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 14
Dean woke abruptly to the sound of knocking at the door, attempting to move but failing as he struggled under something heavy, realizing he was being pinned down by the angel. He waited for Castiel to let go of him or answer the door but the angel didn't move. The knocking came again, then again and Dean called for them to come in, not knowing what else to do and confused by the lack of response from the angel.
Claire walked in, the usual tray in her arm, smiling as she closed the door behind her. Dean almost laughed at her shocked face as she saw her Master and Dean curled up in the bed. She recovered from the shock quickly, regaining her usual ability to ignore her Master's strange pastimes.
"I had wondered where you were Master." She called lightly as she crossed the room, placing the tray of food on the table. "Master?" She said once more when she didn't get a response.
Dean plucked up the courage to speak with the angel around seeing as he wasn't responding. "He's not moved in a while. Is he asleep?" He asked, too paranoid to try and move himself out of the angel's grasp.
"I don't know." She said in confusion, staring at the angel that lay unmoving in the bed. "He's never done that before."
"He can sleep." Dean said. "Didn't know he was a deep sleeper though." He wriggled out from under the angel's grasp, earning a grunt in complaint but not managing to wake him.
Claire stared at him for a moment, the man completely naked as he pulled away the sheets before her eyes went wide. "Did you two-?"
"Huh? What are you on about?" He asked, confused for a moment before the realization hit. "Oh no, God no. No fucking way. What the fuck do you thinks wrong with me? Never in a million years." He tried to deny but she just smiled slyly.
"You gave in though." She smiled knowingly.
Dean didn't deny it, even with everything in his body telling him to disagree with what she said. Hearing it like that made it seem worse than in his head but it was the truth, no matter how much he hated or wanted to fight it.
"I don't know what's happening. I can't take it back. But I hate him for this, so fucking much. That's not my Cas, it's some sick monster designed to torture me. How can he be like this, kind and gentle and sweet and think that it makes all this okay?" He confided, sitting as far away from the sleeping angel on the bed as he could, wrapping his arms around himself as he curled up his legs.
"It's how he is. It's what he wants, Dean. You at his side to calm him but there to take anything he wants to do. I've seen it so much but he can't find a balance, Master is too impulsive and I worry so much for you because if you don't give that to him you won't survive." She sighed. "I hope he's still asleep, he'll kill me if he can hear us."
"Don't worry, he is." Dean reassured her as he looked over to the sleeping angel. "He looks like he did before." He sighed, "At peace."
"What was he like? Before?" She asked curiously.
"Stubborn and strict with moments of insanity I'd call kindness. I still see it all, that hasn't changed and it's so confusing because he was never this cruel, he would do anything for me... I've always been important, he killed for me, had fell because of me and was prepared to die. I don't know where I stand any more. Things have changed so much."
"He does care for you." She whispered. "He has never been so kind or forgiving. You bring it out in him."
"I think I do. Maybe it could work, we could get a balance. I didn't think it possible but this shows he can be kind, right?" He told her. "It doesn't mean I trust him or forgive him but I know I'm not getting out of here."
The woman smiled gently at him. "I never was the religious type but if he really is what they say he is, an angel, then maybe it is all for a reason."
"I wouldn't bet on it." Dean sniggered. "As a general rule angels are huge dicks. Cas only broke that rule occasionally."
She smiled back, opening the door behind her. "I want to know more, when we're alone properly. I don't know anything about him really, or anything that's happened. Master isn't willing to speak about it."
"I'm happy to share." The man agreed as the door shut behind her, leaving him alone with the angel.
Once she had left, Dean turned to watch Castiel sleep. It was scary, being able to observe freely. He could see it clearly, the likeness to his angel. This was his Cas, it had to be. The thought didn't hit him as hard as it had before, he didn't shy away from it. After what had happened he couldn't let himself hide from this reality. This creature now owned him, Dean had given himself over completely and it didn't seem as crazy as it once did.
Dean smiled slightly, maybe it was just because the angel looked much more like Cas while he slept, the dark frown that had become permanently engraved on his face missing, making him look peaceful and innocent once again. That was definitely untrue but the hunter found some peace of mind as he wedged himself between the angel's arms again and prepared to wake his Master.
Not knowing what he should do, Dean just gave the angel a sharp poke. Castiel didn't react at all and the man tried again, still earning no reaction. Dean huffed, nudging the sleeping angel with his head. Not wanting to wait to eat, but not knowing what to do, the man just got himself comfortable once more, his naked body pressed up against the angel's as he gently tried to rouse his Master with touches and nudges, each becoming harder than the last.
It didn't take long before the angel stretched his body, wrapping his arm tightly around his Pet as he began to awake. Dean smiled, letting the arms encompass him for a moment before shifting slightly so he wasn't being crushed as much.
Dean jumped in shock as the angel moved suddenly behind him, sitting up in panic and instantly making the man alert, searching for what had disturbed his angel.
The angel looked down at Dean quizzically for a moment before his whole body visibly relaxed. The man didn't say anything as Castiel led next to him again, taking long, deep breaths before returning to holding the man as if nothing had happened.
"Good morning, Pet." He whispered in Dean's ear, holding the man closer to him.
"Morning." The man greeted back. "Did I scare you?" He teased, pushing his luck too far without thinking. He was probably feeling too comfortable in this situation, it wasn't exactly a good idea to act like they were friends after receiving one act of kindness.
"I wouldn't be so disrespectful if I were you." The angel warned with the smallest hint of menace, the words almost comforting Dean. The response was predictable, he easily guessed that Cas wouldn't take well to him being so relaxed but there was no annoyance in the voice so no harm had been done.
"Sorry." The whispered, letting his body be shifted and moved until the angel could completely wrap his arms around him.
"I was just surprised you were still here. Pleasantly, of course." The angel purred, pulling the man closer and Dean could feel the obvious erection pressed against his body but he managed to ignore it. "Not like I expect any less of you. You've behaved perfectly."
Dean felt an odd glow of pride at the compliment, momentarily hating the feeling before pushing it aside. Ignoring that reaction of disgust deep down, the only sane part of him left was getting easier and easier and he knew soon he wouldn't even notice it.
Refusing to dwell on such destructive thoughts, Dean shyly answered. "Thank you." He whispered, smiling as the angel held him harder as they shared a short moment of happiness.
"You're perfect." The angel cooed back, lips pressing themselves against the man's forehead in an oddly sweet gesture
Dean didn't mind the behaviour, it was better than the beating and even though it was even more alien to the man he could survive if it meant the angel was content and treated him more like a person.
"What time is it?" Castiel asked after the long moments of touching and holding his Pet.
"I dunno but Claire brought food. Maybe lunch?" Dean replied, gaining the confidence look up and face his angel. He was relieved to find Castiel calm and seemingly happy, maybe this was the start of something good.
"So not tomorrow yet?" The angel asked in disappointment.
The sad look on Cas' face made Dean feel disappointed for a moment before he realised the reason behind the angel's sour moment, the comfort of the moment shattering. He refused to panic as he thought about the beating the angel couldn't wait to give or how he was helpless to stop it.
Being in this bed wasn't through choice, he was a prisoner. How could he have acted so comfortably when so many terrible things had happened since his capture. He was this monster's Pet, a slave and nothing more to him. Castiel giving a glimpse of a far away future where he was treated to luxuries and kindness changed nothing. The moment he left this bed it would go back to normal, no mercy and only pain to teach him how to be a perfect slave.
Disheartened by the thoughts, Dean slipped back into the mindset of being Castiel's Pet. He wanted to fight this indignity, show how he hated the treatment he was subjected to and how he just wanted to be himself but another part of him fought back. The loyal part that, alone and trapped in the dark cage, had made the silent promise to be good for his Master, no matter how sadistic he was.
It was strange how that side had won, he wasn't fulfilling that role to make things easier or for him to hide from the reality deep down so he stayed sane and unaffected. It was a true state for him, one that was easier and easier to fall into the longer he was with the angel. Faster than Dean could follow, the instinct took over, he knew what to do and what would make his Master happy. That was his only priority; To be good and learn how to please his Master.
"No, sorry." Dean whispered, only seconds later but it had felt like hours to the man as the world shifted around him, new arguments forming in his mind and confusing him more.
"Well let's get you fed and I'll see what we can do today." The angel sighed, a hand cupping the man's cheek. He leaned forwards, lips brushing hesitantly against his Pet's, not knowing what his reaction would be. He couldn't expect the man to have accepted this life yet, there was still a long way to go with him but the man was so perfect when he was completely immersed in the life that Castiel couldn't wait to always have him like that.
He was being too impatient though, the talks with his Pet and leniency had shown that. He wanted his Pet now but couldn't keep treating him to things like this or he would be too spoilt too soon. Being impulsive and only thinking about taking his Pet was only going to make progress slower. The man couldn't learn to expect this treatment or it would make him hard to handle. There was still a lot to do, though, it was still the stubborn hunter, still his human and so every moment with him was a surprise.
Dean kissed back gently, feeling it properly for the first time. It was strange but easy enough to follow the angel's movements, allow himself to be led through it until the angel was suddenly on top of him, pressing their bodies together. Soon they were kissing furiously and Dean didn't know at what point he had been pinned to the bed but he was rocking against the naked angel above him, enjoying the closeness and how he was held down by strong hands that prevented him from fighting or moving.
"My slut." Castiel whispered in the man's ear, nibbling at it before he kissed down the writhing man's neck.
Dean gasped back, unable to do anything else. He'd always been the strong one, always in control. He had never completely been at another's mercy, especially in the bedroom, but like this he couldn't do anything. The angel was too strong for him to get away or do anything more than wriggle underneath him. His movements claimed the man's whole body, alighting it with sensation and making him want more.
The angel finally pulled away, leaving both of them hard and desperate to touch and continue but it was cruel to keep his Pet so hard without release. He could give it right at that moment but it wasn't right and this time he was determined to keep to the plan to train his Pet.
"Shall we eat?" The angel teased, releasing the man from beneath him and pulling himself off the bed. With a thought his clothes reappeared on his body and he looked down to see his Pet watching him from the bed in confusion. He knew the man was curious but they would have time to cover any questions when they could. It would be hard to tell so much truth and show so much vulnerability whilst training the man but Dean needed trust so it was a risk he had to take.
Dean was smart enough to follow the angel out of the bed, stumbling behind the inexplicably dressed angel. The second he left the bed it vanished behind him and Dean had some serious questions but he knew it wasn't his place to ask. Instead he watched the angel, waiting for his instructions.
"On your knees." Castiel ordered, watching as the man obediently sank to the floor. He took the food Claire had left and sat himself down on a chair once again. He signalled for the man to join at his feet, openly smiling as the man shifted over and rested his head against the angel's leg.
It was the first thing to become ritual now, the first thing his Pet had accepted was being fed whilst kneeling at his Master's feet. Need changed things, the need for food brought this about but now it was normal and the angel could see how his Pet took comfort in the familiar actions. He sighed gently, resting his head against the angel's thighs as he stared up, almost begging as he waited for the next bite of the hot dish.
Castiel stopped often, running a hand through his Pet's hair or just watching as the man thought and stared back before dropping his gaze. He could only guess at what the man was thinking but he knew he was trying to decide his place. His emotions would spike in happiness as he gently nuzzled the angel before he would jump back, sitting quietly and staring submissively at the floor as panic and fear overwhelmed him. He didn't intervene, it was important for his Pet to think through this and so he continued to feed the man until the plate emptied and all he could do was stroke a comforting hand through his hair.
"Do you have any questions?" Castiel asked after the long silence. "You must have some that may help you understand."
"I dunno." Dean sighed after a long moment. "Only what's gonna happen now? But am I allowed to ask?"
"Of course, you are allowed to ask anything so long as I decide you have deserved it. Just like everything, it is a privilege I can remove but I think it's one I prefer you to have. There's so much you need to know and I do want to tell you as much as I can. Just think of today as the start of it all; I know this has been hard so far but now we can start differently. I didn't expect to be training you like this, with the chance of you being willing but it's better. A lot easier for both of us." Castiel said with a gentle smile. "I promised nothing will happen today while you recover and I will keep my word but today is just as important. Ask anything. Things have changed so much, I understand how lost you are but I want you to understand your place."
"I don't know what to ask." Dean whispered after a long pause of silence.
"I know you do. The past isn't forbidden, Pet. I don't hide from it, I know what has happened and you can ask. I won't punish you for it, I want to know your thoughts and fears and make it better." The angel explained, knowing exactly what the first question would be.
"I don't have any questions, only hate for what you did, what you've taken away from me. But that doesn't matter now, does it? 'Cause you're the devil's right hand man and I'm useless to stop anything any more. I don't know what to think or do and I wish it was so much easier. All I know is that I failed." Dean choked out, hating sharing each word but the thoughts were eating at him, he needed to tell someone and who was there? He was trapped in this small room with no escape. Castiel was the only one that would understand his situation, the sick thing being that he was the one that caused it.
The angel sighed, wanting to take away the man's pain and indecision. It would be so much easier to make him forget his past, for him to have only lived the life as his Pet. The man would be perfect but he wouldn't be Dean, he wouldn't be his any more.
"I'm sorry. I wish I could take away the past, anything to make it easier but this is who we are. I want us to be how we are and one day all these worries aren't going to matter. Until then I want you to tell me everything so I know if anything is too much for you. Is that fair, Pet?"
"I guess. Seems crazy to tell you. Will you tell me too? I wanna know."
"Well I wouldn't be your master without shielding you from the truth. Submissive and agreeable so you can follow my word without question, not needing to know anything but the orders that I give you because that is what the life of a Pet is... but I can't seem to help myself with you. I have always confided my doubts in you and I don't think it can change. I will share with you, maybe it will make things easier for you to trust but showing weakness in this situation is not something I can afford."
"But you do." Dean whispered, recounting each time the angel's defences had lowered, showing the confused and indecisive side of his master. One he wasn't supposed to see.
"If I believed this wasn't necessary we wouldn't even be having this conversation. This in itself is me confiding in you and trusting you. I am treating you more like an equal than I ever should but I guess there's no rule book when it comes to me and you. Maybe I'd eventually manage the 'proper' way until you're completely trained to be perfect in every way but it would be a fight, a struggle that would last for decades. And slowly you'd give in, each time losing a bit of yourself until I'm left with a Pet beaten into perfection, the man within you completely gone. If that ever happened to you I don't think I could live with myself. Am I even making sense?"
"Yeah." The man sighed against him. "And of course I now know that you care for me too much and I could use that to my advantage."
"But you won't because that will only force me to treat you as I should and the best way to take advantage of that is to be good as I will reward you kindly. Don't turn this into a mind game, Pet, you've never been good at them." Castiel warned, the threat that was implied blatantly obvious to the man.
"I prefer to know." He replied simply, not facing the challenge.
"So is there anything you could ask?"
"I guess there's something... I mean it's not about now- I just wanna know. Did you really want me? Before all this, did you... think about it?" Dean asked hesitantly, unable to imagine his innocent angel picturing him naked and begging in those moments he stared at the man or stood too close. He'd always thought it was just nothing.
"I wanted you." The angel sighed. "I didn't know how or why or in what way. It was a raw need, probably the first thing I felt, something to trigger it all. I was jealous of everyone who went near you, I worried about you. You made me feel doubt about everything else but it was Lucifer that opened my eyes to what it was that I was craving."
Dean swallowed, trying not to panic. He knew what the angel meant by craving, had experienced it and knew none of that was going to change. "Okay." He sighed. "I guess it was expected."
"And you?" The angel asked curiously.
Dean blushed deeply, trying to hide it but the angel just smiled knowingly.
"Interesting." He commented, not asking for any more of an explanation. "I wonder how deep that runs, if you just want me to dominate you or if you're just waiting for me to fuck you."
Dean shook his head frantically, not wanting that, anything but that. The thought panicked him, made him want to get away but he was held there by the angel's hand that had been running through his hair, forcing him to feel the full impact of the words.
"I wouldn't be so against such a thing if I were you. It will happen and I would much prefer for you to enjoy yourself. Then again, don't think I'm against force and if I wanted to take you this second I know I could have you begging for more."
Dean struggled against the hand that gripped his hair, refusing to accept the words but he couldn't get free or stop the angel. He continued to twist away from the hand holding him, causing more and more pain but it was wrong for him to just give up.
The angel finally released his Pet, pushing him to the floor roughly. Dean instantly curled up at his feet, the fear radiating him all too powerful and worrying. Castiel's anger almost completely dissipated as his concern grew for the man. His Pet's fight hadn't been through disobedience, he was terrified and needed comfort. Something it was wrong for the angel to give.
"Come here." Castiel ordered to the cowering man, trying to break through the fear. "You don't need to be scared."
Dean didn't move for long moments, concentrating on his breathing as the panic subsided. He looked up at the angel, expecting anger and violence for his actions but he seemed calm, almost concerned. He returned to his knees at his Master's feet, the shaking slowly subsiding.
"There is no need to be so scared. I promise that is not something I shall ever use to hurt or punish you." He tried to reassure his Pet but could tell the man was distressed as he mentioned it once more. "Or is that not why you're scared?"
Dean didn't answer and Castiel decided to pick him up, holding the man into his lap. He went quietly and the angel held him close reassuringly.
"Are you scared it will be enjoyable?" Castiel asked curiously.
"No." Dean whispered, trying to sound less weak as he breathed through the panic.
"Then why? I want to make this easier for you but I need you understand."
"I don't want that. Ever. I'm not gay, how do you not understand that?"
"This isn't about that... I'm not simply a man. This is me Pet, you may not like men but I am what you need. It does not change who you are. The rules don't apply here, our bond is what's important. You don't need to be scared."
"I still won't" He disagreed, trying to put strength behind the words.
"Please don't fight me, it isn't happening now and it doesn't need to happen soon. I'm happy for it to occur when you are comfortable and happy here. It's important to me that it is something you will never hate. But for now don't let it control your every thought, I'll let you know when the time comes."
"Okay." Dean agreed finally, still hating it but Castiel had promised it wouldn't happen soon and had been kind about the man's fears instead of punishing him. That was slightly reassuring at least and in his position he couldn't really ask for more.
"Good Boy." The angel sighed before suddenly capturing the man's lips to resume the lustful kiss from before. The man accepted the kiss, not as eagerly but not rejecting it either and it didn't take long before they were kissing heatedly and clinging to one another once again.
Castiel pulled the man back by his hair, earning a moan from the man from the rough treatment.
"Don't you see, Pet? You already have this reaction to me." He reasoned, feeling the man's erection pressing between them. "It's not shameful. It's beautiful to me."
"I know." The man gasped against him, not enjoying the demonstration but understanding the message. It was hard not to when his dick was throbbing and begging to be touched. The angel's hand wrapped around it, the man moaning at the long-needed touch. He bucked into the hand, his whole body singing with pleasure at the feeling as he melted against the angel.
"I love your passion. You make it so hard for me to control myself, you're just too beautiful when I hold you like this. I want to see how you react to it all, what makes you moan or scream the most. I want to know what I can drive you crazy with and what makes you come harder than anything." He whispered seductively in the man's ear as he slowly, teasingly stroked.
Dean was close already, the words only serving to arouse him further. He wasn't listening to the details. He just knew the angel's voice was perfect as he shared every fantasy with the man.
"And I want to feel your ass around me, I've been dreaming of it for too long. I want to fuck into that tightness, want you to make me come. I want to take my own release from your mouth and your body. It's mine to use for my pleasure and I have a feeling you'll enjoy me tying you down and making you feel it all." Castiel growled, his hand working quickly over the man's dick. Dean was lost in the feeling as he twisted on the angel's lap, eyes screwed shut and gasps escaping his lips. The man was close and Cas suddenly stopped., not wanting to take him over the edge.
The man let out a deep whine, bucking his hips in the hope it would continue. Dean looked up at him, silently begging for it to continue but the angel just smiled at him.
"Tomorrow, Pet. I promise it'll be worth the wait." The angel reassured, himself wishing it could continue too. "For now I think you deserve some time alone."
The man sighed unhappily as he was pushed off the angel's lap, retaking his place on the floor in disappointment. He sulked slightly, hating that he was doomed to a life of sexual frustration.
"Don't give me that look." The angel scolded lightly, enjoying every second of his Pet's submission. "I guess you do deserve a treat, though. Your behaviour has been very good."
Dean questioned for a second if he wanted the treat, it sounded sexual but the angel had already discounted that option. Curiously, the man agreed with a nod as he nuzzled against the angel.
"You really are going to be a perfect Pet." The angel cooed, stroking the man's hair. "Close your eyes, then."
Dean obeyed, squeezing his eves shut and waiting for the angel to reveal the treat. It was a long few moments before the angel shifted forwards, moving closer until he could feel the angel's breath.
"Open your eyes." Castiel said and Dean quickly followed the order.
The angel's face was close as he leaned down towards the man but he was still comfortable at the distance. When the man finally tore his eyes away from the angel he caught a glimpse of what he was holding. In one hand the angel had a tennis ball and in the other a book and a couple of magazines.
"It isn't much for now but I don't want you to get too bored. It's unnecessarily cruel and I'll give you more if your behaviour improves." The angel explained.
"Okay, thank you." Dean said sheepishly, earning a proud look from his Master.
"I'll leave you to be alone for the rest of the day. I may come back later tonight before you go to bed." The angel decided, handing over the small treat and giving his Pet a light kiss before disappearing, the room transforming behind him as the chair disappeared and the man's bed returned to it's place in the corner.
Dean sighed, wandering back to his bed and sitting down. He looked at the objects in his hands, rolling the ball around in his fingers, not quite believing how it felt when it rolled over his palm. It was real and solid and it felt wrong for some reason.
He threw it, hard enough for it to bounce off the opposite wall and roll back to him. After a few tries he developed a rhythm, catching the ball in his hand and throwing it smoothly, getting faster and faster until he grabbed the ball out of the air for the last time.
"Huh." He muttered thoughtlessly, rolling the ball backwards and forwards through his hands. He was thankful for the distractions the angel had given him, long hours of watching the same four walls was going to drive him crazy without it.
Dean next inspected the cover of the book, quickly guessing it was some kind of adventure novel. He didn't tend to read, that had been more Sam's job but now everything was different. Reading wasn't exactly the biggest change.
He flicked through the pages before deciding to settle down and start from the beginning. If he made the most of his treat then he'd probably get more if Cas really did want him to be comfortable. He smiled at the thought of actually getting out and doing what he wanted. Maybe one day he could, if he earned it. The thought relaxed the man as he was sucked into a world of unmapped islands and lost survivors.
Hours later Castiel walked into the room, smiling at the sight before him. Dean was propped up against the wall, head fallen to the side with a book loosely held in his hands. He walked over, taking the book and folding the corner before placing it down.
Gently, trying not to wake the man, Castiel picked up his Pet and led him down on the bed. He pulled the blanket over Dean, smiling fondly at the peaceful face of the human as he slept. His Pet was beautiful and becoming more accustomed to this life by the day.
Tomorrow was going to be the true test, though. Dean would get a true taste of what it meant to obey, he had been lenient in the past but he was going to show the man what it really meant to be a slave, the first day he would be the man's Master. Castiel really hoped this was it, that the man had given into his pleasure and learnt his place, because if the day went well then his Pet would finally be lavished with all praise and care the angel had been impatient to give.
Happy new year everyone! Hope you enjoyed this very delayed instalment.