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 7

Dean hated the sound of that. He didn't know what 'playing' with him meant but Dean knew it wouldn't be something good. Dean braced himself, he had to comply. He couldn't show any signs of resistance other than what was to be expected. He was playing a role, a very dangerous one, where he had to make it seem to the angel that he was beginning to adapt to the life the monster had forced upon him.

"Play?" Dean asked cautiously, forcing his body to stay still as the angel walked towards him.

"Don't worry yourself. We aren't doing anything too... strenuous today."

"Will it hurt?" The man asked timidly, really hoping he wouldn't have to endure the angel's torture just so he could escape.

"Don't pretend like you don't like it, Pet. We're going to start slow for today, remember that this isn't a punishment, I have no reason to do anything bad to you." He reassured as he pulled his Pet onto his feet. "And if you are really good then I will allow you to come but you must remember you are never allowed to without my permission, understood?"

Dean nodded weakly as the angel stared deep into his eyes, right down to his soul. He couldn't move as he stood in front of the powerful being, the angel's new-found power affecting him differently than it usually did. Instead of fear, Dean felt a sense of devotion to the creature and it curled around him in a peaceful bliss, blocking out the fear and resentment. He tried to pull away from the feelings but stopped, for once giving in was the best option. It would be the only way to fulfil the role. He had immerse himself in it and let go.

"Good, now come over here." He ordered gently, walking back until they were around about in the centre of the room. Castiel watched as his Pet stood in the spot he had pointed to, standing awkwardly as the angel refused to break their eye contact until the human submitted and forced himself to stare at the floor. Castiel circled the man, enjoying the sight of the half-naked hunter, finally able to see him without any distractions or awkward questioning.

Deciding it was time for Dean to experience what Castiel needed, he stepped forwards with growing impatience, close enough to touch his Pet. A single finger reached out to trace over the hot skin of the man's chest, causing the muscle to quiver under his touch before falling still. Soon, a hand joined the finger in the mapping of Dean's body, they caressed his nipples, his chest, cheeks, back and anywhere whey could reach before both hands settled over the hunter's jeans covered hips that stopped him from travelling any lower.

Needing to feel more of Dean's soft body, Castiel moved in closer, thumbs slipping under the top of his jeans. Dean looked back up when the angel stopped teasing his body, almost looking disappointed that he had stopped. A hand came up to cup Dean's cheek and forced him to look into Castiel's eyes.

"Undress. Now." Castiel whispered urgently, so close Dean could feel the breath against his cheek.

For a moment, Dean was lost in the power of his eyes and his voice and thoughtlessly began to remove his clothing, his cock hardening inside the material. Just as his hands reached the edge of the jeans, ready to pull them down, he stopped, looking up at the angel.

"Go on." He urged and without a second thought, Dean pulled them down so that the only thing that hid him from the angel was the tight pair of white boxers which were already straining around his half hard cock.

Dean's breath hitched as he finally pulled them down, too, making himself vulnerable to the angel in front of him. Dean wished he could claim this was to lower the angel's guard, make it easier to escape but a that moment all thoughts had left his head. The only thing he could think about was that he was at the mercy of this creature and he liked it, he wanted it in ways he couldn't understand himself.

When the angel went to touch him once again, he was snapped out of the trance and his eyes widened in horror of what he had done. Dean tried to step away from his kidnapper but it was no good, he was too far into this and his body just wouldn't listen the the warnings that screamed in his mind.

"Relax, you need this just as much as I do, Pet." He reminded, one hand entangling itself in Dean's hair as another grabbed his chin and forced him to look deep into the eternal blue eyes.

"I don't need this shit." Dean hissed, the first words of resistance of the whole night. Castiel was impressed by his Pet's good attitude but didn't dare mention it in case it sparked Dean's resistance once again.

"Don't lie to yourself. All your life you have sought out someone to control you. First your father-"

"I never wanted my Dad to control me." Dean snarled, stepping back defiantly and pulling Castiel's hands from him.

"No, Pet, he was just your first master."

"He was my father, not my master." Dean argued, hating how the angel talked about his Dad, he had no right.

"There is a fine line between many things, you followed him without question" The monster pointed out.

"I idolised a flawed man."

"You were loyal to him, never questioned his judgement, went to the end of the Earth to save him. You can't live without taking orders, following someone. I just need for you to see it, to realise that I am the one that you need. I can show you so much."

"I hate you." He snarled viciously.

Dean watched as Castiel's lighter mood left, leaving only that intimidating and utterly evil creature in it's wake. "Now, Pet, I would choose my words a lot more carefully if I were in your position." The angel warned, intimidatingly stepping back into Dean's personal space.

"What are you going to do to me?" Dean whispered breathlessly, his heart hammering in his chest as the angel inched closer, so easily able to kill him, hurt him. Able to make him scream or beg for more, make him submit like he so badly needed to.

"Tonight, I want to show you how much pleasure I can give to you. Though my plans can easily change if you decide you need another punishment." Dean shuddered at the words and forced himself to believe it was of disgust rather than yearning, hatred rather than the raw need that ate away at him every moment he was near the angel.

"Please don't hurt me." Dean pleaded, not wanting to feel the same as he had the last time, his back still ached from it, as did his ass.

"Oh, I will. You can't deny that you want it. You want me to hurt you, control you, make you feel things only your darkest dreams ever touched." He whispered and, sensing Dean's weakness, moved forwards, nails digging deep in Dean's hair, tugging painfully as he finally pulled Dean into a deep, controlling kiss.

The Pet submitted almost immediately, moaning as Castiel's tongue dominated his mouth. The overpowering taste of the angel making Dean gasp and grasp onto him tightly as his breath was taken from him.

The angel bit his Pet's lip, kissing fiercely after holding himself back for so long, giving him everything he could take. He revelled in the taste of the man, unable to get enough and only pulling back when his Pet fell against him. Castiel watched the man gasp beautifully, his face flush and lips swollen. He had never looked more perfect.

"On your knees." Castiel ordered, watching as his Pet thought for a moment before sinking to his knees. "Good boy." He whispered, a hand stoking his Pet's hair as he forced himself to suppress a needy groan as the man pushed up into the touch.

Castiel ran a hand down his Pet's back, it landing in his ass with a gentle smack, causing the man to hiss and pull away.

"Does it still hurt?" The angel asked, kneeling next to his Pet as he looked at him with concern but the man stayed silent, refusing to look at Castiel. "It isn't weak to ask for help, Pet. I am your Master and it's my duty to care for you as well as train you.

Dean gave a minute nod, hating to admit how weak he was. He couldn't even take his Master's spanking. His mind gave another warning jolt, making him aware of what he had just thought. This was crazy. It wasn't his fault that his ass hurt, he tried to remind himself but the logic didn't seem to mean anything to his body which moved towards the monster in search of comfort.

Sensing his Pet's distress, Castiel held a hand gently around his neck, stroking his hair in a soothing rhythm. This wasn't Dean any more. This was his Pet, the creature the man had kept hidden for so long. Castiel was surprised, he had barely had to lay a hand on him to bring out the creature, only order him. Either Dean was closer to admitting he wanted it than the angel had thought or the man really, really enjoyed following orders.

Castiel ran his hand over the sore rump, soothing and healing it with his grace until all the bruising had gone. The touch of his grace caused his Pet to moan uncontrollably, pushing back onto the gentle hand in a wordless demand more. A hand struck his ass suddenly and Dean whimpered at the sting, looking back at his Master in confusion, wondering what he had done wrong.

"Ass up, head on the floor and don't move." Castiel ordered powerfully, holding back a moan as his Pet complied, pushing his pert butt into the air and settling his head on the floor, cushioning it with his arms. Castiel stood, unable to look away as the hunter offered himself, a hand unconsciously rubbing at his hard cock through the slacks.

Not wanting to waste a moment longer, Castiel summoned a leather strap to his hand. It was an archangel trick Lucifer had shown him, one of the few he could pull off so far, and the angel was glad he had found a use for it. Castiel brought the strap down on his Pet's pale ass as hard as he dared, smirking at the surprised yelp that came from him.

"Now I can make your ass all red again." The angel whispered to the man. He tapped the inside of his thighs with the strap. "Spread," he ordered, letting the thick material snap against the sensitive area once more.

Dean whimpered at the pain, his breathing already disjointed and desperate after just the first three strikes. He spread his thighs, offering his ass up to his Master, knowing that the angel would never do anything that Dean didn't need, knowing he was trusting him with his deepest secret.

Castiel purred in approval as his Pet spread for him, balls hanging between his thighs and swollen cock revealed as it jutted out from the black curls. In Castiel's eyes, Dean was perfect in every way and it was hard to hold himself back and not touch ever inch of him, fuck his Pet until the man couldn't take any more.

Instead, Castiel settled with bringing the painful instrument down against his Pet's ass over and over, letting the harsh crack of the leather material against his ass soothe him. Castiel was holding back moans, trying to control himself as his Pet wriggled and moaned on the floor. At some points the man pushed back against the harsh sensations and at others he wriggled away and whined into his arms as the pain flooded his senses.

Castiel stopped after a few minutes, his Pet's ass was a beautiful shade of red, the colour spreading over the flesh and down the thighs in sharp lines. His Pet groaned as all stimulation was taken from him, shifting and bucking in an attempt to gain some contact.

Castiel struck Dean hard with the leather, right on the crease between his thighs and ass where it would hurt the most. Thrown forward with a startled scream, his body shaking from it's abuse. "If you keep moving, then I will be forced to tied you down, understood?"

Dean just moaned and bucked back, earning another painful strike which went straight to his straining cock. Some part of him knew it was wrong to want this but it had been quickly drowned out with his Master's touch and all he could think was more and please. He wanted to touch himself, feel the release he had been denied for too long but he tried hard to hold still to please his Master.

"I didn't hear you, Pet." The angel warned, another strike landing on his ass.

"Yes, yes. Please more-Oh, Fuck." He sobbed, fingers digging into his hair as he tried to hold still, fighting to stop every muscle from shaking and moving.

Castiel smirked at how wanton his Pet was, letting several punishing blows land on his Pet's ass, only succeeding in making his squirm and cry with need. The man's head was buried in his arms as he screamed though the pain and Castiel was sure he had started to cry as his body shook on the ground, sweat covering his skin so that it glistened in the artificial light.

Castiel delivered ten more strikes, each in quick succession, each one landing in a different place and leaving his Pet guessing as he squirmed and whined under the painful blows.

Dean was so close, the sudden beating almost tearing the orgasm from him in a way he hadn't known possible. The strikes stopped as suddenly as they'd started and Dean screamed his frustrations into his arm, his dick ached and all he had to do was reach down, touch himself.

The knowledge that he couldn't, purely because his Master had forbade him sent a shudder of arousal through him, causing the man to cry out. He needed more, he needed to come.

"I-I please. More, I need it, please!" He begged brokenly and Castiel knew what he was desperate for. He knelt behind him, a rough hand kneading the abused flesh as the other came to gently cup his Pet's balls. His whole body was taut, close to the edge with his cock red, swollen and dripping pre-come onto the floor, his balls drawn tight to his body as he tried to find release.

The hand acted like a bucket of ice cold water over Dean, bringing his mind back the all-too-real present. His eyes widened in shock at what was happening and what was about to happen and he tried to wriggle away from the monster's grasp. "No, please." He sobbed and if tears hadn't been falling before, they were now. The man stared in shock and fear at the position he was in, needing to get away. "I-I'm sorry, please... Please don't." he begged brokenly, waiting for the hands to leave him like they had before but they never moved.

"It doesn't work like that, Pet. This isn't a punishment, remember how you feel. There's nothing wrong here, you shouldn't be afraid of this." He soothed, gently rubbing a hand down his sore back and ass but the man tried to wriggle away, hands coming up to push the angel off him, grabbing at the hand that was violating his cock.

Castiel pushed forwards, refusing to let his Pet get away with it. He pinned his hands to the ground, body spread over his back so he couldn't move, forcing him to stay still. Dean whimpered, trying to buck him off but it was useless. All he managed to do was irritate his stinging skin on the angel's clothes.

"I told you to not move and to never touch yourself." Castiel hissed, biting his Pet's neck roughly and causing him to moan, pushing back against his Master as the order hit him harder than the strikes his ass had received, pushing him back down into submission. He wanted to reach up, to touch himself. He wanted to feel his release but his Master was holding him down, taking the option from him. Dean liked it more than he could ever accept, the way he was held down and forced to do as he was told.

He could feel the hard length of the angel pressed against his ass and tried so hard to ignore it but the monster left no room for him to hide his discomfort, holding him shamelessly open. One hand moved away, leaving an arm free but Dean was too scared to stop it as the hand gently closed around his desperate arousal.

He moaned wantonly, unable to fight when the hand stroked along his shaft and intense pleasure tore through his body at a dizzying rate. "Please." He sobbed, this time for a totally different reason. He was so close, his body was on fire with the intense pain and pleasure that Castiel had ignited.

"Do you want to come, Pet?" Castiel whispered, kneeling behind the man as he jerked him tortuously slowly, purposely holding him over the edge of orgasm.

Dean nodded vigorously, his quiet whines getting louder as he tried to buck into the hand but the other held him back, nails digging into his hip as the hand sped up. Dean thrust uncontrollably, trying to reach his release. "Oh, God. Please!" He cried, pushing back into his Master as he begged.

"Come for me." Castiel finally ordered, his hand stroking faster over his Pet's cock as he came, his come coating Castiel's hand and the floor as he shuddered, mouth open in a silent scream before he collapsed onto the floor in exhaustion.

Castiel gently picked the shaking man up as he recovered from his overpowering release. The angel carefully refolded the blanket and lowered his Pet onto it, being careful to touch the tender skin over his ass as little as possible.

Dean lay on the ground where he had been placed, still panting uncontrollably as the last of his orgasm ebbed away, leaving the man exhausted. His mind was in a forgiving haze, keeping the realisation of the moment far from his mind as he moaned quietly on the floor.

"Pet?" Castiel called gently, crouching next to his Pet. "Are you listening?" He asked with an amused smile. He couldn't be angry, his Pet seemed so peaceful as he carefully curled up on his blanket, eyes fluttering closed. His ass was still bright red and Castiel could see the areas where bruises were starting to form in dark patterns.

Dean nodded after a few moments, groaning in delight and stretching his aching body as his Master massaged his sore flesh, making his muscles burn perfectly.

"I need to go upstairs but I'm going to trust you to be good. I'll leave your door open so you can go to the toilet but that's all, okay?"

Though he didn't mention it to his Pet, he planned on a nice treat for the evening if he behaved well enough. Castiel couldn't wait to spoil his Pet, get him a favourite meal, some pie afterwards if he was really good before giving him a nice long bath to soothe his hurt muscles. Castiel was looking forward to it, even though he dreamed of torturing the man, it was something he loved about keeping a pet.

Dean gave another tired nod, a sweet smile crossing his lips and ending with a yawn. He was too blissed out to do anything else and Cas didn't sound angry so Dean didn't really see any problem with it.

"I think I tired you out." Castiel cooed. "You can get a nap and Claire will be up with lunch in a few hours. Sweet dreams, my Pet." He whispered, kissing his forehead before leaving quickly. Dean wasn't the only one with needs.

OXOXOX

The crash of the door behind the angel helped Dean to shake off the rush the mix of adrenaline, orgasm and endorphins had created in his body. He struggled to pull himself upright, ignoring the pain in his muscles and the sting of welts on his ass.

For a moment he didn't want to look down at himself, he knew what he'd see anyway. He concentrated on levelling his breathing so he could think but his body wouldn't listen to him. His skin tingled, making it hard to concentrate but Dean could remember what had happened.

He tried to reassure himself that he didn't want it, he had begged for it to stop but that wasn't enough to convince himself. He knew he'd acted like a common whore, begging to come at the monster's hands. The angel had to be doing something to make him like this. He was playing with his emotions or giving him Stockholm syndrome or something.

Dean collapsed back onto his poor excuse for a bed. He wanted to tell himself that he couldn't cry, he was too strong for that but his eyes were still puffy with the tears that had fell minutes before as he had been begging for his release.

His hands fisted in the sheet, burying his face in it as hot tears ran down his face. Every part of his body had been violated, used and he felt sick and dizzy, like he was about to pass out. Dean tried to breath but the lump in his throat had made it impossible to do anything but hold himself, gasping and sobbing.

He hated it, being weak, vulnerable. So easily stripped bare by that monster, the creature that got a sick pleasure from torturing Dean, forcing him to come. Dean's cries slowly grew quieter, slowly becoming silent as exhaustion overpowered the man, forcing his eyes to close and pushing him into sleep.

OXOXOX

When Dean next woke, he tried to keep his eyes closed, tried to block out the world and never see it again. Dean knew he needed to fight, this was getting too far but what else could he do? There was no running, there was no getting the old Cas back. There was nothing to fight for.

He heard the door of his cell slide open, probably what had woke him in the first place. Dean tried to stay still, make out like he was asleep so the monster would hopefully leave him alone. Dean couldn't do it. He was shaking, his body betraying his fear as he tried to stop the whimpers of fear. It felt like only moments ago he had stopped crying but hot, fresh tears were streaming down his face as he clung to the blanket in an attempt to stay still.

"Dean." A soft voice called from across the room, making Dean jump despite himself.

He could have cried in relief, knowing that this was only Claire, she wasn't going to hurt him. Her voice reassured him, it felt good to hear his own name, know he really was a person and not the angel's pet but he still couldn't find the strength to turn and see her.

"I know you're not asleep." She sighed, her voice kinder than it had ever been since he had been imprisoned there. She walked over, kneeling so close to the man that he could hear her light breaths over the deep gasps that calmed him enough to stay still.

"Got you bad, didn't he?" She said lightly, a hand running over the marks on his back, all the way down to the bottom of his thighs. The touches were so light that Dean hardly felt then but it still left him weak and humiliated, knowing how he had received the injuries.

For the first time, Dean realised he was naked in front of her. He wasn't just nude, even though that was bad enough, every defence he had raised over the years had gone, leaving just him; scared, weak, defenceless. Only Cas had seen him this way, not even Sam had seen the depth of his scars.

"How could he do that?" Dean asked, his voice no more than a hoarse whisper. He didn't even know if the woman could hear him but saying the words were enough to ease him. Claire didn't answer him but Dean hadn't known what to expect.

"I brought food." She tempted in an attempt to cheer him up. "Might take your mind of it for at least a while."

Dean just sobbed at her words, the sick tension in his body returning with the tears. He unknowingly grasped at her leg, clinging tight for comfort. "I hate him. He can't do this." He cried, voice breaking as he spoke. "Why would he do this?"

A hand momentarily stroked his hair in a forced attempt at comfort but she quickly gave up. "You know I can't say anything but let it happen. I know you're fighting against your nature. You'll stop fighting, it's bound to happen sometime, but the faster you do it the better everything will be for you." She said, knowing it wasn't what he wanted to hear but it was all the advice she could give. It was the only answer she knew.

"I don't care." He whispered sadly, not wanting to hear her voice if that was all she could provide. "Just go." He turned back to curl back on his blanket, all of his identity lost. All he could do was cling to the hope that he could get away, one day.

OXOXOX

Dean had always hid shame and fear behind anger, it was just the man he was. He saw no other way to cope and it was no exception with Castiel. And so, the next time the angel walked into the room, Dean attacked.

It was a few hours after Claire had left and Dean had pulled himself together, got dressed and suppressed the pain as well as he could before the monster returned to try and break him down again. The attack wasn't planned, even through his pain from Castiel's abuse he had reminded himself it was a small price to pay for freedom. It had kept him sane but with the chances of leaving getting lower and lower with every passing second, Dean got desperate. The second the angel walked through the door, Dean saw red.

He threw himself across the room, intent on kicking, punching or anything that would hurt the monster. He fought like a possessed man, trying to get passed to the door or throw him out or cause as much damage as possible.

The angel wasn't even fazed by the attack. He just picked up his flailing Pet, as if he was lighter than a feather and just as easy to pin down. Once his Pet had finally stopped his struggling, Castiel firmly held him to his chest as his desperate, ragged breaths returned to normal and he fell still in the angel's arms.

Castiel sighed as he placed his Pet back on his blanket, watching as the man glared at him hatefully, hugging his legs to his chest in his only defence.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself." Castiel asked, his voice barely controlled as he stared back at his Pet in disappointed rage.

Dean just tried to ignore him, hoped that he would go away and leave him to wallow in his misery but the angel just loomed over him instead, either waiting for an apology or enjoying how uncomfortable Dean was.

"Just fuck off. You're never going to fucking touch me again." He hissed as menacingly as he could but Castiel just chuckled, the dangerous glint never leaving his eyes.

"I really hoped that you would behave well. I was going to treat you this evening." He chastised the man as if he was a child, patronisingly stroking his hair. "You know that I really do love you, Pet, I want to make this as good for you as possible but your behaviour makes it so hard for me to treat you like I should."

"If you loved me then you would let me go. Or at least take off this ridiculous collar. It fucking itches." Dean supplied, hoping to manipulate the angel.

"You seem to forget what I am, Pet. I can't be fooled and I know you've discovered the properties of the collar. It can only be taken off by me. There is no breaking it or undoing it as it will only come off when I will it to and I will not fall for any of your tricks." The angel explained as if Dean was a silly child trying to bribe him into letting him eat sweets before dinner.

Dean huffed, seemingly giving up on the angel and Castiel considered leaving before deciding it would be best to keep his Pet restrained. He was radiating aggression, hiding his insecurity behind it and the angel knew he needed to give him some time to come to terms with his feelings and begin to understand that he needed Castiel. Taking his Pet to orgasm so soon had been a risk but he was hoping that once his body had sworn itself to the angel, the mind would follow suit. The way his Pet was acting told him that it had paid off but he still needed some time to embrace life as Castiel's Pet.

A chain appeared latched to the wall with just a thought from the angel and Castiel clipped it to the D-ring on his collar as he gently combed his nails through his Pet's hair. The man hadn't even seemed to notice, he had been too busy glaring hatefully at the angel to even hear the snap of the clip closing around his neck.

"I'll be back later to discuss your attitude but for now I expect you to be good." he warned. "It's not wrong to want this, Pet, please try to understand that." He whispered to him softly through his anger before turning to walk out the room.

Dean's anger peaked at the angel's caring words and he threw himself forward once again. So what if he wasn't going to hurt the angel. At least it sent a good message. He was never going to do a fucking thing for the monster and damn the consequences of disobeying. The creature could torture him all he wanted but Dean had been to Hell and knew he was ready to handle anything the angel could do to him.

The man threw himself forwards with all of his strength, intending to tackle the angel the the ground but felt something tug hard against his neck, pulling him back. Before he could stop himself, Dean was on the floor, choking and wheezing. Traitorous tears fell down his cheeks as he fought the endless jolts of pain in his throat that came with every breath he tried to take, failing as his lungs cried out for oxygen. He was choking on his own blood, the corners of his sight going fuzzy as unconsciousness crept closer and for a second Dean though he might die like this.

Castiel walked back over to the choking man, looking at him with disappointment. He hated to hurt his Pet so bad but he needed to learn and Castiel knew that his Pet would be stubborn and hard to train. He placed a hand on his shoulder, simultaneously healing and sending his Pet to sleep. Castiel, once again, placed him back on his bed and gave him a goodnight kiss before finally walking out the door.

OXOXOX

Dean woke about an hour later, glad for the complete healing of his body as as well as the unusual lack of tiredness from sleeping most of the morning away. He could finally move without the pain of Castiel's beatings slowing him down though he was expecting more of them soon. In hindsight, losing his temper like that had been stupid. He was even further away from escaping, there was no way of dropping off the angel's radar and now he was chained to a wall and unable to even take a few steps away from his blanket.

He didn't even try to undo the leash. It would either be made to unclasp only for Cas or he would be severely punished for getting out of it himself. He could feel the depression settling in, the feeling that he should just go along with it because it would be easier to stop fighting. There was no way to escape and every resistance was growing more futile and even more painful.

He sighed, gently untangling himself from the leash around his neck so that it trailed behind him neatly and gave him the maximum movement range. He yawned, stretched and collapsed onto his blanket with a lazy groan.

In a way, Dean thought he could get used to this. He was easily getting used to the multitude of cat naps and the copious amounts of food. He could even deal with Cas having sex with him, so long as he got stuff in return like a change of clothes... or a walk outside.

He wondered when Castiel was going to turn up. The angel had said 'later' but that was a bit useless since Dean had no idea how long it had been and had no way of guessing what time the angel had meant when he said later. He guessed it was about midday of his third day in captivity and Dean could hit himself for being so fucking weak.

He tried to put the thought behind him, he wasn't weak. It was Castiel, if it was anyone else he could cope, be it a demon or any other creature, even Lucifer, but when the angel looked at him in a certain way, he would hesitate to label him as a monster. The angel had done so much for him, saved his life on more than one occasion. Dean had considered the idea that Cas wanted him in that way more than once when he caught the angel staring.

Dean stood so he could pace and take his mind off the damn angel before realising he was still tethered to the wall . With a sigh, he collapsed back onto the floor, hoping that his angel wouldn't be long.

He grumbled at the idea of having to wait in the boring room. He wanted out, he was sick of the four awful walls. The thought that he would never leave the room again made his heart heavy. He wanted to see the sun again and run around and be free. Instead he'd be subjected to an existence where his only view is the four walls that surround him.

"Cas?" He called out almost instinctively. It was hard for him to admit it but he needed the angel there or he was going to go crazy. Though calling him there probably meant he would receive his punishment sooner, maybe Dean could put it behind him and at least learn to be better around the angel.

"I thought I made it clear that I don't want you to call me by that name." The angel warned as he appeared almost immediately, though he seemed less aggravated he had before. The pissed attitude from earlier hadn't completely disintegrated but the angel was holding it back, knowing it would be wrong to lash out at his Pet unnecessarily. When the man didn't respond, he sighed in annoyance, deeming it unimportant for the moment. "What's wrong, Pet?"

Looking at the angel, Dean didn't think he could do it but he pushed his fears aside. Dean took a deep calming breath before daring to look at the angel straight in the eye, his eyes soft, all traces of defiance gone.

"I-I'm sorry." He muttered quietly, the words barely audible but the angel heard him. His head immediately dropped in embarrassment. It was the hardest thing to do, he was admitting his defeat, giving up to the angel and it was awful but Dean held true, peeking up at the angel hopefully. It would be best, it had to be honest. Dean had to give up if he ever wanted to escape.

The angel just smiled, carefully kneeling next to his Pet. His intimidating stare was gone, replaced by a reassuring smile as a hand came forwards to stoke his Pet's cheek gently. He held back a surprised gasp as the man pressed his head into the angel's palm, eyes staring up. They were wide and glistening, fearful of what was going to happen but trusting enough to let his Master touch him freely.

"You're so beautiful." He cooed gently, unable to stop himself from kissing his Pet, ever so gently. The man didn't object, just sighed contently at his Master's touch. "Are you going to be good now? No more silly little tempers." He asked and Dean nodded in agreement, looking as much like a little lost puppy as he could. "Good Boy."

The angel took the leash off his Pet, freeing him from the wall before pulling him closer. He felt deep into his Pet, sensing the defeat and loss that dominated his feelings. He hated that his Pet was feeling so much pain but it was necessary and, knowing Dean, it wouldn't last. The man was grieving and lost and feeling utterly overpowered. It was normal that he would have moments where he thought that giving in was easier. All the angel could do was take advantage of them, use them to show his Pet how it could be.

"This doesn't get you off the hook. You still have to get a punishment for your behaviour." He warned.

"I know." The man whispered, the fight leaving his body. "I'm sorry."

"But, since you're being so good, I guess we can have a little treat afterwards." He promised to his Pet, sitting and pulling the man onto his lap. "I can't be here long, though. I was trying to convince my brother to let me have more time with you."

Dean smiled and curled up on his Master's lap, enjoying the hand that rubbed over his sore body and stroked his hair soothingly. He almost purred at how good it felt, to have the angel touching and caring for him without being angry. He could get used to the feeling very quickly.

"I've got to go but don't worry. I'll be back soon and we can have the rest of the day together. Just give me a few minutes to finish things up with Lucifer. I left rather quickly."

Dean whimpered, hating that he was going to be left alone. He dug his fingers into his Master's clothes, not wanting him to leave so soon.

Castiel watched with a smile at his Pet's reaction. "Don't worry. I'll be back as soon as I can." He cooed, patting his Pet's head one last time before reluctantly leaving him, flying off back to his brother.

Sorry this took so long but between exams, a new job and some serious trouble writing this chapter, it's been hard to get it done. Honestly, I had wrote all the way up to the end of (what will be) the next chapter. I was going to put it in this chapter because it was supposed to put it in last chapter and didn't want to delay it by 3 chapters but after writing it, it was too long and crammed together and didn't flow well and all of the scenes mushed up terribly! I'm still not sure about how it's turned out, I don't think I've edited a chapter so much in my life.

So I made the very hard decision to delay the big scene to next chapter, which I didn't want to do so I'll make you a deal. It'll be up in the next few days and I have to tell you, I've been waiting to write this next bit for so long! I really hope you like it.