Author's Note: WARNINGS apply for this chapter – Rape/Non-Con

Chapter Thirty

"Ooh, this is one of my favourites."

Cas closed his eyes and turned his head away, refusing to play Jeremy's sick game.

"Look, Castiel, you can see the tears in his eyes."

He wasn't going to look. He had seen Dean's scars; he didn't want to see the photographs of those wounds being inflicted.

"Did you know that Dean has this habit of only letting out a single tear when he can't hold back the pain anymore? So strong, so restrained, so manly. Of course, I soon worked out how to reduce him to a mess of snot and tears. Oh, see, this one captures it perfectly. He's practically sobbing, poor thing."

Grief ached in his chest. He wanted to run home to Dean and gather him into his arms, giving him all of the comfort he had been denied for far too long. He had suffered at the hands of this mad man for months, alone, all alone.

"He cried your name," Jeremy said. "He tried not to when I was in here with him, but sometimes I would sit at the top of the stairs with the light off, and I would hear him. It almost sounded like he was praying to you, begging you to come and save him. But you never did."

Tears wavered under his eyelids, but he wouldn't let them fall. He wouldn't give Jeremy the satisfaction.

"Ah, now this photo is just beautiful. Look at him, splayed out in open invitation. I bet you've seen him like that a few times, hey, Castiel? Of course, you would have been using him for sex, but I don't swing that way. It was the perfect position for inflicting a good bit of pain, though. He couldn't move his arms or legs, but when he arched his back there were just miles of vulnerable flesh on display. I couldn't resist."

Cas remained silent. Jeremy seemed to enjoy his angered responses and they weren't getting him anywhere, so Cas was bottling up all of his rage to use later.

"Castiel, I don't take very kindly to being ignored." Jeremy's voice dropped low in warning. "I'm going to ask you nicely one more time. Look at the photo."

Cas wouldn't, consequences be damned. He tensed, ready to suffer through any amount of pain.

But instead of hurting him, Jeremy swung a leg over him and straddled his hips.

Castiel's eyes shot open.

Jeremy's grin was feral. "That got your attention."

His heart was pounding, but he tried not to let the panic show on his face. "Get off."

Jeremy raked his gaze over him, and Cas became intensely aware that he was unclothed. "That's the idea," Jeremy said, lowering his pelvis inch by inch until the crotch of his jeans were grazing Castiel's cock.

"You don't swing that way," Cas reminded him, forcing his body to stay absolutely still even as every instinct within him wanted to recoil with revulsion.

Jeremy leaned over him to whisper into his ear. "It has nothing to do with attraction. It is about power." He bit down hard on Castiel's ear lobe and when he pulled back there was blood trickling down his chin. He ran his tongue over his lips, tasting the copper tang. "You were defying me, just like Dean used to. I suppose it makes you feel like you still have some degree of control over the situation. But you don't. I have all the power here. If I want to rut against you until I come in my pants, I can. If I want to stimulate your cock until you are rock hard and begging for release, I can. If I want to fuck you bloody, I can. You are entirely at my mercy."

Cas was struggling to breathe. Fear was clamouring in his mind but he tried to think past it, tried to find the rage again.

"Physical pain is one thing. I learned how to make Dean scream until he was hoarse, but this is what truly broke him. He couldn't stand having his power taken away like this. He couldn't push me off, couldn't prevent me from doing what I wanted."

Jeremy curled his fingers around Castiel's cock and slowly dragged his hand up the shaft.

Cas jolted. He tried to lash out at the man, but the chains held firm.

Jeremy tightened his grip. "He just had to lie there and take it. I learned all of his sweet spots – the ones that made him gasp, the ones that made him cry out in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure." He twisted his wrist and rubbed his thumb over the slit at his head.

Cas could taste hot bile at the back of his throat. But at the same time, he felt his cock began to swell.

"Dean hated what I could do to him. He hated the way his body would respond to me no matter how hard he tried to fight it."

Jeremy sped up the movement of his hand. It was dry and rough and painful, but there was a tightening low in Castiel's belly as his traitorous body reacted to the stimulation.

"I told him how disgusting he was for betraying his vows to you. It's bad enough that he is attracted to men, but he couldn't even be loyal to the fag he chose to marry."

He tugged particularly hard and Castiel's hips lifted of their own accord. Fury burned through him; he knew who this man was, what he had done, he shouldn't be responding to his touch like this.

"It seems infidelity is a problem for both of you." Jeremy tutted, even as his hand worked furiously up and down Castiel's shaft, rubbing him raw. "That's not a good foundation for a marriage, you know. How will you ever look him in the eyes after this?"

"This is not sex," Cas bit out. "This is assault. And Dean won't blame me, just like he knows I wouldn't blame him."

Jeremy paused. "You think so? Huh. You must feel more secure in your relationship than Dean did. He was convinced you would hate him as much as he hated himself."

"Nothing you did to him could ever change the way I feel about him."

"Too bad you weren't here to tell him that. He was so ashamed when he had an orgasm while I was buried balls-deep in his ass…"

Cas stopped breathing.

"And then I told him I sent you the photos and he just went blank. He stopped eating, stopped talking, stopped sleeping, he just stared up at nothing. He was practically comatose. It was a shame, really, because he was no fun after that. He didn't react to anything I said or did, no matter what I tried. Eventually I had to ditch him."

Cas closed his eyes, but he was too late to stop the hot trickle of tears down his cheeks.

God, Dean, how could I have let this happen to you? I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

"You're crying!" Jeremy exclaimed, delighted. He bent down to lick the tear tracks from his face.

Cas flinched away from him.

Jeremy pulled on a sympathetic façade and stroked his hair in a mockery of comfort. "Oh, I know, Cassie, I know, I was sad, too. I thought I had milked Dean for all he was worth. But happier days were just around the corner. I heard that Dean had lost his memory and I realised that the fun was only just beginning. I bided my time, watching and waiting, until he had remembered almost everything. He trusted me, you know. He had a panic attack while you were off somewhere feeling sorry for yourself, and there was no one else for him to lean on so he leaned on me. He let me into the house, let me clean him up – imagine if he had remembered who I was then. I was almost tempted to tell him, just to savour the look of terror on his face."

Cas bit back a string of curse words. He never should have left Dean alone. He never should have trusted this stranger who had shown an interest in them and had gone out of his way to be friendly. He should have been suspicious, he should have vetted the newcomer like they had every other person in the neighbourhood. He should have snuck into his house in the dead of night and slit his throat while he slept.

"I waited until he almost had his life back together," Jeremy continued. "He was so close to being happy - and then I stole you away. His only chance of saving you is to remember what I did to him. He'll have to face all of that pain and humiliation all over again; blocking it out won't be an option this time. He is going to come for you, and it is going to break him into so many pieces that not even you will be able to put him back together."

"Not if I kill you first," Cas growled.

Jeremy laughed. "Good luck with that! What are you going to do, stab me with your dick? You can't even keep it up."

"I'll find a way. You'll slip up, make a mistake, and then I'll have you screaming until your vocal chords bleed."

Jeremy patted him on the cheek. "Your bark is worse than your bite, little puppy dog. How are you at whimpering? I don't imagine Dean will be too much longer, and I did promise to have you served up like a raw, bleeding steak for him when he arrives. I think I'll start with skin peeling – Dean couldn't stand that one." He settled down more comfortably on top of Castiel's legs and retrieved a flat-bladed knife. He set the point against his chest.

"Fair warning, Cassie. This is going to hurt."

"Yes," said a voice from the doorway. There was the sound of a gun cocking. "It is."

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