Angel's Pet

This will contain swearing, non-con, dark themes, beatings, slash Cas/Dean and a master/slave relationship, BDSM and anything else you can possibly think of. 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 10

Dean thought the dark would last forever, he spent hours trying to twist out of the tight rope or reach the knot that tied his ankles but only succeeded in giving himself severe rope burn.

The kid never spoke, just sat quietly. After a while he disappeared under the blanket, presumably to sleep whilst Dean twisted and turned, swearing as he once again knocked his head against the bars. Dean couldn't sleep, not like this, in fear of being attacked while he slept.

When he wasn't trying to escape, Dean prayed. He prayed that Castiel would come and save him, called for the angel again and again, hoping that he would hear and rescue him. Dean wondered if it was wrong to want to go back, after everything the angel had done, after what the demons had promised he would do if he ever caught Dean.

It probably made no difference either way. The demons would use him, kill him or Cas would find him, use him and kill him. It was a lose-lose situation but Dean was pretty sure that the angel was a safer bet, no matter what.

When the lights were switched back on, the kid visibly flinched under his blanket, growing impossibly smaller. Dean just blinked away the glare caused by the sudden brightness, watching for the demons as they entered the room.

None of them talked, an eerie silence following them as they filed into the room, each one standing around the cages. Dean knew they were up to something, something wrong and awful. He moved back, pressing himself up against the wall as the boss came up to their cages, a set of keys jingling in his hand.

"We've got a little treat for the two of you." The boss sneered, opening the cages. "It's time to make good use of you both."

He stepped back, letting two demons through. They were both intimidatingly large, at least six foot with endless muscle. Dean really wasn't ready to try his chances with either on them. The first one grabbed the kid, pulling the squirming creature into his arms.

Dean went without resistance, allowing the evil creature to pull him into it's grasp. He was too tired and weak to fight. There was nothing left in him to fight with and nothing to fight for to give him strength.

They were both dumped in the middle of the room, all the furniture pushed against the walls to give them even more room. Dean shuffled close to the boy, hoping to give him comfort but it didn't seem to do any good. He just sat there, eyes staring brokenly at the floor as the demons surrounded them.

Dean's mind jumped back to Castiel, mentally begging for him to come, to stop this. He knew this was the end, this was it. His eyes screwed shut, imagining the angel, remembering the beautiful creature from when before all this happened. Castiel had risked everything for him, had been willing to kill and die. He couldn't just let this happen.

"No daydreaming for you, hunter, we want you to feel everything we do to you." The boss hissed as three demons grabbed him. He squirmed uselessly as his clothes were torn from his body, ripped apart so they could be pulled off his bound form.

"I knew you'd look good, whore, but you were really holding out on us." The boss taunted, running his hands over Dean's body, one hand squeezing his cock painfully as he grabbed Dean's hair, pulling his head back so he was forced to look in the demon's eyes as he was touched.

Dean didn't react to the touch, just stared defiantly at the demon. It was hard, he wanted away from the intruding hand, he wanted to hit and scream at his attacker but he stayed silent, not satisfying him with a reaction, something that angered the demon more than anything.

After a few moments the demon just smirked, giving Dean's balls a painful twist before he stood. Dean couldn't stop his face from twisting in pain, glad that the demon had moved before he saw it.

"This one is going to be a lot of fun." The monster commented, earning looks of jealousy from the rest of them in the room.

Dean was grabbed again, forced to sit on his knees as two of them settled behind him, each one holding onto an arm. He tried to ignore that he was completely helpless and naked in front of them, thinking of anything else to keep his mind occupied.

"Some of my boys are upset, Winchester." The boss started, staring down at Dean. "You didn't watch last night but we are reasonable men, you get to watch us use this whore for the last time before it's your turn."

As if it was an invitation, the demons moved forwards to the kid. Nothing stopped him from fighting back, no rope or restraints but he just let them pull him into position, pushing his head to the ground as the forcefully spread his legs.

Dean watched the kid as he shook in fear, silent tears running down his face as he held himself still on his stomach. He tried to look away but the second his head turned, a hand threaded itself through his hair, twisting so he was forced to face the awful act.

"I wouldn't look away if I were you. And don't shut your eyes, we have ways of making you watch." The boss threatened but he didn't need to. Dean just couldn't close his eyes, couldn't even blink. All he could do was watch in horror as a demon knelt down behind the slave, hard cock already hanging out of his clothes as he grabbed the human's hips.

Dean wanted to be sick as he watched the demon thrust into the kid, forcing choked screams from him. The monster was ruthless but Dean didn't look that way, it was too much for him. His concerned eyes fell upon the boy's face as he screamed his agony. Sounds of sympathy rose in Dean's throat, whimpers and cries of distress echoing off the walls. The demons didn't notice, though, they were too busy talking and cheering on the one using the human.

Finally, the demon stopped, finding his release and pulling away from the sobbing kid. The boss' grip on Dean's hair tightened as another demon came forward. He thought for a moment that they were all going to take turns when he pulled the kid up to his feet.

"You're going to love this bit." The boss whispered in his ear as the demon wrapped his hands around the kid's neck, one of them pushed against his jaw.

Dean flinched as he heard the deafening crack of the kid's neck being broken, watched in a daze as he fell lifelessly to the ground. The body was pushed out of the way, into the wall with the furniture like he was a broken toy.

They didn't give the hunter a second to think before the demons holding him threw him to the ground. Dean managed to catch himself before his head hit the ground but the two demons grabbed him again, pushing his head hard against the floor.

"You know, it's a shame you had to see that." The boss sighed as he moved to kneel behind the human, a hand stroking over his bare ass. "Now you know how it ends."

Panic was dominating Dean's mind as he felt the hands of the head demon running over his defenceless form. He tried to squirm away, get the awful creature off him but he was just pushed down into the floor.

"Cas is gonna kill you." He cried out in hysteria, fight his binding pointlessly.

"Did the angel ever fuck you? Have you been stretched open yet or will my cock be you first?" The boss said softly in his ear. "Because if you thought it hurt for our other little whore, that is nothing compared to the first time I bury my cock in that tight ass of yours."

Dean couldn't hold back a hysterical sob at the words, everything in him screaming to fight and escape as he bucked and flailed, only managing to injure himself. He could hardly breathe as more hands held him down, suffocating as they subdued him.

Something hot and hard pressed against his ass, making it impossible to forget what was about to happen. He couldn't get away, couldn't fight.

"Please, don't." He whispered, desperate. "Cas help!" He cried, knowing it would do him no good.

"Don't worry. Maybe, if you're good, I'll prepare your whore ass next time." The boss snickered, lining up with the virgin hole. "Maybe you'll even learn to enjoy it."

OXOXOX

"Where the fuck did he go, Claire?" Castiel almost screamed at her, his whole body thrumming with aggressive energy. It was taking all of his self-restraint to not hurt her.

"He just went, Master. He ran and I couldn't stop him. I'm sorry." She sighed quietly, refusing to challenge her Master's anger. She knew how to approach his moods but had never seen him so angry before, he looked ready to kill.

"You lost him. Just like that." He whispered, the anger building up inside him. "I can't find him, Claire!" He roared, making her flinch back in fear. "He could be killed or taken by those scum and I will not be able to find him."

Castiel paced the room, having only been able to return moments earlier. He had expected escape from his Pet, that was inevitable but this? He had gotten away, giving himself a head start and Castiel had no chance of finding him.

"Here is what we do. You're gonna go down to the village and see if anyone has seen him. I'm gonna stay here and get out some maps and look for anywhere he could've gone, right?" Claire said after a minute, her voice steady and demanding.

"Right." He agreed before flying off, needing to find his Pet and soon.

Claire sighed, relaxing once the angel disappeared. She quickly grabbed the items she needed, a pencil and a map before spreading them out on the floor. She wanted her Master to get Dean back. It was strange that she was helping to recapture him, her own kind. Someone, from her experience, would be tortured and killed after his recapture but her Master seemed different with him, more forgiving of mistakes and more patient and kind.

Though it was a long shot, she thought that this could be the end. Dean could be the one thing her Master was searching for and if he was lost then he would become even darker than he already was. From what she'd heard and what she'd seen there was a chance, a possibility that her Master loved Dean and she wasn't willing to let him lose it.

She got to work, drawing a quick diameter of the area the hunter could have covered in his few hours head-start then another that circled around the area he was most likely to travel to, making it bigger to compensate for the time they would lose in the search.

She placed several large crossed over ruins or woodland where Dean could be hiding, following the trails of road with her finger to find any path he could have took. There were so many places and variables that it would be impossible to search everywhere.

She sat back with a sigh, not knowing what to do. She had to wait for her Master to come back before she could decide where was the best place to check, he knew him better than she did. It was already getting dark as she highlighted a few more likely areas.

Claire waited for hours, lying over the map, searching for any clue for getting Dean back as her eyes drooped and she struggled to keep her head off the ground. She eventually fell asleep, wondering if it was the end. She couldn't calm a grieving Castiel, no matter how much he cared about her, Dean's death would be her end.

OXOXOX

Castiel landed on the outskirts of the demon village, starting at the house on the very edge. It was going to take too long, his Pet had been gone for hours and for all he knew the man was already dead. He tried not to let that fear take over him. This was Dean, he could survive anything.

He didn't bother opening the door, saving time by flying into the house. It was empty, no Dean and no inhabitants. He sighed, knowing it was the first disappointment of many but the chance that Dean could be in any one of them, scared and hidden by one of those stupid monsters left him knowing that he would never give up.

He was at it for hours, scouring the area for anywhere his Pet could be hidden. He searched houses and basements and garages. He interrogated demons and humans alike for any clue that Dean had been seen with no luck. Dean could have stole a car or ran in the opposite direction for all he knew.

The first few strands of daylight were already peeking through the gaps in the buildings, signalling he start of the second day of his Pet's escape. He flew back, hoping Claire had something, anything that they could work with to get Dean back.

He landed back in the main room, impatient to wait for the news from Claire. He almost smiled as he saw her crashed out on the floor, pen still in her hand as she led over the map she had been using.

"Claire." He whispered, pushing her gently and causing her to jump awake.

"I'm so sorry." She muttered. "I was waiting for you, didn't realised I'd fell asleep."

"Relax." He sighed. "Did you find anything?"

She shook her head, pulling herself off the ground. "He could be anywhere." She sighed, gesturing over the maps. "He could be hiding anywhere marked, the highlighted areas are where he's most likely reached by foot."

"Thanks." He whispered, eyes trailing over the diagram for anywhere Dean would go.

"What if they already have him?" She asked fearfully.

"We'll find him." Castiel assured her, "He's not an easy man to kill."

"If demons got him he could be anywhere." She worried before an idea struck her. "Master? Was anyone missing when you checked the town?"

"Mason." He remembered quickly. "And most of his group now that I think about it."

"Do you think...?"

"Maybe." He agreed, knowing that the demon was notorious for taking humans. "Where do you think he hides them?"

The woman turned to the maps, looking for any trail that could be taken by the awful gang of demons. "There's a road running from the village, past half a dozen old barns. I think that's it." She almost cheered, drawing dark circles around the area, much smaller than the one they had to search previously. "Let's just hope that he's there."

"And that he's still okay when we reach him." Castiel added, "I need to go now." He disappeared not waiting for an answer. He had to find his Pet as soon as possible, there was no telling what the demons could do with him.

He flew off straight away, not wanting to waste any time. The first structure was crumbling apart and he almost left for the next building immediately but decided it was worth a quick check, just in case they were hiding his Pet there.

He had no luck, finding nothing other than more rubble. The next barn was just as fruitless, leaving the angel frustrated and impatient. He was already halfway through the second day and couldn't leave his Pet on his own for a second night.

He reached the third one, forcing the door of the ancient barn open. The distinct smell of blood and sex hit him strong and the angel knew he had the right place. Castiel ran forward, needing to find his Pet. He reached another door and could hear the distressed sounds of the man.

A voice called out through the building, echoing through the corridor. Castiel threw himself through the door, his only thought was to save Dean, save the man who was begging for him to come and save him.

He grabbed the first creature he saw, attacking the demon fiercely. The thing screamed in agony as his grace burned it, killing it so the demon could never come back. The rest in the room jumped back in alarm, fearful of what was about to happen.

Castiel grinned, stepping forwards, ready to kill them all. One dived at him, trying to get out but the angel caught the creature, breaking it's neck and throwing it to the ground.

He looked around the room, waiting for another to make the leap when he saw him. Dean. He had to stop himself from running over, comforting the cowering man. He was being held to the floor by two demons that refused to move away. One knelt behind the human, smirking at the angel, looking him straight in the eye. Mason. He was going to pay for that.

Dean hadn't looked up, didn't know that the angel was there. For a moment Castiel wondered why when he realised the man was waiting, whole body frozen in fear as he waited for-for.

Castiel saw red, attacking two more and killing them in seconds. How dare they touch what was his, his Dean, his Pet. They all deserved to suffer. He had never felt so powerful, his anger fuelling it. The lights smashed above him, sending the room into darkness as the walls shook.

Two Demons were flung into the wall, Castiel catching them around their necks, choking them and making them squirm. He watched the terror in their eyes, taking it in for as long as he dared before killing them, his grace leaving empty shells of bodies as they fell to the ground.

He killed the next one without a thought, intent on reaching the three that surrounded his Pet. They had all moved away from him, leaving the man cowering on the floor as they prepared to run or fight.

He grabbed the next two, not even feeling the pathetic struggles of the creatures as the hissed and fought, their black eyes staring defiantly back at him.

"Never touch Dean." He snarled, killing the demons with a snap of theirs necks as his grace pulsed through them, consuming the darkness and destroying everything inside them. He dropped the bodies, letting them crumple at his feet.

He turned, facing the last demon. The leader, the one responsible for taking his Pet. He was going to make sure Mason paid. He walked over, watching the creature flinch at his every footstep until he was towering over the demon.

He pushed the demon into the wall behind him, grabbing it by it's neck and pulling it off he ground.

"Now beg for death or I will hurt you like you were going to hurt my Pet." Mason didn't respond, just shook under the powerful grasp of his superior. "Pathetic." Castiel snarled, grip tightening as his grace burned away at the demon's essence, killing the creature as slowly and painfully as he could. The demon deserved worse.

The angel didn't look over to Dean, knowing he would do something he would later regret. He tried to calm his anger, knowing that blindly attacking his Pet was wrong, stupid. He looked around the room, spotting a body on the floor, one he recognised. The angel walked over, using his foot to turn the corpse over.

He just sighed at the sight of his lost slave, Jack's body bloodied and broken. At least he had a pretty good excuse for killing the demons. Either way Lucifer wasn't going to be happy. He turned the body back over, not really enjoying the sight of the destroyed body. Demons had no finesse, choosing to tear their victims apart instead.

Castiel waited, unsure of approaching the terrified creature. Even without being able to sense the man, the angel knew that he was terrified and lost, probably impossible to deal with He settled on waiting for a few moments to see if his Pet came to him.

Dean hadn't dared to look up, not when he heard the fighting right next to him or the screams of the demons as they were destroyed. He was too scared of the demons that still surrounded him, knowing there was a chance that they would kill him. Then the demons backed away, not touching him but still there... until they weren't but Dean still didn't move, frozen in fear as he realised what was in the room.

Then he heard that voice, saying his name. That same, deep, protective voice and he knew this couldn't be that monster who pretended to be his friend, It was Cas, he'd come to save him. Dean's eyes flew open, watching as the angel killed the last demon.

Tears welled in his eyes blurring his vision. He just hoped that this was it, no more insanity. He wanted his angel back.

"Cas?" He asked hopefully, shakily getting to his feet. "Please tell me that's you."

Castiel looked over at his Pet, pushing down the urge to beat him, to punish him for nearly getting himself killed. He pushed down the urge to run to his Pet, check if he was okay, coddle him until the man was no longer cowering in fear.

He held them back, holding onto his blank mask as he approached his Pet, watching the fear pulse through him as he realised that this was still his Master. Panic radiated from his Pet as he stood there, unable to run but too scared to accept his fate.

The man took a deep shaking breath, forcing himself to look into the eyes of the monster. This was it, no Cas to save him, just the dark creature that claimed to be him. He took one step forward, knowing that nothing could change it now but he had to try.

"Please, Cas. I know this isn't you." He whispered desperately. "This wasn't supposed to happen, I'm so sorry. You just need to snap out of it so we can escape and kill Lucifer and then everything can go back to the way it was and we can be together, I promise. Please forgive everything I have done to you, we can forget that this happened. Please Cas, I know you're in there somewhere."

He stepped forward again, closing the gap between him and the angel. His shaking hand reached forward, taking hold of the angel's, gripping tightly as if he could never let go. His eyes were pleading, needing the angel to say something, anything. All of his trust was put into that one gesture, leaving him completely defenceless.

The angel stared back, all the anger and darkness gone for a second. "I'm sorry, Pet. This is who I am now. You can't change this." He whispered, knocking the hunter out so he could take him home and prepare for the punishment.

Well, there's the next bit. I hope you enjoyed :)

I'm sure you all can't wait to find out what Cas is gonna do! Also, I'm on a roll, ten chapter milestone totally deserves comments ;)