Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/8016124. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Supernatural Relationship: Castiel/Dean_Winchester Character: Castiel, Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester_(mentioned), Meg_Masters, Gabriel_(Supernatural) Additional Tags: Extremely_Underage, Recreational_Drug_Use, Non-Consensual_Drug_Use, Top Castiel, Bottom_Dean, Sexual_Slavery, Slave_Dean, Master_Castiel, Daddy Kink, Punishment, Corporal_Punishment, Collars, Cages, Mob_Boss_Castiel, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added Series: Part 1 of Sold_verse Stats: Published: 2016-09-11 Updated: 2017-07-18 Chapters: 15/? Words: 20263 ****** sold one shots ****** by sammikeys_(penns_baby) Summary This is a collection of one shots in my sold verse. I strongly suggest you read the other stories in the series before these. I'm taking requests for these just leave me a comment if you have one. Notes Sorry about the wait guys I have had zero ambition. Anyway here is the first one. Warning that there is drug use in this chapter so if that bothers you don't read it. Also I'm not condoning drug use. Don't do drugs kids. As always I own nothing. I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think. ***** Chapter 1 ***** Dean woke up to bright sunlight in his face. He rolled over with a quiet whine, they really needed to start remembering to pull the blinds before they went to bed. Castiel shifted behind him and Dean froze worried that he had woken his daddy. He sighed with relief when the man just sighed and tightened his hold before settling back down. Dean had just turned twelve a week ago. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, it wasn’t like anything changed. Of course he had been given a great birthday. One Week Ago Dean was laying by the pool letting his body rest after his swim. He was still getting used to this daily swim thing, but he did like having some outside time every day. He still had the occasional thought of his family when he wasn’t busy, like right now. Sammy would probably love this pool, of course Dean had seen a lot of things that Sammy would probably love. He wasn’t really sad about it anymore though. The more he had thought about it the more he had realized that his family hadn’t ever looked for him. Not that he really knew of anyway, he wasn’t allowed to watch TV. Sometimes he could watch movies with his daddy, but he wasn’t supposed to turn the TV on by himself. He didn’t really understand what the problem was, he couldn’t speak the language here anyway so its not like he could understand what anyone was saying. His daddy also wasn’t worried about violence like his old parents had been. Dean didn’t question it though he knew better than that. He heard the sliding door that led into the mansion they were staying in open. He was still pretty tired so he just turned his head toward the noise expecting to see Meg walking out to check on him. The person standing there wasn’t Meg, it was Castiel. Dean rolled up onto his knees and looked at his daddy, who sent him a glance and sat down on one of the chairs by the pool. Dean crawled over to him being careful not to break the skin on his knees. He was curious, the man wasn’t supposed to be home yet. He had left early this morning claiming he had meetings that Dean couldn’t be a part of. Dean’s tutor was supposed to come by a little later. He was having trouble in math, his tutor had told his daddy that Dean understood the concept he was just having some trouble making all the problems work right. It was an easy fix and it would only put Dean’s learning plan behind a couple of weeks. The man had been nervous, Dean understood that. His daddy was a scary man and he didn’t like being disappointed. For some reason Dean’s education really mattered to the man. That he didn’t understand it wasn’t like he was going to grow up and get a job or something. When he had voiced the question though all his daddy had said was that he wasn’t going to have a stupid child in his house. Dean had just nodded and let the man lead him to bed after that. He shouldn’t have asked in the first place. He knelt between Castiel’s legs, he would lean his head against the man like he normally did. He just didn’t want to get his nice clothes wet. That would be bad, not that he would really get in trouble for it he just still didn’t like ruining expensive things. It was a habit his daddy was trying to break. Every once in a while he liked to put Dean in expensive clothes just to rip them off of him a little later. Or he would lift Dean up onto the table during dinner and send all the dishes crashing to the floor. Dean never said anything but his daddy noticed how upset he would get when he found out how much the things they broke cost. So he did it more and more to get Dean used to the idea that what they ruined didn’t matter. Now if Dean broke something on his own he would probably be punished for it. He was supposed to exhibit grace, not be clumsy. Dean was never supposed to trip or fall or knock into things. It was really annoying sometimes. Dean had gotten good at it though. “You’re normally done with your swim by this time.” Dean almost jumped as his daddy spoke. He had been thinking hard and kind of zoned out. “I took it a little too hard this time, daddy. I’m trying to push myself. I guess I rested for too long.” Dean wasn’t making excuses. He was off schedule, but he thought he would have more time and it wouldn’t be noticed. “Don’t let it happen again. You have a schedule for a reason. I don’t want you ruining it because you did something that you couldn’t handle. If it becomes a regular thing I will take away your privileges to the pool and you can do your daily workout on the treadmill. I believe that you like being outside and would like to continue to be able to have outside time.” Dean knew without a doubt that his daddy was serious. He would take away any outside time that Dean had without any hesitation. “It wont happen again, daddy. I’m sorry, I’ll be good I promise.” Dean wasn’t above begging to be able to keep the things he wanted. It didn’t always work, actually he suspected that it never really did. His daddy just really liked hearing him beg. “See that it doesn’t. You have been with me long enough to know my rules. Go shower we have a long day together today. I’m actually surprised you haven’t asked about it already.” That made Dean pause. Why would he ask about their plans for the day? He never did that it wasn’t his place. What would make his daddy think that today was so special? “Plans, daddy?” Dean knew that the confusion that he was feeling was showing on his face. “Do you not remember the date?” It was normal for Dean to not know the date. He always knew the day of the week, because of his tutor and the occasional check up with his doctor. He wasn’t sure how Gabriel ran a clinic he was almost always with them, unless he hired other doctors to work there. He would travel with them until he annoyed Castiel too much and then he would go back to his clinic for a few months. Dean shook his head no to his daddy’s question trying to think. “No daddy. Did I forget something you told me? Nothing was on the day list.” The day list was something that Castiel had started a couple years ago. He got tired of telling Dean things he needed to get done every day. So instead he or Meg would write it out on a marker board that hung on the door to Dean’s classroom. Dean had a classroom set up in every place that they lived. That way on the rare occasion that Castiel had people over for meetings or he worked from home Dean wasn’t in his way. Dean had to check the day list every morning to make sure that he knew everything that was on it. If he didn’t complete his day list in time he spent the night in his cage. He hated his cage. He wasn’t in it real often, he’d learned to avoid it. It only took three times that he had to sleep in that thing and he would rather be whipped. It was too small for him to stretch out in when he laid down and it was too short for him to sit all the way up. So he had to lay curled up on his side and he would be awake most of the night because he couldn’t get comfortable. Also the bottom of the cage was too hard and Dean’s whole body would hurt for a couple days after. It actually reminded him a lot of a dogs cage except that Dean’s had places that you attach restraints to if you wanted. Dean hated that thought, he already couldn’t move very much in there but to have movement taken away completely would be something he hated more than anything. “Today is your birthday sweet pet.” Dean shook his head almost without realizing it. His birthday was in the winter. It was hot and sunny out. Then he stopped to think about it, he didn’t remember what country they were in. This was a place that they stayed in a lot. Maybe this place didn’t have winter. Castiel celebrated Dean’s birthday every year, Gabriel said once that it was because they didn’t get to celebrate their birthdays growing up. Dean had never questioned why that was, his daddy got very angry whenever his childhood was brought up. Gabriel brought it up from time to time and Castiel would always make him leave after that. “I didn’t know what date it is daddy.” At least he knew now why it was on his day list. It was something that his daddy would expect him to know. After all who forgot their own birthday? “I figured you had when you didn’t get excited about it this year. Now go take a shower, leave your collar off. I will pick you out an outfit, we are going out. I’ve cancelled your class time today.” Dean nodded and went to shower. After he got dried off and walked back in the bedroom. Castiel was sitting on the bed holding a box in his hands. Dean kneeled in front of the man again and let him run his fingers through his hair. Castiel handed the box to Dean but didn’t tell him to open it yet. “I didn’t plan on buying a pet that was so young. I went on the off chance that I could find someone to have sex with when I didn’t want to pick someone up. I was actually going to leave and then they brought you out. Such a pretty little boy, and you get prettier every year. I had to have you, I just never imagined getting so attached. You just amaze me everyday, most children even after training would scream and try to run away if they were taken out in public. Yet you never even try you just go where I tell you.” Dean smiled at his daddy’s words. He liked making the man proud and happy. “Open the box dove.” Dean carefully untied the red ribbon around the box and opened. Inside was a chain necklace, it was silver and beautiful. “This is to replace your collar. I can take you more places with me now without having to hide your neck. Do you like it baby?” “I love it daddy, thank you.” Dean took it out of the box and his daddy clasped it around his neck. “The other good thing is now you never have to take it off. This can get wet and you can sleep in it.” Dean smiled big he was so happy that he would always have this reminder. Later that night. Daddy had taken Dean out for dinner in a very nice restaurant then he had taken him to a club somewhere that had actually let Dean in without question. His daddy probably owned it because he was awesome like that. Castiel had given Dean a couple of little cakes and now Dean felt like he was floating. He didn’t know what was in them, but it had to be something. Castiel led Dean back into the mansion when they got home and the boy looked around giggling every once in a while. Colors weren’t staying where they were supposed to and for some reason that made Dean happy. “Good birthday dove?” Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist from behind and kissed his neck. Dean laughed because it tickled more than it ever had. “Yes daddy. The very best.” Castiel chuckled and pulled Dean into the bedroom and Dean took his clothes off and put them in the hamper. Or he thought he did it wouldn’t stay still. His daddy picked him up and laid him on a cloud and climbed over him. No wait….Dean looked around. No cloud just the bed. “Dean, pay attention. I know its hard right now, but stay here with me.” How could daddy know how floaty Dean was feeling. He hadn’t eaten any cakes, then again he did know everything. Dean looked into his daddy’s eyes. He had such pretty eyes. The man above him chuckled and Dean realized he said that out loud. Castiel leaned down and kissed Dean hard. Dean responded and then Castiel pulled back and stood up. Dean almost pouted, but watched Castiel remove his clothes. It was the best show he had ever seen, after that thought he frowned and looked for cameras. He didn’t want anyone else to see his daddy like that. “What are you looking for, Sweet?” “I thought we were on TV daddy.” Castiel climbed back over him. “Maybe next time.” He kissed Dean again and then Dean felt cold touching his hole. It didn’t feel bad and he giggled again. Then something slipped inside him and he moaned. Not big enough to be his daddy, but it still felt good. After a few minutes he was stretched a little wider and he knew he was moaning and making a lot of noise. He couldn’t help it though it felt so good. Whatever was stretching him was removed and Dean whimpered thinking he had done something wrong. Then he felt something bigger pushing into him. This was so much better because this was his daddy. Castiel pounded into him hard and fast and Dean was almost screaming with how good it felt. Then Castiel reached down and grabbed the chain around his throat and pulled. Dean couldn’t breath as well now, but he didn’t care because somehow it made this fell so much better. Castiel leant down and bit Dean’s earlobe and then whispered “Come for me pet.” And Dean couldn’t disobey that order even if he wanted to. He lay there floating for two reasons now, then Castiel came inside Dean and flopped on the bed next to him. He pulled Dean over on top of him and traced the marks on the boys neck from the chain. “Rest my pet, I don’t plan on letting you sleep much tonight.” Dean smiled it was the best birthday ever. ***** Chapter 2 ***** Chapter Summary Dean makes a scene and is punished. Chapter Notes Hi guys. I am so sorry. Life has not been real kind to me as of late. I'm getting everything sorted out though. So I am back. This unfortunately is all I'm posting tonight. More will be up on Thursday. So yeah, anyway again I am really sorry. As always I own nothing from the show. I don't have a beta so all mistakes are my own. Drop me a comment and let me know what you think. To anyone that has left a request either here or on anything else in this series. I have seen them and am working on them. So never fear they will all get written at some point. I'm actually kind of curious on this chapter to see who is sad for Dean and who isn't it should be interesting. So yeah let me know. Dean swallowed hard looking around the club. It was dark and smoky and absolutely filled with people. Daddy had told him that this club was a secret that’s why it wasn’t decorated on the outside and they needed a password to get in. Dean had to wonder if his daddy owned this place, it seemed like he owned a lot of different places. The man always took him places that people just seemed to respect him and tried to stay out of his way. Hell on the way into this club a couple people had turned around and walked the other way just to avoid getting in Castiel’s way. Dean could see why the man was scary as hell. The room they were in wasn’t big, it wasn’t the only room either though. This one seemed to be specifically for people with younger pets. At one end of the room was a bar, Dean couldn’t name any of the bottles on the shelves, but then again he didn’t drink. The bar had stools lined up in front of it. All over the room were tables and couches and a few arm chairs. All the fabric for the furniture was dark leather. Dean could only assume that was for easy cleanup, going by the activities he saw happening around the room. It all made sense now, this was a sex club or at least one that didn’t care about people having sex in it. Dean didn’t like it here, some of the kids here were younger than he had been when he was kidnapped. He just wanted to grab as many of them as he could and run. They would never make it out the door though, it didn’t take a genius to figure that out. This place was crawling with security, although they didn’t look like security guards, they just looked like regular guys. Big regular guys that just had a habit of standing menacingly around doorways. Yeah they were real subtle. Castiel was sitting on one of the couches with Dean kneeling on a pillow by his feet, head resting on Castiel’s knee. It was the way they always sat out in public, or the places that they could get away with it without being asked to leave. Here it was seemingly a normal occurrence. They were here for a business deal. Castiel had been trying to land this deal for awhile, although Dean couldn’t tell you what it was for. The man didn’t really let Dean in on his plans and Dean never asked about it. Not that it was his place to ask questions. The man they were meeting with gave Dean a bad feeling. He seemed like he should have a mustache like the evil men in cartoons. You know, the really long thin ones that always seemed pointy? Yeah he should have one of those, he didn’t though. He was always making Castiel offers for Dean and then laughing it off like it was a joke. Meg sat on the other side of Castiel, sipping a drink and occasionally writing something down on a clipboard. Dean, once again, found himself wondering what her actual job was called. She seemed to just help daddy run his life. Not that the man actually needed any help. Dean didn’t think he had ever seen a grown up that was as put together as Castiel was. He didn’t even jump at gunshots or anything. It was like nothing bothered him. Dean thought about him like he thought about the time that a police man had come to talk to his class. Dean decided that day that he was going to be a policeman, now Dean wanted to be like his daddy. Nothing scared Castiel and maybe when Dean got older he could do what his daddy did and he would scare everyone. Then he would make sure that no more kids got taken like he did. Castiel and the man continued on with their meeting, but Dean wasn’t paying any sort of attention. He was daydreaming about scaring all the people that hurt him during his training. He was ripped out of his daydream by a scream. Dean was torn out of his daydream and his head shot up. Across the room, by the bar, was a boy that couldn’t be older than six. He was holding his arm and crying. Dean watched as a man grabbed him by the collar around his neck and pulled him over a table. The man took off his belt and Dean turned his head away trying to ignore the screams. Castiel reached down and ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. He tried to lose himself in the feeling, but it wouldn’t work. He could still hear everything and it was just getting louder in his ears. Castiel finished the business meeting and ordered another drink. The man got up and left. Most people were acting like everything was normal. Dean was shaking and felt like he couldn’t draw in a full breath. He couldn’t just sit here and listen to this. That could be Sammy, what if that was Sammy? Dean knew he needed a distraction. If he tried to get up without one his daddy would grab him so quick that he wouldn’t have a chance. He grabbed the glass that the server set down and threw it in his daddy’s face before the man had time to react. He ignored the shout of surprise and then the one of rage and pushed himself up and away. He sprinted across the room as fast as he possibly could and pulled the boy off the table and behind him. Dean stood there breathing heavily and keeping one hand on the boy behind him. He knew how screwed he was. He had no weapon or any real leverage. Somehow deep down he knew that he made things bad for himself and worse for the boy behind him. That didn’t change anything though. He couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. He grabbed a heavy glass ashtray off the table next to him and held it ready to throw. It wouldn’t do much, but it made his point. He wasn’t going to give up. “Dean, you have five seconds to put the down and get back where you belong.” It took everything in Dean to stay standing where he was. Other pets were looking at him with something like awe and confusion. This was the first time this had really happened in public. Most of the time pets were too scared of punishment. The owners weren’t looking at him they were looking past him waiting to see what Castiel would do. “Dean, I want you to think very carefully. Is that boy worth what I will do to you? Because I am going to punish you in a way that will make you wish I had never taken you out tonight.” Dean was already wishing he wasn’t here. He shook his head, this wouldn’t do anything but maybe this boy would remember someone standing up for him. That was enough for Dean. Castiel strode forward and grabbed the boy right out of Dean’s grasp. Dean watched him hand the boy back to his owner. It was over he knew that, but that didn’t stop him. He threw the ashtray at the guard by the door and ran. He knew he wouldn’t get anywhere, but he had to get out of there. Maybe he could find the police and help the other kids, then he would go back and take his punishment. Castiel caught up with him before he even got through the door. He grabbed Dean’s collar and threw him to the floor. Dean laid there and tried to breathe but he wasn’t having much luck. Castiel pinned him down by placing a foot on his chest, not pushing down just making sure Dean didn’t try to get up. Dean listened to Castiel talk to the other people in the room. Apologizing for his wayward pet and promising punishment. He also bought drinks for the rest of the night for the guy that Dean had tried to take the boy from. Castiel stepped back and pulled Dean up by his hair. Dean cried out, but didn’t try to get away. He didn’t think he needed to make things any worse for himself. Castiel dragged Dean to the car and all the way home he didn’t speak to or touch him. Dean couldn’t help himself, he started crying hard. He knew how much trouble he was in. When they got home Dean went into the bedroom and got undressed without being told. Castiel came in after him and pulled a paddle out of their special box. This box sat in the corner of the bedroom and was only used for punishment because everything that was in it was nasty. The paddle that Castiel pulled out was a black leather studded one. Dean could only guess how much that would hurt. “Bend over the dresser. You are getting one hundred with this and then you are going to spend the night in your cage. For the rest of the week you will get one meal a day and you won’t see your tutor or anyone that isn’t me. Every night before bed you will receive a spanking with this. Maybe next time you will think twice.” He started in on Dean. He tried to hold out without making a sound he really did. By fifteen Dean was crying harder. By twenty he was whimpering and by fifty he was screaming. Castiel gave him the promised one hundred and then dragged him over to his cage in the corner and pushed him inside. After he locked Dean in he put a water bottle in reach. Dean closed his eyes and tried to stop both his tears and the shaking. He was trying to find a position that didn’t put too much pressure on what he was a mass of bruises now, but it was hard. Castiel took a shower and came out. He turned off the lights and got into bed. Dean wanted to be up there with him, but he knew it was his fault he wasn’t. When he was pretty sure Castiel was asleep he whispered. “I’m sorry daddy, I love you.” Dean finally found a semi-comfortable position and closed his eyes. He didn’t really sleep until the sky outside the window started to get lighter. ***** Chapter 3 ***** Chapter Summary The story behind the first picture Mary got in Sold. Chapter Notes Hey guys. I will be responding to comments tomorrow I think. So rest assured I have seen your comments and love every one. Anyway this is the new chapter I hope everyone likes it. As always I own nothing. This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine. So let me know what you think. Dean snuggled into Castiel’s side. He didn’t like to be too far away from the man ever since he had been taken from him. Sure he hadn’t really been hurt during his time away, but he still didn’t like thinking of his time with the Winchesters. It made him think of too many questions. Questions he would never have the answer to. So it was just for the best that he didn’t think of it. He had gotten permission to do one last thing, he needed them to know he was ok. It wasn’t for his sake it was for theirs. He believed that if he didn’t find some way to let them know they would always question it in the back of their minds. He didn’t want that. So now he was sitting next to Castiel flipping through photo albums. Castiel always said that Dean was too beautiful to not document. The man was always either taking pictures or having pictures taken of Dean. He flipped the page and came across a picture of him from his first Christmas with Castiel. He remembered that day, it had been the first time since he was taken that he hadn’t been afraid. (Christmas after Castiel bought Dean) Dean woke to snow. This wasn’t a strange thing at all considering they were in New York. It got really cold and snowed around this time of year. What was strange was that he was alone in the bed. His daddy didn’t leave him alone in bed. He said that Dean had a job to do in that bed and he wasn’t supposed to be there unless he could do his job. Dean sat up in bed and looked around. Maybe daddy had just gone to the bathroom or something. The bathroom door was open though and Dean couldn’t hear or see anyone inside. He might have had a work emergency that happened early this morning. That had happened before, but he usually woke Dean up for those and let him sleep on the floor in his office. Before he had time to really panic over it the door opened and the man himself walked in. “Good morning Dean.” Castiel took a seat on the edge of the bed and ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. “Good morning daddy.” Dean really wanted to ask where the man had been, but he knew better than to ask questions. It daddy wanted him to know daddy would tell him. “I was under the impression that children were usually up very early on this day every year.” Oh no, this was Dean’s fault. He was supposed to keep track of the date, but he wasn’t very good at it. His days usually blended together and it never mattered what day it was. Castiel took pity on him because of his shocked look. “It’s Christmas Dean.” Dean didn’t know what that meant for him. Did they celebrate holidays? He wasn’t sure. Castiel chuckled at his confusion and then leaned forward and kissed Dean hard. Dean did his best to kiss back. Castiel broke the kiss and pulled Dean’s head back by his hair and kissed and nipped on a spot on his neck. Dean didn’t have to look to know there was a bruise there above his collar. Daddy did love to leave his marks. Castiel took a shirt out of his closet and threw it to Dean. Dean put it on and did up the buttons. Most of the time if he was allowed any clothes at all it was just one of his daddy’s shirts and only because it was a little chilly inside. Then Castiel pulled Dean downstairs and sat him down on the floor in front of the fireplace. Dean was warm with the fire behind him. Daddy sat in the chair across from him and placed a pile of five presents in front of him. There had been no way Dean had been expecting this. He looked up at Castiel who nodded. “Open your presents my sweet pet.” The first present that Dean opened had a toy in it. Dean was surprised he hadn’t been expecting a toy. It was a toy car that looked just like his father’s car had. Dean smiled big. “Thank you daddy.” Castiel motioned for him to open the next. Dean placed his car down carefully beside him. The second present was a new paddle. It was black leather and studded. Dean didn’t like the look of this one and it must have shown on his face because Castiel laughed. “I will admit, baby, that one is more for me than for you. It will be used on you if you are bad. I thought it should be one of your presents.” Dean smiled. He would just have to refrain from being bad. “I like it. Thank you daddy.” Castiel snorted slightly. He knew Dean didn’t like it, but he didn’t say anything and Dean picked up the next present. This one was an outfit. It looked like one of the ones that boys wore when their schools had a uniform. Dean’s school had almost had uniforms, but they decided against it. Dean looked up at Castiel, once again completely confused. “I will teach you what role playing is baby.” Dean liked that idea. Playing meant games. Maybe his daddy was going to play pretend with him. Dean thanked his daddy, excited at the thought of getting to play a game again. The fourth present turned out to be a giant bag of peanut m&m’s. Dean had to wonder how his daddy knew those were his favorite candy. He also had to wonder why he was getting candy. His daddy didn’t like him to have too much sugar. He said it made Dean too bouncy and not in a good way, whatever that meant. “Those are a treat baby. You only get some when I give them to you, understand.” Dean nodded and thanked his daddy before picking up the last present. The last present was a glass plug. Dean had used these before, although this one was smaller. It was heavy and Dean didn’t think it would feel very good inside. It never had with any of the other ones before. “That’s special. Some days you will wear that all day. Some days, baby, I will need you faster than I normally do and I don’t want to hurt you so on those days you will wear that and stay ready for my use.” Dean nodded still staring at the plug. He slowly set it down and ran over to sit on his daddy’s lap. He kissed Castiel just as hard as the man normally kissed him. “Thank you daddy, I love all my presents.” Castiel kissed him again and told him to go occupy himself while Castiel worked. Dean spent the rest of the morning driving his car in circles in front of the fireplace. It was the best Christmas ever. ***** Chapter 4 ***** Chapter Summary Story behind the second picture that Mary got. Chapter Notes Hi guys. So probably going to be two chapters today. I find myself with a little more free time. I will also be getting to comments today. I'm trying to get through the stories behind the pictures that Mary got at the end of sold. As always I own nothing. This chapter isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine and there might be a few. Anyway as always let me know what you think It was cold and rainy outside. Dean was pretty sure they were in France somewhere. He lost track of where they were, because he had been pretty out of it the day before. Traveling always made him really tired, of course that could be the medicine that daddy gave him. He said that Dean got too stressed during flights and it wasn’t good for his health. Dean didn’t much care, his tutor usually told him where they were anyway. They all seemed to like teaching Dean about the places they were in. It was usually pretty interesting even if Dean didn’t like history too much and it always seemed to make his daddy happy when Dean told him about the things that he learned. Dean hated when it was cold and rainy out. That meant that he didn’t get his outside time like usual. Dean sighed and rolled his car further along the floor in the hallway he was currently laying in. It had been two years since daddy had gotten him his car and it was still Dean’s favorite thing. It went everywhere they went and it helped Dean get through hours when his daddy was working and he had nothing else to do. Like right now, his daddy was away in a meeting that he had deemed too dangerous to bring Dean to. Dean didn’t even know what that meant. His daddy was like the most powerful person ever. How could anything be dangerous as long as he was there? Since his daddy had left Dean behind he guessed he would never find out. He was stuck in the mansion with Meg who was his caretaker on days like today. Dean rolled his car into one of the living rooms. Meg was laying on the couch reading a magazine. Dean watched his car roll under the couch and crawled over to retrieve it. “Don’t you have a list to be completing?” Meg asked without looking up from her magazine. “Finished it already. Daddy has been gone for a long time.” Dean fished his car out from under the couch and rolled it in the other direction. “You know I can add things to that list if you’re bored.” Dean knew she could, he also knew she wouldn’t. That would make extra work for her, because she would have to check to make sure he did everything right. She didn’t like having to do more work than was necessary. “When’s he going to be back?” Dean wasn’t really expecting an answer. He never got one on days like these. “He’ll be back when he gets back. And if I tell him you were questioning his choices you’ll have a red ass not too long after he gets back.” Dean knew she was telling the truth this time. Meg loved to see him uncomfortable. Dean really didn’t want a spanking today. “What about my tutor. Is he coming today?” It wasn’t on the list, but it was possible that daddy didn’t put it on there for some reason. “No. Clarence is going to find you a new one. He didn’t like the way that the last one was looking at you, said the man touched you too much.” Dean nodded he was used to daddy firing people because he thought they wanted more from Dean. He didn’t know if they did or not but if daddy said they did then he was probably right. He crawled over to where his car had come to a stop and laid down on the floor again. The sound of the rain on the roof and the warm air of the room was making him drowsy. Daddy always kept it warm in the house because Dean wasn’t really allowed to have clothes too often. Dean heard the front door open and was on his feet running for the front hallway. Meg followed behind him at a slower pace. There was only one person who could get through security without being announced. Castiel was standing by the front door hanging up his coat. His hair was wet from the rain, but the rest of him was pretty dry which meant that the driver had dropped him off right by the front door. Dean slid to his knees next to him gracefully as he had been taught to. Castiel smiled and ran a hand through his hair. “Hello my pretty pet. Did you finish your list today?” Dean nodded and leaned his forehead against the man’s leg. “Yes daddy. Would you like to check?” Castiel shook his head no. He never checked even though Dean asked every time. Sometimes Meg would check, but even that wasn’t real often. Castiel walked into the living room with Dean right behind him to find that Meg had already reclaimed her spot on the couch. He sat in his chair and him and Meg talked for a little while about the meeting. After about an hour Meg left claiming she had a hot date. Castiel picked up the book he had left sitting on the table beside him. Dean was kneeling next to him with his head resting against Castiel’s knee. Castiel began reading his book out loud. He claimed to like reading out loud said that it helped him concentrate. Dean liked to think it was a little for his benefit too. Neither one of them noticed Meg taking a picture before she left. ***** Chapter 5 ***** Chapter Summary the third picture Chapter Notes Hey guys last chapter for today. As always I own nothing. This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think. The water was cool around him as Dean finished his fourth lap around the pool. One more and he was done for the day. Sometimes he wished he could stay in the pool all day, but he still had a list to complete. His daddy had gotten him started on yoga, he said that he liked how flexible that it made Dean. Dean kind of liked it too it was very relaxing. Also Gabriel was supposed to be coming by today for Dean’s checkup. He liked those a lot less. He didn’t mind Gabriel, actually the man was the closest Dean had to a friend. However, the man had the tendency to poke Dean with needles. He said that it was to help, but Dean felt like he just got off on it. Dean finished his final lap and pulled himself out of the pool. Gabriel was sitting in one of the lounging pool chairs with a sucker in his mouth. Dean ignored him in favor of wiping the water off his face. “Heya kiddo. How goes it?” Dean didn’t move from his spot by the pool, but he did throw his towel back down. He preferred to air dry everything except for his face. Pool water really stung if it got into your eyes. Dean walked over and hugged Gabriel knowing he was getting the man wet and not caring. Castiel didn’t really care if Gabriel touched Dean a little. Just as long as nothing sexual ever happened or the touch didn’t go on for longer than acceptable. “What did you bring me?” Every time that Gabriel came by for a checkup and Castiel wasn’t home Dean got a special treat. Castiel didn’t like Dean eating too much sugar or processed food in general. Gabriel smiled and pulled out a package of snack cakes. There were two in the package and Dean could practically taste them. “You get one for before and one for after or I could have one and you could have one if you prefer.” Dean threw his head back and laughed. If Gabriel thought, he was getting one of Dean’s precious treats he should think again. Dean was a fourteen-year-old boy; he could eat anything. He just didn’t get the chance real often. Sometimes daddy would get him peanut m&m’s as a treat. He didn’t notice Meg taking the picture from the doorway and he really didn’t notice Castiel walking in the door. He was just starting to reach out for the snack cakes when Castiel came outside. “What’s going on out here? You didn’t come greet me baby.” Dean dropped to his knees as quickly and gracefully as he could without hurting himself. “I’m sorry daddy. I didn’t hear you come in. I was just asking the good doctor if I could do my yoga first since he’s here early.” Dean looked up at Castiel from underneath his lashes. He knew the man couldn’t resist him when he looked like that. “I think I will help you with your yoga today. Gabriel do you want to go prepare the exam room?” Castiel kept a fully stocked exam room everywhere they stayed. He didn’t want to ever have to take Dean to the hospital. He didn’t like them. Gabriel nodded and Castiel didn’t miss him putting something back in his pocket. He didn’t ask about it just yet though. He had had a long day and no he needed some stress relief. He watched Dean set up for his yoga. Castiel had gone all out, he made sure the boy had everything he needed. He had a nice comfy mat and even peaceful music to play. Dean put on his music in the living room and made his way over to the mat he laid out. Castiel watched him go through the poses that he knew loving the way the boy looked all stretched out. He was like an addiction. The only drug that Castiel would ever want or need and for a man that ran one of the world’s largest drug empires that was saying something. Castiel finally had enough watching. “On your back Dean and spread those gorgeous legs.” Dean looked surprised for a second and then hurried to do as he was told. The boy looked so beautiful and Castiel was sure that the boy had to be some sort of demon. A demon that was sent to keep him off track. If he was a weaker man he would never get out of bed, not with Dean there to keep him entertained. Castiel had to stop himself from making a donation to that training facility a couple times. They had brought Dean to him and he almost felt like that deserved something special. He didn’t though, he hated that place. The thought made him sick if he was honest. Not because of the kidnapping and slave training he couldn’t care less about those things. The amount of profit and the fact that he hadn’t thought of it first were the things that sickened him. Oh well, he had thoughts about getting into the business, but he was already the largest drug supplier along with the one who ran most of the prostitution. Castiel blinked a few times to clear his thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking those things. He straddled Dean’s chest and pulled himself out of his pants. He wanted that mouth first and then he would move onto more interesting things. Dean moaned as he sucked his daddy into his mouth. He loved the way the man tasted. The first time he had done this he had worried that it would taste bad. It really didn’t though and Dean loved it more and more every time he did it. Which, if he was being honest was every day multiple times a day. Castiel started talking while he thrust in and out of Dean’s mouth. “I have to wonder, pet, what you are hiding from me. I’m used to my brother hiding things, but you didn’t honestly think I would fall for your little lie out there did you? Do you think me stupid?” Dean shook his head as best he could. He didn’t think his daddy was stupid he just wanted his snack cake. Castiel used his mouth for a little longer and then pulled out. He moved in between Dean’s spread legs and coated his fingers in lube from a bottle that Dean couldn’t even begin to tell you where it came from. He slipped two fingers in Dean right off the bat. He was still loose from the morning so it wasn’t more than uncomfortable. Dean threw his head back and moaned. It felt so good, ever since he had learned how good this could feel he had come to somewhat crave it. Dean whined as his daddy put another finger in he wanted the man in him. He wouldn’t ask though. He couldn’t, this wasn’t his show. He was just a toy in all this, a toy who enjoyed it but a toy just the same. When his daddy finally entered him he almost screamed. The man set a punishing pace holding Dean’s legs to his chest and it felt so good Dean almost couldn’t think. He was moaning and screaming for his daddy and loving every second. He whined when the man put a ring on him cutting off his orgasm. That wasn’t fair. “That is your punishment for lying to me and rest assured my lying little whore, I will find out what’s going on. Then your ass will be red and I will be very, very satisfied.” Castiel’s thrusts sped up and then he stilled and Dean could feel his daddy’s cum filling him. After a second or two to catch his breath Castiel told Dean to go get cleaned up for his exam. Dean went into the bathroom to take a cold shower. ***** Chapter 6 ***** Chapter Summary the club picture that Mary got in sold. Chapter Notes Hi guys. So this one is a little shorter, but I felt like I ended it right. It's also a little more fluffy than I originally wanted to go. I was apparently in a fluff mood tonight. Anyway I hope you like it. Let me know what you think. As always I don't own anything from the show. I wish I did, but I don't. This is not beta'd all mistakes are my own. I wrote this one all in one sitting so there are probably mistakes. I had less time than I thought I did today but I wanted to get something up for the people who were waiting. The lights were bright and flashing in the darkness of the rest of the club. Dean walked slowly a single step behind his daddy. The man still didn’t trust him very much in a club setting even though it had been years since what Dean deemed ‘the incident’. This was the first time in a while he had been allowed full clothing and the cloth rubbed against the welts and bruises on his back and ass. He had gotten a sound whipping with a crop before they left to remind him not to forget the rules. Castiel hadn’t wanted to go out tonight. He claimed that he was tired and wanted to soak in the hot tub for hours with Dean. Gabriel had convinced him in the end to give it at least a couple of hours. He said that he wanted to check this club out for years and while they were here they might as well. Of course the owner knew who Castiel was, there were very few people who didn’t. They were giving them the VIP section for the night, which Dean was happy about. The place was packed and he didn’t want to get separated from his daddy. Castiel sat down once they got to the VIP section and pulled Dean down onto his lap. He ordered himself a whiskey and a juice for Dean. Dean didn’t get anything stronger without his daddy’s permission which he apparently wasn’t getting tonight. Gabriel ordered something that probably had too much sugar to actually taste good. After the drinks were brought to them he picked up a conversation with the waitress. She was flirting right back although she was probably just hoping for a big tip. Dean kept looking at the people on the dance floor. He couldn’t seem to not look at them, there were so many people and they were packed so tight together. Every single person that walked off that dance floor looked happy though and Dean wondered what it was that made them so happy. Castiel leaned up and whispered in Dean’s ear. “What’s got your attention tonight?” Castiel had become very jealous ever since Dean had hit puberty. Like he actually believed Dean would look at others. He had his daddy and that was all he needed. “The dancing daddy.” Castiel smiled and stood up setting Dean on his feet. He pulled him out and onto the dance floor. There were a lot of people out here, but they all gave them space. It was like something in them was sensing that Castiel was a very dangerous man. Castiel held on to Deans hips and moved them both to the beat of the music. They didn’t dance much and when they did it usually was a slow buildup to sex. This was fun though, it was like Dean was staking a claim on his daddy out here in front of all these people. After four or five songs Dean was hot and thirsty. His daddy noticed because there wasn’t much that the man didn’t notice. He pulled Dean from the floor and back to their section. Gabriel was now in deep conversation with a group of two girls and three guys that were sitting around him. He had a habit of attracting crowds when he went out. Castiel said it was because he was a shameless slut. Gabriel said he was a people person. Castiel sat down and pulled Dean on his lap facing him this time. He held the glass and gave Dean sips of his juice until he was happy and comfortable again. He set the glass down on the table and pulled Dean closer with a hand on the back of his neck. He kissed Dean hard and then leaned his forehead against the boys. “Happy now baby?” Dean nodded and answered with a yes. This had been a great night. They spent the next couple hours sitting in that chair alternating between making out and having conversations over the music. After a few hours Gabriel told them he was leaving with a few people. He said he had a party to go to and told them not to wait up. Dean knew what that meant he was going to have a lot of sex. Castiel pulled Dean out of the club and back to the mansion they were staying in. He ordered Dean to strip and then took off his own clothes. They got into the hot tub naked and Castiel let Dean share his glass of wine. They sat out there for a while until Dean was all pruney and Castiel fucked him hard and fast against the side. Later after a shared shower and another round they slipped into bed. Castiel grabbed ahold of the collar around Dean’s neck. He had a habit of doing this while they slept so that Dean couldn’t get out of bed without waking him. Dean smiled, this night had been great. He fell asleep with a smile on his face and dreamt of his daddy and flashing club lights. ***** Chapter 7 ***** Chapter Summary The last picture from sold. Chapter Notes Hi guys. So this is the last picture and I can now get to some other one shots that I have thought up but not written yet. so....YAY. Anyway thank you for all the kudos and comments. They make my whole day when I get them. So right now my planning has come down to this. I will continue writing these. I have another chapter of my other fic freedom through submission that I want to get out at some point and I have a new fic that I'm going to try to get the first chapter up this week. Well possibly two fics maybe. I don't know. So rant time. You can of course skip this if you would like. I wont think less of you. When did the general attitude of fanfic go from 'don't like don't read' to ' I don't like what your writing so I need to tell you what a horrible person you are.' This isn't because anyone said anything to me, but I ran across something like this earlier today. Writing something dark for fanfic doesn't make you a bad person it just makes you a writer. It's called fiction for a reason and I just have to wonder when people stopped caring about the definition of fiction. Writing stuff and putting it out there for people to read is already hard enough without having to worry about someone telling you that you suck as a person. I'm just tired of people that write or draw or sculpt of cheese or whatever it is that people do feeling scared to put it out there because some people have to ruin everything. You know fanfiction and fan art was created as a free expression of an already existing story and it just really upsets me that people have to ruin that for other people. It's the same problem I have with people in fandoms not being able to express opinions without being told they are wrong. So anyway sorry, rant over. It just upset me and I had to get it out somewhere so I figured why not here where you aren't forced to read it but it makes me feel better. Anyway let me know what you think. Again thank you for commenting and kudosing (yeah that's a word. You got something to say about it. :) ) Dean kissed his daddy as the car pulled away from the Winchester’s home. He was so happy to be back where he belonged. Not that the Winchester’s were bad people, but they weren’t what he needed. There was no structure or discipline in that home. They let their children just talk to them however they wanted to. Dean didn’t agree with that at all, but then again he wasn’t a parent. He was glad to be back where he belonged in the world that he was used to living in. Castiel was looking over the stuffed cat that Dean had asked to bring with him. He had really gotten attached to it in the time that he had been gone. Castiel looked like he couldn’t decide whether to be confused or disgusted by it. He was holding it by one ear and Dean was concerned he was going to throw it out the window. “It’s not a sickness Cassie. You won’t get infected by touching it.” Gabriel was smirking at his brother like he had never seen anything so funny, but was trying very hard not to actually laugh at his dangerous younger brother. “It carries who knows how many germs. Also there is no real point to these things.” Castiel handed the stuffed cat to Dean who took it gratefully. Castiel had never understood stuffed animals. Or really toys at all. The only toy that Dean had ever had was his toy car. Up until the wheel had fallen off anyway, but that had been years after he had gotten it. “Actually it’s been proven that stuffed animals help children and even some adults out emotionally. They make children grow up to be not you.” Gabriel spoke in his doctor voice. He liked to think that it made people listen to him more. “There is nothing wrong with me Gabriel. I am living the ‘American dream’ I am successful. I have more money than I know what to do with. And I have something half my age that lives with me and will have sex with me whenever I want.” Castiel shot a smug smile at his older brother. “You can’t show your face anywhere near a police station or you will be arrested on sight. You spend most of your time out of the country making illegal deals to the point that I don’t think you even know how do anything legitimately anymore. And you bought a boy more than half your age that is trained to have sex with you whenever you want. I don’t think that’s they life anyone really has in mind.” Castiel just rolled his eyes at his brother and turned his attention to Dean. He pulled Dean up onto his lap and kissed him. “If you want to keep that thing I will allow it. However, it is not allowed anywhere near the bedroom and I don’t want to see it.” Dean responded by kicking it under the car seat so his daddy couldn’t see it now. “Yes daddy.” Castiel leaned in and Dean happily went back to kissing his daddy. He didn’t notice when the car pulled into the private airstrip that they used. Castiel slipped Dean the pill that he used when they had to fly. Dean was used to travelling, but Castiel didn’t want to try making him fly without the meds. The last time he had done that Dean had a panic attack and passed out. So he never wanted to risk that again. It was easier to just have him swallow a pill. Dean fell asleep on the plane and woke up when they landed in Brazil. He was thankful for the sleep, because he hadn’t been getting any lately. Castiel actually looked like he had slept a little although Dean knew better. His daddy never slept in public he said it was an unnecessary risk. They got to the mansion that they always stayed at when they were here. Castiel took Dean into his study saying that he had work he needed to get done, now that he could concentrate on the important stuff. Gabriel came in with them saying that he was keeping an eye on Dean’s mental state and Castiel’s blood pressure. He had thought that was pretty funny. Gabriel turned on some movie and pulled out a bag of candy bars. It was his favorite pastime. Dean grabbed the book he had been reading before his forced vacation and Castiel sat at his desk to work. Nobody mentioned how Dean’s stuffed cat had made it in the room with them and none of them noticed Meg taking a picture. Although Dean and Castiel would smile later when they saw it. ***** Chapter 8 ***** Chapter Summary Dean sees his friends again Chapter Notes Hi guys. Sorry about the later update. I started a couple new stories so check those out if you would like. This isn't over yet though I still have a few chapters left to write. As always I own nothing. This is not beta'd so all mistakes are my own. Thank you for all the comments and kudos. They help me get through the days. Let me know what you think. Dean looked at the suit he was wearing in the mirror. He hated it, it was too constricting. Of course he thought that about most clothes. He hadn’t really minded the clothes the Winchester’s had gotten him during his short stay. His daddy hated them, but Dean thought they were at least not restricting. However, his daddy told him to wear a suit so suit it was. The door behind him opened and Castiel was crossing the room before Dean even really registered that he was there. Castiel turned Dean around and pressed a hard kiss to his lips. Dean smiled and fixed his daddy’s tie. The man never could keep it straight. “I wish I could cancel this dinner party. I would rather spend all night screwing you on every surface available.” Castiel had been like this since he had gotten Dean back. He wanted the two of them to be alone almost all the time. He also was less trusting of everyone, something that Dean hadn’t known was a possibility. The man had never really trusted anyone. Castiel unclipped the chain from around Dean’s neck and then slid a slender leather collar around his neck. “Nobody can miss that.” That was a newer development too. Before he had relied on the chain collar and his marks to warn everyone that Dean was his. Now he wanted there to be absolutely no doubt about it. “Let’s get this over with.” Dean followed his daddy into the dining room. The table was full all except for the seat at the head of the table, of course. Castiel took his seat and Dean sank to his knees next to his daddy’s chair as always. As the meal progressed Castiel spoke to those around him in soft authoritative tones. From what Dean could gather this dinner was to make up for some meetings that Castiel had skipped during Deans absence. Castiel fed Dean from his hand through the whole dinner. Dean hadn’t really realized how much he had missed this while he had been gone. This was euphoria, it could only be made better if they were the only ones in the room. Dean would take this though. After dinner Castiel stood up and announced they were moving the party to the basement. Dean shivered at that thought. The basement was set up like one of Castiel’s clubs and every time they went down their Dean was sore for days, the good kind of sore. Castiel and Dean led everyone down to the basement and a couple members of the staff served everyone drinks. Dean sat on Castiel’s lap and took a sip of his daddy’s drink when the man held the glass to his lips. Castiel kissed him hard after, he always said he loved the taste of alcohol on Dean’s lips. Dean was content to just sit there and focus on his daddy until he caught a flash of red hair. Dean shook himself mentally. It couldn’t be he was just seeing things. Dean couldn’t stop himself from looking though. There sitting next to a very sour looking women was Charlie. It had been years since he had seen her, but he knew he was right. She hadn’t changed that much. Sitting a little way from her was Ash, Dean was sure it was him even though he wouldn’t look up from the floor. Charlie caught Dean’s gaze while trying to be as subtle as possible. Dean had a feeling she had probably been trying to do it all night, but he hadn’t noticed her. First she smiled, happy that he had seen her, then still trying to be as subtle as possible nodded behind Dean then looked down at the floor. Dean turned his head and caught his daddy’s raised eyebrow. The man hadn’t said anything yet, but he was getting angry. Dean knew the signs. He leaned down and kissed and licked at his daddy’s neck. Without sitting up he looked over the back of the chair. Sitting next to the bar was Jo. She looked pretty beaten up and Dean felt bad. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to protect all of them, they were his friends. He knew now that they didn’t get owners that were as good as his. There was nothing he could do though. Dean must have lost track of time and been still for far too long. Before he knew it there was a hand gripped in his hair pulling his head back hard. Dean gasped at the sudden pain but didn’t fight against it. Castiel stood up and walked out into the hallway with his hand still gripping Dean’s hair tight. “Do you want to tell me what the hell is so interesting to you tonight? Or would you rather I paddle it out of you?” Dean’s breath sped up. His daddy was pissed. “I just saw someone daddy. I’m sorry.” Dean knew it wasn’t going to be good enough, but he was hoping he could calm the man down some. Castiel stepped closer, crowding Dean up against the wall with barely enough room to breathe. “And just who in the fuck is more important to you than me?” Castiel was yelling at Dean now. He was about a minute from getting hit he knew it. “Nobody, daddy, I swear nobody could ever be as important to me.” Dean was almost crying now. He really meant it. There was no one on earth that was more important than his daddy. “There are some people here that I never thought I would see again. They are my group from the training facility I was in. It just surprised me daddy I swear.” “Which ones? Obviously the red head the was making at eyes at you, but who else?” Dean told him. Once he started he couldn’t stop. He told his daddy about the ride to the facility where they met. He explained how things were there and he even told him about the promise they had made to each other. The promise that Dean had failed to keep. Castiel listened through all of it and even though his hands had gripped tighter on Dean when he told him about the promise. Then without saying anything he curled his fingers around Dean’s collar and pulled him back into the room. He kept his fingers around Dean’s collar as he walked around the room and talked to a few people. Castiel led Dean up the stairs and into his office. Without speaking he sat Dean on the edge of the desk and kissed him hard. Dean could taste blood from where his lip had split. He moaned and leaned into his daddy. The man continued kissing Dean until there was a knock on his door. Meg opened the door and led six people inside. Dean’s eyes widened slightly when he saw his friends. Castiel cleared his throat getting everyone’s attention, like he actually believed he didn’t already have the whole rooms attention. “Thank you for coming up for this private meeting. I apologize for taking you away from the party.” Castiel waited for acknowledgment from everyone before he continued. “I chose the three of you for this because I understand that your pets came from the same training facility as my Dean. I’m looking into buying the place and I figured you three might have an interest.” He ran a hand through Dean’s hair and cupped his cheek. “Now I have a room where the pets can go while we discuss things.” The other three looked uncomfortable and one even spoke up about it. “Unless you would like to admit that my Dean is trained better than your pets?” Castiel spoke with a smirk that Dean could only describe as sexy. “Dean take these three upstairs to the lounge. Victor will stand watch.” Dean hopped off the edge of the desk and gave his daddy a kiss. “Yes daddy.” He led his friends out of the office and up to the lounge under Victors watchful eye. Once they all got into the room Dean closed the door knowing that is what his daddy would want just in case anyone happened to wander up from the basement and make it this far upstairs. “Dean! We were all so worried about you. We’ve seen each other over the years, but no one ever saw you.” Of course Charlie was the first to speak. “Sorry. We aren’t actually in the united states a lot.” Dean felt like he could cry finally seeing his friends again after all this time. “I heard about what happened to you. They were all talking about it. How the police got a hold of Castiel Novak’s pet. None of the used your name though.” Ash finally looked up as he spoke and Dean couldn’t hold his gasp in. One of his eyes was swollen shut and there were other cuts and bruises on his face. “I’m so sorry guys. It was so confusing and I didn’t even think of our promise. Maybe because I didn’t want to hear that you guys didn’t make it.” There were tears building in Dean’s eyes. “We understand Dean. I mean yeah it sucks. Big time. But none of us have been there and can’t even imagine what it was like.” Jo was quiet as she talked and Dean had to resist hugging her. He knew Castiel wouldn’t like that. The four of them sat and talked like old times. Catching each other up on what had been missed over the years. Dean was happy when Meg came up to retrieve them. That night after everyone had gone home Dean and his daddy laid in bed catching their breath and Castiel told him that he would see his friends again. ***** Chapter 9 ***** Chapter Notes Dear gosh this is so late. I'm so so so sorry. I haven't abandoned anything I promise. I just misplaced my muse for a while. Seriously I lost all my love for writing for a little bit. Not sure why, but its back now. We had to put my dog down, we had her for over ten years. She just kept getting sicker. I think I just had to take time to get over that. I'm better now. However I am not sure what my updating is going to be like for a while. Just please continue to be patient with me. So anyway this one takes place on Halloween which I know was like forever ago and I'm sorry. But you know better late than never. As always I own nothing. This is not beta'd so all mistakes are mine or the fault of word which autocorrects things sometimes. Let me know what you think. Thank you to everyone who has left comments or kudos. Even if I don't answer for a while I see every comment and it always makes the sun shine a bit brighter. Dean looked down at the sidewalk below the penthouse they were staying in. People walked back and forth down below in costume. It was Halloween and he was having a lot of trouble paying attention to his tutor. They were going over the Salem witch trials because the man thought it would be a fun Halloween topic. It wasn’t that Dean wasn’t interested in the topic because he was, it was just that he hadn’t been out for Halloween since he was seven and he was sixteen now. That was a long time to go without going out on what people said was the most fun day of the year. Daddy hadn’t said anything about going anywhere tonight so Dean wasn’t getting his hopes up. “Dean are you listening? There wasn’t going to be a quiz over any of this material but I can write one if you are having trouble paying attention.” Dean’s head snapped up. He had forgotten about his tutor. His tutor was an older man, somewhere in his late fifties if Dean had to guess. He wore suits every day and drank tea hot which Dean thought was gross. He had a feeling that Castiel had gotten this man to be his tutor because he didn’t have to worry about being here with him. Dean’s last tutor had been younger and after Castiel had seen the man with Dean he insisted that he be present for all of Dean’s sessions with his tutor. Dean was certain that the man had died. “I’m sorry. Just having a hard time focusing today. Late night last night you know?” Dean leaned back in his seat and smirked. Anything that sounded at all like a sexual comment about him and Castiel made his tutor uncomfortable. He would never say anything about it and Dean was pretty sure that he wasn’t actually allowed to. He remembered the one time that the man had walked in early to see Dean and Castiel on the couch in a compromising position. He hadn’t come early since and he refused to be anywhere in the house besides the room that was always put aside for Dean’s studies. “Yes……. well try to concentrate please.” Dean nodded and picked up the book he was supposed to be following along in. He heard the front door close and shook his head. Meg had been in a bad mood all day about something and was walking around slamming things. He didn’t know she had even left, but of course it wasn’t his business to know. His tutors sentence trailed off and Dean looked up to find him looking behind Dean at the door. Dean turned around and was shocked to find Castiel leaning there looking at him. Dean stood up walked over to his daddy and slid down to his knees in front of him. “Daddy, your home early. I missed you.” Castiel slid a hand through his hair a couple times. “Go take a shower and then change into the clothes laying on the bed. I will be in my office you have twenty minutes.” Dean got up and practically ran into the master bathroom. His daddy knew he would sometimes forget how long he had been in the shower so Dean would probably end up needing the whole twenty minutes and he didn’t want to be late. Dean showered quickly and walked out into the bed room. Checking the clock he saw he had ten minutes left. That should be just enough to change and get to Castiel’s office. He picked through the clothes and there were a pair of dress pants, a white button up shirt, a tie and a red blazer. Dean smiled big, they were roleplaying today. This was a game they had been playing on and off for years. Dean got dressed and fixed his hair before walking to Castiel’s office and knocking on the door softly. “Come in.” He heard the deep voice call from inside. Dean pushed the door open and schooled his features to look curious and slightly guilty. “You wanted to see me, sir?” Dean put his hands behind his back and did his best not to smile. Castiel was sitting at his desk writing something on the paper in front of him. “Yes, I did. Do you know why, Dean?” Castiel put his pen down and looked up at him. “No sir. I’ve been very well behaved.” Dean said with just a hint of a coy smirk. He couldn’t help it, he really liked this game. “Have you? So, you haven’t been making inappropriate comments during class?” Dean shook his head. He didn’t think that Castiel would have heard those comments. It was entirely possible that Castiel had cameras up all over the place. That Dean didn’t make any move that wasn’t watched. He wasn’t sure though. He had never seen cameras and had never asked. It didn’t matter if he was watched or not. He followed rules regardless. “Just a few sir. I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just making jokes.” Dean trailed off. He wasn’t sure what to say. He might be wrong. This might be a punishment and a game. Castiel did that sometimes. He said it was more fun when Dean told on himself instead of just apologizing. “Jokes at my expense. Tell me Dean, are classrooms places to make jokes?” Castiel leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “No sir. Classrooms are places to learn.” Dean looked down at his feet. He still wasn’t sure if Castiel was actually upset. “Naughty boys get punished. What should I do with you, naughty boy?” Castiel stood up and walked in a circle around Dean. Dean took a moment to think. He had to choose something that would make his daddy happy. “I think ten, sir.” Dean was hesitant. “You think? Well since you aren’t sure. You will be getting twenty. Drop your pants and lean over the desk.” Dean did as he was told and put his chest flat to the desk, gripping the edge to keep him stable. He heard a drawer open and close, knowing that Castiel was getting his favorite paddle. All twenty were hard and measured. Dean knew that he wasn’t going to be able to sit comfortably for a while. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were bruises. Dean tried to keep silent, even now there was still a part of him that didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of hearing him make noise. He couldn’t hold it though. By fifteen he was crying out and he screamed at twenty. Castiel ran his hand over Dean’s now red ass and Dean couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped from him. “Does that hurt, Dean?” Castiel sounded amused. Dean nodded and murmured a yes. It really did hurt. Castiel chuckled and pulled Dean off the desk. He spun Dean to face him and wiped the tears from his cheeks. Castiel pointed to the floor and Dean dropped to his knees. Castiel undid his pants and pulled himself out. Dean leaned forward and kissed the tip just like his daddy liked. Then he licked him all over savoring the taste before swallowing him down in one movement. Castiel groaned and gripped Dean’s hair with one hand. Dean set a fast pace bobbing his head up and down and sucking and licking. It didn’t take very long before Castiel used the handful of hair to hold Dean’s head still. Then Dean’s mouth was full of the salty taste of his daddy’s release. Dean smiled and settled back on his heels as far as he could without hurting himself more than he already hurt. He smiled up at Castiel. The man tucked himself back into his pants and within seconds looked just as professional as he always did. “No more jokes in the classroom Dean. I don’t need to make sure you get an education. I will take it away if you don’t take it seriously. Now Gabriel is coming over something about us watching scary movies with him. He somehow talked me into it. I just wanted to see you in that outfit first. Go get me the lotion and I will take care of you first.” Dean nodded and stood. When Gabriel got, their Dean was laid out on the couch with his head in his daddy’s lap. He didn’t comment on the bruising. Gabriel had gotten used to the marks over the years, now he just wanted to spend a quiet evening with what was left of his family. ***** Chapter 10 ***** Chapter Notes Hi guys. So new chapter. Thank you for the response to last chapter. As usual I own nothing. This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine Let me know what you think. Dean woke up knowing something was off. First it was still dark and still outside. Which told him it was still very late, or early depending on how you looked at it. Second, he couldn’t breathe through his nose at all. He very quietly pulled out of Castiel’s grasp and made his way to their bathroom. Once in the bathroom with the door closed Dean leaned against the counter. His head felt too big and heavy. His eyes were red and watery. His nose stayed stuffed up no matter how many times he blew it. His throat was dry and it hurt to swallow. He took a couple of drinks from the sink trying to sooth the ache in his throat. Making his way back to the bed, Dean crossed his arms over his chest and shivered. Castiel must have turned the heat down before he had come to bed. That was odd, because he always kept warm enough that Dean could walk around naked comfortably. Dean pulled the blanket back and slid into bed pulling the blanket up tight around himself. He was so cold, Castiel must feel the cold too. Although he hadn’t moved since Dean had gotten out of bed. Of course, considering what the man did for a living, sometimes he could sleep like the dead. Dean scooted backwards until he was practically laying on top of Castiel trying to steal body heat from the man. He just couldn’t get comfortable no matter what he did which resulted in him moving around a lot. He stopped when the lamp on Castiel’s side of the bed came on. “Dean what’s going on? Are you having trouble sleeping?” Dean whimpered and buried his face in the pillow. The bright light hurt his eyes. He had ignored it in the bathroom thinking it was because he was still half asleep but it was worse now. “Dean answer me.” “I don’t feel good daddy. Please the light hurts.” The words weren’t more than a whisper because of how bad his throat hurt, but Castiel must of heard because a few seconds later and the room was cloaked in darkness again. “What feels bad, dove? Tell daddy so he can fix it.” Dean rolled to face Castiel. “My head and throat hurt. I feel like I have to cough but it hurts too bad. I can’t breathe through my nose. I’m so cold daddy. Will you please hold me and make it better?” Castiel ran gentle fingers through Dean’s hair and then he laid the back on his hand on Dean’s forward. “God baby you are burning up.” Dean didn’t feel like he was burning he felt like he was dipped in ice. Castiel pulled Dean into his arms and Dean heard him dialing a phone number. He laid his head on Castiel’s chest. Maybe his daddy was calling Meg to cancel all his work so he could stay home and make Dean feel better. “Good morning to you as well brother.” Dean was confused. The only brother his daddy called was Gabriel, but why would he do that? “Trust me this is not a social call. I would never interrupt my night with the most beautiful creature I have ever laid eyes on to talk to you.” There was a short pause and then Castiel sighed. “Dean is sick. No Gabriel I don’t know what he has. He hasn’t been out of the house lately so I don’t know how he could have picked anything up. It seems like a cold or the flu or something. What I would like you to do is to come over here and look at him. My talents don’t lie in healing. Please Gabriel anything else I can fix. I can’t fix this, but you can. He’s so sick. I will see you then we are in the bedroom.” Dean was sure he had fallen back asleep and was dreaming. His daddy never said please to anyone. Castiel shifted Dean so he was laying on the pillows and got out of bed. Dean whimpered and reached for him. “I know, dove, I’ll be back. Just lay there like a good boy.” Dean closed his eyes and waited. If his daddy said, he would be back he would be. Dean whined and pulled away when he felt something cold touch his head. He kept pushing it away. He didn’t want cold, it was already too cold. He stopped pushing though when he had to cough. He felt hands under his shoulders pulling him up and rubbing his back until the coughing stopped. Then a bottle was held to his lips and Dean was sipping cool water. “I know baby. You don’t feel well. You need to lay still now and let me try to get your fever down. I won’t punish you while you are ill, but I am keeping track of how many times you disobey me. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you Dean?” Dean shook his head. No, he didn’t want to disappoint his daddy. He never wanted to disappoint his daddy. Dean was a good boy. He didn’t move as the cold cloth was put on his head. Dean woke to the door closing. He didn’t remember falling asleep. Now he was worried that his daddy had left him. Then he felt familiar hands in his hair and he wasn’t scared anymore. “Dean, I need you to stay still ok? Castiel is going to stay right here with you, but I need to look you over and it will be easier if you stay still.” Dean nodded and whined again when the light came on. “Turn that off idiot. The light hurts him.” Castiel snapped above him. Dean knew now that he was talking to Gabriel. Dean still didn’t really understand why he was here. He just wanted to sleep and nobody would let him. Tears started to leak out from under his closed eyelids. “I know dove. I know you don’t feel well. Gabriel is here now and he’s going to make you better.” “He’s not going to instantly get better because there is a doctor in the room Cassie. It’s going to take time.” Gabriel sounded irritable. Dean would bet it was because he was woken up and had to come all the way here in the middle of the night. “I don’t care Gabriel. He is sick and you are going to make him better.” Dean tuned them out. He wasn’t in the mood to listen to arguing. He just wanted to be left alone so he could sleep. He felt Gabriel touching him to check him over. Then after what seemed like hours Gabriel spoke again breaking the quiet that had settled over the room during his examination. “Whelp your boy is sick. If I had to guess he has a pretty bad cold. Probably because you never let him leave here and his immune system is compromised. You have to give your body germs to fight off or it forgets how. He needs rest, lots of fluids, and to be kept warm. I’m leaving you with cough syrup and a painkiller that will also bring down the fever. Just follow the instructions on the bottles. Both are liquid so he shouldn’t have any trouble taking them. Castiel I don’t think this really needs to be said, but I will anyway he can’t play your normal games until he’s better. So, go find someone else to play your sick games until then.” Then the room went dead quiet and Dean cracked his eyes open to see Castiel holding a gun to his brother’s head. “I don’t know what upsets me more. You know me Gabriel. I wouldn’t hurt Dean like that. Nor would I leave him when he needs me. That’s upsetting enough, but to say that any slut I could find would hold a candle to my boy. Dean is the only one I want. I will wait for him to get better and I am not leaving his side until he is. Do you understand?” Gabriel nodded. “Daddy. Still don’t feel good.” Dean spoke up hoping to diffuse the situation. He didn’t think that Castiel would shoot his brother, but he couldn’t be sure. Castiel lowered the gun and turned his attention to Dean. “I know dove. Don’t worry we are going to get you feeling better.” Castiel measured out medicine from one of the bottles and helped Dean sit up so he could swallow it. After Dean, had finished that one he did the same with the other bottle. Dean grimaced at the taste and Castiel held the water bottle back to his lips and let him drink again. “You can sleep in one of the guest rooms if you wish brother. It is late and Dean may need you later.” Gabriel nodded and packed his things back up and left the room. Dean slept most of the day. Castiel woke him every few hours so he could take his medicine and drink some more water. A couple of times he tried to get Dean to eat some soup, but Dean couldn’t swallow more than a few spoonsful before his stomach would hurt. Every time Dean woke up on his own Castiel would be sitting next to him if bed with his work papers spread out around him. He really had cancelled all his meetings so he could be with Dean. “Daddy?” It was just after dinner and Dean was feeling a little more awake. He felt a bit better. Not one hundred percent, but better than he had been. Castiel looked over at Dean waiting for him to ask his question. “I know I’m not supposed to, but can I watch cartoons. It would make me feel better.” Castiel ran his fingers through Dean’s hair and smiled. “I suppose this one time we can make an exception. Just don’t get used to it.” Castiel had a TV brought into the bedroom and flipped through the channels until he found a channel playing cartoons. Dean was happy to see that Scooby Doo was on. He had always loved this show. It made ghosts and monsters not so scary when you knew they were just bad guys in masks. Dean watched a few episodes and laughed at the funny parts. Castiel pretended to be working and no paying attention, but the few times that Dean looked up his daddy was looking at the screen. Dean fell asleep listening to Scooby and the gang solving the latest mystery. That night he dreamed of happy things and the next morning when he woke up he was feeling well enough to actually get out of bed and move around. ***** Chapter 11 ***** Chapter Notes Hi guys. So this was something that has been spinning around in my head for awhile. No Castiel this chapter sorry. This also takes place when Dean is older. I'm thinking 22 if my math is correct. As always I own nothing. I am a broke college student. This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are my own. Let me know what you think. Thank you for the comments and the kudos. Every one of them is like a warm chocolate chip cookie. Dean stood in the back of the room keeping to the shadows. He shouldn’t be here and he knew that. Castiel had finally given Dean more freedom and here he was doing something he knew his daddy would likely skin him alive for. He couldn’t help it, he had caught wind of the date and just was filled with this curiosity. So here he was in the back of this room wearing a suit and sunglasses. Normally he hated people who wore sunglasses inside, of course if he was being honest he didn’t see the point of clothes most of the time. Castiel was in Russia somewhere. He had meetings to attend to there and when Dean had first heard about it he had thrown what could be called a fit. Or as close to a fit as he ever got. He didn’t want to go to Russia. It was cold there and Dean was rarely allowed to go anywhere, because Castiel didn’t trust that he would be safe there. Of course, that didn’t stop the man he loved it there. So Castiel had cut the original two-week trip down to one and allowed Dean to stay behind. He had even given Dean a job to do while he was gone. Dean had to go down to one of the clubs and oversee how it was being ran. Castiel had the suspicion that one of the managers was stealing money. While Castiel was gone, Gabriel was ultimately in charge. It hadn’t been hard to sneak by him. Gabriel believed Dean couldn’t misbehave and he really could he just chose not to. Dean’s attention was caught by the boy walking across the stage. Today was Sam Winchester’s high school graduation. He had said to Mary that he wouldn’t interfere with her family again and he had meant it. He had no intention of any of them seeing him. He just had to see what kind of person Sammy grew into. He was tall, with hair longer than Dean thought John would ever allow. He had a wide smile on his face as he accepted his diploma. Dean clapped along with everyone else, but he couldn’t help but wonder what graduating would have felt like. Or what it would have felt like to sit with people he considered family to watch a sibling graduate. He didn’t think about it for too long. He got these moments sometimes where he would imagine things that he didn’t actually want. He called it his little Dean thoughts. It was a little boy longing for something that Dean didn’t want and couldn’t have. He had no connection to the Winchester’s anymore, which didn’t explain why he was standing here. It really had been just curiosity. Now that his curiosity was satisfied he could leave. If he was fast about it he could be at the club before nightfall and convince Gabriel that he had just wanted to get a head start. Dean walked out of the school building, squinting at the bright sun even behind his sunglasses. He almost turned around and went the other way when he saw Gabriel leaning against the car that Dean had borrowed. Gabriel was leant up against the passenger door sucking on a sucker. He didn’t look angry, he actually looked like he had been expecting it. “Decide to take a vacation, kiddo?” He called out as Dean got closer. Dean knew he looked confused. Gabriel shouldn’t have been able to find him. “Wondering how I found you?” Dean nodded and leant up against the car next to the man. “Well, the car has a GPS chip in and so do you.” Dean looked at him in shock. He had never known that. Actually, thinking about it there were probably a lot of things that Dean didn’t know. His daddy valued his secrets. After a little bit, Gabriel sighed. “This was a stupid idea kid. Castiel isn’t in a good mood on a normal day. This is going to send him into a rage with the both of us.” Dean winced and finally found his voice. “Couldn’t we just not tell him? We have always had secrets.” “This isn’t me giving you candy or letting you watch more TV than you’re supposed to. This is way bigger. You not only disappeared in the middle of the night, but you came here. To the one place that you should never, ever be. I get it, trust me I do. This was downright stupid.” Dean knew Gabriel was right. “Besides he already knows. He keeps track of you every minute of every day. I think it’s a little obsessive, but Cassie has always been obsessive when it comes to you. I’d say goodbye to your freedom, because your daddy is pissed.” They climbed into the car. Gabriel was in the driver’s seat and he was quiet as he pulled out of the parking lot. “So, I’m supposed to take you to the airport. We are going to Russia since you can’t be trusted. Then when we get back you are probably going to that club with Castiel. Unless he decides to never let you out again. Which is looking likely. So, I hope you got what you needed today, because it has cost you dearly.” Dean was silent all the way to the airport. The punishment didn’t bother him, not really. What bothered him was that he had upset his daddy. He had upset his daddy for nothing. He shouldn’t have gone, but he thought it might quiet little Dean down in his head. Now he just had to wonder what punishment his daddy had in store for him. Whatever it was, Dean knew it was going to be hard. He had never done anything like this before and he knew his daddy was going to make sure that he never did anything like this again. ***** Chapter 12 ***** Chapter Notes Ok guys, by popular request part 2 of last chapter. Everyone wanted to know what happened to Dean and this is what I went with. Let me know what you think. As always I don't own anything from the show. This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are mine. Let me know what you think. I am still taking requests. However I am considering putting up another part to this series for the ending. The ending is going to be choose your own ending from two different endings because I can't choose. I don't know when I will put that up. Happy holidays and Happy new years to everyone late. Hope you all had a good one. Mine were quiet which is always nice. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter. The plane landing jolted Dean out of the light sleep he had managed to fall into. He figured it was probably a good idea to sleep while he could, because he was in for it. Castiel had been known to deprive Dean of sleep as a punishment before. Not very often, but it still had happened. Dean felt like he had a clear head now. He couldn’t believe he had done what he had. He didn’t really get anything from it, sure he knew what Sam had grown up to be. Why did that matter to him though. He wasn’t worried about anyone there recognizing him. It had been long enough that most people would have forgotten about him. By going Dean had destroyed the trust he had worked for years to build. He just hoped he could earn it back. Waiting for them outside that airport was a long, black limo. Dean could feel his heart sinking with every step that drew them closer. Gabriel waved off the driver who came around to open the door for them. He opened the door himself and pushed Dean inside. Dean was very, very surprised to find the car empty of the one person he thought he would see. There were a couple guards and the driver. His daddy wasn’t there. Gabriel climbed in after him and slammed the door cutting the flow of cold air off. “Castiel had a meeting he couldn’t get out of. He tried and I don’t think I have ever seen him so prepared to kill a group of people that he still finds useful.” Dean stared trying to decide if Gabriel was joking or not. The older man sighed. “He’s not happy Dean. Oh jeez I’m going to come right out and say it he is downright nuclear. You are in for some hell kiddo, so I suggest preparing yourself. Oh and remember, no matter what he does if Castiel didn’t care for you or whatever his feelings actually are because I think they run a bit deeper than just caring, you would be dead.” Dean nodded. That sounded common sense now, but he knew that thought would comfort him somewhere around the middle of whatever punishment he was in for. The car stopped in front of a fairly normal sized house, compared to the places Castiel usually chose to live. Dean kind of understood how someone on death row felt now. He wasn’t going to run or beg though. He knew better than to try to get out of a punishment and he had certainly earned this one. They got out of the car and Gabriel was the first one in the door. He hated the cold even more than Dean did. Gabriel always said that Castiel had to have been conceived and then born in a freezer to like the cold as much as he did. Dean followed shortly behind Gabriel and stopped short. Castiel was standing in the foyer at the bottom of the staircase. He was still in his full suit and coat, meaning he had gotten there shortly before they had. Castiel had his arms crossed over his chest and was just staring at Dean. Once he found a way to make his legs work again, Dean made his way over to his daddy and slid to his knees. “Gabriel, I trust your trip went well.” Castiel spoke without taking his eyes off Dean. “Of course Cassie, we didn’t have any problems.” Castiel nodded and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a thick leather collar. One very similar to Dean’s original collar. Dean felt all the air leave his lungs in one rush. His daddy had pretty much ignored him and now he was taking away Dean’s collar. Dean leaned his head forward and looked at the floor while his daddy unclipped his chain collar and buckled the leather one in place. Dean could feel tears stinging his eyes and had to close them so they wouldn’t fall. Castiel crouched down so he was level with Dean and pulled his head up by they hair so they were looking into each others eyes. “Oh dove, none of those pretty tears yet. I promise that you are going to have better things to cry about very soon. Anything you want to say to me, before I ban you from speaking?” Castiel’s voice was quiet. He almost sounded kind. Dean knew better though. Castiel was angry, very angry. Dean had heard him speak to people like this just before he killed them. It made people let their guards down. Castiel was very good at appearing to be harmless. Gabriel always said he was kind of like a poison dart frog. Looked cute and friendly until it killed you. As a joke for Christmas every year he bought Castiel a bright monstrosity of a sweater. Said it was only fair to attempt to warn people. “I’m sorry, daddy. I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t even really care about them anymore, but I heard about Sam’s graduation and I couldn’t stop the questions in my head. I wasn’t thinking and now I’ve destroyed your trust. I’m so sorry daddy, please forgive me.” Dean was sobbing now and clutching at his daddy’s coat. He was scared the man was going to get up and walk away. Dean knew that wouldn’t happen. Dean would be dead before that happened, Castiel would never give him up knowing that Dean would end up with someone new. He was too jealous for that. “Shh sh little dove. It’s ok, I know. Really this was my fault. I thought you were ready to be without me for a while and that is obviously not the case. But, that’s ok because we both learned a listen didn’t we. You learned how bad it feels to screw up like this. And I learned that you need more training. I had no idea you were struggling Dean. What are you supposed to do if you start having thoughts about something that’s against the rules?” “I’m supposed to tell you daddy so you can fix them.” Dean’s voice was quiet now, hardly above a whisper. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was Castiel really taking the blame for this? No he couldn’t be. “Hmm, so now my job is to make sure you are better trained. Lucky for you I know just the way to do it. Now we are going to stay here until my work is complete and you are going to stay in the house. Then when we get home I will show you how you are going to be better trained. You’re so lucky Dean you get to be part of something new. No asking questions about it though, it’s a surprise.” Castiel was combing his fingers through Dean’s hair as he spoke. Things went just as Dean thought. For the next week Dean was confined to the house. He got spanked every morning, evening, and whenever Castiel came home from meetings or whatever else he was doing. He was kept on a leash whenever his daddy was around and was locked up in his cage when Castiel wasn’t home. Dean hated being locked up, but now he hated it even more. He couldn’t find a position that was comfortable and didn’t put pressure on his incredibly painful ass. To make matters a little worse Dean no longer got to eat what his daddy did. He got cold sandwiches for lunch and dinner and toast for breakfast. Dean wasn’t going to complain though, he knew it was going to get worse before it got better. Castiel had told Dean that he forgave him, but he knew that he needed more training. So while he knew he was being punished the way his daddy treated him didn’t really change. He was still touched and kissed. He still slept in his daddy’s bed, albeit he slept in handcuffs now. They still had sex whenever Castiel could find a free minute or two. Every day the curiosity in Dean got stronger. What had Castiel meant that Dean would get to be part of something new? What was he planning? Dean never even tried to ask. His ass was already bruised and getting more and more bruised as the days went on. Finally business was concluded and they were on their way back to new York. Dean was dozing with his head against his daddy’s knee in the car. The flight had been long and Dean hadn’t been able to sleep. After a week like Castiel had he was in need on some de-stressing. And when you owned a private plane with a bedroom on it you didn’t have to wait to have some fun. He’d spent most of the flight buried in his boy. The car stopped and Castiel pulled Dean out of the car by the leash that was attached to his collar. Dean looked around and noticed they were in an underground garage. It looked familiar, but he couldn’t place it. A man came out of a door and greeted his daddy. Dean didn’t bother to listen to the conversation. If Castiel had wanted his attention he would have told Dean. Something about this place was putting Dean off though and he didn’t know what it was. Then he was led inside and the hallways and rooms caused memories to come flooding back. Dean knew this place now, he had spent a year in this place. Some things had changed, but not very many. Dean had to fight against the sudden weak feeling in his knees. They walked around for a while and based on the conversation Dean understood that Castiel now owned this place. That didn’t explain why they were here now though. They had just gotten back into the country. This could have waited. They were led to what looked like a conference room and Castiel sat at the table with Dean kneeling on the floor next to him. “Dean, I’m sure you have questions about why we are here. I bought this facility a while ago and have never had any real reason to visit before now. However, when it came to my attention that you were under false impressions about your place I made a decision. Instead of just training the new ones for auction why not offer the option of retraining as well. So you my sweet sweet little dove are going to stay here for one month. Think of it as a refresher course. At the end of the month if I feel you have been properly refreshed on how you are supposed to behave you can come home with me. If not you will stay here for another month and we will just keep you here on a month to month basis until you are ready.” Dean was crying now. He didn’t want to stay here, he hated this place. His daddy knew he still had occasional nightmares about this place. “Sh its ok my little dove a month will pass by in no time.” Castiel stood up and gave Dean a long kiss. Then he handed the leash over to the handlers and left. Dean couldn’t stop the tears and couldn’t seem to catch his breath. They ended up giving him a shot to make him sleep. Every day was similar to how remembered from when he was younger. Every thing was structured and time was important. Punishments were handed out to everyone except Dean. Dean’s mistakes were tallied up and he was punished every other day. He was led to a room, chained up and blindfolded. Then he was punished by someone that wouldn’t speak to him or touch him with anything other than a paddle or a whip. Dean was mostly used as a demonstration for the new ones that were being trained. At one point he had been made to sit and tell his story to the new ones and the handlers in the room. He had started crying when he got to why he was there. He missed his daddy and sometimes when he woke up he thought he could smell the mans cologne lingering in the room. That was impossible though, Castiel wasn’t here. Dean had seen him once since being here and that was from a distance. It was during dinner time and Dean was at a table all alone. Dean took all his meals and his showers by himself because he was the only one here to be retrained. He had looked up to see Castiel across the room with a couple business associates that Dean had met over the years. Castiel hadn’t acknowledged Dean and Dean had stared until he was yelled at to finish his meal. When he wasn’t used as demonstration Dean was either taking his daily swim which he been told he could continue during while he was there. His daddy liked the way it made him look and feel. Or he was taking quizzes. These tests were hard, Dean was asked rapid fire questions about the best way to please his owner and if he answered wrong it was another tally for his punishments. The worst part about the whole thing was not being able to see his daddy. Gabriel came in twice a week to check over Dean as his doctor. He never spoke to Dean though, just gave him his checkup in silence and left. Dean cried himself to sleep sometimes and sometimes he would start crying during the day too. He always fought to keep that from happening though. Dean considered not eating. Maybe if he got really sick then his daddy would have to come see him. He never did that though. He was scared if he did he would have to stay there longer. One day Dean was helping get some of the others ready for auction when the door opened behind him and the room fell silent. Dean figured it was the handlers coming to get them for auction, but when he turned around Castiel was standing in the doorway. He had Gabriel and Meg with him. Dean held completely still for a minute not sure if the man was going to acknowledge him this time. He sank to his knees and waited. Castiel strode forward and ran his fingers through Dean’s hair. Then he replaced the leather collar around Dean’s neck with his chain one and led Dean out of the facility. Dean sat on his daddy’s lap in the car and cried. He apologized over and over until Castiel told him to stop talking. His daddy wasn’t angry though he sat and petted Dean’s hair until the boy calmed down. They got home and Castiel told Dean he had something to show him. He seated them both at the desk in his office and pulled out pictures. They were of Dean over the last month. “I did come to see you my pet. I was the one who gave your punishments. As if I would ever let another touch you. I was also there while you slept sometimes. You always look so pretty when you sleep I couldn’t help myself.” Dean kissed his daddy long and hard. “You’ve learned your lesson and you aren’t ever going to upset me like that again. Now lets go take a shower and go to bed. We have an early day tomorrow.” Then they did just that and that night after his daddy fell asleep Dean promised over and over in a whisper that he loved his daddy and would never do anything to make the man send him away again. ***** Chapter 13 ***** Chapter Summary Dean is kidnapped.....again. Although not for long. Chapter Notes I could give you guys a million reasons it was so long between updates, but I am not willing to open that can of worms tonight. So take this chapter with my sincere apologies. I am so, so sorry. It wont be this long again. I might even have another chapter up tomorrow but I'm not making promises. So as always, I own nothing so please don't sue me. This is not beta'd so all mistakes are mine and there may be a few. Let me know what you think. Thank you to everyone that commented and left kudos since the last chapter. I think I get at least one kudos a day which makes me so insanely happy every time I see them. Also I don't have any real cement idea about how old Dean is in this chapter, it could take place at any time although when I was writing it I pictured him as like preteen-ish. Dean had been kidnapped before so you would think he would be used to it. That wasn’t the case, he was in the trunk of some car with what he thought was a tire iron wedged under his back. He would gladly remove it except his hands and feet were tied together with some pretty complicated knots. He sighed, at least the first time he had been somewhat comfortable. God, he didn’t even know how this had happened. One minute he had been escorted out of one of his daddy’s meetings, because things were about to get messy and daddy didn’t want him to get dirty. Then everything went black and he woke up tied up in this trunk. Dean supposed all he had to do was wait for Castiel to come find him. Dean felt the car stop and heard doors open. He squinted as the trunk was flooded with light. Then he was roughly grabbed and pulled from the trunk. Dean was half carried and half dragged into and through a house finally ending with him being thrown onto a rug in front of a desk. He laid there trying to catch his breath, being dragged around was kind of painful. It wasn’t anything Dean couldn’t deal with. He got worse from his daddy on almost a daily basis. He struggled up to his knees so he could look around better. “Well I apologize that the accommodations aren’t up to your usual standard. Or maybe they are I’m not sure what Novak does with you.” Dean recognized that voice. The man’s name was Crowley and he did work with Dean’s daddy. Not all the time though, Castiel always said you could only trust Crowley as far as you could throw him. Although Dean did wonder how far his daddy could throw someone. He had thrown Dean before, never very far just onto the bed. That was always fun. “If you let me go you might not die. You know he will find out where I am.” Dean’s tone wasn’t threatening. He was just stating fact. “Oh, I’m counting on it. I want just one time to have a meeting with the great Castiel Novak that I’m in charge of.” Crowley was sarcastic when he used Castiel’s name. “And you’re what? Planning on using me for leverage? Like that will work.” Dean scoffed. Even though deep down he knew it probably would work. Crowley didn’t need to know that. “I think we both know it will work. Actually, it will work like a charm.” Crowley crouched down in front of Dean until they were face to face. Dean know knew why Castiel hated the smarmy bastard. He heard the click of a gun from the doorway. “You are going to step away from my pet now, and I may allow you to keep breathing.” Crowley only moved back a couple of steps and pulled his own gun out aiming it at Dean’s head. “Castiel, good of you to join us. Put the gun down or your pet is going to be a lot less pretty and a lot more dead.” Dean turned his head to see Castiel standing in the doorway like an avenging angel. Dean smiled at seeing his daddy. He couldn’t help it, it was so trained into him to be happy to see his daddy no matter what was going on. “What do you want Crowley? And make it quick I have some guards to teach a lesson to.” Castiel sounded calm, maybe a little impatient. That helped calm Dean, if his daddy wasn’t scared he didn’t have any reason to be. “Oh yes, the busy life of a crime lord. What would mommy say if she could see you now?” Dean heard the gunshot and then watched Crowley fall to the fall. All he could hear was the ringing in his ears and Crowley’s muffled screams. Castiel hadn’t killed him only shot him in the knee. Castiel said something that Dean couldn’t make out and Crowley was being picked up by a couple men and carried out the door. Dean turned his head as his daddy kneeled next to him. Then he felt the ropes that were binding him fall away. Castiel helped him to his feet and pulled him down the hallway. He pushed Dean into a limo next to Meg. “I have some things to take care of. Take him back to the penthouse and don’t leave until I get back. Sweetheart, when you get home I want you to take a shower. Be nice and clean by the time I get home.” “Yes daddy.” Dean nodded. Castiel closed the door and the car drove away. Dean wondered what Castiel was going to do to the man. Then he decided it wasn’t his place to wonder about that. If daddy wanted him to know he would have said. When Dean and Meg got back to the penthouse, Gabriel was already sitting on the couch watching some cartoon. He turned off the T.V and stood, walking over to them. He pulled Dean into the bathroom without saying anything which was odd for him. Dean started the shower and then let Gabriel look him over. He made a noise of disapproval when he saw the bruises on Dean’s arms and knees. Dean knew what he was thinking. Daddy wasn’t going to be happy about those, or if he already noticed them he was going to take them out on Crowley. Gabriel left the room after giving Dean a friendly pat on the head. Dean took a shower and got extra clean just like he had been told to. He dried off and entered the bedroom to see Castiel standing at the windows staring outside. Dean dropped to his knees next to the man, taking notice of the blood on his clothes. “We are leaving the country again tomorrow. I need you somewhere where I can trust those I hire. I take it you can pack anything that you want to take with us, am I right my dove?” Castiel spoke quietly. “Yes daddy. It’s not much shouldn’t take more than a couple minutes.” Dean spoke staring up at his daddy. “Good. Do that in the morning. For now, come here my pet.” Dean stood and let himself be guided between Castiel and the glass windows. Castiel took a step closer until he was standing with every inch of him touching Dean. “Are you hurt in anyway besides your bruises?” “No daddy. I got the all clear when I came home.” “Yes, I figured Gabriel would have done that. He cares for you in a brotherly way. I allow it, because he is the only family I can tolerate.” Dean nodded not sure what to say because he already knew it. Castiel lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Dean’s neck. “Bed. Now.” Dean didn’t hesitate, he practically ran and jumped on the bed, ignoring the smudges of blood on his skin from Castiel’s clothes. Dean waited on his hands and knees for his daddy. Castiel stripped and climbed up on the bed behind him. He ran a hand down Dean’s back from the back of his neck to his ass. Dean squirmed as he felt slippery fingers enter him giving him the briefest preparation. Then Castiel was filling him hard and fast. Holding him to the bed by the back of the neck and all Dean could do was dig his fingers into the sheets. Dean lost track of time and space. All he knew in the world was the feel of his daddy. Afterward, Castiel and Dean lay cuddled together. Dean was still breathing hard and Castiel seemed as unruffled as he normally did. Dean wondered where they were going tomorrow, but couldn’t find the energy to voice the question. He drifted off listening to the soft breathing of the only person that mattered to him. ***** Chapter 14 ***** Chapter Summary Surprise Chapter Notes Hi guys. I'm Alive! And so very sorry. But I'm back. *offers cookies* I have been in three writing classes in a row. So, kind of been burnt out on writing. Slowly though I'm getting back into it. I just started a new story in the Buffy fandom should anyone be interested. And I'm working on updating all my existing ones so just bare with me. So hope you like this chapter. Its something that has been in the works for a while I just wasn't sure how I wanted it done. As always thank you to everyone that kept commenting and leaving kudos. You guys are awesome. So, let me know what you think. With this chapter I'm expecting everything from happiness to why would you do that. I'm expecting reactions of all kinds basically. Dean sat on the doctors table rubbing his upper arm. Even at the age of 25 he hated getting shots. Gabriel kept saying they were necessary which Dean could agree with, except it’s not like Castiel would ever let him around sick people. Honestly, Dean liked getting sick. Sure, he felt bad, but Castiel would stay at home and in bed with him all day. Dean liked those days. Today he had to get his yearly checkup and his daddy couldn’t be there, but also wouldn’t give him a reason. Just said something about an important meeting. Dean didn’t push because it wasn’t his place to ask questions anyway. He did wonder who this meeting was with though. Meg wouldn’t even tell him and she usually didn’t hesitate to tell him things. Dean figured she just liked to gossip about anything she could, with anyone she could. Her job required her to keep a lot of secrets. Castiel had told Dean that after his checkup he was supposed to join the meeting in the office. So, Dean supposed he would get to see who it was with soon enough. Gabriel gave Dean a clean bill of health and sent him on his way. Although he did tell Dean to take his vitamins every day. It was a conversation they had all the time. Dean would forget to do it unless his daddy gave them to him. So, if his daddy wasn’t home Dean wouldn’t take them. He got all out of sorts when his daddy was away. You would think at his age he could deal with it, but apparently not. Dean left the room, quickly eating the chocolate Gabriel had snuck him. His daddy still had some problem with candy. Dean didn’t understand it. He could literally kill people and Castiel wouldn’t bat an eye, but he ate some candy and the man lost his mind. Well, like Gabriel said they could have this one secret. Dean made it to Castiel’s office and walked in without bothering to knock on the door. He didn’t really need to. Castiel had proven his point over the years on just how well Dean was trained. He said he didn’t need Dean to knock on doors and interrupt meetings. Castiel was seated behind his desk. Looking cool and collected as always. Sitting on the other side was a man. Dean didn’t think he knew him, but something was setting off a bell in his head he just couldn’t place it. He was tall, with long hair that was a bit darker than Dean’s. Castiel smiled when he saw Dean and pushed his chair out, pulling Dean into his lap when he got close enough. “What did the doctor have to say, dove?” He asked while fixing Dean’s collar. Dean mentally kicked himself for not checking it even though he was pretty sure it had been perfect. “He said I’m completely healthy daddy. I got scolded for my vitamins again.” Dean knew he would hear all this from Gabriel later anyway. Castiel seemed to just be asking for the sake of asking. So, Dean was going to answer everything honest. Even if it got him in trouble. To his surprise though, Castiel just chuckled. Dean thought for sure he would be angry or at least irritated. “I see I’m just going to have to start taking you everywhere again. Since I obviously can’t trust you here.” Dean still went most places with Castiel, but on rare occasions he was left home. They both preferred to be together, so it wasn’t like that was a real threat. The man on the other side of the desk looked like he was at a loss for words. He was staring at Dean like he had been lost and Dean was the answer he was looking for. It was a little unsettling and Dean found himself shifting around. Castiel drew a sharp breath in like he had forgotten that the other man was there. That, of course, was an act. Castiel never forgot anything. Castiel pressed a kiss against Dean’s neck biting it gently. “Do you know him my pet?” “I don’t think so, daddy. Should I?” Dean shook his head. He was usually pretty good at remembering people now. He sometimes still forgot those that he had met when he was younger, but that was to be expected. “Well then, my guess is introductions are in order.” Dean was confused. He didn’t really get introduced to people. He was expected to be pretty and silent during these meetings. So, whoever this guy was he had to be important. “Dove, this is Sam Winchester.” Dean couldn’t stop the gasp at that information. Sam, his younger brother who he never thought he would see again. Why was he here? The older brother part of Dean wanted to grab him. To make him run, he knew what kind of man his daddy was and how much danger Sam was in just being here. The other part of Dean, the larger part, kept him still and silent. “Hey Dean.” Sam spoke slow, like he wasn’t sure what to say. Dean remembered being little Sammy’s best friend before he was taken. Then he remembered Sam kind of hating him when he came back. Of course, Dean couldn’t really blame the kid. He had just wanted to go home then. So, he was probably difficult to deal with. All Dean could really manage was a small nod. He was trained to not really speak to others. This was new for him and kind of scary. He just wanted to go somewhere else. He didn’t know why Sam was there, but he didn’t like how it made him feel. “Dean seems a little overwhelmed. Aren’t you sweetheart?” Castiel, the smug dick, probably knew what this would do to Dean. This was a test. To see how Dean would do, being confronted with someone from his birth family unexpectedly. He wanted to see how badly Dean would break his training, if he broke it at all. Dean knew he had made some mistakes. However, he didn’t think he had done that badly. “Sam here wants to join our little organization.” Dean could have laughed. There was nothing little about Castiel’s organization. He understood what his daddy was doing though. He was downplaying how much power he had in front of Sam. Dean nodded his head to show he understood. It wasn’t his place to ask questions or even really say anything. “Daddy, may I go for a swim now while the sun is still out? Gabriel said I was looking a little pale and could probably use the sun and I haven’t had my swim today. My doctor’s appointment cut into my swim time.” Castiel nodded and let Dean up off his lap after a hard kiss. Dean walked out the door without looking back. He needed time to sort through his mind. For now, a nice cleansing swim sounded like the perfect thing. ***** Not a chapter ***** So as the title states this is not a chapter. Sorry to those that got excited. Soon there will be. This is a question. I've been thinking this last chapter with Sam is obviously not a one shot he will be in others. So should I just write an installment about him. Would that be something you guys would be interested in? It was actually a couple comments that got me thinking about it. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!