Fic: Earn His Trust and Love Will Come After (1/2 or 3)
Title: Earn His Trust And Love Will Come After (1/2 or 3);
Rating: NC-17;
Genre: romance, angst, hurt/comfort, dreams/nightmares;
Pairing/Characters: Levia!Dean/Castiel, Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Jodie Mills;
Spoilers: spoilers for 7x6;
Beta: Un'beta'ed, all mistakes are my own;
Warnings: Sexual content, language, major hurt and consent issues;
Word Count: 4100 this part;
Summary: Castiel went stiff in hunter's arms, not quite believing how close they were, but then relaxed enjoying the warm body pressed against his, inhaling Dean's smell. For some weird reasons, instead of usual odor of leather and gasoline, Dean smelt like morass and fish, but Castiel was just too happy to pay any attention on that. All what mattered to him that now he was safe.
Earn his trust and love will come after
Gray outlines of lights and shadows slowly started to form a blurry picture before Dean's eyes. The hunter tried to turn his head towards the light but the movement echoed in his head with a dull pain, making him snap his eyes closed. When the ache in his head slowly started to fade, Dean tried to open his eyes once again. This time he was able to see his surroundings better: he was in a dark room with the only one source of light illuminating it slightly. Dean at first thought that the light was coming from a window, but the second glance on the source indicated that it wasn't actually a window, but a glass screen dividing two areas one of which was brightly lid. Dean still couldn't quite see the environment around him, but the room on the another side from the screen was small, with a metal table and four chairs in the middle and other than that - empty.
Dean concentrated on his vision as he noticed a small motion in the corner of the brightly lit room. There in the corner was laying a man, curled in a ball like an injured animal. The man was wearing a black slacks and a shirt which probably had been white some time ago, but it was so dirty now that it was nearly impossible to determinate the original color. The man moved his head facing the hunter and Dean's heart suddenly started to beat too fast in his chest, as he was finally able to recognize the face.
"Cas!" He whispered and jolted up from a chair he was sitting on.
Unfortunately the hunter realized that he couldn't move a single inch from it as his wrists were tied to the armrest of the chair, as were his legs and waist. In fact, the ropes around him were so tight that the abrupt movement hurtled him yet again, making the hunter hiss through his teeth.
"So, it looks like you finally woke up." He heard a voice from the left side and turned his head in the direction of it.
Here in the corner of the dark room leaning on a small metal table, was standing a man in a police uniform. The man was staring at the glass screen with a wide grin as he spoke. Dean tried to understand what was it all about, but his head was aching like someone hit him pretty hard. Thinking about it, the hunter was actually sure that was exactly what happened to him.
"Who the hell are you?" Dean groaned trying to pull as much confidence to his voice as he only could in his current condition.
The man finally turned his head to look at the hunter and smiled wide. "Oh, you still didn't get it, did you?" He asked. Then the policeman flinched and wrenched his head in a very nonrealistic way, opening his mouth wide. Several layers of sharp teeth and a long snake-like tongue showed from his huge chaps and the memory of what exactly happened to the hunter clicked in Dean's head.
It had happened during one of their investigations when he and Bobby discovered another lead on the Leviathans. They even had been able to catch one of them and Dean was about to cut his head off as the bastard smirked and said something that made hunter's hand flinch so he missed the neck, swinging the machete and cutting the Leviathans shoulder instead. The bastard of course had not even winced glancing as his arm fell into the floor. "Oh, you didn't know? Helpless, powerless angel boy is alone, always calling your name in a hope his brave righteous man will come to the rescue!" The Leviathan had said laughing. "And you have spent more than a month not even knowing that he is still alive! You not even bothered yourself to try to look, while he was here, in Sioux Falls the whole time!"
The second blow of the hunter hadn't missed the aim and the still laughing Leviathan's head had been sent to a fly across the room.
Of course Dean knew that all monsters lied. That what he used to tell himself all the time if he heard them telling something he didn't want to believe, or, like in this case, he wanted to believe too much. But more the hunter thought about it, more he knew how wrong he was and the thought made the hunter feel like a total jerk.
Sam still didn't want to talk to him after what Dean had done to Amy, but hearing the news about Castiel he had arrived back to the forest cabin they were staying in and threw a bunch of articles he printed from the internet under his older brother's nose. "He is my friend too…" He had whispered in explanation before turning and moving away from his brother.
The information they had been able to dig out led Dean to a police station in Sioux Falls. Three hunters had worked out a plan of actions and were going to pay a visit to the station next morning, but like a proud man Dean was, he had simply ran away in the middle of the night alone. He wasn't sure why had he done it, trying to convince himself that it was because he didn't want to risk his brother's and Bobby's life, but deep down something was telling him that it wasn't true. A strong feeling of guilt and remorse had been leading him that night, for all he had or hadn't done to prevent this situation on the first place.
And then everything had been like in a blur: the arriving at the closed for the night police station, the fight with a Leviathan, the hit of something very heavy on his head and the next moment Dean was waking up here in a what looked like an interrogation room, tied up to a chair.
"You son of a bitch!" Dean groaned angrily.
"Oh, you have no idea!" The Leviathan smiled when his face turned back and looked human again and then made several steps closer to the hunter. "And I'm getting hungry here."
"Why?" Dean suddenly blurred. "Why didn't you kill me earlier? Why didn't you kill him?" It was like protective reaction for Dean, trying to talk with an enemy, while his head was desperately searching for a way out.
"Oh, I just really wanted to play with my meal." The Leviathan grinned.
"So, you were 'playing' with Cas for the whole frigging month?"
"Oh no…" The monster shook his head. "I was keeping him simply to play with you, Dean," the bastard leaned closer to hunter's ear, "you two are just adorable to watch: all those emotions, all the pain you have caused to each other. You hearts are filled with angst and despair, and it going to make you two so tasty!" He hissed.
"I'm going to kill you, you bastard!" Dean groaned. "I swear!"
"Oh, I wish to see you try!" the Leviathan chuckled stepping back. "Although, thinking about it, I could add some more spices on this good looking meatstickle!" He said and moved toward the console under the screen wall, moving some levers and pressing several buttons, turning it on. The console beeped and came alive as several dozen blue lights flashed all over its surface.
"What the hell are you doing?" Dean inquired.
"Sound. This is going to need sound." The Leviathan grinned. "And now it is time to play!" He laughed.
"Play? What the fuck are you talking about? What are you going to do to him?" Dean yelled, desperately trying to move to weaken the ropes around him.
"It's not about what I'm going to do to him." The monster explained, his voice started to change in the middle of the phrase as his face shifted changing its features to more familiar lines of Dean's own face, "it's about what I'm going to do to you." The exact copy of Dean smiled and moved towards the exit of the room, leaving Dean alone.
In several moments the door to another room opened and the fake Dean entered it. Castiel raised his head and glanced at the Leviathan with a terrifying look. The whole his body started to shake visibly in fear as Castiel tried to back off further from the fake Dean, but unfortunately the wall stood behind him, preventing him from escaping.
"No…" He whispered. "It is too soon, it hurts, it hurts so much, please, give me more time… it is too soon!" He pleaded.
Dean had no idea what his friend was talking about, but he was sure it wasn't something good. "Cas!" He yelled as loud as he could, trying to tell him that the bastard who was currently with him in the room, wasn't the real Dean, but his friend couldn't hear him through the thick layer of the screen glass.
The fake Dean meanwhile came closer to the angel, making Castiel shrink and tremble in the corner. "Well, I decided to do it again, you know me, Cas." The fake Dean said making the hunter groan in anger as the tone of his pseud was so realistic and Dean-like. "Come on! That is what you wanted! You thought I'm blind, thought that I can't see. But all this time I knew it Cas, I knew you wanted it!"
"Dean, please…" Castiel sobbed. His voice sounded so miserable, that Dean's heart arched in his chest.
"You said that you want to redeem yourself, so that is how you're going to do it!" The flam Dean grinned, grabbing Castiel by his hair and tugging him up into a kneeling position.
The angel tried to resist, tried to get away from the Levia-Dean, but he was too weak. Dean could see how tears appeared on Castiel's eyes. "Come on! Do it!" The Leviathan ordered, tugging Castiel's face to his crotch.
The real Dean blinked not quite believing his eyes as Castiel's thin fingers started to unzip the fake hunter's fly, tugging his jeans down. Castiel sobbed once before he also pulled the layer of underwear down and without hesitation took the still limp and lifeless Levia-Dean's cock in his mouth.
First Dean's reaction was a shock, as he could never imagine anything like this happening to him, which if to look back on his life was surprising and astonishing. He was watching Castiel, his friend, sucking on a cock which maybe didn't belong to the hunter, but still was the exact replica of it. Dean suddenly started to feel like his skin became too small for him, like it was about to blow out exposing all hunter's emotions he had ever felt in his life at once. His mouth went dry and his lungs felt empty, like someone sucked out all the air from them, together with the air from the room as he wasn't even able to refill them. The pink chopped lips were working on fast hardening member unexpectedly skillful, Castiel's head were bobbing back and forward swallowing the replica of Dean's manhood nearly whole. Dean was pretty sure, that it wasn't possible to learn how to do it that well without practice. Who knew how many times it had happened before? How many times the Leviathan had come to the angel, making him please the bastard?
Dean swallowed an invisible limb stuck in his throat before a terrifying realization came into his mind. He, Dean Winchester, who for his entire life had slept with only women, who enjoyed nothing else, but soft lines and curves of their bodies, was turning on by a sight before his eyes. If Dean would have been extremely truthful with himself, he would of course admit that the idea of sex with another guy had been crossing his mind several times in his life, but all the times it had been nothing more than simple thoughts like 'what would it feel like' rather than actual fantasies about it. But seeing what Castiel was doing with this impostor sent light shivers through his entire nerve system making him doubt his own orientation.
But before his thought deepened any more, his eyes slipped from Castiel's mouth to his face. Angel's eyes were closed but even with this fact, the hunter could see tears running on the shorter man's cheeks, making any trace of amusement disappear from Dean's head. The hunter was finally able to take control over own mind shaking his stupor off.
And now it was the wave of anger rushing through him. The time seemed to stop for the hunter as the image before his eyes started to pulse with every heartbeat in his chest. Dean pulled up hard from his chair, ignoring the burn of the ropes around his wrists and ankles.
"I'm going to fucking kill you, you hear me?" He yelled. "I swear, you aren't going to survive this night!"
The fake Dean moaned loudly and glanced on the hunter trough the screen wall, winking. The glance missed Dean's face on several inches what only could mean that imposter couldn't see Dean from another side.
Dean tried to stop looking at what was going on behind the glass wall, looking instead around the room he was in and trying to find anything that could help him to get out from here, but the sounds coming from the other room were making it difficult to concentrate.
"All right, Cas, that enough, I'm hard enough already." The Levia-Dean sneered.
But the angel seemed like didn't hear the imposter, as he squeezed his eyes shot and continued to suck on the member, bobbing his head and trying to speed up.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" The fake Dean groaned, before pulling the angel away from himself by his hair and forcefully shoving him back to the corner. For a split second Dean decided that it was over now, that the Leviathan had enough fun showing the hunter what had he done with Castiel, but the scared look on angel's face convinced him otherwise.
"Did you try to finish me off by your mouth to escape the more interesting parts?" The Leviathan chuckled. "Sorry, but you aren't going to get around today."
With those words fake Dean made several steps towards the angel and kneeled before him starting to unbuckle his slacks and tug them down. If Castiel tried to resist at first, this time he simply covered his face with his palms, crying. The Levia-Dean meanwhile wasn't paying much attention on that. When the slacks and underwear were finally off, he grabbed the angel by his thin hips and positioned him more conveniently before roughly showing the full length of his member inside Castiel, neither lubricating it nor even preparing the angel. Castiel cried out in pain, shaking and trying to get away from the fake hunter, but the bastard was holding him in one place not even straining a muscle on his arms while trusting roughly in and out of the angel.
If Dean thought he was angry before, he was wrong. The blood inside his body seemed like boiling when he was watching his friend's face, making him more furious than he had ever been in his entire life.
"That is what you always wanted, Castiel? That is what you dreamed about?" The fake hunter murmured on Castiel's ear, thrusting faster and faster with every moment, not paying any attention on how much pain he was causing to the shorter man.
Dean turned his head from the sight starting to desperately looking around the room as he was and then his eyes suddenly spotted his own Swiss knife laying in the corner or the room. Dean had no idea how the knife got there but he didn't care. Dean glanced once again at the picture before him to determinate the approximate amount of time he had.
Castiel looked less in pain, but it was way far away from pleasure also. In fact his friend looked like he was about to lose it and fall unconscious. There of course wasn't anything that could make Dean angrier that he already was, but now he also became scared.
Trying to pull all the strength he had in his body, Dean started to jump across the room together with the chair he was tied up to. When he was finally in the other end of the room, he moved all his weight to one side to knock the chair down. He nearly hit his still aching head against the wall as the chair had been sent to a flight down, but for his luck the only one thing he hit was own shoulder. It hurtled like a bitch, of course but it was a really small price for an opportunity to finally getting himself free.
Reaching the knife from this angle was difficult and the hunter spent a whole minute, which seemed like several hours before he was finally able to grab the knife in his hand and starting to cut the ropes. Dean couldn't see what was going on behind the glass screen from the laying position, but according by the sounds the action was still going. Castiel became quieter than he was before. Dean wasn't sure why, but he really didn't want to know it. When the first rope had been cut, the process started to move quicker as he got one of his hands free, but he still was swearing under his nose as it felt way too long.
When Dean was finally free, he jumped from the floor and glanced at the screen. Castiel really became quieter, but the only reason behind it was the fact that the angel was now half laying limb on the floor, held in the imposter's arms. Dean groaned again, before reaching his bag the Leviathan left on the table. It was a deadly mistake for the bastard.
Everything after that happened very fast: after getting out to the corridor, Dean kicked the door to the next room open with his foot, rushing into it. The hunter saw the surprised face of his pseudo before the surprise had been washed with an air of pain as a content of the bottle the hunter was holding flushed all over the Leviathan.
"I told you, this night was going to be your last one, you son of a bitch!" He yelled, swinging a machete, cutting his fake head from Leviathan's shoulders.
The head fell on the floor, followed by the lifeless body, spilling black blood all over the room. Dean pushed the dead monster away from his friend who had been laying motionless on the floor.
Dean could have been very ashamed of seeing Castiel with no pants on, and of course he tried to not even give the view a single glance, avoiding his friend's bare ass, but then he noticed something that made the blood froze in his veins because there were actually red traces all over Castiel naked buttocks.
"Oh, no-no-no… Don't tell me it was that rough!" Dean groaned, leaning to his friend.
There really were situations when examining another's man ass was weird and awkward, but right now Dean was so much scared for Castiel, that he threw all this awkwardness away and carefully separated Castiel's buttock, swearing loud as he did, because the shorter man's passage looked terrible, swollen and bloody. It seemed as the Leviathan was doing this to the angel way too often, not caring about the pain he was causing.
Dean quickly pulled Castiel's slacks back and grabbed him on his arms. He was surprised how light the shorter man was, like he had been starving for all this time. And damn, for what Dean knew he really could. The hunter rushed through the empty police station to the exit, then quickly placed his unconscious friend on the back sit of his car, before quickly returning back, to clean the mess he left behind. Of course he knew that Castiel right now needed help, but he couldn't leave the Leviathan behind, because the bastard could regenerate, he could come back for the angel when the hunter wouldn't around, could steal the shorter man again.
Dean's blood still felt like boiling when he returned to the interrogation room, he had no idea what was going on with him as several moments later he found himself above the Leviathan's dead body, laying countless amount of blows with his machete on the corpse.
***
The room Castiel woke up in was dark and he wasn't able to see a thing. It had never been a problem for the angel, because his grace was allowing him to see in the dark better than some animals could, and the fact that he was no longer able to do it, was indicating that his grace was no longer within him.
The last thing the angel remembered was the moment he walked into the water in the reservoir of Sioux Falls. Then the reality slipped away from him, until this moment. Castiel wasn't sure how much time passed after his body had been torn apart, he didn't know how long had he spent here.
The place was not only dark, but also reeking with a terrible stench of moll, fish and decay and it was making him sick on the stomach. It was also something he hadn't used to as an angel. It wasn't like Castiel couldn't smell anything before possessing a human vessel, it was that he could block anything uncomfortable whenever he wanted and right now no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do anything with the terrible smell around him.
Castiel tried to move around the room by touch, crawling slowly against a dump wall till he was able to find a stone-like staircase leading to a heavy wooden door which was locked. He didn't have his powers, he had nothing to unlock the door with and he was too weak for trying to break it, so he had nothing else left as return down and wait.
The angel had no idea how much time he had spent here, cold and hungry. It seemed like several days passed by, but Castiel couldn't tell exactly how many, because he wasn't able to see the sun and distinguish a night from a day. The terrible smell seemed to stop bothering him as much as at the beginning, but the angel knew that it wasn't because the stench disappeared, but because human bodies had the protective mechanism of adaptation.
Castiel was praying. At first he prayed to his father. He wasn't trying to find forgiveness, not after everything he had done, but he was asking for a chance to redeem himself, to become a better person and do everything he could to fix the mess he made. But heaven was silent. Not knowing what else to do, Castiel started to pray to the one single person in the world who could help him - Dean Winchester.
And finally, after what seemed to the angel like three or four days, his prayers was heard, as the door opened, making him squeeze his eyes as the bright light coming from in was blinding him. When he was able to adjust and looked back on the doorway, he saw a silhouette of a man who was so familiar for the angel that he felt as a wave of happiness rushed through his entire body.
"Cas?" A familiar voice called his name.
"Dean…" The angel whispered as he was not able to make his voice sound anything loudly that a simple whisper.
The taller man rushed towards the angel, grabbing him in an embrace, pressing him close to himself. "Cas… you bastard… I have been worrying so much!" He exhaled.
Castiel went stiff in hunter's arms, not quite believing how close they were, but then relaxed enjoying the warm body pressed against his, inhaling Dean's smell. For some weird reasons, instead of usual odor of leather and gasoline, Dean smelt like morass and fish, but Castiel was just too happy to pay any attention on that. All what mattered to him that now he was safe.
"Let's go Cas, I will take you away from here." Dean whispered on the angel's ear. "Everything will be different from now on."
Castiel smiled and nodded awkwardly, the words he heard from Dean was so soft, filled with care and he didn't want anything else but hear those words again and again.
Again and again…
To be continued...
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