SPN Kinky Bang: Angel Makes Three
Title: Angel Makes Three
Author: chef_geekier
Artist: MIA
Genre: SPN Porn
Characters, Pairing(s): Dean/Cas/Crowley, Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10,310
Kinks/Warnings: Brainwashing/Stockholm syndrome, bondage (gags/cuffs/collar and leash), dub-con, threesome, references to Mpreg, violence
Done for the Supernatural Kinky Bang.
Summary:
Six weeks ago, Dean went missing. Sam and Castiel (now almost completely human) have managed to track him down, to Crowley's mansion - where he's happy and cared for, having constant sexual encounters with the demon. Sam wants to destroy Crowley for brainwashing Dean. Castiel wants to destroy Crowley for touching what's his.
Crowley decides that he wants Castiel for a pet as well, and goes about breaking his mind and inserting him into the household so that Dean and Cas will be his loyal personal army.
((First part can be found here: http://chef-geekier.livejournal.com/18184.html Though this should be able to be read by itself.))
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“How did that happen?” Sam asked, looking over at his similarly bound companion.
“I don’t know,” Castiel looked down, obviously distressed. “He held out for so long in Hell… it’s only been six weeks. I don’t understand what torture could have broken him so quickly.”
The pair were currently being held in a small room in one of Crowley’s mansions, chained to opposite walls. They had come to rescue Dean, who had gone missing six weeks prior - only to find him apparently blissfully happy, in his own suite of rooms, practically naked and being fondled by Crowley himself.
If that hadn’t been bad enough, Crowley had then proceeded to bind them to the wall with his own demonic abilities and have sex with an all too eager Dean. Sam was horrified by the things that Crowley had been forcing Dean to do, and wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.
Castiel, on the other hand, wanted to tear Crowley apart for a different reason. His feelings for Dean had always been stronger than what the other angels approved of, and the fact that he had willingly fallen for the man was proof that he wanted to be more than just the Winchesters’ secret weapon, more than someone only to be called upon when their enemy was too strong to face.
And Crowley had touched what was his.
He felt a growl start to form in his throat unbidden and swallowed it down. As he’d fallen further from Heaven’s light, he’d found that his body was reacting to things without his consent. Now that he was all but human, it was as though it had a mind of its own, which was rather disturbing.
The more he thought back on that image, Dean bouncing up and down on Crowley’s lap, doing everything he was told, calling the demon Daddy - it hurt to admit, but Castiel wished that Dean would respond to him like that. Dean had always fought anything that Castiel had suggested, which had made him all the more hesitant about actually telling the human how he felt.
The door swung open then, and the occupants both turned to watch as Crowley stepped into the room. There was a bounce to his step that made Castiel wish he had his full powers back all the more fervently - if anyone deserved a good smiting, it was the abomination who had corrupted Dean.
“Good morning boys,” Crowley smiled widely at them.
“Give Dean back!” Sam shouted, pulling futilely against his chains. “What have you done to him to make him like that?”
“Temper, temper,” Crowley wagged a finger in front of Sam’s face. “I merely took care of him the way his family should have. Not my fault you couldn’t make him happy.”
“You are a foul creature deserving obliteration,” Castiel growled. “You must have played with his mind to make him want you.”
“Now that’s not very nice,” Crowley’s brow furrowed. “And after I came here specifically to fetch you for him. Dean wants to keep you two alive, and he’s been such a good boy lately I don’t see why I should deny him. If you’re not going to be nice, though…” He stepped towards Castiel, who tried briefly to move away. There was nowhere to go though, and Crowley easily grabbed him by the jaw. “Open wide,” he teased, forcing Castiel’s mouth open enough to slip a ball-gag inside. The demon made quick work of fastening it behind Castiel’s head, then stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Castiel glared up at Crowley, frustrated by his inability to do anything useful. It was made worse when Crowley bent and attached a collar to his neck, complete with a lead, before removing the shackles which had kept him chained to the wall.
“Here we go,” Crowley tugged at the lead, hard enough to force Castiel to his feet. With his hands free, Castiel immediately tried to attack Crowley, only to land on the ground with the demon straddling his hips.
“Now, now,” Crowley did not look impressed. “None of that. I was going to let Dean decide, but since you can’t be trusted…”
The demon took out a wicked-looking blade from his jacket, and went to work slicing the clothes off of Castiel’s body. The angel tried to fight back, only to find that he was magically bound again. He couldn’t even blink, and a feeling of utter helplessness washed over him. He felt his eyes start to water and fought his body in an attempt to bring it back under control.
“Let him go,” Sam was pleading, seeing how distressed Castiel was growing. “Please, stop it!”
“Sorry,” Crowley murmured, though he didn’t stop. “It’ll be over soon. If you’re good and stop fighting me, you’ll earn your clothes back.”
As he removed Castiel’s shoes and socks, leaving him completely naked, the first tear fell. Castiel tried desperately to keep his panic to himself, only to start shaking as soon as he felt the demonic bonds fall away. He didn’t fight as Crowley pulled him up a little, cradling Castiel on his lap and running a hand through his hair. As much as his skin crawled with being in such close contact with a demon, the gesture was oddly soothing.
“We’ll kill you,” Sam’s voice was low and certain, filled with hate as he glared at Crowley. “Somehow, we’ll find a way out of this and you will die.”
Crowley appeared to pay him no attention, focused instead on the trembling male he held. One arm was wrapped around Castiel’s shoulders, while the other hand trailed through his hair and occasionally lower, rubbing at the back of his neck. Castiel shot Sam a pleading look, but he wasn’t entirely sure what he was pleading for - make it stop, make it stop feeling good, make him let us go, make him take me to Dean. There were too many thoughts in Castiel’s head, and he whimpered in frustration.
“It’s okay,” Crowley hooked his roaming hand underneath Castiel’s knees and stood - a little awkwardly, but he kept hold of Castiel the whole way. “You’ll be okay once you learn your place here.”
Castiel shook his head violently, and tried to squirm out of Crowley’s grasp as he left the room, but before he was ready the door had closed behind them. Sam was left alone, and Castiel felt worse than useless.
After a few minutes of walking, Crowley put Castiel back on his feet at the bottom of a staircase and took firm hold of the leash.
“Come on pet,” he tugged a little, forcing Castiel to walk as well. “You’ll be back with Dean soon.”
Despite wanting very much to fight Crowley with every fibre of his being, Castiel knew that he wasn’t in the position to do so. He was naked and unarmed, lost and alone. Even if he could get past the other demons and back to Sam, he couldn’t pick the locks on the door or Sam’s chains. Given that he didn’t know where Dean was, or what sort of spell Crowley had cast to make Dean so receptive to him, it was best to play along for now.
No matter how much it grated, having to trail along behind a demon like a lost puppy.
It was only a few twisting corridors later before Crowley entered the room Castiel and Sam had found Dean in earlier. Dean was lying on his side on the couch, clad in sweat pants and socks, with a Hell Hound puppy nestled against his chest.
“Dean,” Crowley called, and the human woke quickly. He blinked a few times, before smiling sleepily at Crowley. When he caught sight of Castiel, his eyes widened and Dean scrambled up to greet them.
“I can keep him?” Dean asked, and Castiel could see the hope in his eyes. So Dean was still there, he wanted to keep his friends and family safe.
“Of course,” Crowley smirked. “I wouldn’t deprive you of your little angel. He’s quite the catch, after all.”
Dean’s smile then was blinding, and Castiel was confused. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Dean this happy before. The human slid a hand up Crowley’s chest and leaned down to kiss him, and Castiel couldn’t watch. He turned his head away, glaring at the opposite wall.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Dean whispered, and Castiel’s head whipped around again. He was just in time to watch Dean press another soft kiss to the demon’s lips, before reaching out his free hand to cup Castiel’s cheek. “But why is he bound? Can’t I…”
“Sorry love,” Crowley was rubbing Dean’s back with the hand not holding Castiel’s leash, and actually looking a little apologetic. “He’s still too feisty. Kept trying to attack me. Once he’s calmed and accepted things, then I’ll take off the gag and give his clothes back.”
“Okay,” Dean nodded. Crowley pressed the leash into Dean’s hand and stepped back a little.
“Why don’t you go help him wash up. I’ll arrange for your dinner to be waiting when you’re done.”
Dean’s face lit up again, and he led Castiel in the direction of one of the doors as Crowley left. Castiel glanced back for a moment to see Crowley shoo the hell hound through another door.
They passed into a large bathroom, and Castiel couldn’t help but be impressed at how Crowley was evidently taking care of Dean. The human in question sat on the edge of the enormous tub and turned on the taps, adjusting it to reach optimum temperature before adding bubble bath to it.
“It’s gonna be okay, Cas,” Dean tried to reassure him. “Crowley’s… okay, he’s a demon, but he’s taken care of me. He’ll take care of all of us.”
Castiel gave him a look which he hoped conveyed how unimpressed he was. He also hoped that it didn’t show how scared he was still.
“Hey now,” Dean reached out and took Castiel’s hand, tugging him forwards and close enough to wrap in a hug. Castiel froze, confused again - Dean was definitely not usually a particularly demonstrative person. “Think about it. He could have killed us all plenty of times by now. But he’s been helping me, letting me relax. Crowley’s been good for me, and I’ll make sure that he doesn’t hurt you.”
Gradually, Castiel relaxed into Dean’s embrace. It was odd behaviour, certainly, but it was still Dean. He was still trying to take care of his extended family. They stayed like that for several minutes, and Castiel wished fervently that he wasn’t gagged - there was so much he wanted to ask.
Soon the tub was full, and Dean pulled back a little to shut off the water before undressing himself. Once again, Castiel felt his body start to respond without his permission, so he looked down at the water instead and thought about Sam, bound, captive and all alone.
“Hey,” Dean reached for him, tapping him lightly on the forehead. “Enough thinking. It’ll all be okay.” With that, the human climbed into the tub and beckoned for Castiel to join him. Not knowing what else to do, he did as he was asked and settled down beside Dean.
He was taken by surprise when Dean wrapped an arm around his waist and, aided by the water, lifted him so that Castiel was sitting cradled on Dean’s lap. He made a muffled sound of protest and looked up into Dean’s eyes, trying to convey how he felt about the whole situation. Dean, damn him, just smiled and nuzzled into Castiel’s hair, before pulling back and making a face.
“Ew, dude. Crowley was right about you needing a wash. I guess no one taught you about personal hygiene yet.”
Castiel felt his skin heat, and it occurred to him that he was probably blushing. In truth, he’d known that soon he would have to start taking care of his body the way a normal mortal would, he just hadn’t known how to. No one had explained how to properly clean himself, other than the few times he’d dunked himself in cold water and rubbed at any dirt he could see.
“It’s okay,” Dean reached back and grabbed a wash cloth, handed it to Castiel and then poured some body wash onto it. “Here, let me show you. Get up a lather, and scrub at your body.”
While Castiel did as he was told, Dean gently tilted the former angel’s head back so that he could wet his hair. Castiel’s motions stilled as he felt Dean’s fingers massaging something into his hair, and found his eyes falling shut automatically. It felt comforting, and he hummed in contentment. He felt it as Dean let out a chuckle, causing Castiel to bounce a little against his chest.
“There we go,” Dean spoke quietly as he removed his hands. “Keep your eyes closed, I’m gonna rinse out the suds now.”
Castiel nodded a little, though he gripped Dean’s shoulders tight as he was lowered back into the water so that only his face remained above the surface. Dean held him with one arm, while the other hand ran through Castiel’s hair again. As he was raised back up, Dean manhandled him so that Castiel was now sitting astride Dean’s legs, facing each other. He kept his eyes closed, feeling as Dean picked up the discarded wash cloth and started running it along his skin again.
“Cas,” Dean sounded choked up, and Castiel wondered why. “Wipe the water off your face, then you can open your eyes again.”
Deciding that it sounded like a good idea, Castiel continued to do as he was told. When he blinked his eyes a few times, he realised that Dean was staring hard at him, studying his reactions. Castiel looked down, unsure - and saw why Dean was breathing hard. The man’s dick was hard, floating up and a hair’s breadth away from touching Castiel.
Castiel found that his own breathing sped up, and he looked up again.
“Damnit, Cas,” Dean ground out and dragged him forwards into another embrace. Castiel couldn’t help but squirm a little at the feeling of Dean’s erection rubbing at him - gradually coaxing his own cock to hardness. “Always wanted you,” Dean whispered into his now-clean hair. “Right from the start. But you were an angel, I didn’t think I had a chance with you. Didn’t think I was good enough.”
Wishing he could speak to correct Dean, Castiel settled instead for running his hands up Dean’s chest to wind his arms around Dean’s neck and return the hug. He felt Dean’s hands roaming over his back, stroking and caressing, and closed his eyes again. This was nice. This was good.
“I know the truth now,” Dean continued. “I know that I’m better than I thought I was. Crowley’s opened my eyes, showed me that I just needed to learn to ask for what I need, for what I really want. Cas, please… stay and be mine?”
Castiel was nodding almost before Dean finished the sentence. So he was staying as a pet to a demon… it didn’t matter. Dean was still Dean, and he was already showing Castiel how to get by as a human.
There were extra fingers on the back of his head then, and Castiel jerked away a little - only to have Dean take hold of his jaw while the straps to the gag fell away. He saw then that Crowley was leaning over the side of the tub, and held still as the demon helped get the ball out of his mouth.
“Good boys,” Crowley smirked down at them, running a hand through Castiel’s hair again. “There’s food waiting in the other room. You can finish playing later.”
“Yes sir,” Dean nodded and gently nudged Castiel until they were both standing. Castiel, much to his own chagrin, kept behind Dean in an attempt to keep Crowley from seeing him aroused. In fact, he was unsettled by the fact that the demon’s presence hadn’t killed his erection. Though he figured that it probably had something to do with having a wet, naked Dean within touching distance.
Dean teaching Castiel how to dry himself involved lots of touching, Castiel enjoying the new freedom to run his hands over Dean’s skin. Part of him wanted to speak now, to question Dean about everything, but he didn’t want to do so with Crowley still hanging around. So instead he remained focused on how open Dean seemed to be now, willing to express himself and his own wants.
Then he found himself backed up against the wall as Dean dove in to kiss him, and all he could do was open up to let Dean in. Castiel wound his arms around Dean’s body in an attempt to get closer as he did his best to kiss back. It was overwhelming, and the act itself seemed rather messy and wet, but Dean seemed to be enjoying himself.
“Dean,” Crowley interrupted then, causing Dean to pull back a little. “Dinner first. Then you can molest him properly.”
“Okay,” Dean grinned and followed Crowley back into the main room, the demon snagging the end of Castiel’s leash to pull him along as well. Castiel watched as Dean crossed to the set of drawers and pulled on underwear, clean sweats and socks, then turned away from the sight to see Crowley watching him. The demon grinned and winked, which made Castiel growl a little and glare at him.
“Ah ah,” Crowley tugged him closer with the lead and wagged a finger in his face. “None of that. You’re here to learn to enjoy yourself, stop being so self-conscious.” He pulled Castiel down and tried to land a kiss on his lips.
“No!” Castiel immediately started fighting, attempting to punch the demon. Giving himself over to Dean was one thing - he’d wanted it for so long, he could hardly believe that Dean wanted him back - but he refused to share his body with a filthy abomination. “Do not touch me!”
“Hey,” Dean jumped in and wrapped his arms around Castiel, pinning the angel in place. “Hey, Cas, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here.” He kept whispering soothing things, running his hands up and down Castiel’s back.
“I’m sorry Dean,” Crowley shook his head, and Castiel glared at him. “But I can’t let him keep doing that.”
“Don’t take him away,” Dean pleaded. Castiel felt his insides clench at the idea. That wasn’t what he’d wanted to achieve.
“It’s all right,” Crowley approached them. “I said you could keep him, and you can. But the lack of clothes isn’t enough to get through to him. I thought that he was starting to accept things, but…” Crowley then grabbed both of Castiel’s wrists and pulled them together behind his back, attaching soft leather cuffs to them both and linking them together so that he was bound.
“No, let me go,” Castiel spoke then, trying to twist out of the cuffs. But they were too well crafted, and with Dean’s arms around his waist still it just served to make him keep bumping into Dean’s well-defined chest. “Stop it.” His voice trembled, as much as he hated himself for it, though it did cause Dean to resume the soothing talk and strokes.
“It’ll pass,” Dean assured him. “You just gotta learn not to fight. Crowley takes care of us, he cares about us. He’ll take off the cuffs when you stop trying to hurt him.”
“Exactly,” Crowley confirmed, stroking one hand down Castiel’s side and cupping one arse-cheek briefly. “You’ll learn in time.”
The demon backed off then, giving Dean a brief kiss before leaving the room.
Dean continued to hold Castiel for a moment, then led him over to the sofa. There was a tray on the coffee table in front of it, with two bowls of steaming chicken casserole and some small bread rolls. Dean tugged him down to sit and picked up a roll, tearing it in two before dipping one piece in the casserole.
“Here,” he blew on it to cool it and held it to Castiel’s mouth. “Looks like I’m gonna have to feed you myself for now.”
“I’m sorry,” Castiel looked down and took a small bite from the bread. He hadn’t wanted to make things harder for Dean, he’d just… “Crowley confuses me,” he admitted after swallowing the bread. “I do not know how to react to him. He is keeping us here, hostage, but you… you’re happy here.”
“I am,” Dean agreed. He picked up a bowl and started feeding Castiel from it. “I know it’s strange, but it’s peaceful here. Crowley makes me feel special, the way he’s made me the centre of his attention in here. The world’s going on out there, and it’ll be a shithole when I get back to it, but… I’m safe here. And now you’re here, and Sammy’s here somewhere too. He’ll take care of Sammy, he promised.”
Castiel considered as he ate. He wasn’t quite as trusting of Crowley’s actions. It still amazed him that Crowley had managed to gain Dean’s trust in such a short amount of time, especially given the Winchesters’ previous interactions with demons, but he couldn’t deny that Dean was healthier and happier than he’d ever seen the man.
Dean was now alternating feeding them both, apparently lost in thought even as he ensured the meal was cool enough to eat. Castiel enjoyed watching him think, and felt his love for the human growing stronger.
They finished the meal in silence, and Castiel found himself enjoying it. He had started to eat a couple of weeks ago - and agreed with Sam that neither would mention the incident when Sam had had to explain about some of the side-effects of eating - but decided that this was his favourite meal so far. It was mostly due to the company, he was willing to admit.
He caught Dean watching him then and froze. Castiel had seen that look in Dean’s eyes before, mostly directed at voluptuous waitresses, and it sent a thrill of eagerness through him. For Dean to be eyeing him like that…
“Cas,” Dean whispered, setting the bowl back down and leaning forwards. “Enough waiting. I want you, I know you want me. I’m sick of pretending we’re not more interested in screwing each other than whatever creature’s attacking.” Castiel shifted back a little, uncertain but definitely aroused, especially when Dean smirked at him and started crawling along the couch to hover over him. He placed one hand on Castiel’s chest, gently pushing him to lay down, making a place for himself between Castiel’s legs.
“Dean,” Castiel whispered, surrender in the name. “I’ve seen what to do, but I don’t…”
“You don’t know what to do,” Dean suggested, and Castiel nodded. “Neither did I, until Crowley taught me. Now I’ll teach you.”
“Yes,” Castiel wrapped his leg around Dean’s waist, trying to pull him in closer. Dean smirked again, but obeyed the silent command and lowered himself so that he could once again seal their lips together. As he felt Dean’s enthusiasm for the act, Castiel decided that he could get used to kissing.
The feel of Dean’s bare chest against his was exhilarating, and Castiel decided that he wanted more skin-to-skin. If he’d known how it felt earlier, he would’ve stopped wearing the suit and overcoat months ago. He wished fervently that his hands were free to roam Dean’s flesh, and made do with arching his back to press against Dean’s chest.
“That’s it,” Dean whispered against his lips. “Trust me.”
“Always,” Castiel admitted, rolling his head back to bare his throat - well, as much as he could when it was covered by a collar. It was worth it for the look in Dean’s eyes though, and the possessive growl that went through the human. Castiel shivered at the sound, then again as Dean started trailing kisses along his throat and shoulder.
“Good boy,” Castiel heard then, and whined at the loss as Dean’s mouth left him. He looked up with half-lidded eyes, seeing Crowley standing there with that horribly smug smirk on his face. Before Castiel could object, Dean was kneeling up and reaching out to the demon, deliberately putting himself lower than Crowley as they shared a kiss that Castiel was immediately jealous of.
Trying to sit up and interrupt it, however, was proving rather difficult with his hands behind his back. So he settled for a decidedly put-out grumble of Dean’s name, which made him break away from the demon with a smile.
“Don’t worry Cas,” Dean ran a hand down his angel’s chest, smirking. “I won’t leave you wanting.”
“I have an idea,” Crowley spoke up then, and bent to take hold of Castiel’s leash. To do that, his hand passed close to Castiel’s mouth - and he couldn’t fight the urge to turn and sink his teeth into the demon. As the taste of blood hit his tongue though, Castiel jerked back in horror as Crowley snatched his hand away, swearing.
“Damnit!” Crowley thundered, glaring down at the angel even as Castiel started trying to spit the taste of demon blood out of his mouth.
“Cas!” Dean looked horrified, and pulled Castiel up and towards the bathroom. Crowley grabbed hold of Castiel’s leash though, bringing them up short.
“That’s it. I was hoping to be gentle about this, but if you’re going to be stubborn…” He pulled the gag out of his pocket again, even as Castiel was shaking his head.
“Nononono, please Dean don’t let him,” Castiel was aware that he was panicking, but he couldn’t regain his self-control. His hands were already bound, the collar and leash made his place here clear… he didn’t want to lose his voice again as well. But Dean’s arms wrapped around him from behind, stroking over his skin and allowing Crowley to slip the gag back into his mouth and fasten it around his head.
“I’m sorry Cas,” Dean whispered into his ear. “But you gotta stop this. Crowley isn’t the enemy.”
“Right then,” Crowley’s eyes were red, his anger at being fought bringing his demonic presence to the front. “Dean, undress. I was going to let you two do this in your own time, but you’ve forced my hand.”
Dean nodded and stepped away from Castiel, trailing his hands along Castiel’s skin as long as possible before he slid out of his pants and underwear. As he toed his socks off, Castiel could see that Dean was still half-hard - apparently seeing him punished was enough to subdue Dean’s arousal without killing it completely. Crowley noticed as well and tutted in the back of his throat.
“Well that’s not going to help matters,” the demon commented before grabbing Castiel’s leash and tugging it down, making him fall to his knees in front of Dean. “You’re going to get an introduction to pleasures of the flesh. Get him hard.”
Castiel looked up at Dean, confused and a little scared, but was calmed by the hand Dean was gently running through his hair. Not sure what he was meant to be doing, Castiel leaned forwards a little and nuzzled at the base of Dean’s penis, breathing in the concentrated smell of him. He ran his cheek along the length of the rapidly-forming erection and squirmed a little, feeling himself getting turned on as well. For a being created specifically to follow orders, it was something of a relief to know that he had a commander again now that Crowley had overpowered him and was asserting his dominance.
“That’s it,” Crowley was murmuring, though Castiel wasn’t paying much attention to him, instead preoccupied with running his face along Dean’s now fully-hard penis. “What a wonderful sight you make, bound on your knees for a human. You’d be sucking that cock if your mouth was free, wouldn’t you? Of course you would.”
He pulled Castiel back by the leash and nodded to Dean.
“On the bed. Open yourself up.”
Castiel wasn’t entirely sure about what was going on any more, but Dean seemed very enthusiastic. He moved quickly to the bed and lay back, starting to suck on his fingers as Crowley pulled Castiel to his feet and turned him so that he was at the foot of the bed, watching Dean.
“Almost forgot,” Crowley spoke again and moved around the bed, handing over a small jar of something. “That should make things easier.”
“Thank you,” Dean smiled back, and Castiel watched as the human coated a finger in the jar’s contents, then reached down between his own spread legs. It clicked for Castiel then, later than it should have, that Dean was preparing himself again for sex.
Castiel felt his heartbeat speed up without his permission, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from where Dean was sliding his slicked finger into himself, other hand slowly stroking his engorged cock. He might have been looking at Castiel, he might have had his head back against the headboard, Castiel wasn’t sure - his focus was all on Dean’s hands and what they were doing to his body.
“Excellent,” Crowley’s voice whispered in his ear. “You want to take part, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, everyone in the room understood how much Castiel wanted to be with Dean now. “I saw you earlier, watching me take him. You wanted to be the one to slam into him, to claim him and mark him up as yours.”
There was a pause, and Castiel couldn’t help bowing his head a little in acquiescence. The demon let out a low laugh and stood behind him, arms coming around to stroke over Castiel’s chest and stomach. It was at that point that he noticed Crowley had taken advantage of his distraction to undress himself, and was rubbing himself against Castiel’s bound hands.
“Cas…” Dean gasped, sliding another finger into himself, and Castiel shivered. He wanted so much, but the demon behind him was holding him in place. “Cas, please Crowley. Please him and he’ll make it so good.”
Castiel wasn’t sure exactly how he was meant to please the demon behind him, then had an idea as hardened flesh ran over his hand again. Squirming a little, he managed to curl his fingers around Crowley’s erection so that the demon had a warm grip to thrust up into. It was an awkward angle, certainly, but it might please the demon.
“Well well,” Crowley sounded both smug and surprised, and Castiel felt his face heat again. “Little angel isn’t quite so innocent.” He kept up the thrusting though, and Castiel did his best to squeeze and stroke. His own erection felt horribly neglected, and he let out a whimper as he saw Dean pressing another finger into himself.
Suddenly Crowley was gone from behind him, and Castiel stumbled back a little in his confusion. Before he could attempt a protest though, Crowley’s hands were back on him - this time to slip a strap of some sort over Castiel’s cock and to wind it around his balls before tightening it. Castiel let out an unsure sound, but felt lips on the back of his neck.
“Just to make sure that you last the full round,” Crowley breathed into his ear. “After all, it can be a little overwhelming the first time you have sex in a physical body.”
Castiel shivered again, and turned pleading eyes on the demon. Dean’s sounds of pleasure were driving him insane with desire, and now Crowley was stroking Castiel’s length as well, it was all too much. He didn’t know what to do, how to handle things like this.
“It’s all right pet,” Crowley brushed his lips against Castiel’s cheek. “We’ll get you there. Dean… Dean.” It took a moment for Dean to refocus and look at Crowley instead of the inside of his own skull. When he did, Crowley smiled at him. “Pass the lube.”
For some reason, Castiel felt his dick twitch at that. Whatever was going to happen, his body had already decided that it liked the proceedings. Especially when Dean withdrew his fingers from himself, picked up the jar and crawled down to the end of the bed.
“I’m going to get him ready,” Crowley told Dean, who was looking up with wide, adoring eyes. “You get him nice and wet, ready to take you.”
At the implications, Castiel was about to turn and try to dissuade Crowley - until, that is, Dean’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and started suckling. Castiel closed his eyes against the rush of pleasure he felt, and let out an embarrassingly loud moan, even through the gag.
“That’s it,” Crowley whispered, then nudged him a little until Castiel was slowly thrusting into Dean’s mouth. He could feel a slicked finger rubbing against his entrance, but there was very little pressure thus far. Most of his attention was on Dean’s perfect mouth. “You know you want this. All those years watching humans getting off with each other, never knowing what it felt like? And now you get to experience it all. Just trust me, I’ll teach you everything you need to dominate Dean. Because that’s what you both want, isn’t it?” Castiel and Dean let out simultaneous moans of agreement. It was at this point that Castiel realised that Crowley had already slid a finger into him, and was slowly stretching him open. “Thought so. But poor little Cas here didn’t know how it all worked, and Dean was too afraid, too convinced of his own worthlessness. You both just needed a little push.”
At that he slid a second finger into Castiel, and the fallen angel jerked forwards a little. He was certainly feeling it now, the stretch of fingers where he’d never considered placing anything before. A small whimper of distress escaped the gag, but both Dean and Crowley were quick to calm him. Dean stroked him with one hand while he played around the head of Castiel’s cock with his tongue, while Crowley gently wound his free arm around Castiel’s chest, grounding him.
“Don’t fret,” Crowley spoke in between pressing light kisses to Castiel’s neck and shoulder. “We’ll take good care of you.”
Then Dean reached around with his free hand and started to finger himself again, and sucked Castiel further into his mouth just as Crowley’s fingers pressed against something that felt wonderful inside of him - his prostate, Castiel thought weakly. The visual along with the stimulation was more than enough to have Castiel relax back into the activity, now fully understanding why someone would want to have a cock up their arse. By the time Crowley pressed a third finger into him, Castiel was panting with want again, alternating between shoving back onto the fingers and forwards into Dean’s mouth, not knowing what he wanted more of.
After a few more thrusts, Crowley lowered the hand not inside Castiel and gently pushed Dean’s head back. The man let out a whine and pouted up at Crowley for a moment.
“Turn around,” Crowley smiled down at him. “Time for the best part.”
Dean immediately fell to his hands and knees again, this time facing away from Castiel, and shuffled back as much as he could. Crowley took Castiel’s erection in hand and lined him up, encouraging both males with soothing hums as he helped Castiel slide into Dean for the first time, and Castiel’s entire thought process shut down.
When he could feel the backs of Dean’s thighs pressed against the front of his own, Castiel looked down and started thinking again instead of just feeling. He couldn’t believe that Dean was letting him do this, was letting Castiel inside of him, and before he could think it through Castiel pulled back a little - just enough so that he could thrust into Dean hard.
“Fuck! Yes Cas, please!”
Castiel kept up the hard, slow thrusts, low grunts escaping him now and then. The room was quickly filled with the sound of Dean’s pleas for more, and the slap of skin on skin. He felt too as Crowley kept his hand still, felt as he was impaling himself at the same time, but didn’t care. It felt too good.
Then the fingers were gone for a few strokes, and Castiel found that he wanted them back. He let out a small whimper and turned his head a little to look at Crowley.
“Easy pet,” Crowley smiled easily at him. Castiel fought to swallow as he saw that Crowley was slicking himself up with the lube. “Don’t want to risk tearing anything.”
Then Crowley stepped back up behind him and, while Castiel rested with just the head of his dick still inside Dean, Crowley pressed into him.
They soon found their rhythm again, and Castiel was reduced to writhing between the men, thrusting forwards to claim Dean as his, back to accept his place under Crowley. The sounds Dean was making were pure sin, and Crowley’s hands and mouth on Castiel’s upper body were driving him wild.
“FUCK! CAS!” Dean shouted, head back, as he clenched up around Castiel and stroked himself through his climax. He fell to the bed then, unable to hold himself up.
Castiel whimpered then, feeling the pressure inside himself building as he desperately wanted to follow Dean over the edge, wanted to experience orgasm for himself, but the straps around his genitals denied him.
When Dean could move again and crawled up the bed a little, Castiel let out another whine of protest at the loss of friction. It didn’t last long though, as Crowley withdrew, pushed Castiel onto the bed, turned him over, picked up his legs and drove back into him. Castiel arched his back and bared his throat in an instinctive surrender, moaning around the gag and wrapping his legs around Crowley as best he could to confirm it.
“That’s it angel,” Crowley was thrusting hard and fast, and Castiel couldn’t get enough of it. “You’re learning your place, gonna take good care of you while you’re mine.”
Castiel nodded and squirmed beneath him, not to get away but trying to get closer. Crowley smirked down at him, then motioned for Dean to come closer as well.
“Undo the gag,” he whispered into Dean’s ear. The human smiled at him then, so large that Crowley felt a tug of something akin to affection within himself. Dean then bent down and made fast work of undoing Castiel’s gag, slipping the ball out of his mouth and massaging his jaw.
“So,” Crowley bent down so that Castiel was almost doubled over, putting their faces in close proximity. “Are you still going to fight me?”
Castiel answered by surging up as best he could and claiming Crowley’s mouth in a kiss. There was a lot more biting involved than the kisses he’d shared with Dean, but the demon didn’t seem to mind as he kissed back. Their tongues battled briefly for dominance, which Crowley quickly won when he wrapped a hand around Castiel’s neglected erection.
“That’s a good angel,” Crowley pulled back and smirked down at the debauched, nearly-corrupted angel beneath him. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to punish you. Instead you get a reward.” He leaned down again for another fast, brutal kiss that left them both with bleeding lips, then pulled back enough to start thrusting easily again.
“Please,” Castiel finally begged now that his mouth was free, “please let me come!”
“Almost there,” Crowley growled, stepping up his movements a notch. He watched Dean trailing a hand over Castiel’s chest and stomach, and decided to let the human have the brief contact. Castiel was more focused on the demon at the moment, he could afford to let Dean satisfy himself.
“I beg you,” Castiel pleaded, and Crowley decided that he really liked it when Castiel’s mouth was free and he wasn’t fighting. “Just let me…” His thoughts seemed to cut off when Crowley changed his angle a little, and brutally pounded into him to jab at his prostate on every thrust.
“Beg so prettily,” Crowley gloated, eyes bleeding to red again. “Dean’s fully mine. You’re not quite there yet. One last hurdle to cross.”
“Anything, please, I promise!”
“Call me Father.”
“I… I…” For a moment, Crowley thought that Castiel might manage to hold out against him - by all accounts, the angel was at least as loyal to God as Dean had been to John Winchester. But then the angel broke, and Crowley saw something in his eyes shatter. “Father! Please let me come, Father!”
Crowley knew that his smile then was purely demonic, as he quickly loosened the strap around Castiel’s genitals and continued to pound into him. It barely took a full stroke of Crowley’s hand before Castiel’s back arched off the bed and his entire body went taught. Those beautiful eyes were open and staring sightlessly at the ceiling, and a strangled groan escaped his throat as Castiel’s cock erupted.
The sight of the now fully fallen and corrupted angel below him, covered in his own semen and with whispers of “Father, oh Father” still falling from his lips, sent Crowley roaring towards his own climax.
Once he’d finished emptying himself into the pliant body beneath him, Crowley gingerly withdrew. He pulled Dean close for a quick kiss, then noticed how the boy’s eyes were falling shut. Sex clearly tired him, and Dean hadn’t actually slept properly since Sam and Castiel had appeared during their first full-out foray into sex earlier that morning.
“Sleep, my good boy,” Crowley gently stroked the side of Dean’s face with one hand. “He’ll still be here in the morning. I promise.”
“Thank you Daddy,” Dean whispered and kissed him again, then bent to kiss Castiel. The angel did his best to kiss back, before Dean withdrew and crawled up the bed to slide under the covers. It wasn’t long before Dean was clearly and soundly asleep.
“Come on,” Crowley gently rolled Castiel onto his stomach and undid the cuffs. “Let’s get you into the shower.”
He led the docile and fucked-out angel back to the bathroom, where he got into the large shower with Castiel. The water seemed to help bring Castiel back to his senses a little, and he was able to help wash himself. The steam and warm water should also help to soothe his shoulders and back, Crowley reasoned.
“There we go,” Crowley murmured. The silence was starting to get to him a little - he knew that Castiel wasn’t exactly Mr Chatty to begin with, but now he started to wonder if maybe he’d gone a little too far in breaking him. After all, Castiel would be no use if he was just going to be completely docile and submissive. That was why Crowley had encouraged him to dominate Dean.
Dean needed to be told what to do, and had clearly accepted that even with his family, he could be overruled at any time. Despite how much he’d tried to command Sam, the younger Winchester was far too independent, and Dean had had to accept that he was only calling the shots for as long as his little brother allowed him to.
Castiel, on the other hand, had it in him to be a leader. He’d woken up and fought his programming as it were, he’d rebelled and gained free will of his own. While he still yearned for someone to give him orders, he would never be satisfied again with being the bottom of the command chain. So he should have fit between Crowley and Dean nicely.
Instead, Crowley was concerned that by breaking down Castiel’s boundaries, he might have broken Castiel’s mind completely. It was a subtle art, breaking spirits, and it was entirely possible that Crowley had misjudged how much force he needed to use.
Then he saw a flicker of life start to come back as Castiel moved his neck under the spray, and Crowley let out a sigh of relief.
When they left the bathroom again, Castiel fell into step behind Crowley without a word, and Crowley felt like howling in triumph. He’d done it.
The angel and the hunter were both his. Time to move on to the next step of the plan. He ensured that Castiel climbed into bed with Dean and gave him one last kiss before slipping back into his clothes and leaving.
All in all, it had been a most profitable day.
Part Two
Author: chef_geekier
Artist: MIA
Genre: SPN Porn
Characters, Pairing(s): Dean/Cas/Crowley, Sam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 10,310
Kinks/Warnings: Brainwashing/Stockholm syndrome, bondage (gags/cuffs/collar and leash), dub-con, threesome, references to Mpreg, violence
Done for the Supernatural Kinky Bang.
Summary:
Six weeks ago, Dean went missing. Sam and Castiel (now almost completely human) have managed to track him down, to Crowley's mansion - where he's happy and cared for, having constant sexual encounters with the demon. Sam wants to destroy Crowley for brainwashing Dean. Castiel wants to destroy Crowley for touching what's his.
Crowley decides that he wants Castiel for a pet as well, and goes about breaking his mind and inserting him into the household so that Dean and Cas will be his loyal personal army.
((First part can be found here: http://chef-geekier.livejournal.com/18184.html Though this should be able to be read by itself.))
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“How did that happen?” Sam asked, looking over at his similarly bound companion.
“I don’t know,” Castiel looked down, obviously distressed. “He held out for so long in Hell… it’s only been six weeks. I don’t understand what torture could have broken him so quickly.”
The pair were currently being held in a small room in one of Crowley’s mansions, chained to opposite walls. They had come to rescue Dean, who had gone missing six weeks prior - only to find him apparently blissfully happy, in his own suite of rooms, practically naked and being fondled by Crowley himself.
If that hadn’t been bad enough, Crowley had then proceeded to bind them to the wall with his own demonic abilities and have sex with an all too eager Dean. Sam was horrified by the things that Crowley had been forcing Dean to do, and wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.
Castiel, on the other hand, wanted to tear Crowley apart for a different reason. His feelings for Dean had always been stronger than what the other angels approved of, and the fact that he had willingly fallen for the man was proof that he wanted to be more than just the Winchesters’ secret weapon, more than someone only to be called upon when their enemy was too strong to face.
And Crowley had touched what was his.
He felt a growl start to form in his throat unbidden and swallowed it down. As he’d fallen further from Heaven’s light, he’d found that his body was reacting to things without his consent. Now that he was all but human, it was as though it had a mind of its own, which was rather disturbing.
The more he thought back on that image, Dean bouncing up and down on Crowley’s lap, doing everything he was told, calling the demon Daddy - it hurt to admit, but Castiel wished that Dean would respond to him like that. Dean had always fought anything that Castiel had suggested, which had made him all the more hesitant about actually telling the human how he felt.
The door swung open then, and the occupants both turned to watch as Crowley stepped into the room. There was a bounce to his step that made Castiel wish he had his full powers back all the more fervently - if anyone deserved a good smiting, it was the abomination who had corrupted Dean.
“Good morning boys,” Crowley smiled widely at them.
“Give Dean back!” Sam shouted, pulling futilely against his chains. “What have you done to him to make him like that?”
“Temper, temper,” Crowley wagged a finger in front of Sam’s face. “I merely took care of him the way his family should have. Not my fault you couldn’t make him happy.”
“You are a foul creature deserving obliteration,” Castiel growled. “You must have played with his mind to make him want you.”
“Now that’s not very nice,” Crowley’s brow furrowed. “And after I came here specifically to fetch you for him. Dean wants to keep you two alive, and he’s been such a good boy lately I don’t see why I should deny him. If you’re not going to be nice, though…” He stepped towards Castiel, who tried briefly to move away. There was nowhere to go though, and Crowley easily grabbed him by the jaw. “Open wide,” he teased, forcing Castiel’s mouth open enough to slip a ball-gag inside. The demon made quick work of fastening it behind Castiel’s head, then stepped back to admire his handiwork.
Castiel glared up at Crowley, frustrated by his inability to do anything useful. It was made worse when Crowley bent and attached a collar to his neck, complete with a lead, before removing the shackles which had kept him chained to the wall.
“Here we go,” Crowley tugged at the lead, hard enough to force Castiel to his feet. With his hands free, Castiel immediately tried to attack Crowley, only to land on the ground with the demon straddling his hips.
“Now, now,” Crowley did not look impressed. “None of that. I was going to let Dean decide, but since you can’t be trusted…”
The demon took out a wicked-looking blade from his jacket, and went to work slicing the clothes off of Castiel’s body. The angel tried to fight back, only to find that he was magically bound again. He couldn’t even blink, and a feeling of utter helplessness washed over him. He felt his eyes start to water and fought his body in an attempt to bring it back under control.
“Let him go,” Sam was pleading, seeing how distressed Castiel was growing. “Please, stop it!”
“Sorry,” Crowley murmured, though he didn’t stop. “It’ll be over soon. If you’re good and stop fighting me, you’ll earn your clothes back.”
As he removed Castiel’s shoes and socks, leaving him completely naked, the first tear fell. Castiel tried desperately to keep his panic to himself, only to start shaking as soon as he felt the demonic bonds fall away. He didn’t fight as Crowley pulled him up a little, cradling Castiel on his lap and running a hand through his hair. As much as his skin crawled with being in such close contact with a demon, the gesture was oddly soothing.
“We’ll kill you,” Sam’s voice was low and certain, filled with hate as he glared at Crowley. “Somehow, we’ll find a way out of this and you will die.”
Crowley appeared to pay him no attention, focused instead on the trembling male he held. One arm was wrapped around Castiel’s shoulders, while the other hand trailed through his hair and occasionally lower, rubbing at the back of his neck. Castiel shot Sam a pleading look, but he wasn’t entirely sure what he was pleading for - make it stop, make it stop feeling good, make him let us go, make him take me to Dean. There were too many thoughts in Castiel’s head, and he whimpered in frustration.
“It’s okay,” Crowley hooked his roaming hand underneath Castiel’s knees and stood - a little awkwardly, but he kept hold of Castiel the whole way. “You’ll be okay once you learn your place here.”
Castiel shook his head violently, and tried to squirm out of Crowley’s grasp as he left the room, but before he was ready the door had closed behind them. Sam was left alone, and Castiel felt worse than useless.
After a few minutes of walking, Crowley put Castiel back on his feet at the bottom of a staircase and took firm hold of the leash.
“Come on pet,” he tugged a little, forcing Castiel to walk as well. “You’ll be back with Dean soon.”
Despite wanting very much to fight Crowley with every fibre of his being, Castiel knew that he wasn’t in the position to do so. He was naked and unarmed, lost and alone. Even if he could get past the other demons and back to Sam, he couldn’t pick the locks on the door or Sam’s chains. Given that he didn’t know where Dean was, or what sort of spell Crowley had cast to make Dean so receptive to him, it was best to play along for now.
No matter how much it grated, having to trail along behind a demon like a lost puppy.
It was only a few twisting corridors later before Crowley entered the room Castiel and Sam had found Dean in earlier. Dean was lying on his side on the couch, clad in sweat pants and socks, with a Hell Hound puppy nestled against his chest.
“Dean,” Crowley called, and the human woke quickly. He blinked a few times, before smiling sleepily at Crowley. When he caught sight of Castiel, his eyes widened and Dean scrambled up to greet them.
“I can keep him?” Dean asked, and Castiel could see the hope in his eyes. So Dean was still there, he wanted to keep his friends and family safe.
“Of course,” Crowley smirked. “I wouldn’t deprive you of your little angel. He’s quite the catch, after all.”
Dean’s smile then was blinding, and Castiel was confused. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Dean this happy before. The human slid a hand up Crowley’s chest and leaned down to kiss him, and Castiel couldn’t watch. He turned his head away, glaring at the opposite wall.
“Thank you, Daddy,” Dean whispered, and Castiel’s head whipped around again. He was just in time to watch Dean press another soft kiss to the demon’s lips, before reaching out his free hand to cup Castiel’s cheek. “But why is he bound? Can’t I…”
“Sorry love,” Crowley was rubbing Dean’s back with the hand not holding Castiel’s leash, and actually looking a little apologetic. “He’s still too feisty. Kept trying to attack me. Once he’s calmed and accepted things, then I’ll take off the gag and give his clothes back.”
“Okay,” Dean nodded. Crowley pressed the leash into Dean’s hand and stepped back a little.
“Why don’t you go help him wash up. I’ll arrange for your dinner to be waiting when you’re done.”
Dean’s face lit up again, and he led Castiel in the direction of one of the doors as Crowley left. Castiel glanced back for a moment to see Crowley shoo the hell hound through another door.
They passed into a large bathroom, and Castiel couldn’t help but be impressed at how Crowley was evidently taking care of Dean. The human in question sat on the edge of the enormous tub and turned on the taps, adjusting it to reach optimum temperature before adding bubble bath to it.
“It’s gonna be okay, Cas,” Dean tried to reassure him. “Crowley’s… okay, he’s a demon, but he’s taken care of me. He’ll take care of all of us.”
Castiel gave him a look which he hoped conveyed how unimpressed he was. He also hoped that it didn’t show how scared he was still.
“Hey now,” Dean reached out and took Castiel’s hand, tugging him forwards and close enough to wrap in a hug. Castiel froze, confused again - Dean was definitely not usually a particularly demonstrative person. “Think about it. He could have killed us all plenty of times by now. But he’s been helping me, letting me relax. Crowley’s been good for me, and I’ll make sure that he doesn’t hurt you.”
Gradually, Castiel relaxed into Dean’s embrace. It was odd behaviour, certainly, but it was still Dean. He was still trying to take care of his extended family. They stayed like that for several minutes, and Castiel wished fervently that he wasn’t gagged - there was so much he wanted to ask.
Soon the tub was full, and Dean pulled back a little to shut off the water before undressing himself. Once again, Castiel felt his body start to respond without his permission, so he looked down at the water instead and thought about Sam, bound, captive and all alone.
“Hey,” Dean reached for him, tapping him lightly on the forehead. “Enough thinking. It’ll all be okay.” With that, the human climbed into the tub and beckoned for Castiel to join him. Not knowing what else to do, he did as he was asked and settled down beside Dean.
He was taken by surprise when Dean wrapped an arm around his waist and, aided by the water, lifted him so that Castiel was sitting cradled on Dean’s lap. He made a muffled sound of protest and looked up into Dean’s eyes, trying to convey how he felt about the whole situation. Dean, damn him, just smiled and nuzzled into Castiel’s hair, before pulling back and making a face.
“Ew, dude. Crowley was right about you needing a wash. I guess no one taught you about personal hygiene yet.”
Castiel felt his skin heat, and it occurred to him that he was probably blushing. In truth, he’d known that soon he would have to start taking care of his body the way a normal mortal would, he just hadn’t known how to. No one had explained how to properly clean himself, other than the few times he’d dunked himself in cold water and rubbed at any dirt he could see.
“It’s okay,” Dean reached back and grabbed a wash cloth, handed it to Castiel and then poured some body wash onto it. “Here, let me show you. Get up a lather, and scrub at your body.”
While Castiel did as he was told, Dean gently tilted the former angel’s head back so that he could wet his hair. Castiel’s motions stilled as he felt Dean’s fingers massaging something into his hair, and found his eyes falling shut automatically. It felt comforting, and he hummed in contentment. He felt it as Dean let out a chuckle, causing Castiel to bounce a little against his chest.
“There we go,” Dean spoke quietly as he removed his hands. “Keep your eyes closed, I’m gonna rinse out the suds now.”
Castiel nodded a little, though he gripped Dean’s shoulders tight as he was lowered back into the water so that only his face remained above the surface. Dean held him with one arm, while the other hand ran through Castiel’s hair again. As he was raised back up, Dean manhandled him so that Castiel was now sitting astride Dean’s legs, facing each other. He kept his eyes closed, feeling as Dean picked up the discarded wash cloth and started running it along his skin again.
“Cas,” Dean sounded choked up, and Castiel wondered why. “Wipe the water off your face, then you can open your eyes again.”
Deciding that it sounded like a good idea, Castiel continued to do as he was told. When he blinked his eyes a few times, he realised that Dean was staring hard at him, studying his reactions. Castiel looked down, unsure - and saw why Dean was breathing hard. The man’s dick was hard, floating up and a hair’s breadth away from touching Castiel.
Castiel found that his own breathing sped up, and he looked up again.
“Damnit, Cas,” Dean ground out and dragged him forwards into another embrace. Castiel couldn’t help but squirm a little at the feeling of Dean’s erection rubbing at him - gradually coaxing his own cock to hardness. “Always wanted you,” Dean whispered into his now-clean hair. “Right from the start. But you were an angel, I didn’t think I had a chance with you. Didn’t think I was good enough.”
Wishing he could speak to correct Dean, Castiel settled instead for running his hands up Dean’s chest to wind his arms around Dean’s neck and return the hug. He felt Dean’s hands roaming over his back, stroking and caressing, and closed his eyes again. This was nice. This was good.
“I know the truth now,” Dean continued. “I know that I’m better than I thought I was. Crowley’s opened my eyes, showed me that I just needed to learn to ask for what I need, for what I really want. Cas, please… stay and be mine?”
Castiel was nodding almost before Dean finished the sentence. So he was staying as a pet to a demon… it didn’t matter. Dean was still Dean, and he was already showing Castiel how to get by as a human.
There were extra fingers on the back of his head then, and Castiel jerked away a little - only to have Dean take hold of his jaw while the straps to the gag fell away. He saw then that Crowley was leaning over the side of the tub, and held still as the demon helped get the ball out of his mouth.
“Good boys,” Crowley smirked down at them, running a hand through Castiel’s hair again. “There’s food waiting in the other room. You can finish playing later.”
“Yes sir,” Dean nodded and gently nudged Castiel until they were both standing. Castiel, much to his own chagrin, kept behind Dean in an attempt to keep Crowley from seeing him aroused. In fact, he was unsettled by the fact that the demon’s presence hadn’t killed his erection. Though he figured that it probably had something to do with having a wet, naked Dean within touching distance.
Dean teaching Castiel how to dry himself involved lots of touching, Castiel enjoying the new freedom to run his hands over Dean’s skin. Part of him wanted to speak now, to question Dean about everything, but he didn’t want to do so with Crowley still hanging around. So instead he remained focused on how open Dean seemed to be now, willing to express himself and his own wants.
Then he found himself backed up against the wall as Dean dove in to kiss him, and all he could do was open up to let Dean in. Castiel wound his arms around Dean’s body in an attempt to get closer as he did his best to kiss back. It was overwhelming, and the act itself seemed rather messy and wet, but Dean seemed to be enjoying himself.
“Dean,” Crowley interrupted then, causing Dean to pull back a little. “Dinner first. Then you can molest him properly.”
“Okay,” Dean grinned and followed Crowley back into the main room, the demon snagging the end of Castiel’s leash to pull him along as well. Castiel watched as Dean crossed to the set of drawers and pulled on underwear, clean sweats and socks, then turned away from the sight to see Crowley watching him. The demon grinned and winked, which made Castiel growl a little and glare at him.
“Ah ah,” Crowley tugged him closer with the lead and wagged a finger in his face. “None of that. You’re here to learn to enjoy yourself, stop being so self-conscious.” He pulled Castiel down and tried to land a kiss on his lips.
“No!” Castiel immediately started fighting, attempting to punch the demon. Giving himself over to Dean was one thing - he’d wanted it for so long, he could hardly believe that Dean wanted him back - but he refused to share his body with a filthy abomination. “Do not touch me!”
“Hey,” Dean jumped in and wrapped his arms around Castiel, pinning the angel in place. “Hey, Cas, shhh. It’s okay, I’m here.” He kept whispering soothing things, running his hands up and down Castiel’s back.
“I’m sorry Dean,” Crowley shook his head, and Castiel glared at him. “But I can’t let him keep doing that.”
“Don’t take him away,” Dean pleaded. Castiel felt his insides clench at the idea. That wasn’t what he’d wanted to achieve.
“It’s all right,” Crowley approached them. “I said you could keep him, and you can. But the lack of clothes isn’t enough to get through to him. I thought that he was starting to accept things, but…” Crowley then grabbed both of Castiel’s wrists and pulled them together behind his back, attaching soft leather cuffs to them both and linking them together so that he was bound.
“No, let me go,” Castiel spoke then, trying to twist out of the cuffs. But they were too well crafted, and with Dean’s arms around his waist still it just served to make him keep bumping into Dean’s well-defined chest. “Stop it.” His voice trembled, as much as he hated himself for it, though it did cause Dean to resume the soothing talk and strokes.
“It’ll pass,” Dean assured him. “You just gotta learn not to fight. Crowley takes care of us, he cares about us. He’ll take off the cuffs when you stop trying to hurt him.”
“Exactly,” Crowley confirmed, stroking one hand down Castiel’s side and cupping one arse-cheek briefly. “You’ll learn in time.”
The demon backed off then, giving Dean a brief kiss before leaving the room.
Dean continued to hold Castiel for a moment, then led him over to the sofa. There was a tray on the coffee table in front of it, with two bowls of steaming chicken casserole and some small bread rolls. Dean tugged him down to sit and picked up a roll, tearing it in two before dipping one piece in the casserole.
“Here,” he blew on it to cool it and held it to Castiel’s mouth. “Looks like I’m gonna have to feed you myself for now.”
“I’m sorry,” Castiel looked down and took a small bite from the bread. He hadn’t wanted to make things harder for Dean, he’d just… “Crowley confuses me,” he admitted after swallowing the bread. “I do not know how to react to him. He is keeping us here, hostage, but you… you’re happy here.”
“I am,” Dean agreed. He picked up a bowl and started feeding Castiel from it. “I know it’s strange, but it’s peaceful here. Crowley makes me feel special, the way he’s made me the centre of his attention in here. The world’s going on out there, and it’ll be a shithole when I get back to it, but… I’m safe here. And now you’re here, and Sammy’s here somewhere too. He’ll take care of Sammy, he promised.”
Castiel considered as he ate. He wasn’t quite as trusting of Crowley’s actions. It still amazed him that Crowley had managed to gain Dean’s trust in such a short amount of time, especially given the Winchesters’ previous interactions with demons, but he couldn’t deny that Dean was healthier and happier than he’d ever seen the man.
Dean was now alternating feeding them both, apparently lost in thought even as he ensured the meal was cool enough to eat. Castiel enjoyed watching him think, and felt his love for the human growing stronger.
They finished the meal in silence, and Castiel found himself enjoying it. He had started to eat a couple of weeks ago - and agreed with Sam that neither would mention the incident when Sam had had to explain about some of the side-effects of eating - but decided that this was his favourite meal so far. It was mostly due to the company, he was willing to admit.
He caught Dean watching him then and froze. Castiel had seen that look in Dean’s eyes before, mostly directed at voluptuous waitresses, and it sent a thrill of eagerness through him. For Dean to be eyeing him like that…
“Cas,” Dean whispered, setting the bowl back down and leaning forwards. “Enough waiting. I want you, I know you want me. I’m sick of pretending we’re not more interested in screwing each other than whatever creature’s attacking.” Castiel shifted back a little, uncertain but definitely aroused, especially when Dean smirked at him and started crawling along the couch to hover over him. He placed one hand on Castiel’s chest, gently pushing him to lay down, making a place for himself between Castiel’s legs.
“Dean,” Castiel whispered, surrender in the name. “I’ve seen what to do, but I don’t…”
“You don’t know what to do,” Dean suggested, and Castiel nodded. “Neither did I, until Crowley taught me. Now I’ll teach you.”
“Yes,” Castiel wrapped his leg around Dean’s waist, trying to pull him in closer. Dean smirked again, but obeyed the silent command and lowered himself so that he could once again seal their lips together. As he felt Dean’s enthusiasm for the act, Castiel decided that he could get used to kissing.
The feel of Dean’s bare chest against his was exhilarating, and Castiel decided that he wanted more skin-to-skin. If he’d known how it felt earlier, he would’ve stopped wearing the suit and overcoat months ago. He wished fervently that his hands were free to roam Dean’s flesh, and made do with arching his back to press against Dean’s chest.
“That’s it,” Dean whispered against his lips. “Trust me.”
“Always,” Castiel admitted, rolling his head back to bare his throat - well, as much as he could when it was covered by a collar. It was worth it for the look in Dean’s eyes though, and the possessive growl that went through the human. Castiel shivered at the sound, then again as Dean started trailing kisses along his throat and shoulder.
“Good boy,” Castiel heard then, and whined at the loss as Dean’s mouth left him. He looked up with half-lidded eyes, seeing Crowley standing there with that horribly smug smirk on his face. Before Castiel could object, Dean was kneeling up and reaching out to the demon, deliberately putting himself lower than Crowley as they shared a kiss that Castiel was immediately jealous of.
Trying to sit up and interrupt it, however, was proving rather difficult with his hands behind his back. So he settled for a decidedly put-out grumble of Dean’s name, which made him break away from the demon with a smile.
“Don’t worry Cas,” Dean ran a hand down his angel’s chest, smirking. “I won’t leave you wanting.”
“I have an idea,” Crowley spoke up then, and bent to take hold of Castiel’s leash. To do that, his hand passed close to Castiel’s mouth - and he couldn’t fight the urge to turn and sink his teeth into the demon. As the taste of blood hit his tongue though, Castiel jerked back in horror as Crowley snatched his hand away, swearing.
“Damnit!” Crowley thundered, glaring down at the angel even as Castiel started trying to spit the taste of demon blood out of his mouth.
“Cas!” Dean looked horrified, and pulled Castiel up and towards the bathroom. Crowley grabbed hold of Castiel’s leash though, bringing them up short.
“That’s it. I was hoping to be gentle about this, but if you’re going to be stubborn…” He pulled the gag out of his pocket again, even as Castiel was shaking his head.
“Nononono, please Dean don’t let him,” Castiel was aware that he was panicking, but he couldn’t regain his self-control. His hands were already bound, the collar and leash made his place here clear… he didn’t want to lose his voice again as well. But Dean’s arms wrapped around him from behind, stroking over his skin and allowing Crowley to slip the gag back into his mouth and fasten it around his head.
“I’m sorry Cas,” Dean whispered into his ear. “But you gotta stop this. Crowley isn’t the enemy.”
“Right then,” Crowley’s eyes were red, his anger at being fought bringing his demonic presence to the front. “Dean, undress. I was going to let you two do this in your own time, but you’ve forced my hand.”
Dean nodded and stepped away from Castiel, trailing his hands along Castiel’s skin as long as possible before he slid out of his pants and underwear. As he toed his socks off, Castiel could see that Dean was still half-hard - apparently seeing him punished was enough to subdue Dean’s arousal without killing it completely. Crowley noticed as well and tutted in the back of his throat.
“Well that’s not going to help matters,” the demon commented before grabbing Castiel’s leash and tugging it down, making him fall to his knees in front of Dean. “You’re going to get an introduction to pleasures of the flesh. Get him hard.”
Castiel looked up at Dean, confused and a little scared, but was calmed by the hand Dean was gently running through his hair. Not sure what he was meant to be doing, Castiel leaned forwards a little and nuzzled at the base of Dean’s penis, breathing in the concentrated smell of him. He ran his cheek along the length of the rapidly-forming erection and squirmed a little, feeling himself getting turned on as well. For a being created specifically to follow orders, it was something of a relief to know that he had a commander again now that Crowley had overpowered him and was asserting his dominance.
“That’s it,” Crowley was murmuring, though Castiel wasn’t paying much attention to him, instead preoccupied with running his face along Dean’s now fully-hard penis. “What a wonderful sight you make, bound on your knees for a human. You’d be sucking that cock if your mouth was free, wouldn’t you? Of course you would.”
He pulled Castiel back by the leash and nodded to Dean.
“On the bed. Open yourself up.”
Castiel wasn’t entirely sure about what was going on any more, but Dean seemed very enthusiastic. He moved quickly to the bed and lay back, starting to suck on his fingers as Crowley pulled Castiel to his feet and turned him so that he was at the foot of the bed, watching Dean.
“Almost forgot,” Crowley spoke again and moved around the bed, handing over a small jar of something. “That should make things easier.”
“Thank you,” Dean smiled back, and Castiel watched as the human coated a finger in the jar’s contents, then reached down between his own spread legs. It clicked for Castiel then, later than it should have, that Dean was preparing himself again for sex.
Castiel felt his heartbeat speed up without his permission, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from where Dean was sliding his slicked finger into himself, other hand slowly stroking his engorged cock. He might have been looking at Castiel, he might have had his head back against the headboard, Castiel wasn’t sure - his focus was all on Dean’s hands and what they were doing to his body.
“Excellent,” Crowley’s voice whispered in his ear. “You want to take part, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, everyone in the room understood how much Castiel wanted to be with Dean now. “I saw you earlier, watching me take him. You wanted to be the one to slam into him, to claim him and mark him up as yours.”
There was a pause, and Castiel couldn’t help bowing his head a little in acquiescence. The demon let out a low laugh and stood behind him, arms coming around to stroke over Castiel’s chest and stomach. It was at that point that he noticed Crowley had taken advantage of his distraction to undress himself, and was rubbing himself against Castiel’s bound hands.
“Cas…” Dean gasped, sliding another finger into himself, and Castiel shivered. He wanted so much, but the demon behind him was holding him in place. “Cas, please Crowley. Please him and he’ll make it so good.”
Castiel wasn’t sure exactly how he was meant to please the demon behind him, then had an idea as hardened flesh ran over his hand again. Squirming a little, he managed to curl his fingers around Crowley’s erection so that the demon had a warm grip to thrust up into. It was an awkward angle, certainly, but it might please the demon.
“Well well,” Crowley sounded both smug and surprised, and Castiel felt his face heat again. “Little angel isn’t quite so innocent.” He kept up the thrusting though, and Castiel did his best to squeeze and stroke. His own erection felt horribly neglected, and he let out a whimper as he saw Dean pressing another finger into himself.
Suddenly Crowley was gone from behind him, and Castiel stumbled back a little in his confusion. Before he could attempt a protest though, Crowley’s hands were back on him - this time to slip a strap of some sort over Castiel’s cock and to wind it around his balls before tightening it. Castiel let out an unsure sound, but felt lips on the back of his neck.
“Just to make sure that you last the full round,” Crowley breathed into his ear. “After all, it can be a little overwhelming the first time you have sex in a physical body.”
Castiel shivered again, and turned pleading eyes on the demon. Dean’s sounds of pleasure were driving him insane with desire, and now Crowley was stroking Castiel’s length as well, it was all too much. He didn’t know what to do, how to handle things like this.
“It’s all right pet,” Crowley brushed his lips against Castiel’s cheek. “We’ll get you there. Dean… Dean.” It took a moment for Dean to refocus and look at Crowley instead of the inside of his own skull. When he did, Crowley smiled at him. “Pass the lube.”
For some reason, Castiel felt his dick twitch at that. Whatever was going to happen, his body had already decided that it liked the proceedings. Especially when Dean withdrew his fingers from himself, picked up the jar and crawled down to the end of the bed.
“I’m going to get him ready,” Crowley told Dean, who was looking up with wide, adoring eyes. “You get him nice and wet, ready to take you.”
At the implications, Castiel was about to turn and try to dissuade Crowley - until, that is, Dean’s mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and started suckling. Castiel closed his eyes against the rush of pleasure he felt, and let out an embarrassingly loud moan, even through the gag.
“That’s it,” Crowley whispered, then nudged him a little until Castiel was slowly thrusting into Dean’s mouth. He could feel a slicked finger rubbing against his entrance, but there was very little pressure thus far. Most of his attention was on Dean’s perfect mouth. “You know you want this. All those years watching humans getting off with each other, never knowing what it felt like? And now you get to experience it all. Just trust me, I’ll teach you everything you need to dominate Dean. Because that’s what you both want, isn’t it?” Castiel and Dean let out simultaneous moans of agreement. It was at this point that Castiel realised that Crowley had already slid a finger into him, and was slowly stretching him open. “Thought so. But poor little Cas here didn’t know how it all worked, and Dean was too afraid, too convinced of his own worthlessness. You both just needed a little push.”
At that he slid a second finger into Castiel, and the fallen angel jerked forwards a little. He was certainly feeling it now, the stretch of fingers where he’d never considered placing anything before. A small whimper of distress escaped the gag, but both Dean and Crowley were quick to calm him. Dean stroked him with one hand while he played around the head of Castiel’s cock with his tongue, while Crowley gently wound his free arm around Castiel’s chest, grounding him.
“Don’t fret,” Crowley spoke in between pressing light kisses to Castiel’s neck and shoulder. “We’ll take good care of you.”
Then Dean reached around with his free hand and started to finger himself again, and sucked Castiel further into his mouth just as Crowley’s fingers pressed against something that felt wonderful inside of him - his prostate, Castiel thought weakly. The visual along with the stimulation was more than enough to have Castiel relax back into the activity, now fully understanding why someone would want to have a cock up their arse. By the time Crowley pressed a third finger into him, Castiel was panting with want again, alternating between shoving back onto the fingers and forwards into Dean’s mouth, not knowing what he wanted more of.
After a few more thrusts, Crowley lowered the hand not inside Castiel and gently pushed Dean’s head back. The man let out a whine and pouted up at Crowley for a moment.
“Turn around,” Crowley smiled down at him. “Time for the best part.”
Dean immediately fell to his hands and knees again, this time facing away from Castiel, and shuffled back as much as he could. Crowley took Castiel’s erection in hand and lined him up, encouraging both males with soothing hums as he helped Castiel slide into Dean for the first time, and Castiel’s entire thought process shut down.
When he could feel the backs of Dean’s thighs pressed against the front of his own, Castiel looked down and started thinking again instead of just feeling. He couldn’t believe that Dean was letting him do this, was letting Castiel inside of him, and before he could think it through Castiel pulled back a little - just enough so that he could thrust into Dean hard.
“Fuck! Yes Cas, please!”
Castiel kept up the hard, slow thrusts, low grunts escaping him now and then. The room was quickly filled with the sound of Dean’s pleas for more, and the slap of skin on skin. He felt too as Crowley kept his hand still, felt as he was impaling himself at the same time, but didn’t care. It felt too good.
Then the fingers were gone for a few strokes, and Castiel found that he wanted them back. He let out a small whimper and turned his head a little to look at Crowley.
“Easy pet,” Crowley smiled easily at him. Castiel fought to swallow as he saw that Crowley was slicking himself up with the lube. “Don’t want to risk tearing anything.”
Then Crowley stepped back up behind him and, while Castiel rested with just the head of his dick still inside Dean, Crowley pressed into him.
They soon found their rhythm again, and Castiel was reduced to writhing between the men, thrusting forwards to claim Dean as his, back to accept his place under Crowley. The sounds Dean was making were pure sin, and Crowley’s hands and mouth on Castiel’s upper body were driving him wild.
“FUCK! CAS!” Dean shouted, head back, as he clenched up around Castiel and stroked himself through his climax. He fell to the bed then, unable to hold himself up.
Castiel whimpered then, feeling the pressure inside himself building as he desperately wanted to follow Dean over the edge, wanted to experience orgasm for himself, but the straps around his genitals denied him.
When Dean could move again and crawled up the bed a little, Castiel let out another whine of protest at the loss of friction. It didn’t last long though, as Crowley withdrew, pushed Castiel onto the bed, turned him over, picked up his legs and drove back into him. Castiel arched his back and bared his throat in an instinctive surrender, moaning around the gag and wrapping his legs around Crowley as best he could to confirm it.
“That’s it angel,” Crowley was thrusting hard and fast, and Castiel couldn’t get enough of it. “You’re learning your place, gonna take good care of you while you’re mine.”
Castiel nodded and squirmed beneath him, not to get away but trying to get closer. Crowley smirked down at him, then motioned for Dean to come closer as well.
“Undo the gag,” he whispered into Dean’s ear. The human smiled at him then, so large that Crowley felt a tug of something akin to affection within himself. Dean then bent down and made fast work of undoing Castiel’s gag, slipping the ball out of his mouth and massaging his jaw.
“So,” Crowley bent down so that Castiel was almost doubled over, putting their faces in close proximity. “Are you still going to fight me?”
Castiel answered by surging up as best he could and claiming Crowley’s mouth in a kiss. There was a lot more biting involved than the kisses he’d shared with Dean, but the demon didn’t seem to mind as he kissed back. Their tongues battled briefly for dominance, which Crowley quickly won when he wrapped a hand around Castiel’s neglected erection.
“That’s a good angel,” Crowley pulled back and smirked down at the debauched, nearly-corrupted angel beneath him. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to punish you. Instead you get a reward.” He leaned down again for another fast, brutal kiss that left them both with bleeding lips, then pulled back enough to start thrusting easily again.
“Please,” Castiel finally begged now that his mouth was free, “please let me come!”
“Almost there,” Crowley growled, stepping up his movements a notch. He watched Dean trailing a hand over Castiel’s chest and stomach, and decided to let the human have the brief contact. Castiel was more focused on the demon at the moment, he could afford to let Dean satisfy himself.
“I beg you,” Castiel pleaded, and Crowley decided that he really liked it when Castiel’s mouth was free and he wasn’t fighting. “Just let me…” His thoughts seemed to cut off when Crowley changed his angle a little, and brutally pounded into him to jab at his prostate on every thrust.
“Beg so prettily,” Crowley gloated, eyes bleeding to red again. “Dean’s fully mine. You’re not quite there yet. One last hurdle to cross.”
“Anything, please, I promise!”
“Call me Father.”
“I… I…” For a moment, Crowley thought that Castiel might manage to hold out against him - by all accounts, the angel was at least as loyal to God as Dean had been to John Winchester. But then the angel broke, and Crowley saw something in his eyes shatter. “Father! Please let me come, Father!”
Crowley knew that his smile then was purely demonic, as he quickly loosened the strap around Castiel’s genitals and continued to pound into him. It barely took a full stroke of Crowley’s hand before Castiel’s back arched off the bed and his entire body went taught. Those beautiful eyes were open and staring sightlessly at the ceiling, and a strangled groan escaped his throat as Castiel’s cock erupted.
The sight of the now fully fallen and corrupted angel below him, covered in his own semen and with whispers of “Father, oh Father” still falling from his lips, sent Crowley roaring towards his own climax.
Once he’d finished emptying himself into the pliant body beneath him, Crowley gingerly withdrew. He pulled Dean close for a quick kiss, then noticed how the boy’s eyes were falling shut. Sex clearly tired him, and Dean hadn’t actually slept properly since Sam and Castiel had appeared during their first full-out foray into sex earlier that morning.
“Sleep, my good boy,” Crowley gently stroked the side of Dean’s face with one hand. “He’ll still be here in the morning. I promise.”
“Thank you Daddy,” Dean whispered and kissed him again, then bent to kiss Castiel. The angel did his best to kiss back, before Dean withdrew and crawled up the bed to slide under the covers. It wasn’t long before Dean was clearly and soundly asleep.
“Come on,” Crowley gently rolled Castiel onto his stomach and undid the cuffs. “Let’s get you into the shower.”
He led the docile and fucked-out angel back to the bathroom, where he got into the large shower with Castiel. The water seemed to help bring Castiel back to his senses a little, and he was able to help wash himself. The steam and warm water should also help to soothe his shoulders and back, Crowley reasoned.
“There we go,” Crowley murmured. The silence was starting to get to him a little - he knew that Castiel wasn’t exactly Mr Chatty to begin with, but now he started to wonder if maybe he’d gone a little too far in breaking him. After all, Castiel would be no use if he was just going to be completely docile and submissive. That was why Crowley had encouraged him to dominate Dean.
Dean needed to be told what to do, and had clearly accepted that even with his family, he could be overruled at any time. Despite how much he’d tried to command Sam, the younger Winchester was far too independent, and Dean had had to accept that he was only calling the shots for as long as his little brother allowed him to.
Castiel, on the other hand, had it in him to be a leader. He’d woken up and fought his programming as it were, he’d rebelled and gained free will of his own. While he still yearned for someone to give him orders, he would never be satisfied again with being the bottom of the command chain. So he should have fit between Crowley and Dean nicely.
Instead, Crowley was concerned that by breaking down Castiel’s boundaries, he might have broken Castiel’s mind completely. It was a subtle art, breaking spirits, and it was entirely possible that Crowley had misjudged how much force he needed to use.
Then he saw a flicker of life start to come back as Castiel moved his neck under the spray, and Crowley let out a sigh of relief.
When they left the bathroom again, Castiel fell into step behind Crowley without a word, and Crowley felt like howling in triumph. He’d done it.
The angel and the hunter were both his. Time to move on to the next step of the plan. He ensured that Castiel climbed into bed with Dean and gave him one last kiss before slipping back into his clothes and leaving.
All in all, it had been a most profitable day.
Part Two