Stockholm Syndrome ch. 5/?
Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Author: earth_heart
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: Hard R to NC-17 for this chapter
Genre: Dark!fic, kidnapping, demons and angels
Warnings: Slight abuse, weakened angel, D/s themes, dirty talk, tail!porn
Disclaimer: Supernatural and its characters do not belong to me, they belong to Eric Kripke and the CW/WB. I make no profit from this story.
Summary: Stockholm Syndrome: -noun Psychiatry . an emotional attachment to a captor formed by a hostage as a result of continuous stress, dependence, and a need to cooperate for survival. In which Dean is a demon who kidnaps the angel Castiel because he wants him, and Castiel comes to love Dean because he can’t remember anything but the demon.
AN: Thank you all so much for your wonderful comments and support! Thank you also to those of you who have offered constructive criticism and suggestions. All of it has gone into helping me make this story as wonderful as I possibly can.
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Chapter 5: Affections returned
“Do you know how long you’ve been here, angel?” Dean asked the angel during one of his rare days off. The demon had been doing such a fabulous job that Alistair had granted him a day of leave to relax and enjoy himself. He’d already spent the first half of his day with Sam, roaming over Hell and earth with his brother; laughing and acting like kids again.
Now he was with his angel, stroking his hand along the Seraph’s spine. He was sitting with his back against the headboard of the creature’s bed, with Castiel draped over him; his head buried in Dean’s neck. The angel was practically purring.
“No.” Castiel turned his head to look up at Dean with one large, intense blue eye, and the demon smiled. His angel was such a curious creature usually; he was surprised he hadn’t asked before.
“You’ve been here for ten years, Cas. A month’s time on earth.” Dean was incredibly pleased with how much progress his angel had made since then. There had been no disobedience from his angel since that last attack so long ago. Now, Castiel was his perfect little angel, doting on him and doing whatever he could to make Dean happy.
It was a two-way street, of course, with Dean making his angel happy in return. Castiel never asked for anything, but Dean gave him so much.
“I love you, Cas.” he purred into his angel’s ear, slipping his tail around and brushing the tip up under Castiel’s wings at the point where they met the smooth, flawless skin of his back. It was close to the oil glands, but not quite there.
Castiel gasped, jerking against him. He moaned softly, and when the angel looked at him, Dean saw the want in his eyes; pupils dilated, a gorgeous flush across his cheeks, and his delicious mouth open.
“Feels good, Cas?” he purred, hauling the angel up so he was straddling Dean’s hips, sitting in his lap. The demon began to lick and bite a trail up to the Seraph’s ear. “Tell me, angel. Do you miss your home?”
“What home?” Castiel whimpered quietly, his hips rolling; his wings unfurling behind him to help the celestial being keep his balance. “This is my home. It’s always been my home.”
That made Dean pause, and he pulled back to look into Castiel’s eyes. They were wide and full of adoration, with no hidden secrets or lies in them. “How long have you lived here, Cas?” he questioned, testing this out.
“Ten years.” his angel replied promptly.
“Where did you live before?”
“I… I don’t remember. I just remember being really, really sad. Then you came for me, Dean, and I was happy.”
“What about Heaven?” The demon’s suspiciousness was fading into something else.
“Heaven? What about Heaven? I don’t remember Heaven.” Now his Seraph looked confused. “Should I remember Heaven, Dean?”
“No, no.” the demon said quickly. If Castiel couldn’t remember Heaven, then Dean wasn’t about to tell him. Instead he pulled the creature closer, nuzzling along his neck and breathing in his scent. “I love you, Cas.”
“I love you too, Dean.” the angel whispered, burrowing closer and sliding his hands over the demon’s chest. His pink tongue flicked out, lapping in tiny kitten-like licks across Dean’s collarbone.
Dean froze, then groaned. His head slammed back against the headboard, his hands tightening around Cas and dragging him closer roughly. “Gods, Cas. You’ve never… That’s the first… fuck, angel.” he moaned, reaching up to tangle his fingers into the angel’s hair. Jerking him forward, he pressed their mouths together, moaning when Castiel opened his immediately so that Dean’s tongue could flick inside.
They had done a lot of kissing, and some heavier touching, but they’d never gone too far. Part of the reason was because Castiel was still relaxing around him after the rough punishments, but the other reason was because Castiel had never said ‘I love you’ back to Dean.
Well, now he had, and all bets were off. Castiel was whimpering beautifully into his mouth, his hips shifting in tiny little hitches as Dean licked over his teeth, swiped his tongue across the roof of his mouth, and then slid it against Castiel’s own tongue. He swallowed every wonderful sound his angel made, and then sought out more.
Castiel whimpered; rolling his hips against Dean’s as sensations overwhelmed him. He hadn’t felt like this since the last time Dean had really stroked his wings. It had been so long since the demon had properly touched them that he was desperate to feel it again. His mouth felt bruised from all the kisses, and all he could taste was Dean.
When the demon pulled back, he licked his lips to capture more of the taste. Dean’s eyes were completely black, but Castiel was not afraid. His hands ran down the angel’s sides, stroking over his hipbones before trailing back up to his nipples. Dean rubbed his thumb roughly over the right nub, and Castiel moaned, jerking in the demon’s lap. More, he needed more.
“Dean.” he whined, his wings flaring out behind him. “Dean.”
“Shhh, I’ve got you, Cas.” the demon soothed before his lips slid over the Seraph’s other nipple. Teeth scraped over the nub before Dean sucked roughly, and Castiel thrashed; throwing his head back and moaning loudly.
When the first touch came, Castiel almost didn’t register it. He felt the demon’s tail slipping over his back, but then suddenly it was right there, pressing insistently against his oil glands.
Throwing his head back, Castiel keened loudly, pleasure nearly overwhelming the creature, who had never felt such a thing before. At least, nothing as strong as that. His next shout was muffled when Dean clamped a hand over his mouth; the tip of his tail sliding around the glands before pressing again.
When Castiel managed to pull himself together, he was on his stomach with his face pressed into the pillows. Dean was straddling his back, and the demon was tugging and pulling on his feathers while his tail stimulated the oil glands. The Seraph bucked and writhed below him, trying to follow the incredible sensation while at the same time trying to put pressure on his erection. It was straining in his slacks, begging for friction he couldn’t give it.
“Dean!” he begged, feeling the tears gather in the corners of his eyes as he turned his head to look at the demon. “Dean, please! I need… I need!”
Dean shushed him gently, and then slid away from the angel. Castiel wanted to scream, instantly shoving himself up to try and follow him. A sharp command had him settling back down again, albeit reluctantly.
“Look, Cas. Your oil is all over my tail, now.” Dean murmured; his voice full of wonder. Castiel looked and saw that yes, indeed, there was slick oil on the end of Dean’s tail. He could feel more on his back, and shuddered. “I wonder what I can do with it…”
When Dean began to remove his slacks, Castiel arched his hips and spread his legs eagerly, helping the demon to remove the unwanted garment. There was no cool air to brush over his bared skin, just the pleasantly warm breeze that always danced through his room. It made him shiver none-the-less.
“So beautiful.” Dean praised huskily. “Gods, Cas, I love you so much. You’re my beautiful angel.” Castiel felt the demon’s fingers rubbing over his skin and arched, needing more contact.
“I love you, Dean.” the Seraph whined, balling up the sheets in his hands as he rocked back into the touches. “Please, Dean.”
“I’ve got you, Cas.” Dean whispered, and Castiel felt his wet tongue run down his spine. Arching like a cat, the angel let out a groan and spread his wings. He felt the demon settle between his legs, nudging them apart farther, and he parted them readily.
Callous-rough hands ran down his back and over his sides, before slipping up to press into his oil glands. At the same time, Castiel felt something brush over his most secret of places. The dual actions had him keening loudly, bucking back into both touches. The thing brushed over his entrance again and- oh God- it was Dean’s tail. Dean was pressing the tip of his tail, slick with his own oil, against Castiel’s entrance.
When the tip of that tail wiggled into him a few centimeters, there was no pain; only an intense feeling that Castiel didn’t know what to make of. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, hips rocking as the tail pushed in a little farther.
“Relax for me, Cas. It’s gonna feel so good, I promise. God, your so tight around my tail; so hot and wet. C’mon, angel, relax.” Dean moaned into his ear. “Trust me.”
He did trust Dean. Castiel relaxed for the demon, whimpering as Dean’s tail slid in a bit farther. The entire tip was in now, rubbing against his internal walls and flexing in a way that made him jerk and spasm. Moans and cries fell from him in a never-ending stream; words like ‘Dean’ and ‘please’ and ‘more’ mixed in without him even realizing it.
“Listen to you, Cas. You sound so filthy, moaning like that. Do you like what I’m doing to you, angel?” Dean growled into his ear, shoving his tail in further. The tip flicked over something inside of him, and Castiel screamed. He shoved back so roughly that he knocked Dean back. The demon hit the bed, but Castiel held himself up on his knees over him; his hands stretched behind him and digging into the sheets.
“Dean!” he keened, his hips thrusting and rolling, trying to push down further onto the tail. The demon stiffened his tail in response, pushing it in a little more before beginning to slide it back out. Castiel cried out in protest, clenching his muscles around it to try and keep it inside.
Dean groaned roughly beneath him. “Such a whore for me, Cas. Look at you, fucking yourself on my tail like that. I bet that’s all it’s gonna take to make you come, huh, angel? Just me fucking you with my tail. Well, is it?”
Castiel tried to answer, but Dean shoved his tail back up inside of him, hitting that spot again; Castiel howled. Suddenly Dean shoved him, knocking him forward. He hit the bed hard, bouncing, but then Dean was above him, the demon holding him down with his hands while his tail thrust into him over and over again.
“Look at you, angel. Such a slut for me. I see your pretty hole spasm around my tail. Fuck, I can feel it, and the way you’re clenching down on me so tightly. Do you like this, Cas? Do you? Tell me!” Dean’s demand was followed by a harsh thrust.
Castiel howled again, bucking back against Dean. He was so aroused that his erection was painful, and he was dripping all over himself and the bed. “Yes, Dean! Yes! It feels so good.”
“Do you want more, Cas? Want me to make you cum?” Dean growled into his ear. He clamped one hand down on Castiel’s hip, the other trailing down his back to circle where the angel’s hole was stretched wide around the demon’s tail.
Whining desperately, Castiel nodded. “Yes, yes, please let me cum. I want to cum, Dean.”
When he felt one finger slip in alongside the demon’s tail, Castiel cried out. He tried to buck, but Dean held him down easily with one hand. The demon’s tongue slid over his ear, Dean’s hot breath panting in delicious puffs against the sensitive skin. When he leaned closer, Castiel arched up, tilting his head back.
“Beg me.” Dean hissed into his ear. “Show me how much you want it. Can you take my fingers along with my tail, Cas? Are you such a good boy that you’d let me do this?”
“Yes, Dean. I’m a good angel. I’m your good angel.” the Seraph promised reverently. He felt a second finger push in along with the first and bit his pillow, eyes screwed shut. A normal human might feel uncomfortable pressure, but the angel only felt the pleasure from the action.
“I don’t hear begging, Cas.” Dean growled, removing his fingers and beginning to slide his tail out.
Castiel whined high in his throat, clenching down on the tail. Letting go of the pillow, he turned to look under his arm at Dean. “Please, Dean. Please, I need it. I want it. I want you.”
The demon growled, thrusting his tail back in and following swiftly with three fingers. Dean’s tail was pressing insistently against his prostate, constant pressure that wouldn’t lessen.
Screaming, Castiel’s whole body seized up. He screamed again, his true voice bleeding in. It was loud enough to crack the marble of the walls and tub. Suddenly, slick fingers were covering his mouth, sealing over his lips and muffling his ecstasy. The fingers that had just been inside of him he thought dazedly.
“Cum for me, Cas.” Dean growled, thrusting his erection along the inside of the Seraph’s thigh. “So fucking gorgeous; my angel. Cum for me!”
Fingers tangled in his feathers, pulling roughly, and Castiel was cumming. His screams muffled by Dean’s hand, his wings flaring out; his body bucking and writhing. White-hot pleasure washed over him in waves, his erection pulsing in time with the crashing of those waves. He felt his ejaculate splatter over his stomach, warm and wet.
Dean groaned behind him, and then there was similar wetness on his thighs and back. The demon’s tail twitched inside of him, then slowly slid out. Castiel sunk down onto the bed, feeling sated and more exhausted than he’d ever felt before.
“Cas.” Dean moaned, rolling the Seraph over. He opened his eyes, staring up into Dean’s and watching as the black bled away, leaving the familiar green behind. Reaching up, he let out a happy murmur when Dean dropped easily into his arms. It took hardly a thought and they were clean, and Castiel was proud that he could still do that, at least.
“I love you, Dean.” Castiel whispered, feeling the rush of warmth that those words brought. “My demon.”
“Damn right, and you’re my angel.” Dean grunted, nuzzling along Castiel’s throat. “My gorgeous, sensuous angel.”
“Can you stay tonight? Please?” the Seraph asked hopefully. “I don’t like it when you’re gone. I miss you.”
A hand stroked gently over his side, and Dean let out a soft puff of breath. Castiel felt his lips curl into a smile. “Sure, angel. I’ll stay tonight. I’ll just make up some story for Sammy in the morning.”
Pleased, Castiel let out a quiet hum before closing his eyes. He felt Dean pull up the blanket and snuggled closer to the demon’s side. There would be no sleep for him, but he was long past minding. After all, he had Dean to hold onto all night. That was better than sleep, in his opinion.