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      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Destiel
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      Alternate_Universe, Smut, Rough_Sex, still_plot_though, The_characters
      have_layers, there_is_some_actual_character_development, it's_not
      completely_porn, just_a_heads_up, Dom!Cas, Destiel_-_Freeform, Top!Cas,
      bottom!Dean, Warning:_there_is_violence
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      Published: 2016-08-13 Updated: 2017-01-05 Chapters: 19/? Words: 36373
****** His Favorite Purchase ******
by AKA_Shellie
Summary
     **** UPDATE: I have not given up on this. Matter of fact, look for an
     update within the next week. Sorry I've been gone so long*****
     Dean was 15 when he was taken from a mall and sent to a warehouse to
     be trained to be a proper human sex slave. When he was finally ready
     for auction, he was purchased by Castiel Novak who is extremely
     powerful and feared. But life with his "master" might not be as bad
     as Dean expected. Especially considering the stories he had heard
     from previous slaves. But hey, a giant mansion in Miami, Florida
     doesn't seem so bad, especially when his old family...well, for now
     let's just say his old family didn't have a mansion.
     (I'm sorry, I suck at summaries. But I think you get the idea) THIS
     WILL BE A MULTI CHAPTER FIC!
     **** UPDATE: I have not given up on this. Matter of fact, look for an
     update within the next week. Sorry I've been gone so long*****
Notes
     Thanks for checking this out! This first chapter is sort of like an
     introduction to the story told through a flashback? I know the
     organization might upset the flow just a bit, but I figure it is
     better than having confusion about what is past and present.
     Hopefully you understand. Enjoy!
***** Chapter One *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Dean was running on the treadmill. It wasn’t his favorite thing, but he was
expected to stay in shape and it’s not like he minded it, he was a 16 year old
boy, he needed the activity. He did like that it gave him time to think. He
used to think about his family, his old life. When he first came here, those
memories clouded most of his thoughts. But now, now he really did only reflect
on his life with Castiel over the past 8 months. He hadn’t necessarily grown to
like it, well maybe he had. At least it was easier now. He remembers that first
day. Being so scared and unsure of what to expect. He had heard so many horror
stories from other kids at the warehouse where they were kept before auction
that he had actually contemplated killing himself rather than being sold. But
this, his life with Castiel, the man that bought him, wasn’t as bad as it could
be. For being a victim of human trafficking, he’d actually gotten a pretty
sweet deal.
Don’t get it wrong. Dean wasn’t romanticizing his life at all. When he was 15
he had gone to the mall with some friends and was drugged in the bathroom and
kidnapped. He stayed at a warehouse for a few months for training, which he
didn’t want to remember. But 8 months ago, he was put up for auction and bought
by the infamous Castiel Novak. At least, infamous in the circles you don’t want
to be infamous in. Castiel was some sort of crime lord, Dean still wasn’t
exactly sure. All he knew was that Castiel was very rich, very respected, and
very feared. And with good reason.
But Dean didn’t want to think about that now. Right now, his thoughts were
drifting to that first day. Castiel had spent, well, Dean wasn’t sure how much
Castiel had spent on him. But he knew it was a lot. Castiel told him that much.
 
***FLASHBACK***
 
Dean had been sold. He was now in a backroom of the auction house waiting for
his new master. Ugh. He really didn't want to use the word master. That was
so…icky. But he knew what was coming. He had been told exactly what would
happen at this first meeting. The rooms were sound proof for a reason. They
would go over the rules, and his new….master…..would make sure he was getting
what he paid for. Dean took a deep breath and mentally prepared himself to lose
his virginity.
When the man walked in, Dean nearly stopped breathing. The guy was handsome.
Okay, maybe hot. Black, messy hair matched with a prim and proper suit and the
bluest eyes Dean had ever seen. The man simply sparkled.
“Hello. I’m Castiel,” the blue eyed man said in a voice so strong that he was
clearly in charge anywhere he went. Dean sat silent, staring at the man. “You
can speak,” he continued.
“Hi,” Dean said, “I’m Dean.” Then he remembered his training and quickly added,
“unless you want to name me something else, sir.”
The man, Castiel, looked him up and down. “Dean will be fine. I like Dean. I
also like your use of the word ‘sir’. I don’t care too much for the whole
‘master’ thing.” He said as he took a seat next to Dean on the clearly used up
mattress.
“Yes sir,” Dean responded. And Castiel smiled.
“Rule number one: always address me as sir. Unless I tell you otherwise,”
Castiel started, getting right to the point. “Obviously you’ll live with me,
sharing a bed when I want you to and when I don't you will have your own room,”
he paused for a moment before adding, “it’s a rather decent room. You should be
happy with it. You will do what I ask when I ask it, and you will ask
permission before doing anything that I did not specifically ask you to do. Is
that clear?”
Dean replied immediately while nodding his head, “yes sir.”
“Good. Failure to follow these rules will result in punishments. And believe me
when I say, you don’t want to know what the punishments are.”
“I believe you,” Dean blurted out. Castiel gave him a stern look and Dean
quickly supplied a “sir” to the end of the sentence.
“There will be more specific rules for the house, but we will go over those in
more detail when we arrive there. Do you have any questions?”
Dean shook his head yes but remained silent waiting for permission to speak.
“Go ahead then.”
“It’s more of a request than a question, sir,” Dean said shyly, worried about
what this man would do to him.
Castiel looked him up and down. “The worst I could do at this point is say no.
I won’t punish you when we haven’t even gotten to our house yet.”
Dean paused a moment taking in Castiel’s words. Our house. That was a bit odd,
but Dean shook it off. “If you’re going to have parties, I mean, I know I don’t
have a say about it, but I was just wondering if I would be able to get some
sort of warning. So I can prepare myself.”
“Parties?” Castiel asked, cocking an eyebrow in question.
“Sharing parties, sir. Some of the kids at the warehouse warned me about
parties where their masters invite their friends over to have a go at them.”
Castiel looked intently into Dean’s eyes. “You won’t have to worry about that,
Dean. Do you really think I would spend all this money on you for someone else
to touch you? If anyone else ever touched you, I would kill them.”
“Why don’t I think you’re exaggerating?” Dean whispered, their eyes locked on
each other’s, faces moving closer together.
“Because I’m not.” Castiel said. Dean thought he was going to kiss him, but
instead Castiel pulled away and added, “I’ll disregard your lack of the word
sir.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“It’s okay. Don’t let it happen again. If that’s the only concern you have, we
should get going,” Castiel said, standing up.
Dean was shocked. “Um…sir?”
Castiel turned to look back at him. “What?”
Dean gestured to the bed with his hands. And Castiel smiled. Smiled. This guy
needed to stop smiling. It was making Dean….like him.
“You don’t think I’m having sex on that mattress. Plus, you are supposed to be
untouched, yes?”
Dean shook his head in affirmation.
“There’s no need for you to lose your virginity on that bed. Now let’s go
home.”
Dean eagerly stood up and followed his new master. Yes, eagerly.
 
They exited the building through the back and into a long, black limo. There
was a red haired woman already in the back seat.
“My my,” she said as Castiel and Dean slid onto the bench opposite her so they
were facing her, “what a find, Castiel.”
Dean couldn’t place her accent. Scotland maybe? He wasn’t sure. But he didn’t
hate it.
“This is Dean,” Castiel said, his body turned and his hands reaching into what
looked like a fancy cooler.
“Hello, Dean, I’m Rowena. Castiel’s…. assistant. How do you do?” She extended
her hand to shake Dean’s. He reciprocated the movement but stayed silent,
looking at Castiel.
Castiel glanced at him and said, “speak to her.”
“Yes, sir. I’m well. And you?”
She turned to look at Castiel, who was now sipping scotch out of a glass. “Well
mannered one, isn’t he?”
“He sure is,” Castiel responded, smiling at Dean fondly.
Dean would be lying if he said his heart didn’t flutter a little at that smile.
 
When they got to the house, Dean was amazed. It was so large and beautiful.
Castiel gave him a private tour, and explained the different rules and
expectations along the way. Dean was nervous he wouldn't remember them all. He
really didn’t want to learn what Castiel’s punishments were. He was glad that
none of the guidelines seemed incredibly difficult or demeaning. There were
just a lot. But he would take a lot of little ones over some of the nastier
ones he had heard other kids had to endure. At least he didn’t have to wear a
collar and sit on the floor.
The last room on the tour was Dean’s room.
“This will be your room when I don’t want you in mine,” Castiel introduced. It
was a large room with a queen size bed, TV, a nice closet and some other modern
looking furniture. While Dean was taking in his surroundings, Castiel added,
“we can discuss changes or additions to the room to accommodate your
preferences later.”
“Wow, sir. Thank you. It’s so much nicer than my room at home.” Dean didn’t
know why he said that. His eyes went wide when he realized his mistake. He
turned to look at Castiel, knowing his first punishment would be coming.
“Dean, I understand that you had a family before this. I am very aware of how
the auction house acquires the people they sell. However, you must remember
that this is your home now. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir. I’m so sorry, sir.” Dean was going to ramble out more, but Castiel
interrupted him.
“I’m going to my office to work. You may stay in here or roam the house. Do not
go outside.”
“Yes sir.”
And with that, Castiel was out of the room and out of sight. Dean sat on his
new bed, thinking. He knew he shouldn’t have said what he said. Months of
training should have stayed in his brain. But so far his experience was so
different from what they told him it would be in training. Castiel hadn’t even
fucked him yet. Not that he was complaining. But he was very aware that he was
supposed to be a sex slave. Yet he had been in Castiel’s possession for nearly
7 hours and no sex had been had. Castiel hadn’t even kissed him. That is
nothing like what other people had experienced. Dean had heard so many awful
stories. If this were what he had been expecting, he would have been used
numerous times by numerous people by now. But instead all he got was a tour of
a mansion and a really nice bedroom.
Dean knew it was wrong. He hated himself for it. But the training and everyone
at that warehouse engrained in him that he should be pleasing his master. Was
there something wrong with him? Some reason that Castiel didn't want him? His
mind got the best of him and he had to know.
 
He knew it was a mistake the second he knocked on the office door, but as soon
as he heard Castiel’s voice say “come in,” it was too late.
Castiel looked up from the papers on his desk. “Dean?” he questioned, “is
something wrong?”
Dean didn’t know how to respond. “Not really, sir. I was just wondering, I
mean, I’ve been with you a while now and…..” he trailed off.
Castiel stood up and walked over to him. Dean was looking at the ground but
Castiel put his fingers under his chin to lift his face up. Their eyes met and
before Dean knew it, Castiel was kissing him. He pushed Dean against the wall,
shoving his tongue in Dean’s mouth roughly. Dean whimpered. He had never been
kissed like that. And despite the fact that he should be disgusted by this, he
should hate himself for it, he found himself enjoying it. He moved his hands up
to play with Castiel’s already messy hair and gasped when Castiel started to
rut his hard cock against his. Dean hadn’t even realized that he had became
aroused himself. Damn body.
Castiel pulled off and said in a voice even rougher than his normal tone, “Is
that what you wanted, boy?”
Dean flicked his eyes up to meet Castiel’s and answered, “yes, sir.” Dean
didn’t even know what he was doing. It was as if he himself wanted this. God,
was he messed up.
“Take off your clothes, get on all fours on the floor over there,” Castiel
said, walking back to his desk. Dean did as he was told.
When he was in the position Castiel had requested, he turned to look at the
man, who was now naked as well and carrying a bottle over to Dean. Dean
breathed a sigh of relief at seeing the lube. He knew that many kids like him
didn’t get the privilege of lube being used.
When Castiel took a spot on the floor by Dean’s ass, Dean tried to turn his
neck to be able to see him. Castiel noticed and simply said, “look at the
floor. Not me.”
Dean obliged and responded, “yes, sir.” Before he knew it, he felt one of
Castiel’s lubed fingers enter his hole. He whimpered and nearly fell onto his
stomach. Castiel caught him and let out a small giggle. Before turning serious.
“You’ve got to be able to stay up. Okay?”
“Yes sir. Sorry, sir.” Dean was trying his best to obey his master. But the
burn and stretch of a finger in his hole for the first time was almost too much
to take. They had toys at the warehouse to practice blow jobs, rimming,
whatever their future master may want. But they were never penetrated. Most of
the guys who bought the kids wanted them untouched that way.
Before Dean knew it, Castiel had 2 fingers in and was scissoring them, opening
Dean up. It hurt and was uncomfortable. But Dean knew the alternative was a
million times worse. So he tried not to yell in pain. After all, that was one
of Castiel’s rules. Pleasure, yes. But be quiet when it came to pain.
A few minutes passed and Dean began to moan without realizing it. Castiel now
had 3 fingers working him open, and one had just grazed an area that left Dean
feeling light headed.
“That’s what I like to hear,” Castiel said, removing is fingers. Dean gulped as
he mentally prepared for what was going to happen next.
Castiel draped himself over Dean, his stomach on Dean’s back and his arms on
the floor on either side of Dean, caging him in. Castiel shoved himself into
Dean’s hole in one thrust and Dean had to bite his lip to stop from screaming
in pain. Castiel barely gave him a second to adjust before he was mercilessly
plowing into Dean. He was going so rough and fast that Dean was moving across
the floor with the force of it. He would definitely have bruises on his knees.
Despite the pain, Dean felt somewhat of a sense of pride. One of the things
that was repeatedly planted into their heads during training was that you
always wanted to please your master. Make sure they are satisfied. And from the
moans Dean was hearing from Castiel, he was definitely finding a vast amount of
pleasure in forcefully taking Dean’s virginity. It wasn’t long before Castiel
let out a much louder moan and stilled, Dean feeling himself be filled deep
inside with Castiel’s come.
As soon as he was finished, Castiel pulled out and got up, walking over to his
desk chair. Dean stayed in the position, awaiting instruction. Castiel wheeled
his chair closer to Dean and then sat down in it, still naked.
“Sit up and face me,” Castiel ordered.
Dean did as he was told, although it hurt his ass to sit on it, especially on
the floor. It was clear that Dean was still erect. Castiel smiled.
“Get yourself off,” Castiel commanded.
Dean obliged right away, putting his hand on his own cock and starting to jerk
up and down. There was a burn from lack of lubrication but Castiel hadn’t told
him he could use any. And it still felt really good. As he got more and more
into it, he began moaning. He chanced a glance at Castiel, who was watching
intently, licking his lips, and clearly growing hard again. Dean closed his
eyes as he gave his head one final brush with his thumb and his shaft one final
squeeze and then he was coming with a shout.
“Very nice,” Castiel praised.
“Thank you, sir,” Dean said as he blushed. Yes, that was a weird compliment to
give, but it was better than any of the other possible ways this situation
could have gone.
Castiel was now fully hard again, still sitting in his chair. “Now, Dean, why
don’t you make your way over here and show me how well your training went.”
“Yes, sir.” Dean understood what that meant. He got on his knees and crawled
over to Castiel, who was looking at him with glazed eyes. Apparently the
crawling thing really did it for him.
Dean didn’t need to be instructed to take Castiel’s head in his mouth, release
it, lick the shaft, suck the head into his mouth again as one hand found it’s
way to fondle Castiel’s balls. The other was planted on Castiel’s knee to help
keep Dean steady.
Castiel moaned and let Dean have control. For a few moments at least. Dean
slowly started taking more and more of Castiel into his mouth, he didn’t want
to go too fast and embarrass himself or risk punishment by gagging. Once he had
nearly the entire length in his mouth, with the head hitting the back of his
throat, he hollowed out his cheeks and swallowed. Castiel nearly shouted as he
put his hands in Dean’s hair to hold his head still as he started moving his
hips harshly and fucking Dean’s mouth. So much for Dean being in control.
Castiel was just as rough with Dean’s mouth as he had been with Dean’s ass. It
took everything Dean had not to gag while Castiel pushed himself deeper down
his throat. After a few moments, Dean’s eyes began to water and he
instinctively swallowed again, hoping it would help Castiel get off faster. He
was right because Castiel started to thrust even faster and breathed out, “do
that again.” Dean followed the order and Castiel shot his second load into
Dean. This time, the come ran down his throat. Even as he softened, Castiel was
still clutching Dean’s hair and moaning, thrusting a bit gentler now. He slowly
pulled out and let go of Dean’s hair.
“Good job, boy. You were trained well. That was your first time doing that to a
real person?”
Dean shook his head in confirmation.
“Amazing,” Castiel said, petting Dean’s hair. For some reason, Dean melted into
the touch. He could have sworn he saw Castiel smile at that. But quickly he
removed his hand and told Dean, “get dressed and go to your room. You did a
good job.”
“Thank you, sir.” Dean said as he started to collect his clothes.
 
***PRESENT DAY***
That was 8 months ago. Now, there had been many instances like that. And
instances very different from that. But Dean would always be glad that that was
the first. Because it could have been so much worse.
Dean was just finishing up his session on the treadmill when he noticed Rowena
leaning against the doorway, staring at him.
“Can I help you?” Dean asked while taking a towel to wipe the sweat off of his
neck.
“Just enjoying the view,” Rowena flirted.
Dean smiled, but secretly hoped Castiel would walk in so the flirting didn’t go
any further. He did belong to Castiel after all. And as if Castiel was an Angel
answering his prayers, he strutted into the room.
“What is going on here?” Castiel asked, slight annoyance in his voice. He
didn’t like when Rowena was alone with Dean because he knew Rowena fancied him.
“I was just watching the boy work out.” Rowena answered.
Castiel looked at Dean, his eyes roaming over Dean’s entire body while licking
his lips before saying, “Dean, why don’t you go to your room? There’s a
surprise for you in there.”
“A surprise for me, sir? Thank you.” Dean said, exiting the exercise room.
Rowena’s eyes trailed down to his backside as he walked out of the room, and
Castiel’s eyes were glued to her. When she turned back to Castiel and noticed
his gaze she asked, “what? The boy is nice to look at.”
“Don’t make me kill you,” Castiel said before leaving the room himself.
Unbeknownst to Castiel, Rowena watched him leave as well.
 
Dean stood in the middle of his room, staring at his present. Well, presents.
Castiel did have good taste. And treated him very well. He was really lucky
when it came to that. He didn’t even want to think about what would have
happened to him if someone else would have bought him. He would probably be
dead already. Not living in a giant mansion in the outskirts of Miami, being
spoiled with gifts.
“Do you like them?” Castiel asked as he entered the room.
“I love them, sir,” Dean responded immediately, turning towards Castiel.
Castiel smiled and stepped towards Dean and started to kiss him. His tongue
sliding inside Dean’s mouth and his hands cupping Dean’s ass. He squeezed
Dean’s ass before pulling away.
“I want you to pick one to wear tonight. We’re going to a party.”
“A party, sir?” Dean asked. He had barely been allowed out of the house since
he had come here. Castiel had definitely never taken him to a party before.
“Yes. You’ve been very good. I trust you will stay by me and follow the rules.
And if you don’t, you know what will happen.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Dean said, turning back towards his gifts.
“Just pick one and be ready within an hour,” Castiel said walking out of the
room.
Dean stared at the two suits hanging on the front of his closet. Pick one. How
was he supposed to pick one? They looked exactly the same.
Chapter End Notes
     ***I am not going to romanticize human trafficking. It is a horrible
     occurrence and frankly sickening.****
     This is obviously not the usual case of what happens in these
     situations, as has been eluded to. There will be some realistic
     parts, which may or may not include Castiel and Dean.
     Let me know what you think! I'll update quicker if there is feedback!
     Thanks, loves!
***** Chapter Two *****
Chapter Notes
     ***WARNING*** there is an attempted rape scene in this chapter (not
     Cas/Dean). It is not very long or graphic, but it does exist and is
     necessary for the plot.
     Also, this chapter is set up similarly to chapter one, with
     flashbacks being a majority.
     Hope you like it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
While admiring himself in the mirror after putting one of the suits on, Dean
couldn’t help but think about what would happen if someone hit on him tonight.
It may have seemed conceded, but Dean knew that he was an attractive boy.
Before all of this, he had had plenty of people hit on him, and plenty of
dates. He just felt sorry for whoever may do it tonight. Castiel was not
kidding when he had said he would kill anyone who touched Dean.
Dean thought back to 6 months ago, when he learned that lesson firsthand.
 
***FLASHBACK***
 
Dean was on his stomach on Castiel’s bed. The tightness from Castiel’s weight
pushing him down into the mattress mixed with the friction of being pushed
across it from the force of Castiel’s thrusts had already been enough to make
him come. Castiel was very good at making Dean come. Dean wasn’t even sure if
Castiel was aware of it as he continued his powerful assault on Dean’s ass.
Dean’s hands were cuffed to the headboard and Castiel had one hand on the
mattress to steady himself and the other pushing Dean’s head into the pillow.
Dean could tell that Castiel was getting close because his thrusts got
exponentially harder and deeper. He kept repeating, “oh fuck, fuck Dean. Yes.”
The more that they had sex, the more vocal Castiel had gotten. After the first
month, he had actually started calling out Dean’s name, which had initially
shocked the boy, but now he couldn’t get enough. He was a 16 year old boy, and
hearing his name being called like that from the deepest, dirtiest voice he had
ever heard was indeed a turn on. Dean hated his body for that.
Castiel gave an especially deep and painful thrust and Dean groaned into the
pillow. Castiel responded, “yeah, boy, you like it like that. Want me to break
you in half?”
“Yes, sir” Dean responded, voice half muffled by the pillow.
“Yeah, I know you do.” The truth was, Dean didn’t. He was 16 and half of
Castiel’s size. He was pretty sure Castiel could genuinely break him in half.
And every time that they were together, Castiel was always rough enough to make
it hurt. But for some reason Dean had yet to figure out, he still always came.
Castiel started snapping his hips erratically screaming, “yeah boy. Take it.
Take it!” Dean couldn’t help but moan in pleasure. The dirty talk may have been
a little exciting for him as well. He felt himself fill with Castiel’s come a
moment later.
Castiel pulled out as soon as he was sure he was completely spent. He rolled
over on the bed next to Dean, not even acknowledging the fact that Dean was
still handcuffed.
“I’m having some friends over tonight. Just a few colleagues really. I need you
on your best behavior, Dean.”
Dean shifted his head the best he could to look at Castiel. “I understand,
sir.”
“Good,” Castiel responded, “I have some work to do,” he said, standing up and
starting to gather his clothes that had been strewn across the floor to get
dressed. “I’ll have the maid come and unlock you. She’ll fill you in on what is
expected of you tonight.”
Castiel leaned back down on the bed and got close to Dean’s face. “But be
assured Dean, one of those expectations is not to fuck my friends. I still hold
true to what I said at the auction house.”
Dean smiled at that, “thank you, sir.” And Castiel finished getting dressed and
headed to his office, leaving Dean handcuffed to the head board.
 
On the outside, the gathering may have seemed a bit boring and mundane. A bunch
of guys in suits sitting in a parlor with scotch, discussing business. But if
you actually listened to their conversations like Dean had, you would be
shocked. Repulsed. Never want to meet any of these men ever. They were vicious
and unsympathetic. All they cared about were profits and respect. Dean
overheard several of them discuss how it was cheaper and more practical to keep
some law enforcement on the payroll to ensure that merchandise did not get
confiscated. These guys were into smuggling everything from drugs and weapons
to counterfeit goods to people. It was insane. If anyone ever wondered where
the black market was, apparently all they had to do was come to Castiel Novak’s
house.
After a while, Castiel had told Dean to go to the kitchen to get another bottle
of scotch. As he was scouring the cupboards, he heard footsteps enter the
kitchen. He turned around to see Benny, a scruffy looking high level dealer who
worked for Castiel.
“Well hello,” Benny said, a hint of suggestion in his voice.
Dean gulped before responding, “hi.”
“Is that all you’ve got, kid? Would’ve thought Cas would teach you better than
that.”
“You aren’t him.” Dean shouldn’t have said that. Before he knew it, Benny was
pushing Dean up against the counter, trying to kiss him. Benny’s body was flush
against Dean’s, the force making it impossible for Dean to get away. Dean
turned his head to the side to avoid the man’s lips. Benny just laughed and
moved his hand to try to hold Dean’s head still. Dean shut his eyes and braced
himself for whatever would happen next.
Dean heard a loud whoosh noise and a pop, followed by the sensation of some
sort of liquid on his face. He opened his eyes and Benny was no longer standing
in front of him. He looked to the floor and saw Benny’s lifeless body, a bullet
spattered his head. Dean looked to his left and saw Castiel standing in the
doorway, handgun complete with a long black silencer still in his hand.
Dean didn’t know what to say. He was shocked beyond belief. But for some reason
that even today he still can’t figure out, he wasn’t scared of Castiel. Not at
all. He looked into those blue eyes and said the only words that would come to
his mind, “thank you.”
Castiel tilted his head and cocked an eyebrow, “thank you?” he questioned.
“Thank you, sir,” Dean quickly corrected. Castiel let out a laugh at that.
“Come on, Dean,” he said stepping closer and putting his arm around the boy,
“let’s get you cleaned up.”
Dean took another look at the body and asked, “Sir, what about that?”
“Don’t worry. I have people for that.” As Castiel was guiding Dean to the
bathroom to clean the blood off of him, he said something Dean had never
expected to hear from his master. “You handled that situation very well, Dean.
I’m proud of you. This may call for you to get a reward.”
Dean couldn’t help but question it, “a reward, sir?”
“As you know, there are punishments. Did you think there wouldn’t also be
rewards?”
“No, sir. Not really.”
Castiel smiled. “There are rewards. And you’ve been very well behaved these
past two months. And after your behavior today, I think it’s time you find out
what one of them is.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Go to your room. I’m going to finish up with the rest of my guests and then I
will join you and give you your treat. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.” Dean was intrigued. As he made his way up to his room, he
contemplated all the possibilities that the reward could be. Without a doubt it
would probably be something sexual. A material reward would be pointless since
Castiel had already provided Dean with more than he could ever want on that
front. It was miraculous really. Dean got to live this life of luxury, which
okay, he wasn’t really allowed out of the house, but beggars can’t be choosers.
All he had to do was drop his pants and get on his knees whenever Castiel
wanted? Sure, it may have been painful, but given the situation, he had no room
to complain. He did wish that just once Castiel would go easier on him in the
bedroom. Or the shower. Or the car. The exercise room, the hallway, it had only
been two months but they had already done it in every imaginable place. Except
the kitchen. Castiel had a thing about having sex so close to where food was
prepared.
 
An hour and a half later, Castiel walked back into Dean’s room and closed the
door behind him. “Hello, Dean. Why don’t you get undressed for me?”
“Yessir,” Dean responded. Obviously with their situation there was never any
kind of foreplay. Dean still wondered what Castiel was going to do for him for
his reward. Dean got onto all fours on his bed without having to be instructed.
“You’re such a good boy,” Castiel cooed, “you truly do deserve this.” Dean felt
Castiel kneel behind him and heard the snap of the lube bottle being opened. He
immediately felt one of Castiel’s fingers starting to press inside of him. One
of his fingers? Castiel hadn’t started out with one finger since their first
time. He usually began with two to speed the process along. Castiel was going
slow. Castiel had never gone slow. But he was circling his finger and then
suddenly crooked it, hitting Dean’s sweet spot, who let out a moan in return.
Castiel added a second finger and began the same routine.
After a few moments, Dean was achingly hard, trying to find friction but only
humping the air because he knew he had to stay up. Castiel was
uncharacteristically slow and sweet. Almost as if he was focusing on Dean’s
pleasure. That couldn’t be right though. That’s not what their arrangement was.
Castiel still didn’t warn Dean before removing his fingers and replacing them
with his cock. Dean hadn’t even realized that Castiel had removed his clothes.
But this time it didn’t hurt. Castiel actually took his time. He was still
somewhat forceful, but no where near as rough as he usually was. When he was
fully inside, they both let out a sigh of relief.
“You feel so good,” Castiel hummed. It was definitely not his usual dirty talk,
but Dean wasn’t complaining.
He simply responded with, “so do you, sir.”
Castiel started moving slowly. Circling his hips and hitting that certain spot
inside Dean every few thrusts. Dean was a writhing, moaning mess. He had never
felt pleasure like this before. His entire body was on fire with a feeling too
good to describe. When Castiel hit that spot and then continually rubbed it
with his cock, Dean couldn’t help but to call out “Castiel, Casss…” through his
heavy panting.
Castiel didn’t even seem mad at Dean’s use of his name. He simply reached his
hand underneath Dean and started stroking his throbbing member. Dean screamed
in pleasure. He had never felt someone else’s hands on his cock before.
Especially not ones so big and rough. It only took a few tugs for Dean to be
coming all over the mattress. It was the most intense orgasm he had ever had.
From the sounds of it, Castiel wasn’t too far off. He was still rocking inside
Dean, keeping the gentle pace but starting to go deeper on each thrust. Dean
could hear him even through his own post orgasm haze. “Fuck boy, so good for
me. God yes. YES!” And with that last ‘yes’ Castiel was once again marking
Dean’s insides.
He rolled off of Dean and looked at him, Dean returning the gaze. “You’re such
a good pet, Dean. I hope you enjoyed your treat.”
“I did sir, very much. Thank you,” Dean responded, still sounding out of
breath.
“Just don’t get used to it,” Castiel said, ruining any mood there might have
been. But Dean couldn’t complain.
“Of course not, sir.”
Castiel started to get up and get dressed. “Be in my room at 11:30 tonight. I
want you to suck me to sleep.”
“Yessir,” Dean managed. And Castiel was gone, closing the door as he left. Dean
didn’t really mind sucking Castiel to sleep. It was exactly what it sounded
like. Castiel would lay on his back and Dean would use his mouth to ease his
master’s tension and help get him to sleep. Dean actually liked it sometimes
because the next day Castiel would always wake up in a good mood. Plus, he got
to sleep in Castiel’s bed those nights, and Castiel’s bed was very big and very
comfortable. Not that his own bed wasn’t comfortable. But it was not the same
as his master’s.
 
***PRESENT DAY***
Rather than thinking about sucking Castiel’s cock and turning himself on even
more than he already was at the other memories, Dean decided to take one final
look in the mirror before heading downstairs to meet Castiel for the party.
When he walked into the living room, Castiel was sitting on the couch drinking
a glass of scotch. He looked so amazing in his black suit with a matching
skinny tie. His eyes somehow bluer than normal and his hair just as unruly as
the day Dean first met him. As far as what had happened to him, Dean really was
one of the lucky ones to get a master like this. Someone he could have seen
himself having a crush on if the circumstances were different.
“Hello, Dean. You look nice. Good choice with that suit,” Castiel complimented.
“Thank you, sir. You look amazing yourself.” Dean hated his use of the word
‘amazing’ but couldn’t think of a better one as Castiel stood up and made his
way over to him. He put his arm around Dean, pulling the boy flush against his
body. Castiel grabbed Dean's hair and yanked his head back to lick his neck.
Dean whimpered at the possessive gesture. Castiel bit down on his right side
where his neck met his shoulder and Dean nearly lost it.
Castiel pulled off and smiled. “Just reminding you who you belong to.”
“As if I needed a reminder, sir.”
Castiel smirked and said, “Remember Dean, you don’t want to know what will
happen to you should you misbehave at this party tonight. I don’t want to
regret giving you this opportunity.”
“You won’t sir,” Dean responded.
With a final squeeze of Dean’s ass, Castiel let go and guided them out of the
house.
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for reading! Are the flashbacks okay? Also, yes. Next chapter
     probably won't have a flashback and will center around the party. It
     may take a little longer though as I have some personal stuff to sort
     through this week.
***** Chapter Three *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this took so long! Also, as I was writing, it did go a bit
     differently than I was originally planning. But I like how it turned
     out.
     I will try to update again soon, but I just started a new job and
     that is taking a lot of time. Hopefully this will hold you over for a
     few days or so.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dean was pretty sure that the limo was the same one that picked them up from
the auction house all those months ago. It had the same look and seating
arrangement, and the same bar that Castiel apparently always made sure was
stocked with scotch. The only thing missing this time was a certain red headed
third wheel. Which Dean was grateful for because he and Castiel weren’t exactly
in a position to have another person with them.
Castiel was sitting on the bench with his feet firmly planted on the floor
while Dean was straddling his lap. Dean’s pants were undone and Castiel had
both his hands inside them, forcefully kneading Dean’s ass cheeks while pulling
him forward and down so their cocks were meeting through the fabric of their
suits. Dean was completely hard and panting with every touch. Over the past 8
months, his body had gotten used to giving off a certain reaction whenever
Castiel touched him. And he hated himself for it.
When Castiel lifted his own hips up to create more friction, Dean moaned loudly
and dropped his head to the crook of Castiel’s neck. Castiel giggled and dug
his nails into Dean’s ass cheeks, causing Dean to cry out and start humping
faster and harder. Castiel turned his mouth and bit Dean’s earlobe, then licked
the shell and whispered, “don’t you dare come, Dean.” Dean whined at that, he
knew he was extremely close to coming, but Castiel continued to whisper in his
ear, “if you get come on our suits, I’ll punish you in ways you can’t even
imagine.” And then he bit even harder on Dean’s ear.
He removed one of his hands from Dean’s pants and yanked Dean’s hair so Dean
was now looking at him. He thrust up one more time and watched Dean squeeze his
eyes shut in pleasure, while his mouth hung slack. Castiel smiled devilishly
before pulling Dean’s head to the side exposing his neck. He bit down hard
enough to draw a bit of blood this time and Dean’s eyes went wide as he bit his
lip to stop from screaming at the pain.
Castiel’s eyes met his and he said, “we’re almost there. I just wanted to make
sure that we are clear on the rules for tonight. The most important one being
that you are mine.” The way that Castiel emphasized the word ‘mine’ sent a
shiver down Dean’s spine. Castiel was always possessive. Dean assumed he had
every right to be. But he had never acted quite like this.
Dean took a chance and asked, “sir, are you afraid I’m going to forget that
fact?”
Castiel smiled as he removed his hand from Dean’s hair and reached it down into
the front side of Dean’s pants, grabbing his cock. He harshly twisted his wrist
as he stroked up and down twice, and Dean was coming in his pants.
“Not anymore,” Castiel responded. “Get off of me before you get come on my
pants as well.”
Dean jumped back and onto the bench across from Castiel. He didn’t know what to
say. Castiel had just told him that if he came he would be horribly punished
and now Dean was worried. Dean was usually very good about following Castiel’s
rules and had only been punished once, but it wasn’t even that bad. But this,
he wasn’t sure how this would turn out.
“Relax, Dean,” Castiel said, reading his thoughts. “The other suit pants are in
the drawer below the bench you are sitting on. Change quickly. Here’s a towel,”
he added as he threw the towel from the bar at Dean.
Dean was shocked. “Sir?”
“Why do you think I bought you two identical suits?”
Dean smiled. This had been Castiel’s plan for quite some time. To make him come
in the limo so that…what? Dean would be sated and not look elsewhere at the
party? Dean wasn’t going to anyways. He quickly cleaned himself with the towel
and found the pants and changed. He could feel Castiel’s eyes on him through
the entire process. When he was finished, he looked to Castiel for further
instruction.
“Do you know what I’m going to tell you to do now, Dean?”
Dean began to shake his head to convey his lack of understanding when he
noticed that Castiel’s pants were still tented with his erection. Dean quickly
understood and got to his knees.
He unbuckled Castiel’s belt and undid his button and zipper. Castiel lifted off
of the bench so that Dean could pull his pants and boxers down far enough so
that they didn’t risk getting come on them. Dean had one hand on each of
Castiel’s knees simultaneously spreading them and helping to keep his own
balance. He leaned in and took most of Castiel’s cock in his mouth in one go.
He had gotten very good at giving blow jobs, as they were Castiel’s preferred
method of orgasm. Castiel threw his head back and sighed. “Yeah, boy. Just like
that.” Dean moved his tongue up and down the underside and then slowly started
to move his mouth back, so that he was now just suckling at the head. Castiel
moaned and thrusted a bit, but nothing too excessive. He seemed so relaxed that
his hands were down at his sides and not in Dean’s hair, controlling the act.
Dean let Castiel fall completely out of his mouth and starting to run his
tongue over the member. Flattening it against the tip. Castiel whined and
thrust up at the teasing. “Dean,” he panted, “if I don’t come in the next two
minutes…” Despite the breathy, pleasure-filled voice it was said in, Dean
understood it as a threat. He immediately took the full length back into his
mouth and swallowed around it, earning a “fuuuckkk” from Castiel. Dean
continued to gently suck and then decided to swallow again, and with that
Castiel put his hands in Dean’s hair and let out a deep moan as he coated
Dean’s throat with come.
After Dean wiped him off and pulled his pants back up, Castiel looked out the
window and exclaimed, “we’re here.”
 
It was a rundown warehouse. Dean wasn’t sure what he had expected, but it
hadn't been this. That is, until they got inside the rundown warehouse. It was
completely modernized with fancy furniture and what Dean assumed was state of
the art computer equipment. Everyone was in suits and fancy dresses. And
everyone was accompanied by someone much younger than themselves. Dean figured
they were kids in a situation much like his own.
Castiel took his hand and Dean looked up into his eyes. “You are to stay close
to me,” Castiel instructed as they made their way to another, less crowded
room.
“Cassie!” Some blonde guy yelled as they entered the room. He was wearing a v
neck shirt and black pants, much more casual than everyone else.
“Balthazar.” Castiel greeted.
“And this lovely thing must be your pet.”
Dean looked at Castiel, who nodded his permission, and Dean responded, “I’m
Dean.”
“Nice to meet you, Dean. Castiel, the boy looks completely wrecked.”
Castiel grinned and responded, “he was just taught a little lesson on the ride
over.”
Balthazar winked and Dean blushed.
 
As the night went on, Dean got more and more comfortable with
Castiel’s…friends? He still wasn’t sure what to call them. But things became
actually enjoyable. There was music, but no one was dancing, and the talk
wasn’t all about business like the gathering Castiel had had at his house.
There was some, sure. But the majority of conversations were about vacations or
hobbies. Castiel made plans to go golfing with someone named Crowley, who’s
‘pet’ Dean befriended. He was an asian kid about Dean’s age named Kevin. Kevin
and Dean were able to talk while their masters caught up, and Dean learned how
truly lucky he was. Apparently Crowley beat Kevin, and made him do horrible
things that Kevin didn’t even want to talk about. Dean refrained from telling
Kevin too many details about his life with Castiel. He didn’t want to gloat.
After that, Castiel and Dean made their way to someone Dean actually recognized
from the gathering at Castiel’s house. His name was Chuck, and he apparently
had been ‘like a father to Castiel’. He was a shorter man, not really that
physically intimidating. Except for the fact that every person here seemed to
be intimidated by him, including Castiel. The talk with Chuck was about work,
and Dean tuned most of it out, because he really didn’t want to think about the
things Castiel did when he wasn’t with him.
Dean was staring at Castiel as he spoke. Watching how prominent his jaw line
was, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed. Or the intensity of his gaze
when Chuck said something that he clearly did not like. After a while,
Castiel’s gaze shifted to Dean, who was still staring with awe. Both Castiel
and Chuck laughed at the boy.
“Perhaps you should take him somewhere,” Chuck suggested.
“Perhaps I should,” Castiel returned. He grabbed Dean’s arm and dragged him
into an empty hallway.
Castiel shoved Dean up against a wall and started kissing him roughly, stroking
his hands down the boy’s sides. Dean’s hands automatically went to Castiel’s
hair. He liked it best when they kissed like this because he could actually put
his hands in the messy mane. He felt Castiel’s tongue enter his mouth and it
seemed like they both moaned at the same time. But Castiel pulled his face
away, the rest of his body still crushing Dean against the wall.
“You’re starting to like me.”
“Just call me Stockholm Syndrome boy, sir.” Dean retorted sarcastically.
Castiel smiled. “I’ve never had a pet like you before.”
Dean didn’t know what to say. He should have assumed….but he never really
thought about the fact that he wasn’t Castiel’s first. Which led him to the
question, that he didn’t mean to ask out loud, “sir, what happened to the
others?”
Castiel grinned again before leaning his face into another kiss. One of his
hands reached around and pushed Dean's hips towards him and away from the wall
so that he could shove it inside his pants to grab his ass. Dean moaned at the
touch, momentarily forgetting about what he had just asked.
 
Neither realized that they were being watched. Rowena and Crowley stood at the
other end of the hall, taking in the sight of Castiel and Dean making out
against the wall.
“Hope the kid doesn’t get too used to that sort of treatment,” Crowley said.
“He’s a good lad,” Rowena responded, “I almost feel sorry for him.”
Crowley shook his head. “Yeah. Poor boy doesn’t know what’s coming.”
Chapter End Notes
     Thanks for checking it out! What do you think? I know I didn't go
     into a lot of detail about the party, but as I was writing it, I
     deemed it unnecessary and honestly didn't even know what to add.
     Also, yes, the cliff hanger sounds like a very bad one. But fret not,
     it's not what you might think. ;)
***** Chapter Four *****
Chapter Notes
     So... this does basically nothing to further the plot. But, every
     story needs a chapter that is pretty much nothing but smut. Also,
     heads up, this smut gets a bit....rough. For lack of a better term.
     Second also, I'm not even a little bit sorry.
     Enjoy. :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel traced his fingers along Dean’s face as he brushed the hair out of
Dean’s eyes. They were both drenched in sweat, Dean on his back with Castiel on
top of him in Castiel’s bed. They were staring into each other’s eyes, Dean’s
legs wrapped around Castiel’s waist, and Castiel ever so slowly thrusting into
Dean.
Dean was panting softly, Castiel’s rapid breathing matching his. Castiel took
the opportunity to start kissing Dean’s neck. He moved his way down and started
sucking on Dean’s nipple, causing Dean to arch his back. His hands were combing
through Castiel’s hair and gently pulled him back up so their lips could meet.
Castiel pulled away enough to whisper, “God Dean, I’m so close…” as he started
getting a bit more erratic in his thrusting, but still gentle. He reached one
of his hands down in between them and started pumping Dean’s cock.
Dean moaned and shut his eyes at the pleasure of the sensation. “Yes, Cas. Yes.
Yes.” He began chanting as Castiel worked him into full orgasm. When he came
down from his high, his eyes caught Castiel’s, darker then they’ve ever been as
he continued thrusting and chasing his own release. After a moment, he crashed
his lips hard against Dean’s, muffling the moan that accompanied the orgasm
that was emptying into Dean.
They laid there like that, Castiel soft and still inside Dean, foreheads
pressed together, for longer than Dean could keep track of.
 
Dean woke up in a giant bed, staring at a cracked wall, his ass still throbbing
from last night. He wished his night would have gone like that dream. But alas,
it was just a dream. Maybe a desire? Dean didn’t want to think about having
desires like that towards his master. Perhaps it was because Dean was a virgin
before Castiel and had never made love before. Castiel only ever fucked him.
That was it. Dean was just craving something more intimate. He tried to
convince himself he was not actually falling in love with his master. He
couldn’t possibly.
In reality, his night was quite different.
 
***FLASHBACK***
 
Castiel had Dean pinned against the wall of the warehouse and was humping him
mercilessly. He pulled their lips apart long enough to say, “I’ve never been so
turned on by a pet before.” Then he went back to shoving his tongue down Dean’s
throat.
Dean felt Castiel’s incredibly hard cock rubbing against his own through their
suit pants and was letting out little whines. He felt incredibly proud that he
could turn his master on this much. All the information he had received before
the auction said that he should be able to do that for his master, but that
most people fail in that. And that is why a lot of people end up being
punished. They don’t live up to their master’s standards. But Dean never felt
like that. Actually, he was a bit conceded and thought that he was exactly what
Castiel wanted. And that turned Dean on. Knowing that he was exactly what this
handsome, powerful man wanted.
Castiel pulled away once more and whispered into Dean’s ear, “Let’s go home. I
want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“I don’t think that’s possible, sir.”
Castiel grinned, “Don’t underestimate me, boy.”
 
As soon as they arrived back at the house, Castiel quickly ushered Dean
upstairs to his bedroom. Dean was ecstatic to be going to Castiel’s bedroom. He
had spent less time in there than he originally thought he would, and it was
the nicest room in a house of nice rooms.
Castiel wasted no time in ripping Dean’s jacket and shirt off, an action Dean
thought to be odd, given that Castiel had never helped him get undressed
before. He grabbed the handcuffs from the night table, pulled Dean’s arms
behind his back, and cuffed his hands together. He then undid Dean’s slacks and
pulled them down.
“Step out of them,” Castiel commanded, and Dean immediately obliged. He was now
completely naked, with his hands cuffed behind his back. Defenseless against
whatever Castiel was going to do.
Castiel turned Dean to face the bed and shoved him down, so that only his face
and stomach were on the mattress. Dean’s feet were still on the floor, and his
ass was in the air. He felt Castiel walk closer to him.
“My sweet pet, bent over all pretty and waiting for me,” he cooed as he ran his
hands down Dean’s back, pausing at his ass before slapping it lightly. Dean
couldn’t help the surprised whimper he let out. “Does my pet like that?”
Castiel asked, slapping Dean’s ass again, harder this time.
Dean couldn’t see, but he was pretty sure that Castiel had walked away after
the second slap. After a moment, Castiel grabbed his hair and lifted his head.
“I want to put this in your mouth,” he explained, holding up a rag. As he was
stuffing it in, almost to the point of choking Dean, he added, “you may scream
tonight. And you know how I hate screaming.” Dean was terrified. Castiel had
never given him a warning like that.
He heard Castiel’s zipper, and then felt another slap on his ass. Before he
knew it, Castiel’s hands were spreading his cheeks apart, and his cock was
pushing in, no preparation at all. Dean tried to scream. He felt like he was
being torn apart. It hurt worse than anything Castiel had ever done to him
before. Worse than anything anyone had ever done to him before. He was almost
sure he had to be bleeding. Between Castiel’s moans he heard him say, “Yes,
pet. So good and tight for me.” Another moan after a particularly deep thrust.
“Have to have you like this more often.” Dean hated that idea. He had never
felt pain like this in his life.
Apart from the lack of preparation or lube, Castiel was also going harder than
he ever had. Dean thought he actually heard the dry wall cracking from where
the bed was being slammed into it from Castiel’s thrusts.
After a few more minutes, he heard Castiel mutter, “God, baby, you were meant
for my cock.” Then he pulled out, yanked Dean’s hair to spin him around, and
shot his load onto Dean’s face.
“That was amazing, Dean.” Castiel said as he ran his fingers through Dean’s
hair. “You handled that so well. And it looks like you liked it, too.”
It was that moment that Dean looked down and realized that he had come. He
didn’t feel the pleasure of an orgasm over the pain of the act, but he had
come. Son of a bitch.
Castiel took the rag out of Dean’s mouth and used it to wipe his face off. “Lay
down now, Dean,” he instructed, “let’s go to bed.”
 
***PRESENT DAY***
 
Castiel was still asleep, laying on his back, his head turned away from Dean.
Dean hadn’t realized that Castiel had taken off his clothes before bed and was
now completely naked. An idea sparked, hoping to save his hole from more abuse
today, Dean crawled down the bed, sank in between Castiel’s legs, and started
mouthing at his cock. It was difficult, given that he was still hand cuffed
from the previous night.
At first Castiel didn’t open his eyes, and just started thrusting up into
Dean’s mouth. As he got hard, he opened his eyes and watched Dean work. He
thrust a bit, but let Dean take the lead.
After he came, he looked down at Dean and said, “That was a nice way to wake
up. You should do that every morning.”
Dean smiled and replied, “if you want me to, sir.”
Castiel sat up and reached to the table to grab the hand cuff keys. As he was
freeing Dean, he asked, “Did you do that so I wouldn’t want to fuck you this
morning? Because I assume you are probably still in discomfort from last
night.”
Dean looked at Castiel but remained silent.
“Speak freely, Dean,” Castiel commanded.
“Yes sir. I may have had an ulterior motive.”
Castiel grinned. “You’re a smart pet. Why don’t you go get dressed, and meet me
downstairs for some breakfast?”
Dean was shocked. “You aren’t angry, sir?”
“Oh, yes. I’m terribly angry that you woke me by putting my dick in your
mouth,” Castiel said sarcastically. “I commend you for your quick thinking, and
tell you what, why don’t we give your sweet behind a break today? But only for
today. And only because I can think of a million ways to use that mouth
instead.” He offered, running his thumb over Dean’s lips.
“Yes sir.” Dean said, taking the digit into his mouth and sucking it.
“Mhmm…”Castiel sighed in contentment. “You should go get dressed before I
change my mind and fuck you senseless.”
Dean released his master’s thumb from his mouth and let out a quick,
“understood, sir,” before bolting out of bed and heading towards his room.
After breakfast, Castiel retired to his office and Dean went to his room to
rest his body after the night he had. After a few hours, he heard familiar
voices and looked out into the hall. Chuck, Crowley and Castiel were standing
outside of Castiel’s office looking to be in an argument. Crowley was the first
to notice Dean had stuck his head out.
“Cas, we seem to have a bit of an audience,” Crowley alluded.
The three men looked in Dean’s direction. Castiel simply smiled at Dean and led
the two men into his office, closing the door behind them.
Dean went back into his room and laid on his bed. ‘That was really weird,’ he
thought.
Chapter End Notes
     I promise the next chapter will actually move the plot forward. I'm
     hoping to have it posted by Friday.
***** Chapter Five *****
Chapter Notes
     Be aware that this chapter starts off with a flashback from seven
     months ago. It's important background information for what is
     currently going on. Hopefully I am doing an okay job keeping the time
     frame clear.
     TIMELINE (should you want it for reference)
     **At the current/present point in time, Dean has been with Castiel
     for 8 months.
     **The gathering at Castiel's house in which Castiel killed Benny took
     place 6 months ago, when Dean had been with Castiel for only 2
     months.
     **The social party at the warehouse was just yesterday
     **The beginning and majority of this chapter is 7 months ago, when
     Dean had been with Castiel for only 1 month
     **The end of this chapter (present day) is the day after the
     warehouse party
See the end of the chapter for more notes
***SEVEN MONTHS AGO***
Castiel was in a dark booth in a deserted corner of a diner, waiting for
Crowley like he always did. The two hadn’t had much time to talk lately, as
they had just gotten new pets at auction a month ago and were breaking them in.
But now they had to talk. The situation had gotten worse. It was more important
than breaking their pets in. Castiel smiled as he thought about Dean. The boy
had the loveliest green eyes that actually seemed to sparkle when he looked at
Castiel. Almost as if the boy had a crush on him. Castiel chuckled to himself
at the thought. Pets don’t get crushes on their masters. That’s not how it
works. Although he had to admit, he himself was a little more smitten than
usual. Don’t get him wrong, he only bought boys he found appealing in the first
place. But Dean, Dean was a beautiful, eager little thing. The kid had actually
made the first move. And Castiel would be lying if he said Dean didn’t give the
best blow jobs he’d ever received.
His mind was drifting to the freckles on Dean’s skin, or the way the boy felt
comfortable enough to crack jokes in front of him when Crowley slid into the
booth, sitting across from him.
“Hello,” Castiel said, frustration evident in his voice. He wasn’t sure if it
was because of Crowley’s tardiness or the fact that his presence now had pulled
Castiel from his train of thought.
“Cas,” Crowley greeted. “We do have a mess on our hands here.”
“We?”
“You don’t expect me to take the fall for this? Chuck is already….displeased
with me.”
Castiel giggled at that. “You did sleep with his wife.”
“That’s neither here nor there. The question now is, what are we going to do
about….”
Castiel put his hand up, signaling Crowley to stop. “You keep using this ‘we’
phrase. ‘We’ aren’t going to do anything. It’s your mess. You clean it up.”
“I would prefer it if we could blame that annoying assistant of yours,” Crowley
said, clearly ignoring Castiel’s words.
“Rowena has done nothing wrong. Besides, I would shoot you myself before
letting you frame her.”
Crowley gave him a glare.
“What? She gets my coffee and reminds me of my appointments. You. You annoy
me.”
“Annoyance aside, it’s not just my ass on the line here. We can throw blame all
we want about who’s at fault…”
“You,” Castiel interjected.
“Either way,” Crowley stressed, “these aren’t some local cops who can be paid a
few grand to look the other way. These are the feds.”
Castiel smiled, “your point being that they need more than a few grand to look
the other way?” He joked.
“I’m serious here, Novak.” Crowley said, leaning over the table and closer to
Castiel. “What’s to stop them from following the trail right to you? Or Chuck?
What’s to stop them from blowing the whole damn thing open?”
Castiel leaned in so his face was merely inches from Crowley’s. “So help me God
Fergus, if you lead the feds to me or Chuck, it won’t be prison you have to
worry about.”
“Fancy threat,” Crowley responded. “Too bad you wouldn’t be around to carry it
out.”
Castiel sat back and grinned. “It’s almost cute how you think I would have to
be around to carry out a threat.”
Crowley took Castiel’s lead and sat back as well. “Fair enough. The question
still remains, what are we going to do?”
Castiel shook his head. He knew Crowley was right. A federal investigation was
not something they needed. They were supposed to stay anonymous. They had been
anonymous. That is, until one of Crowley’s men fucked up and sold to a fucking
FBI agent. It would have been fine, but Alfie was young and scared and had
nearly led the FBI right to Crowley. Unfortunately, as luck would have it,
Alfie disappeared before he could give them too much information. Castiel
snickered to himself about that.
“Earth to the boss,” Crowley said, snapping his fingers in front of Castiel’s
face to get his attention.
“Lay low. For a while. I’ll have Rowena arrange a gathering at my house with
everyone soon and we will discuss more strategy then. For now, the immediate
threat is gone. Just instruct your guys to be careful. Kill anyone who isn’t.”
Crowley shook his head in agreement. “Understood.”
“Now, shall we order lunch?” Castiel asked, opening one of the menus that had
been laying on the table.
 
When he got home from his lunch with Crowley, he was very tense. He had
instructed Rowena to invite everyone to the house, and to make sure they
understood it wasn’t an optional social event.
He was thinking of going for a run, or just hitting the exercise room to blow
off some steam. On his way up there, however, he passed Dean’s room. The boy
was laying on his bed, reading a book. Why on earth was Castiel going to the
exercise room to blow off steam when he had a perfect little 16 year old laying
there, ready for the taking? He stood in the doorway and coughed.
Dean looked up, “Oh. Hello, sir. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were home.” He
said while putting his book on the stand and sitting up.
“It’s alright. Come here boy,” Castiel said entering the room and closing the
door behind him. Dean did as he was instructed and started walking towards
Castiel.
Castiel grabbed him by the waist and shoved him against the wall. Rather than
kiss him, Castiel laid his head on Dean’s shoulder and was breathing in the
scent of Dean’s neck. “You smell so good, Dean.”
“Thank you, sir.” Dean replied. He was a little confused. He had only been with
Castiel a month, but he had gotten used to how things went when they were
alone. And this certainly was not it.
Castiel reached his hand down between them and pressed his palm against Dean’s
clothed cock, eliciting a moan from the boy. Sex and intimacy were still so new
to Dean. Any touch lit his body on fire.
“That’s it, boy,” Castiel cooed, rubbing the slowly hardening member, “getting
aroused by my touch?”
“Always, sir.”
That made Castiel finally lift his face and meet Dean’s lips. His hand was
still groping the boy’s cock, and his tongue was now fucking the boy’s mouth.
Dean was a whimpering mess, clinging to Castiel so he didn’t fall to the floor.
After a few minutes of this, Castiel pulled off and removed his hand. Dean was
clearly wrecked. His face was red and his hair was messy and drenched in sweat.
Castiel smiled to himself, proud of his work.
“Do you know what I want you to do now, Dean?” Castiel asked, voice hoarse with
desire.
Dean simply shook his head and started taking off his clothes.
“You’re such a good boy, Dean.” Castiel praised as a now naked Dean climbed
onto the bed and positioned himself on all fours.
Castiel grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand and poured it over his
pointer and middle finger as he got in position behind Dean. As soon as he was
situated, he pushed the two digits into Dean’s hole, causing the boy to jolt
forward and hiss. Castiel rubbed his back as his fingers worked to stretch the
hole. “Shh. You know I hate hearing you in pain.”
“Sorry, sir,” Dean mumbled through gritted teeth as he tried to not tense up at
the addition of a third finger.
When Dean was open enough, or rather, when Castiel deemed that Dean was open
enough, he slipped his fingers out, unzipped his pants and shoved his throbbing
cock in. Dean bit his lip to stop from crying out and Castiel let out a moan of
pure relief. As he pulled out nearly all the way and slammed back in, he called
out, “Fuck Dean, so good.” Dean was beyond shocked. Castiel had almost never
talked during sex before. And he definitely never said Dean’s name. “Yes, Dean,
yes,” he kept repeating while his thrusts got more erratic. Dean’s cock began
leaking precome and was now almost painfully hard. Castiel’s voice calling out
his name in such a pleasure filled state did all sorts of things to Dean’s body
that he didn’t even want to think about.
Castiel had to be close now. His hips were moving at a crazy speed, like a jack
hammer was plowing into Dean. And Castiel was chanting his name on every
movement. “Dean..Dean..Dean. uhh..Dean..” One thrust had Castiel jamming right
into Dean’s prostate and all of a sudden Dean was yelling as he came. Despite
that, Castiel didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down. He shoved in extremely deep
and screamed, “God, Dean. YESSS.” and he was coming, the orgasm lasting longer
and resulting in more come than Dean normally felt.
Rather than pulling out immediately like he normally did, this time Castiel
stayed inside Dean, still slowly humping. His soft cock feeling almost easy on
Dean’s abused hole. Castiel collapsed on top of Dean, causing Dean to fall to
the mattress.
“I’m sorry sir,” Dean quickly offered.
“Don’t be,” Castiel said, his hand now caressing Dean’s arm. He kissed the back
of Dean’s neck and said, “that was exactly what I needed today.” He then
finally stilled and pulled out.
Dean looked over at him, and he was actually looking back at Dean.
“What?” Castiel asked, curious about Dean’s stare.
“I just…” Dean didn’t know how to articulate what he wanted. He had only been
with Castiel for a month and still wasn’t sure what his boundaries were. He
knew the rules. But when stuff wasn’t specifically in the rules, he wasn’t sure
how to act.
“Say it,” Castiel said, stern but not commanding.
“I want to kiss you. Sir.” Dean said, looking down at the mattress to avoid
Castiel’s eyes.
Castiel reached his hand over, grabbed Dean’s hair and pulled him closer. He
looked at Dean’s mouth for a moment before finally crashing their lips
together. Dean moaned with pleasure. Castiel pulled away quickly and said,
“don’t get used to that.”
“Of course not, sir.”
Castiel sat up and reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a pack of
cigarettes. He put one in his mouth and lit it. “Want one?” He asked, offering
the pack to Dean.
“Sure.” Dean said, taking one. “Thank you, sir.” Castiel shook his head in
acknowledgement and lit Dean’s cigarette for him.
“So,” Castiel started, leaning up against the headboard. Dean followed his
movements, sitting up and against the headboard as well, “So, why did you want
to kiss me after that?”
Dean thought for a moment. “I really don’t know, sir. I just did.”
Castiel smiled. “Are you starting to like me, Dean?”
Dean turned his head to look at him. Castiel was still wearing his clothes,
that were now saturated with sweat, his pants were unzipped, his black messy
hair was sticking to his forehead, his mouth hollowed out slightly as he took a
drag of his cigarette, and his blue eyes were gazing intently at Dean. Of
course Dean liked him. Dean was a 16 year old boy, and this handsome man was
the only person, besides himself of course, that had ever made him feel good
enough to have an orgasm. Many orgasms, to be precise. But Castiel was also his
master. This wasn’t a relationship built on trust and reciprocation. Castiel
only gave Dean orgasms because of the way Dean’s body reacted, not because
Castiel intended to. And Castiel was mean. Not as mean as he could have been.
But it definitely wasn’t his parents house.
His parents house. It had been a while since Dean thought about that.
“Dean,” Castiel said, not even angry about Dean’s lack of an answer to the
previous question, “do you like it here?”
“Yes. Sir.” Dean responded immediately. That much he did know. Here definitely
wasn’t his parents house. And Castiel definitely wasn’t John. And okay, yeah,
maybe despite the situation, Dean was happy about that.
“Dean, I want you to answer this question honestly. I won’t punish you, no
matter what your answer is.”
“Sir?”
“If I gave you the chance to go home, free and clear, never have to see me
again, would you?”
Now that was a question. If Castiel, or anyone, had asked him that at the
auction house, he would have said yes immediately. If Castiel had asked him
that a month ago, he would have said yes. But now, now that he had given so
much to Castiel, and Castiel had provided so much for him, he couldn’t say yes.
He answered the only way he could, “Please don’t give me the chance.”
Castiel looked at him and took another drag of his cigarette. “Your family that
bad?” He questioned.
“Sir, please don’t ask me that.”
“Fair enough.” Castiel said. Both of them took more puffs of their cigarettes
and the conversation ended.
 
***PRESENT DAY***
About 2 hours after Castiel had gone into his office with Crowley and Chuck, he
came into Dean’s room.
“Hi there,” he said.
“Hello, sir,” Dean said, sitting up in his bed. Then wincing when he realized
it was still painful to sit on his ass.
“Still hurting?” Castiel asked. Dean could have sworn he heard a faint hint of
concern.
“A little. Mostly just when I sit up. Sir.”
“Well, I’m not here to fuck you. So that’s good. I was seeing if you would like
to come eat dinner with me on the roof?”
Dean smiled. The roof of the house was so beautiful. A modern garden with a
full sized dining table right in the middle of it. But somehow it didn’t seem
odd or out of place. It was exactly how the roof of Castiel’s house should
look. “I would love to, sir.”
“Great,” Castiel responded, starting to head out the door.
“Sir,” Dean called after him and Castiel stopped and turned back.
“Yes, Dean?”
“Permission to ask a question, sir?”
Castiel shook his head in the affirmative. “Go ahead.”
“What were you guys talking about earlier? I understand if you don’t want to
tell me. It’s just. You’ve never hid a conversation from me like that before.
And I’m….worried.”
Castiel smiled and walked over to sit on the bed next to Dean. “Don’t worry,
pet,” he said rubbing soothing circles in Dean’s back. “It wasn’t about you.
It’s just a work problem from a while ago that I thought had gone away, but
apparently it hasn’t. It was just normal shop talk. Now come on, Rowena had the
chef prepare lasagna. And I think there may be some cherry pie for dessert.”
“Pie, sir? I love pie.” Dean said, his face lighting up.
“I know. Now come on,” Castiel instructed while standing up. Dean followed him
out of the room.
Chapter End Notes
     Thank you all for reading! I think next chapter I am going to put a
     hold on the storyline of Castiel's work and focus on Dean's 17th
     birthday! So stay tuned for that. Should be up within a week.
***** Chapter Six *****
Chapter Notes
     So, this kind of took on a life of it's own. But once I started, I
     just decided to go with it. Happy birthday, Dean.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel was in his office on the phone with Chuck, who was going on and on
about what they would do. Castiel really didn’t want to be having this
conversation right now because there was a much better one he wanted to be
having with his pet. Today was Dean’s birthday after all.
Finally, Castiel just interjected, “We could just let Crowley take the fall.”
He was met by Chuck’s silence on the other end of the call. “I mean,” he
continued, “they’re looking for Alfie’s boss. And Crowley was Alfie’s boss.”
“You really think Crowley wouldn’t give us up in a heart beat to save his own
ass? Strike some kind of deal?”
Castiel smiled, even though no one was in the room with him to see it. “There
are ways to ensure that doesn’t happen.”
“That’s true,” he heard Chuck respond through the receiver, “Let me think about
it and I’ll get back to you.”
“Okay,” Castiel said as he hung up the phone. He shook off the conversation,
wanting to focus on Dean. There was only one day a year that his pets could do
whatever they wanted. His mother had always made a big deal of his birthdays
growing up, and Castiel continued that tradition with his pets. And he was
dying to know what Dean would want.
 
Dean was laying in his bed watching TV, Castiel stood in the doorway watching
him for a few moments until Dean finally looked up.
“Hello, sir,” Dean said switching off the TV.
“Hey,” Castiel replied, smiling and sitting on the bed next to Dean, who was
now sitting up. “So, there is one thing that I always make sure I know about my
pets,” Castiel continued, looking at Dean.
Dean swallowed hard in worry, not sure what Castiel was talking about.
“Today is your birthday,” Castiel announced, still smiling. That is not what
Dean had expected. He didn’t know his master knew his birthday, let alone that
he would bring it up and seem…excited? Today, Dean was 17 years old. In some
places, he would be considered an adult. Although, he would have to wait
another year almost everywhere. 17 was also the age of consent in most
places...
“I didn’t think you would care, sir,” Dean said, almost shyly.
“Of course I care. Birthdays are the one day a year where you can do anything…”
Castiel stopped and corrected himself, “almost anything you want. So Dean, what
do you want for your birthday?”
Dean thought for a moment, then looked into Castiel’s sparkling blue eyes and
said, “I want to go slow. I want to face you and look into your eyes while
having really slow sex.”
Castiel looked almost shocked. “You want me to make love to you? Most pets ask
for a new video game or for me to leave them alone for the day.”
“Don’t leave me alone,” Dean spat out so quickly he wasn’t even sure he really
said it. He only knew he did because it caused a fire in his master’s eyes. And
before he knew it, Castiel was attacking his lips, pushing him down so that
Castiel was on top of him, and they were face to face.
Dean was in complete disbelief. He had never felt anything like this before.
They were chest to chest, their clothed cocks meeting and growing hard with
arousal. Castiel had his hands at the end of Dean’s shirt, pushing it up
slightly and kneading at the flesh it exposed.
Castiel lifted his mouth off of Dean’s just enough to ask, “is this what you
really want? There are so many other things you could ask for.”
“I want you, sir.”
Castiel chuckled. “People don’t call their partners sir when they make love.”
Dean couldn’t help it, he shot his head up and attacked Castiel’s lips. He ran
his hands through the dark mop of hair and started whining when Castiel ever so
slowly rocked his hips.
“Let’s get you out of this shirt,” Castiel said sitting up, straddling Dean.
Dean lifted up enough so that Castiel could pull his shirt off of him. “That’s
better,” Castiel said, leaning down and starting to lick and nip at Dean’s bare
chest. Dean arched into the touch. He was amazed. Castiel had no reservations
about doing this, and as far as Dean was concerned, he did it well.
Dean took a chance and started grabbing at the hem of Castiel’s shirt, pulling
it off of him. And Castiel let him. After that, Dean tensed a little. How much
was Castiel willing to let him do? How could he act?
Castiel sensed Dean’s hesitation and stopped his tongue’s exploration of the
boy’s chest. “This is your birthday present, Dean. You can do whatever you
want. No fear of punishment. Just, do what feels right.” Dean shook his head in
understanding.
He then said, “I want to touch you. I mean, like what you’re doing.”
Castiel’s eyes shot up and met Dean’s, both pairs a little glazed over with
want. “Yeah?” Castiel asked. Dean thought his voice sounded, excited. Unsure.
He had never heard Castiel sound unsure before. Castiel was always very
confident. Dean simply shook his head and licked his lips in response. This
softer side of Castiel was really doing it for him. Even if it was only a one
time special occasion.
“Tell me exactly how you want me,” Castiel said, voice lacking confidence but
still coarse from arousal. Dean had never been so turned on in his life. Even
the porn he used to watch wasn’t as hot as Castiel was right now. Hovering
above him, shirtless, asking for instructions. Dean almost came in his pants
right then. Almost.
“I want us to be naked,” Dean nearly whispered. He immediately regretted his
words when Castiel got off the bed. But Dean was relieved when he realized it
was to take off his pants and boxers. Dean took the time to do the same.
“Now what?” Castiel asked, still standing by the bed. “You’re in charge here.”
Dean couldn’t help but to smile. Castiel, his master, just told him he was in
charge. This was the best birthday present ever. “Will you…” Dean wasn’t
exactly confident in ordering Castiel to do something, “will you lay on your
back?”
Castiel did as he was instructed and Dean rolled over on top of him, resting on
Castiel’s knees. He bent down and started mouthing at Castiel’s neck, tasting
skin that was usually off limits to him. His tongue worked it’s way down,
licking every centimeter of Cas’ skin it could reach. Castiel was moaning and
arching into the sensation. He couldn’t believe he was allowing a pet to have
this much control. To be so personal and intimate with him. But at the same
time, he was enjoying it.
Dean started kissing further down, then finally his mouth arrived at Castiel’s
rock hard member. Rather than taking it into his mouth, he placed gentle kisses
up and down the shaft. Castiel let out a few cries, reveling in the unfamiliar
feeling. He started to thrust up but stopped himself. It was Dean’s birthday.
This was about Dean and what Dean wanted.
He slowly left little pecks on Castiel’s thighs. Lightly nipping at them every
once in a while. Castiel was writhing with pleasure. Dean sucked on a
particular sensitive spot and Castiel couldn’t help but to call out, “Dean…”
Dean lifted his head in response, bringing himself back up to Castiel’s face to
meet his lips. This was one of the very few times in the 8 months that Dean had
been there that Dean’s tongue was the one to gain entrance into Castiel’s
mouth. Castiel brought both of his hands up, one tangled in Dean’s hair and the
other cupping the boy’s ass, finger playfully tracing the rim.
Dean started moaning into Castiel’s mouth and moving his hips. At this rate, he
would come just from this, and that’s not what he wanted. He pulled from
Castiel and whispered, “need it now.”
Castiel understood perfectly. He flipped them over so that Dean was now on his
back, Castiel on top of him. He started kissing his neck, receiving a whimper
from Dean in return. Dean’s nails were digging into his back as the boy held
him extremely close. Castiel was about to go in for more foreplay when Dean
nearly cried, “please Cas. Need you inside me.”
Castiel was stunned. Never had pet ever said that before. Never had a pet
wanted something like this before. Never had a pet been like Dean before.
Whatever it was about this moment, whatever it was about Dean, Castiel had
never felt such a desire to please someone before. At this moment, all Castiel
wanted to do was give Dean exactly what he wanted. He wanted nothing more than
for the boy to be happy and feel good. He reached for the lube and coated his
pointer finger, slowly circling it around Dean’s rim before gently pushing it
in.
By the time Castiel had 3 fingers in, Dean was humming with pleasure. It had
taken longer than it had ever taken, because Dean asked for it like that. He
didn’t want to have sex. He wanted to go slow. To be gentle. To make love. So
that’s what Castiel was doing. He looked at Dean for a moment, the boy’s eyes
shut tight, mouth open in pleasure, sinful noises escaping it. It was the
perfect picture. “Are you ready?” he asked.
Dean opened his eyes to see Castiel’s blues staring back at him. He was
shocked. Castiel had never asked him if he was ready. He always just pushed in
without warning. Dean shook his head. “I’m ready,” he replied.
Castiel pulled on Dean’s hips to angle him upwards, wrapping Dean’s legs around
his waist so he could have a better angle. He was slow about it, letting the
boy adjust to him, inch by inch. They were both covered in sweat and Dean was
shaking, it felt so amazing.
“Are you okay?” Castiel asked, concerned about the shaking.
“Yes, yes. Just keep going.”
After another minute, he was fully inside. Dean was clinging onto him for dear
life, as if Castiel was going to change his mind and pull away any second.
Castiel stayed still, giving Dean time to adjust. That’s what lovers did. Dean
finally opened his eyes and nearly came once again at the sight. Castiel was
above him, looking down into his eyes with a look of adoration. He had one arm
under Dean’s head, cradling him, and the other was stroking Dean’s side. They
stared at each other another moment before Dean’s hand coaxed Castiel’s head to
lean down and kiss him.
Castiel chose that moment to slowly pull nearly all the way out, then ever so
gently push back in, angling himself to try to find Dean’s sweet spot.
“Uhh…Cas..” Dean cried out, voice drenched in pleasure. Castiel repeated these
soft, slow movements, each time eliciting moans and whines from his favorite
pet. At this point, Castiel couldn’t exactly keep quiet either. He found
himself enjoying the slower pace. As if the boy’s hole were milking his cock
for all it was worth. Dean’s length was trapped between them, rubbing against
Castiel’s abdomen on every thrust.
They were covered in a glistening layer of sweat, the smell of sex filling the
room, the air so thick from the heat their bodies were generating. Dean had
never experienced anything like it. He threw his head back against the pillow,
shutting his eyes and screaming in pleasure as his orgasm built and finally
released onto Castiel’s stomach. Castiel actually let out a guttural moan,
finding being covered in Dean’s come intoxicating. A few more thrusts and he
was experiencing his own high, his orgasm exploding inside Dean.
Both of them were panting as Dean opened his eyes to find Castiel still
hovering above him, his bright blues closed, mouth slack in pleasure. Dean had
never seen a more beautiful sight as Castiel’s face fresh from orgasm. Their
usual position didn't allow Dean to see Castiel's face. And seeing it was the
best birthday present he had ever gotten.
Castiel opened his eyes and looked down at Dean. He immediately crashed their
lips together, without the boy even having to ask for it. Dean kept one arm
around Castiel’s middle, the other stretching so his hand could tangle in
Castiel’s hair. He pulled away just enough to whisper to Castiel, “please don’t
move.” Castiel only went back to kissing him in response.
Twenty minutes later, they were still laying in Dean’s bed. Castiel had pulled
out and was no longer on top of Dean, but they were each on their side, facing
the other.
“Thank you, sir,” Dean said, “that really was an amazing birthday present.
Exactly what I wanted.”
Castiel smiled, “I told you, for today, right now, don’t call me sir.”
“Sorry, Castiel,” Dean said. It felt weird on his tongue. Sure, during sex, or
in his dreams, he had called out Castiel’s name. Even a shortened version of
it. But now, it was awkward on his tongue after so many months of not being
able to say it.
“Dean…why did you want that for your birthday? I could have boughten you
anything. Given you anything.”
Dean didn’t even think before blurting out, “I wanted you.” His eyes went wide
as he realized what he said, Castiel turned his head to the side questioningly.
“I mean,” Dean tried to correct himself, “I just wanted to know what it would
be like. Before I came here, the only thing I had done was kiss one person. And
it wasn’t even like making out. It was just a couple kisses. And over the last
8 months you and I have done a lot of things. But we’ve never ‘made love’ as
you called it. And I just…wanted to know what that would be like.”
Castiel smiled and starting to stroke Dean’s hair. “And what did you think?”
“Honestly?”
“Always.”
“I loved it. Don’t get me wrong, I like every time I get to be with you. But
that, I just felt so much more…”
Castiel pulled his hand away. “It didn’t hurt.”
“Well…yes. I mean, I’ve grown used to the discomfort, and if I’m being honest
here, a lot of times I do find myself enjoying the roughness. But this was
just, different. It made me feel…better.” Dean swallowed harshly. He was very
aware that he had never been this candid with Castiel before. He was worried
his master would punish him for the things he was saying.
“Can I be honest too, Dean?”
Dean shook his head, expecting the worst.
“I find that I kind of liked this as well,” they both smiled at each other
after that. “It’s not like you should get used to it or anything,” Castiel
continued, “because I still prefer our normal methods. And the point of this is
my pleasure, not yours.”
“Of course,” Dean said, half hurt and half relieved that Castiel didn’t mention
anything about punishing him.
“But..I may not be opposed, on certain occasions, to have sessions like this.”
“Really?” Dean asked.
“Yes,” Castiel responded. He leaned in and kissed Dean again, then pulled away.
“I’m glad you enjoyed your birthday present, Dean. But I must be getting back
to work,” Castiel said as he got up and started to get dressed.
Dean knew he shouldn’t say anything. Shouldn’t make any comment about it.
Castiel was his master and Dean was privileged enough, especially after what
Castiel had just done for him. But he couldn’t help it. He had to chance saying
it. “I wish you would stay.”
“I know,” Castiel said, his back towards Dean, walking out the door. He closed
the door behind him, leaving Dean alone, laying still naked in his bed.
Chapter End Notes
     I hope you guys liked that, and it wasn't too far fetched from the
     storyline.
     The next few chapters will most likely be dealing more with Castiel's
     work issues and we are coming up on some information about Dean's old
     family. So stay tuned. :)
***** Chapter Seven *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the delay! I've been so swamped with life this past week.
     But here is a shorter chapter to at least give you something. I am
     working on a longer one that will in theory be up Sunday. But for
     now, enjoy this.
     Also, let me know what you think of the plot twist. ;)
It had been a week since Dean’s birthday. And Castiel had stayed true to his
word about their activities that day only being for special occasions. In the
past seven days, Castiel barely spoke to Dean. And they only had sex 3 times,
each being extremely quick, rough, and painful. Dean knew that that would
probably be normal to other people in his situation, but not for him. Castiel
always talked to him, and while their sex had never been that personal, not
counting Dean’s birthday present, it had never been this impersonal either. He
figured there must have been something wrong with Castiel. He had been in his
office a lot more lately. Dean just wanted his old master back.
He walked to Castiel’s office and, since the door was open, entered without
knocking. But he made sure to close the door behind him, he didn’t want anyone
seeing what he was about to do.
Castiel looked up from his desk and watched Dean make his way over to him. Dean
positioned himself behind Castiel’s chair and started massaging the man’s
shoulders. He leaned down to whisper in his ear, “you seem tense.”
Castiel let out a contented sigh and replied, “I am.” He let his head fall back
onto Dean’s shoulder and said, “keep doing what you’re doing.”
With that permission, Dean extended his arms down to rub Castiel’s chest and
stomach. Castiel closed his eyes as Dean got closer to his belt. Dean left one
hand rubbing Castiel’s chest and the other started palming Castiel’s cock
through his pants. He smiled when Castiel responded to the touch with a moan.
He leaned in again and whispered, “is this making you feel better?”
Castiel opened his eyes and said, “if you really want to make me feel better,
use your mouth for something other than talking.”
Dean complied without hesitation, spinning Castiel’s chair around and dropping
to his knees. After undoing Castiel’s pants, he immediately took the hard
member completely into his mouth, he had had so much practice that it was easy
for his mouth to take Castiel without gagging. He bobbed his head a few times,
and then swallowed hard, eliciting a “fuck yes, Dean” from Castiel’s lips.
After a few moments he swallowed again and Castiel’s hands dove into his hair
and yanked him back just enough so that rather than coming down his throat,
Castiel came on his face. His mouth, chin, nose, and eyes were coated in the
evidence of Castiel’s orgasm, and Dean couldn’t have been prouder.
“Thanks, pet,” Castiel said, breathing a bit ragged as he came down from his
high, “I needed that.” He grabbed a tissue from the box on his desk and wiped
off Dean’s face just enough so the boy could open his eyes and mouth, but not
enough to eliminate all the evidence. “You should probably go to your room and
take care of that,” Castiel added when he noticed the tent in Dean’s pants. He
then turned back to his desk and started looking at whatever papers were in
front of him.
Now Dean knew there had to be something really wrong. Usually, Castiel would
make him jack off in front of him so he could watch as Dean came. He had never
told him to do it in another room. But, Castiel was his master. So Dean stood
up and walked out of the office, heading to his room so he could find his own
release.
 
***LATER THAT DAY***
 
Castiel laughed to himself as Chuck’s secretary retreated to her desk as he
walked by. She was Chuck’s secretary and she was scared of him? By the time he
got to Chuck’s office, his laughter was gone and he was back to being pissed
off.
“You’re kidding me, right?” He started, before even completely entering the
room.
Chuck looked up from his desk. “It wasn’t my decision.”
“Wasn’t your decision? You’re the fucking boss. Everything is your decision.”
“Except what’s your decision. Or have you forgotten the fact that you are
second in command here?”
“Are you telling me that to remind me of my dominance or yours?” Castiel
sneered. He hated fighting with Chuck. He also hated the situation he was
fighting with Chuck about.
“If it makes you feel better,” Chuck started, trying to ease Castiel, “I
thought about what you said. I think it could work.”
“Remind me what you are referring to?”
“Using Crowley to take care of our…federal problem.”
“I didn’t think you’d actually do that,” Castiel said, pleased but somewhat
shocked.
“Why not?”
Castiel took a seat on the side of the desk opposite Chuck. “I always thought
Crowley was your favorite.”
“Now, you know that’s not true. If Crowley were my favorite, I’d be having this
conversation with him.”
“Fair enough. What’s the plan? Hire the job out or….”
Castiel didn’t even get to finish his sentence before he heard a familiar voice
coming from behind him.
“Hello, Clarence.” Castiel turned around to see none other than Meg standing in
the doorway.
“You know I hate it when you call me that,” he replied without greeting the
woman.
“I know,” she responded, walking in and taking a seat next to Castiel. “It’s
been a long time, Clarence.”
“It has.”
“Good, now that you two are caught up, perhaps we can actually talk about
work?” Chuck said, a sarcastic tone in his voice.
 
After the meeting with Chuck, Castiel was standing outside the building,
cigarette in hand, waiting for his car to pick him up when Meg walked up beside
him.
“So,” he started, “boss got you back in the game.”
“I figure if I was going to come back, might as well do it right,” she
responded.
“Taking out Crowley is going to be a tough gig. Think you can handle it?”
The woman simply smiled as Castiel’s car pulled up. “Now Clarence, I think you
now exactly what I can handle.”
 
Dean was just about to fall asleep when he heard it. The unmistakable moans of
someone completely lost in pleasure. In this case, a female someone. Which he
thought was weird, because he had never heard Rowena have sex before. And
actually, the woman didn’t sound like Rowena at all. But that could only
mean….no. Dean’s curiosity, and feelings, got the best of him as he got up and
walked towards Castiel’s bedroom. To his dismay, the noises got louder.
They left the door open. Not even cracked, just wide open for anyone to see.
And Dean did see. He saw a brunette woman lying on her back, her legs spread
wide, wrapped around Castiel with only the balls of her feet meeting and
kneading into his ass, as if to coax him to go deeper. Castiel had one hand on
the mattress to steady himself and the other was pinning the woman’s arms above
her head. The woman was crying out at everything thrust Castiel gave. Dean
could see the woman’s swollen breasts rub against Castiel’s chest as he rocked
back and forth inside of her. They didn’t even notice Dean was there. Of course
they didn’t, how could they when both of their eyes were closed as they
assaulted each other’s mouths with their tongues.
Dean quietly ran back to his room. He tried everything to muffle the sound. He
put a blanket in front of the door to try to stop it from coming in, he put a
pillow over his head to try to protect his ears. But nothing worked. He heard
the squeaking of the bed getting louder as Castiel most likely got deeper and
quickened his pace.
That’s when Dean’s ears couldn’t help but to pick it up. As if they were
rooting against him and needed him to hear the next words that sex drenched
voice said. Words Dean had only ever dreamt about hearing. “I’ve missed you so
much, baby,” Cas said to the woman. He was only met with loud, pleasure-filled
whimpers. “God Meg,” he continued, “I love you so fucking much.” After that,
the woman screamed out Castiel’s name. Dean heard the bed creak another moment
before Castiel shouted, “Yes, yes!” And then there was silence.
Dean was horrified. Dean was sickened. Dean was hurt.
***** Chapter Eight *****
Chapter Notes
     Hopefully this chapter makes up for and explains some things. Please
     see the end of the chapter for more of my reasoning, as I don't want
     to discuss too much here and ruin the chapter before you even read
     it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel woke up to the great pleasure of having a mouth on his cock. He loved
mornings that started out like this. He allowed his lips to curve into a smile
and opened his eyes. His smile immediately fell when he didn’t find himself
looking into the sparkling green of Dean’s eyes. Who…?
Meg. Fuck. The previous night started coming back to his mind in blurry
flashes. Leaving Chuck’s office with Meg. Stopping at a bar and pounding
drinks, reminiscing about way back when. At some point they must have found
their way back here and….oh god. Oh no.
Castiel shoved Meg’s head away from his crotch. “Stop it,” he said.
She sat up on her knees and stared at him questioningly. “You’re the first man
in history to stop a hot chick mid blow job.”
“Get out of here, Meg.”
“Jesus. Love you too, Clarence.”
“Don’t call me that. That’s not my name. That’s never been my name. Ugh. How
could I let this happen again?”
Meg crawled closer to him and started nibbling on his ear. She whispered
softly, “sounds like you wanted it from all the naughty things you screamed
last night.”
Castiel pushed her away. “Get dressed and get out of my house. You aren’t
welcome here.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes. Last night was a drunken mistake and you know that. This…” he gestured
his hand between them, “never works out.”
Meg started to climb into his lap, not giving up on her efforts. “Just because
it hasn’t before doesn’t mean it can’t. Come on, Castiel. We’re two birds of a
feather, you and me.”
“Pick a different feather.” Castiel said, lifting her off of him and depositing
her on the floor. “I’m serious. Get dressed and get out.”
“So what?” She asked, gathering her clothes, “we’re just work buddies again?”
“You’re here temporarily to kill Crowley. I don’t give a shit what we are.”
“Fine,” She said putting on her last article of clothing and leaving.
Castiel laid his head back on his pillow, rubbing the bridge of his noise. He
couldn’t believe he had let himself fall back into that place again. Things had
been so good for so long. And Meg always messed him up. He just hoped she would
do her job and get gone again without causing any more trouble for him.
 
It took him 25 minutes to finally put on clothes and make his way down to the
kitchen. When he got there, Dean was already sitting at the table with a glass
of orange juice and scrambled eggs sitting in front of him, untouched.
“You look like hell,” Castiel said, noticing the circles under Dean’s eyes and
his vacant expression.
“Where’s your girlfriend, sir?” Dean retorted. His harsh inflection of the word
‘sir’ made Cas’ skin crawl.
“Girlfriend?” Castiel asked, raising an eyebrow. There’s no way Dean could have
known.
Dean looked up and Castiel swore he saw the most magnificent pain he had ever
seen in anyone. Shit. Dean did know. He knew what Castiel did last night and it
hurt him.
“Dean…”
“Don’t worry about it, sir. You don’t owe me an explanation anyways. After all,
I’m just some thing you purchased to use.”
He had never heard Dean be so harsh before. “Dean, it’s not. She isn’t my
girlfriend,” he started, taking a seat next to Dean. Dean scooted his chair the
opposite direction to put more distance between them. “She’s an old colleague.
And yes, there’s history there. But last night…last night was a drunken
mistake. That shouldn’t have happened. Believe me. I kicked her out as soon as
I sobered up.”
“Really?” Dean asked, his relief not even a little disguised.
“Really. But…Dean, you do realize…this isn’t a relationship. You belong to me
and…”
“And you don’t belong to me…” Dean said, heartbroken. It’s not like this was
some new revelation. That had always been the arrangement. Dean was here for
what Castiel wanted. Not the other way around. But still…hearing it so plainly
from Castiel.
Castiel. Castiel who was trying his hardest to capture Dean’s gaze with his
own. Trying so desperately to make any sort of contact that would mean things
were okay. But they weren’t.
“Dean…” Castiel finally broke the silence, “are you in love with me?”
Dean turned his head and finally met his master’s gaze. Finally locked eyes
with those beautiful blues that had been all he had dreamed about for the past
few months. All he had wanted to dream about. Was he in love with him? Of
course he was. Or at least as much as he could be without really knowing what
love was. But Castiel didn’t deserve to know that. He didn’t deserve Dean
saying it out loud.
“Yessir,” Dean said softly, his mouth betraying his thoughts.
Without hesitation or thought, Castiel grabbed the back of Dean’s head and
pulled him closer, melding their lips together. Dean parted his lips out of
reflex, allowing Castiel’s tongue entrance into his mouth. They sat at the
table like that for a few moments, enjoying each other’s taste at the awkward
angle that neither seemed to mind.
When Castiel broke the kiss, he knew exactly what he had to do. He shouldn’t.
Every rule he had ever made was designed to specifically avoid this situation.
But he couldn’t think of anything else to do. Every fiber of his being was on
fire with the need to make this up to Dean. More than that, he wanted to make
it up to Dean. It made no sense. Dean was just another pet. Except for the fact
that he wasn’t.
He put his hand out, hoping Dean would take hold it, and he did. Dean didn’t
know why. But he stood up, looking into Castiel’s eyes, their hands clasped
tightly together. Castiel pulled him in so their bodies were flush and kissed
him again, picking him up so Dean could wrap his legs around his waist. Castiel
stopped kissing him just long enough to find his way to his room. He placed
Dean down on his bed, the scent of new sheets lingering in the air as a
reminder that they were changed after certain activities last night. But Dean
didn’t care. All he cared about was Castiel climbing over top of him, kissing
his way up to his mouth.
Twenty minutes later, Castiel was shallowly thrusting into Dean, their bodies
drenched in perspiration and their eyes fixed on each other. Dean was letting
out soft moans, relishing in the pleasure of Castiel once again making love to
him. Castiel was breathing raggedly as he leaned down to kiss Dean’s neck.
Dean was angry. He was hurt and he hated that Castiel didn’t belong to him.
This man who could make him feel this way. The only person to ever make him
feel this way. He hated Castiel. He was in love with Castiel. He willingly gave
himself completely to Castiel everyday. Every night. Wanted nothing more than
for Castiel to do the same. And sometimes he fooled himself to thinking he did.
Or would. Or could. But after this morning, after last night, he knew. He knew
that Castiel would never feel the same. Castiel only tried to keep Dean happy
so that Dean would keep Castiel happy. Castiel’s feelings were only as deep as
his cock could go. Laying here now, Castiel over top of him panting, engaging
in the one act that Dean always wanted, that he only got once as a present,
Dean hated himself. He hated wanting this man. He hated feeling this man inside
of him. He hated how much he loved him.
Castiel could see the distance in Dean’s eyes. The gaze once filled with
adoration was now filled with disdain. Maybe Dean didn’t want to be doing this.
He hadn’t protested it. But nothing in their situation would have eluded that
he could have. Castiel was allowing this vulnerability to show that he never
allowed anyone to see. The longing. The yearning for something more than the
stone cold criminal he was. The voice deep inside him that knew it was a
facade. The way the facade cracked every time Meg showed up and he was reminded
of everything they shared. Reminded how shattered he was when she left. The
depression he had sunken into. The void that she left that he would never admit
he bought Dean to fill. Castiel had known the second he saw Dean at the auction
house that he would be the one to fix him. All the other pets, they couldn’t
come close to easing the pain. But Dean. One look at Dean and Castiel had
forgotten Meg’s name.
The closeness. The intimacy. What Dean craved. What Castiel made rules to
avoid. He just didn’t want to be that vulnerable again. That’s why the slaves.
Why the impersonal nature of their relationships. He didn’t want to be that
weak again. Didn't want to lose control again. But here he was, watching Dean
start to whimper below him as he fisted the boy’s cock. Castiel was close
himself. He heard his own voice chant Dean’s name, but was only met with moans.
Nothing personal. For the first time in his life, possibly in the history of
sex, the two came at the same time.
Dean waited for Castiel to pull out and roll off of him. To get dressed and
leave the room. To do anything except stay there, hovering above him, staring
into his eyes. Dean’s heart melted despite its best efforts.
“I was wrong,” was all Castiel said.
Dean looked up at him questioningly. “About?”
“You. Us.” Castiel darted his eyes to the side. Avoiding Dean’s gaze for the
time being. “I…I like you, Dean.”
Dean’s eyes went wide. “What?” he asked. He couldn’t believe it. Castiel liked
him? But he had just said….
“I told you that you aren’t like any other pet I’ve had, because you aren’t.
You think anyone else had as many privileges as you?”
“Privileges?”
Castiel crashed his mouth against the boy’s. Oh. Had Cas….had Cas not kissed
his other pets on the mouth?
“I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled away. “I’m sorry I hurt you. And I’m sorry I
made you call me sir. I just…”
“I get it.” Dean said, following Castiel’s lead and sitting up. “You’re big
macho boss man.”
Castiel chuckled. “I am big macho boss man. And that doesn’t include love.”
“Ever?”
“I can’t make any promises,” Castiel said as he sat back against the head
board. He wasn’t sure he wanted to offer it. Wasn’t sure he could handle it if
Dean accepted. Wasn’t sure he could handle it if he didn’t. “Things are fucked
up at work. Things are fucked up in my head. I’m a mess right now. Dean….”
Castiel paused and turned to look at Dean. His green eyes locked onto him,
hanging on every word. Living for what Castiel would say next. Castiel was
uncomfortable. Never was he this open. This honest. How did this…teenager have
this effect on him? He had killed people. Cold blood, no remorse. He had done
unspeakable things. He was second in command for the largest ring of illegal
goods currently in existence. He was violent. He was mean and sadistic and
unrelenting. And yet, this teenager, this innocent boy sitting on his bed made
him feel…different. Unexplainable. Good.
“Dean,” Castiel continued, “if you want to leave, I can arrange for you to
return to your family.”
Dean was shocked. Confused. A whole plethora of emotions he couldn’t describe
at the moment. Going home to his family. To his mother, his father, to Sammy.
It was the opportunity he had been waiting for but yet wished would never come.
He couldn’t think of what to say.
But apparently, his mouth already knew. “No. I don’t want to leave.”
“You don’t?” Castiel had to contain the sigh of relief that was begging to
escape him.
“No. I don’t. I want to stay here with you. I want to help you.”
Now Castiel was confused. “You want to help me?”
“Yes,” Dean contemplated whether he should say his next thought out loud.
Things had changed so drastically between them in such a short time. He still
had no idea where he stood with Castiel or what to expect out of anything. But
he said it anyways, because he thought Castiel needed to hear it. “You seem
more lost than I am.”
“What happened to you to make you so eager for this?”
“That’s a long story,” Dean said, still not wanting to get into his past. Into
his family life before this. But Castiel always got what he wanted.
“I’ve got time,” Castiel said, patting the mattress next to him so Dean could
move in closer.
And he did.
Chapter End Notes
     If you couldn't tell, I brought in Meg to give Castiel more depth.
     And I also wanted to use her as a sort of catalyst to Castiel and
     Dean figuring things out. But keep in mind, the story is far from
     over. There's still so much left to uncover with our strange little
     couple. What was Dean's family like? Did this really heal everything
     between Castiel and Dean? What will happen to Castiel and his
     criminal enterprise? Will Meg really be able to just let Castiel go?
     Stay tuned, my friends.
***** Chapter Nine *****
Chapter Notes
     Here you go. A little glimpse into Dean's past. And some other stuff.
     (And we will also be getting more of Dean's past throughout the
     upcoming chapters.)
     I'm going to try to make the Friday updates a regular thing now. So
     that there's some schedule. It seems to be working out.
     Enjoy.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
****15 MONTHS AGO****
Dean was standing at the sink, listening to music and doing dishes. Mary was at
some fundraiser dinner with one of her friends and John wasn’t home from work
yet. Sammy had stayed at the library after school to study for a big test, so
Dean was home alone. Just as Dean was finishing the dishes, John walked in.
“Turn that music down!” he yelled before even fully entering the house. Dean
scrambled to shut off his stereo and dry the dishes before John came into the
kitchen. He only succeeded in half of his mission.
“Why the hell aren’t these put away yet?!” John yelled. He walked over to the
dish drainer and started picking up and inspecting plates. If they started to
drip, he threw them at the wall, nearly knocking Dean in the head.
“You can’t even do one fucking thing right, can you Dean?”
“I didn’t have time to…”
“You didn’t have time to what? Do it properly. I wish you were more like your
brother.”
“Yeah, if I was more like fucking perfect Sammy, you would have no problems!”
Dean shouted back and started to storm away from John.
“Where do you think you're going?!”
“To the mall with Charlie and Joe. Don’t even try to stop me.” Dean said as he
walked out of the front door and slammed it shut.
 
***PRESENT DAY***
“That’s the last time I saw him,” Dean explained to Castiel. They were still
sitting in Castiel’s bed. They had to have been there for hours now. Dean
telling bits and pieces of his family life. He usually hated talking about it.
Even before, to his friends at school, he would always change the subject. But
somehow, this was different. Castiel wasn’t looking at him with pity or
judgment or anything. He was just listening. Every once in a while he would put
a hand on Dean’s knee, or soothingly rub his back. Dean felt comfortable
talking about this with Castiel. Safe even.
“The last time you saw him?” Castiel asked, cocking one eyebrow up.
“Yeah. Um. I..uh. I never got to go home. After the mall…”
“Oh.” Castiel said. Realizing what Dean meant. He had been kidnapped from the
mall. Taken to that god awful warehouse. “Wait? That means…” Castiel took a
moment, looking as though he was doing some sort of math in his head. “You
turned 16 in the warehouse?”
Dean shook his head. “Yeah. Well, we didn’t exactly celebrate birthdays though.
Although, that is the day that we started practicing proper blow job
techniques. So hey….”
“That’s not funny, Dean. A 16th birthday is a major milestone. And you had to
spend it at that place. Have you ever even learned to drive?”
“Nah. Mom was always too nervous to teach me. And dad wasn’t into anything that
required he spend time with me. It was always ‘sam this’ and ‘sam that’. He
never cared much about what I was doing.”
“I’m so sorry, Dean. That must have been awful.”
“I remember this one time, it must have been Sammy’s eighth birthday, maybe his
seventh. Mom and dad went all out. Hired a bunch of performers and even got
ponies so the kids could ride them. I was 11 or 12 at the time and they made me
stay inside. Making sure the house was staying tidy and the food was ready and
the drink fountain was full.”
“Did your brother know?”
“I think so. I mean, he must have realized I wasn’t there. I don’t blame Sammy.
Not really. He was just a kid that liked that he was the center of attention.
Can’t really get mad at him for that. Eventually though. Eventually he picked
up the patented John Winchester attitude and started purposefully shunning me.
I guess maybe that’s why I don’t want to go back. There isn’t a whole lotta
love in the family. At least not towards me.”
Now Castiel looked at him with pity. His blue eyes dulled with this new
information about Dean. Dean wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
“I don’t know what to say, Dean. What about your mother?”
“Mom didn’t really care either. She wasn’t like dad and Sam. But she didn’t
stop them either. Does that make sense?”
“Yes. It does. It’s awful that you don’t have a family that cares about you.”
Wow. Castiel was blunt. But Dean realized he could be blunter, because
apparently it was a battle now. “Well, if I did, I probably wouldn’t be here
with you, Cas.”
Rather than act offended or shocked by Dean’s words, Castiel smiled. Dean
really didn’t understand this man sometimes.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked.
“I like you calling me Cas.”
“That’s what you got out of that?”
“I heard the other part. And I agree. It is true. If your family life had been
better you probably wouldn’t have been so vulnerable. You probably would have
tried to escape once you got to the warehouse. Probably would have tried to run
away from here…”
“I don’t know anyone that would want to run away from a house as awesome as
this one.”
Castiel looked at him in question.
“Dude, you’ve seen this house. It’s big and stocked and amazing.”
Castiel smiled, appreciating Dean’s comments. “Even so, I would assume the
rules and my behavior would have prompted you to run away. Others have.”
“They told us what would happen. How bad it could get. What to expect…” Dean
paused for a moment. “You weren’t really anything like that. A lot of your
requirements were just about power dynamics. And I’ve seen enough porn to know
that even regular couples are into that sometimes.”
Castiel laughed at that. Of course Dean had watched porn, what teenage boy
hasn’t? “I went beyond that a few times.” Castiel said, going stoic again.
“Okay. Yeah,” Dean said. Before, he would have left it there. Heck, he probably
wouldn’t have even said that much. But this conversation, this day, this new
found element to their relationship, it called for the openness and honesty of
this conversation. “Sometimes you did get a lot rougher than I probably would
have consented to under normal circumstances but…”
“Probably?” Castiel interrupted.
“Okay. Not probably. I definitely would not have consented to some of the
stuff. Particularly the time you went in dry with no prep.”
“Sorry,” Castiel said, looking down at his hands, almost ashamed.
“Dude, I get it. We've already discussed this. You’re a big macho crime boss
that likes to be in control. Which to be honest, is pretty hot. It also means
you like to dominate people. I’m into it. For sure.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Just maybe not as rough.”
“That may be arranged.” Castiel was starting to rethink his entire approach
here. Thinking about compromising and doing things he liked along with things
Dean liked. Castiel had never compromised in his entire life. He was always in
control. Or, in the instance of Meg, had absolutely none. But he never, ever
shared it.
“What are you thinking about?” Dean asked after Castiel had been silent for
several moments.
“How Meg made me into a person that I wasn’t. For some reason I had a soft spot
for her. She could make me do things and feel things the way that no one else
could. And it messed me up. She messed me up. Even back then, I was Castiel
Novak, second in command. Feared and respected by everyone. But around her, I
was a blubbering mess. It was crazy and pathetic. I just. I never want to be
like that again. I know I am far from an angel, but I like me. I like my life.”
“You like…killing people?”
“I don’t do it as often as you think. And I only kill those who deserve to be
killed.”
“Based on your rules?”
“Well, I’m the boss.”
Dean smiled at that. It was true. Castiel was the boss. The cold ruthless crime
boss. Who was sitting here in his boxers spilling his guts to a 17 year old kid
that he just made love to. Dean didn’t really understand his attraction to
Castiel. Of course, he understood the physical attraction. The man was
gorgeous. But he didn’t understand why he took what Castiel gave him so
willingly. Sure, he had the lessons from the warehouse in his head. Obey his
master, please his master. But it was more than that. He had a genuine desire
from the start to make Castiel happy. He enjoyed it. But not just making
Castiel happy. He actually enjoyed what Castiel did. How Castiel acted. So
strong and in charge and not wavering from his directions. Castiel was the kind
of constant that Dean had never had back home. Sure, John gave him chores and
he was punished when he didn't do them, or didn't do them properly. But John
wasn't strong and unwavering. He was just mean to Dean; for reasons Dean still
didn't know. And now probably never would.
“So, Mr. Bossman, where do we go from here?”
Castiel hadn’t thought of that. This was far beyond anything he could have
expected. Beyond anything he could have fathomed. He had found this young boy
who looked at him with admiration. Even knowing what he did for a living. Even
after seeing him kill someone. This boy who took everything Castiel gave to him
and didn’t falter. When it came to Dean, Castiel could only think of one word:
Perfect.
But that didn’t change the fact that Dean was a 17 year old who had been
kidnapped. And that didn’t change the fact that Castiel had bought him at an
auction. Or that Castiel had done terrible things to him. Still wanted to do
terrible things to him. Even before the entire debacle with Meg, Castiel had
always gotten off on the rough, impersonal stuff. Dominating. Pushing his
partner to that brilliant crossroads of pleasure and pain. The mix of lust and
hatred it would spark. Dean was far too young and inexperienced to be able to
actually consent to such a relationship. Although, at this juncture it’s not
like Castiel should really be worried about consent. That ship sailed the
second he purchased Dean.
“Nothing’s changed,” Castiel heard himself blurt out.
Dean looked shocked. “You want to try that one again, sir?”
Castiel laughed at his own slip of the tongue. “I mean, things between us have
changed. We’ve changed. But I haven’t. I still like what I like and want what I
want. But you don’t have to call me sir.”
“I can live with that,” Dean said, leaning his face in to capture Castiel’s
lips in a heated kiss.
Castiel pulled back after a moment. “What are you doing?”
“Well,” Dean started, looking into Castiel’s eyes, “I figure we’ve already done
it my way today. Might as well compromise and do it your way too.”
Castiel smiled at Dean like a predator would at prey before it pounced.
It took all of seven minutes for Dean to be naked, on all fours, with Castiel
plowing into his hole. Dean was chanting Castiel’s name as the older man
roughly yanked on Dean’s cock at the same pace he was ramming into Dean’s sweet
spot.
This. This might just work.
 
Eventually, the two found their way out of bed and had a meal, which ended
abruptly as Castiel had to go to his office to take a call from Chuck.
“You remember our agreement,” Chuck was saying through the static of the line.
“Where are you?” Castiel asked, noticing the number was not Chuck’s office and
the reception wasn’t strong.
“That’s not important. What’s important is that we had an agreement should
circumstances like this arise. And they have arisen.”
“Is that a word?” Castiel sarcastically noted, ignoring the weight of what
Chuck was telling him.
“Castiel!” Chuck yelled, “I’m serious. As far as you or anyone else is
concerned I’m in Bolivia, unreachable.”
Castiel thought for a moment, “are you actually in Bolivia?”
“No,” Chuck responded dryly. Annoyance evident in his tone. “But I might as
well be. I’m out while this all goes down. You know the deal. I’m out, your in.
Congratulations on your promotion.”
“I don’t have to use your office do I?”
“Dammit Novak!”
“That one was a real question!” Castiel almost shouted back in defense.
“No. You don’t have to use my office. I don’t give a shit what you do as long
as you keep the Feds away from us and make sure the Crowley situation is dealt
with. You’re the big boss while I’m gone.”
Castiel was shaking his head even though Chuck obviously couldn’t see him over
the phone. As he processed the words, a realization entered his mind.
“I’ll have to oversee Meg?”
“Well, yeah. As the big boss, you oversee everyone. And Meg is kind of
pertinent to that whole Crowley situation I mentioned before.”
Castiel swallowed hard. But this was his job. He always knew that one day Chuck
would split and he would be king, for lack of a better term. He used to long
for that day. Hoped Chuck would leave or die. But respecting the man too much
to make it happen. But now, here it was, and he just didn’t want it. He liked
being number 2. High enough to have authority but still able to avoid certain
things. But number 1, number 1 can’t avoid anything.
“Cas?” He heard Chuck check to see if he was still on the line.
“Yeah. Got it, boss.”
“Good. And I’m not your boss right now. I’ll see you when this goes away.”
And then there was a click. And then silence. And all of a sudden, Castiel was
in charge of everything.
Chapter End Notes
     Like I said, we will get more of Dean's past (and Castiel's as well)
     throughout the next few chapters. I didn't want to just give every
     single thing away in one chapter. What fun would that be?
     Also, as you probably guessed, next chapter will mostly focus on
     Castiel's work. But of course, Castiel's work has a way of bleeding
     into their personal lives. So who knows what will happen? (Me. I
     know. You will find out next Friday.)
     Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think. :)
***** Chapter Ten *****
Chapter Notes
     I am so sorry for the delay. Real life just got so busy.
     Here is a shorter chapter that doesn't really progress anything but
     hey, we deserve this.
     The next chapter (which will probably posted in a few days) will be
     really action packed though.
     ****Also, let me know if you find any mistakes. I haven't proof read
     this yet. *****
See the end of the chapter for more notes
****FLASHBACK****
It had only been one week since Castiel purchased Dean. One week of Dean living
in this beautiful mansion, one week of Rowena tutoring him so he could still
get some sort of education, one week of this new life. He hated it. He wanted
to go back home and hug his mother, see his friends. Sure, his dad was an
asshole and Dean always said that he would never miss him. But now, knowing he
would most likely never see his family again, Dean missed all of them.
He looked up from his book and asked, “When is Mr. Novak getting home?”
Rowena smiled at him from across the table. “Getting a little smitten are we?”
“No. Just bored.”
“He should be home soon. I’d watch out though. He had an important work meeting
today so he’s probably going to be stressed.”
That’s not what Dean wanted to hear. It had only been a week since his master
took his virginity, and his body was still getting used to sex. Not that he was
given any chance to adjust. Once he got Castiel going, he couldn’t stop. He
fucked Dean every chance he got. To be fair, Dean didn’t exactly hate it. It
was nice to have an orgasm that his own hand didn’t cause. But it was also
painful.
“What are you smiling about?” Rowena asked him.
Was he smiling? While thinking about how rough his master was with him? He
really had been brainwashed at the warehouse.
Just as he was getting lost in thought, Castiel walked in.
He didn’t even say hello or pause when walking passed them. He just continued
towards his room, a single command leaving his lips. “Dean, follow me.”
Dean swallowed hard, knowing exactly why Castiel wanted him to follow him. But
he did as he was told.
 
When he got upstairs, Castiel was in the bathroom that was attached to his
bedroom. Dean walked in to find him getting undressed.
Castiel turned and looked at Dean. “What are you waiting for, boy?”
Dean nodded and started undressing himself. Castiel watched every move he made
until Dean was completely naked; only then did Castiel finish removing his own
clothes. He leaned in and started the shower, stepping in once he was satisfied
with the temperature. Dean stood still, unsure of what to do.
“I shouldn’t have to invite you,” Castiel’s voice called through the curtain.
Dean immediately rushed in, almost slipping. Castiel caught him and started
laughing.
“I’m sorry sir,” Dean squeaked out.
Castiel started laughing more. “Just be careful from now on.”
Dean shook his head in response. He wasn’t sure what to do. He had never
showered with Castiel before. He assumed they would be having sex, but he
didn’t know how Castiel wanted him. Aside from the first time on the floor in
his office, they had only ever had sex on a bed. And Dean knew that position,
naked, and up on all fours. But he couldn’t exactly do that in this tub. He
hoped Castiel wasn’t expecting him to do that. He suddenly realized that he had
been thinking so long and Castiel was staring at him intently.
“Sorry sir,” Dean muttered, catching Castiel’s gaze.
“Don’t be sorry. Tell me what your thinking.”
“Sir?”
“Go ahead. Tell me what you were thinking.”
“I’m not sure how you want me. I mean, I know how to be on a bed. Or the floor.
But I don’t know how to have sex in the shower,” Dean explained, looking down
so he didn’t have to see Castiel’s reaction.
Castiel smiled. “You want to know how, boy?” He asked while turning Dean around
and shoving him against the hard tile of the wall. Dean’s felt himself become
aroused with Castiel’s force. God he was screwed up.
He felt Castiel’s hard member rub between his cheeks, his own member almost
hurting with the contact with the solid wall. Castiel put one of his hands on
Dean’s head, holding it so his right ear was up against the wall, but at least
his mouth and nose were free to breathe. His other hand found its way to Dean’s
ass, starting to knead at the muscle.
“You want to know what its like to have sex in the shower?” Castiel repeated
his earlier question.
“Yes sir,” Dean nearly panted as two of Castiel’s fingers, wet and slick with
soap, breached his rim. He wasn’t sure if it was good or bad to use soap this
way, but he almost didn’t care. Castiel was tugging on his hair and softly
biting his neck, making Dean a complete mess.
Before he knew it, Castiel had replaced his fingers with his cock and was
pounding into Dean, pushing him hard into the wall. Dean couldn’t help the
pants and moans he let out as Castiel occasionally hit his sweet spot. It was
taking all the strength he could muster to not reach down and stroke his own
cock, as it could not find friction against a slippery wall.
He could hear Castiel grunting in his ear. It was the most animalistic sound
Dean had ever heard outside of the Discovery Channel. Dean wasn’t sure if he
meant to or not, but Castiel’s cock rubbed his prostate for a few seconds while
Castiel let out a rather deep grunt, and Dean no longer needed to tend to his
dick. He was coming, letting out an incoherent cry. Castiel followed soon
after, making sure to be extremely deep when he shot his load.
When Castiel pulled out, Dean nearly sank to the ground save for Castiel
catching him. He pulled him up and made sure he could stand before starting to
exit the shower.
“Clean yourself up, boy,” he said, “you look like a wreck.” And with that,
Castiel was out of sight, leaving Dean alone and sore in the shower.
 
****PRESENT DAY****
Castiel was kissing up Dean’s neck, licking his ear. Everything was so
different but somehow so similar to when they had done this before. The steady
stream of water from the shower head beat down on them as Castiel slowly
thrusted into Dean. He reached his hand down in front of the boy and started to
jack him in time with his thrusts.
Dean was moaning Castiel’s name as Cas grunted into Dean’s ear. Dean relished
the grunting that was only so prominent in shower sex.
“Please,” Dean whined, “please do that again.”
“What?” Castiel asked sounding out of breath. He pulled almost all the way out
and then pushed back in again, accompanied with another grunt.
“That,” Dean cooed, “like….the noises…uhhhh.” Dean was so close as Castiel’s
finger started rubbing the head of his cock. “yes…yes..” he chanted as he
finally exploded into Castiel’s hand and onto the shower wall.
Castiel continued thrusting for a few moments before shouting “Dean” and
filling the boy with come.
As their breathing calmed down, Dean exclaimed, “that was fun.”
“Yeah. A fun little distraction. Now we need to actually start getting ready.”
“Are you sure?” Dean asked, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
Castiel smiled his predator smile and said, “you’re getting cocky. Might have
to punish you,” as he lowered his hand and lightly smacked Dean’s bare ass.
Dean moaned as he was spanked again. He lowered his head onto Castiel’s
shoulder and started kissing the crook where it met his neck.
“No, boy. We need to get ready.” Castiel asserted, pushing Dean away. “You’re
going to love it.”
“Yeah, golfing with Crowley. It’s going to be so fun.” Dean answered
sarcastically.
“Hey now. You get to be my caddy. That will be fun.”
“For who?”
“Me. Also, you’ll have to call me sir while we are there. Act like this little
thing of ours hasn’t developed. Understand?”
“Yes sir.” And with that, Castiel turned around and started washing his hair.
Dean couldn’t help but to be a bit hurt at how Castiel had described their
relationship. ‘little thing of ours’. What did that even mean? And he had been
through so much and made so much progress, only to have to revert back because
they were going golfing with someone Dean didn’t like. He had no doubt in his
mind: this would not be fun.
Chapter End Notes
     Who doesn't love a nice little smutty smut chapter. Anyways, the next
     chapter will be the golf outing and you guys, a bunch of shit is
     going to go down. I'm hoping to have it finished over the next couple
     of days, but I've got quite a few real life things going on at the
     moment, so please bear with me.
     Again, thank you, thank you so much for reading. It means a lot. :)
***** Chapter Eleven *****
Chapter Notes
     WARNING: Things get violent. I don't want to give too many specifics
     and give away the chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Crowley didn’t even have the decency to hide it as he loudly berated Kevin for
handing him the wrong club. It looked like he was about to hit him, so Dean
started forward to step in, but Castiel grabbed his arm to hold him back.
“Not your place,” Castiel whispered.
They were only on the second out of eighteen holes. And for being a private
country club, there were a lot of people around. But as Dean looked at each
one, he realized he knew them. Well… recognized them. Everyone at the club,
even the receptionist and waitresses, were at the fancy warehouse party they
had gone to the week before. ‘There really is an inner circle,’ Dean thought.
After a moment, Crowley walked back towards them, carrying a different club.
Kevin was trailing behind him, hesitantly.
“It’s so hard to find a decent pet,” Crowley said shaking his head, trying to
find where his ball was on the ground. “You got lucky,” he continued, looking
at Dean, who felt almost anxious under the man’s gaze.
“Dean knows his place,” Castiel responded quickly, putting his arm on Dean’s
shoulder in a small possessive gesture signifying that he would not be sharing
him with Crowley.
Crowley took a few practice swings to try to find the correct angle to hit.
“Wish he would teach that one some manners,” he said, gesturing towards Kevin.
Dean nearly lost his shit. Manners? Crowley was talking about manners? But
Castiel kept his grip firm on Dean’s shoulder, indicating Dean was to keep
quiet. As much as he got off on Castiel’s dominance in the bedroom, he found it
annoying now.
Especially when Castiel said, “perhaps he should.”
Dean shot Castiel a questioning look and Castiel merely dropped his hand from
Dean’s shoulder, grabbed a putter from the bag and framed up to his swing. Dean
couldn’t believe that Castiel was agreeing with Crowley. That he was fine with
the way that Crowley was treating Kevin. Even at his worst, Castiel had never
been that bad to Dean. But Dean didn’t know Castiel. Not really. He knew what
he told him. And he knew that Castiel had no problem killing people or breaking
the law. He knew Castiel could be vicious. But for some reason Dean had
thought, maybe, the whole situation with Meg and their new agreement would have
softened Castiel. And it had, when they were alone at the house. But they
weren’t alone at the house now. They were at a golf course with one of
Castiel’s employees and Castiel clearly was not letting any sort of guard down.
“Boy!” Castiel commanded. Dean had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t heard
Castiel’s request.
“Sir?” He questioned.
Castiel handed him the putter and ordered, “put this away and hand me the
driver. Get your head out of your ass, kid.”
Crowley smirked and Dean did as he was told.
“Maybe your pet could use some more training as well. You would think that
after nearly 9 months they would be smarter than this,” Crowley told Castiel,
loud enough for both Kevin and Dean to hear.
“You would think,” Castiel responded as he chuckled with Crowley.
Kevin seemed unfazed, as if he were used to being demeaned like this. Dean, on
the other hand, was not used to this at all. It took everything in him not to
say something back. Not to open his mouth and tell Crowley how Castiel had made
love to him and how the normal rules didn’t really apply anymore. But he
didn’t. Because for the first time since Dean had met him, he was scared of
what Castiel would do. Dean had seen Castiel shoot someone, felt the blood
spatter on his face, and wasn’t scared. Castiel had choked him during sex, went
in with no prep or lube, but never had Dean been scared that Castiel would hurt
him beyond repair. Until right now. Seeing this side of Castiel, this
interaction with his coworker, Dean was terrified of what Castiel could
actually be capable of.
The rest of the afternoon was spent with Crowley and Castiel arguing over this
rule or that rule, and talking about how they would ‘whip their pets into
better shape’. The game ended with Castiel scoring a 77 and Crowley trailing
behind with an 85. And Crowley swearing that one day he would beat Castiel, who
simply smiled wickedly in return.
 
Crowley had taken Kevin into the private showers in the far back of the
dressing room and Dean didn’t even want to think about what the man would do to
him. Castiel and himself were in a sauna room, with the door locked from the
inside so they could get out but would not be disturbed.
“Do you own this place?” Dean asked, unsure of why that was the first thing
that popped into his mind.
Castiel giggled and scooted closer to Dean, “Kind of,” he said. They were both
already sweating from the heat of the sauna, their bodies naked save for the
blue towels tied around their waists.
“What does that mean?” Dean asked, trying to get a conversation going because
for the first time in his young life, he was not a horny teenager. In fact, he
was not in the mood for any form of sex right now.
“Technically Chuck owns it,” Castiel said, his hand sliding up Dean’s leg,
bunching up the towel. “But since I’m filling in for him, I own it for now.”
Dean’s breath hitched when Castiel started rubbing his cock through the towel.
He closed his eyes and put his head back against the wall as Castiel’s palm
pushed down onto his dick in rhythmic circles.
“Stop,” Dean breathed, grabbing Castiel’s wrist to stop the older man from
touching him anymore.
Castiel looked at him in disbelief. “Excuse me?” He asked, voice deep and
commanding, nearly angry.
Dean looked at him and tried to hold his gaze, as best as a 17 year old boy
could, “I’m not in the mood.”
“You just don’t get it, do you? It doesn’t matter if you’re in the mood or
not.” Castiel inched away a bit. “Take the towel off your waist and get on your
knees.”
Dean hesitated a moment. He wanted to stand his ground. Wanted to start arguing
with Castiel about the way he acted today and how awful he was towards Kevin
and him. But the other part of his mind knew that if he didn’t comply, Castiel
could do things that Dean didn’t even want to imagine. He truly was at
Castiel’s mercy.
He reached his hand down and slowly removed the towel, exposing his half hard
cock. Castiel licked his lips and gazed at Dean almost impatiently, waiting for
the boy to follow the second half of his command. As soon as Dean got on his
knees, Castiel removed the towel around his own waist, throwing it to land on
the floor on top of the one Dean had just taken off. He grabbed Dean’s hair and
pulled the boy closer to his hard, throbbing cock, Dean wincing from the force
of the pull. Castiel kept his grip tight in Dean’s hair, holding his head still
as he pressed his throbbing member into the boy's mouth. Dean just sat there,
taking it but not actively participating.
Castiel yanked his hair hard and ordered, “suck,” in one of the most dangerous
voices Dean had ever heard. He started to move his lips and apply suction to
his master’s cock so he wouldn’t be punished. He had never been so scared of
the threat of punishment before. Castiel started to almost violently thrust
into his mouth, hitting the back of Dean’s throat and making him gag. 

“Stop gagging,” Castiel said, “take it like a man.” He yanked Dean’s head
forward, shoving even more of his dick in the boy’s mouth. Dean’s eyes were
watering and he could barely breathe. Castiel didn’t notice or care and just
kept fucking the boy’s mouth rougher than he ever had, until a few minutes
later when Dean finally felt the member twitch and come run down his throat.
Dean flew across the floor with the force that Castiel yanked him off. Dean
looked up at his master, tears swelling in his eyes. Castiel got off of the
bench and sat next to Dean on the floor.
“You want to know what’s worse than that?” Castiel asked.
Dean merely looked at him, unable to speak. Unable to comprehend the amount of
force and anger that Castiel had just used. Even on his worst day, Castiel had
never used Dean like that.
“What’s worse,” Castiel continued, as his hand slide up Dean’s thigh and found
the boy’s soft cock, “is that even after all that…” he started rubbing it,
bringing it fully erect after only a few moments. “After how offended you are
and how much you may hate me right now..” he said as his hand glided up and
down Dean’s shaft, thumbing over the head at each upstroke. Dean was panting
and had his eyes closed, his mouth slack in pleasure. After a few more moments,
he was shooting come into Castiel’s hand.
Castiel leaned into his ear and whispered, “you’ll still always come for me.”
He nibbled on Dean’s ear lobe before adding, “because I own you.”
Dean kept his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see Castiel. Didn’t want to admit to
himself that Castiel was right. It didn’t matter how awful Castiel got or how
scared Dean was. Dean would always obey. Always give himself over. He was
hooked.
 
As they were walking back to the locker room to collect their things, Castiel
stopped in front of the showers and told Dean to stay where he was. Castiel
walked further into the showers and Dean couldn’t help but to peak around the
corner to see what Castiel was looking for.
There was one stall with blood spattered everywhere, and he could faintly make
out the silhouettes of two bodies laying on the floor. Crowley and Kevin.
Castiel turned back and saw that Dean had defied his instructions. All he said
was, “at least Meg can do her job.” Before walking past Dean and heading to the
lockers. Dean stood there, stoic. Staring at the blood that was everywhere.
Crowley was a bad guy. Dean could justify that. But Kevin? The poor kid must
have just been collateral damage. Unless Castiel really wanted him dead too.
And if he wanted Kevin dead, how long would Dean last?
Dean jumped as a hand touched his shoulder. He turned to see Castiel handing
him his clothes.
“Here,” he said, “stop looking at that. Let’s go.”
“You…you..” Dean began to stutter. He wasn’t sure what he was going to say. But
it certainly wasn’t what ended up coming out of his mouth. “You have people to
clean that?” he asked.
Castiel smiled and said, “yes. I do.”
Dean quickly put his clothes on and the two walked to the front door, Castiel
guiding Dean out with his hand on the small of the boy’s back.
Chapter End Notes
     Oh boy. What will our dear Dean do? And what will happen with
     Castiel's 'business' now that Crowley is dead? Did Castiel intend for
     Meg to kill Kevin as well? What is in store for our not-so-coupley
     couple?
     Next chapter should be up in a week or so.
     I would love to hear your thoughts.
***** Chapter Twelve *****
Chapter Notes
     This chapter is a bit shorter, because I felt like it needed to be.
     It focuses on one thing, and adding more would have taken away from
     the importance of that one thing. I hope you like it.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It had been three days since the golf outing and things had gone on to a
somewhat normal routine. Castiel would fuck Dean, neither looking at the other,
and leave as soon as they both came. It was like time had regressed and they
were back to where they had started.
Currently, Castiel was moaning out his orgasm as Dean’s ass milked his cock for
all it was worth. As soon as he was spent, he reached his hand under Dean and
started stroking the boy. Dean whimpered in response, shooting come onto the
mattress and Castiel’s hand as he absentmindedly panted Castiel’s name.
Castiel rolled off of him and grabbed a cigarette from the night stand. “You
ever shoot a gun before?” He asked, handing Dean an already lit cigarette.
“No,” Dean responded as he pulled on his boxers. He then accepted the cigarette
and started puffing on it.
“After we are done with these, we’re going to the range.”
“What, gonna meet your girlfriend there?” Dean asked, sarcasm evident in his
voice.
“Meg? She fled the state as soon as Crowley was taken care of. Hell, knowing
her, she probably fled the country too,” Castiel said, putting out his
cigarette in the ashtray on the nightstand.
“You do realize that Crowley wasn't the only one taken care of? She killed
Kevin too.”
“Collateral damage,” Castiel said stepping out of the bed to find his clothes.
“What? That's it?,” Dean started to get angry, he sat up and swung his legs
over the edge of the mattress so he could glare at Castiel as he continued,
“Kevin was only Crowley’s sex slave so it doesn't matter right? So I would just
be collateral damage as well.”
Castiel stopped putting on his pants and looked up so his eyes could meet
Dean’s. “God, Dean. Is that why you've been acting like this? You think you're
worthless?”
“Why I've been acting like this?! Do you remember what happened at the club?
You were awful.”
“And you think that had something to do with you?” Castiel was getting confused
now. How could Dean honestly think that Castiel meant any of the things he said
to Crowley. Dean should know him better than that by now. Dean did know him
better than that. Probably better than anyone.
"Well kind of yeah. The things you said to Crowley sure seemed to be about me.”
“He was my employee. I can't look soft in front of my employee.”
“You knew he was going to be killed anyways. Why did it matter?”
Castiel had finished putting his pants on at this point and sat on the bed next
to Dean, looking into the boy’s eyes. “If one of the staff finds out about us,
if Crowley would have texted anyone, you think that will go over well? You
think that all my guys aren't itching for a reason to take me out and move up
the ladder?”
“They would never do that. They're scared of you.” Dean knew all too well how
scary Castiel could be. He shouldn’t be worried about this at all. He was the
boss.
"For now. But if they saw weakness? A reason to not be scared of me. How long
do you think I'd last? How long do you think you'll last if they know that I
have a liking for you?" He started to rub up Dean’s leg.
Dean had never thought of it that way. "Still doesn't explain why you were so
mean in the sauna. We were locked in alone, no employees to worry about.”
“I’m still me, Dean. And you made me angry and I punished you. That's it.”
Dean thought for a moment. “I didn’t think punishments would still be in play
with our new found…whatever.”
Castiel smiled as the boy looked down at their feet. “I thought you liked how
things were, getting rough and dirty but now with the addition of sometimes
doing things your way.”
“I did. I do. I don’t know. You need to stop fucking with my head.” Dean looked
back into Castiel’s eyes again. “You’re always fucking with my head and I don’t
know what to think or believe or how to act. What’s my place here now?”
Castiel furrowed his brow as if in deep contemplation over Dean’s question.
Maybe Castiel didn’t know what he wanted. But it wasn’t fair for him to set
rules that Dean didn’t even know about. Wasn't okay for him to hold all the
cards and Dean to just submit. Except…it was. Dean finally realized it. He had
known all along and sometimes he was even reminded of it, but he had never
fully realized it until now.
“I’m just a purchase to you,” he said before Castiel had time to form a
response to his question.
“You’re my favorite purchase.” Castiel responded quickly. He could feel the boy
slipping away, maybe Castiel had pushed him too far. He knew he was too young
to fully understand any of this. But he didn’t want to give him up. As much as
he hated to say it, Castiel needed Dean.
“So what does that mean? And don’t just tell me generalities. Spell it out for
me. Give me a new list of rules of conduct, I don’t care. Just, don’t make me
guess. I need to know. For sure.”
“It means I’m still me. I’m always going to be that awful guy who purchased you
from a warehouse to be at my beck and call and fulfill my needs. But…maybe I’ll
start taking your needs into account as well.”
“But not at the expense of your own? I still don’t get any say?”
Castiel ran his fingers through his hair while he thought of what to respond.
“You can have input but…”
“Your word is final. You’re in charge, big boss man.”
“Are you flirting with me right now?” Castiel asked, cocking an eyebrow and
looking at Dean, who was licking his lips.
“Maybe you fucked with my head just enough…” Dean started but Castiel
interrupted him.
“I can’t do this. I can’t be in this limbo place of in-between relationship
and…and…”
“Slave?” Dean added for him.
“I can’t give you what you want, Dean,” Castiel continued. “I’m not the guy to
build a relationship with. I’m the guy who’s going to use you for the reasons I
bought you for. And maybe, yes, I like you more than I’ve liked other pets and
that can afford you special privileges. But you said you wanted a concrete
answer and here it is. We will never be equals, Dean. This isn’t a partnership
based on trust and compassion and…whatever. This is me, doing what I see fit
and maybe rewarding you when you comply. I’ve thought about the alternative. I
have. And it’s not who I am. It’s just not. So, I’ll give you one last out.
Because I do like you. And you have been everything I’ve wanted you to be. You
can leave now. No strings attached. Or you can stay. But if you stay, you’ll
belong to me.”
Dean was stunned. When he asked Castiel to lay everything out, he wasn’t
prepared for what would happen. Castiel was staring at him, waiting for his
response, probably nervous as hell for what Dean would say. He thought about
everything. How much he missed his family. How he felt about Castiel, how
Castiel made him feel. What life might be like if he really stayed here with
him. What his life would be like if he were to return home now. He thought
about going back home and seeing Sammy again and even finishing high school
properly like a normal kid. He pictured himself sitting in a classroom with all
his old friends. But even the Dean sitting in that classroom was thinking about
Castiel. Wondering what he was doing or if he had found a new pet. Someone to
replace Dean. The thought nearly made Dean sick.
He knew what he had to do. And he only had one question. “Can it be
monogamous?”
“What?” Out of all the things that Castiel thought Dean would respond, that
question had not even crossed his mind.
“If I stay, it’ll be how it was, with some…uhm…nicer variations?” Dean asked,
and Castiel shook his head in agreement. Dean continued, “can one of those
variations be that this is monogamous? Of course it always has been on my part.
As you said, I belong to you. But, can you…can you do the same?”
Castiel thought for a moment and then said, “yes.” The thought of not having
anyone else was no contest in comparison to not having Dean.
“Okay,” Dean said standing up, searching for his clothes. “You said we were
going to the gun range?”
Chapter End Notes
     Well, what do you guys think?
     Also, I know I was like an updating machine these past few days, but
     it really will be about a week or so for the next chapter. I've got
     some stuff to take care of in real life.
     Thanks for reading. See you all next chapter. :)
***** Chapter Thirteen *****
Chapter Notes
     I couldn't help myself with this one.
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Dean loved going places in Castiel’s limo. He had only done it a few times, but
he felt so important showing up some place in a long black car with a special
driver. He was sitting on the bench across from Castiel, staring at him. He
couldn’t help but to think how gorgeous Castiel was; his slacks hugging him in
all the right places, the top few buttons on his plain white dress shirt
undone, no over coat to hide the shape of his body. He had his sleeves rolled
up to his forearms, looking a lot more casual than his normal demeanor. But
somehow, still not quite casual enough for a gun range. But then again, Dean
figured that Castiel wasn’t really the type of guy to ever go completely
casual. Dean has seen him in exercise sweats before, but he took them off and
changed back into dress clothes as soon as his was done with the actual
exercising.
“Do you always dress like that to go to the shooting range?” Dean asked,
breaking a silence that had been present through their entire twenty minute
drive. It hadn’t been awkward or tense. It was comfortable.
“Yes,” Castiel replied. “I know I could go more casual, but I don’t prefer it.
Something like what you’re wearing isn’t really my thing.” He said gesturing to
Dean’s jeans and green, plaid button up. He then smiled and added, “I like it
on you though.”
Dean blushed at the compliment as his own lips curled into a shy smile.
 
When they arrived at the range, Castiel took Dean by the hand and led him
through the building. The act made Dean’s heart flutter.
The man behind the desk at the entrance nodded and said, “hello Mr. Novak,” as
they passed. Everyone seemed to acknowledge Castiel, either formally or
informally.
“So, does Chuck own this place as well? Well, I mean, I guess now you would own
it by proxy while Chuck’s gone like the golf course…”
Castiel chuckled in response. “No. Chuck doesn’t own this. Never has. This has
always been mine,” he said as they passed the first shooting area. Dean shook
his head in response. He noticed a lot of people in police uniform in the
shooting area, clearly practicing.
“Cops come here?” He asked.
“Yes,” Castiel shook his head, still holding onto Dean’s hand as he led the boy
to a different area of the range.
“Is that smart?”
Castiel stopped then and turned to look at Dean, dropping the boy’s hand. He
smiled his sly smile and said, “why do you think think they come here?”
It was then that Dean understood. “They’re on your payroll.”
Castiel nodded and then started walking again, this time not grabbing Dean’s
hand, simply expecting the boy to follow.
 
 
Castiel made Dean wear goggles and ear muffs to protect him from the inherent
dangers of shooting a firearm. Dean didn’t point out that Castiel wasn’t taking
those precautions, instead he focused on how nice it was that Castiel was
concerned for him. He figured that Castiel had enough experience with guns to
not need the protection anyways.
Dean was standing straight with a bit of a wide stance to give himself more
leverage. Both of his arms were straight out as he had both of his hands around
the grip of the gun, his right pointer finger about to press the trigger. He
eyed the poster of a body with various circles around it that he was supposed
to be aiming at and it barely took any pressure for his finger to be pulling
the trigger and the bullet to be leaving the gun. Even with his ear muffs there
was an extremely loud pop echoed throughout the hollow of the room. He winced
as the gun recoiled in his hand. It was obvious that Castiel was holding back a
laugh at that.
“Don’t judge me,” Dean said, “I’ve never done this before.”
“I can tell,” Castiel responded as he moved behind Dean. He pulled his arms
around Dean, covering the boy’s arms with his own and wrapping his hands around
Dean’s. He put his pointer finger over Dean’s and forced him to pull the
trigger again. Dean shuttered back into Castiel.
“Cas…” he muttered as Castiel turned his head into Dean’s neck. Shooting a gun
should be so violent. So mechanical. But with Castiel’s body pressed against
his, Castiel guiding both their movements, Dean was entranced. He usually was
when it came to Castiel, and they both knew that. But this intimate tutoring
session mixed the pleasure of their bodies meeting with the violence of the
weapon in their hands and it was entirely intoxicating.
Castiel started nipping at Dean’s neck. “You have enough shooting practice for
now?” Castiel asked, the implication of his words clear in his blissed out
tone. Dean was breathing heavy and fast, growing more aroused at the softness
of Castiel’s voice against his neck. He could feel the older man start to grow
hard against his ass.
“Yeah,” Dean whispered, turning his head so their mouths could meet.
 
The good thing about Castiel owning this range was that he had an office in the
building. Not that they used it. It was too far away and they couldn’t control
themselves enough to make the walk there. They found themselves in a janitor’s
closet.
Castiel had Dean propped against the wall, both still clothed, but Dean’s legs
were wrapped around Castiel’s waist and they were humping ferociously while
attacking each other’s mouths. Dean was the first to pull away. Just enough to
whimper and beg.
“Please Cas…please…uhh..” he moaned as Castiel thrust up, directly causing
their erections to slot together through the fabric of their pants. The
friction was delicious.
“What do you want, Dean?” Castiel asked, continuing his pace. Sounds of
pleasure were escaping his mouth as well.
“Can I….I need to…” Dean was panting heavy now and Castiel understood. He
stopped humping and reached his hand down to grab Dean’s cock and starting
firmly rubbing his hand up and down it through his jeans.
Dean’s head fell forward against Castiel’s shoulder as his panting increased
and he finally bit down on Castiel’s shirt covered shoulder when his orgasm
hit. Castiel continued to milk him through it. When his hand finally stilled,
Dean lifted his head and looked into Castiel’s eyes, then kissed him lightly.
“Your turn,” Dean said, completely ready to drop to his knees to suck Castiel
off.
“Mhm. Yeah,” Castiel responded, letting Dean’s legs drop from around his waist.
But instead of giving Dean room to kneel down, or even pushing him down,
Castiel grabbed his hand and guided it to his cock.
Dean knew what to do, but was confused. Castiel had never only wanted a hand
job before. But he didn’t dare question it in that moment. He tried his best to
work his hand quickly, and Castiel was grunting out his extreme pleasure as
Dean felt the man’s cock pulsate with his orgasm.
As soon as he was spent, he attacked Dean’s lips, tracing his tongue all over
the roof of the boy’s open mouth. It may have been the sloppiest kiss they ever
shared. It was definitely Dean’s favorite.
 
In the limo on the way back home, Dean was lost in thought. Castiel had
purposefully gotten him off first. While it had happened before, it was
extremely rare. Sure, being older, Castiel tended to have more stamina than
Dean did, but Castiel actually reached down and took care of Dean first. And
sure, Dean still got Castiel off, but Cas didn’t use his ass or his mouth, Dean
jacked him with his hand. It was so different. Just another progression for
Dean to be confused about.
“It is what it is,” Castiel said, interrupting Dean’s train of thought.
“What?” Dean asked.
“I can tell you’re over thinking it. Don’t. It was hot. We both enjoyed it,
just leave it at that.”
“Okay.” Dean said. But he knew it wasn’t okay. He knew he couldn’t just leave
it at that. It meant more. It meant something. He didn’t know what. But it
meant something.
Apparently Castiel could tell that he was still thinking about it and so he
smiled and leaned over to kiss Dean. Dean reciprocated the kiss without
hesitation. At this point, it was second nature for his body to respond to
Castiel. He just wasn’t sure where his mind was at. And in that moment, his
mind won as he pulled away from Castiel.
Castiel was surprised at Dean’s action. “Dean?”
“It’s not okay,” Dean heard himself saying. He had no idea why he was pushing
the subject. He shouldn’t be pushing this. He should be listening to Castiel
and letting it go. Or at least keeping it to himself. But something inside him
just couldn’t do that. “It’s not okay,” he repeated, “what happened, it
means….something.” He looked at the floor, nearly petrified of what Cas would
say.
His eyes shot up in amazement as he tried to process Castiel’s response. Two
simple words that he just was not expecting.
“I know.”
Chapter End Notes
     Neither of guys know what they want. But hey, people do say actions
     speak louder than words.
      
     Next chapter, we will get words about what those actions meant.
     Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think. :)
***** Chapter Fourteen *****
Chapter Notes
     I was originally planning on making one long chapter, but since it's
     been a while, I figured I would divide it so something gets posted
     now.
     I haven't edited this yet, so let me know if you find mistakes.
     The next chapter will pick up where this left off and should be up
     within a week. Happy reading!
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****THREE MONTHS AGO****
It had been Dean’s fault. He had forgotten to take new clothes with him to the
bathroom to wear after his shower, and he wasn’t about to put his old ones back
on. So, he wrapped a towel around his waist and started through the hall
towards his bedroom. It just so happened that Castiel was walking down the
hallway at that time as well. Castiel sent one glance Dean’s way and Dean knew
he was in trouble.
It took almost nothing for the towel around Dean’s waist to be dropped to the
floor and Castiel to shove Dean against the wall. Dean instinctively stuck his
ass out, so Castiel could have better access to it. No words had been spoken.
Dean had just known what Castiel wanted and that he was more than willing to
give it to him. Castiel had one hand holding Dean’s wrists against the wall
above his head, the other dipping long, nimble fingers into him. Dean’s chest
and stomach were nearly flush with the wall, only being separated at all to
keep his hard cock from injury of being pushed against it. Barely three minutes
passed before Castiel removed his fingers and unzipped his pants to pull out
his cock and line it up with Dean’s hole.
Castiel’s breath was warm against the back of Dean’s neck as the man started
pumping into him. It was times like this that Dean both hated and loved more
than anything. He would be lying if he said he didn’t get off on Castiel just
taking what he wanted without even given so much as an instruction. It was
incredibly intoxicating to be dominated in that way. But it was times like
these that also reminded Dean how little say he had in anything that Castiel
did to him. And he wasn’t sure how he felt about that.
Dean knew Castiel wasn’t going to last much longer. His thrusts were deep and
erratic and a few moments later his ass was filling up with his master’s come.
As soon as Castiel was spent, he removed his hand that had been resting on
Dean’s ass cheek and grabbed the boy’s achingly hard cock. It only took a few
tugs for Dean to be painting the wall.
After they both caught their breath, Castiel let go of Dean’s wrists and he was
able to turn around and face the older man.
“What…?” he asked, wondering what he had done to deserve the reward of
Castiel’s hand on his dick.
“You looked really good today,” Castiel responded, smiling. He then planted a
kiss on Dean’s lips before zipping his pants back up and walking to his office
without another word.
Dean stood in the hallway, naked, leaning against the wall for support,
wondering what the hell had just happened. But decided against pursuing the
question with Castiel.
 
****PRESENT DAY*****
 
“I know,” Castiel said. Dean couldn’t believe it. Castiel was agreeing that it
meant something. The question was what.
“I feel like we’ve had this conversation a million times,” Dean said without
realizing he was thinking out loud.
Castiel didn’t get upset though. He simply responded, “we have. It seems we
must not have quite finished it yet.” Castiel was silent after that.
Contemplating what he was going to say, what he should say. He was never one
for emotional conversations like this, and was hoping Dean would take the lead
in this one instance. He almost needed the boy to speak. And Dean could see it
in his eyes. He could tell that Castiel was out of his element at this
particular moment.
“You told me we’d never be equals. I believed that. Still do. What I don’t
believe, sir,” the way Dean spat the word out made Castiel’s spine tingle, “is
that this thing is as one sided as we originally thought.”
“Meaning?” Castiel asked, his cold, controlled demeanor making another
appearance.
“You said you’d use me for the reasons you bought me. And maybe sometimes I’ll
get a reward if I’m good. But Cas, it doesn’t seem like that’s what’s
happening. But you gotta tell me. I can’t read your mind. As much as I want
to.” Dean looked to the floor of the limo after that little confession.
Castiel stroked Dean’s face with his hand, then lifted the boy’s chin so their
eyes could meet. “Maybe I do have this desire to….” he paused, he didn’t know
how to phrase it, didn’t know if he should actually tell his pet the dirty
little secret… “make you happy,” he continued.
Dean’s brow furrowed in question, but he didn’t speak. He need to let Castiel
go on. To explain so he could be sure.
“It’s not just about you doing things for me. I want to do things for you. I
don’t know why. There’s just something. But I’ve never…” Castiel didn’t get a
chance to finish his sentence before Dean was gently placing his lips on the
older man’s. Dean had heard everything he needed to hear.
 
 
The sex had been electric. When they got home, they had hurried to Castiel’s
room and neither had ever felt pleasure like that before. Face to face, eye to
eye, skin to skin. So familiar but so new in that moment. They were both nearly
shaking as the intensity of their act made sweat drip from their pores, it was
like magic swirling around them. Just before he came, Dean had whimpered “I
love you” loud enough for Castiel to hear. Cas didn’t say it back, but
something in his eyes made Dean believe that maybe…just maybe…
But they didn’t talk about that now. Sitting at the kitchen table, finishing
their meal. As a matter of fact, Dean was pretty sure that they would never
talk about that. He was also pretty sure that he was alright with that. Castiel
had always been so different than what he had expected his master to be. He
knew that from the first day at that warehouse when Castiel wouldn’t fuck him
on that old dirty mattress. The way Cas had looked at him, the fire that
Castiel had in his eyes, Dean just knew. Sure, it wasn’t perfect. But it didn’t
have to be. Dean was in love. For the first time in his life. Maybe it wasn't
right or logical, but it was his. Cas was his.
“What are you thinking about?” Castiel asked.
“You. Us. How different you are from what I thought you’d be.”
Castiel smiled at that. “I don’t aim to hurt my pets Dean. You know that. I
simply do things this way to avoid certain things,” he paused a moment before
adding, “that are apparently unavoidable with you.”
“I’m not gonna lie. I’m definitely happy about that. But I don’t understand
why. I mean, me, sure, it’s pretty textbook that I would get attached to you.
But you….not so much.”
Castiel stared at Dean for a few moments.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to answer,” Dean said, dropping his head.
He picked it back up when Castiel started to speak. “I don’t know what it is.
It’s not just how attractive you are,” Castiel caught Dean’s sly smile at that,
“which you know you are,” he said as he raised an eyebrow at Dean. He
continued, “you give off this energy. I took one look at you and your
confidence and I knew that I had to have you. The only one at that auction that
hadn’t been beaten down. And then when you got here, the snarkiness and the
sass, my pets don’t normally let their personalities show. But you…you were
always just you. And you handled everything and took it in stride and I guess
I’m intrigued. Not many people could do that.”
“How much confidence can I have? I’m in a relationship thing in which I have no
say or choices and I’m actually really okay with that. I find myself preferring
that to anything I’ve had before.”
Castiel smiled. “But Dean, you do have a choice. You made the most important
choice of all. You chose to stay. You could have left. But you didn’t. You
stayed with me to continue this.”
“Not the kind of choice I was talking about, Cas.”
“I told you Dean, even if things between us shifted, we will never be….”
“I know I know,” Dean cut him off, “you’re a total dom and aren’t gonna give up
your control. It’s fine. I’m good giving you what you need because honestly, I
find that it’s what I need too.”
“Ah.”
“What?” Dean questioned.
“You’re still so young, Dean. You’re basing your needs on mine just show that
we have a lot of work left to do.”
“Excuse me?”
“Of course there are things I simply won’t allow to happen, but we could
definitely do a lot. Maybe have you do some research first. Explore some
ideas…”
“Cas! What are you talking about?!” Dean interrupted the man’s ramblings.
“You have very limited world experience, Dean. Inside the bedroom and out.
Given the overpowering nature of our relationship, I would say we start off
with inside the bedroom. You think your needs are mine because that’s all
you’ve been exposed to. Why don’t we see what else you may like.”
“You would do that?”
“With some limitations, yes. I don’t want you to kill me years from now because
of how sheltered I kept you.”
Dean couldn’t help the reflexive twitch his arm gave at that statement. “Don’t
say that, Cas. I could never kill you. I don’t even want to think about that.
And…you think this is sheltered?”
“Dean..Dean…Dean. You have so much to learn.”
Chapter End Notes
     What do ya'll think? Trying to balance the emotion that I'm sure we
     all desperately want these characters to have with who Cas really is,
     is so difficult. But hey, next chapter should be all kinds of fun. ;)
***** Chapter Fifteen *****
Chapter Notes
     I split this chapter up so that you guys could have something now.
     The second half will come in a few days. So...if you hate
     cliffhangers you might want to wait.
     I'm so sorry this is so late. Real life has been crazy. I'll try to
     be better, I promise.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a coffee and reading the
paper. Dean was in the next room, researching what he would like to try.
Castiel didn’t want to be in the same room when Dean did his research because
he didn’t want to influence the boy in any way. He had given him parameters,
sure, but he wanted this to be about what Dean was interested in. He thought he
owed the boy that much after everything he had put him through.
Rowena walked into the room and sat at the table next to Castiel, who didn’t
even look up. “What could you possibly be thinking, having him doing this?”
“I want him to explore his interests, it’d also be fun for me to try new
things,” Castiel responded to her, still not looking away from his newspaper.
“Don’t you think giving the lad this freedom will cause some issues? Make him
want other freedoms? Make certain other choices?” She said very pointedly,
clearly stressing giving Dean too much leeway may cause him to feel like he
could leave.
Castiel put his newspaper down and looked at her now. “I’ve already given him
the choice to leave here, go back home free and clear. Multiple times. He
always chooses to stay here.”
“You would never let him do that.”
“He doesn’t know that. As far as he knows, I was completely serious when I made
those offers. And he still wanted to stay. Honestly, it seems there’s not
really anything I can do to make him not want me. I’m dreamy that way.” Castiel
replied, sarcasm almost evident in his voice.
“So what? You’re just going to allow him some privileges to keep him
satisfied?”
“Gotta give a little to get a lot.”
Rowena made a face at that. “What you’re doing, this emotional teasing, it’s
possibly the worst thing I’ve ever seen you do. And I’ve seen you do a lot of
terrible things. I heard you took him to the gun range?”
“He should be able to protect himself.” Castiel ignored the other part of what
Rowena had said. He knew how cruel he was being, allowing Dean to think he had
broken through some wall. Although, technically, the only thing he had really
agreed to was to be monogamous. Which was very easy to comply with. He had
never said he would be honest with Dean, or emotionally anything. All he said
was that he wouldn’t fuck anyone else.
“What’s the point of putting him through this?”
“Maybe I actually like the kid.”
Rowena let out a laugh. “You? I doubt that.”
“That’s rude. I do like him,” Castiel said so casually, as if it were the most
obvious fact in the world.
Rowena had no retort. She simply looked at her boss, brows furrowed in
question.
 
Less than an hour later, Dean and Castiel were in Castiel’s bedroom, Dean
sitting on the edge of the bed and Castiel sitting on the arm chair facing him.
“I still can’t believe this is what you chose. I gave you nearly unlimited
freedom.”
Dean thought for a minute. He had been researching for countless hours and came
up with the perfect thing. And also the perfect way to tell Castiel about it.
Not only had he looked up various activities, but he also looked up a bit of
dirty talk. He knew he loved it when Castiel talked dirty, so he hoped Castiel
would feel the same.
“I just want to know what it would be like to look down at your face, your body
covered in sweat and writhing beneath me while I ride your cock like a champ.
Want to know what your eyes would look like with my weight pushing you into the
mattress while I milk the best orgasm of your life out of you. Want to…”
Castiel stood up and crashed their lips together heatedly. “I don’t need
anymore convincing.”
 
 
Barely any time had passed before Castiel was naked and laying on his back with
an equally naked Dean on top of him. The boy was thrusting himself up and down,
truly milking Castiel’s cock, just as he had said. Cas was canting his hips up
a bit to help, but Dean was doing most of the work. The boy’s hands were
pushing down on Cas’ chest, giving Dean leverage and sending a rush through
Castiel. He had never thought he would like being pinned down like this. Of
course, he was strong enough to over take the teenager at any moment, but he
had no desire to do that. On the contrary, Castiel was very happy to stay just
like this.
Dean was looking into Castiel’s eyes and whimpering, the unfamiliar position
allowed Castiel’s cock to rub his sweet spot every time Dean sank down. But
that wasn’t Dean’s favorite part of this. Hell, being on top of Castiel wasn’t
even Dean’s favorite part. Dean’s favorite part was the look in Castiel’s eyes.
Like he was experiencing something he never had before.
And he was. Castiel was no stranger to pleasure. He loved it. And he got it all
the time. But he always took it. No one ever gave it to him. And definitely not
like this.
Dean was panting heavily now, calling out Castiel’s name as if he had anything
to do with this. As if Dean wasn’t the one that was so perfectly hitting every
spot, so perfectly timing his movements so that Castiel was a complete mess
beneath him.
Castiel managed to lift a hand and find Dean’s throbbing cock as it bounced up
and down with Dean. He was about to wrap his fingers around it when Dean
stopped him.
“Cas, if you do that I’ll….”
“I know,” Castiel cut him off and started fisting the boy’s cock. It took only
a few moments for Dean to be coming across Castiel’s chest.
Castiel followed him a moment later. He could lie and say it was the added
tightness of Dean’s ass as it clenched around his cock through Dean’s orgasm,
but he’d be lying. The truth was, being covered in the boy’s come is what sent
him over the edge. What made him want to mark Dean’s insides and call out the
boy’s name.
Dean was clearly blissed out, but was still moving just enough to ride Castiel
through his orgasm. Eventually Castiel had to lift the boy off and toss him
down next to him. They both lay in Castiel’s bed, staring up at the ceiling,
Castiel’s come dripping out of Dean’s ass, and Dean’s come painted on Cas’
chest.
“That really worked for me,” Dean said, still breathing heavily.
Castiel let out a laugh before adding, “Yeah. Me too.”
They laid in comfortable silence for a few more moments before Dean spoke
again. “So, there’s something else that I really want to try. It’s not a sex
thing though.”
“Well, what is it?” Castiel asked half puzzled and half annoyed. He had told
Dean that they were going to start off just exploring his sexual desires. Did
the boy never listen? His train of thought stopped immediately when he heard
Dean say it. No, that can’t be right.
“Excuse me?” Castiel questioned, now turning to face Dean, who was already
laying on his side and facing him.
“I said, I want to try killing someone. You have to have someone on your list.”
“I do. With my work, there’s always someone on the list. But, why? Why do you
want to kill someone?”
Dean thought for a moment. He wasn’t sure what to say. Honestly, the idea had
popped in his head when he saw Crowley on that shower floor, dead. He thought
killing other bad guys would be like doing the world a favor. Plus, he did
consider the fact that it might score him points with Castiel if he was more
bold, dark, dirty. He knew that Castiel had fallen for Meg, and she killed
people as her job. So maybe that's what really got Cas going.
“I’ve seen you do it. I’ve seen the aftermath. I just want to know what it
would be like.” Dean explained. That wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t exactly the truth.
But it wasn’t a lie.
“You’re not me. Dean, taking a person’s life isn’t something to just, try. It’s
something you do for one of two reasons: you like it, or you have to do it.”
“Which one do you fall under?” Dean asked.
“With my line of work, both. And I’m not about to let a 17 year old kid deal
with the repercussions of that for the rest of his life just because he wants
to try it.”
“Right. You don’t condone that sort of behavior. You’ll purchase the 17 year
old kid, you’ll fuck his brains out, but god forbid you corrupt him by letting
him do something that he wants and is actually asking for. You freakin’
hypocrite.”
Dean had no idea why he said that. Castiel was staring at him like he was about
to kill him. Dean had way over stepped his boundaries. Fuck.
Castiel thought. Dean was right. Castiel allowed Dean to experience many things
that a 17 year old boy shouldn’t. So why should he deprive him now?
“Fine.” Castiel said, getting out of the bed.
“Fine, what?” Dean asked, sitting up but not leaving the comfort of the
mattress.
“You want to kill someone? You want to pull that trigger and see someone’s
lights go out? Know that you’re the reason they’ll never walk or talk or do
anything ever again? Then fine. Let’s go.”
Dean was shocked. But he wasn’t sure what shocked him the most: what Castiel
had just said, or the fact that he was getting out of bed to join Castiel in
getting ready to go wherever it was that Castiel was going.
Chapter End Notes
     Our boy is going down a slippery slope. What do you all think?
***** Chapter Sixteen *****
Chapter Notes
     ** I don't like to add individual warnings to chapters, because I
     don't want to give away what they are about. But I don't think
     there's anything that isn't covered in the tags for the work. If
     there is, please comment and tell me so I can add it***
     Here you go, kiddos. Please enjoy this. And thank you guys so much
     for reading and sharing your thoughts. It seriously means the world
     to me.
     ***The next chapter should be up in a week (Ya'll know I'm not done
     yet)***
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****FOUR MONTHS AGO****
 
Dean and Rowena were sitting in the back of the limo, waiting for Castiel to
come back. He was meeting with a client or associate or something, Dean hadn’t
been paying that much attention. All he knew was that it had been a really,
really long time. It felt especially long because he was stuck with Rowena, who
kept hitting on him. He wondered if Castiel knew that Rowena liked him.
When Castiel finally slid into the seat next to Dean (and across from Rowena)
he slammed the door closed and yelled at the driver to start driving. He had a
thin splatter of blood across his face and more of it on his white button up
shirt. Dean could see the edge of a bloody knife sticking out of the sleeve of
Castiel’s trench coat.
“Sir?” He questioned out loud before realizing what he had done.
“What?” Castiel asked, sounding annoyed as he grabbed a napkin from the mini
bar and wiped his face.
“You…you killed him?”
“You know I kill people, Dean. You’ve seen me kill people.”
Dean thought back to the night of the party at Castiel’s house. He had shot his
coworker, what was his name? Benny. He had shot Benny for touching Dean. He
shivered at the thought.
“Why the knife?” Rowena interjected. That was a good question. Why was Castiel
using a knife? Didn’t he just shoot people? Wasn’t that cleaner?
“It ended up in hand to hand combat. Pulling the knife out of my pocket and
slitting his throat was a lot easier than trying to point a gun.” The
casualness in Castiel’s voice as he said that made Dean nervous. It was so
cruel and calculated. Like Castiel had used reason. But he killed someone. How
could he make slitting someone’s throat sound like a rational decision?
Dean couldn’t stop staring at the blood on Castiel’s clothes. He was sitting
next to a man who had just slit someone’s throat. He could never imagine
killing someone.
“You freaking out, lad?” He heard Rowena ask him. She continued, “the sight of
blood gets less ghastly the more you see it.”
Castiel smiled at that and started to run his fingers through Dean’s hair and
pat his head. “My pet doesn’t need to get used to that. It’ll be okay, Dean.”
He reassured him before leaning forward and kissing him. Dean returned the kiss
without hesitation.
 
****PRESENT DAY****
 
“You left this room out of my original tour of the house,” Dean declared as he
gazed around Castiel’s weapon room. Cabinets of different guns, silencers,
scopes, knives, axes, hand cuffs, chains, Dean couldn’t even process it all.
“Can you blame me?”
“Guess not. Why’d you bring me here now?”
Castiel turned away from the cabinet he had been going through and looked at
Dean. “Thought you wanted to kill someone. Figured you’d want to choose your
weapon.”
Dean gulped. Right. Choose his weapon. “The weapon’s not the thing I’m worried
about choosing,” Dean replied.
Castiel’s mouth morphed into a sly half smile. “No one on my list is a
particularly good person.”
“Doesn’t mean they are a bad person.”
“They are to me.”
Dean stared blankly at Castiel for a few moments before he responded. “Is that
how you justify what you do? They’re bad people to you? Bad people to….the
business?”
Castiel simply nodded his head in affirmation. “Dean, if you don’t want to do
this, just say the word. I’m not making you do this.”
He was right. Castiel wasn’t making Dean do this at all. In fact, Castiel was
pretty clearly against Dean doing this. But something in Dean just needed to
know what it would be like. Needed to feel what Castiel felt. Needed to
understand Castiel. So yes, Castiel was not making him do this. But he was
doing it for Castiel. To feel closer to him somehow. The more Dean thought
about it, the less sense his reasoning made. But that didn’t seem to deter his
mind. Castiel had given him the freedom to explore who he was. To get some more
world experience. Well, Dean lived in Castiel’s world. And Castiel killed
people. To Dean, that logic was sound enough.
“I know. But I want to.” He said leaning into the cabinet Castiel had been
rummaging through earlier. “Here. I like this.” He showed Castiel a small
pistol. Nothing special. Easily concealable. Easy to handle. It was almost
exactly like the one Castiel had him shoot at the gun range.
“Okay,” Castiel said, keeping all of his reservations to himself, “let’s get a
silencer on that. I have the perfect person in mind.”
 
****FOUR HOURS LATER****
 
Castiel had been right. Everyone on his list was a bad guy. But one guy in
particular stuck out. Dean wasn’t sure if he was really on Castiel’s list, or
if Cas put him on there so Dean could pick him. Either way, Dean wouldn’t feel
bad about taking this life.
Kogan Taylor. No one knew if that was his real name or not and Dean didn’t
care. All he cared about were the facts. And the facts were that Kogan was a
ring leader. A smuggler. A dealer. A supplier. Whatever you were into, Kogan
would get it for you. Old. Young. Rich. Poor. White. Black. Asian. Whatever.
Kogan would sell you whoever you needed. The little tid bit that drove Dean
over the edge? Kogan Taylor was the man who sent people to Middle Creek Mall 15
months ago to get kids. To get Dean.
This guy was responsible for taking Dean away from his family. For making him
turn 16 at that God Damned warehouse. For filling his mind with all of this
bullshit. For introducing him to Castiel. For making Dean want to kill. Funny
how things came full circle like that.
They were in some abandoned office building that Kogan owned. Castiel had
arranged a meeting with him to make some ‘requests’. He was standing next to
Kogan and Dean was hidden behind some shelves, waiting for Castiel to give the
signal. He watched as the two men seemed to have a perfectly normal
conversation. All he could think about was what a fucking tragedy his life was.
What a fucking miracle Castiel was. What a fucking dead man Kogan Taylor was.
His anger boiled over and he could no longer wait for Castiel to signal.
Instead, he peered around the shelves and aimed the gun. Castiel’s eyes shifted
over to him, and all he did was nod. Dean took the time to fire 1, 2, 3, he
stopped counting how many shots into Kogan’s back. He thanked every God that he
didn’t believe in that one day at the range was enough to give him good enough
aim to not hit Castiel. Although, now that he looked at the situation, Kogan
laying in a pool of his own blood, Castiel crouched down a few feet away where
he must have taken cover from the shots, the gun still shaking in his hand, he
started to cry. Dean didn’t want to cry. His father always said crying was a
sign of weakness. He didn’t want to seem weak in front of Castiel. Even though
he knew he was.
He dropped the gun, let it fall out of his hand as if he never held it at all.
He turned to the side, knelt down, and puked. His face was covered with tears,
snot was dripping from his nose, and now he was sure his mouth was covered in
vomit. Castiel walked over to him and helped him up. He took the boy in his
arms and hugged him tight.
“It’ll be okay, Dean. It’ll be okay. We’ve got to get out of here.” He rubbed
his hands soothingly around the boy’s back and started to guide him to the
door.
 
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When they got back to the house, Castiel told Dean to take a hot shower and try
to calm down. All Dean could think about was Kogan laying on the ground with
blood pooling around him. It was all he could see when he closed his eyes. He
had to stop himself from throwing up again. He couldn’t believe what he had
just done. He killed someone. Sure, the guy was an asshole who made his living
trafficking other human beings. But he was still a human being himself. Or at
least he was until Dean killed him.
Castiel was waiting for Dean outside the bathroom door. Dean was reluctant to
meet his eyes, and Cas could tell.
“Don’t do that. Don’t hide from me. I’m the last person you need to be hiding
from in this situation. I understand, Dean.”
Dean finally looked up to meet his gaze. “I know what you said before. And I
knew what I was asking for. But I wasn’t prepared…I just feel so….” he ducked
his head to look at the floor again, unsure of what to even say. He didn’t know
how he felt. Awful. Disgusted. Horrified. Happy. Kogan had ruined Dean’s life,
so Dean got to ruin his. It was the worst form of revenge. But that simple fact
was the only thing keeping Dean from spiraling completely out of control. He
couldn’t believe he fucking killed someone. And he felt awful. But not about
the act. At least not entirely. A lot of his disgust and confusion came from
the part of him that was happy. That was glad that Kogan was dead and that he
was the one who killed him. How could he be happy that a man was dead. Happy
that he had ended someone’s life?
“I get it. I do.” Castiel said, as if reading Dean’s mind. “Just tell me what
you need.”
“Hold me. Cas, I just need you to hold me.”
And so he did. They fell asleep in Castiel’s bed, snuggled against one another,
Castiel’s arms wrapped firmly around Dean. Providing a warmth and security that
Dean had been craving for a long time. And honestly, Castiel didn’t think it
was that bad either. Actually, he found himself enjoying the closeness more
than he would ever dare to admit.
Chapter End Notes
     I'm dying to know what you think. :)
***** Chapter Seventeen *****
Chapter Notes
     I'm sorry I suck at updating. I would say that I'll try to be better,
     but let's be honest, I won't be. So I'm going to stop making promises
     about when I'll update. Because, I'm far too busy to be able to keep
     them. But know that this story is still going on, and I am trying my
     best to update as often as I can.
     That being said, please enjoy this chapter that has a bit of
     Castiel's backstory, as well as some good old fashioned FLUFF between
     our guys. Because I was in a fluffy mood tonight, apparently.
     ***Also, as usual, I never proofread anything. Sorry about any
     mistakes!***
**** 20 YEARS AGO****
The sound was so loud. Louder than Castiel thought it would be. He wasn’t even
thinking. He just closed his eyes, pointed the gun, and pulled the trigger.
When he opened his eyes and saw the man laying on the ground, he just started
running.
He found an alley and crouched behind some boxes to catch his breath. “Fuck,
fuck, fuck” he kept muttering. What had he just done? Some birthday this was.
He looked up to see a man wearing a suit and long black coat.
“Who are you?” Castiel asked.
“You should come with me,” the man said.
“Why on earth would I do that?” Castiel questioned, standing up.
“My boss would like to talk to you.”
“And who the fuck is your boss?”
The man smiled. “His name is Chuck.”
 
Castiel had no idea why he actually followed the guy. Everything his mother
ever told him about not talking to strangers had gone to hell after she died.
He had to talk to strangers now. He was on his own. Alone.
“Hello, Castiel,” a rather important looking man sitting behind a desk said.
“Hi,” Castiel responded.
“Crowley and I have been keeping an eye on you for a while now…” the man,
Chuck, kept talking. But Castiel tuned him out. He was looking at the other
man, Crowley. He was looking at his boss with such intensity, like he was God
himself. And honestly, Crowley didn’t look much older than Castiel.
“How old are you?” Castiel blurted out without thought, interrupting Chuck.
Crowley laughed and said, “26.” So, he was actually 10 years older than
Castiel.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just I don’t know anything about you
guys.”
Chuck smiled and said, “I want to give you a job, Castiel.”
Castiel couldn’t believe it. A job? He had been on the streets since his mother
died, no one wanted to hire a kid. This was too good to be true.
“What’s the catch?” He asked.
“Well, the job isn’t exactly for everyone. Or what you would call legal. But
there is plenty of room for advancement.” Chuck explained.
“Besides, any questions we had about you were answered when you killed that cop
tonight,” Crowley added.
“I didn’t mean to….it was…..” Castiel didn’t know what to say.
“Calm down kid. Was this your first time killing a cop?” Crowley asked.
“It was my first time killing anyone.”
That confession made Chuck get out of his chair and walk over to Castiel. He
put his arm around the boy and said, “Don’t worry, son. It’ll get easier.”
“What, killing people?” Castiel asked.
Chuck smiled. “Everything.”
 
*** 1 YEAR LATER (19 YEARS AGO FROM PRESENT DAY) ****
 
“You’re killing me, Fergus.”
“You know I hate it when you call me that.”
Castiel smiled. “I know. Why do you think I do it?”
“Can’t you just act like an adult?”
“I’m 17…so…”
Crowley put his rifle down and glared at Castiel. “Don’t be such a smart ass.”
He said.
Castiel looked in the direction that Crowley had been, picked up Crowley’s
rifle and shot. Crowley turned his head in time to see their target falling to
the ground.
“You’ve got to stay sharp, old man. Never take your eyes off the prize.”
Castiel said, handing the rifle back to Crowley.
“I hate it when you do this.”
Castiel grinned. “You hate a lot of things. That’s why Chuck likes me better
than you. I don’t hate things.”
“You’re not exactly Mr. Warm and Fuzzy.”
“But I don’t hate things. I simply don't care. There’s a difference.”
“So… I’m mean. But you’re a robot?” Crowley was cocking his eyebrow in
question.
“Something like that. Now, come on Fergus. Unless you want to stick around and
get caught?”
“I hate you.”
“Watch it, Crowley. I’m going to be your boss one day.” Castiel said, picking
up his bag and starting to head out.
“Over my dead body,” Crowley muttered under his breath as he followed the boy.
Castiel stopped in his tracks, turned towards Crowley, and looked him square in
the eye, “that can be arranged.”
Crowley walked passed him, forcefully pushing his shoulder into the boy as he
went, “Come on, kid. Chuck will want a full status report.”
 
 
*** PRESENT DAY *****
 
Castiel woke up to the feeling something soft and warm snuggled against him. He
liked that feeling. When he opened his eyes, he saw Dean. The boy was curled
into Castiel’s side, and Castiel had his arm draped around him. It
was…peaceful. Castiel never wanted to leave. What shocked him about that
thought is the fact that it didn’t shock him. He had just admitted to himself
that he wanted to stay curled up in bed with Dean forever, just pressed up
against each other, and that didn’t bother him in the slightest.
He had a fondness for the boy, sure. But Castiel learned at a very young age
that power was everything. His father had had a lot of power, and he took it
all when he left. Left Castiel and his mother with nothing. Not even a house.
Castiel spent his whole life trying to never lose power like that again. But
lying here with Dean, no power differential, no dominance, just peace; it was
one of the best things Castiel had ever felt.
Dean lifted his head onto Castiel’s chest and looked up at his face. “What are
you thinking about?” He asked.
“I didn’t know you were awake,” Castiel responded.
“I have been for a while. I just didn’t want to move.”
“I understand.”
“Cas….thank you.”
Castiel was confused now. “For what?”
“For last night,” Dean said, his eyes now averting Castiel’s as he gripped the
man even tighter. “I think I sort of lost my mind with the whole wanting to try
new things thing, and you tried to talk me out of it. And I should have
listened but of course I didn’t. And you didn’t shove it in my face or tell me
I told you so. You just…understood. So..thank you.”
“The first person that I killed was a cop.”
“What?” Dean asked, sitting up. Castiel followed his lead.
They were now sitting cross-legged on Castiel’s bed, looking into each other’s
eyes, and their knees were touching. Castiel supposed it was intimate enough
for what he was about to say.
“It was my 16th birthday. My mother had died a few months earlier and I was
alone and poor, living on the streets. I robbed some guy, using a gun that
belonged to my father. It was the only thing he left me. He’s not dead. Or he
wasn’t at the time. I’m not sure about now. But back then, he was just…not with
us.” Castiel stopped for a moment, he had been looking down at their legs for
the majority of what he had said so far. He hated being this open. With anyone.
But if there was a person that deserved to hear this, it was Dean.
Castiel continued, “Anyways….the cop saw me or caught up with me a few blocks
from the robbery. I’m not sure how he found me. But he pointed his gun at me
and told me to freeze, that he was going to arrest me. And I just…panicked. I
pulled my father’s gun out of my jacket pocket and…shot him.”
Dean put his hand under Castiel’s chin and lifted it up so their eyes could
meet. “I’m sorry. That’s awful. I didn’t…”
Castiel shook his head, freeing himself from Dean’s light touch. “It’s okay. I
mean…it’s not okay. But, killing that cop is actually what gave me the chance
to have everything I have now.”
Dean tilted his head questioningly. “What do you mean?”
“Crowley found me after, brought me to Chuck, and I got a job.”
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah.”
Dean started to giggle.
“What?” Castiel said, starting to smile himself. Dean’s laugh was contagious.
“The first time I killed someone, I got told it would be okay, and got
comforted by snuggling with the guy I love all night. You had Crowley and
Chuck?”
“We had dinner and they informed me of their…business.”
“No wonder you are the way that you are. That really sucks.”
“Watch it,” Castiel said, playfully shoving Dean down onto his back.
Dean yanked on Castiel’s shirt until he fell on top of him. They shared a kiss
before Castiel rolled off of the boy.
“What’s wrong?” Dean asked.
“Nothing,” Castiel said, repositioning himself on top of Dean and starting to
kiss him again.
Dean couldn’t take his mind off of Castiel’s reaction. He had a feeling he knew
what Castiel actually wanted. Hell, to be honest, it’s what he wanted too. He
just figured that Castiel would want sex, especially since they didn’t have any
last night. But maybe Castiel wanted something else. But of course, he would
never tell Dean that.
Dean nudged at Castiel to get him to stop. “Can we just, lay in bed all day? No
sex or anything, just… us.?”
Castiel looked down at the boy. His first instinct was to tell him no and
punish him. But after a moment Castiel realized what Dean was doing. And he
would be lying if he said it didn’t warm his heart just a little. Dean wanted
to comfort him. To return the favor. Honestly, that didn’t sound so bad.
“I think…” he rolled off of Dean again, this time extending his arm and pulling
the boy close into his side, “that can be arranged.”
***** Chapter Eighteen *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for how long this took. The next chapter will likely be up
     sometime between Christmas and New Year. (We aren't done yet!)
     I promise no matter how long I take, I will not abandon this fic
     until it is actually finished. Or if like, everyone unsubscribes.
     (Please don't, I love you.)
     ***As always, I never ever proofread. All mistakes are mine. And I'm
     not all that sorry about it.***
Dean wasn’t prepared for what would happen. The nightmares. The constant
sickness. The feeling of hating himself. Kogan Taylor was an evil man who
ruined Dean’s life and countless others. He shouldn’t feel bad about this. But
he did. He just wanted to stay in the shower, letting the warm water wash over
him forever. Maybe he could avoid reality that way.
Eventually he made his way out of the shower and downstairs for breakfast.
Finding only Rowena and food at the table. Castiel was nowhere in sight.
“Where’s Cas?” Dean asked.
Rowen raised an eyebrow in question. “Cas”, she put emphasis on the name,
drawing Dean’s attention to the fact that he said it, “is working.”
“Know how long he’ll be?”
“He’s the big boss now. So who knows.” Rowena said, sipping her tea.
 
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Meanwhile, Castiel was in Chuck’s office, sitting at Chuck’s desk, fussing with
things.
“Cassie… that’s the twelfth time you’ve moved that paper weight. Perhaps you
should just leave the desk alone?”
Castiel looked up from the desk to see Balthazar sitting in the chair on the
other side. “How long have you been there?” Cas asked.
“Long enough to know that you’re going insane.”
“You would be too if you were in my situation. The next thing I have to do
today is…difficult.”
Balthazar smiled at his friend. They had been friends since they were 20 years
old and Castiel recruited him. Balthazar had been a rich kid with authority
issues who was always looking for trouble and a good time. Balthazar didn’t
mind the crime, it was intoxicating. But he kept his hand clean when it came to
murder. That’s one thing he would not do. And no one ever had a problem with
it. He also wasn’t into underage boys like a lot of the other guys were. He
never did understand what happened there. But he never dared to ask. He just
kept his personal life to himself. Plenty of young, but legal, girls were happy
to be a hot rich guy’s girlfriend. No need to pay for anything.
“I know,” Balthazar said, “it’s never easy when you have to talk to Meg…”
“I told Dean that she left the country.”
Balthazar looked puzzled. “Dean?”
“My uh…pet.”
Balthazar smiled, mischievously. “What’s going on there?” He asked, wiggling
his eyebrows suggestively.
“Nothing. Maybe something. I don’t know.” Castiel needed to stop talking.
Talking about Dean like this in front of Balthazar could be dangerous. Sure, he
trusted Balthazar. But only as much as you could trust anyone in this business.
“I’m proud of you, Cassie. Finally settling down.” Balthazar said in an almost
sarcastically sweet tone.
“I’ll shoot you.” Castiel responded stoically.
“Oh, I have no doubt. Question is, why’d you lie to the kid?”
Castiel shook his head. “I don’t know.”
There conversation was interrupted by Chuck’s secretary speaking over the
intercom. ‘Meg is here.’
“Guess I better be going, then. I’ll see you, Cassie. Good luck with lover
boy.”
“Go die.”
Balthazar walked out, while Meg slipped in the door.
“Hello Clarence.”
“Have some respect. I am your boss now.” Castiel said, using his thumb and
pointer finger to rub the tension out of the bridge of his nose.
“Weren’t you always my boss?”
“Just sit down.”
“Yes sir.” Meg said, planting herself in the chair that Balthazar just vacated.
“Good work with Crowley. But you didn’t have to kill Kevin.”
“The kid? Wouldn’t leave. Wanted to stay with Fergus. Couldn’t have a witness.
What did you want me to do, boss?” She asked while leaning over the desk,
exposing her cleavage to Castiel.
“First off,” Castiel said, maintaining eye contact, “this is not how it is
going to be. There is nothing personal, romantic, or sexual about our
relationship from here on out. Do you understand me?”
“Ugh. Fine. What’s the job?” Meg asked, leaning back in the chair.
“Want you to investigate something for me.”
“Just investigate?”
“You’re a great hit woman. But you’re also a great PI when you want to be. Or,
when you’re paid to be. I want information on a John Winchester. Lives in
Kansas.” Castiel said, handing her a large orange envelope.
“John Winchester from Kansas? Never heard of him. He some new player?” She
inquired while opening the envelope.
“I’m not sure.”
“You looking for anything specific?” Meg asked.
“Evidence that he had dealings with Kogan Taylor.”
Meg smiled. “You think he supplied Kogan with kids?”
“Something like that.” Castiel said, his mind obviously focused.
“I heard Kogan got shot.”
“I heard people that don’t mind their business and do what they’re told get
shot.” Castiel said dryly, looking her right in the eyes.
Meg shook her head. “Noted.” She got up and left without another word.
Castiel leaned back in Chuck’s …. his chair and let out a sigh.
 
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When Castiel got home, he was so exhausted that he went directly up to his
bedroom. He was surprised to see Dean laying on his bed, snuggled up under his
blanket.
“What is this?”
Dean sat up, the blanket falling enough to reveal he was shirtless, but not
enough to see if he was otherwise naked. “You got me very used to a strict sex
schedule.”
Castiel let out a laugh. “Oh, I did, did I?”
“Yes. And it’s been a long time.”
“It’s been 2 days. With what happened with Kogan….”
Dean interrupted him. “I don’t want to talk about that. I just want you to come
over to this bed and have your way with me.”
Castiel nodded his head and started walking towards the bed. “You naked under
there?”
Dean removed the blanket to show that he was indeed naked. “Naked and ready,
sir.”
“Ready?” Castiel asked, inquiring as to what exactly that meant.
“Yessir.” Dean said. “As in…good to go. No need to prep.”
“Well what did I do to deserve this?” Castiel asked as Dean sat up to meet him
on the edge of the bed.
They shared a hard, deep kiss before Dean pulled away and said, “I just need
it, Cas.” And the boy sounded like he really did.
Castiel undid his pants, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor. He
grabbed the lube off the nightstand and rubbed it on his already hard cock;
while Dean watched, licking his lips.
“Come here boy,” Castiel said grabbing Dean’s legs. Dean was on his back on the
mattress, with Castiel standing at the edge of the bed and Dean’s legs now
wrapped around Castiel’s waist so he could actually have access to the boy’s
hole.
He didn’t even warn Dean before pushing in, bottoming out, and then pulling out
again, so quick Dean nearly screamed from the sensation. Castiel kept up the
cruel pace until He had Dean coming untouched and he wasn’t far behind.
After he came, he dropped Dean’s legs, which went to the floor like jelly. “You
okay?”
Dean was still trying to catch his breath. “Yeah. That was just. definitely a
new angle.”
Castiel huffed out a laugh. “Thought you might like it. Now why don’t we go
shower this mess off?”
“To be completely honest, Cas, I’m not sure I can walk.”
“Stop being dramatic, Dean.” Castiel said pulling Dean off the bed. He slung
one of the boy’s arms around his shoulder so Dean could use him like a crutch.
Dean looked up at him and smiled. “You still have your shirt on.”
“Yeah?” Cas asked, as if it were the most obvious and unimportant thing in the
world.
“Yeah,” Dean responded, still sounding blissed out. “That’s hot.”
***** Chapter Nineteen *****
Chapter Notes
     So....I know it's a tad later than the actual holidays. But I
     "accidentally" wrote a semi fluffy kinda smutty near the end holiday
     chapter. In which no holiday is actually celebrated, but we get the
     pre-holiday stuff. ****It is Christmas because that is what I
     personally celebrate. I don't mean to offend by leaving out the other
     Holidays****
     Not sure it necessarily furthers the plot, but I was just in the
     Holiday spirit okay?
     I also actually wrote more chapters over the holidays, so I can
     update somewhat regularly since I have them done. But I'm evil, so
     I'm not going to post them all at once.
     For now, please enjoy this. And as you all know, I don't proofread.
     Sorry.
Dean woke up to the smell of…..he wasn’t sure. The only thing that came to mind
was….Christmas? It was like pine and hot cocoa and cinnamon and everything that
reminded him of the holidays back home in Kansas. He stretched out, alone in
Castiel’s bed, then decided to get up and go downstairs to investigate where
the beautiful symphony of smells was coming from.
 
“What is all this?” Dean asked as he walked into the living room where Castiel
was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper while numerous people were putting
up various Christmas decorations. The big house was starting to look like a
real winter wonderland that belonged in one of those picture perfect Hallmark
movies Dean’s mom used to watch all the time.
“They’re decorating the house,” Castiel said, not even looking up from his
newspaper.
“You celebrate Christmas?” Dean questioned as he sat next to Castiel.
Castiel put the paper down and turned towards Dean. “Of course. I enjoy the
decorations and the overall cheeriness.”
“The cheeriness?”
“I like the decorations. Watch your tone or your getting coal in your
stocking.”
Dean looked surprised. “I have a stocking?”
Castiel smiled and tilted his head in the direction of the fireplace where
three stockings were hung. One for Castiel, Rowena, and one for Dean. He
couldn’t believe it. A brilliant, red, sparkling stocking with his name
embroidered on it. Not just written in sharpie. But embroidered in gold
letters. It was amazing.
Dean didn’t want to let Castiel know exactly how much that meant to him. He
hated that he always seemed so weak compared to Castiel. So he ignored it and
simply said, “Rowena gets a stocking?”
Castiel smiled. “Everyone who lives here gets a stocking. Rowena lived here
before you did. She gets a stocking every year.”
“Honestly, I kind of forget that she lives here.”
Rowena walked in the living room carrying a tray with 3 large glasses of eggnog
on it. “That’s the beauty of a big house,” she said as Dean and Castiel each
grabbed a glass, “you aren’t all crowded in with each other.”
“Thank you, Rowena,” Castiel said taking a sip.
“So tell me, Dean,” Rowena said taking a seat, “did your family celebrate
Christmas? Or one of the 100s of other holidays around this time of year that
certain Christians can’t seem to wrap their heads around?”
Castiel let out a small laugh at Rowena’s subtle dig of the culture around the
Holidays. Or perhaps the lack thereof.
“We celebrated Christmas. Midnight mass on Christmas Eve and everything. Which
I never understood. Because the only time we were ever religious was Christmas
and Easter. But they were the best because we would go to church and then have
a big family meal with all of our extended relatives. It was nice.” Dean let
himself get lost in the reminiscing for a while before Rowena’s not so subtle
cough broke him free of his daydream.
“Anyways,” Dean continued, “our house was never this nicely decorated.”
“The decorations are Castiel’s favorite part,” Rowena explained.
Castiel took another sip of eggnog. He had been watching Dean as the boy spoke
of his family. He could only assume that he must miss them now especially. The
holidays, no matter which you celebrate are normally a time to be spent with
family. “That’s true,” he said. “I love the decorations. I just hate the
decorating part.”
Dean nodded his head in understanding. “That explains the Christmas Crew.”
Castiel laughed and leaned in close to Dean to whisper, “That’s what I call
them too.”
 
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Dean was amazed. The house was done up like a magical movie house, not like
real people lived there. Not like some violent, murdering, crime boss lived
there. It was picture perfect. Right down to the lingering smell of pure
holiday that Dean couldn’t identify what exactly it was or where it was even
coming from. He was just walking around the house admiring everything now that
the Christmas Crew had finished decorating and left.
Suddenly, he could feel arms around his waist and Castiel was nuzzling into his
neck. “Do you like the holidays as much as I do, Dean?” Castiel whispered hotly
against Dean’s neck.
“Yes,” Dean whispered back, although he wasn’t sure why he was whispering. He
put his hands over Castiel’s and leaned back into the older man.
“I have a surprise for you. Come on.” Castiel said grabbing Dean’s hand and
spinning him around. He dragged him to his bedroom and Dean just stood in the
doorway, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“You like it?” Cas asked jumping up and laying down, now on his back with his
arms crossed behind his head to prop it up and look at Dean, on the new king
size sleigh bed that had beautiful red satin sheets. The room itself had a glow
from the Christmas lights that were now hung around, tracing the ceiling.
“You decorated your bedroom for Christmas?” Dean asked.
“I decorated all the bedrooms for Christmas,” Castiel explained, “but I was
talking about the bed.”
Dean smiled and ran to the bed, almost falling onto it and on top of Castiel.
“I love it,” he said as he straddled the older man, “I’ve always wanted a big
sleigh bed.”
Castiel sat up and put his arms around Dean’s back, rubbing it. Dean was now
just sitting in his lap, their groins touching. “Good,” Castiel said as he
leaned in and captured Dean’s mouth in an almost tender kiss. “I got you one,
too. That is, if you ever go back to your room again.”
Dean smiled and nuzzled into Castiel’s neck. “I think I like this one better.”
Castiel let out a laugh and flipped Dean over so the boy was now on his back
with his legs wrapped around Castiel’s waist. “You know the real beauty of a
new bed?” Castiel asked, sucking on Dean’s neck making the boy whimper. He
lifted his head so he could look Dean in the eyes as he thrust down, eliciting
a moan from Dean, and said, “wearing it in.”
“Yeah. It is,” Dean managed to agree although his speech sounded extremely
breathy. “And we have two new beds to wear in.” He said as he thrust his hips
up and Castiel couldn’t take the friction anymore and attacked Dean’s mouth as
he started humping the boy.
Dean smiled even as his mouth opened to let Castiel’s tongue inside. After a
few moments of enjoying this, Dean had an idea and pushed Castiel off of him.
“What on earth are you doing?” Castiel said now laying on his side next to
Dean, who was starting to strip from his clothes.
“Well,” Dean started as he sat up on the edge of the bed to make it easier to
take his pants off, “I figure, this is your bed. Might as well christen it your
way.”
Castiel was a bit confused for a moment until Dean climbed back on the bed,
immediately getting on all fours. Castiel bit his lip and closed his eyes for a
moment, letting the complete bliss of the moment take over before opening them
again and starting to strip off his own clothes. When he was completely naked,
he positioned himself behind Dean and started rubbing his hand up and down the
boy’s back and squeezing his ass cheeks.
“You are too good.” Castiel praised.
Dean smiled, even though Castiel couldn’t see it and said, “I know.”
Castiel was so excited he nearly forgot to grab the lube off the nightstand.
That would have been bad. Well, bad for Dean. Castiel himself adored the harsh
friction of going in dry.
It didn’t take long for both of them to be drenched in sweat and heavily
breathing. Dean would be lying if he said he didn’t actually enjoy this
position. It may not be that intimate, but it sure got the job done. He knew he
was going to lose it soon. Castiel’s cock was touching his insides in all the
right places and Castiel was breathing hotly against his back and he could
probably come just from the feeling of Castiel’s breath because he’s 17 and
could come for pretty much anything. But especially anything Castiel did.
But Castiel had other plans. He pulled out and grabbed Dean to flip him over.
“No reason we can’t compromise when christening my bed.” Castiel said as he
wrapped Dean’s legs around his waist and looked him the eye as he started
thrusting in again.
Dean let out a beautiful moan that was almost a sob as Castiel hit that special
spot and rubbed it for a few moments. Then Castiel pulled almost all the way
out and thrust back in roughly. “Cassssss…” Dean nearly yelped.
“You alright there, boy?” Castiel asked as he set an easy pace of shallower
thrusts.
“Yea…yes.” Dean breathed out as he tried to regain any sense of composure. His
body was on fire with pleasure but he needed something else. He wasn’t sure how
but he actually managed to use his words and say, “You know what would be
better?”
“Better than this?” Castiel asked, shoving back in roughly and making Dean
whimper.
“Depends.”
“On what?” Castiel asked, still teasing Dean with his cock.
Dean put his hands on Castiel’s chest to push him up and over while he swung
around to be on top. Castiel’s cock did fall out of his hole, but it was
quickly back in as Dean took his seat.
He leaned down to Castiel’s face and nearly whispered, “on if you like it when
I ride you.” He then started moving up and down, causing Castiel to moan
uncontrollably. The shift in position was also amazing for Dean, and he was
coming sooner than he would have liked. But Castiel wasn’t far behind him,
filling him up only a few moments after Dean shot his load on the man’s
stomach.
 
20 minutes later they were in their boxers, having a smoke and leaning against
the brilliant new sleigh style headboard. Dean looked around the room, once
again taking in all the knick knacks and festive signs adorning the room. He
turned his head to look at Castiel.
“If you decorate this much, I can only imagine what Christmas day is actually
like.”
“In this house? Amazing.” Castiel said as he turned his head to face Dean and
gave the boy a passionate kiss.
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