Author's Note/Warning: Ok kiddos.. We are going to start delving into lovely BDSM-tastic waters. Obviously, please research thoroughly and learn all the goodies you need to play responsibily(safewords, etc.) for your safety and others. Without further ado..

Dean watches the sun go down through the dingy windows. Is Cas going to leave him here to rot? No matter what the angel told Sam when he flew him to safety on Angelic Airways.. Dean knows his brother will eventually come back. He really doesn't want to live through another Winchester tear fest as he tries to convince him to take him out. Sam won't be strong enough. Wow, If their dad could see him now.

He shakes the thoughts off,angrily. Where the fuck is Cas?!

He starts to pace and pass the time by imagining scenarios where he had caught hold of Cas earlier. He would have made him feel very human as Dean hears his deep pleas, almost too real.

Castiel returns to find Dean red in the face trying to pull the heavy chain out of the block wall. How strong did that bloodsucker think a teenage girl was? Jesus.

"You're not going to get out that way."

Dean drops the chain to lunge at the sound, blindly, until he's stopped abruptly. He arches his whole body and is still a damn foot away again from the blank-faced celestial being.

"Have you injured yourself while I was gone?" is the only stoney response to all the aggression coming off Dean in waves.

Dean ignores the question and smirks instead. "Kill me, Cas."

Castiel lets out a sigh but before the angel can deny him again he adds, "Because if I get free, I'm going to hurt you so good."

Cas raises his eyebrows briefly and frowns.

Dean isn't breaking eye contact and lunges just to feel the strain on his arms.

"I can actually feel your neck under my fingers. I'd squeeze it until you almost pass out. Then we'd have some fun. You see, all those ugly things He taught me in Hell.. the ones you asked me to use up here.. it's all still in me. Waiting."

He can't say Alastair's name out loud without feeling weak and he really doesn't want to hear his own voice quiver right now. Not when he's getting a steady influx of savage thoughts that are pulling down any humanity he retains with them. All the confusion and frustration and pain are floating away. He'd take Cas apart if he gives him half a chance and that'd be sad but he's having trouble remembering why.

Cas sighs through his nose and gives him the "I'm-about-to-smite-something" stare.

Dean lets his eyes roll back as he imagines licking blood off Cas' stubble-rough cheek from one of a hundred shallow cuts he'd have from "playing" with him.

"You scream so pretty in my head, Cas."

Castiel brings his right fist around to connect and he moans softly at the ceiling beams once he can lift his head again. The redness, that had been sweeping through his mind like a cancer, recedes.

Dean tilts his head to the side and gruffly ask, "This how it gonna be? Beat me when I'm a bad dog?" He spits blood to the side. "You can't make this right, Cas."

Castiel looks resolute. "I see inside you, Dean. You need this." He glances down for a heartbeat. When he meets his eyes again, Cas is completely confident.

"You need me and I can be this for you."

Dean growls like a beast and is backhanded. He drops to his knees with the force of it, sagging in his chains. He focuses on the floor, willing his dick limp but failing by far.

"Is this how angels get off, Cas?"

Castiel doesn't answer and seems happy to just stand there waiting. What is he doing? This isn't a fight, just him getting knocked around. He feels a little more himself, just enough to try and think smarter. Go for his enemies weakspot. Cas' weakspot. What the hell.

Dean makes eye contact from his knees. His smile turns predatory.

"You think I don't see how you watch me? Always too close. Do you even know what to do with all those dirty urges, Cas?"

That finally gets a reaction. Cas' eyes are wide and he's shifting in place.

"When you feel your dick get hard, do you jack it thinking about me?"

"Dean, stop it."

Dean purposely stays on his knees and lewdly licks his blood lip.

"What's wrong, Cas? I thought you were having fun.." he trails off and sneers at the glare. "Or maybe you're working up to shoving your cock in my-"

He's back on ground. Cas is all flush and irritated above him. If he cums in his jeans, he doubts he'll be able to keep taunting the angel. His heads spins but he grits his teeth. He will not pass out from being slapped around a bit.

"No? Rather give me a holy tongue-bath?" He roughly laughs. "It'd almost be like you were anointing my dick or something."

He'd nearly been to his knees again when Castiel kicked the middle of his chest to send him slamming all the way backwards to the wall. He lays sprawled out and he before could make his limbs move, he stops. The wall.. there was slack in the chains now.

Dean concentrated on making his body seem boneless and stilling his muscles. He even slackened his jaw. All the malevolent cravings were swirling just below the surface but he whispered to them softly. Just behave. Wait. Soon.

There was silence settling around him. He worried he might bite his own tongue off soon just to see some blood. Slow your breathing. Quiet. Still. Wait. Soon.

Slow shuffles of scuffed dress shoes.

Stay.

The brush of a tan trenchcoat.

Stay.

The twitch of feathers shifting.

STAY.

As soon as he felt the air compress with movement above him, he snatched upwards. He had a hold of Cas' lapels and tangled their legs together to bring him down.

Dean slammed Cas towards the floor a few times, trying to disorientate him but his arms were slow with the extra weight of his heavy iron bracelets. He only got one good clock above his ear before Cas grabbed him.

They ended up with Dean on his stomach down on the ground. Cas had the excess chain wrapped tightly around both his wrists, forcing them together facing outwards. They were just high enough on his back to feel almost claustrophobic. Confined and unable to move an inch without a lot of discomfort.

Dean's erection was rubbing underneath him through his layer of clothing and made him feel even more trapped. A constant pressure on the thickness as he fought his binds.

He couldn't see or feel Cas anywhere behind him.

After several minutes of not being attacked, he let his straining neck rest and dropped his forehead.

If Cas left him like this, he might die. Everything in him was hard. The redness had been festering.. most certainly about to make him crazed, but it was pushed out of the way for the moment. It was as if he could only have room for so much intensity at once. The anger was distracted by his taut body. Everything was narrowing to him here on this dirty fucking floor. Helpless and just waiting for Cas to make the next call. It thrilled and terrified him to not have any power.

He felt a knee in the middle of his back. Cas' weight pressed him down and all his air blew out suddenly. Fingers on the back of his head.

"Dean."

The fingers traveled up through his short hair until they could find purchase in the longer tightened and brought his head back, a little to the side. He was forced to crane his neck and make eye contact out of the corner of his eye.

"Listen to me carefully, Dean."

He swallowed so he didn't make some ridiculous sound at the command in his voice.

"Are you listening?" The hand used his hair like a handle to pull his head back just a fraction more. It hurt like a bitch. His hair was so short that tiny sparks of pain burst along his scalp and his breathing picked up to the point he thought he'd pass out. Or cum.

"Yes." He got out harshly with a wince at another tug.

"I. Am. Stronger. You are not going anywhere until I want you to."

Everything was mounting.. like with his bloodlust but this was so goddamn better. Different. Sweeter. Less crazed. He was shivering on the edge and not sure what to do. But then he had nothing to do. He could only wait for Cas to decide what he wanted to do. Dean's eyes rolled back at that thought.

Cas' other hand, the one not fisted in his hair, trailed down his neck.. hunched shoulderblades, followed one of his twisted arms to their bound juncture.

Not seeing Cas was both thrilling and disappointing. He waited for something to happen.. Then Cas clasped the looped chains and pulled a tiny bit. This forced Dean to shoot forward along the ground at the sharp twinge of pain.

It went straight to his cock.

He imagined Cas above him as he felt the man.. angel shift to sit on his ass. Cas' breathing hitched when Dean bucked up trying to relieve the pressure. On his arms or dick, he wasn't sure. It was too much. He'd get a shot of pain from Cas' grip on his hair then a pulse of hot bliss as he grinded against the floor in his jeans. His arms would ache at a pull and then... jesus god fuck was that Cas' dick rubbing against his ass. He wasn't sure if he was the only one moaning and grunting now.

What finally pushed him over that razor edge was unexpected. After feeling a sublime bolt of pain, the finger's still clasping the chained knot at his wrists shifted and Cas' thumb dropped down to rub his open palm.

He cried out a deep guttural noise involuntarily.

Everything turned to white behind his eyes and his hips pumped forward. His ears roared. Eyes shut tight and jaw clenched. The Earth fucking shattered.. and God he might as well be an 15 yr old emo-girl writing bad poetry but he didn't really care.

Dean was slumped in his chains and his eyes were bearly open. Vaguely, he felt Cas undoing the binds and he fell on his side, laughing tiredly. He couldn't help it. He imagined it like marshmellow fluff.. smoothed over everything red and jagged. Every tense, violent thought in his head had been masked.. covered.. stashed somewhere far away to come back again another day. He tried to cut off his quiet chuckles but only succeeded in humming behind his closed lips. He decided he'd wait and have his freak out tomorrow.

Cas bent next to him and pushed his fingers lightly through his hair. Where before it was brutal and unforgiving, this was gentle and reverent. Dean met his eyes, steadily. He looked uncertain for the first time that night.

"Are you.. okay?"

Dean smiled up at him, open and free of all his many worries.

"Yeah, Cas." He let out one quick laugh because good feelings were still rolling through his limbs. Even his arms that were also, distantly, aching.

"I'm really really okay."