Dean gritted his teeth when he felt Sam's fingers in his hair.
He felt the urge to sink his teeth into Sam's cock when he made Dean suck him off.
He hated when Sam would call him his little pet, when Sam would pet him and kiss him.
He despised Sam whenever he took Dean's cock into his mouth and brought him to a climax.
Dean wanted to murder the demons who looked at him like he was a piece of meat.
He wanted to punch Sam for killing them if they ever touched him, saying he was 'my consort'.
Dean wanted to tear off the leather collar, the tight black leather pants and the sleeveless leather jacket Sam made him wear.
He wanted to run away when a demon came to fetch him because the King wanted him in his chamber.
He loathed the way Sam would hold him on his lap while talking with his servants.
Dean wanted to curse him when he petted him and pushed his fingers in Dean's mouth and make him suck them.
He wanted to curl up and die every time Sam would croon to him and take care of him like he was helpless.
He hated many, many things about Sam and what he was now.
But perhaps what he hated most of all was the fact that he would always lean in to his Master's touch.