Angel's Pet
This will contain non-con, dark themes, beatings, slash Cas/Dean and a master/slave relationship, BDSM I guess. Really dark. If it offends you, don't read! Really serious stuff, not for kiddies!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the SN characters. I just love to play with them.
Chapter 2
Dean just frowned as he slowly and meticulously cleaned the sharp knife in his hand. It had been quiet for the last few days, no alerts, not even a stray had walked past their base. Dean was suspicious even though he had been told time and time again by his brother that nothing could get in.
Sam didn't know why his brother was so on edge. Maybe they had given up looking for them, it's not like their group was a threat. They were barely surviving on what they had, losing men all the time to illness and battle. They were probably waiting for them to die out instead of wasting their time and resources trying to kill them. Sam sighed as he looked over at his brother who was sat on a crate, completely on edge.
Sometimes he worried about him. The things his brother had been through would have sent any man crazy a long time ago and he knew their position had taken a toll on his older brother. He felt it as well, like they were sat waiting for death to come to them. The helplessness of it all and that's what affected Dean the most. He always had to be out there, on the front line, protecting people. If he wasn't, if he couldn't protect them, he would snap too easily.
That's when the shrill noise sounded through the building. The fire alarm which they used to signal an attack on the base. Everyone moved quickly, either to grab a weapon or to hide in the shelter, if you were unfit to fight or a child like they had practiced so many times. Sam ran to the entrance, ready to guard their fort. He was joined by many others, all of them gripping their weapons tightly. Sam looked over to see his brother who stood next to him and gave him a quick I-told-you-so glare before turning back to the ranks.
"Right people, this isn't a drill. You all know what's happening and to hell with it if we don't go down fighting." Dean addressed them all, calm and commanding.
After a quick discussion they decided that two or three would stay behind, just in case something got through their defences and the rest piled out through the side doors. Sam and Dean both led their army round to where the demons were spotted and froze.
There were at least a dozen stood there waiting but that wasn't what made them freeze. It was what they were waiting for. There were some humans there, all of them destroying the symbols that prevented the monsters' entry.
"Quick, get back inside, we need to help the others!" Dean whispered urgently and they all retreated back into the hide out.
"What are we gonna do?" One of them asked as they all waited for the doors to open and the monsters to get in.
"We fight." Sam whispered. "The best we can. Try not to hurt any of the other people and take down as many demons as you can." Dean didn't say anything, he shuffled on his feet restlessly and swivelled to knife in his hand around. This was it, no one was going to say it but they knew. They were going to die.
There were no goodbyes as the world outside them went silent. No one warned the children and their protectors in the hope they would stay hidden and safe. Everyone stopped for a moment as they heard a thunderous crack as the door was forced open, letting light flow into the dusty building.
Next came the monsters. They filed in through the door, quickly being confronted by one of the humans but it wasn't enough. Soon the warehouse became a battlefield. Men were everywhere fighting for their lives. Sam and Dean were no different. Sam was struggling with a huge gash in his arm as he attempted to defend himself from his two attackers. Dean had already killed three of them and was running around the battlefield, helping those in need. He could see the dead bodies of his fallen comrades but didn't stop for them. He had to save the rest.
Everything was a blur of shouting and fighting, people falling to the floor some dead, some not. Dean ran through the building, he had lost Sam. He stared through the smoke from gunshots and fires that had been started but saw nothing.
It all went silent for a moment, all fighting stopped, the demons had won. Dean was the only one left standing on his side and then he saw him. Sam, the blood was pouring from the wounds in his chest as he lay motionless on the floor.
Dean ran to his brother, ignoring the danger around him, his feet felt like lead and his whole body seemed to cry out at the thought of his brother being dead.
"Sammy are you okay. Talk to me!" He cried as he shook the unresponsive body. "Sammy, I love you. You can't die." He whispered and held his brother closer, covering his own body in the blood that soaked through his clothes but the older Winchester didn't notice or care as he held his brother in the hope he would wake up and laugh at him and call him a jerk.
Dean didn't even notice as the demons approached him. He felt the hard blow to his head before everything went black.
OXOXOX
Dean woke up in an unfamiliar room with a terrible headache. He rolled over and moaned in pain as all of his joints and muscles complained at the movement. His head fell backwards, hitting the hard concrete floor and sending painful shocks through his body, finally forcing him to sit up.
The hunter struggled with the last bit as he could feel the tight rope digging into his skin of his wrists, limiting his movement significantly. He pulled the ties experimentally but they were tight and he knew he couldn't get out of them quickly.
It took a moment for Dean to take in his surroundings but he knew he was in a cell-like room. The room was small and dark with only a dim, filthy lamp in the corner to light it. Sat next to it, on an old, battered chair was a man. He couldn't see his face behind the glare of the lamp but was instantly on edge. He couldn't defend himself or even run. He just watched the silhouette cautiously as it shifted in the seat.
"Dean, finally!" The man sighed happily as he finally looked at him. "I didn't think you would be awake in time for you to be given as a present for your new master. He really hates having to wait for anything and I promised him he could have you this afternoon." Dean just stared in complete shock, not understanding any of the words he spoke. Instead he concentrated on removing the rope, in the hope he could fight away his captor. "And I'm sorry about the bindings. I find them quite unnecessary but I hear the demons had some trouble getting you here."
The man walked past him and skilfully removed the rope from around Dean's wrists but Dean was too brain-dead to follow the action. Instead the man fought to understand what was happening. He was free to attack but was sure it wouldn't do any good, otherwise the person would have left him tied up.
It took Dean a minute to recognise the man from his voice as he had only heard it once. Suddenly it hit him, "Lucifer." He said weakly. "Where the fuck is my brother?" That was the first thing he needed to know, what had happened to him, was he all right, where was he? The questions buzzed through his overloaded head.
"He's dead, Dean. Just like the rest of them. You're the only one that survived. On my orders of course." Dean's head was spinning and it hurt so much he couldn't concentrate on what the devil said.
Lucifer noticed the ex-hunter's confusion and reached forward to relieve him of his headache. He needed him in full form anyway, it was going to be a rough night for the new pet. Dean flinched back from the fallen's touch but Lucifer quickly prevented him from moving, knowing he would be trouble if he didn't.
The relief washed over Dean as he felt the pain in his head ebb away. The moment of content was short lived as he remembered he other's words. Sammy was dead. Dean felt helpless, like he wanted to cry but he couldn't, he was just too shocked so he just sat there, unsure of what to do.
Lucifer watched the man's inner struggle, the hitch of his breath and honestly felt sorry for him. The devil had felt bad for a long time after damning his brother, sometimes he still missed him.
"Don't worry about him, Dean. You have us now." He cooed as he went to kneel beside the young human.
"What did you mean, my new master?" He whispered as he looked up at the demon, looking lost and broken.
"I don't think you fully understand the situation, yet, Dean. You've been captured and you are going to make the perfect pet for someone very close to me so don't give them too hard a time." He chuckled.
"Who is it?" Dean asked, not knowing what else to say, he couldn't fight, he didn't even think he could move. All he could think about was his brother, lying on the floor, covered in blood.
"Ah, that is a surprise! I hope you like it."
"As long as it's not Crowley . . . or Meg." He muttered, shaken by the news so much he couldn't think straight.
"No, I wouldn't waste someone like you on such scum." He huffed. "But we must get you cleaned up. I can't take you looking like that." It made Dean aware of himself, the blood of his brother that soaked his shirt and was dried on his skin. The cold feeling made shivers run up Dean's spine.
He grabbed at his shirt, not knowing what it would achieve, just knowing it was the last part of his brother he would ever see.
"The shower is through there." The devil said, pulling the man out of his thoughts. Dean slowly stood up and shuffled to the showers numbly, not knowing what to do. He stripped in a daze and carefully held the torn, bloodied shirt to his face before unwillingly setting it down.
The hot spray on Dean's back helped him think as he washed. He had to get out. If Lucifer thought he could be given away as a slave to anyone without a fight he was in for a big surprise, Dean decided. He got out of the shower and dried himself off, wondering for a moment what he was going to wear before spotting some clothes that had replaced his battered ones.
He was upset to be parted with the shirt but tried not to dwell on it. He had to concentrate on getting out first, had to save himself before he could think of Sammy. He pulled on the clothes, which fit him snugly and were similar to what he would usually wear with the jeans and black T-shirt.
"All done?" He was asked by Lucifer in a friendly tone as he walked out and instantly didn't trust it. The devil had to be up to something. Whatever this monster was that was supposed to be his new master-Dean shivered at the thought of that word- was going to be evil. He had to get out before he got there, or he had no chance.
Lucifer watched as the man unconsciously sat beside him on the small sofa. He knew the pet was planning and plotting his escape but he needn't bother. He would never let someone he worked so hard to obtain just slip out of his fingers.
Without any warning that would cause Dean to struggle Lucifer reached round to hold the man. With the first touch he was sent into a deep sleep and the devil handled the delicate creature carefully as he lay him on the sofa to rest. The fallen angel stared almost compassionately at the human, all worry fell from his face in the deep dreamless sleep. He honestly wished Castiel would keep him around. He was beginning to understand his obsession with the man.
OXOXOX
The problem for Castiel was that he got bored too easily. It wasn't even that he had so little to do lately, he was getting used to that, it was that he had no one around. Before he was constantly harassed by angels or by the Winchesters and even if he managed a rare moment alone Jimmy would still be there with his reassuring presence. Now he had none of that. Jimmy had all but abandoned him. After everything he had done Jimmy had retreated to the far corners of his mind, trying to escape the monster that had possessed him.
Castiel secretly loved the days Lucifer brought him a pet to play with. At first he would be nice, get to know them, let them become comfortable. Then it depended on his mood; if he was feeling generous and the person was interesting they would talk for hours before he had sex with them. Once or twice they had been willing which was a nice change of pace.
Most of the time he liked to play with them, though. Many only lasted a few days from his treatment, humans were so fragile. Castiel sighed again, What was taking his brother so long, it had been three days. He usually had a new one by now.
Maybe he could use Jack, he wasn't really there for that job and was just about learning how to work well. Castiel also knew he'd fade quick, he was scared to death of him and would never put up a fight. Where was the fun in that?
Admittedly the angel would never touch his other slave, Claire. She was a good worker, she knew to stay clear of him when he was in a bad mood, to never question him. She was an optimistic presence to have in the house and didn't care about what he did. She'd grown up rough, seen bad stuff and as long as she was cared for, never complained.
Castiel flicked through the channels for the nth time that day and, as expected, there was still nothing on. He sighed, yet again as he fidgeted restlessly.
"Jack!" He barked, followed swiftly by the boy racing into the room.
"Y-yes Master?" He said in such a way that the angel almost expected him to salute, too.
"I really need you to go and grab me a long weight. I was thinking about hanging something in the garden but it really needs it. If it's not too much trouble, I mean."
"Of course, it's no trouble. I m-mean I like to get out anyway . . ." He gushed as he backed out of the door.
"Seriously, a 'long weight'?" Castiel heard a voice behind me as soon as he had left.
"Too much?" He turned to smile at the woman behind me. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a bun and her steel grey eyes stared into his vibrant blue ones.
"I actually was thinking we should get some tartan paint for the walls, Master."
He just rolled his eyes at her cheerfully. "Is there anything you actually want?"
"Yeah, Master Lucifer called and said he's got a present for you and is coming down later today."
"Thanks, Claire." And with that she disappeared out the back door, presumably to do some gardening. It was her favourite pastime when there wasn't any work to do. He flicked through the channels again, finding nothing and growled in frustration. The day was probably going to take even longer now he knew he had a present.
Castiel was also curious. Sure, Lucifer would pop by with a new pet or to say hi but never got him a 'present'. He wondered if it actually was another person or a material item for him. He couldn't think of anything-or anyone-he would want as a present. Except Dean. Castiel growled again, he knew he shouldn't indulge in such fantasies.
He knew Dean was self-centred and cocky and not to mention completely homophobic. Even if he could, Lucifer would never let him keep Dean. His brother hated his attraction to the hunter and had tried very hard to make him forget his past. He couldn't though, it's not like he regretted joining Lucifer, he didn't. It was the good times he experienced with the humans that he missed, their strange humour and carefree attitude. Even though his hunter was annoying and full of himself, the man was still his.
Castiel wandered into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. Claire called it extreme boredom eating. He called it a distraction. The angel routed through the fridge and cupboards looking for something good. He could call Claire in to cook something, she was very good at it but couldn't stand waiting for anything to cook at the moment.
Eventually he settled on a giant pack of crisps and dip and fell back onto the sofa with it. As he ate he scanned the channels one more time, still finding nothing to watch. He sighed deeply and threw the remote onto the table. An involuntary glance at the clock made Castiel growl, it had been five minutes since he got the news.
It was going to be a long day.
Wow, I got quite a good response for the first chapter so I gonna try and continue with this fic! Probably to the relief of a few of you out there hehe.
But leave a comment! Or Cas might get bored . . . and you're next ;)