SPN: Mistakes We Make 17
Summary: All-human AU. From the ages of 10 - 15, Dean and Castiel were inseparable. Then Dean's dad died, and rather than lose his brother to CPS, Dean took him and ran. Years later, Castiel's big brother Gabriel finds Dean working as a prostitute, and decides to try and help him - but does Dean want to be saved?
A/N: Yeah, uh… this one gets pretty dark again. Pay attention to the warnings - Dean's gone downhill since we last checked on him. Way, way downhill. I'm honestly not sure if he's able to be redeemed after this chapter.
Warnings: Prostitution, NON-CON (pay attention!), denied orgasm, forced orgasm (yes, both - Dean's messed up).
-MWM-
"Hey Dean," Danni sat on the couch, playing with Dean's hair as he lay with his head in her lap. "Heard anything from Sammy lately?"
"Not for a couple of weeks," Dean whispered. He rarely spoke much anymore, since Sam stopped calling as often as he had after the Christmas of his freshman year. Without his little brother to take care of and talk to, Dean had withdrawn into his shell, practically living at the brothels unless Crowley forced him to go home. While he was earning a lot of money with the amount of clients he was servicing, the only things he really bought were alcohol and sometimes food.
Danni kept up the soothing motions of her hand. She was one of the few people who could get Dean relaxed enough to sleep properly, and had noticed that her pay had subtly increased after she'd taken to looking after her young co-worker. It was times like that when Crowley seemed almost human.
"You gonna be working the party?" She asked, a little curious. Dean tended to avoid large groups of people, claiming that he didn't like the noise.
"Sure. Crowley asked me a couple weeks ago. Jamie's the only other guy able to work that night, and he's strictly for the women."
"Hmmm," Danni hummed her agreement. Dean was willing to have sex with pretty much anyone - he'd gotten over his nerves about strangers fairly quickly, and had quickly gained several regulars of all persuasions. Jamie, on the other hand, was unwilling to even contemplate sex with another man.
The pair stayed on the couch until Dean fell asleep. Danni waited a few minutes, then carefully got up and started fixing dinner. By the time Dean awoke it would be ready, and she could make sure that he got a full meal this week.
-MWM-
Dean sighed and tried not to look bored as he moved through the crowd. He always hated nights like this, when there were no gay customers and the women were all too nervous or uninterested to approach him. Leaning a hip against the counter of the bar, he swept his gaze up and down it again. Nothing promising here, so he shifted his gaze out again. His eyes fell then on a short man sitting with a pretty dark-skinned woman, and felt his breath catch.
Gabriel Novak.
He didn't seem to have recognised Dean, though he was staring more at Dean's exposed chest than his face. That was fine by Dean, who felt something curling around his insides, some dark feeling that felt a lot like anger mixed with something like lust. It was something he hadn't felt often before, but it was intoxicating, and he knew that he wanted to get Gabriel into bed. Wanted to make Gabriel pay to get fucked. He could feel himself starting to get aroused, and took his chance when Gabriel looked away to his companion.
Slipping easily through the crowd, Dean approached from behind, noticing that Gabriel was wearing a collar. He fought not to laugh at that - Gabriel was far too independent to allow someone to collar him. Much like a cat. Though if the older man was in a relationship, that was going to make seducing him all the more fun.
"Nice collar," he spoke directly into Gabriel's ear, smirking at the twitch it invoked. "Does your master know you're out?"
"I, uh, I-" Dean held in a chuckle at Gabriel's sudden inability to form a sentence. That wasn't at all like the man he remembered - though to be fair, ten years had passed since they'd seen each other.
"I'm keeping an eye on him," the woman spoke then. Dean had the uncomfortable feeling that she was judging him as she ran her eyes over him. She was clearly a friend of both Gabriel and his partner. "He's under strict instructions to discover something to bring back to his boyfriend."
"That sounds like a challenge," Dean grinned at her as he finally stepped around to let Gabriel see him again. He reached down and pulled his former friend up by the hand, keeping his words addressed to the woman. "Am I allowed to sweep him off his feet?"
"You'll do," she looked like she was getting bored now, even as she was smiling slightly. "Though he's a reformed slut, so there's not much left to teach him."
I'll bet he is, Dean thought to himself, though he kept that thought to himself. Instead he smirked at tonight's plaything.
"We'll see about that. C'mon Goldilocks, let's find out what makes you tick." He pulled Gabriel to his side, wrapping an arm around the shorter man's waist. He was startled to find just how much shorter Gabriel was - the last time they'd seen each other, Dean had been smaller, and had looked up to Gabriel so much that it was hard to reconcile their new heights. It probably helped to keep Gabriel from recognising him, though.
Fingers were running over his abdomen then, and Dean let out a deep chuckle that he knew was pure sex. Seemed Gabby was getting his nerve back.
"You wanna give it a shot out here?" He slid a hand down to caress Gabriel's ass, not being all that against public sex anymore. By now, he'd done pretty much everything legal, and a few things that were questionable.
"Maybe later," Gabriel responded, his old smirk firmly back in place. It did something good for Dean's libido, and he bit his own cheek to keep from jumping Gabriel right there. "For now, I want you all to myself."
"Excellent," Dean leant down and nipped at Gabriel's ear, hoping to keep himself distracted long enough to reach the room. As soon as they were inside, Dean pinned Gabriel against the door and attacked his neck, running his tongue underneath the collar. From the sounds he was making, it seemed like it was seriously turning Gabriel on.
Pulling back a bit, Dean smirked at the whine that came out of Gabriel's throat, and the faint blush spread across his cheeks. Oh yeah, Gabby was going to be begging for it soon. Time to help him along a little.
"So, how do you want me?" Dean put a hand either side of Gabriel's head, leaning in to look him in the eye. Gabriel looked a little dazed, which did only good things for Dean's pride. "Flat on my back? On all fours?" He then leant in to nip at Gabriel's jawline, slowly winding the shorter man tighter into his grasp. "Y'see, I have a feeling that you don't have a master. You're too dominant to regularly submit to another." There was a twitch underneath him, and Dean paused as though thinking. He already knew what that twitch meant though - it meant that Gabby was nearly ready to submit to him. "Or maybe that's it. Maybe you're here to get a cock up your arse. Is that what you want? For me to fuck you until you're seeing stars?"
Dean could hear and feel the moan of arousal that went through Gabriel at that statement, and he chuckled again.
"So that's how it is. Well, let's get going then. Don't want to disappoint you."
He quickly helped Gabriel out of his clothes before leading him to the bed. Gabriel got up on it without prompting, kneeling in the middle, and Dean knew how he was going to take his old friend. He climbed up behind him, resting his legs either side of Gabriel's, and started mouthing at his shoulders. Not wanting to leave any marks that could be used against him later, Dean only hinted at teeth as he nipped, feeling Gabriel becoming more and more relaxed under his hands. He stroked at Gabriel's neck, toying with the collar, before he noticed that it had writing on the back. Wanting to know the name of Gabriel's boyfriend, he looked closer - then froze.
"Castiel…" he whispered. A sick feeling swept through Dean then. "Is that your boyfriend's name?"
"Yeah," Gabriel sounded a little confused, and Dean had to bite his lip to keep from yanking the collar tighter, strangling the man kneeling in front of him. "How did you know?"
"Says it on the collar. Property of Castiel." Dean felt the dark feeling from earlier return with a vengeance, and ran a hand down Gabriel's chest to start stroking his cock, feather-light to tease without giving satisfaction.
"Ah," Gabriel was squirming then, trying to get more friction, but Dean refused him. "Yeah, he… he wanted to be sure… I knew who I was going home to."
Dean kept up the teasing strokes for a few minutes, trying to keep himself under control. Rage was flooding through him though, making it difficult to concentrate. So that was why they hadn't called him when they went away - too busy screwing each other. He'd been such a fool, thinking that Castiel learned everything he had through just reading. Gabriel had probably taught him he knew, had corrupted Dean's best friend.
He removed his hands for a moment, grabbing the lube and slicking his fingers quickly before reaching down again, running them through Gabriel's ass cheeks and against his anus. Gabriel sighed beneath him, and Dean was gripped by the desire to punish him for everything. He nudged him forwards gently so that Gabriel was on all fours, then smirked to himself as Gabby spread his legs as much as he was able.
"That's it," Dean whispered as he pressed a slick finger into Gabriel. "You know what to do. Of course you do, you've made Castiel do this often enough, haven't you?" He was using all of his self-control to not tear into Gabriel physically, but he could give him a bit of a verbal lashing. "Stretched him open, gotten him ready to receive your cock." Gabriel let out a moan at that, as Dean found his prostate before pressing in another finger. He knew Gabriel wasn't quite stretched enough, but didn't care. "Listened to all the different sounds he makes, experimenting to find all the new ones you could."
He briefly pressed in a third finger, able to wriggle them around slightly, then pulled back completely, drawing a whine from the man beneath him.
"I think you're ready now," Dean ran his eyes over Gabriel's form, then fetched a condom from the pants he'd dropped next to the bed. As he tore it open and started rolling it onto himself, he noticed that Gabriel was staring at his dick as though he were starving for it. Dean had the brief urge to make Gabriel suck him off, then decided against it. Maybe later. For now, though, he wanted to fuck him.
He climbed back onto the bed and rubbed his hands over Gabriel's arse, then guided himself to the barely-prepared hole. He could feel Gabriel trying to relax the muscles around him, and went slowly. After all, he wanted to punish Gabriel, but any tearing could be used to say that this wasn't consensual.
Finally encased to the hilt, Dean leant forwards, knowing that now was the time to jog Gabriel's memory.
"Gabby," he whispered into Gabriel's ear, noticing the closed eyes. They snapped open after a moment, and Gabriel tried to turn around - something made difficult by the grip Dean had on him.
"Dean!"
"Yep," Dean purred, shifting his hips a little so that he was pressed against Gabriel's prostate. This drew a gasp, before Gabriel tried to move away. Dean wasn't about to let him go, however, and held his hips tightly.
"Dean, what are you doing here?" Gabriel sounded shocked, a little panicked, and a little happy, for some reason.
"Fucking you," Dean answered easily, withdrawing a little before thrusting in again. "It's what you paid for, right?"
"Dean, stop, we need to talk."
"What about?" Dean lowered his head and nipped at the shoulder in front of him as he kept moving his hips. "The fact that you were too busy screwing your brother to help me when I needed it? The fact that you and Cas abandoned me? The fact that you're getting taken up the arse by your brother's childhood friend?"
"Dean, stop this-"
"No," Dean growled, moving faster. He slid a hand down from its position on Gabriel's hip to cup his genitals. He noticed that Gabriel had lost his erection, apparently no longer turned on.
Too bad.
"Please Dean, we didn't-"
"Shut up," Dean's thrusts became harder, punishing, and he angled himself to hit Gabriel's prostate again. The smaller man was trying to squirm away, shaking his head in denial, but there was nowhere for him to go. Dean was stroking his cock again, and despite the situation, despite the fear and now pain, Gabriel felt himself getting hard again. He choked back a sob, wanting to be anywhere but there, and buried his face in his arms.
"Now now," Dean growled again, squeezing his dick too hard, "head up. You brought this on yourself, stop hiding."
"Please, you're hurting me," Gabriel whispered. He was frantically trying to reconcile the Dean he'd known as a child, as a teenager, and the Dean who was practically raping him.
"I know," Dean grinned. "But you hurt me. You took Cas away."
"I didn't-"
There was a sharp slap to his thigh, and Gabriel jerked, tears gathering in his eyes. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. Dean wouldn't act like this.
Then he wondered - he'd thought that Castiel would never turn to drugs when left alone. If Dean was going through the same problems, wasn't it possible that he was just as messed up?
Gabriel hung his head, letting the tears fall as Dean continued to pound into him. He hated himself for it, but the way Dean kept stroking him combined with the repeated pressure to his prostate was bringing him closer to climax. Feeling himself getting closer, he let out a sob and shook his head, not wanting this.
"Please Dean, stop this! Just talk to me, let me explain-"
"No."
"Please!" Gabriel was begging now, pride well and truly gone. He felt himself locking up, and knew he was about to orgasm, when Dean suddenly grabbed his balls and twisted.
"Fuck!" Gabriel screamed, the pain cutting through his climax and causing fresh tears to fall. Dean was still going, still setting a harsh pace, and Gabriel had the sinking feeling that this was going to continue for quite a while.
Dean halted two more orgasms before he finally thrust deeply and allowed himself to climax inside Gabriel. He could feel Gabriel sobbing as he collapsed on top of the shorter male, running his hands over whatever skin he could reach.
Getting up, he quickly disposed of the soiled condom and used a towel from under the bed to clean himself up, then climbed back up and pulled Gabriel into his arms, spooning him. He gently ran his hands over Gabriel's chest, caressing, toying with the stiff nipples, then ran a hand back down to slowly stroke Gabriel's still-hard cock.
"Dean, please, no more," Gabriel shook his head, but had no more energy to try and leave. He was sore from staying in the one position, was certain that he couldn't walk without limping and wouldn't be able to sit for a week. And Dean kept stroking him, teasing caresses that kept him hard without letting him reach satisfaction.
"You wanted to talk," Dean whispered, entangling Gabriel's legs with his own. "So talk."
"Stop touching me, I can't-"
"You paid to get an orgasm. You haven't had one yet. I'll have to keep trying until you do."
"No," Gabriel whimpered, but his hips were twitching without his permission.
"Yes. Now. Talk. You kept trying to earlier." Dean's voice was low and dangerous, and Gabriel knew he would be in for worse treatment if he didn't obey.
"I wasn't screwing Cas," Gabriel decided to start with that, since Dean had kept mentioning that. "I swear. I went away to college, got a scholarship that let me attend. Then after a while I went home for a break, and found that Cas was screwed up, on drugs and alcohol, with a whole group of people using him for sex and to test new drugs on. I got him out of there, but I didn't know how else to help him."
Dean's hand stilled for a moment, then started stroking a little harder. Gabriel let out a moan as it eased some of the pressure building inside, and felt Dean pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders.
"I… when he was high and drunk, he kept trying to kiss me," Gabriel managed to continue. "Then when he sobered up, he still kept trying. He wanted someone to love him. So we made a deal, I'd sleep with him if he stayed clean. It… after that, we were lovers. I love him. I do what I can to take care of him, and he's been mostly clean for seven years. Had a few slips, but I couldn't hold it against him. He's trying, and I love him too much to turn him away."
The hand on his cock was stroking firm and fast, and Gabriel was breathing hard, hips moving, trying to get more. Then the hand let go, and there was a little distance between him and Dean again.
"A sad story," Dean whispered, and Gabriel thought for a moment that he was sorry, that it was going to be okay. Then he heard another tear, and before he could move Dean was pressing into him again, sliding easily into the now well-stretched passage.
"But you've always been good at telling stories."
"Dean please, I swear," Gabriel was crying again, though Dean was being gentle this time.
"You've always twisted the truth to suit yourself," Dean spoke directly into his ear, pulling Gabriel's leg over his to get a better angle. "And I don't believe you anymore. Stopped believing you when you promised you'd call, and you never did." He was stroking Gabriel again, in time with his slow thrusts.
"I tried!" Gabriel was too exhausted to move now, and just lay there, letting Dean do what he wanted. He only just had the energy to speak. "We both tried. But on the first day, our phones disappeared. We only found them when it was time to head back. When we heard your voicemails… God, Cas was freaking out. I've never seen him so worked up as when he thought you were all alone."
"I was," Dean kept moving, refusing to let himself believe what Gabriel was saying. After all, Gabriel was screwing his own little brother, he clearly couldn't be trusted. "My dad was killed. Child Protection would have split me and Sammy up. I had no one to help me figure out what to do. So I packed up with Sammy and we left. You have no idea what we went through. You don't get any sympathy from me."
"We tried," Gabriel closed his eyes and lay still, just wanting it to be over. "We tried."
"Not enough," Dean nipped at his shoulder.
There was no more talking after that. Dean finally allowed Gabriel to climax, before thrusting a few more times and reaching his own orgasm.
Leaving Gabriel on the bed, eyes closed and face stained by tears, Dean moved into the attached bathroom and cleaned himself up. When he came out again, Gabriel was gone, and he figured that was the last he'd see of him. After all, if Gabriel said anything about his rough treatment, Dean could easily get out of it by claiming it was what he'd been paid to do - and there was also the fact that he knew about Castiel.
Something tried to twinge in Dean's chest, and he recognised it as guilt trying to grow. He quickly drowned it in alcohol. Gabriel had hurt him first - he was just evening the score.
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