Fic: Cherished madness (3)
Title: Cherished madness (3) - Two rules
Author: marlene_novalis
Pairing/Characters: Sam / Castiel / Dean
Category: slash
Rating: NC-17
Warning: AU!! non-con, psychological torture in this one
Summary: Dean and Sam state two rules. For Castiel obeying is harder than he imagined.
3. Two rules
“I wanna fuck him.” Dean laughed at Sam’s words. He sounded like a boy on Christmas morning eager to try out his newest toy.
Castiel’s eyes widened. His mind hadn’t processed the situation. It was just too wrong. How was it even possible that he got into a situation like this? He had just been curious. He just wanted to experience something that was a little different from the usual stuff. And now he found himself naked, chained and in pain on a cold floor with two people he had not only considered valuable co-workers but also friends smiling down on him with more than mischievous grins on their faces.
“Look at him, Dean. He’s terrified.” Sam still smiled. He nudged Castiel’s side with his foot. The naked man whined.
“Guys…” His voice was reduced to a whisper. “I don’t know what happened… what I did wrong… please just… let me go… please…”
Dean moved his head slightly, a questioning look in his eyes.
“Hey Sam, did you allow him to speak to you like this?”
Sam grinned. “Well, we haven’t exactly stated the rules yet.” With these words he turned around and went away, out of Castiel’s sight.
It was a game, right? Just a prank of his friends that went too far. Something he would hate them for, for a while at least and then… then they’d be friends again and everything would be fine. Castiel clung to those thoughts like a drowning man to a plank. Everything would be fine… He shut his eyes as tight as he could. Yes, everything would be…
He heard Sam coming back. A sudden breeze next to his face made him open his eyes again. Dean and Sam stood right over him. Huge, dangerous, smiling. The cane was in Dean’s hand now and again he beat the air right next to Castiel’s face so that all the other man could feel was a soft breeze. Castiel shrieked in terror. Not!! His!! Face!!
“Look at me, Castiel.” Sam’s voice sounded calm. Patient and calm. “There are two basic rules you have to learn. Comply with them and nobody will ever hurt you. Break them and you will be punished. It’s as simply as that. Understood?”
Suddenly Castiel froze, goose bumps ran over his whole body. This was real. It was not a dream, not a trip, not even some crazy, kinky fantasy. This was reality. What else could he do for now than obey?
“Yes…” he whispered and closed his eyes.
The pain was worse than before, maybe because it came totally unexpected. The cane landed on Castiel’s thigh. He squirmed, screamed, cried.
“Rule Number One.” That was Sam’s voice. “Speak when you are asked to speak. Understood?”
Castiel shivered. The pain had taken his breath away. He managed to nod hesitatingly.
“Good boy!” Sam tousled his hair gently.
“Rule Number Two: Obey. Understood?”
Again Castiel nodded. What else could he do? He just wanted the nightmare to end. Already he began to fantasize about going to the police, telling them everything that was going on here.
Suddenly Sam stepped forward and opened the chains that held Castiel’s hands together. Confused he looked up to him.
“Don’t worry” Said Sam. “Just a test to see if you really understood.”
He went a few steps away and crouched down.
“Now… come here, Castiel. Be a good boy and crawl to me.”
And yes, Castiel crawled. Shame coloured his cheeks but he wanted to obey, needed to obey… just to avoid the pain. He had almost reached Sam when suddenly…
“No, Castiel. Come to me. I know you like me more. Come! Don’t hesitate.” There was tenderness in Dean’s words and Castiel turned around immediately and crawled towards the other man.
“Castiel!” Sam’s voice was like a blow to his back. “I told you to come to me. I thought you understood what ‘objey’ means.”
Castiel turned around again but even before he could move towards Sam again he heard Dean’s voice once more.
“Don’t disappoint me, Castiel. You’re surely not too stupid to obey me, aren't you?”
A desperate howling escaped Castiel when he understood the hopelessness of his situation. And instead of moving to any of them he curled up into a ball and clutched his knees.
They are going to beat me. I don’t want the pain. I want to be good. Please, let me be good.
But not one word came over his lips.
Although he expected the pain this time it was just as agonizing as the three times before. This time, the blow landed on his back and Castiel could only wonder who beat him… or why he still wasn’t bleeding.
“He tries…” It was Sam’s voice.
“Just like you tried, Sammy.” Dean laughed. “You somehow managed better than he does. Maybe he shouldn’t be my slave alone. Maybe… you know, maybe he should be yours. A slave’s slave. Sounds sweet. Of course you’d first have to ask if you want to play with him. What do you think?”
“As you wish, Dean.” There was a calm and very earnest servitude in Sam’s voice.
Their attention turned back to the shivering body in front of them.
“Those are the rules. There is nothing more to add.” Again Sam spoke. Castiel bit his lip. The fact that Dean didn’t speak to him made him so powerful and dominant, almost God-like.
“Leave now, Castiel.”
Castiel didn’t move.
“You understood me, right? Get up and leave. We will meet you at Dean’s place tomorrow at 8 p.m. Be in time.”
Castiel didn’t understand. They let him go? Just like this? Were they crazy?? Slowly he got up, swaying on shaky legs. He couldn’t look at the two men, he was far too ashamed. He turned around and headed for the door naked as he was already getting all the facts together he would tell the police.
“Castiel.” Dean. Dean’s voice. Dark and smooth, like velvet. “Feel free to call the police anytime. We have a very dear friend who lives just minutes away from your wife and kids who’s just waiting for the news that we got arrested.”
Castiel stared to the ground and continued to walk.
They won. He lost.