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! Seriously! NC-17. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the SN characters. I just love to play with them.

Chapter 3

Dean had no idea where he was going, they had been travelling for hours. The back of the van had no windows and even then he wouldn't be able to see out of the blindfold that was tied too tightly around his head. His arms were tied behind his back, too, with the rope digging harshly into his skin.

He tried his hardest to remove the restraints but only succeeded in making them so tight that the rope nipped and cut his skin. The hunter was disorientated, in between the movement of the vehicle, the blindfold and the painful bonds he couldn't remember how he got there. He had let his guard down around Lucifer, how could he do that? Since when was one moment of confusion and some bad news enough for him to let his guard down?

Dean just shook his head, none of this made sense, not even the bit where he was drove in a van. Why couldn't Lucifer just pop him to wherever they were going. Dean leaned back against the corner he was in to stop himself from falling. He didn't know what to expect and felt completely lost and alone. He was going to be given as a pet to a stranger. So many things ran through his mind on what he would be made to do . . . and what would happen if he didn't.

He was a Winchester. He wouldn't take it. Dean was sure he could escape from wherever he was put and Lucifer could never find him again. Dean was ripped from his thoughts as the van stopped, throwing him forwards.

"We're here!" He heard Lucifer's voice boom as the doors opened, letting in the sunlight that made bright blotches of colour behind the blindfold.

Dean could feel himself being pulled sideways until a moment later when he sighed in relief at having solid ground beneath his feet.

"We don't have all day, Pet." He heard Lucifer mutter next to him as he began to drag him towards their destination. The walk was short and Dean soon found himself being dragged through a door.

"Don't call me that!" Dean snapped, getting no answer. The word made him sick, he would not let them do this, it was inhumane! "Why do I need this fucking blindfold on anyway?" He snapped, sick of falling over anything that got in his way.

"Because I want it to be a secret!" The devil chimed all too happily. Dean just growled angrily to himself as he cautiously stepped forwards, hating relying on his enemy for guidance. He felt the change from hard stone change to plush carpet beneath his feet and soon enough the hunter was told to stop and wait for the devil to return with his supposed master.

That word made Dean even more sick. What kind of control freak with a dominance fetish would want Dean Winchester of all people to call him that? Dean just ignored that thought at the moment. If he could get away now he wouldn't have to find out.

He felt around the room awkwardly, walking backwards and feeling with his bound hands. He was searching for any kind of sharp edge or such that could be used to cut the ropes. Dean walked around the room, hastily feeling around the wall he had reached until he could find anything useful. His hand grasped something that felt like clothes and he tugged experimentally.

"Yes?" He heard the object he held say. Dean jumped forwards, away from the voice and would've landed on his face if an arm hadn't pulled him back up. "What are you doing?" A clearly feminine voice asked me.

"You're a girl." Dean exclaimed, startled. He hadn't known what to expect but she sounded kind of sweet. He wouldn't let his guard down because of it, though, she could be an insane murderer for all he knew.

"10 points to the new guy." The woman muttered sarcastically. "Are you going to answer my question?"

"Well I'm not fucking telling you, you sick bitch!" Dean shouted and tried to move away from his captor.

"Keep it down! Master won't be happy about you screaming the place down."

"Master?-Wait . . . W-who are you?" Dean didn't know if he should be more or less scared, she wasn't the bastard who was going to hold him captive but he didn't know who she was or what she would do and he was in way too much of a defenceless position to fight or even defend himself.

"I'm Claire and who would you be, beautiful?"

"Dean, Dean Winchester." He answered cautiously. He felt a hand shake one of his from behind.

"Nice to finally meet you, Dean." Claire returned in a sweet voice.

"I . . . Are you a . . . worker here?" Dean asked after a moment of hesitation. He had, yet another, plan and all he needed was her cooperation.

"No need to dance around the word, Dean." She laughed. "You'll get used to it soon enough."

"You were kidnapped too?"

"About five months ago." She didn't seem upset about it, Dean noted but he couldn't be sure since he was only going off the sound of her voice.

"Don't you want to get out? Get away from here! All you have to do is untie me."

"Wow, that was a desperate shot. I thought the great Dean Winchester would have a more cunning plan."

"I don't give a fuck right now. Lucifer will be back any minute and then we'll have no chance. Whoever this master creep is I'm not sticking around to find out! So why won't you just untie me?"

"Master's nice, he gives me food and a warm bed and I have the most beautiful garden. I've never had a better life."

The bastard was a guy, that was the most Dean had learnt about his captor and he felt a little better knowing he had been kind to the woman behind him.

"What's he like, then?" Dean pressed, set on getting something from Claire if she wouldn't let him go.

"No, no, no, no. I'm not falling for any of your tricks. You just sit down here and be good." She chastised him and pushed the man until he fell back onto the settee.

Dean grumbled to himself, he was never going to get out. He tried one more time to get out of the rope that bound his hands together, desperate to get out but managing nothing.

Dean jumped back as he heard voices enter the room. One was the distinct voice of Lucifer, the other was . . . impossible. The deep tenor of the voice carried through the room, shaking Dean to his core and making his heart race even faster. It had to be someone else.

"Dean." Lucifer whispered from just a few feet away. " I am going to remove the blindfold and you're going to stay sat down, Yes?" Dean nodded and immediately felt a set of hands removing the cloth from around his eyes.

He had to blink a few times before the bright colours and blurry lines settled enough for him to see the room he was in. The walls were a plain cream with little furniture covering the large expanse. He was sat on a settee in the middle of the room, the same bland colour of the rest of the area.

Dean looked up to see Lucifer, his face now almost unfortunately familiar. He eyes were drawn to movement behind him. He craned his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of the man. He needed to see that it wasn't him.

"Dean." His head automatically turned back to Lucifer at the commanding tone. "Do you want to meet your new master?" A new wave of fear washed over the man on hearing those words. He wasn't actually going to be a slave was he? It wasn't possible. It didn't happen.

Dean closed his eyes, almost close to tears, before shaking his head. He didn't want to see him, he didn't want it to be real. It had to be just another dream, another terrible dream.

"You're going to like him." Lucifer's voice whispered next to him in an attempt to calm the frightened human. Dean felt another presence come to stand In front of him and screwed his eyes closed even tighter.

"Why won't you open your eyes, Pet?" That deep voice asked from too close to him. Dean couldn't answer, he was too shocked. "Just open your eyes." He encouraged the cowering man. Slowly he obeyed, eyes fluttering open to stare in shock at the man in front of him.

Cas hadn't really changed, physically he couldn't but he seemed different. He held himself differently, making his presence overwhelming. Power almost crackled around him and the usually kind face was dark and cruel.

"C-cas?" Dean whispered, unsure. He couldn't be evil, it wasn't possible. He cared for Dean too much to abandon him like that. 'But he did' Dean reminded himself solemnly.

"Good Pet." Cas praised, briefly bringing a hand up to run a finger over his cheek. "Thank you, brother." The angel was overjoyed and didn't even look away from Dean, acting like he had gotten the presents for every holiday combined.

"I'll leave you two alone. Remember our agreement. You have two weeks leave to begin training him before I expect you back."

"I remember."

"Good luck." Lucifer said, looking over at the shell-shocked man. "You're going to need it." He chuckled before disappearing.

"Cas? What's happening?" He asked, lost. Cas always had all the answers.

"I will not punish you tonight as you are confused and don't know any of my rules but I will not stand for you calling me by that name. Are we clear?" Dean nodded, his face comical as he stared at Cas in surprise. He couldn't recall a time when he had ever been that intimidating and demanding, not even when they had first met.

"What do you mean, punish me?" Dean asked carefully, unsure of these 'rules'.

"That is nothing you need to worry about now, Pet. As long as you are good and listen to me I won't need to punish you." Dean gulped, his eyes wide. He was trapped, this mad man stopping the hunter from escaping. He refused to believe this was Cas, Lucifer had done something to him, changed him but he would get Cas back, he had to. He needed his angel to fix this, to comfort him.

Dean looked up into the cold eyes of the monster that called himself Dean's master. He stared back, the hunger in his eyes almost making Dean cower. The dominance that radiated from Castiel was terrifying and the human couldn't help but feel scared.

"We will start your training tomorrow after you have eaten and slept. I'm sure it has been a very distressing day for you. Come on, now. I will show you where you can sleep tonight." Castiel commanded but Dean couldn't move. He didn't want to follow this stranger that claimed to be his friend, the one that abandoned him.

"What about everybody? When can I go home? I don't want to stay here!" Dean almost shouted, he was frustrated. He was being treated like a child. All he wanted to do was go back, stop this from happening.

"Quiet." Castiel ordered, instantly making Dean close his mouth. "You know what has happened to them. You will never go back there, you need to get this into your thick head. You belong to me now and I am not letting you go. Now come with me, I may not want to punish you but if you blatantly go against my wishes I will not tolerate it, understood?" Dean nodded, his body shaking.

The man slowly got up, struggling with the rope that still bound his wrists, the exhaustion quickly taking a toll on his body.

"Good." Castiel praised for the second time that night. "Would you like me to remove the rope?" Dean nodded his head enthusiastically, at least it would allow him to defend himself. "Well say please, Pet, there's no reason for you forget your manners."

Dean stayed silent, it was stupid. A small shred of his dignity was nothing compared to having use of his arms but Dean knew that if he did say it he would get another 'good boy' and that was definitely something he needed to avoid. He wasn't a boy and didn't plan on doing anything not necessary for his survival.

"Have it your way." Castiel finally said, not angry or upset at all. He just began to walk away again. "Hurry up or you will sleep on the floor." The angel warned before walking away, sure that Dean would follow.

The man thought for a minute before hastily walking to catch up with his captor. He had been promised food and a bed. Dean could rest and figure out a plan in the morning. He struggled to catch up, his bound hands compromising his balance but finally reached a room in the maze of corridors.

It was just as plain as the rest of the house with whitewash walls and just a single bed, small table and lamp for furniture. It was probably the nicest place he had been in months.

"Here's the food you wanted, Master." A voice sounded from the doorway, tearing Castiel's gaze from Dean. It was the first time Dean had actually seen the woman who he presumed was being imprisoned here as he was. She was different to how Dean had imagined her with her long blonde hair and a kind smile that graced her beautiful face.

There was something off, though, she only looked around 25 but seemed older, her smile was weary and her steel eyes were sad. He knew that look, the one of someone that had seen too much, things that others couldn't imagine. Dean couldn't help but wonder what her story was.

"Thanks Claire." He responded shortly, taking the tray. It had a couple of sandwiches and a bowl of soup on it. Dean was already salivating at the smell of the warm soup. He realised just how long it had been since he had last eaten and the hunter was ravenous.

Castiel placed the tray on the table and Dean realised his problem. He would need he hands to be free for him to eat.

"Please." Dean whispered, giving in.

"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" The monster asked as he went to untie Dean. "There is a bathroom through there if you need it. I expect you in bed before ten and you will not need to leave this room, is that clear."

"Yeah." Dean answered sheepishly.

"Good. Now finish all of your meal. Claire worked hard on making you feel welcome." With that he disappeared, shutting the door behind him. Dean didn't even bother to try it, he was too tired to get far, even if the door was unlock and there was no one guarding him.

Instead he just pulled the tray onto his lap. There was no point in letting good food go to waste. He picked up one of the sandwiches and took a tentative bite. Deeming it was safe and tasty, Dean tucked in, feasting like a starved man until there was none left and his full stomach demanded that he slept.

Dean was reluctant to leave himself so vulnerable while he slept but had little choice as his eyelids began to feel heavier and heavier. He pulled himself under the covers, feeling warm and sated as he fell asleep.

OXOXOX

Castiel was plotting. It wasn't something that he did often, that was Lucifer's job but he needed a plan to tame the hunter as soon as possible. It was just like his brother to make such a big thing a surprise, leaving Castiel completely unprepared to take care of such a delicate mind. He would have to be careful if he was going to keep Dean as his pet.

It would be like walking on a tightrope if he went a little too far one way he would lose control of the man and would never be able to train him but if he went the other way it would be worse. Dean's mind was so fragile, so close to cracking that one false move could break him. He didn't want a broken toy. He wanted a loyal servant, one that was willing to follow because that's what he believed was right, not because he was afraid or mad.

The angel could hear the soft breathing of the sleeping man and smiled. He wanted the hunter, he could hardly wait but he knew it was worth it. Soon the human would beg for his touch and he would give it. Castiel couldn't wait to tie him down, make him scream and he would have plenty of opportunities to. He expected a fight from his hunter and every time he got one it was time for Castiel to play.

The angel's body responded to his thoughts, the picture of Dean spread eagle, red welts covering his chest from where he had been struck, his body helpless for him to do as he pleased. Quite early in his time with Lucifer Castiel had learnt how much he enjoyed torture, in ways he couldn't imagine and he couldn't wait to make the image a reality. He had everything he needed to train his pet apart from one thing.

It would be easy to obtain. He needed something that helped him to pinpoint Dean's location. At the moment he couldn't feel where he was and Castiel needed to be able to keep track of him. A few breakouts were not beyond his pet.

Castiel knew Lucifer had what he needed. It was a clever item. Lucifer had created it to disable any demon or angel that questioned him. Castiel had witnessed it's effects, anyone forced to wear the object was as helpless as a human and their tongues quickly loosened. It would work just as well to make the sigils that were carved on Dean's ribs useless.

Castiel set off, wanting to be back as soon as possible. He didn't want to leave Dean alone for too long. Even with Claire there he didn't want to risk the hunter coming up with some crazy plan.

He appeared in Lucifer's house. It was quite similar to Castiel's, unnecessarily large and complicated, just to show how much power and wealth he had. Castiel thought it to be a bit extravagant but couldn't complain. The man had given him everything.

"Castiel, come to see me already? Is Dean causing you problems?" The devil sniggered as he walked into the room.

"Dean is resting. I don't think you should underestimate my ability to control the man."

"Look, you know I was against the idea of you keeping him and that's because you have too much history. You said yourself that it was your duty to protect him. How am I supposed to believe you won't spoil him, that you will actually train him instead of treating him as your equal?"

"Because I know Dean wouldn't accept that. He could never accept me as we both are now but I can teach him to accept it, to want me. It's what I want and as you have learnt; I always get what I want."

"Do you want him to love you?"

"That is not something I can force. It will either happen or it won't, either way I have got what I want." He answered. Deliberately avoiding his answer. "I didn't come here to chat. I would like to use the collar."

"Of course. I haven't had to use it in a while anyway, things are going quite smoothly on the front line." Castiel smiled. They had worked hard and the world was finally settling. Struggles were becoming less common and weaker by the day.

Lucifer disappeared for a second before reappearing in the same spot, this time he was swinging a collar round on his finger. Castiel didn't really like that Lucifer had made the item a collar. It could have been anything; a bracelet or a ring but his brother enjoyed marking his pets, showing that he owned them.

Castiel didn't really understand that, it wasn't that he collar was ugly. It was only the thickness of an average dog collar and was simply made of black leather, was irremovable and had a small metal D ring on it. Castiel didn't want to know why.

"Thanks." He replied smoothly, ready to fly off when he stopped. "And thanks-For not killing him." He added awkwardly.

"Don't worry about it." Lucifer smiled as Castiel flew off. He was sure that if anyone could subdue the hunter it was Castiel. It hadn't been long since he had taken the lost angel under his wing yet he already saw such potential. His soul, his grace was dark. It was scarred and it had created something beautiful.

Lucifer knew he hadn't fully coaxed out the dark creature, hadn't brought him to his full potential, but he knew if anyone could, it was Dean Winchester.

I know it took a long time (I did warn you) and a lot of people are following this but just believe me when I say I will never give up on a fic! I just can't believe it's been so long, where did the time go? This update is truly just to say I will not give up (I hate those author's notes!) so I'm sorry if it's a bit disappointing.

For all of you sick people that are saying that Dean will never act like this . . . the shock is soon going to wear off.

And thanks for all of the reviews, every single one puts a smile on my face.

And just a quick response...

InuChan7979:- Cas is the big boss fighter that goes out to deal with any resistances and keeps the demons in line . . . As for Lucifer, I didn't dare ask what he does, I value my life ;)