interrupts him. There is no sign of defeat or despair in his voice. – Maybe he isn't hard because pain doesn't turn him on!
- Come on Dean! It wasn't even close to pain. Not even like that, that Castiel isn't as well-prepared as your sweet ass. That could be – at most – uncomfortable. Pain is… - he slowly strolls over to the cart and lifts up a white-hot fire-poker from it – totaly different.
- No! – Dean understands immediately what is about Alastair to do, and he knows now, that it was unfortunate to provoke him. – Don't do it!
Alastair though presses the poker to Cas' thigh with a grin on his face and the air is filled with the smell of burning flash. Dean doesn't know whose scream is louder. Cas' voice is horrible even through the deadening of the rag. His muscles tense and tries to escape from the burning pain, no avail. Then Alastair pulls away the poker from Cas' thigh and throws it on the cart. He drags up Cas' pants and steps to Dean, grabbing his hair and hisses into his face:
- There are things lot more worst, waiting for him, if you won't take back from your stubbornness, little Deano. – He releases his hair and backhands him with almost the same move. – But don't worry, I've done with him for a little while. Now, it's your turn.
Dean lifts his head hardly and looks into Alastair's face. Yes, he is affraid of him, affraid of what this prick is going to do to him, but whatever it is, it won't be near as painful as watching helplessly as he rapes the man he's in love with. So he stills in silence. He learned his lesson quickly, that every single bravado makes it worst for Cas.
- Well, Dean – he starts talking on a smarmy voice, which makes the hair on Dean's nape stand on. – I'm sated for a while now, but I'm affraid poor Cassie didn't enjoy it so much. As I told you once, I'd really like to watch as two such a beautiful guys suck each other's dick. You are already in practice, Dean, so you go first. Give a blowjob to your little love. But make him enjoy it, let me see the pleasure on him, or else I will handle you both.
- You're sick – Dean can't hold himself back. Not this! He won't do it. It's not gonna be him who humiliate Cas. He'd rather die, but won't do this.
- What did you say? I couldn't hear you well.
- I'm not doing this! You can't make me!
- Oh, sure I can! – he says, and grabs Dean's tied wrist with one hand and with the other he snaps Dean's little finger with one single move.
- Aaaaw, you fucker – Dean cries out, which is followed by another crack, and Dean's ring finger is broken too. – You sadistic, pervert animal – he grunts.
- You can keep saying that, Dean, you have plenty of fingers left. – smiles Alastair and breaks the next finger,then the other, and again, until there is no unhurt finger on Dean's left hand.
Dean nearly loses his mind from the pain, he can barely even let a sound out of his throat, he is so hoarse from screaming. He doesn't curse already, says nothing, except one single word as an answer to Alastair's question:
- No.
- Come on, Dean, you would enjoy it yourself. Altough, slowly there isn't a single finger left on your hands to catch his beautiful cock with. Anyway, you're doing it great without hands, aren't you – therewith he breaks one more finger, on his right hand, this time.
Dean endures two more snaps, but gives up at the next finger. He can't take it anymore.
- Alright, okay, I'll do it! – he shouts when Alastair grabs his forefinger. – I'll do it, just stop… please! It's enough!
- I knew I could convince you eventually.
Dean doesn't dare look into Alastair's eyes. He wants to spit at himself but he can't bear the cracks, the pain anymore. He bows his head and mumbles sobbing almost only to himself.
- I'm sorry Cas! Please… I'm sorry.
- Dean – as soon as Dean hears Cas' broken voice, his head snaps up. He stares at him and notices that Alastair took the rag out of his mouth. The pervert fucker. What does he rely on? – Dean, it's okay. Everything's gonna be okay. I love you!
- My heart's breaking – Alstair says mockingly – leave the hallmark, it's porn time. And I suggest to go at it hard. And then – he strokes Dean's face who tries to turn his head from the touch, but Alastair grips his jaw firmly – if you turn me on enough, I'm gonna fuck you too, Dean. Here on the ground. I'm gonna lay you face down and pound into you until you black out. And then… we will se. I'm having fun, anyway.
Alastair pulls out Dean's knife from his pocket and cuts his restrains. He grabs the tortured boy by the collar of his shirt, drags him in front of Cas and shoves him on his knees. Dean's face gets in level with Cas' groin. In a different case, Dean would love this position, take Cas into his mouth and suck him until he's going crazy. But now, he would give everything not to do this. He doesn't wanna humiliate Cas or himself and the last thing he wants to do is turning Alastair on.
He feels the squeeze of Alastair's heavy grip as he pushes him forward.
Dean is on the egde of his tolerance. He's shaking with cold terribly, his teeth almost grits from shuddering. His face burns and the pain in his arms is almost unbearable. As he is kneeling in front of Cas, wet and shivering, broken and mortified, he's slowly giving up hope.
He glances up at Cas who looks back at him with painful features and sad eyes. Dean though notices something in his sight, which makes his whole body filled with warmth, and from somewhere, deep inside a new strenght bursts to the surface. Pure love is glowing in Cas eyes. Dean's heart skips a beat, it's still unbelievable to him, that there can be someone who loves him that much. And the power, breaks free from the deep, coursing through his muscles and makes him react instinctively.
When Alastair leans above him to whisper in his ear, Dean throws his head back and hits the man on his nose. Alastair staggers backward, so Dean has time to stand up and jump on him. There is just a little strenght in the move, but enough to tackle him to the ground. Dean can't use his hands but stands up again rapidly and kicks the lean man twice on his ribs with such force as he has. Then he leaves him on the floor and grabs up his knife from the cart. He freezes and hisses from the sudden move of his broken fingers, then his instinct wins over his body. He knows that this is their only chance. This is Cas' only chance. He rushes to him and starts cutting the thick rope. Cas pulls it down with all the strenght left in his body, and Dean almost manages to cut it through when Cas starts screaming. In the next moment Dean feels as Alastair grasps his neck from behind and throws him aside with one move.
Dean sees Alastair backhands cas who goes limp on the rope. Dean tries to crawl away from the wrathful man, but he is on him in no time. Alastair kicks Dean in his stomach so hard, it makes Dean sprawl on the ground. The first kick is followed by at least three, Dean doesn't count, just gasp for air desperately. Alastair grabs him byhis shirt, tugs him up and shoves him into the wall in a sitting position.
- Dean, Dean – he hisses – you can't learn your lesson, can you? I can see now, I have only problems with you. I wanted you so much to be my slave, my bed-pan, but you seem to be a tough nut to crack and I would have only issues with you. I guess I change my plan and rahter take Castiel with me. He's not so stubborn than you.
Dean tries to hit Alastair's arm aside, to break free from the grasp but he's out of strenght by now. Alastair's fist slams into his face again and Dean gives up. He can see from the corner of his eye that something glints in Alastair's hand before it smites down. He feels burning pain around his stomach then falls into darkness.
Cas falls into half-consciousness when Alastair hits him. His vision is blurred and feels pain in every inch of his body, seems like he can't move, not even a bit. Then his sight's getting clear after a few seconds and he sees that Alastair is kicking Dean on the ground. He knows in that damn second that their lives is in his hands now. He can't give up, he has to react. He summons up all his strenght and starts pulling the rope. Dean almost cut it through, it doesn't need too much effort to break away.
Alastair is taking up with Dean right now, and doesn't give a rat's ass about Cas' actions, when he managed to tear the rope and falls to the ground helplessly.
Cas is sitting on the floor, succumbed for a minute, then he sees that Alastair grabs Dean's knife, which is lying on the floor and smites with it. He threws himself screaming at him, but it's too late. Dean collapses and when Alastair lets him go, he tumbles aside unconscious. The knife in Alastair's fist is bloody and Dean's shirt is soaked in a heartbeat.
Cas jumps behind Alastair and grabs his neck in a loop with his still tied hands, and clenches it hard. Alastair, being unprepared for the attack, tries to stab Cas, and backing towards the wall, he thrust him to the concrete surface a couple of times. But no avail. Cas doesn't let loose on his grip, not even for a moment, and after a while he feels that Alastair is getting out of his force. They are already lying on the ground, Alastair's lying supine on Cas' chest and kicking out. Cas' eyes are burning wildly, and doesn't look towards Dean on purpose, being affraid of he would weaken from the sight. And he can't risk that. This man has to die here and now or else they can never live in peace. Because they will live, he knows it for sure. Both Dean and he, together forever.
The movelessness of Alastair casts him out of his thoughts. He doesn't loose on the rope but looks at Alastair's face carefully. The man's eyes are goggled and his tongue almost lolls out of his mouth. He is dead.
Cas releases his neck and pushes the dead body away. Dean's jacket is on the floor not too far away, so he crawls to it and takes Dean's cell-phone out of the pocket. He heard earlier when Alastair told Dean, he would send the address of the warehouse in a text message. Cas really hopes, Dean didn't delete it, because Cas has no idea where they are. When he sees the message with the address, he is relieved for a moment and calls 911. He still doesn't take a look at Dean.
He thinks the later he looks at him, the later he has to face with the cruel reality. He drops the phone eventually and crawls to Dean's still frame. He leans to the wall and pulls the ice-cold body into his lap, puts an arm around his chest and buries his face into Dean's shoulder. Dean's head stays still on Cas' shoulder, he is barely breathing. Cas looks at the tortured face through his tears, but he can't see anything else but that beautiful man, who got into his car on the street about six months ago.
Cas kisses Dean's neck and starts sobbing. The violance, the broken knee, the burning wound on his thigh is nothing to the pain he feels now. He wants to scream but has no enough strenght for it. As he sit on the cold ground, embracing the love of his life, he almost feels as life slips away from Dean's body.
There is only one chapter left, and I will update it soon, but till then… no spoilers.
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