Unreal, Surreal, Too Real [1]
Title: Unreal, Surreal, Too Real
Author: enchantme_x
Warnings: Non con, BDSM, inappropriate use of lipstick and marker pens, modification/tattooing.
Pairings: Crowley/Dean, mentions of Dean/Castiel, Crowley/Samuel and Crowley/Sam.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Crowley has Dean exactly where he wants him, the pride of his collection, just a little something he likes to show off when company drops by.
Author's Notes: I haven't written anything in a long, long time, so forgive me if everyone is out of character and it isn't brilliant. Unbetaed, so all mistakes are my own. I did try to keep the basis of the prompt there, but added in a few bits of my own. Sorry OP if it's more than what you wanted, I got extremely carried away with this fic. It just sort of took on a mind of it's own and got a little out of control.
Original Prompt: Crowley keeps Dean prisoner with all the other creatures he has captured. Just like them he's kept in a cell and chained to the bed. When Dean gets Crowley too upset he takes away his clothes as punishment so he has easy access to Dean whenever he wants
“Let me outta here you sick son of a bitch!” Dean Winchester lurched at the door as it slammed shut, the chains locking him to the bed jerking him backward sharply as they tautened just inches shy of the bolted door. “I'm gunna slaughter you Crowley, you twisted shit!”
The only reply was that sarcastic chuckle as it echoed down the cavernous hallway, Crowley wasn't stupid, Dean knew that, just as he knew, deep in his heart of hearts, that there was no easy way out of this, he was trapped, locked in until Sam came to rescue him. Tugging and wrenching at the chains that held him, the hunter sunk down onto the bed, resisting the urge to sleep as best he could, until sheer boredom ate away at his energy levels, sending him into a deep, restless sleep.
Waking with a sharp jerk, Dean found himself pinned to the bed, a burning sensation aching across his lower stomach. Lifting his head, the hunter found himself choking, fighting against a thick leather collar and a chain that allowed his head to hover no more than two inches above the thin, mouldy mattress. Apparently sometime in the night, or day, Crowley had decided, not only to remove his shirt, but also secure him more firmly to the bedstead.
“Morning sunshine. Don't strain yourself too much, I need you all shipshape and ready for me.” A chilling laugh followed the demon's words, and the trapped hunter's head snapped sideways, eyes desperately searching for his captor. Crowley smirked down at his prey, fingers carding through the tousled hair of the other man. “So pretty, so ready, so... mine!”
“Fuck off. Don't touch me.” Dean Winchester rarely panicked, but Crowley's words were enough to send him into a panic of epic proportions. What did the demon mean? His? Dean was no one's. He was his own man, no one owned him, not even his father. “Leave me alone.”
Apparently his panic was evident in his voice, as the king of the crossroads laughed once more, fingers balling into a fist in the hunter's hair. “Get used to it, boy. You're my new toy, the shiny new doll in a cupboard full of broken trinkets. If you behave, I won't have break you as well.”
Dean wriggled uncomfortably as Crowley's free hand trailed across his body, fingers tracing the patterns he had tattooed into the taut skin of his newest acquisition. The intricate swirls and loops floated across the tight, well formed and hard worked for muscle of the hunter's stomach, down, lower and lower until it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. Shit! His jeans, they... were they still there? Just to be sure, Dean lifted his head in a futile attempt to peer down at his legs, only just able to see that no, his jeans were gone, and bare legs were out on display.
“Gimme back my pants God dammit!” Dean snarled, letting his head fall back into the mattress and wriggling his legs, trying to fight off the cold he now felt snaking up and across his legs, a cold that was only evident since the discovery of his near nakedness. “I swear to God, let me go or I'll kill you.”
“Empty threats kid, empty threats.” Crowley's hands continued their adventures through Dean's hair, and across the freshly tattooed flesh. “You won't kill me. Because I'm the only one who knows where you are.” A sharp hiss of pain filled the air as the demon's hands pinched at the raw flesh around the marked stomach of his prey. That tattoo saw to the fact that no one would ever find him, Crowley had made sure that mixed in with the inks was a drop of something that made his pet untraceable, even if the boy's angel lover tried to track him down.
“Cas and Sam will find me. They'll get me outta here right before they burn your bones and send you flying back to Hell you son of a bitch.” The hunter hissed through gritted teeth, muscles tensing as the demon pinched harder at his flesh.
The sound of ripping fabric filled the small cell, and Crowley smugly dangled Dean's ripped boxer shorts just inches above his captive's bound hands, chuckling to himself as the hunter struggled to reach out and grab them, the chain on his shackles just centimetres too short for him to succeed. “You angel whore won't save you this time, as for your brother, well, let's just say it's Sam I have to thank for this... delightful gift. You do make a rather delightful gift Dean, really you do.”
“Sam? What's he gotta do with your sick perversions?” the hunter's head jerked upward slightly, eyes glaring up at the groping demon, who merely laughed and allowed his hand to slowly caress his captive's cock, stroking him slowly, expertly, to a raging hard on.
“You mean he didn't tell you?” Another laugh, deeper, colder this time, echoed around the tiny cell as Dean's frustration and desperation grew, and the younger man began humping the air frantically trying to find the friction that Crowley's hand provided. “He traded you. His brother, for his soul.”
The whine that filled the air was almost delicious, the perfect combination of disbelief, hurt and unfulfilled desire as a nice tight cock ring was snapped around the young hunter's engorged penis. “He wouldn't... he would never do that.”
“The Sam you know wouldn't, but Sammy without his soul? He's a monster. You know it's true, deep down inside of you, you know I'm telling the truth.” With one swift movement, Dean felt Crowley's hand leave his hair and press at his arse, teasing, slow and gentle, the pressure slowly building.
“Ugh...” the bound man grunted as the pressure increased, his hole being forced open as the King of Hell worked the plug in deeper, unrelenting until it was firmly held in place by the tight ring of muscle.
“Good boy. Only one more thing, then you should get some sleep, rest up for the big night.” With a cocky smirk Crowley produced a syringe, the needle long, thin and glinting menacingly in the dim light. “You grand daddy is going to be so proud when he sees you, all shiny and new again.” He couldn't help but grin as the boy bucked beneath him, the needle sinking in to the supple flesh at the nape of his neck, the liquid flowing directly into the surging blood of the demon's prisoner. “All done. Get some sleep Dean. You'll need all your strength.”
“Don't wanna sleep.” The hunter snarled, wriggling awkwardly and trying to squirm away from the needle as it pierced his skin. He wasn't going to make this easy, he wasn't going to let Crowley win. Dean Winchester didn't give in to anyone, he was nobody's plaything. “I'm not tired.”
“If I were you I'd make the most of all the sleep I can get. Soon enough, there won't be time for you to so much as catch a nap.” The words were more than enough to make Dean shudder under Crowley's wandering hand, still stroking the throbbing erection the young hunter appeared embarrassed of, if the deep, burning red of his cheeks was anything to go by. “So sleep, you stubborn little pet.”
With a mocking kiss to the forehead of the captive hunter, Crowley pulled himself to his feet, leaving the room as silently as he had entered, the light snapping off and leaving Dean alone in the darkness, contemplating the fate his brother had abandoned him to...