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 8

Dean sat quietly on his blanket, unsure of what to do. He could be good and wait patiently, stick with what the 'good Pet' would do. It was strange, the devotion he felt to the angel but he could fight it away, when the angel wasn't there at least. Dean just wondered how long he had before this weird version of Stockholm syndrome took over completely.

He decided to go and use the toilet while he could. It's not like the angel had taken away his bathroom privileges at any point. He carefully walked over to the huge door, hand resting on the handle as his breathing transformed into short, shallow pants.

It seemed odd to step out of the cell but Dean stood there, in the corridor that led to just four rooms. His room, the bathroom and two others. The urge to explore gripped him. He could check if the door at the top of the stairs was locked, search around the huge house but he stopped himself. Dean had to be good.

He walked into the bathroom, taking in the sights this time. The pristine glow of the tiles still surprised him. Dean had never been in a dungeon this immaculate, or with such good plumbing. It was honestly the best bathroom he had ever seen with a tub that could easily fit two, a huge hi-tec looking shower in the corner as well as the sink, toilet and shelving dotted around the walls with each overflowing with enough to bathe an army.

He quickly emptied his bladder and decided that a quick root through the cupboards would go unnoticed. There were a couple of cabinets dotted around the room with the largest being the wood panelled one under the sink.

He tried that one first, only to find some cleaning products, spare soap, shampoo and other bathroom paraphernalia. Closing the doors in disappointment, he moved to the others on the opposite wall. He had a bit more luck there with a few spare toothbrushes and disposable razors. Perfect.

He grabbed one of the packets, intent on breaking a blade out of it before sighing and putting it back on the shelf. It would have to wait if he wanted to have enough time to be thoroughly prepared for it.

He slowly washed his hands, wanting to spend as much time out of the room as possible. He quickly splashed some cold water on his face before drying with the towel on the rail beside him before reluctantly turning to head back to his cage.

He jumped back with a choked cry when he saw the angel stood behind him, a sinister look on his face.

"What do you think you are doing, Pet?" He asked, his voice a deep angry snarl that sent a fearful shudder through the man.

"I-I was just using the bathroom." He stuttered, hoping that he wasn't going to get another punishment. He was so close to getting out, being free and couldn't risk getting too hurt to escape. Dean looked at the angel for a few long moments, trying to appear innocent from any wrongdoings, which seemed to work.

"So long as you behaved yourself." The angel finally decided. "Shall we go back to your room now?"

Dean nodded, taking the hint and walking through the door first with the angel close on his heels. He walked through the open door to find a chair in his room. He stared at the new arrival curiously, wondering what it was for as the angel walked in and shut the door behind him.

Castiel silently sat down on the chair, settling himself before acknowledging the presence of his Pet. "Come here, Pet." He ordered lightly, the familiar voice, free of anger or malice, soothing Dean into doing what he was told.

Dean walked over, unsure, as Castiel patted his knees. Dean really hoped he wasn't going to sit on the angel's lap. He was too big and heavy and it was really embarrassing, even with no one there. Instead he just stood at the angel's side, hoping it was enough the appease him.

"Don't you want to sit with me, Pet?" The angel asked, his tone almost upset.

Dean shook his head, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly as he stared at the floor. He was torn. He wanted the angel to leave so Claire could bring him his lunch and he could eat it in peace. He wanted the angel to stay and keep him company and talk so he wasn't so bored and lonely in his isolated room.

In the end, Dean settled for sitting on the floor in front of the angel which seemed to appease him enough. Castiel's hand came down to stroke Dean's hair and the man had to force himself to not relax too much. He felt as if he could melt when the angel did that, something about it was so relaxing for the hunter.

"Would you like your punishment now, Pet? Or after lunch?" Castiel asked, his tone so relaxed that they could have been talking about the weather.

Dean, on the other hand, sat in shock. The angel was actually giving him a choice, not much of one but it was still a choice. For once, the man really thought about his answer. Of course, he wanted to delay it for as long as possible but the angel was only giving him the option of a delay of a couple of hours at the most. Not to mention that he didn't like the sound of doing it on a full stomach.

"Now, I guess." The man finally decided, dread making his tummy flutter so bad that he thought he could be sick. It was definitely a good idea to do it before he ate.

"Very good." The angel said with a praising smile. "Take off your shirt and pants." He ordered and Dean cautiously obeyed, pulling his jeans down and throwing them behind him, followed by his top, leaving him only in his boxers.

"Now you're going to go over my lap, Pet." The angel warned before taking his Pet's hand, tugging him down so that the man was quickly positioned over the angel's thighs before he could resist.

Dean gasped as he was pulled down, finding himself in an unfortunately familiar position over the angel's lap. He wriggled for a moment, trying to get off or at least find a more comfortable position. Dean's legs barely touched the floor and there was nothing for his head to rest on or his hands to grip hold of like there had been when he had been on the settee.

Eventually, Dean gave up at finding a more comfortable position, awkwardly hanging over the angel's lap in humiliation. Dean felt the angel's hand rub over his ass and already had a pretty good guess at what the punishment was going to be.

Dean flinched reflexively as he felt the hand pull down his boxers, revealing the flesh of his backside. In seconds they had been thrown to the floor, too, as Castiel's hand continued to roam over the bare flesh, squeezing and rubbing his ass in preparation for his punishment. Dean was already squirming over his Master's lap as his tender skin was pinched, making it sting awfully before he had even begun.

The first blow was hard enough to throw Dean forwards, making him cry out long after the hit with the pain barely registering in his mind. The second was just as powerful and precise, so very different to the first spanking he had received. Each blow was unhurried, landing just hard enough to make Dean's head swim with the oddly pleasurable pain he didn't quite understand,.

The blows continued like that, each one slow, precise and determined to make him moan and writhe in ecstasy. The surprised grunts quickly transformed into desperate groans with the Pet rocking forwards, trying to find some relief to his pulsing cock.

Castiel just smirked at his Pet's attempts to relieve himself, spreading his legs so the hard shaft fell between them with nothing to rub off against. He placed an exceptionally hard slap over the crease of his Pet's thigh, gripping his Pet's hair tightly as he howled and wriggled on the angel's lap as every nerve in his body was set alight, leaving Dean to shudder and moan pitifully as it overpowered him.

The punishing strikes continued, pushing Dean higher until he was pushing back against the blows, moaning and shuddering uncontrollably as he got so inexplicably close to his release. Moans became pained whimpers, the man clinging to Castiel's leg as it suddenly became too much. He was too sensitive and his dick felt as if it was going to explode. He wanted to touch himself so badly but it was impossible to reach. All he could do was hump blindly, hoping to receive some friction.

His moans got more desperate until the angel couldn't control himself. Castiel's unoccupied hand snaked under the man's body to grasp his pet's cock, stroking over it teasingly slowly.

Dean cried out as he mindlessly fucked into the hand. Castiel could feel it, every muscle on edge and the tight, burning heat in the man's balls. He was so close. The angel attacked his Pet's ass, landing a quick flurry of blows over the tender skin before suddenly stopping. His other hand retreated from his Pet's cock, leaving the man arching painfully for the stimulation to return.

The man screamed his frustrations into the angel's thigh. He had been second away from coming. His whole body throbbed and burned, cock hard and leaking and begging for the attention he couldn't give. He squirmed and bucked trying everything, anything to get the angel to touch him again.

"Please- need to come. More, please." He moaned, pushing his ass up in invitation, needing that pain just once more.

Castiel ignored his Pet's words and enticing movements, watching as his pushed his ass into he air, silently begging for more as he moan and writhed and unknowingly pressed and rubbed the angel's straining cock. For a few moments he thought about walking outside to relieve himself but couldn't bear to be away from his Pet.

Instead he pulled his Pet up to straddle his lap and gently rested the man's head on his shoulder to keep him comfortable as he slowly recovered from the punishment. Cas held his hips tightly, stopping the man from his desperate grinding against his stomach until he finally fell still. All that could be heard were the man's breathy moan's against the angel's neck as he fruitlessly tried to control his arousal. Castiel couldn't help but gently comb his finger's through the hair of his placid pet, whispering softly to calm him.

Too tired to try and move, Dean collapsed in a boneless heap over his Master, eyes half closed and dazed as the need to come slowed his mind and made his muscles unwilling to move. He whined gently, needing more of his Master's touch. Everything felt strange, confusing and all he could do was cling to his Master, hope that he would take care of him.

The man stayed like that for a long moment, shifting as his ass stung and once Dean finally seemed to become aware of himself, Cas pulled him up so they were facing each other. One hand caressed the man's flushed face, feeling the heat under his skin as his eyes carefully watched his Pet.

The man stared back, eyelids heavy with lust and exhaustion. He muttered unintelligibly before trying to snuggle back into his Master's neck but the angel held him back. Dean let out a pitiful whine, trying in vain to pull himself closer to Castiel. He couldn't understand why he was being denied the simple touch. He'd been allowed before after all.

"I thought you didn't want to sit with me?" The angel asked with an amused smile, calming his pet with the simple words.

"Do." Pet muttered back, trying to press his body flush against Castiel but the angel pushed him away once again. Dean whined quietly as he was carefully placed back on the floor, feebly kicking and gripping in an attempt to stay attached to the angel.

Dean pouted as he was placed on the floor, shuffling awkwardly until he was on his knees, ass held off he floor so it didn't hurt as bad. He rested his head against his Master's thigh, staring up at him in the hope that he would let Dean back up.

"Would you like something to eat, Pet?" The angel asked, a hand moving to touch his Pet. He really couldn't help it, the man was beautiful. Fingers stroked through dark hair before travelling down to the black collar. The fingers slipped under the tight leather, scratching and teasing the skin underneath.

Dean moaned and arched into the touch, head falling to the side to rest on the angel's thigh. The hand felt wonderful on his skin, soothing and scratching the agitated area. Finally, Dean relaxed, tense muscles calming to Castiel's relief.

"Pet?" Castiel asked once again, pulling Dean back into the moment.

Dean tried to concentrate on his answer but it was hard with the hand massaging over his neck. He almost sighed in relief as the hand moved down his left arm, fingers trailing over the ridge of his scar.

"Yeah, now's good." He finally answered as the hand trailed over the imprint it had made on Dean's skin. To him it had always been what bound him to the angel, reminded him that Castiel was there for him when the angel never answered. The collar meant nothing but the scar was unique, a brand that marked him as the angel's. Dean knew it was strange to think like that but, by the way he angel stared intently at the scar as his fingers explored every raised edge, he was sure the angel felt the same way.

Claire chose than moment to walk in and Dean jumped backwards, not wanting to be seen letting the angel do this to him, not after how she had seen him last but he was held tight by Castiel, forced to stay still as a hand gripped his hair hard enough to hurt.

"Oh, sorry!" She gasped, turning to leave again with a huge blush already starting to colour her face.

"Come in Claire." Castiel called with an amused smile, still keeping his Pet knelt at his feet.

Dean frantically tried to cover himself up as the woman reluctantly walked back into the room, her usual tray of food balanced on one hand. She silently passed the food to the angel before scurrying out of the door. Dean just whined in discomfort as she left, a humiliated blush colouring his cheeks. At least his erection was waning.

"Uncomfortable?" The angel asked as he placed the tray on his lap.

Dean just nodded, hoping this was leading to some sort of relief.

"Good. You might actually learn your lesson."

Dean just sighed, already hating the punishment. He opened his mouth willingly for the first bite of the food, forgetting to worry what it was in his frustration. He chewed the hot, crunchy bread, discovering the filling to be hot tuna. He swallowed greedily and happily opened his mouth for more. It wasn't something that was particularly easy for the angel to finger feed him but Castiel managed it, ripping small pieces off and placing them in his mouth until it was all gone.

Dean sighed contently, leaning against the angel's leg in a way that he was getting used to way too quickly. They sat in silence for a while both

"How are you feeling, Pet?" Castiel asked suddenly, catching Dean off guard. He didn't know how to answer it and thought for along moment before speaking.

"Okay." He sighed, not sure what to say. He could explain his confusion and pain and frustration and the thoughts that maybe, just maybe he could learn to live like this but instead stayed silent, leaving it all unsaid.

"Are you happy?" The angel asked, not pushing Dean to elaborate on his last answer. He could see it all in his eyes, how torn and confused he was.

"Yeah." The man whispered as if he hadn't even considered it. "Happier than before."

"Good." The angel cooed with a victorious smile. "Good boy."

OXOXOX

Dean's heart hammered in his chest as he stared at the door. He wanted this, this is what he had been working towards in every moment of his captivity so why couldn't we walk out of the door?

The angel had left him a short while after lunch. Although Dean could tell that the angel had been reluctant, the man had been eager to be left alone and so Castiel had allowed Dean some time on his own.

Dean stood, unsteady on his feet. He was ready to go. He was dressed, had plenty of energy, wasn't injured, had a perfect plan, it was daylight and he had hours alone to make sure he got this right. Why was he so worried? He could do this. He opened the door of his cell, letting the draft it produced drift over his body in an attempt to calm himself.

Dean opened the door to the bathroom, everything seeming to move in slow motion as he walked over the pristine tiles. Not wanting to waste time or give himself chance to back out, Dean grabbed what he needed. A large towel was pulled from a pile and Dean snatched the razor and a small bandage roll from the cabinet.

He set the items on the floor before sitting himself. He first opened the razor's packet with his teeth, holding the product in his hand, the key to his freedom. He smashed the item to the floor, breaking the plastic and recovering one of the small blades.

With a shaking hand, he took the blade in his right hand, holding it as steady as he could as he cut a deep wound into the palm of his left hand. Dean held back the hiss of pain as blood pooled in his palm. He dipped two fingers in, using the scarlet blood as paint as he drew the simple sigil.

He worked slowly, his shaking hand slowing his progress. Dean couldn't get this wrong, not now. Finally finishing, he stared down at his creation and, deeming it acceptable, moved on to the next phase.

He covered the symbol carefully with the towel, making sure he hadn't smudged it before taking a deep, preparatory breath. He took the blade once more, cutting a thin line above the collar, just enough for it to bleed freely. He wrapped his bleeding hand around his neck, causing as much pain to himself as he could before screaming for help.

He screamed for Cas, letting all the pain and fear bubble to the surface. He cried out in pain, the screams genuine as the pain in his hand fogged his senses. Seconds later the angel was there, staring at Dean in shock.

"Help." He sobbed. "Cas."

The angel was there next to him and Dean could feel the soothing hands. He pushed closer to them as the angel's grace invaded him, searching his body for the source of his Pet's pain

"Dean, talk to me, tell me what's wrong." The angel ordered, cradling his Pet's head, searching for the source of the bleeding which still seemed to be coming from somewhere the angel couldn't find.

"The collar." The man cried, the pain clear in his voice. "It hurts."

Castiel quickly unclasped the collar, too worried about Dean's well being to care about what he had done. He threw it away, concentrating on the injured hunter.

By the time Castiel realised what was happening, it was too late. The moment Dean felt the collar peel away from his skin, he pulled the towel away, activating the sigil with his blood splattered hand. The man shielded his eyes as the light filled the room, forcing Castiel far away.

Dean blinked at the place the angel had been seconds ago, deep regret forming in his stomach. Cas had called him Dean, said his name and it had felt so good to hear in that voice. Dean tried to shake away the feeling. He had no time to worry about this. He had to escape.

Dean quickly bandaged his hand, wiping away as much blood as he could with the towel before running from the room. He climbed the steps, taking two at a time before reaching the heavy door at the top.

His hand cautiously reached out, hand pulling the handle down. Dean panicked when it refused to move, pushing down on the handle with more force, only to find that it wouldn't budge. Of course it was locked, Castiel hadn't come through the door.

Dean's ragged breath almost stopped completely as he panicked. What could he do now? He was stuck, trapped and all this was in vain. Dean felt the hysterical sobs well up in his chest, threatening to come out when he heard movement on the other side of the door.

It swung open to reveal a confused looking Claire, staring at him with quizzical eyes. "Dean! What hap-" She started but Dean didn't give her time to finish, he pushed past her, finally free from that awful dungeon.

Dean never slowed as he weaved his way through the long corridors, trying to remember the path he took the last time before the narrow pathways opened up into the huge lobby. His eyes fell on the front door, his escape route. Dean stared at the door in amazement, the bright sunlight that filtered through the glass hurt his eyes but it didn't deter him.

The hunter stepped forwards, hand running over the door as if it was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seem before jerking it open. The warm breeze was like gold to the man and he inhaled as much as he could, filling his lungs with the taste of freedom.

He stepped out of the house, taking in the moment before sprinting down the path, turning the opposite direction to last time. Castiel had said there was a town of demons there after all. Dean couldn't help but appreciate the beautiful sights around him as he ran down the road, his heart flying with joy as he was finally free.

Is anyone as excited as I am? Will Dean escape? Will Castiel save him? Is this the final straw for the lovelorn angel? Or will Dean finally find his long lost guardian?

Stay tuned and find out in the next instalment!