Gossamer Empyrean, Part 3

[otp_destiel]

Title: Gossamer Empyrean
Pairings: Dean/Castiel
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: Season 5, with mentions of info from "Clap Your Hands if You Believe."
Warnings: slash, AU, dom!Castiel, sub!Dean, mild het, bare backing, Grace!sex, oral, orgasm denial, bondage (tie!sex)
Word Count: 33,421
Note: This fic was written for the deancasbigbang 2013. It is the sequel to Into Temptation and the second in the Trinity Trilogy, but stands entirely on its own and can therefore be read without reading Into Temptation first or reading the planned sequel afterwards.
Summary: A hunt dealing with missing persons quickly leads to an elaborate plan in a desperate attempt to prevent what is happening and possibly save one of the kidnapped children. The only problem? Dean isn't at all enamored with the role that he has to play. He'd rather be doing something other than playing Castiel's sex slave and looking pretty.

Beta: aerilex

Artist: stefy-coool - Art Masterlist

It was evening before all of the traditional fae greeting ceremonies and rituals were completed and by then, of course, it was time for the evening banquet after which no more business was permitted. Castiel suppressed his irritation and instead turned his attention towards his hunter as more faerie servants appeared to move a table into the space between the chairs. Dean had shifted after the first few hours so that he was no longer sitting on his knees, but since his human had only moved closer to him he didn't mind as it gave him easier access.

Castiel's fingers had been trailing over the soft skin of his charge's back and now he shifted them to the far side, absently tracing the outline of his claim burned into Dean's very body. The action drew a little shudder from his human and he tilted his head, intrigued. Curiously, he ran the pads of his fingers over the raised flesh of the mark itself, the tips of his nails dragging along it as well. Dean gave a full body shudder and gave a strangled little sound, drawing all eyes to him. Castiel smiled wickedly, the thought of his claim being so sensitive sending a thrill through the dominant part of himself, the same part that wanted to crow in triumph and preen at the jealous, lustful look in the faerie king's eyes.



"I don't suppose that your slave has any relatives?" Oberon inquired as other noblefae entered the throne room, bowing to both their king and his angelic guest before taking their place at the royal table that was being generously decked with food of all varieties.

"Only a younger brother," Castiel replied, deciding that sticking as closely to the truth as possible was probably best. "But he does not possess either his brother's beauty or soul in addition to not being a firstborn."

Once all of the faerie guests had arrived and introductions had been made, the feast began, the lids coming off the food trays revealing all kinds of wonderful delights. Castiel scanned the options available, absently noting the way that his hunter's head lifted slightly as the aromas reached Dean. Knowing that his visiting brothers and sisters hadn't informed any of the fae of the fact that angels required neither nourishment nor rest, he took generously of the food, taking care to select items that he knew that Dean would like and which were easy to break off into the smaller portions it was acceptable to feed one's slave. All of the food was safe for his hunter to eat, so he broke off some of what appeared to be the faerie equivalent of pie and held it out to his charge. Dean had already shifted slightly to make it easier for his human to accept whatever he deigned to pass down to him.

Although Castiel knew that for Dean it would be the height of embarrassment to allow himself to be fed like this, he couldn't help but enjoy the way that his hunter's lips closed around his fingers, nor the way Dean's tongue snaked out to lap up the crumbles that had been left behind. It instantly made him wonder what it would be like to have those same lips and tongue on his vessel's cock and arousal blossomed hot and dark within him. The matching desire he saw reflected in Oberon's eyes when he looked up didn't help matters any either.

The conversation at the table ranged over a wide variety of topics and wasn't entirely in English so Castiel was not required to either comment or be involved in all of it. He used the time he had instead to enjoy the illusion of being able to dominate his chosen submissive, going so far as to imitate the way he saw some of the other fae dipping two fingers into their wine for their slaves to suck off. The feeling of Dean suckling his fingers like that was almost too much for him. The fact that it was too much for Oberon was evidenced by how the faerie king pulled his female slave close and pushed her head under the hem of his robe as he spread his legs, eyes glued to Dean's kneeling form.

Unable to watch, Castiel turned his attention to the faerie lady sitting on his other side, complimenting her on the perfection of her wine which was being served at the banquet. When he felt that Dean- whom he'd kept feeding throughout the conversation- had eaten his fill, he shifted his hand to his hunter's hair, running his fingers through it, occasionally stopping to toy with his human's earring before just taking advantage of the fact that the he could touch so freely. His lack of restraint turned out to be a good thing when the entertainment for the evening commenced and barely clothed human slaves entered the room.

Castiel wasn't sure what it was about them that upset his hunter, but he suddenly felt all Dean's muscles tense up and his fingers tightened automatically in warning, though from the way his human's eyes flashed up at him briefly he knew that his charge had reached his limit for the day.

"Your Majesty," Castiel began, feigning a yawn. "My apologies but it has been a long day and I would like to, ah... get some more training in for Dean."

The filthy look that crossed the faerie king's face proved that his excuse was more than enough to make up for any potential slight his desire to leave early could have caused.

"Of course, Lord Castiel," Oberon replied, his hand drifting down towards his male slave's head while his other hand snapped, bringing a fae servant running. "Show Lord Castiel to his quarters."

"Yes, Sire."

"My thanks, Your Majesty," Castiel said, rising to his fight. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

"I would wish you the same, but I do not think it necessary given how certain it already is."

With a half bow in acknowledgement, Castiel turned to follow the servant, keenly aware of Dean's presence behind him. They did not have far to go and the hallways were mostly deserted at this time of night so it wasn't long at all before the servant was opening another grand set of doors covered in pale yellow blossoms. The room beyond was extremely spacious with a table grown from vines in the entryway, the sheet of glass atop it having a hole in the middle so the flowering tips of the vines grew through it, acting like a bouquet of purple and white blossoms.

Further away, Castiel could see what appeared to be a bathroom with water running in from a hole in the ceiling into a large tub sunken into the floor. Obviously there had to be a drain somewhere else as it didn't overflow onto the floor. On the opposite end of the main room was a large bed made from intertwined branches and vines with massive posts in each corner that grew into the ceiling and between which gauzy curtains hung, fluttering slightly in the breeze that nipped in through the hole in the ceiling just above the bed. He had heard that the fae preferred to see the stars as they fell asleep, but he hadn't realized that they had taken pains to ensure that was possible within their buildings, or at least for those of sufficiently high rank. He supposed that their magic ensured that the rain didn't enter and soak the occupants while they slept.

"Should you require anything at any time, my Lord, please just pull the chord beside the bed," the servant said. "We have people on duty all night who can supply you with whatever you wish."

A single nod and a dismissive wave was all that it took to ensure their privacy (the faeries assuming that Dean could perform all of the menial tasks that went with disrobing and preparing for bed) and Castiel finally allowed himself to relax after a quick sweep of the room with his Grace. "We are alone," he stated.

"It's about damn time!" Dean declared, eyes flashing with anger as he looked up and Castiel frowned. "My knees are killing me!"

Unthinkingly, Castiel reached out and brushed his fingers over his charge's forehead, alleviating the pain with a thought though doing so drained him more than he liked. It was something which he should have noticed and done before, but his attention had been more focused on the fae than his human's internal musings and feelings. "Sorry, I'll make sure to take care of it earlier tomorrow."

Dean blinked at him, clearly startled, but the anger remained.

"What's wrong?" Castiel asked.

"What's wrong? What's wrong!" Dean demanded, fists clenching before he started pacing the room in agitation. "What's wrong is that you hardly even mentioned Sandy or the portal at all, instead you just sat there looking at plants, fucking wing displays and listening to the most god awful music I've ever heard!"

"It is faerie custom to open negotia-"

"I don't care!"

"Which is why I am the one negotiating and you're not. If we don't follow their traditions then there will be no negotiations."

"Fine, then we can just blast them all to hell and be done with it," Dean snapped angrily. "That'll keep them from opening any more portals in the future."

"Do you even have any idea of how many faeries there are or how strong their magic is? Avalon is an entirely separate realm, Dean, just like ours is and you have over seven billion humans on Earth."

That seemed to finally make an impact but Castiel feared that it wasn't enough. His hunter was far too worked up and stubborn to let an argument go so easily. The problem was that he wasn't entirely sure why Dean was so upset to begin with. Sure, he knew that his charge hated seeing anyone hurt and downright detested not being able to save someone he thought that he should have been able to, but Dean already knew that they were here to do absolutely everything that could be done in this situation.

"And there is hope for Sandy," Castiel added, hoping that would help appease his human, alas he was mistaken.

"What the hell was that about drugging her?"

"It means that they won't be able to tempt her into accepting any of their food that would trap her here forever."

"She's hardly even a teenager, who knows what the hell their drugs will do to her? Especially for so long!"

"Dean-"

"And did you see what they made Damian wear? He's older but still technically a kid even if only for a few more months."

"Damian?" Castiel asked, thinking back but suddenly realizing that he had never seen a photo of the boy. "Which one was he?"

"The youngest of the dancers, in the green g-string."

Ah, yes, Castiel had seen him. The poor boy wasn't quite up to the standard of the other dancers, which now made sense and he wondered who had allowed him to join them in their performance. Was this Oberon's way of trying to rub his nose in the fact that he couldn't save them all? Or was it an attempt to remind Castiel that the portal had not been opened from their side? He'd not had time to wait around and uncover what had first triggered the connection between their realms, but if it had been a human who had summoned the fae, then Oberon would definitely have an advantage tomorrow and it would have been like the faerie king to try and drive that point home as soon as possible. Therefore Damian's inclusion among the dancers made it quite likely that the fae had been summoned, he only hoped that Sam was able to figure out who had done so and prevent them from trying again.

"Unfortunately there is nothing that we can do for him," Castiel said regretfully.

"To hell with that!" Dean countered, whirling around and stalking close to him. "I say we gank Oberon, grab any humans we can get our hands on and take them back with us."

"They would not survive the journey and, even worse, die painfully between the realms. Is that what you want for them?"

"Isn't there anything that you can do?"

"No, I'm sorry, but the change that occurs when they ingest faerie food or drink is irreversible."

"Then speed up the negotiations."

"I can't."

"Then what the hell are you good for?" Dean demanded, shoving Castiel hard.

Angry at the disrespect and his dominant instincts still in full force due to their earlier role play, Castiel reacted automatically, grabbing Dean by the upper arms and pushing his hunter up against the nearest wall, crowding close. His charge made a strangled little sound that if it were from anyone else, he would have thought it was born of fear, but he knew Dean better than to mistake it for that. Standing as close as they were, he could see right into his human's eyes which were open wide in shock and dilating rapidly.

The implications of the latter stunned Castiel speechless and he almost didn't dare to speculate as to why they were dilating though there could be very little doubt. Experimentally, he tightened his grip on Dean's upper arms and his charge jerked against him as if shocked, his Adam's apple swallowing thickly even as his human's eyes dilated further so that only a thin ring of green iris remained visible.

"You like this," Castiel marveled, his own arousal and dominant desires flaring to life at the clear signs of interest from his chosen submissive.

Dean shook his head a little frantically but Castiel noted that there was no verbal denial. He licked his lips deliberately and noted how his charge's eyes tracked the movement and his hunter's already rapid pulse beat a little faster still. He could also smell Dean's arousal and so he leaned in, claiming his human's lips in a kiss. Though it was fierce, Castiel kept the full extent of his desire back, not wanting to overwhelm his charge with all of the possessiveness of a dominant angel all at once. Not when it was so clear that Dean himself was only just being introduced to his own submissive nature.

The absolute last thing that Castiel wanted to do was to frighten his human.

The way that Dean instantly responded to his kiss, moaning and bringing his hands up to clutch at Castiel's clothing, told him that he hadn't been mistaken despite how unbelievable it all seemed. Unable to stop himself now, he pushed a leg between those of his hunter and lifted it until he could feel his charge's rapidly hardening cock pressing back against him. The action caused his submissive to pull his head back and gasp.

"Cas, fuck!" Dean whimpered, grinding down against him mindlessly. "I- shit. Cas... I've never- not with-"

"Hush, I know," Castiel reassured, kissing and sucking at the skin of his human's neck even as his hands roamed freely once more, desperately trying to erase any memory or evidence of Oberon's earlier touches. "Trust me."

His hunter went completely and utterly still at that and Castiel drew back in surprise, fearful that his sudden aggression had been too much for his human. Dean, however was not looking at him with fear or regret, but rather with some peculiar form of realization. That his charge trusted him he already knew, so at first he was confused as to what Dean was currently experiencing, but then understanding dawned and he couldn't comprehend why he hadn't figured it out right away. He knew that his hunter had never been with a male before and even he'd assumed that the submissiveness that he'd felt when he'd raised the Righteous Man from Perdition had been a result of Dean's experiences on the rack.

So what did this sudden introduction to his own submissive nature feel like to Dean?

"I've got you," Castiel whispered reassuringly, leaning forwards for another, softer, kiss.

Dean all but melted against him with an inarticulate little sound. Not entirely sure how firm he could be, Castiel increased the forcefulness of his touches slowly, remembering how harsh his initial actions had been that had elicited the first interested reactions from his hunter. He let his charge's reactions guide him and soon found that the more of his dominance he allowed to leak through, the more that Dean reacted, moaning and writhing against him. His hunter seemed to have given up thinking about the situation entirely, choosing instead to just react to it and Castiel was determined to make the most of the situation. He might only get one chance to prove how pleasurable it could be for a human to submit to an angel and he would ensure that Dean wanted more.

Besides, Castiel wasn't entirely sure that he'd be able to go back to the way that they had been after taking his hunter or that he'd be able to not treat him as his submissive in future encounters. After this he would always view Dean as his in the way that all dominant angels did their submissive partners.

"Cas!" Dean moaned helplessly, tugging at Castiel's clothing. "Please, God. I..."

"You what, Dean?" Castiel inquired, smiling as he nibbled at the base of his hunter's throat, just above the necklace, making Dean keen and grind down against his leg. "What do you want?"

"I... you, I want you- Cas, I've... I've never, before. Please."

"Shh," Castiel soothed, flying them to the bed, pulling back just enough to take in the sight of his aroused sub with his wild hair and dilated eyes beneath him. "I've got you, Dean. Just let go, enjoy."

It would go against all of his hunter's training to do so even if it was an inherent part of Dean's nature so Castiel was curious to see how his charge would fare. That his sub had already been able to let go this much was a testament to both how much he trusted Castiel as well as to how much of a natural submissive he really was. Having seen earlier how sensitive his claim was to his human, Castiel put his hand over it now, pressing down firmly, earning himself a shout that quickly turned to a moan that he swallowed when he swooped down and captured Dean's lips in another dominating kiss. His free hand he ran possessively over his human's body before using it to spread his charge's legs so he could settle comfortably between them.

With the way that Dean had reacted earlier, Castiel waited until he felt that his sub was thoroughly distracted before he vanished both of their clothing, though he left the jewelry he'd gotten his hunter, having found that he liked the look of it on his human. Then, before Dean could realize what he'd done, he lowered himself onto his sub, bringing their cocks into direct contact with each other. The feel of all of his hunter's skin felt exquisite and he moaned himself, wanting to just take, claim and bury himself into Dean's heat right now, but he knew that he had to move slowly so as not to spook or frighten his little hunter. Humans had such strange notions of sexuality and masculinity after all and the last thing he wanted to do was make this unpleasant for his sub in any way. Especially not now that Dean had finally given into his true nature and handed him all of the control that he had been so desperately craving.

"God, Cas," Dean mewled, bucking up against him, eyes nearly black with lust and need.

Castiel chuckled. "This is nothing, Dean, just wait."

Disbelief tinged his hunter's aura and Castiel took that as a sign that he could progress further, slicking his finger before moving it down between his sub's legs. To distract Dean, he began biting and sucking his way down the side of his human's neck, bypassing the necklace as he went before turning all of his attention to the twin dusky nipples that Oberon had touched earlier. From his charge's reaction then, he already knew that they were sensitive, a fact he took shameless advantage of now as he slowly circled his finger around his sub's entrance, letting Dean get used to being touched down there before pushing in. The initial breach caused less of a reaction than he'd thought that it would and he briefly wondered if another had already done this before dismissing the thought as irrelevant. He was certain that his sub had never been taken before so it didn't matter if a woman had experimented with touching Dean here.

Knowing the reaction that it would provoke, Castiel reached right for his hunter's prostate. Dean arched against him, coming with a cry of pleasure and Castiel nearly preened in triumph, delighted at having made his sub come without touching his cock. It was just further proof (not that he required it) of Dean's natural submissiveness. The mixture of pure bliss and disbelief swamping his charge also allowed him to finish prepping Dean for him without his sub being aware of any of the pain that inevitably accompanied that action the first few times it was performed.

By the time that Castiel was slowly pushing into his hunter, Dean was just coming down enough from his high to be aware of exactly what was happening. "Fuck, Cas," Dean gasped, eyes wide and reaching up to grasp his shoulders.

Beyond that, his hunter didn't react other than to bring his legs up around Castiel's waist. There was absolutely no hesitation or fear so Castiel was able to simply enjoy finally taking his human completely. The feel of his sub's tight heat all around him was exquisite, especially when coupled with the way that his hunter's soul also flared and submitted to him, offering itself up to be taken by his Grace, but he resisted that for now, not wanting to take too much too quickly, especially considering the permanence of such a connection.

His hunter gasped, clutching him tightly as Castiel bottomed out inside of him and he couldn't resist claiming those lips once more, biting Dean's bottom lip as he did so. The disbelief and pleasure rolling from his human swamped the bliss that he himself felt at being buried completely inside his submissive and it was all that he could do not to start thrusting immediately or to reach out and take his charge's soul as well.

"Cas, please," Dean begged, clenching slightly around Castiel.

"Please what?"

"Move."

The request was all that Castiel needed to let himself go and do exactly what he'd wanted to do. He pulled out almost all of the way before thrusting back in fast and hard, making his hunter cry out as he nailed Dean's prostate. Setting up as hard and fast a pace that he thought his sub could handle, Castiel could slowly start to feel his human begin to harden again against him. Holding his charge's head with one hand so that he could take those delicious lips, he trailed his other hand down his hunter's body to take hold of Dean's cock, grip firm. He matched his strokes of his human with those of his thrusts, twisting when he reached the head of his sub's cock. The duel assault combined with the fact that he was in complete control seemed to be driving his charge wild, not allowing Dean to do anything other than literally lie there and enjoy it.

With how long Castiel had waited for this moment, he knew that he wouldn't last long so he worked hard to bring his hunter to the brink quickly, wanting to come while feeling Dean's inner walls clenching around him; milking him. Bringing his sub to orgasm once more wasn't difficult and he himself cried out as his hunter clenched down around him and he came, painting the inside of his human with his claim just as he'd already burned his mark into Dean's shoulder.

Castiel lay on his sub as he slowly came down from his high, not wanting to relinquish the bliss he was feeling, not only coursing through his vessel but also his Grace with Dean's soul still sparking brilliantly all along his very being. When it inevitably faded, he felt regret at having to slip from his sub in order to shift them into what would be a more comfortable position for his hunter. He would have to take his charge from behind if he wished to remain within Dean for longer. His charge murmured in protest as he shifted Dean, but it was short-lived when he turned his hunter and pulled him close once more. Much to his amusement, Dean snuggled close before settling down, instantly drifting off to sleep, radiating nothing but contentment, satiation and an overwhelming feeling of safety.

Pride rushed through Castiel at the knowledge that he was responsible for that. It was because of him that his sub felt better than Dean had in years, if not decades and he basked in it, his dominant side purring in victory and contentment.



Since Castiel had no need for sleep, he was able to simply enjoy holding his sub throughout the night. On some level he still couldn't quite believe that he had actually been able to do what he'd longed for so very long and take Dean. If he were human he would have thought that he'd fallen asleep and dreamt the entire experience, not that he thought that even the best dreamer among humans could have dreamt that. He'd been so enraptured by his unexpected change of fortune that it had taken him far longer than it should have to realize that his hunter hadn't even had a hint of a nightmare. He couldn't help but feel another swell of pride at the realization of just how safe his charge felt with him that even subconsciously Dean felt completely secure in his arms.

From that thought Castiel almost inevitably moved on to consider the relative ease with which his hunter had picked up the role of slave. Sure, there had been a few incidents, but far less than he'd originally feared and the rest of Dean's performance had been much smoother too. Was that also because of how inherently safe his human felt in his presence? Was it the fact that Dean had to play his slave which had allowed his charge to do it so well? It was possible.

Uncharacteristically, Castiel lost track of time and soon he could hear the movement of faerie servants and human slaves as well as the early morning song of the birds living in and around the palace. His hunter slept on for a while longer but when Dean finally started to rouse, Castiel felt unable to resist taking advantage of the morning erection all human males seemed to have. He shifted them around so that he could take them both in hand at once and then he began stroking, thrusting lightly against his sub. Dean mewled, reacting instinctively and Castiel already had them both halfway to coming before those sleepy green eyes opened, glazed with need.

"Cas," Dean moaned, hands coming up to clutch at Castiel.

"Morning," Castiel replied, nipping at his hunter's jawline. "Just let go."

His words were met with a garbled word as Castiel twisted his hand at just the right moment and instead his sub buried his face into Castiel's shoulder, just holding on for the ride. The reaction pleased him even if he couldn't entirely rule out that his hunter might just be extra pliant due to only having just fully awoken. Regardless he nipped at the raised flesh of his claim, causing Dean to cry out and come against him and he quickly followed his human over the edge.

They both just lay there for a little while, panting as they recovered when there was a knock on the door. With a thought Castiel was at the end of the bed, fully clothed. Throwing the sheet so that his hunter was strategically covered, he opened the doors with his Grace. "Enter."

The fae servant that did so was quite young and Castiel thought she could hardly have reached her majority. In her hands she carried two intricately crafted hair garlands which she held up as she bowed deeply. "Your garlands, my Lord."

"You may leave them on the table," Castiel replied, half tempted to take her for just what she seemed, as a simple servant or apprentice to the king's garland maker.

The way she kept sneaking peeks past him at the bed, however, made Castiel think that he might have been wrong. It was quite possible that Oberon had specially selected her for her young and innocent appearance and requested that she gather what intelligence that she could on him and his slave. Alternatively, it was entirely possible that she had just never seen a human slave like Dean before. He had to admit that his sub made quite the sight just now, sprawled loose limbed across the bed wearing only his jewelry and the sheet that draped over part of one upper thigh and hip only just covering his privates, leaving all else bare. The fact that Dean hadn't yet entirely come down from his post coital bliss also meant that there wasn't a single tense muscle in his charge's body, making it more than clear what had just occurred.

The girl's sudden blush definitely appeared authentic but Castiel didn't examine it too closely, acting as if he were ignoring her as he would a lowly servant. She bowed again shyly before leaving the room, closing the doors behind her. Curious, he approached the table to look at the two garlands. Even without the slave status indicators, it would have been immediately obvious which one was intended for him as its main flower was a small blue one the color of his vessel's eyes. The green leaves from before were still there as were the pearls though they were silver colored now, but now they were accompanied by dark red pearls and purple flowers. As far as faerie hair garlands went it was quite somber, but also classic and by no means lacking in any way. It fit the persona that he had been projecting perfectly and he was pleased.

Dean's garland, on the other hand, was quite different. The leaves had changed from the green that they had been to a color that so matched the shade of his hunter's eyes that he was sure they had to be the golma leaves which Oberon had mentioned yesterday. The glass beads were golden now, matching the jewelry which he'd gotten his charge, while the flowers were a mix of the purple and blue blossoms from his own garland as well as some silvery ones. The snow white ribbon (which would help highlight his human's tan) was now joined by a peculiar shade of yellow, the two intertwining along the garland and then along the tail. The entire garland also sparkled with a gossamer golden sheen which he realized had transferred to his fingers when he put the garland back down. Someone had put a lot of thought and work into the garlands overnight and he would make sure to give Oberon his thanks.

"Uh, Cas?" Dean asked from where he now sat up in their rumbled bed, hair adoringly askew. "Where are my clothes? Or rather my pants?"

"You'll not be needing yesterday's apparel today. I have brought a second outfit for you to wear."

With a wave of his hand, Castiel materialized the outfit from where he'd kept it tucked away alongside his blade. He noticed the way his human's eyes lit up at seeing that there was a shirt, but it was short lived for it merely gave the illusion of providing cover, being designed to tantalize rather than hide anything from view. To begin with the front and back of the shirt were only held together at six points on either side; the first on either side of the neck, the second near the elbow, the third and fourth on either side of the wrist, the fifth below the armpit and the sixth at the waist. Then there was the fact that the material of the shirt was a netting, making it entirely see through.

The pants on the other hand, were made of the finest silk so thin that even a soft breeze would be enough to push it up against his hunter's skin, revealing all that lay beneath. Like the leather pants from before, both the shirt and silk pants were a chocolate brown that contrasted nicely with the color of his human's skin.

"Cas!" Dean complained when he'd examined his new outfit.

"You saw the other slaves yesterday, Dean," Castiel replied. "You know I could have chosen something far more revealing."

His sub shuddered at his words and Castiel supposed that Dean was thinking of the- what had his human called it?- g-string of the dancers. That he would never have considered as it truly left far too much on display and he was not letting another see that much of his sub, not ever again. As Dean reluctantly got dressed, Castiel walked over to a second table located along the far wall. He had not paid it any attention yesterday, but now he saw that it held a pitcher and several glasses. He poured what appeared to be a fragrant juice of some kind into one of the glasses and walked back to his hunter.

"You should drink as it is difficult to provide you with adequate wine or water at a banquet," Castiel said.

Dean scowled at the memory. "Yeah, do they want their slaves to die of dehydration?"

"Slave comfort is of little concern to the fae. If one goes thirsty until after their daily duties have been performed, it is of little consequence to them."

"They suck, have I mentioned that already?"

"In a slightly different form, yes."

"Good, 'cause it needs to be said again. They really suck."

Castiel tilted his head as he regarded his charge. Humans were such odd creatures sometimes and it never failed to fascinate him.

"What are you looking at?" Dean questioned, fidgeting suddenly. "Dude, I told you that it's rude to stare."

"Not for angels," Castiel responded, amused at his sub's continued self-consciousness after their couplings. "We must reapply your make-up."

"Oh, God."

Despite the protest, his hunter sat perfectly still and allowed Castiel to move Dean's head as he needed to complete his charge's disguise for Dean's role as slave. The easy compliance still surprised Castiel and he couldn't help but wonder at how quickly his human was accepting his dominance. Was it because of where they were and the roles that they had to play? Was that influencing Dean and making it easier for his sub to give into his natural inclinations without any of the conditioning that John Winchester's upbringing had instilled being able to interfere? It was an interesting thought to consider. Perhaps he would have something to be grateful to Oberon for after all. Not that he would allow that to interfere with what he needed to accomplish here.

"You do realize that we are unlikely to come to an agreement today with Oberon, right?" Castiel asked, not wanting his hunter to lose his temper again out of frustration.

"What? Why not?" Dean questioned, frowning.

"Because these things are delicate and often involve much repetition and posturing, especially on the part of the faeries."

"Can't you just cut to the chase?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because that is how it is."

"That's not an answer."

"It is, however, the truth," Castiel stated, amused despite himself at his hunter's inability to accept the situation, it was 'cute' as humans would say. Not that he would tell his sub that, he had seen what happened when Dean's pride was wounded before. "Additionally, the fae refuse to discuss politics at banquets and every meal is a banquet when they have guests at the royal table."

As Castiel had expected that it might, that perked his charge's interest. "Wait, more banquets like last night's?"

"Yes."

"Okay, well that's acceptable then. At least they know how to eat."

"You liked the food then?"

"Duh, it was awesome, especially that pie thingy."

"Was there anything you didn't like?"

"The mixture wrapped in leaves wasn't great, but it was the biggest thing you could give me wasn't it?"

"Unfortunately."

"Well, on the plus side I won't need to expend much energy just sitting there and getting pawed at."

The bitterness running under those words made Castiel turn back around and walk to his sub. The new clothes looked as good on his hunter as he'd hoped that they would and he took a second to admire them before cupping Dean's face and kissing him lightly, keeping himself from deepening it as he knew they needed to leave shortly. His human responded eagerly and seemed the calmer for it when he pulled back.

"I-" Dean laughed. "I can't believe this."

"What?"

"This. You, me, this."

"Do you regret it?" Castiel asked curiously, trying to gauge his human's mood.

"No! God, no. I don't know why as I'd never even thought about doing any of this with a guy, but no. Not even in the slightest and that bothers me even more."

It was as Castiel had suspected earlier then. His hunter was reacting purely on instinct and something about the situation that they found themselves in was allowing that to happen far more easily than it normally would have. He was infinitely grateful for it, not only because it gave him precisely what he'd wanted (no, craved) for so long, but also because he knew with all that he was that this was exactly what his sub needed as well.

"Why?" Castiel inquired, hoping to herd his charge towards the answer that he wanted to give him.

Dean snorted. "I don't know. This is me we're talking about here Cas, I really try not to think about that shit normally."

"So then why does it matter? Why let it bother you at all?"

"I... I don't know."

"Well, if you really must think or worry on it, you'll have plenty of time to do so today."

As he'd known would happen, that made his hunter groan and Castiel smiled. He walked back to the table to gather their garlands, putting his own on before moving back to his human with Dean's. His sub pulled a face as he saw what it was that he held.

"I suppose I don't have a choice?" Dean asked wearily.

"No. But look, it's been personalized today."

"Joy of joys."

Castiel easily ignored the sarcasm, taking his time putting his hunter's garland on, ensuring that it was done exactly right before he stole another quick kiss. He could definitely get used to being able to do that whenever he wanted to, especially if his sub gave in to him so easily every time.

"Cas," Dean said, voice oddly strangled. "If you keep that up then Oberon's going to get even more of a show than he did yesterday."

Oh, Castiel definitely didn't want that and they didn't have enough time for him to drag his human back into bed so instead he took half a step back, admiring the flush his actions had already produced. Dean's eyes looked almost fevered and he made a mental note to toy with orgasm denial later as he definitely enjoyed the look of need on his sub and he suspected that his hunter of all people could probably last for quite a while.

His resolve was nearly undone when Dean licked his lips, but luckily his charge smiled and reached for him before Castiel could throw caution out of the window (or rather ceiling here) and take his sub again anyway.

"You really can't do your own tie, can you?" Dean laughed, tugging at the material before beginning to redo it properly.

The action made Castiel think of the angelic subs who groomed their dominant's wings or, occasionally, took care of their robes and so he allowed it, using the opportunity to just enjoy looking at his hunter. He really could simply spend hours admiring Dean, regardless of what it was that his human did. When Dean was done with his tie, his charge looked at him and froze into place, swallowing thickly before licking his lips, making Castiel want to claim and bite at them. He only just managed to pull away.

"We need to go," Castiel forced out. "We're expected."



The morning banquet was as sumptuous and well attended as the evening one and the food selection nearly as wide though Castiel noticed that there was no meat. Unsure of which of the fruits that his hunter might like, he gave Dean a little from as wide a selection as he thought that he could, though he steered well clear of the few fruits and dishes that he had been told (and which he could sense) were ripe with faerie magic and would trap his human here forever. If Dean wasn't pleased with how wholesome and healthy his breakfast was, his charge did a good job of disguising it. The other advantage of the fruit was that most were quite juicy and so would aid to slake his sub's thirst. And if he particularly enjoyed having Dean's tongue lap the remaining juice from his fingers then that was purely a side benefit.

The fluid ease with which his hunter acted honestly stunned Castiel. Although it only worked to their advantage and made him look particularly good, he knew that wasn't why his human was doing it. Dean simply wouldn't be able to think enough like a slave owner or dom to realize how this behavior would look and even if he somehow did, his charge would only be disgusted by it and quite rightly so too. So, no, this change wasn't the result of some desire to further their act. So why was Dean doing it?

Castiel wasn't entirely sure but when he scanned his hunter, he found that his sub wasn't paying as much attention to his surroundings as he would have thought. Instead Dean almost seemed 'zoned out' he believed the human expression was. It rung a vague bell and he recalled a conversation with a highly embarrassed Sam when he'd asked the younger Winchester brother some question about certain human behaviors that he'd witnessed at what Sam had termed a fetish club. Apparently when certain humans engaged in what Sam had called BDSM but what had seemed more reminiscent of the traditional angelic dom-sub relationships (with some critical differences, of course), the sub went into what was called sub-space. Or they zoned out, responding automatically to their doms. Could that possibly be what was happening here with his charge? If so, why? Was it because of their new relationship or because of the role that Dean had to play combined with his natural submissiveness? Or the fact that it was all happening at once, together?

Given where they were and why they were there, Castiel didn't have the time to think about it properly, needing to keep the vast majority of his focus on Oberon and the negotiations. As it was, he'd already had to expend far too much energy on maintaining a calm face when the faerie king had taken further liberties with Dean. Oberon had used the new outfit as an excuse to examine his hunter once more so he'd been glad for how dark the bruise that he'd left above Dean's necklace had come out. It was a nice little reminder for the fae king that his charge was irrevocably his and Dean was nicely backing that fact up by acting so much better today as if the training that Castiel had given him last night had taken very well.

So well, in fact, that Castiel had noticed envious looks from more than one faerie lord and lady. It was probably better if he didn't mention anything to his human as he was sure that it would only make Dean self-conscious. Well either that or some innate part of his hunter would rebel against invoking those kinds of sentiments in something that he actively hunted.

The negotiations themselves had been as long and tedious as Castiel had feared that they would be and more than once he'd had to ground himself with his sub. Touching Dean had been quite calming and allowed him to remember why it was that he was here and why it was important that he maintain a level head. Politics and negotiations had never been his strong suits. He'd been in a far more physically active garrison, hence the reason that his had been the one chosen to descend into Perdition in search of the Righteous Man. But his sub needed him now to put aside those strengths and focus instead on holding his own with his weaker talents. He was determined not to fail.

The morning was mostly spent with Oberon laying out how it had been a human who had summoned one of them and who had caused the opening of the portal. Castiel had not argued the point, not wanting to admit that he hadn't known the exact circumstances of how this particular situation had come about. Instead he had pressed on the issue of what it was that had been requested and, after much discussion back and forth on the issue, pointed out that the fae who had responded to the summoning had been fairly compensated (Castiel had had to dig his fingers into his hunter's shoulder in warning because of course his human had heard that particular comment) for the deal that had been struck. The problem, as always, lay in the fact that the faeries saw a lack of proper action on the part of the summoner as a free invitation for them to continue hunting for other slaves rather than as sloppy behavior or lack of knowledge.

The lunch banquet had been a welcome break and Castiel had used the setting up thereof as the perfect excuse to step out so that his hunter could use the bathroom and drink before they ate.

"That was several hours already?" Dean questioned, blinking when they entered their room.

"Yes," Castiel replied, concerned. "Are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah, sure, just distracted apparently."

"You appeared to be 'zoned out' for part of the morning."

"I was?" Dean asked before he shrugged, entering the bathroom. "That would explain the lost time."

The phenomenon still concerned Castiel, but his hunter's lack of concern allowed him to push it aside for now. He was also afraid of upsetting the calm acceptance that his human was currently treating his role with, but he was determined to investigate it more later. For now he just poured more of the drink that had been replenished in their absence into a glass so that it was ready for when his charge rejoined him.

"So how are we doing?" Dean asked, accepting the glass with a smile.

"As slowly as I'd warned you that it would be. Sam at least will have been able to keep himself busy because Oberon has confirmed that the portal was opened as the result of a summoning."

"Yeah, that bit I heard."

Castiel sighed at the hint of recrimination in his charge's voice. "I do not believe what I told Oberon, but saying so would serve only to antagonize him and then we won't be able to move past that point to actually discussing the closing of the portal and seeing to Sandy Kendal's release."

"Is that for this afternoon?"

"The start of it will be, though I doubt that we'll come to a resolution today."

"Awesome."

This time Castiel was in absolutely no doubt that his hunter was being sarcastic and didn't really mean that literally.



"I believe that I heard you tell King Oberon that you were going to get some more training in for your slave last night," the faerie lady beside Castiel said as they watched a large pig like animal that had been roasted over a fire be brought into the room. "How did that go?"

"Very well," Castiel replied with a genuine satisfied smile as he thought back to the events of the previous evening and the first taking of his sub.

Both the faerie lady's and his own eyes had drifted down to his human who'd obviously been paying more attention during the afternoon session of the negotiations and had adopted the slightly looser but more intimate posture of Oberon's two slaves of the day. At the moment Dean was sprawled on the pillow with his chin resting on one of Castiel's ankles, one arm wrapped around the other ankle. Again it wasn't done intentionally, but it was the perfect reaction for a new slave in training to do. It would show a growing acceptance of his new role to the fae while also still showing a certain reluctance at the same time. Oberon's male slave for instance, had been draped more far intimately against the faerie king, showing both a willingness and acceptance of the fact that Oberon would want a blowjob at any point.

"He is gorgeous," the fae lady continued, licking her lips before looking up at him. "If you wish him trained in how to pleasure women, I'd be more than happy to assist you."

The sudden tightening of his charge's fingers on his ankle told Castiel that his sub was listening to every word even as Dean watched the progress of the roast pig across the room.

"Thank you for your generous offer, but I believe he is already quite skilled in that particular art," Castiel responded as politely as he could despite the jealous possessiveness that rushed through him at the mere thought, which wasn't helped by his sub's own reaction to the mere idea. "He was quite popular among human females."

The faerie lady pouted excessively. "I can well imagine that. Do let me know if you change your mind."

Castiel was saved from replying by the fae servants who stepped forwards to unveil the evening's dishes by removing the serving platter lids. Knowing what his hunter wanted most, he requested some of the roasted pig before scanning the remaining dishes with a critical eye. At the far end of the table there was more of the pie from the previous night, but first he would take some of the vegetables, ensuring that his human had something healthy before he started with the dessert. It would disappoint his charge who'd already straightened beside him, but he could always claim later that he was merely keeping up appearances if Dean complained. After all, feeding one's slave too much pie would be seen as a reward for particularly good behavior, something which his hunter wouldn't have earned yet given his training status. Not that he thought that his sub would complain too much if he interspersed the vegetables with the meat.

"Tell me, Lord Castiel," Oberon said, clearly having heard the earlier conversation. "How much longer do you think his training will take?"

Castiel made a show of pausing to think, watching his hunter as he held out a rather succulent vegetable. "If he keeps responding as well as he has been lately, not very long at all."

"If?" the fae lady questioned.

"He was rather resistant at first, being very spirited and feisty," Castiel explained.

"It has been my experience that those make the most responsive slaves in bed if broken in properly," Oberon commented.

"Dean is no exception to that rule."

Eating the last bite of meat himself, Castiel moved on to the pie, taking a few bites before breaking off a piece to offer to his hunter.

"Your slave has become the talk of the court, Lord Castiel," a faerie lord from further down the table stated. "Could we have a better look at him?"

Not able to think of a good enough reason to refuse, especially since a request like this was actually the epitome of the perfect compliment, Castiel motioned for his hunter to rise. Dean rose gracefully and dutifully turned in a slow circle when dictated to, though it did cause a muscle in his charge's jaw to jump. Preempting the next request, he ordered his sub to remove his shirt before he wrapped an arm around Dean's waist and pulled him into his lap.

His hunter yelped slightly in surprise before biting his lip and ducking his head. Castiel chuckled, running a possessive hand over his human's chest and side before turning Dean's head for a dominating kiss, making his sub moan beautifully for the whole table to hear. The subtle way his hunter shifted on his lap told him that Dean had noticed his growing erection pressing against him.

Their little display had made most of the fae nobility present pull their own human slaves a little closer and Castiel was quite sure that it was a key factor behind the earlier departure of some of them from the previous evening.

For his own part, Castiel found it torturous passing the time until he could reasonably escape. When he'd finally been able to do so, the walk to their room seemed to take forever, especially with his sub's desire pulsing eagerly behind him. Upon entering their room, he headed straight for the bed and once he was seated upon it and had his legs spread, Dean sank to his knees surprisingly easily. He would have expected at least some token protest from his hunter, a remnant of the macho persona that his charge projected so well to the world that even he had been deceived by it at first, thinking that the actions of Dean's soul on their way out of Perdition had been the direct result of the horrors that his human had experienced rather than being such crucial and essential parts of his very being. A brief skim of Dean's thoughts, though, revealed that his sub didn't necessarily view this as a submissive act.

The logic was bizarre and Castiel had to dip a little deeper in order to realize that giving a blowjob was often done by both the dominant and submissive in such human relationships that explored the realm of power play. It was an unusual thought, but one that intrigued Castiel. As a switch instead of a complete dominant, the idea of orally pleasing a partner was not something that he rejected, even if he would not otherwise have thought to perform it on his submissive. He could adjust, though, compromising on this human idea of sex and he had to admit that the thought of driving Dean wild like that was actually quite attractive.

So long as he was still the one in control.

Strangely enough, Dean didn't say anything as his human reached for the fastenings of his pants. Castiel reached out and cupped his hunter's face with one hand, letting his thumb run over Dean's soft lips, picturing what they would look like stretched wide around his cock. His sub's eyes slid shut even as Dean opened his mouth, wrapping his lips around Castiel's thumb. He made an approving little noise at the back of his throat as his own eyes dropped to half-mast, watching his finger disappear into his human's mouth. He hardened even further as Dean's tongue came up to caress his thumb with promises of what was to come.

With his garland knocked askew, Dean almost looked like the vision of the naughty angel that Castiel had seen advertised on the front page of a porn magazine that his hunter had picked up somewhere. Humans and their myriad of strange ideas about angels; halos indeed. With his free hand, he removed Dean's garland and threw it aside onto the table with the flowers so that he could run his fingers through his charge's hair, using it as leverage to pull Dean closer. Obediently, his hunter released his thumb and leaned the rest of the way forward necessary to run his tongue along Castiel's hard length. He moaned, letting his eyes close completely. There was a momentary pause during which he felt a brief flash of uncertainty and doubt from Dean before it was swamped by determination.

Castiel cherished the brief reminder that this was not something which Dean had ever done before, but then his cock was engulfed in wet heat and the thought nearly fled. Nearly. Despite the glorious stimulation, the knowledge that he was the first, the first one to take Dean like this, sang triumphant through his veins and he just basked in it for a few moments while letting his human adjust. Then, when he felt that his charge was ready, he reached out with his Grace and traced, feather light touches along the sensitive skin of his hunter's inner thighs. Dean moaned, legs sliding further apart on instinct even as his human bucked forwards, attempting to chase the touch.

The vibrations of the moan had felt sublime and Castiel threw his head back, fingers digging carefully into his hunter's scalp and he pulled Dean closer, starting to move gently back and forth. That produced another moan from his sub and he picked up the soft Grace touches again as he slowly started increasing the depth of his thrusts, reaching out to suppress Dean's gag reflex when he felt it start to kick in. The action startled Dean for a moment, but soon his sub was back to running his tongue along Castiel's length, stopping only to suck and his hunter had to be drawing on all of the times that women had done this to him as Dean was doing everything right.

Since Castiel was completely focused on Dean, he felt it the moment that his charge reached his peak and he reached out to tighten his Grace along the base of his sub's cock. Dean moaned, jerking out of the rolling motion that his human's hips had fallen into. The vibrations felt delicious, but he was nowhere near ready to come yet himself.

"Not until I've come," Castiel stated, opening his eyes to look at his sub.

There was a flash of heat in Dean's eyes and Castiel thrust a little harder than he'd intended to, sheathing himself completely in the moist, wet heat of his human's mouth. Dean swallowed reflexively around his cock and he moaned, eyes dropping closed once more. There, that was precisely it! That was just what he needed and he picked up the pace, thrusting faster into his sub's willing mouth, keeping a careful ear open to his hunter's soul. Instead of resisting, though, Dean's entire being melted into his dominance, taking him as deeply down his throat as his sub could, licking, sucking and swallowing around him even as Dean's hips thrust desperately against his Grace hold.

The sheer pleasure was rapidly driving his sub senseless and Castiel reveled in the knowledge, basking in the emotions as they rolled off of Dean. They drove him ever higher himself and he could begin to feel the start of his own orgasm growing deep within him. Not wanting to miss the sight, he forced his eyes open and looked down at his sub. He moaned once more at the sight of his cock, slick and glistening, vanishing over and over again into Dean's mouth and down his throat, those plump, gorgeous lips stretched wide around it whenever he bottomed out.

The sight was the final push that Castiel needed and he tightened his fingers in Dean's hair, pulling his human as close as possible and erupting down his throat, once more claiming his sub. As he did so, he released his Grace hold on Dean's cock and he felt the vibrations of a cry rub against his pulsing cock as his human came into his pants, going boneless against him. The action caused Dean to sag against his thigh, but he allowed it as it meant that the last of his seed shot out into his hunter's mouth instead of down his throat, letting his sub taste him before his lax cock finally slipped from Dean's mouth, leaving a small streak of cum on his face.

Castiel leaned against the ornately carved bedpost as he enjoyed the bliss coursing through him while his sub recovered against his thigh, a dazed look on Dean's face. That it was one of the most pleasurable experiences of his hunter's life he could easily tell and he couldn't help but wonder just how exquisite Dean would feel once his human finally released the last vestiges of his human sexual ideas and misguided beliefs on masculinity and embraced his own submissiveness entirely. It would take some time, but he was more than willing to be patient and wait as he knew it would be a beautiful sight to behold.

Dean's daze as his human mind tried to recover from the sheer pleasure allowed Castiel the unimpeded pleasure of just staring at his sub, drinking in the sight of him and what a sight it was to behold. His hunter really did look exquisite in the fae slave clothing, especially now with the dark stain of Dean's release marring the front of his pants and the wild disarray of his hair where Castiel's own fingers had held him earlier, guiding his sub to his own release. The streak of cum completed the picture and he couldn't think of a more perfect image of a claimed submissive kneeling at his dominant's feet. Well, at least not of a dressed one.

The thought of a similarly taken Dean lying naked on rumpled sheets with his hole stretched and stained caused another stir of longing deep within Castiel and his cock twitched. That seemed to finally catch his hunter's attention and those green eyes flew open, looking up at his face.

"Cas?" Dean asked, voice hoarse, making Castiel's cock twitch again as arousal began to flood through him.

His human ran a hand over his face, startling when Dean's fingers found the trace of his seed. Castiel reached down, closing his own fingers over his sub's wrist and guiding the stained finger's to Dean's mouth. His hunter's breath hitched before he obligingly licked his cum from them, Dean's eyes never leaving his. With a growl, Castiel released his charge's hand and instead pulled Dean up to him, taking his lips in a hungry kiss.

"Fuck," Dean said when Castiel released him, green eyes wide and darkening rapidly with arousal.

Instead of replying, Castiel applied his superior strength to manhandle his sub around and onto the bed, vanishing both of their clothes with a thought.

"Oh shit, Cas!" Dean cried out.

Castiel lowered himself onto his hunter, claiming another bruising kiss, running his hands and Grace over every inch of his submissive. Slowly, oh so slowly, he started to feel Dean react against him, his human taking far longer than him to recover, not that his charge seemed to mind, writhing beneath him and making all kinds of enticing little sounds, most of them incoherent though the occasional occurrence of his name and the words 'more' and 'harder' slipped out as well. Knowing that he wouldn't last as long so quickly after the last time, Castiel flipped Dean over and cheated, using his Grace to prepare his hunter for him. Dean howled at that, clawing at the sheets beneath him, but pushing back against him at the same time.

A quick shift had them both on their sides and Castiel held his sub's hips still as he pushed in, slowly but sheathing himself fully in one go.

"God, Cas!" Dean mewled, reaching back to grasp his hip.

"Want me to stop?" Castiel asked, voice low and rough as he whispered directly into his sub's bejeweled ear.

"No! No, never!"

The words were accompanied by a cry as Castiel pulled out nearly all the way before snapping his hips forward once more, hitting Dean's prostate dead on.

"Cas!"

With one hand, Castiel held his sub's hips as he set a hard and fast pace, wringing all manner of delicious sounds from his hunter, while with his other one he reached around to grasp Dean's newly awakened erection. They were both moaning continuously now and his human threw his head back and when Castiel loosened his grip on Dean's hip slightly, his sub snapped it first back to meet his cock as he drove it into Dean once more, before his hunter's hips snapped forward into the hand he had on Dean's cock. Back and forth until his charge's rhythm started to falter just before Dean came. The clenching of the already tight muscles all around his cock was the final push that Castiel needed and he came with a shout, emptying himself deep inside his sub.



Part 4