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 5

Dean's eyes opened hours later to find himself back inside that God forsaken basement, thankfully alone. The man rolled over, his ass stinging painfully as it pressed against the hard stone floor. Dean hissed at the hated sensation, knowing how the pain had been caused. It seemed as if every muscle in his body was in pain after the failed escape. Dean was tired, sore, dirty and very hungry. He would willingly kill for a huge greasy burger, let alone a way out.

He never wanted to get up again after how had reacted to Cas' punishment. He never wanted to leave this room or face the angel again. It wasn't that Dean liked it, he didn't, how could he? Only insane people got hard off pain. The worst thing was it wasn't the first time, many a time he had insisted, to himself and Sam, it was the adrenaline of a fight, not the pain of a wound that had left him inexplicably hard. Dean wanted to cry in frustration, why did things like this happen to him of all people? What did he do?

At least Cas hadn't noticed, Dean was sure of it. The psychopath would've had some sort of reaction if he had. Dean shuddered, reliving the horrible torture. It could never ever happen again. Dean would get away from there, no matter what it took, no matter how many times Cas tried to stop him. The monster couldn't take Dean's will, couldn't crush his soul, no matter what he did. Dean would survive the pain and rise above it. He was going to escape.

His thoughts were cut off by the opening of the door in front of him. Dean froze, muscles tensing and ignoring the pain as he prepared to fight Castiel but the slave girl stood there instead. She seemed harmless enough and so Dean relaxed, falling back onto the stone floor.

"Don't try anything, idiot. You've already messed up enough for one day." She scolded him, Dean once again surprised at how at ease she was here. She seemed calm, happy and definitely not like the dispirited captive the hunter had imagined. Dean looked in mild curiosity at the tray she was balancing in her arms as she walked through the door, slamming it shut behind her.

"Wasn't planning on doin'." Dean answered with an overconfident smirk. He didn't know where Claire stood with Cas. If they were close she would report everything to him but if they weren't then Claire could become an invaluable accomplice for his escape. Unfortunately, she had already turned him down. Either way, it was easiest to act as he would around Cas, and so he definitely couldn't show any weakness or that he was shaken by what had happened.

Claire regarded him coolly before deciding what he said was true. She walked over to the corner he was sat in, placing the tray next to him. "I got you something to drink, Master said you're not allowed food but I managed to grab you some bread, he won't notice."

"Thanks," Dean muttered with a short smile, taking the small loaf of bread from the tray and taking a bite. He tried not to look at the young woman, or choke on the bread, as he ate. It was dry and crunchy but he couldn't complain, it was food after all.

"Dean, I know you hate being here but it's good. Out there, it's worse, much worse. You can't leave here. If you stop fighting this then it can be good. Master cares for you, he doesn't want to hurt you but he will if you make him." She disclosed, trying, and predictably failing, to get Dean to make the right choice. "You have to stay down here until he says, he doesn't want to see you."

Dean scoffed at that, Cas basically lived to make Dean's existence a nightmare. "So now I don't get the pleasure of the oh so wonderful 'master' visiting me now? Such a shame..." He said, each word dripping with sarcasm.

"You've upset him. Master said he was stupid to trust you so soon, says he ain't gonna make the same mistake twice."

"I don't give a fuck about his fucking feelings, I'll never do what he wants, he can keep me down here forever and I wouldn't care." Dean snarled, "and you can tell the bastard that."

"I'll see you later, Dean. Just don't do anything stupid." She said with an almost disappointed sigh as she left the room, leaving Dean alone once again.

The loud locking of the door taunted Dean as he stared long after Claire disappeared. Would they keep him down here forever? Dean knew that if he didn't starve to death from Castiel's neglect then the boredom would most definitely finish him off, he was sick of staring at the same four walls already.

OXOXOX

It must have been hours later, Dean didn't exactly know but he had already counted every black spot on the ceiling; checked every inch of the wall in search of the part that swung open and; made a game of throwing the circular tray that Claire had left in the air, making it spin and flip before catching it. He was almost on the verge of wishing someone would come, just so he could avoid boredom for a while.

Staying in the room was torture in itself. The cream walls mocked Dean as he stared at them. The colour was something most people saw to be warm and inviting, homely, even, but here it just made the minutes tick by slower as he lay on the uncomfortable floor.

The hunter was already hungry again, the small bit of bread wasn't enough to stave of his appetite for long but he couldn't even begin to guess when he would be fed again. Dean pulled himself up to sit against the wall instead of lying on his back, everything in him hurt, even his hurt hurt.

Dean jumped back as he heard the heavy door at the top of the corridor being pushed open. He tried to curl up as small as he possibly could in the corner of the room as he heard the footsteps get closer, stopping outside the door of his cell.

Dean refused to look scared as he glared at the angel that entered the room, forgetting the fact he was cowering in the farthest corner from the door.

The angel didn't talk as he walked in through the room, in fact he ignored Dean completely, opting to go to the opposite corner of the room to him as he once again opened the elusive door in the wall.

Dean warily craned his head so that he could watch what Castiel was doing but the room was too dark for him to see anything that was happening. He recoiled into his corner the second the angel walked back out through the door, eyes peaking though his arms out of curiosity. There was a rope in his hand and Dean really didn't like the look of it, if Cas even thought of putting that anywhere near him, Dean was going to kill him.

He watched as the angel moved the middle of the room, slowly and deliberately threading the rope through some hooks in the ceiling until it resembled some kind of restraint that was probably designed to tie Dean to the roof.

Once he was finished, Castiel finally turned to his pet, regarding him coldly. "Come here, Pet." He ordered, his voice even colder than it had been previously and Dean almost shuddered at the chilling sound.

"You stay the fuck away from me." Dean warned, somehow retreating even further into his defensive corner as he watched the angel warily.

"You know your punishment will be unpleasant if you don't obey me." Castiel reminded him.

Dean's resolve faltered, he knew Cas was telling the truth and his body really wasn't looking forward to whatever the monster had planned. He needed to stay strong if he was going to escape. It would also be a good experiment to find out how lenient the angel was if he was obedient. Slowly and warily, Dean stood in his spot, his eyes never leaving the angel. Finally, he walked forward a few steps, not close enough for Cas to touch him but it was a start.

"Very good." Castiel praised, the coldness in his voice almost non-existent as he spoke. "Now, I want you to remove your shirt." Castiel pushed.

"No way." Dean refused.

"Your shirt will be removed if you co-operate or not. If I am forced to remove it for you then I expect repayment." Castiel warned.

"Fine." Dean sighed, stiffly pulling the shirt over his head and dropping it on the floor. Dean wasn't worried about the angel seeing him shirtless, it had happened before and Dean really had nothing to hide. The only thing that bothered him were Castiel's reasons for wanting Dean's torso bare.

Dean shuddered as he watched the angel admire him, his eyes roaming over Dean's revealed flesh. "Very good." He whispered, his usually deep voice exceptionally gravelly. "Now come here."

Giving up on resisting for the moment, Dean stepped forwards, shuddering when Castiel's hand wrapped around his arm as he tied the rope around Dean's wrists.

"You're a sick bastard." Dean growled as the ropes were fastened tight, relying on verbal rather than his usual physical defence.

"So I've heard." Castiel replied with a dark chuckle. He pulled the rope and Dean's arms were pulled uncomfortably above him, making the man hiss in shock.

"Why tie me up with rope, anyway? Lost your angel juice? I hope you fell, Cas, and I hope it fucking hurt!" Dean tormented him.

"Far from it, Pet. Being with Lucifer has left me more powerful than I ever have been. Can't you see? I never fell, they don't care any more. Heaven has given up, every day we get closer and closer to complete control of Earth and they won't lift a finger to help their so called precious humanity. I just rather like the perks of using rope." The angel sniggered as he pulled on the loose end of rope, hoisting Dean higher until his feet couldn't touch the ground and he kicked helplessly.

"Now, Pet..." Castiel sighed as he allowed Dean to place his feet on the floor, fixing the rope so his hands were secured straight above him. "You know it is wrong of you to escape. But I don't think you understand how close I got to losing you today. Just five minutes later and you could have reached that town. You could have been killed. If any demon saw you, they wouldn't have hesitated when they killed you. It doesn't matter that you are mine, that this collar means that I own you." He whispered as a hand came to trace the collar that circled his Pet's neck. "The glory of killing Dean Winchester is worth any punishment I am able to inflict upon them."

Dean shuddered, pulling away from Castiel's hand as it began to trace over his chest. "Maybe that's what I want."

"Never say that." Castiel hissed, hand raised and ready to strike Dean who instinctively flinched back, ready for the blow. Instead his hand lowered, relaxing at his side. "You have already had your punishment." He decided. "But it doesn't mean I don't get to have my fun with you." He said with a smile that scared Dean more than his bouts of anger.

The angel disappeared from the spot in front of him, the air whipping around Dean as the angel flew off. Probably just to prove all his powers were intact. Castiel returned a minute or so later, reappearing in the same spot he had left except this time he was holding something in his hand.

Castiel had chosen what he thought to be quite a mild toy for them to start with, so his Pet wasn't too intimidated for his first time. Castiel like the flogger he had chosen, the black tails barely stung and left a satisfying thud when they hit the skin. It would work well to help Castiel find the depth of Dean's suppressed masochism. It wasn't something Cas had counted on but it had opened up many ideas much earlier on than he had planned.

"You are not touching me with that fucking thing." Dean objected, staring at the object in shock.

"Don't worry, this will hardly hurt and I won't strike your ass until you have completely recovered." He promised. "But if I remember correctly you still have to apologise for your little stunt so the same rules apply as earlier. If you say you are sorry then I will stop."

"No." Dean squeaked, fear leaking into his voice.

"Yes." Castiel whispered, circling Dean with a predatory stare. "You have no choice."

He started by just allowing the tails to stroke over Dean's exposed flesh, letting the man become accustomed to the feel of the leather. He ran it over his chest, letting it tease the muscular skin and soon enough Dean stopped flinching away from the touch.

Dean watched with caution as the object brushed against his chest, almost tickling as it ran over his nipples but Dean refused to react in any way to the stimulation. Castiel moved behind him and he tried hard to carry on watching the angel, craning his head to a point that his neck cramped and he was forced to look forwards. Dean found he didn't need to see to know when Cas was going to hit him with the thing. The moment it's presence was gone from is skin, he was on edge, ready for the first blow.

There was an audible swoosh in the air before the tails landed, rather gently, on Dean's back, making him jump slightly but it wasn't as bad as he expected. In fact it had barely hurt, if at all, there was a small sting on the patch of skin the flogger had hit but the loud thud on impact made it seem worse than it was.

Before Dean could really over think the hit, another landed on a different part of his back, driving into him with the same intensity and making Dean's skin tingle oddly. Another hit landed seconds later, followed by another and another until Dean was barely able to distinguish between each blow. He tried hard to stay still and not react to anything Cas did but the fight got harder and more futile with each strike against his back.

The man's breathing had transformed into pants and gasps as Castiel continue to work the flesh of Dean's back. The hunter was writhing uncontrollably, his eyes closed as he concentrated on the gradually building burn on his back. The stings had multiplied until his whole back was enclosed in a simmering flame that seemed to be growing and growing as it travelled throughout his body.

Cas knew Dean was too engulfed in the sensations to realise how he was reacting to the treatment. To Castiel he looked beautiful, his eyes were screwed shut in bliss and his whole body had relaxed into the feeling of the flogger striking his skin, almost arching into it at points. His once unblemished flesh was a bright shade of red, the colour evenly spread over his back. With each hit a moan would escape his mouth but whether Dean was aware of it, Castiel didn't know.

Castiel stopped for a moment to admire his handiwork, fingers brushing over the burning flesh. His whole back was radiating heat and the angel couldn't stop himself from leaning forward and soothing the hot flesh with his cool tongue. His hand came round to cup the impressive bulge in Deans' jeans, causing the man to moan and buck into the touch.

"Oh, fuck. More." Dean cried, eyes snapping open as he realised what he had just said, what he was asking for.

"Shh, I know what you need." Castiel promised, fingernails scraping down the man's back to stop him from thinking.

Dean moaned again, body writhing as bolts of pain shot down his back and ignited in his cock. The hand came back, slowly massaging over his trapped member and Dean knew something was wrong, that this shouldn't happen but he was too lost in the torturous pleasure to think through it. The angel pressed fully against him, his hard member pressed flush against Dean's backside, making him jump and try to wriggle away.

"No." Dean whispered, trying to get the angel to stop. He didn't want the monster to touch him there, it wasn't right, it should make him sick. "Please stop. I'm sorry." He finally gasped, hating himself for saying it but knowing it was better than the angel ever touching him like that.

True to his word, Castiel stepped back the moment Dean apologised, reluctantly taking his hands away from his pet. He walked back in front of him to see that defiant glare once again dominating his face like nothing had even happened.

"Not so hard, is it?" He asked soothingly, reaching up to untie the hunter's wrists.

Dean avoided looking at him, humiliation replacing the arousal and excitement yet his erection never lessened. Once his hands were free, he reflexively went to relieve some pressure on his uncomfortably hard shaft but his hand was pushed away. Dean looked up, questioning with his eyes as he didn't trust his voice.

"You are mine, Pet. Only I am allowed to touch you." Castiel snarled possessively. "And you will be severely punished if you ever try to relieve yourself, understood?"

Dean just sighed, letting his hand fall to his side, too ashamed of himself to argue. He was getting sick of all these rules already, though he knew he would be expected to learn many more if he didn't escape.

"We are learning a lot today." Cas praised as the human, once again, obeyed his order. He had been disappointed by how quickly they had to stop but he had been pushing the man. "Are you hungry, Pet?" He asked gently, a complete change to the cold, angry tone that Dean had heard when he first walked into the room.

Dean nodded, not meeting his eyes and remaining subdued as his mind slowly began to understand what had happened. Cas disappeared, presumably to find some food which gave Dean some time to think. He looked down at his betraying member, glad that it was finally getting the message as his hard on was gradually diminishing.

Dean shook the defeated feeling away, playing nice wasn't good. Not when Cas made him feel like that. He had almost lost himself to whatever he was doing to him. Cas had to be doing something to make him like that, he had probably used his angel profound-bond-thing to get inside his head and make Dean think he liked it so that Dean would become this 'Pet' he wanted so badly but Dean wasn't going to fall for it, he was too smart for that.

Dean sat on the stone floor, tenderly resting his sore back against the wall as he waited for his captor to return with his food. Just a few moments later, Cas reappeared in front of him and Dean was proud of himself when he didn't jump at his sudden appearance.

He was holding a large dish, Dean couldn't see what was inside it but he could already smell an alluring fragrance coming from the steaming dish that just said 'eat me'. Cas sat down next to him, pulling the hunter closer until he was all but sat on his lap before skewering some of the mystery meal with a fork and holding it to Dean's mouth.

Dean stared at the odd shaped bit of food, pulling his face at it when he couldn't distinguish what the food was supposed to be. It seemed like a bit of meat or maybe it was a vegetable. Either way he wasn't going to let the sadistic angel feed it to him like he was a 1 year old.

"Relax, it's chicken pasta." Castiel sighed, popping the bit on the fork into his own mouth before offering the next bit to Dean.

Dean leaned forwards, biting the bit of pasta off the fork rather than letting Cas feed it to him. He slowly chewed it, savouring the creamy taste of the sauce and the texture of the warm, tender pasta like he never had done with food before.

He quickly swallowed it and Cas held another forkful of food out for him which Dean eagerly accepted into his mouth.

"Such a good pet." Cas whispered in his ear, making Dean shudder in disgust. So long as he stayed strong in his mind, Dean would get out of this hell, he was sure of it.

Once again I apologise... though, despite the lateness, I hope you enjoyed it! Now that things in my life have calmed down a bit I am hoping to dedicate a little time to writing so I should be getting more done!

And what do y'all think, should this be a step forward for our couple or a disastrous setback?