Fic: Bound Together. Part 1: Hell. Chapter 21
Summary: Dean was Alistair's most beloved student for a reason. Fic on what Dean did in Hell and the consequences he has to deal with after he's pulled out...and the fact that his brother starts looking at him -and touching him!- in ways he shouldn't. First half of the story is set in Hell and there's DW/OFC. Eventually DW/SW -when DW's alive and kicking- and Evil!SW towards the end.
Sorry! I know I suck at summaries! If you want, you can suggest a better one as the story progresses!
A/N: My muse's been pretty creative and this is going to be a really 'really' long story -meaning lots and lots of chapters.
Rated: NC-17
Setting: Season Four
Characters: Dean, Sam, Alistair, Ruby, Bobby Singer, Castiel, OFC, OMCs
Genres: Angst, Torture, Horror, Hurt & Comfort, Romance
Warnings: BDSM, Rape/Non-con, Dub-con, Threesome, Torture, Language, Violence
Disclaimer: Don’t own them…just writing for fun!
A/N: Hi, guys! Since my fic is going to be pretty long, I thought it’d be a good idea to have an index. I’ll be updating it regularly and you’ll find a short summary of each chapter there -in case you’re not interested in reading the whole thing. Enjoy!
Index here: http://emeralds75.livejournal.com/3985.html
Chapter 21: Mine!
Whenever she wasn’t in bed with him, she wore the crimson dress he’d gotten for her. He loved the way she looked in it and found the contrast of colors -vivid red, milky white and chocolate brown- absolutely fascinating, and he just couldn’t believe how well he’d chosen the garment. Not that she had it on that often since they spent their evenings making love, holding each other, exchanging passionate kisses and caresses in bed.
They were together in bed as usual when Dean realized it was time for him to resume his duties. However, he didn’t want to be away from her so he suggested that she accompanied him. She was rather reluctant about it -the idea of witnessing him performing his chores didn’t sound particularly alluring to her- but after a little coaxing on his part, she finally agreed to it.
He got dressed, walked to the door and opened it for her. She looked at him and asked “Erm, don’t you think I should wear something else?” pointing at her new dress.
“Why? You look great, sweetheart,” he replied and then added “C’mon, we gotta go. I’ve got work to do.”
She didn’t know how to answer to that so she sucked in a breath and followed him. The large doors leading outside their room opened in front of her and she shivered. The last time she’d left their room had led to her assault and now she wasn’t sure if she actually wanted to go outside. She knew she was acting crazy. She’d repeatedly told herself how boring things were when he left her alone in their room, but now she couldn’t help feeling frightened. What if she was attacked again? True, he was there to protect her now, but what if he was outnumbered or something and they got to her again?
He immediately realized why she was trembling and reassured her reminding her that he’d be beside her the whole time and that now she had a protection symbol on her neck so nobody would hurt her again. That didn’t sound that convincing to her, but after some more reassuring words and hugs, she finally plucked up the courage to step outside.
“See? It’s okay. It’s gonna be alright, I promise,” he said again.
They walked along the dark hallway leading to the torture chambers. She walked a few steps behind him, hiding behind his large frame, while he held her small hand in his. Demons bowed and cleared the way for Dean as soon as they saw him, but they couldn’t hide the lust in their eyes when they spotted her behind him.
Of course, he didn’t fail to see it and instantly charred two of them to cinders right there on the spot. The rest of the demons around them shook in fear and fled as fast as they could. She was confused by the whole thing. Not that she was happy with all those demons around them ogling her, but she couldn’t understand why he’d reacted that way. And what puzzled her even more was that Dean had turned around and was heading back to their room literally dragging her by the waist.
“Why did you do that?” she asked as they quickly walked down the hallway.
“No one looks at you like that!”
“Well, they wouldn’t if I wore something else…this dress doesn’t cover much…I’m practically naked!” she retorted almost out of breath trying to keep up with his fast strides.
In that moment, he stopped on his feet, faced her, and yelled “I don’t care! That’s no excuse! You’re mine and no one gets to look at you!”
He was so furious he was glowing already, and green fire was beginning to form around him. He felt the wrath building in his gut and wanted to unleash it and turn to ashes all of the demons that have dared to lay their eyes on his woman.
He was about to burst out in flames when he noticed her trembling hand trapped in his. He snapped out of his trance and looked at her. She was scared to death…of him. He felt his heart sinking at the realization and immediately started the damage control “Sorry, baby, I’m not mad at you, ok?” and then taking a deep breath he added “let’s just go to our room.”
She simply nodded and followed him back to their room. As soon as they arrived, Dean locked the doors behind him and noticed she was rubbing her wrist. He took a closer look at it and saw the red marks on her skin: bruises were already beginning to form, and they were finger-shaped. He had done that to her, his death grip on her tiny wrist had done that.
He swallowed the lump in his throat and approached her. He looked at her tenderly and apologized kissing her wrist and immediately healed her bruises. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t…I’m sorry.” He uttered those words with so much guilt and grief in his eyes that he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold the tears already forming there.
She noticed his remorse and replied “it’s fine, it was an accident…it’s not like you did it on purpose” and then nervously added “just try not to do it again, okay?”
He nodded and kissed her wrist and hand again. He seemed calm and she thought she might give it another try “you know, like I was saying earlier, others wouldn’t stare if I wore something different…I mean this is barely a dress, more like a bunch of pieces of crimson fabric…it’s like walking around naked” trying to sound casual but being a little hesitant because she didn’t want to make him angry again.
And yet, she failed dismally. Dean was glowing with rage -and jealousy- again and yelled “naked or not no one looks at you! No one covets what’s mine!”
Dean was covered in flames again, and his voice was resonating throughout the room. She took another deep breath wishing she’d kept her mouth shut and nervously managed to utter “so-sorry…I was just saying” before adding “better learn to keep that temper on check!” The second those words left her mouth, she knew she should have never said them as he’d probably throw another tantrum and she’d no doubt have to deal with the consequences.
He realized he was scaring the hell out of her so he took deep breaths doing his best to calm down…this time for good. Once he was sure his temper was under control, he slowly approached her and said “listen, I’m not mad at you, ok?” stroking her cheek. She nodded in response and then he added “it’s just that after what those bastards did to you…I don’t want anyone laying a finger on you ever…I.won’t.allow.it!” punctuating his last words.
On hearing those words, she trembled in fear. She knew very well what he meant and the memory made her shiver “but that won’t happen again…it can’t, right? The protection symbol on my neck…” she was clearly agitated, terror taking over her.
He could see right through her so he explained “no, honey, you’re safe. But now that I’m way more powerful I think it’s better if I brand you as mine. That way everyone will see you belong to me and won’t try anything…unless they want to end up as Dash and his minions.”
She was quiet, clearly considering what he’d just said. She knew that there wasn’t much she could do ―actually there was absolutely nothing she could do since he was clearly the one calling the shots. However, he wasn’t pushing the matter; he was making it sound like a proposal instead. And in honest truth, it didn’t sound crazy at all, on the contrary, it sounded like the best thing to do. She knew it’d hurt, but she could take it. Besides, a little pain was a low price to pay for being safe.
So, she took a deep breath and said “okay…it makes sense…let’s do it” brushing her hair off in order to expose the side of her neck where the skin wasn’t branded. Dean smiled and then explained “no, princess, I need you to take your dress off.”
His request was met by a wide-eyed girl, breathing heavily and trembling. So, he kissed her hand and spoke as reassuringly as he could “it’ll be alright…I’ll make it real quick, ok?” It was pretty obvious that she wasn’t buying it, but nodded all the same and brought her hands to the knot behind her neck, untied it, and let the dress drop to the floor.
He knew that she was scared ―being branded wasn’t a particularly enjoyable experience and now she was aware of it― but she was being compliant so he thought it best to take advantage of it and speed things up a little.
He asked her to lie down in the middle of the bed and she obeyed without protesting. He stared at her for a while, lying naked and compliant in bed, and felt his growing arousal, but that would have to wait, he had to brand her first. So, he lied down next to her and started kissing her. She returned his kisses but after a while she looked at him and asked “I thought you were going to…”
She was clearly confused and scared, and he wanted none of that, so he replied casually “yeah, but I thought we could make out first” with a cocky smirk. She giggled a little and nodded. He felt her relaxing immediately and felt pleased. He kissed and caressed her face, neck, breasts, and kept kissing his way down till he got to her hipbone. He suckled and nibbled the skin there and placed both hands on her hips to keep her firmly in place.
She was lost in the bliss of his kisses and didn’t notice he was about to brand her. He grinned against her soft skin as soon as he realized she wasn’t aware of it -that had been his plan all along. He then darted his fiery tongue and began drawing an intricate pattern, starting on her hipbone and continuing all the way down to her mound. He felt her writhing in pain, but he didn’t stop, he couldn’t stop, not yet.
He kept her still, drew a few more lines, and then took a good long look at his handiwork. The skin was angry red and still sizzling, a number of lines and curves intertwined ending in her mound less than an inch away from the wet place where her folds met. He looked up at her and saw she was breathing heavily, arching off the bed, fisting the sheets, little whimpers escaping her lips.
He blew on the symbol and thought how sensitive the skin would be there and licked his lips in anticipation. He licked the spot with his wet tongue soothingly and blew on it again. She seemed to be relieved almost instantly, her whole body slowly relaxing, and he did it again and again until her tension was completely gone.
When he was done, he reached up to her face and kissed and stroked her, cooing in her ear “It wasn’t so bad, was it, baby?”
“No.”
“Good. Now I need you to lie on your stomach, okay?”
She looked at him wonderingly and he explained “we’re not done yet.”
She took a deep breath and did as she was told. He gently caressed her back and whispered reassuring words in her ear to help her calm down. He did the exact same thing he’d done before: he kissed and caressed her until she relaxed and then placed his hand on the small of her back to keep her still. Next, he rested his body between her legs and started licking the skin at the base of her spine. He gave long wet strokes until the skin there was slick and then began drawing a symbol. He felt her hissing and flinching as soon as he got started so he held her more firmly to prevent her from moving and ruin the symbol.
He focused again on the task at hand and drew another cryptic symbol at the base of the spine, framing her cheeks. He took his time since it was more complex than the one he’d drawn before and he wanted to make sure he got it right. The whole time, she hissed and whimpered under him, but never asked him to stop, not even once, and that pleased him: he’d talked her through it and he seemed to have done a good job because she wasn’t resisting him.
When he finished branding her, he looked at his handiwork. The symbol was an angry shade of red, like the one on her front, but only till the skin healed. After that, it’d be a bright shade of green, the same shade of the symbol on her neck, the shade of his eyes.
He examined his work and smiled: the way it framed her cheeks looked really hot. He grinned knowing how sensitive her skin would be there too and thinking “gonna have to check that out real soon!”
He licked the skin soothingly and blew on it, the way he’d done before, and felt her immediately relaxing. He did it for a while till she was fully relaxed and then heard her ask “are we done yet?”
“Yes, sweetheart, we are,” he replied admiring the marks on her body, which screamed “Dean Winchester’s property. Do not touch or else!” or something like that. The symbols on her body showed that she belonged to him and were clear warnings and threats to other demons.
He noticed that now that it was all over, she was truly relaxed and he was glad because he was really turned on. He’d been keeping his lust on check the whole time because the branding was some serious stuff and if he made even the slightest mistake, things could go seriously wrong. But now that he was done branding her, he could claim his prize.
Dean was nestled between her legs, his hands still resting on her hips, and his face on the small of her back. He was drawing soothing circles with his expert fingers and whispering against her skin “sh, baby, it’s ok, I’ve got you,” and she seemed to calm down almost immediately thankful that the branding -and its resulting pain- was over.
Then, Dean began kissing her back lazily and went on kissing his way down, stroking her butt, and then suckling and nibbling her cheeks before proceeding to parting them. The second he did it, he felt her going tense and looking over her shoulder with an inquisitive look in her eyes. Once again, he repeated the same reassuring words he’d uttered a few minutes ago “it’s okay, baby” but this time she didn’t comply, instead she begged “pleased…don’t,” with a trembling voice.
However, her words went unheard, and he kept using his hands to keep her cheeks as far apart as they’d go without hurting her while he kissed and licked the smooth flesh before him. Little by little, his kisses grew in intensity until he was giving nothing but long wet strokes to her warm skin. He continued doing it until he found the hidden spot between her cheeks and then, without any warning, he darted his tongue as deep inside as he could.
She gasped at the sudden intrusion and her back arched off the bed in response and he grinned, feeling proud of the effect that his tongue -just his tongue- had on his girl. He started twirling and twisting his tongue inside her, feeling her squirming and breathing heavily under him. He did it for a while and then locked his lips around her hole, held his tongue as pointed and stiff as he could and darted it in and out in quick motions.
The pleasurable sensations slowly washing over her soon turned her initial little whimpers into sighs and moans, and she unknowingly lifted her hips so that he could have better access to her. Dean noticed immediately and continued with his ministrations feeling his desire growing stronger. She was also growing hot and bothered, and oh so slick with his saliva, and he knew exactly what he wanted to do to her next.
Dean was truly glad his touch had gotten her heady and lusty for him because he’d need her fully aroused for his next move; she’d have to be almost begging for release for things to work out the way he wanted.
He pulled his tongue deep inside her one last time and then just as fast he pulled out and knelt away. On feeling the sudden emptiness, she looked over her shoulder wondering where he was and why he’d stopped. It’d felt wonderful and she couldn’t understand how he could be so cruel and deprive her of such pleasure.
She forced herself to open her eyes and focus, and then found him kneeling between her legs, naked, with that predatory gleam in his eyes she knew so well, just staring at her. They locked gazes and remained quiet for a while till Dean broke the silence and commanded “Kneel.”
She obeyed without thinking it twice and soon found herself facing one of the bed posts, Dean kneeling behind her. She felt him drawing his body closer to hers and his warm breath in her ear as he ordered “hands on post.” He wasn’t being gentle, quite the contrary, he was clearly possessive and dominating this time. She complied guessing he wouldn’t hurt her, and yet she couldn’t help the fear pooling in her stomach imagining where all of this was headed.
She felt his erection pressed against her butt and Dean using his legs to spread hers farther apart, his tip nudging between her cheeks trying to reach there. She froze remembering too well how that had felt in the past, both with him and with the demons, and couldn’t keep quiet anymore “please…don’t do this!” she pleaded almost weeping and then added “not like this!”
Her voice sounded broken and Dean didn’t want her frightened or in pain -at least not in a great amount of it, after all, what was a little pain if it was followed by great pleasure, right? Besides, he wanted her to give in to him willingly, he had acquired new tastes and wanted her to enjoy them as well.
The thing was that if she didn’t relax, none of that was going to happen, instead of enjoying things with him she was going to be in a lot of pain. So, he reluctantly let go of his commanding tone for a moment and cooed her “sh, baby, it’s okay.” He was expecting her to calm down, but she didn’t. Instead, she shook her head and replied “no, it’s not…it really hurts this way…please stop…please!”
At this point she was shaking in fear and he didn’t like where this was going at all, so he held her tight and whispered in her ear “I won’t hurt you…I’ll make it really good…I promise, sweetheart.”
“Please, don’t,” she answered, a single tear flowing down her face.
“Have I ever lied to you?”
Okay, she never saw that one coming and asked “what?” her frown showing her surprise.
“Have I ever lied to you? Whenever I said it’d be good, wasn’t it good? Didn’t you enjoy it?”
Fine, he had a point there. He’d tortured her, raped her, but so far, he’d never lied. At least, not that she knew of so she just said “uh-uh.”
“Okay, then, just relax, princess. You’ll enjoy it, I swear.”
She nodded although it was pretty clear she wasn’t that sure about it and that she was trying really hard to calm down. He was no fool and didn’t fail to see it so he started kissing her neck, shoulders, cupping her breasts and doing everything he could think of to get her to relax and become aroused.
Once he was sure she wasn’t trembling anymore, he moved one of his hands south and began stimulating her clit with his knuckles at first, and then with his thumb while he inserted two digits inside her and scissored them.
She was making all those hot sounds and shivering under his touch, and when he noticed that her orgasm was slowly building, he penetrated her. It was only the tip that made its way inside her pucker and it was slow -way too slow for his liking- but he had no intention of hurting her. She did feel some discomfort at first that was quickly followed by pain, a lot of pain, but her orgasm was so close that she was moaning and gasping for air in no time.
Meanwhile, he kept stimulating her clit and placed his free hand on the base of her throat, his hold firm, but not painful. He was controlling her, dominating her, and he felt quite a thrill when he realized that she wasn’t resisting him, that she was actually being so…willingly…submissive.
He pulled in really slowly, past the first ring of muscles and felt her shaking, whimpering and moaning at the same time. He grinned to himself knowing that pain and pleasure were tangled up together, her body starting to equate one with the other almost unable to tell the difference between them, and Dean smiled again thinking how much fun he was going to have grooming her.
Dean tilted her head and kissed her fiercely. His arousal increased dramatically when he realized he was filling her in every possible way: his fingers and length buried deep in the two sweet spots hidden between her legs, and his mouth covering hers, his tongue inside her mouth mimicking the movements of his manhood pushing in as hard and far as it’d go.
And to make matters even better, he was getting rid of the last traces those five bastards had left on her. He’d toasted them, for good, but he still hated them deeply for daring to mess with her, and yet, now that he was deep inside her, in every single way, he sort of understood them. The way he was feeling, the thrill, the rush was intoxicating, addicting, it was just like being…high.
He knew he had to go slow because he didn’t want to hurt her but it all became too overwhelming and he couldn’t hold himself back any longer and started pounding frantically into her. It felt so freaking amazing he wanted it to last forever but he knew he was going to come any second so he began moving his hand faster and he soon felt her walls clenching around his fingers and the muscles of her rectum contracting in unison literally milking him. She was soon screaming her orgasm inside his mouth, wide-eyed, scratching the bed post with her nails, a mixture of pain and pleasure washing all over her body which she never thought possible.
When she finally began to come back to her senses, she found herself leaning against the post and Dean’s body pressed against her back completely wrapped around her holding her in place. He slowly unhooked his right arm and placed his palm on the bed for support as he gently lay down on his side still holding her in a tight embrace.
She lay there in bed, next to him, without making a single movement, still somewhat lost in her own bliss. And then she noticed that he was pressed behind her and that both his hand and his member were still buried deep inside her while his other hand kneaded her breasts as he whispered in her ear “See? I told ya it’d be good!” She simply nodded and moved her own hand down trying to remove his, but Dean didn’t allow it and wiggled his fingers inside her “oh, baby, you feel so good…so warm and tight inside…could stay like this forever” and stimulated her clit again. He was hard as a rock, again, and began rocking his hips back and forth lazily. She was soon fully aroused and so ready for him he couldn’t believe his luck.
“You’re…gonna…kill me…you know!” she said gasping the words out, her orgasm already building again.
He smiled and whispered in her ear in a sultry voice “death by multiple orgasms…what a way to go, baby!”
Their bodies started moving in synch, wrapped around each other as she moaned and gasped, absently stroking his nape. He was astounded by her total surrender and was secretly thankful for the quick recovery time in the pit -no recovery time, actually, all it took was arousal and he was hard and ready to go- and he was so thankful for that…because he was planning to keep doing this, her actually, for a really long time.
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