Bound Together

Summary: Dean was Alistair's most beloved student for a reason. Fic on what Dean did in Hell and the consequences he has to deal with after he's pulled out...and the fact that his brother starts looking at him -and touching him!- in ways he shouldn't. First half of the story is set in Hell and there's DW/OFC. Eventually DW/SW -when DW's alive and kicking- and Evil!SW towards the end.
Sorry! I know I suck at summaries! If you want, you can suggest a better one as the story progresses!
A/N: My muse's been pretty creative and this is going to be a really 'really' long story -meaning lots and lots of chapters.
Rated: NC-17
Setting: Season Four

Characters: Dean, Sam, Alistair, Ruby, Bobby Singer, Castiel, OFC, OMCs
Genres: Angst, Torture, Horror, Hurt & Comfort, Romance
Warnings: BDSM, Rape/Non-con, Dub-con, Threesome, Torture, Language, Violence
Disclaimer: Don't own them…just writing for fun!

Chapter 14: Rescued

When Dean was done with his session, he headed straight to his room. He missed her and wanted to spend as much time as possible with her, even if things weren't particularly ok between them. He hoped that, in time, she'd learn to trust him again and everything would be better.

As soon as he got to their room, he realized that something was seriously wrong: the doors were wide open. He rushed in and looked for her but she was nowhere to be found. He ran out of the room and started searching for her in frenzy.

Demons bowed in reverence and cleared the way when they saw him. His eyes were glowing with green fire and the look on his face was terrifying. He looked everywhere but failed to see her. Then, one demon approached him hesitantly and said "My lord, I believe what you're looking for is over there" and pointed towards two massive metal doors leading to a large hall.

He flipped his hand and the doors opened immediately and then, he saw her. She was being held on top of two demons, her legs stretched out, while a third was in front of her, a fourth one behind her, and a fifth was doing her mouth.

Dean couldn't believe his eyes. Those five bastards were fucking her –his girl– real hard. He saw them thrusting inside her in synch, tearing her apart, while she helplessly tried to push them away, and then he heard her scream. She begged them to stop but they wouldn't leave her alone. The one standing in front of her seemed to be spent and rested in an armchair while the other four went on raping and sodomizing his girl, who was visibly too broken to go on fighting.

Wrath built inside him and bright green fire filled the room. The demons immediately acknowledged his presence and realized he was seriously pissed although they didn't know why. They let go of her almost instantly and bowed in reverence to him.

She was left on the slab, sobbing, blood and cum trickling down her thighs, lips and chin. She stood up and tried to walk away but she was too hurt and weakened, and couldn't help falling down to the floor. She needed to get away from those monsters and, as she clearly couldn't walk, she tried crawling away. Dean saw what they'd done to her and the state she was in and it fueled his already increasing rage.

One of the demons noticed Dean's eyes fixed on the girl and he addressed him immediately "Oh, I'm sorry, my lord...please, you go first...we can go later." As he offered her to him, he grabbed the girl from her hair and dragged her across the hall leaving her at Dean's feet. Next, he took a few steps back and bowed in reverence again.

Dean looked at his girl lying down there at his feet, sobbing, covered in their filth, blood, scratches, bruises beginning to show all over her pearly skin, and he lost it. He looked at them and without uttering a word the green fire that embedded the walls engulfed the five demons and charred them to cinders.

Then, he knelt down and gently covered her naked body with his shirt before proceeding to lift her up in his arms and carry her back to their room. She buried her face in his shoulder, eyes filled with hurt and humiliation, and cried bitterly.

Once in their room, Dean carefully placed her on the bed and locked the doors. She tried to get up but the moment she did, she felt a sharp pain between her legs and collapsed. He heard her fall and rushed towards her to find her curled up on the floor holding her stomach. He started lifting her slowly and gently, and saw the blood profusely running down her thighs. "Oh, I'm so sorry, baby...but don't worry, I'll make it better." He flipped his hand and all the pain and wounds instantly disappeared.

She sighed in relief, but she was still crying and covered in blood and their filth, and she felt so disgusted that she couldn't help throwing up when she looked down at herself. He saw her bending, holding her stomach and hair while she puked, and froze when he saw the contents of her stomach on the floor: it was a whitish and reddish fluid, clearly blood and their seed. He felt furious and wished he hadn't killed those bastards so fast. He wished he'd locked them up somewhere and then taken his sweet time torturing them and making them pay for what they'd done to her.

She saw his building rage and trembled, she clearly didn't know what to expect from him, and was too scared and shocked to even say a word. He noticed and lifted her chin with his hand and wiped her tears away. "It's ok...you're safe now...let's get you cleaned up, alright, sweetheart?" She nodded and then he lifted her in his arms again and carried her to the bathroom.

She hadn't noticed the door at the far end of the bedroom which led to a spacious and luxurious bathroom. White marble covered the walls and floor and there was a tub big enough for at least three people on one side.

He put her down and turned on the tap, waited a few minutes till the water was warm and then removed the shirt she was wearing. She instinctively tried to cover her naked body and, noticing her uneasiness, he looked away before saying "Please, honey, step inside." She complied and felt the warm water on her skin. She took a few deep breaths and, for a moment, her heart stopped racing.

Her eyes were half-closed and she was almost dozing in the water, too exhausted and broken to do anything else, and didn't realize that Dean had taken off his own clothes and had stepped in the tub with her. He positioned himself behind her, his legs resting to each side of her body, and slowly began to wash the filth –their filth– off her body. She flinched and panicked when she felt his touch and turned her head around in response. "Sh...baby, it's me...I'm just gonna wash you up, ok?" he said looking into her eyes reassuringly. A single tear rolled down her cheek as she nodded.

He carefully washed her back and arms and then moved on to her front. He washed her stomach and started moving south but she immediately covered her breasts and pressed her legs together. He noticed her tension and gave her the soap so that she could clean herself up. She sobbed a little and curled up, burying her face in her knees almost rocking back and forth. He felt his heart breaking, he wanted to make it all go away but he knew it was impossible, so he wrapped himself around her and stroked her hair as he whispered in her ear "it's ok...you're safe now...I'll protect you...I swear." He comforted as much as he could and, after a several long minutes, she managed to calm down a little and finished washing up.

When she was done, he stood up and got out of the tub. He put on a robe quickly and walked back towards the tub. He held out a towel and asked her to stand up. She complied and he wrapped it around her. He rubbed his hands carefully over her body and then let the towel fall. She felt completely exposed but he quickly placed a robe on her shoulders and helped her put it on. The material felt soft and warm on her skin and she stopped shaking for a while.

Once she completely calmed down and her breath was back to normal, he led her back to their room. He had the feeling that she wanted to say something but didn't dare to so he decided to ask her "What is it, sweetheart?"

She stepped closer to him and untied the knot of her belt. She then shrugged her robe off and let it drop to the floor. She stood before him naked, completely exposed, looking into his eyes. She then threw her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes bringing her face close to his. She hesitantly pressed her lips on his and kissed him. At first, it was sweet, almost chaste, but soon she parted her lips and deepened the kiss. She plunged her tongue inside his mouth and licked the roof before proceeding to massage his tongue with hers while her hands caressed his short hair.

He was astonished. He couldn't believe this was finally happening and started kissing her back. He wrapped her in his arms and indulged in their kiss till he felt something wet on his cheeks. He opened his eyes and saw that hers were squeezed shut and that tears were running down her face. He broke the kiss immediately and looked at her with worry. "Oh, no, she doesn't want this," he thought as he unhooked his arms and took a step away from her.

She tried to kiss him again but he kept his distance from her. In under a second, she felt terror filling her and she asked hesitantly "Am I...am I…still yours?" with pleading eyes. He was shocked and couldn't believe his ears. He was so astonished he couldn't get his mouth to form any words and then he saw her tears flowing freely.

"Please...I'm sorry...I'll do anything...just don't hand me over to them...please...I'll be good...do anything you want...I promise," she was crying hysterically on her knees, looking up to him with her arms wrapped around his legs.

He made her stand up and replied "Of course, you're mine, sweetheart...why wouldn't you? What makes you think I wouldn't want you anymore?"

She calmed down a little and then answered still sobbing "because...because of what happened...with those five demons...what they did to me...I thought you...wouldn't want me anymore."

She stopped talking when she saw the fire in his eyes. He was clearly furious and she was terrified. He hugged her tight in his arms and reassured her softly "please, don't be afraid of me...I'm not mad at you...what happened back there...it wasn't your fault, ok?"

"It kinda was...I was stupid enough to get outta here." She said bitterly with her head down.

He stroked her cheek and then said "No, it was my fault...I forgot to lock the doors behind me...but...why did you go out, baby? I told ya not to."

She explained what had happened and he felt his wrath growing again. He knew someone had done that on purpose and he was going to find out who and make damn sure he paid for it. However, what mattered to him right then was making his girl feel better so he walked her to their bed, placed her on it, and then joined her, laying down next to her between soft silk sheets. He held her in his arms and whispered in her ear "Of course, you're mine, baby...I'll protect you...won't let anyone touch you ever again...I swear...you're safe...you're mine...forever." He noticed that she was beginning to relax and had closed her eyes allowing him to rock her in his arms.

It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to hide his anger but the second she allowed him to hold her, to comfort her, his desire for payback vanished and was replaced a warm feeling in his heart. He hated those demons, he wanted to shred them to pieces, but he also felt somewhat grateful as it seemed that their assault had brought him and his girl together. At that thought, he tightened the embrace and smiled.

TBC

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Chapter 15: Branded

Summary: Dean remembered Alistair's words when he heard about the attack "Dean, Dean, Dean, if you don't wanna share your toy with the rest of the kids, then write your name on it!"

Characters: Demon!Dean, OFC