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 13

For the first time since his recapture, Dean woke before the angel returned the next morning, enjoying his first moment's peace in too long. He couldn't really move but at least he was comfortable on the floor of his cage, able to lie and stretch without his limbs being tugged and strained above him.

For a long time he just breathed, able to relax in the new found peace. It was hard to keep the endless thoughts and fears at bay but, for just this short moment, Dean was determined to enjoy the silence. There was too much and he couldn't hide forever but he needed a moment to escape reality before it destroyed him. He took one last deep breath, knowing he couldn't put it off for long.

He was thankful for the short time to himself. Finally able to think over and recount the events of the last few days. Thinking about them now, Dean didn't know what to do. He could carry on fighting, enduring this torture like he had been but he knew it was pointless. Maybe in Hell he could survive every day in excruciating pain but not here, not like this.

It just wasn't the same. In Hell he was torn limb from limb, forced to experience every moment of agony for 30 years before practicing the same torture on innocent people. This wasn't the same, there was no reason to fight, no lives to save. Dean would happily live through Hell again if it meant he could make the right choice... and save his brother and the world from this horrifying future. But that wasn't the way life happened, this was it and Dean had a decision to make. No one would save him from the horror this time.

Giving in was still a serious consideration, even now while he was thinking straight and the pain wasn't fogging his judgement as much, and that scared him. There was nothing left for him to fight for, the world outside wasn't worth escaping to and it couldn't be saved. What was the point of trying to prevent the inevitable?

He thought back to the moments of bliss, trying to find disgust but only finding need at the thought of them, remembering the feeling of his Master. He knew he was growing hard at the thought of it all, not even caring that he was thinking about the angel in that way, as his Master.

He tried to shake away the thoughts, think about this clearly. Was something making him think this way? Was he possessed or deluded or being controlled? How was it all okay?

Before the man could think it through any further, convince himself this was wrong, he heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking. Before he had a chance to decide how he was going to act, his body instantly took over in fear, cowering down into the cage as he watched the door curiously.

The angel stepped in, looking as powerful as he had always done since Dean's capture. The sight didn't really help with the man's problem and all he could wander was since when did such dominance affect him like that?

Dean watched as Castiel walked towards him, each footstep making his heart beat faster as his mind raced, wondering what was about to happen and how he could prevent it. Could he act willing? Would that be enough to appease the creature?

The angel stopped outside the cage, kneeling down so he could look into the curious eyes of his Pet. He couldn't help but smile fondly at the sight, his Pet seemed more calm than he had since his capture, thought the angel couldn't bring himself to call it happiness, it was a start. His hand slipped through the bars, hand gently caressing through the tangled hair of the silent pet.

There was a moment of stillness as they stared at each other, one in fear and the other in hope before finally, Dean closed his eyes, sighing gently as he pushed his head gently into the hand, putting all his trust and willingness into that one gesture.

There was a second of shock, the angel not quite believing the man had done that purposefully, in the way he believed it signified. Maybe his Pet would cling to him for comfort after the angel had torn down his every defense, forced out the submissiveness the man tried to hide but this was definitely... new. He hadn't expected anything like this, especially not so soon. The angel had expected to force the man's compliance, use the moments of weakness against him until he learnt to obey.

Of course it was impossible to predict this man. Castiel could never forget that.

Dean waited for a long moment, hoping that he didn't have to explain or think through this, he just wanted the angel to see that the fight was over and move on before his brain kicked in with something stupid again. He was sick of thinking, sick of it all. If this was the way to end everything then so be it. He was ready.

Then the silence broke, Castiel's hand instinctively gripped his Pet's hair and Dean whined, pushing into the feeling, allowing himself to be owned. The thrill that ran through him was enough to confirm it, there was no going back. He was Castiel's Pet.

The second the angel could bear to let go of the beautiful creature that was sat in front of him, gasping and pushing against the bars like a slut as his grip tightened, he was dragging open that stupid cage door. His Pet watched docilely before realising he was expected to leave and gleefully crawled out, jumping at Castiel like an excited puppy and clinging to his legs until the calming hand returned to his hair.

He wanted to scoop the man up in his arms, kiss him and finally be free to touch what is his. He wanted to take him there, show his Pet what it means to be owned but he held back, calmly assessing the situation. He looked down at his Pet, noticing how weak he'd become from his treatment. The man was filthy, his naked body covered in grime with huge red welts and bruises painting his back and scattering all over his marked body. He hadn't been in the best condition when Castiel had taken him in but now his ribs could be clearly seen. A moment of guilt washed over him before he shook it off. It had been necessary and now he could treat his Pet right.

The whole time his Pet stared back, waiting patiently as the angel assessed him. The desperate erection hanging between his legs wasn't helping the angel's urge to use his Pet and he just seemed to be pleading for it, his eyes wide and needy and body stretched towards him, wanting to be taken.

Finally the angel knelt down to his Pet's level once again, forcing himself to remain calm and commanding while he wrapped up the punishment. He held the man under his chin, forcing him to make eye contact before speaking.

"I think there's something you want to say to me Pet." He said, gruff voice silently ordering his Pet to say those words.

Dean's breath hitched, knowing this was it. He was giving up, letting the monster have what he wanted. The fighting had been pointless, all the times he had told the angel he would never break... moments before the angel had him begging for more. He finally had to admit it. Castiel was the only creature in the world that could make Dean Winchester want to be owned and Dean was stuck in a room, facing the creature with no escape. There was no more fighting.

He tried to look away, pull out of the angel's grip but it was impossible. He was about to be overwhelmed by panic, not knowing what he was doing, the endless confusion returning. He was forced to stare into those blue eyes, warm and soft without the seemingly permanent anger clouding them. He looked so much like Castiel when he wasn't angry, the blue eyes were caring and soft, relaxing the man. He missed the angel so much, wanted him back but this was all he was getting, a sadistic imitation. All the fight leaked out of him once again. This was his life now. He just had to accept it.

"I-I'm sorry." He whispered, breath shaky as he forced out the words that would officially end everything about him, start a new part of his life. One without his brother or his friends, one only with the angel as his master. What it entailed the man wasn't yet sure but he could only hope that the creature really did care as Cas did and wasn't going to keep treating Dean like this. He'd be good if it meant being treated well, that he was certain of.

Dean was pulled out of his thoughts by a deep sigh from the angel, their eyes met again and relief flooded the man as the angel smiled gently, all anger or darkness disappearing from his face. Before he could think what to do next, he was scooped into the angel's arms, and he instinctively wrapped his arms around the angel's neck.

The angel chuckled gently, holding the man close to him as he reveled in his heat and softness and life. Everything about this man was beautiful and finally his. The man didn't resist but he seemed to be shocked, only responding in basic ways as his mind raced but the angel allowed it for now, he was too busy containing the ecstasy of touching his Pet to worry about the details.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He cooed gently, clutching his Pet closer as he walked out of the room and into the bathroom. He unwillingly placed his Pet on the floor, having to push lightly to make him let go. His Pet looked up at him from the ground with wide, interested eyes but still didn't speak. He just settled on his knees, watching the angel as he went to prepare his Pet's bath.

It was fair enough, his Pet was probably confused, wondering what was going to happen next and Castiel would explain it to him after he cared for him and cleaned him up. For now his Pet was being perfectly good, and probably didn't even know how inviting and submissive he looked knelt, naked behind him as he waited for his Master's instructions.

He turned the taps, beginning to flood the tub with fresh, warm water. As it filled, he turned to his Pet, smiling reassuringly as he didn't want to intimidate him at this point. He gestured to the man to come to him, watching for a moment in stunned awe as the man quickly crawled the short distance to the angel's feet rather than standing. He had a lot of potential.

Dean tried to not over think each action, taking every moment as it came as everything sunk in. He just followed his body's reactions, trusting them after the years of it saving his life. Thinking was his enemy. He shouldn't think, only follow his first instinct. It had never failed him before. From the angel's reactions he wasn't wrong to follow them either. Castiel wasn't exactly expressive but Dean could easily distinguish the smile that crept on his face and felt smug at knowing he could still surprise his angel.

The thought made him stop for a moment so he could force himself to remember this wasn't his angel, only something made to look like him. He had to leave all those thoughts behind and not ruin the memories of Cas with this creature. It was the only way to survive.

All thoughts of Cas and worry and the fighting were washed away when he was scooped up and dropped into the steaming bath, hissing in pain as every red mark on his body was engulfed in flames but allowing the angel to position him. He remained placid as he was scrubbed down, watching as the clear water quickly adopted a brown tinge.

Castiel washed away the water, rinsing down his Pet before refilling the bath with clean water, adding bubbles which foamed up around his Pet. The man was slowly coming back to full awareness as the angel recognized him scanning the room and finding it safe to relax into the rising water. It was impossible to not notice the deep thought his Pet was in as his forehead creased with concentration and his eyes focused on the drain.

Maybe it was wrong to give in? What if this was Hell? Was he being tricked or used for another greater purpose? Was it possible for there to be more to destroy? Surely the Earth wasn't enough for these creatures, all they cared about was destruction. All they wanted was death.

He looked up at the angel, glad that he didn't look back so he was free to stare. He couldn't see any change, not really. Castiel looked tougher, maybe even cruel but he knew that Lucifer had made him that way, that when Cas had chosen this he must have been sure it was the best outcome.

"Have you made a decision yet?" The angel asked suddenly, breaking the silence and causing the man to jump.

"I-uh, what?" He stammered, heart racing suddenly as he was pulled back to the present and the very real, very close danger.

"I'm guessing you're debating whether it was a good idea to give yourself to me." He stated, as if it was a trivial thing.

"It doesn't matter." He said, barely managing to maintain a steady voice, why would the angel care about his thoughts anyway. He had what he wanted, and the man wanted to be left alone to deal with the decision. It's not like he had any other choice.

"It does to me. I want you to be happy here, whether you believe it or not. And so I need you to be good for me. No more fighting, please. I do not want you to hurt like you have."

"What will fighting achieve." He whispered, showing his weakness for just a moment and allowing the angel to see how helpless and defeated this felt.

"Shh. You are not weak. I know this is hard for you, that life has put you through so much but there is no need to hate yourself for this. The world isn't what it was, you're not in danger here. No lives rely on you any more" The angel told him softly, managing to soothe the man. He was glad the words were calming, the angel didn't know what words would help his Pet accept this but for now the truth seemed to give him peace of mind.

The angel watched the man happily as he washed him down again, using a cloth to scrub his skin and washing his matted hair. Dean quickly relaxed into the movements, shifting to allow Castiel to reach all of him as they settled into a comfortable silence.

The angel ran his hand over the man's injuries as he cleaned him, not quite healing them completely but removing most of the pain and allowing the wounds to heal much faster than they would naturally. It was obvious his Pet needed it as he sighed, relaxing further as the worst of his pain was removed so he could move without the sharp pain clouding everything.

The angel's hands continued to wander but Dean didn't protest. It felt nice being stroked and scratched and touched without any other motives other than to feel him. His hair was washed again and he was scrubbed down until he felt cleaner than he had in months.

A gasp escaped from the man as the cloth brushed overt his erection and he just hoped the angel wouldn't notice. Of course he wasn't so lucky. The angel just smiled at him when he looked up, the hand lingering longer than necessary.

"Don't be scared, Pet." The angel said, attempting to reassure him. "I won't do anything to harm you. Not now."

The hand didn't move away and suddenly it was holding his dick, the barrier of the cloth gone. Dean gulped, unsure of what to do before his eyes met the angels, seeing the same hesitation. They both stayed like that for a moment, unsure of the next move before the man decided it was enough. If this was going to happen he wasn't going to pretend to be coy. He leaned forwards, moving his face closer to the angel's who seemed to get the hint. He quickly closed the gap, crushing their mouths together in a hot, desperate kiss.

Dean tried to keep up as he was consumed by the angel, his body on fire as the hand worked over his cock and the hot mouth pressed against his own as he moaned helplessly. It was drowning him, the real world falling away far too quickly as he panted and pressed harder against the angel.

All thoughts of restraint were gone, Castiel couldn't stop himself. All he wanted was his Pet. Wanted to have him in every way he knew. Before he could even think his clothes had vanished and he splashed into the tub with his Pet, pressing himself as close as he could as they both pushed closer, holding and grabbing and kissing in a passionate frenzy.

A second of comprehension was all it took for Castiel to be able to pull himself away, dragging the man away from him. He was panting desperately which didn't make any sense and his Pet was in a similar state. He quickly composed himself, masking any emotions and replacing them with the terrifying anger he should be feeling.

"Never do that." Castiel ordered, his voice echoing off the walls and causing the man to flinch from it's power.

Castiel wasn't angry, he wanted more of his Pet but that wouldn't help the situation in any way. The man needed to be taught the boundaries and that definitely crossed them. Instead of pulling completely away or continuing, he sat across from his dazed Pet in the bath, enjoying the sight.

"Sorry." The man whispered to the surprise of the angel. He shifted back, avoiding eye contact as he cowered away in the bath.

"Don't do that." Castiel chastised, lightening his tone, gesturing for the man to come and lie with him. Surely that wasn't going to do any damage.

Dean complied without any complaints, sliding over so he could lie back over the angel's chest. It was a weird situation, he'd never seen the angel naked like this before and strange was not the word to describe how this felt but he enjoyed being held so he didn't object. A small part of him reminded him that he couldn't have any objections, he had no say in this but he hid them away. It was his choice to do these things, he could not do them and experience the torture instead. That was his choice to make.

"I touch you." The angel explained simply. "And you only touch what I tell you to. Do not do that again."

Dean managed a choked, "okay" but it was enough for Castiel. He hadn't known, had only acted on his needs but he was going to learn that his needs were no longer important, that his Master's needs came first.

"Good boy." He whispered in the man's ear, earning a shiver as he pulled him closer so the man's back was completely pressed against him in the water. "I don't expect you to always be right, but I will not have to punish you if you can learn what isn't acceptable. Do you understand?"

"Yes." Dean confirmed, sounding more sure as what was happening sunk in. He didn't over think how wrong that was, that he had willingly initiated that and been truly sorry that he had upset his Master. He just took in the situation, lying over the angel's naked body in the bath, feeling everything and he really didn't want to think about that. Touching that area had been crazy enough.

Castiel continued as if that hadn't happened, getting the soap and cleaning the man once more now that the thick layer of grime was gone. He dragged it out, enjoying lying there with his Pet too much for them to get out, he was already completely drenched anyway. His hand wandered down again, the angel not able to stop himself. He was disappointed to find the hardness had gone but it was to be expected. He had scared his Pet rather badly.

Instead of giving up Castiel continued to play with the man's cock until it hardened under his touch and the man was back to moaning as he teasingly stroked.

"You're beautiful like this." The angel cooed into Dean's ear as he continued to tease the man. "Gonna keep you like this forever. You're mine. Mine touch touch and tease. To hurt and take. To use as I please. And I promise I'm going to do all of it."

Dean whined at the words, his head thrown back over the angel's shoulder as he was taken too close. He was going to come any second, his whole body feeling ready to burst and it built and built. Then, suddenly, the angel moved on, continuing to clean the rest of him, leaving the man hard and desperate.

Dean whined and wiggled under his Master's touch while he was cleaned, trying to receive any sexual pleasure, just anything to stop him needing it so much. He was so desperate for that touch again as his cock throbbed, begging for the attention he couldn't give.

The angel chuckled at the man, enjoying his reaction. "Not yet, Pet. It would be a shame to waste the last few days of getting you ready for this. Let's make it special. See what I can do to make you come nice and hard."

"No." Dean challenged, the word powerful but barely more than a whisper. It took all of his strength to turn around to stare the angel in the eye, call upon all his courage "Never again."

Dean was expecting something to make him pay for saying that but nothing came, not a slap or any sort of anger. He just stayed still, his eyes screwed closed in a sort of panic at the silence.

"You don't mean that." The angel finally said, his voice calm and controlled. Too controlled. He was pissed. "What don't you want me to do?"

Dean hesitated, not knowing what to say before finally thinking of something. "I don't want you to hurt me like that again."

"If you give me no reason to there will be no repeat of that." Castiel reassured him. "But you're not being truthful. You want me to hurt you, I know it and so do you. Do you want me to spank you again? Like we've done before?"

Dean nodded hesitantly, hating the angel's new trick as he was forced to accept this life bit by bit. But this was the truth, he never wanted to go back to the torture yet he could not lie to himself or Castiel. The pain wasn't what he hated.

"Apologise for that silly outburst." Casitel ordered, making Dean feel stupidly childish for what he had said, "I'm being exceptionally lenient here."

"I know, I'm sorry." Dean muttered, glad his back was to the angel as he blushed, feeling more ridiculous than ever.

Without saying a word the angel disappeared from behind him, appearing at the side of the bath dry and fully dressed. He held out a towel and Dean quickly got out of the bath so the angel could begin to dry him off.

He was covered in the huge fluffy towel and quickly dried down before he was walked back into his room on shaky legs, surprised to see it in a similar condition to what it had been before, clean and simple with his blanket in the corner, now accompanied with a pillow and more blankets so he could sleep more comfortably.

A chair sat suspiciously in the center of the room, a small table positioned to the side and Dean watched it, half in worry, half in anticipation. He knew what that had meant in the past.

"Don't get Excited, Pet. We're not doing anything tonight, you need to recover." Castiel said as he settled on the chair.

Dean pouted, unhappy that it wasn't an option, even if he'd been torn over wanting to moments ago and settled on the floor bedside his Master.

"Tomorrow. " The angel promised with a chuckled, stroking his Pet's hair. "No need to rush."

Castiel took the plate of food off the table, placing it on his lap so his Pet could see the contents.

"In guessing you're hungry, Pet." Castiel's voice rumbled as Dean started at the plate, salivating at the amazing smell.

He nodded eagerly, watching the steam rise from the golden fries and oversized, greasy burger.

"I thought so." Castiel muttered with a smile, picking up one of the fries and placing it in his Pet's mouth who moaned happily at the taste. The angel fed him a few more, watching each be devoured by the eager man.

He made quick work of it and when all of it was finished, Dean sat back contently. He was relaxed and his belly was finally full and maybe everything was okay. He yawned, head resting on the angel's knee as he relaxed. A hand found his head and stroked his hair soothingly.

"You look like you need a nap." The angel murmured gently to him and he managed to summon enough energy to nod. "I think you should remove my clothes, Pet."

Dean looked at him in confusion for a moment, wondering what had made the angel request such a thing. He knew the angel could do it himself in a second but was realizing he didn't with many things. He didn't question the angel and stood with him so he could begin stripping him. He quickly removed the shirt, undoing the buttons and pushing it away before starting on his pants. He didn't hesitate when they went down, following with his underwear until he was completely naked before the man.

"Good boy." He praised again, pushing the towel away from the man's shoulders and pulling him into his arms. "I think you can have a reward for your behaviour."

Dean's instant reaction was to reject it because it was bound to be something twisted or wrong or sexual but he stayed quiet, not wanting to cause any more trouble after being forgiven enough for the angel to suggest a reward.

He was swept off his feet suddenly as the angel picked him up. He was disorientated for a second as they shifted before the angel dropped him down onto something soft. Castiel collapsed next to him and he looked around to find that a bed had appeared in the room and he was sat on it. Guessing that was his reward he pressed his face into the thick pillows, enjoying the softness on his skin and sweet smell of the sheets.

The sheet was pulled over him and the angel's arms pulled them together so he was being spooned. He wriggled, getting comfy, seeing no point in being uncomfortable if the angel insisted on holding him while he slept. He buried his head in the pillows, sleep already calling to him.

"Sleep well, my Pet." Castiel whispered, surrounding the man's body with his own and covering them with the thick sheets. "One day, Pet. This is how it will always be."

The words shocked him, did the angel really see this as their future? Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, this wasn't exactly the life of a slave. He thought back to Claire, she was cautious but he had never seen her hurt or seeming badly treated. The man took great comfort in the words, believing them, as he drifted off to sleep, surrounded by his Master.

Castiel smiled, reigning in the intense happiness as he held his Pet closer. He kissed the man's neck, just because the man was his now and he could. It was the most wonderful feeling to actually have this, to be able to touch and care for his Pet rather than torturing a nameless human.

The angel rested his head against his Pet's on the pillow, closing his eyes and sleeping for the first time since he had sworn himself to Lucifer.

I can't really say anything other than thanks for all the comments long after the last update and sorry for making you wait so long. They were so motivating and I hope this is enough to regain your trust.

Please, can I have a quick comment on your views on this writing. I'm a bit rusty, both from the plot and writing so pointers would be good right now. Thanks for your support everyone!