I OWN NOTHING!
Last time I posted this story I got some crap about Cas being turned into a Godstiel jerk, may I please direct haters to the EXIT!
Cas is a little cruel in this chapter so if you're not into a possessive, slightly cruel and jealous Cas you're shit out of luck here.
PS. Man on man goodness is coming up so if you don't like that please turn around.
"Inias, has my courtesan been prepared for me?" Castiel asked his most trusted servant of Heaven.
"Yes my Lord would you like him to service you?"
Castiel moved to sit on his newly designed throne.
He had created a perfect Heaven for Dean and himself. It was a house colored red white and blue with a picket fence. It was stunning he had to admit and he had perfected the bedroom with large feathered pillows and the softest mattress in creation with deep green covers to compliment Dean's eyes.
"Bring him to me in the bedroom." Inias nodded and vanished and Castiel blinked himself into the bedroom.
He placed a hand on the mattress to make sure that it was as soft and welcoming as possible. He shut the shades to allow enough sunlight to rest perfectly on the bed. He reached down and palmed himself through his trousers. He could hardly wait to see Dean lying on the bed naked and wanting him. It was more than he could have wished for.
"Your courtesan my Lord."
He turned and the sight before him took his breath away.
Dean was dressed in loose fitting green trousers made of some sheer material that left very little to the imagination they were colored a beautiful sea foam green. They showed off his hipbones perfectly. He wore a pair of golden bracelets on his wrists with Castiel's name written in Enochian. His chest was bare except for the tattoo that had proven very difficult to remove without causing Dean pain so Castiel had chosen to leave it.
"Does he please you my Lord?" Inias asked and he saw Dean's hands clench into fists as he looked straight at the ground.
"He does. You may leave us."
"As you command." Inias vanished and Castiel was left alone with Dean. Finally.
He was about to speak but Dean acted first. He knelt down with his eyes still trained at the ground as he spoke.
"How should I service you, my Lord." he ground out through gritted teeth. It made him sad to hear Dean speak like this, like they were strangers.
"We're alone Dean, you can call me Cas." Castiel came over to Dean and grabbed his face making him look into his eyes. "You can call me anything you like."
He leaned down to kiss Dean but he turned his head away from him and closed his eyes. The anger that Castiel knew came from all the souls in him, and all the power inside of him reeled its ugly head. He used his powers to tap into Dean's mind and saw him furrow his brow. He spoke with command in his voice.
"Look at me Dean." Dean did so and he could see that small tears were forming in his eyes. "Understand that you are mine. I'm not letting you go. Accept this." He felt Dean's desire to turn from him again but he couldn't. So he set his mouth and looked straight into Castiel's eyes. "Dean, there is no exit. There is only this."
He released Dean who let his head fall against his chest refusing to meet the new God's gaze. Castiel sighed to himself.
"Stand."
Dean stood slowly but continued to look at the ground. Castiel was growing impatient with Dean's little rebellion, he had to know that there was only one way this was going to end.
He reached out and pulled the golden cord that kept Dean's pants on. He looked up at him in shock but didn't move.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah, I see I finally have your attention." Castiel pulled the string of the pants fully and they fell to the floor revealing all that was Dean Winchester.
"Cas…please don't." Dean begged hoarsely as he covered himself with his hands.
"None of that Dean." Castiel took Dean's hands and placed them at his sides. "You will never cover yourself in front of me. If I undress you, I want you to remain undressed, is that understood?"
Dean nodded solemnly and did not try to cover himself again. But he persisted in starring at the ground.
That won't do.
Castiel placed his fingers under Dean's chin and forced him to lock eyes with him again. He could see the beginnings of tears forming there. He wiped them away.
"I won't have you crying anymore either. I want you to be happy here—"
Dean let out a hollow laugh and Castiel narrowed his eyes.
"You don't believe me?"
"You blackmailed me into coming here Cas." Dean sighed and shook his head as more tears began to form in his eyes. "You told me I can never see my family again and then brought me here to be your—whore—"
"You are not a whore!" Castiel said in a booming voice that caused thunder to crash loudly in Heaven. Dean looked around clearly nervous that he would be attacked, but Castiel calmed himself by breathing deeply. The skies cleared and the thunder dissipated. "I apologize Dean. I do not view you as a whore, and I won't have you viewing yourself that way. I—I love you Dean—"
"How is that possible?" The Winchester whispered. "How can you do this to me and love me?"
"I already explained this, I did this because I love you."
"Yeah right."
"I—I watched you go through more suffering, betrayal and pain in the last thirty two years than most other humans can withstand in entire lifetimes." Castiel paused and reached out to caress Dean's face lovingly. "I—I couldn't do it anymore. I couldn't watch all of that pain. Not after everything we had been through, I wouldn't allow you to suffer anymore—"
"I chose to live that life Cas!" This is the first time that Dean has raised his voice since Castiel declared himself God. Dean doesn't back down though, he continues to talk as tears begin to run down his face. "It was my life…I wanted to do those things, I wanted to protect those people. I would rather be in pain on Earth than here any day."
Dean finished breathing hard and hot tears were still running down his face as he panted at Castiel.
The new God studied him for a moment before he materialized himself behind Dean. Dean looked to see where he had gone and backed right up into Castiel. He grabbed his arms and moved them roughly to the bed and pushed Dean down with his erection rubbing against the now trembling Winchester's delectable ass.
"I had hoped I wouldn't have to restrain you Dean." He had a pair of golden shackles in his hands instantly and snapped them around Dean's wrists. He struggled briefly before Castiel did something a little unexpected. He smacked Dean right on his ass. What was more unexpected was the reaction he received from the human. He gasped…in pleasure. "Though maybe you enjoy being restrained." Castiel grinned and pressed himself flush against the Winchester and bucked his hips briefly between the perfect crack of those two cheeks.
"No I—" Dean strained to look around at Castiel his face was flushed with humiliation and self-hatred. Castiel wanted none of that.
"Do not lie to me Dean." Castiel raised himself and removed his clothes. "I can see into your soul Dean Winchester and I know what you desire in the truest depths of your heart."
Dean turned from him and mumbled something into the mattress.
"Yes Dean?"
Dean turned to him his eyes were still watering and his voice was hoarse.
"Cas…even if you do this to me…I'm never gonna love you."
That hurt.
Castiel hadn't expected to feel the pain of Dean's words this way, but it truly pained him to hear Dean tell him so simply that he would never get the love form Dean that he felt he deserved. He gripped his human's hip to the point of pain and he gasped out beneath him again.
"That may be true, but I believe it will be difficult for you not to after I'm through with you tonight." Castiel summoned the charm that had once been precious to his human. "Maybe I can persuade you to be a little more inviting though."
He moved his hand so it was right at Dean's eye level and the deep green eyes widened in surprise.
"Wha—what?" the amulet that Sam had given him as a child was resting on the bed right beside him.
"You thought maybe it was lost forever?" Dean was speechless. "You can have it, once I'm finished." He closed his eyes and attempted to turn from him but Castiel gripped the back of his head stopping him. "Your refusal to look at me has given me an idea."
He pulled Dean's head up so he could look in front of him and he saw that all around them were mirrors reflecting Castiel naked and himself with his ass up like he was his bitch in heat. He tried to wrench his head out of Castiel's grip, but he couldn't. He whimpered pathetically before he spoke.
"Cas…please don't do this." He begged pathetically. He saw Castiel smirk above him. Bastard Dean thought inwardly.
"I apologize Dean but I believe this is necessary to make you understand that," he leaned down and whispered into his ear roughly. "You belong to me."
Dean stared at his own terrified reflection.
"Now, let's begin."
Sexiness will be in the next chapter if FF allows it.
If it doesn't it will be on my livejournal
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