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 9

Dean didn't slow down until the house had disappeared behind him long ago. He didn't stop for hours until the screaming of his muscles couldn't be ignored, until he was so exhausted that even the thought of capture couldn't stop him from slowing down to a pained walk.

The hunter finally stopped hours later, hoping he had gone far enough to elude the angel. He collapsed into the overgrown grass at the side of the deserted road. He was panting hard from the exertion, glad that the adrenaline had kept him going. He scanned the grass around him, deciding it would do as a rest for that night. The long blades of grass would work well to hide him from anyone that walked by.

The man set about creating a spot far enough away from the road that he couldn't be seen and flattened down the grass to sleep on. He collapsed to the floor in relief, the knowledge finally hitting him. He was free. He had escaped.

Dean let out a shaky laugh. The sound was borderline hysterical but he couldn't bring himself to care. He just breathed the fresh free air, enjoying every moment until the sun set, leaving him in darkness. He settled down on the grass, quickly falling asleep under the light of the moon.

OXOXOX

Dean groaned, trying to fall back asleep as the sunlight shined distractingly in his eyes. He rolled over, reaching for his blanket with a hand when his face made contact with the cold, dewy grass.

He jumped up in surprise, looking around himself, the events of the day before coming back to him. Dean's hand instantly reached for his neck, the lack of collar seeming to confirm it all. He was free, Cas couldn't find him.

He stood, completely awake by that point. Dean looked around himself, taking in the area around him. Other than the abandoned road he had followed the night before, all he could see was field after field of grass.

He set off in the opposite direction of the road, forcing his bare, aching feet to carry him. He needed to find food and shelter before the sun set again. He didn't know where he was going or how he would be able to find a way to survive but he had to pull through it. He always did.

Dean must've walked for hours. The exhaustion and hunger crippling his progress as he climbed fence after fence and wandered through field after field until there was nothing until open land surrounding him.

Then he saw it, a break in the endless landscape. A road cut straight across his path, not too far away. Deeming it safe, he walked over, eyes constantly scanning for any sign of life, friendly or otherwise.

He reached the road, choosing to walk alongside it rather than wander aimlessly though the open land. The walk gave him a sense of purpose, at least there would be something at the end of the road, no matter how many miles away it may be.

The loud roar of an engine alerted Dean. He jumped down into the grass, rolling into a ditch and hoping that he hadn't been seen. His heart hammered in his chest as he heard ancient brakes screech in complaint at the sudden stop.

Dean peeked over at the strangers, praying that they weren't demons, hoping that they could help him. He saw an old pickup, the red paint fading into the rust . Half a dozen men were perched around the edge of the box with three more sat in the front.

"I swear I saw someone. He went down there." One insisted, jumping out of the truck. Dean ducked back down, not daring to breathe as, one by one, they made their way over to where he was lying.

Dean prepared himself, ready to launch off the ground the second one of the men jumped down into the dip. He felt the thud as one of them dropped down beside him. He leaped forward instinctively, pulling the man to the ground with him.

Dean pinned him, landing blow after blow to the unyielding body as he protected himself. Their eyes met, the demon's pure black orbs making Dean freeze in fear, just for a second but that's all it took.

Dean was flung off the monster, landing painfully on the ground before he was pinned by a heavy body. He fought and kicked but it didn't do him any good. He ignored the searing pain as his head was smashed into the ground and continued to fight as a fist connected with his jaw. He didn't get this far just to die.

He bucked the demon off him, pushing it's face into the ground before scrambling up to run towards the next one. His fist connected with it's nose, undoubtedly breaking it as the second one fell to the floor. The rest circled him, moving in but Dean refused to give in. He was weak, unarmed and no match for the group that was charging towards him.

That had never stopped him before.

The next two went down easily in a flurry of kicking and punching. The hunter easily grabbed them, kicking one in the jaw as it lunged at him whilst landing a harsh swing of the arm to the other's neck, incapacitating them both in seconds.

Dean saw a window, a gap in the circle for him to escape. He made a run for it, putting the last of his reserves of strength into getting away. He pulled forwards as he felt a tug on his clothes, trying to break free but it was no use. Dean was pulled backwards, limbs flailing in a last attempt to get away before he was taken down, five of them working to keep his limbs pinned to the floor.

"What've we got here, then?" A demon drawled as he walked forwards, hands stuffed in an expensive looking suit. It didn't stop anyone from noticing how disgusting the demon was, though. His teeth were crooked and yellow, his black hair long and greasy.

"Looks like a ikkle lost human, Boss." One of the demons holding him down sneered. "Doesn't look like anyone's marked him, either."

"Two toys in one week." The one straddling his chest chuckled. "Aren't we the lucky ones."

"More than that. Don't you know who this is?"The boss sneered as he crouched down next to Dean's face, pulling his hair so the human was forced to look him in the eye. "Dean Winchester." He breathed, making the man choke his rancid breath.

The demons shared a dark smirk as they stared down at the defenceless hunter, their grips unconsciously tightening painfully around his arms as they recognised the man that had killed so many of their kind.

"Fuck you." He snarled back, spitting in it's face and causing the boss to recoil in disgust. He received a harsh blow to ribs in retaliation, the hit knocking the air from his lungs and the demons continued to hold him down.

"I'd heard Castiel had him." Dean heard a demon say as he walked to where he was pinned, blood running from his nose. Dean would have been smug about the nose if he hadn't heard that name.

"Then he's ours." The boss smirked. "He won't come looking for him and I think this boy needs a few... punishments for what he's done to our kind."

"He'll come and he will fucking kill you." Dean snarled in his defence before a hand was clamped over his mouth.

"Don't be so sure, Castiel doesn't care about his pets. Many die, others get lost... disappear and they are all slowly broken until there is nothing left of their humanity. I've seen it, he fucks them and then kills them like they're less than shit to him. Looks like you weren't there long enough to experience it for yourself." The boss whispered, face inches away from Dean's.

He tried to keep the fear out of his eyes but imagining those things was too easy. He'd seen that look in Cas' eyes. He shook it off, he had gotten away. It wouldn't happen to him.

"If only we could send you back, you'd definitely pay for everything you've done. I guess we'll just have to try really hard, won't we boys?" His words were accompanied by a chorus of jeers from the demons around him.

Dean was flipped, hands tied tightly behind him with rope before they bound his ankles. He was thrown into the back of the pickup truck, his shoulder taking the brunt of the pain as he landed on the metal floor.

The truck set off, taking him to yet another prison. The situation was unfortunately familiar with him bound in a vehicle, being taken to an unknown hell. The only difference was that he could see the blue sky above him as he tried to ignore the jeers and harsh words of the demons that surrounded him.

It wasn't too long before Dean was grabbed again, two demons dragging him into the rundown house they had stopped at. He struggled as he was pushed in through the door, tearing his clothes as he fought against the tight grip.

"Get in the cage, whore." The boss sneered as Dean was thrown into a small cell.

"Fuck you, demon scum." Dean hissed back as the metal door was shut behind him, managing to pull himself to his knees in his bound state.

He looked around the old room, most of the demons had settled themselves down on the stained sofas that faced the tv, the only furniture other than the cages. The series of cages ran along the back wall, all four of them seemingly empty except for Dean's.

"Let me go or I will tear your heads off." Dean threatened, almost flinching back as an empty beer can was thrown at him, bouncing harmlessly off the iron bars.

"Shut it or we gag you. Simple as that, whore. You play nice and we might even feed you." One of the creatures cooed, putting his hand through the bars to pat Dean's head. He snapped at it, earning a smack on the nose before the hand withdrew.

"He was very serious. Any funny business Winchester and we will make you as miserable as possible." The boss warned, his disgusting smile and greasy hair making Dean want to puke.

The hunter never stopped, he slammed himself against the bars and screamed insults at the demonic creatures but nothing worked. Soon, they all just ignored him, choosing to chat and watch tv and drink beer instead.

"Please stop shouting." Dean heard from beside him. At first he thought he had imagined it, the voice so quiet that he was lucky to have heard it at all. He looked down, seeing the floor of the cell right next to him.

All he saw was an old blanket, too small for anyone to really use to cover themselves. He was quickly proven wrong, though, when a head poked out from under the cover of the frayed cloth. The kid was maybe seventeen, looking older in his face compared to his childlike body. He was small and skinny, unnaturally so.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, the first thing he could think to say.

"Just stay quiet, they forget about you. They won't hurt you." He squeaked, terror obvious in his wide eyes.

"Cut it out, slaves." One of the demons roared as another can was thrown haphazardly in their direction. The boy squeaked, diving under his cover as if his life depended on it. Dean wanted to scream back but stayed quiet, more for the kid's sake than his.

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The demons seemed to get bored with sitting around, taking more and more time to look over at their captives. It was unnerving to Dean. What where they going to do when they got too bored? What was he there for? All he knew was that it wasn't going to be pretty.

"So which one do you think, boys? Should we give our new whore a test run?" The boss asked, eyes already trailing over Dean's form, like he couldn't wait to get his hands on him

"Castiel obviously didn't break the hunter. I want to get off not get my dick bit off." There were mutters of agreement and Dean almost felt relieved. Almost. The look on the kid's face as the demons turned their attention to him was horrifying, his face pale, body weak as if someone had just sentenced him to death.

The boss came over, yanking the cage door open and reaching inside. The boy curled in on himself, not fighting, just trying to get away from the monster but it did him no good. The demon grabbed his arm, pulling him out from under the covers.

"Now, I want you to watch very carefully. I expect you to be very good for my men tomorrow, they work very hard." He hissed at Dean as he passed the shaking kid to another demon. "They need to relax. They need a nice little whore to make the rough days better."

Dean couldn't look away as they dragged the boy to the middle of the room and it wasn't for lack of trying. It was awful, they crowded around him, like predators intent on finishing the prey. The boy was naked, cowering on the floor where they had thrown him, dried blood clinging to his filthy skin from previous nights of pain and torture.

Dean wondered how long the kid had been stuck in the room, forced to serve the demons when they wanted it. One began to unbuckle it's belt and that was enough to make Dean look away. He felt weak, that kid had to live though it but Dean couldn't even glance that way.

He kept his eyes trained on the wall, unable to close them as he heard the gut wrenching screams of the human as he was beaten, used, destroyed. Dean couldn't breath through the lump in his throat, silent tears running down his face.

He was helpless, he couldn't save the kid. He was just meters away, out of reach and Dean hated himself for letting it happen, for not doing anything to save the defenceless teen.

It seemed like hours later before the noises stopped, the cries cutting off and demons going quiet before there was a rattle of the cage beside him as it was slammed shut behind the kid.

"Excited about tomorrow yet, hunter?" The boss sneered, turning off the lights before following the last of the demons out of the room, leaving the humans in the cold, dark room.

The kid never made a noise, not as they threw him back in his cell, not when the room went dark and quiet. At first Dean thought he could be unconscious and reached a hand out to touch his shoulder but the kid flinched back, audible sobs triggered by the touch.

"Shh, it's okay." Dean whispered, hoping it would soothe him. "I'll get us out of here. Someone's coming for me and he'll save you, too. I promise."

He held the kid's hand through the bars, wishing he could wrap his arms around him and comfort him, all the while begging, pleading, praying.

"Castiel, please. I need you. Please save me."

Will you all forgive me for making you wait this long? I know it's been a while and I left you at a very dramatic point. I just hope that this makes up for it. I'm so so so so so so sorry :'( I promise that I won't do this again!

This took a while because I took a break then concentrated on my other main story. This is only one half of this chapter so be ready for part two which is coming very soon. I thought about making you wait but thought I'd rather give smaller chapters faster than one big one. I hope you're all okay with it. xxx