Abused: Chapter 2

WARNINGS: SEXUAL/MATURE CONTENT AHEAD!

The light shone through the bedroom window causing Dean to jolt out of bed "argh sonofabitch". he groaned looking to the clock it read 10.34am, he groaned even louder turning to see if Cas was still there,he was perfectly sound asleep hugging his pillow. He grinned as he watched his lover sleep.

"So perfect"he whispered running a hand through his hair. He pulled himself out of bed,letting out a yawn as he headedthrough to the kitchen luckily it was just next door, a definate caffinine boost was inevitable to get him through the day, rubbing his eyes he yawned again and turned on the tv to the news putting the kettle on. He glanced up at the tv and frowned turning up the volume via remote as something caught his attention "sick bastards-"

"whats that?"

Dean glanced up as Cas came through "oh nothing,you know same old human on human violence as per usual."

"Its human nature Dean,I guess some people are just born killers."he shrugged.

"Hey my line of work calls for killing,doesn't mean im going to go around killing for no reason."
Cas raised an eyebrow "yeah but your not a murderer Dean,you save the world everyday."

Dean smiled weakly as he tried to defend him "thanks Cas but I am,I mean think about it,all those demons I've killed,they've all been possessed by humans."

Castiel sighed gently stroking his stubbly cheek "your not a bad guy Dean, okay remember that,you are NOTHING like those people"pointing to the tv screen now. "Now you go meet your brother,then get your sexy ass back here,cause I got a surprise for you when you get back"he winked seductively.

Dean raised an eyebrow intrigued "Oh well I do like surprised,except for that one time when you tried to give me a lapdance for my birthday,that failed miserably"he laughed.

Castiel smirked "oh don't you worry baby,its not as hardcore as that,but I guarentee that you'll like it."

"Well I look forward to it,i'll see you later."he gave him a kiss then hurried out the door.

4 hours later

Castiel put the finishes touches to the table which he spent about 2 hours trying to set. He nodded finally satisifed, he turned on the tv and put on the dvd,then lit a few candles hearing in the keys in the lock "shit"he cursed under his breath not really prepared,but settled for what he had.

Dean slowly came through the door and quietly locked it not saying a word to Cas as he looked up.

"Oh your home,did you have a good time?"

Dean kept his head down giving him the silent treatment, he staggered past him throwing himself to the sofa rubbing his forehead.

Castiel looked down at his boyfriend confused,he noticed his little stagger,jeez it was only 3pm "you drunk,did things not go so well?"he asked quietly.

"Not now Cas"he muttered quietly, he put his head back against the sofa feeling the whole room spinning.

"Look maybe I can help,if you just tell me what happened" he took a seat beside him looking up at him concerned,usually family meetings didnt turn out like planned for him but it never usually resulted in Dean getting drunk at this hour, he put a supportive hand on his thigh rubbing it gently "you want to talk about it baby?"

Dean pushed his head forward, he frowned putting his head to the side an irritated look on his face "D-Don't call me baby,you know I hate that."

"I'm sorry."

Dean pulled himself away "just fuck off will you, i'm not in the mood for you."

Castiel looked up sadly,a little hurt by that,but he knew this was the alcohol talking,it would all be okay when he was sober, and hopefully he would be willing to share whatever was bothering him,he rolled his eyes "I guess i'll just see you tomorrow then when you've sobered up."he pulled himself up only to be grabbed back down again.

Dean tugged at his wrists roughly "just shut up...I want you so fucking badly right now."

Castiel groaned pushing him away "NO..no not like this,not when your drunk,we'll do this in the morning"

Dean grabbed his other wrist throwing him down to the sofa,he swung his legs round Castiels hips keeping him locked down on the sofa "What I thought you had surprise for me..this is what I want."

Castiel groaned using his strength to push Dean off him again "DEAN..STOP IT,your drunk not now."but it was already too late,he heard the zipper on his jeans come loose,the agression in Deans behavior terrifying him "Dean" he breathes "please". He closes his eyes,the hold that he had over him too strong to fight off.

Dean rips his jeans off quickly and with ease,slapping Cas hard across the face "Don't make me hurt you"he glared his eyes so full of rage.

"Dean...don't do this please"he begged,not strong enough to push away from him,it was a weakness.

Dean manoeavered Cas onto his stomach the sofa causing some discomfort to him,but then he didnt care right now,still having him pinned down, he pulled his own jeans down and then his boxers invading his lovers entrance without any form of consent.

Cas cried out painfully as the tightness of the invasion caused his chest to expand,feeling like all the air in his lungs had popped like a balloon. "No-"he cried out breathlessly closing his eyes once more.

Dean thrusted hard and rough into Castiel the dominance over him sending him over the edge,clawing at Castiels back picking up the pace with each thrust rolling into his hips,punishing him further.

Castiel choked trying to pull himself away from him,tears blinding him as the pain became too much "NO...No..please stop...Dean." he really should just shut him mouth because the more he struggled the more he punished him.

Dean grabbed his hair yanking his head back,almost snapping his neck out of place "don't be such a fucking baby"he slammed his head down against the arm rest,pounding into him harder now.

Castiel let out a soft cry,feeling dizzy now,this wasn't Dean,this wasn't the man he loved.

Dean finally pulled himself out of him and got changed "fucking whore"he muttered under his breath,quick to change leaving him alone there to attend to himself.

Castiel lay for a moment trembling unable to comprend What the fuck just happened?

He slowly pulled himself up and curled up feeling blood mixed with sweat trickling down his forehead, he looked up slowly hearing their bedroom door slam tears in his eyes still.

The dizziness feeling overwhelming,he forced himself up his whole body shaking in agony, making his way to the bathroom collapsing against the sink,looking at his reflection in the mirror he felt ashamed,he attended to the cut on the top of his head wiping away the blood and covered it up with a clear plaster,he then reached into the medical cabinet pulling out some painkillers downing two with water then returned to the living room,cleaning up trying to control the sobs that seemed to take over,everything feeling numb. The night he had planned was completely ruined.