Angel's Pet

This will contain swearing, 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 4

Dean woke up in an unfamiliar room. He instantly knew something was wrong, there was no screaming of children playing early in the morning and the bed was too comfortable. He opened his eyes, attempting to shake off the drowsiness that was blocking his memory.

Dean sat up, slowly remembering the room and how he got there. Guilt and panic hit him hard as he began to recall the events of the past day, Two? He couldn't remember, it was all a blur of pain confusion but he knew one thing, staying wasn't an option.

He jumped out of the bed, unsure of what time it was. There was no window or clock that could give him a clue but Dean was sure there was a good chance it was late at night. Unless there were guards he would have no problem escaping.

The hunter held himself up against the door waiting silently for any sign of life on the other side. When he was assured nothing could be heard, he opened the door a crack, making sure it didn't creak. There didn't seem to be any sign of life on the long corridor that lead from the cell-like room. Dean quickly slipped out into the deserted area, all senses on edge as he travelled down the seemingly endless stretch of room.

There seemed to be no other exits in the large, complicated house. Dean was getting desperate, claustrophobia settling in as the windowless walls seemed to get narrower and narrower.

"Don't panic, don't panic. You've been in worse situations than this." He fell against a wall, screwing his eyes shut as he tried to reassure himself.

After a moment he opened his eyes, knowing it would be stupid to let his guard down. The best bet would be back through the door he came in. Dean set off again, trying to remember the twists and turns he took and doing the direct opposite.

Nothing seemed to be changing when the corridor suddenly opened into a large living area. Dim light was pouring in through the large windows, illuminating the white room and revealing it was early morning. Dean vaguely recognised it as the room he had been in the night before and he had a good look round, hoping to find an item he could use to defend himself.

Dean slammed the next drawer shut in agitation, there was nothing! He wandered into the next room, carelessly believing there was no one around as he continued the hunt for a weapon. The hunter froze, hoping he hadn't made any sound. Castiel was sat at the table in the kitchen, luckily with his back from the man.

Dean slowly backed up, willing the angel to not notice him.

"Good morning, Pet." Dean heard him call. "Are you going to come and have breakfast." The voice was almost welcoming, almost kind but he knew that wasn't Castiel. It was just a monster trying to trick him. Dean turned quickly, he could still find a way out. He ran down into another corridor, trapping himself in the endless maze in his desperation. Dean gasped, trying to control his panicked breaths. He could hear steps behind him and stumble as he tried to speed up.

Dean began kicking as soon as he felt a hand grasp him, he couldn't give in without a fight. He was lifted off his feet, kicking and punching, hoping to land a shot in his panic but the monster's grasp never loosened.

"Stop, now."

Dean heard the order but it just forced him to hit harder as he got closer to exhaustion. He could taste blood from where he had head butted the angel and his whole body hurt from the exertion.

"I said stop. You're going to hurt yourself." He heard the voice again but this time Dean's hands were pulled behind his back, twisted into an uncomfortable position as he was pushed against a wall. Dean struggled, unable to get away and eventually stopped his kicking, knowing it was getting him nowhere.

Castiel didn't say anything for a few minutes, allowing his pet sometime to calm down. He watched as, inch by inch, he relaxed into the wall, admitting his defeat. Castiel smirked, slowly loosening his grasp on the man's hands, offering him a chance to escape but the man didn't move from the wall.

The angel gently turned the man so his back was against the wall, treating as if he was an animal that would be easily startled. The hunter was staring hatefully into those blue eyes, refusing to give in to the creature.

"Are you going to come with me this time?" The angel asked patiently, not allowing himself to become angry over his pet's behaviour.

"Fuck you." The man snarled back, spitting blood in the creature's face. Maybe the angel would get angry and kill him, that would be better than living through another moment of this hell.

Instead the angel inspected his pet calmly, wiping the filth from his cheek without a thought. He had hoped to refrain from punishing his pet for at least this morning but he had crossed a line and needed to be corrected.

"Last chance, don't fight and your punishment will not be so severe." Castiel warned, hoping the hunter would take the offer.

"What don't you understand about the words 'fuck you', Cas?" The hunter hissed in a cold venomous voice. He instantly regretted it, feeling the ground disappear from beneath him as he was lifted like a child. Dean couldn't fight, Castiel was holding him to his chest, preventing the man from doing more than wriggling in his grasp.

It was only a few minutes later when Dean was finally placed down, instantly realising his fatal mistake. If he had agreed to follow Cas he would have known how to get back to the main room but now he was lost. They were in yet another corridor, the only difference in this one was the lack of any natural light and the walls were a darker cream instead of white.

Four doors led off the short hallway with a set of stairs leading up into the main house, Dean noted. He would bet money that this was the basement. He allowed himself to be urged into one of the rooms, giving up on fighting for the moment. He needed to save his energy, wait for the perfect time.

The room wasn't small, it would comfortably fit a double bed with anything a luxury bedroom needed if it was ever converted into one but Dean was sure that wasn't was it was designed for. The cream walls and sufficient lighting held back the initial ideas that it was a torture chamber but on closer inspection you could spot the rings bolted to the walls and ceiling that sent a shudder down Dean's spine.

Dean spotted Castiel lock the door behind him before he walked past Dean and into the room. He walked to the back corner, pulling away an area that seemed to be part of the wall. The monster walked through what was revealed to be a door and Dean heard the sound of rummaging before he reappeared, slotting the piece of was back into place.

"You have caused me a problem, Pet," the angel sighed as if he was upset. "I hoped that you would be good so that I could explain to you the situation. Now I realise it was a bit of a foolish thought." He smirked as he approached the human, an unknown object nestled in his hands.

"No shit." Dean joked, not caring about the consequences, the least he could do was wind Cas up. There was no escaping now.

"Don't worry Pet-"

"It's Dean." The hunter cut in, refusing to cooperate in any way. "Not 'Pet', D-E-A-N. Dean." The man repeated.

"No, you are mine and so I get to call you what I want. A name is a privilege, not a right." Castiel explained. "Hold out your arms."

Dean thought about it, the item in his hands were probably some form of restraints. He knew the monster would tie him anyway but hated the idea of making it easier for him. Instead Dean smirked, clasping his hands behind his back in a childish form of defiance.

Castiel let an evil grin spread across his lips at the expected reaction, moving behind his pet and grabbing his arms faster than the human could pull them away, securing his arms behind his back with the cuffs.

Dean pulled away from his touch, managing to overbalance and fall forwards. The hunter reflexively turned, luckily landing on his side as he hit the stone floor, crying out in pain as his shoulder took the brunt of the impact.

Dean awkwardlyshuffled against the wall, as far away from the angel as the room would allow. "Take them off you fucking coward!" He screamed. "Fight me!"

Castiel swallowed back a sad sigh, wanting his pet to see reason. He was being predictably dramatic and hurting himself more than necessary. He walked over to the cowering man, kneeling beside him and placing a hand on his leg in what he hoped to be a comforting gesture.

"Don't touch me you son of a bitch." Dean snarled, pulling away from the hand. The next moment the other hand struck his cheek, the loud smack echoing off the walls. Dean sat in shocked silence, not at the pain, the light sting hardly registering, but at the degrading act.

"Never talk to me like that." Castiel warned, "and never deny my touch." His hand came up, stroking the reddened cheek. Dean flinched slightly before falling still, deeming it an insignificant gesture. "Not so hard, is it?" Castiel said softly as he stroked his pet's cheek.

Dean sighed in relief when Castiel grew bored of petting him, it was humiliating that he couldn't stop the creature from touching him, no matter how much it disgusted him.

"Are you hungry Pet?" Castiel asked, his head tilting in the same way it used to. Dean had to look away, block the resemblance from his mind. He refused to believe that this was the same man he cared for, had dreamt of for months after he had abandoned them.

Dean ignored him, expecting pain for his disobedience but not caring. Instead he felt the angel stand up and resisted the urge to look at him.

"Look at me." Castiel said, his tone demanding. Dean lifted his head, his eyes focused on his chest. "I got you a present. I really shouldn't give it to you with all the trouble you have caused this morning but I'm sure I can forgive you, just this once."

"There is no fucking way in hell I am wearing that." Dean said as soon as he caught a glimpse of the collar. It was a strip of black leather, a steel clip on each end to hold it together and Dean promised that it was never going around his neck.

Castiel had to avoid biting teeth as he struggled to fit the collar onto his pet, eventually holding him still with one hand in his hair. The angel sighed in relief when he heard the snap of the collar closing on the man's neck, Dean falling still in his defeat.

The collar fit comfortably, not strangling the hunter but not loose enough to rub against the sensitive flesh. Castiel took a step back, admiring how good Dean looked, the collar a perfect sign that he was owned. The angel concentrated, feeling the presence of his hunter for the first time in too long.

"Beautiful." He whispered, catching the attention of the humiliated man.

"Sick bastard." He spat back.

"Would you like to hear the rules now? If you listen I will give you some time alone." The angel offered, hoping the trade was fair enough that his pet would consider it.

Castiel barely held back the gleeful smile at the slight nod of his pet's head before sitting across from him. Deciding that things were going well enough, Castiel removed the handcuffs from Dean. He was prepared for the chance of Dean attacking but couldn't suppress the proud feelings as he watched the man settle into a comfortable position as he rubbed his sore wrists.

Dean's hand came up to the collar, he didn't care if it was comfortable, he could feel the pressure resting against his throat as it acted as a constant reminder. Dean tugged experimentally at the accessory, correctly predicting it wouldn't budge

"I am the only one that can remove it." Castiel informed him, earning a hateful glare.

"Well?" Dean pushed. He had been promised time alone, time to plan. If Castiel thought he was cooperating it would lull him into a false sense of security and make it easier to escape.

"You have to understand that you are here for my pleasure. You are my pet and I expect you to follow my every command without question, one day you are going to call me Master and be loyal to me." Castiel said. It was only fair he told him at the beginning, even though it was a shock now, Dean would know what the angel expected of him and come to terms with it faster. "Don't worry about everything now, it would be a miracle for you to accept it all now, I don't expect you to."

"How long do I have?" Dean asked immediately, choosing to ignore the information.

"I'll come back in three hours with some lunch." Castiel promised, watching the man closely for any signs that he was unstable in anyway but finding no reason to worry about him. His pet would be fine, Dean Winchester had survived so much worse, he thought almost sadly as he left the room.

Dean waited for a few moments until he was sure his captor had left before leaping into action. First he went to the back of the empty room, if he could get through the door in the wall there might be a way out. Dean ran his fingers along the edge of the wall, searching for something that made the door open and finding nothing. It was like the door hadn't even existed.

Dean kicked the wall in aggravation, the room was created to drive him crazy! Dean ran across the room, set on kicking the main door, too. His foot hit against the handle, expecting to inflict little damage when the door flew open, banging loudly as it slammed against the wall.

Dean stood still in shock, this was either a trick or Cas had forgotten to lock the door. Both of them were believable ideas but either way the crash would have alerted someone in the house that he had gotten out.

Dean waited and waited but there was no sign of anyone coming to check on him. Once he was sure, he cautiously walked from the basement, his feet taking each step slowly and carefully. The door at the top of the stairs was open, too. Could he still be so clueless about human contraptions?

Dean found himself walking through the corridors once again, lost and hoping to find an escape. He carefully poked his head round the next corner, not wanting to run into his kidnapper. Dean's heart soared at the sight in front of him.

A huge wooden door stood in his way, coloured panes of glass filtering the bright sunlight into the hallway. Dean stepped forward, not letting himself get excited. The door could be locked, it could be alarmed or there could be demon guards on the other side, waiting to catch him.

His hand curled around the cool metal of the handle, pulling it down silently and meeting no resistance. Finally, the door flew open, revealing a beautiful garden with a stone path leading straight out to a road, away from the house forever.

Dean set of sprinting, his feet crunching on the pebbles as he ran from his prison. He just needed to hide, Castiel could never find him again. Dean was free.

OXOXOX

"How is he?" Claire asked carefully as she saw her master appear, hoping he wouldn't take offence at her curiosity.

"Fine, understandably defensive but fine." Castiel sighed. "I think I may be in over my head, here. I want him but he just won't understand."

"He'll grow into this life. You said he was strong and caring. I've already seen the strong part, one day soon the caring part of him will come out." She said reassuringly.

"What if it doesn't. I never said he was forgiving, he won't trust me ever again. All I am to him is a monster." He growled softly. "Where's Jack?" He snapped, this time he was going to kill that kid.

"Hasn't come back from the shop yet." Claire told him with a sigh, too used to his moods to be affected by them.

"It's been 4 hours." Castiel realised, "I think a demon nabbed him." The angel sighed, that happened often, too. If you did nothing to mark humans as your own they were taken, either to be killed or used.

"You need to stop being so careless." Claire sighed, "you might lose someone important to you."

"Dean's safe." Castiel clarified, knowing immediately who she was talking about. "I left him downstairs to cool off, he's not taking any of this very well."

"Did you remember to lock the door." She reminded him automatically, he always forgot.

"Yes... I-Maybe?" He stuttered, unable to recall doing so. He concentrated for a moment, feeling to see if Dean was okay. On the bright side, Castiel was bombarded with feelings of happiness and utter exhilaration. Unfortunately, he was already heading for the nearest town and if he got there, demons would kill him on sight.

Castiel flew off without a second thought, needing to recover his pet before he got into a really bad situation. Only seconds later he landed on the road behind Dean, watching as the hunter tirelessly ran. The angel concentrated for a moment, hating that he had to do this. He flew forwards, grabbing Dean before he could react and forcing him into a deep sleep. The man crumpled into Castiel's waiting arms, for the first time there was a look of content on the sleeping hunter's face.

A soft pair of lips brushed against the hunter's cheek, not daring to move any closer to Dean's chapped lips. "One day." The angel whispered gently to his pet, holding him closer as he flew them back home.

OXOXOX

Dean's eyes fluttered open, his whole body feeling refreshed for the first time in years. His arms moved to stretch out when he hit something solid. His eyes flew open and he froze in position, hunter instincts kicking in. Dean lay still, taking in his surroundings. He was curled up on his captor's lap, a hand moving Dean's arm back to it's place before lazily stroking Dean's hair.

"I know you're awake." The angel whispered, his hand lightly trailing down Dean's side and causing the man to jump as he tried to roll away from his attacker but found he was being held on the settee by a supporting arm.

"I'm disappointed, Pet. I can't believe you tried to escape." Castiel sighed. Dean struggled against the limbs holding him, not knowing what the monster was going to do to him. "It's not the first time today that you have blatantly gone against my will and you must learn what happens when you disappoint me."

"I couldn't care less, you lunatic. Do you really think I'm not going to get away? I will get out of here and when I do, I will hunt you down." Dean threatened, fear taking over him.

Castiel didn't acknowledge his pet's unkind words, instead continuing with his lesson. He manoeuvred the man as easily as if he was a doll, placing him over his lap. "I will stop once you say sorry, okay?" Castiel promised.

Dean struggled harder as Castiel's hand came down to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down along with his boxers to reveal the man's pale ass. Castiel's hand explored the unblemished flesh, kneading the muscle underneath.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dean screeched as the hand violated him, moving over such a private part of his body, forcing his body to respond. Dean held back a sigh of relief as he felt the hand disappeared until the other tightened around his waist, stopping him from moving.

"I said don't talk to me like that." Castiel ordered, his hand cutting through the air, landing on Dean's ass. The man was pushed forwards with the force of the hit, the muscles tensing as he tried to wriggle away from the pain, shouting in shock as the loud slap echoed through the room.

Castiel was hypnotised as his red hand print blossomed on his backside. The muscular flesh bounced as he struck it before tensing in pain. His pet's muffled cries and endless squirming had the angel hard in an instant, spurring him on as he struck the abused flesh.

"WHAT THE-?" Dean screamed, cut of by by another strike on the opposite cheek. "You fucking sicko!" He called again, trying to squirm away from the painful sting in his backside. Humiliation set in as his body began to respond the the painful treatment. He tried to wriggle away from the next slap, earning several sharp, hard blows to the same point that made him cry and gasp. He could feel his arousal fill out despite the pain. Dean held back the tears of shame as his cock twitched in response to the next degrading blow, kicking out his legs but unsurprisingly getting himself nowhere.

Both men soon lost count as Castiel rhythmically smacked the man's glowing red backside. Dean lay there in mortification, a pained cry and sharp kick exploding from the hunter after each blow. His hands were clenching the corner of the settee as he gritted his teeth against the next stinging smack, refusing to let a moan slip from his lips as the painful sting of each slap shot through the nerves in his body. The next hit was hard enough to push Dean forward, his disobedient member rubbing against the fabric of his assaulter's clothed thigh, throbbing painfully and threatening to force the man to submit.

Castiel could feel the aroused member of his pet as it rubbed against his leg, he forced himself to ignore it as he delivered the punishment to his pet. The angel knew it was working, although he could feel the excitement and arousal, he sensed the fear and humiliation and pain eating away at his will. Castiel's hand 'accidentally' moved lower on the next swing, hitting the sensitive crease between his thighs and ass, so very close to the man's balls.

The howling and jerking from the man beneath him reassured Castiel that the blow had been painful yet the man's aroused member reacted positively as Dean unconsciously rolled his hips against his attacker's leg.

Dean didn't stop screaming and fighting until, dozens of punishing blows later, the man fell still. Castiel could feel the fear dominating his feelings as an almost silent sob escaped the frightened man. Castiel stopped, massaging the burning red flesh.

"I will stop if you apologise." Castiel whispered as he gently kneaded the man's backside, adding in a light pinch when he didn't get a response.

Dean hissed in pain, his backside on fire. "Fuck you." He whispered, voice hoarse from shouting.

Castiel resumed his punishment almost before Dean had finish his sentence, striking him harder and repeatedly on his most sensitive areas in his anger, causing the man to scream, his body to weak to resist.

It didn't take long for Dean's sobs to break through completely, his body convulsing with their intensity. Tears ran endlessly down the subdued man's cheeks, soaking anything beneath him as the hand restlessly belted against his rear. He began pleading, seeing nothing else to do, the monster couldn't do this forever and Dean refused to apologise.

"Please stop, I-I Can't... It hurts, please!" He cried between heart-wrenching sobs, weakly clutching at anything he could. Dean stopped after a few tries, exhausted. He just lay there, trying to ignore the painful torture as he cried out his frustration.

Castiel eventually stopped as his pet held his shirt, openly crying into it. He knew his body could take much more but his mind couldn't, it was the thought of him being spanked that had pushed the hunter to tears, not the pain. He pulled the distressed, tearful creature into his chest, cradling him as he cried brokenly. Castiel lightly wiped away the snot and tears from his pet's face, hushing him gently as a hand stroked hair from the hurting man's eyes.

His hand travelled to rub at the hunter's abused rump, earning a momentary hiss and struggle before the man settle back in his captor's arms, tears finally drying as he fell into an exhausted sleep.

I am sorry, I can't believe it's been so long,(Two months I am so so sorry!) time just flies!

I was going to leave it just before the punishment or maybe at Dean's escape but all you wonderful people have been forced to read 3 very slow updates beforehand this so I thought you would need a little Christmas gift! If you don't celebrate Christmas then I guess it's a good gift for any occasion! I hope it isn't too bad!