Fic: Prisoner of Love (19/?)
MASTERPOST / AO3
Chapter Summary: Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat
A/N: To you bravest souls who reviewed the last chapter: darkphoenix2345, aLoggedInReader, drreggie, darkrose_9, cider_jelly, Ariel and you unnamed guest, this one (albeit short) is for you.
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Dean watched as Cas rolled onto his back. The sky gradually brightened and soon the first alarm of the day would blare, wrenching prisoners from their peaceful slumber. Cas tilted his head a little to the side, his breathing warm and heavy. The early morning light allowed Dean to observe his lover's serene countenance. There were creases on his left cheek, a result of resting his head too long on Dean's crumpled shirt. His eyelids were puffy. His hair disheveled.
Dean quietly climbed down the ladder to fetch a small towel, soaked it with cold tap water and wrung it out. When he climbed back up, he folded the damp cloth neatly and placed it over Castiel's swollen eyes. Cas stirred at the touch, but did not wake.
"Sleepyhead" Dean chuckled to himself. He leaned on one elbow, a position he found himself in a lot lately. It was a perfect angle to keep his gaze on the man next to him. Dean placed a hand on Castiel's chest, letting himself enjoy the small rise and fall as it heaved. He pressed his hand a little more tightly, when Cas jolted awake due to the blast of the alarm.
Castiel fumbled with the mysterious piece of clothing on his face, pushing it away as if the fabric alone could poison him. When his eyes met with Dean's amused smile, Cas' body relaxed. He wriggled over to bury his face on Dean's shoulder.
"Morning, babe," Dean greeted softly. He let his head drop on the pillow so he could slide one arm under Cas and hold him close. Dean buried his nose on Cas' hair; his greeting was returned with a drowsy hum.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," came Castiel's muffled reply. He confessed his love to Dean on the same day he had learned of Anna's death. Honestly, he had no idea how to feel about it.
Dean couldn't blame him. Cas had lost his sister and sought comfort in Dean's touch, which Dean was more than happy to oblige. What surprised Dean, however, was Cas' little 'I love you.' Cas loved him. Dean hid his smile behind Cas' head; his cheeks flushed red. He still couldn't believe what he had heard. He felt like shouting it out at the top of his lungs for the whole world to hear.
Cas drew his head back. His eyes narrowed when he noticed Dean's beaming grin. "How are you?" he asked, the account of last night coming to his mind. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Far from it," Dean cheekily replied. His heart swelled as he felt the tingling burn that still lingered in his rear. "Granted, I'm a little sore. I haven't done that in quite a long time," he added truthfully. When he noticed the worried look on Cas' face, Dean quickly elaborated, "But it's a good sore. The kind of sore I wouldn't mind feeling again and again."
Cas ducked to hide his ruddy face on Dean's chest, eliciting from Dean a hearty laugh. His cheeks were aflame as he recalled, in more vivid images now, what Dean had given him. Cas couldn't remember the last time he blacked out as a result of coming so hard. He wished that he, too, could give Dean the pleasure in kind.
"I want to do that for you, too, sometime," Cas mumbled, timidly lifting himself up.
Dean sat up after him, cupping Cas' cheeks in his palms, and gave him a chaste kiss. He knew it was a big step, hearing those words come out of a former victim's mouth. "When you're ready, okay?" Dean promised with a grateful smile.
"Come on. I can't wait for you to meet Sammy!" Dean said cheerily, hopping off the top bunk with finesse.
"Dean, wait," Cas called after him. He leaned down and bended a little over the bed railing when Dean turned back. "Thank you," he said, "For not giving up on me."
Dean, whose temper was well known among inmates and officers alike, had the patience of a saint when it came to treating Castiel. Dean, whose impeccable features alone would drop men and women to their knees, chose to wait on a tainted, damaged Castiel.
A corner of Dean's lips curled into a smile. With one hand, Dean cupped the base of Cas' neck and pulled him close, leaving just a narrow, tempting gap. Cas' lips parted, expectant, as he stared blatantly down at Dean's luscious lips. Dean deliberately wetted them with the tip of his tongue, not missing the hungry look that flickered across Cas' face. Castiel surged forward; the movement threw him off balance. His face landed unceremoniously instead on the crook of Dean's neck. His body hung precariously in the air.
Dean deftly grabbed both sides of Cas' torso and hauled him down. Cas yelped. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, holding on to Dean for dear life until he realized his feet were steady on the floor; his head askew on Dean's shoulder still. It was not a graceful move, but at least he was unscathed, Dean's body a safe landing ground.
Dean dipped his head lower. His lips met with Castiel's, nipping and nudging them until Cas tipped his head back up. Cas carded his fingers through Dean's hair, lightly pulling it. Dean purred, between kisses, in pleased content. His arms glided down and around Cas' waist, drawing their hips close. Their legs carried them around in an attempt to find a solid surface to touch down, Dean's perhaps a little too desirous. Cas' back bumped into the metal ladder, causing him to let out a soft groan.
"Sorry," Dean panted. "Did I hurt you?"
Castiel shook his head, unable to say more. He, too, found himself puffing. Their limbs remained tangled around one another.
Dean closed his eyes, resting his forehead on Cas'. "I love you," he breathed. Of course Dean would never give up on him; not for anything or anyone else in the world. He loved Cas too much.
"I love you, too," Castiel replied with a giddy smile, surprised to find he liked the taste of those words on his tongue.
"WINCHESTER!"
Both of them jumped at the shout of Dean's name. Officer Britton stood at their cell gate, undaunted by Dean's unwelcoming scowl. "The warden asked to see you," he said coolly.
"What? Now?" Dean barked. He moved to stand up straight, subtly shielding Cas behind his back.
"What do you think?" The prison guard retorted with a smirk, flashing a pair of handcuffs in his fingers.
"But I'd miss my breakfast!" Dean wailed just because he could.
Britton was not amused, which was kind of Dean's point. "If you don't want to miss lunch and dinner, too, I suggest you move your ass out here, and fast!" he snapped.
Dean whirled around to peck Cas on his cheek, the side that nobody could see, and whispered in his ear, "Go with Gabriel."
Cas absently nodded as he watched the officer cuff Dean and lead him away. "Gabe!" he heard Dean bellow. His voice echoed across the five floors of the building. "Get your ass down here!"
"Aye!" the other inmate hollered back.
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"So, how's our happy camper?" The toad-like warden chirped when Dean was brought in. His high-back chair creaked while he turned it around, hands folded neatly on his lap.
"What do you want?" Dean scowled, yanking with annoyance at the uncomfortable cuffs and chains.
"Oh, I want a lot of things, Dean," Crowley cooed in a cold, heartless voice. "One of them is your slow, tortured death."
"Bite me."
"Thanks, but no, thanks." Making a face, the man in a crisp suit rose to his feet. "How about we make a deal?"
Dean did not reply. He kept his chin up and stared right back at the authority figure in front of him. Crowley rolled his eyes, shoved his hands into his pants pockets and rounded the desk to face Dean.
"Okay, let's rewind the tape, shall we?" he stated. "You threatened to kill my officers. I had you transferred to a Supermax prison. Someone nullified my order. I moved your cellmate. Someone moved him back in. You see how this is making me look, Dean?"
"Like a loser," Dean supplied unnecessarily.
"This can't go on," Crowley continued, pointedly ignoring Dean's comment. "See, tit-for-tat doesn't get me anywhere. So, here I present to you my peace offering. You get to keep your pet at night. I require his service as my personal assistant during work hours."
Dean gawked. "But you already have a PA!"
The warden snorted. He reached back over the desk and pressed a button on his phone.
"Sir?" The voice of his secretary issued from the speaker.
"Susan," Crowley spoke into it. "You're fired."
Dean could catch only a brief squawk before the line was cut. That son of a bitch just sacked his personal assistant so he could give the post to Cas. Dean was livid. "Why are you doing this?" he hissed.
"You know the saying," Crowley replied with a shrug. "Keep your enemy close. Keep your enemy's boyfriend closer."
"You can't have him!" Dean bawled, his nostrils flaring with anger.
"Did I mislead you into thinking that this is negotiable? Because it's not," Crowley sneered. "I promise to keep him unharmed so long as you keep your nose out of my business, Dean. Cross that line and I'll never know what kind of personal assistance I'll be needing from angel-face." The extra emphasis didn't go unnoticed. "Lucifer did say he quite enjoyed that fine piece of ass. I might see for myself if it lived up to its reputation."
"You sick bastard!" Dean growled, lurching forward, but was held back by his chains and two prison guards at his sides. This could not be happening, not again. Cas must not be used as his leverage.
"You never learn, do you?" Crowley taunted now that the prisoner was secured, his breath clammy on Dean's face. "It's this kind of attitude that will get Castiel hurt. Oh and I'm dying to hurt him," he gloated with a greedy leer. "Test me, why don't you?"
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A/N: So I decided to cut this part into smaller chapters, instead of doing a long-ass one that takes forever to update. Bear with me, folks. The end is nigh. Thank you for reading.
Chapter Summary: Eat, Sleep, Rave, Repeat
A/N: To you bravest souls who reviewed the last chapter: darkphoenix2345, aLoggedInReader, drreggie, darkrose_9, cider_jelly, Ariel and you unnamed guest, this one (albeit short) is for you.
~:~:~
Dean watched as Cas rolled onto his back. The sky gradually brightened and soon the first alarm of the day would blare, wrenching prisoners from their peaceful slumber. Cas tilted his head a little to the side, his breathing warm and heavy. The early morning light allowed Dean to observe his lover's serene countenance. There were creases on his left cheek, a result of resting his head too long on Dean's crumpled shirt. His eyelids were puffy. His hair disheveled.
Dean quietly climbed down the ladder to fetch a small towel, soaked it with cold tap water and wrung it out. When he climbed back up, he folded the damp cloth neatly and placed it over Castiel's swollen eyes. Cas stirred at the touch, but did not wake.
"Sleepyhead" Dean chuckled to himself. He leaned on one elbow, a position he found himself in a lot lately. It was a perfect angle to keep his gaze on the man next to him. Dean placed a hand on Castiel's chest, letting himself enjoy the small rise and fall as it heaved. He pressed his hand a little more tightly, when Cas jolted awake due to the blast of the alarm.
Castiel fumbled with the mysterious piece of clothing on his face, pushing it away as if the fabric alone could poison him. When his eyes met with Dean's amused smile, Cas' body relaxed. He wriggled over to bury his face on Dean's shoulder.
"Morning, babe," Dean greeted softly. He let his head drop on the pillow so he could slide one arm under Cas and hold him close. Dean buried his nose on Cas' hair; his greeting was returned with a drowsy hum.
"How are you feeling?" Dean asked.
"I don't know," came Castiel's muffled reply. He confessed his love to Dean on the same day he had learned of Anna's death. Honestly, he had no idea how to feel about it.
Dean couldn't blame him. Cas had lost his sister and sought comfort in Dean's touch, which Dean was more than happy to oblige. What surprised Dean, however, was Cas' little 'I love you.' Cas loved him. Dean hid his smile behind Cas' head; his cheeks flushed red. He still couldn't believe what he had heard. He felt like shouting it out at the top of his lungs for the whole world to hear.
Cas drew his head back. His eyes narrowed when he noticed Dean's beaming grin. "How are you?" he asked, the account of last night coming to his mind. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"Far from it," Dean cheekily replied. His heart swelled as he felt the tingling burn that still lingered in his rear. "Granted, I'm a little sore. I haven't done that in quite a long time," he added truthfully. When he noticed the worried look on Cas' face, Dean quickly elaborated, "But it's a good sore. The kind of sore I wouldn't mind feeling again and again."
Cas ducked to hide his ruddy face on Dean's chest, eliciting from Dean a hearty laugh. His cheeks were aflame as he recalled, in more vivid images now, what Dean had given him. Cas couldn't remember the last time he blacked out as a result of coming so hard. He wished that he, too, could give Dean the pleasure in kind.
"I want to do that for you, too, sometime," Cas mumbled, timidly lifting himself up.
Dean sat up after him, cupping Cas' cheeks in his palms, and gave him a chaste kiss. He knew it was a big step, hearing those words come out of a former victim's mouth. "When you're ready, okay?" Dean promised with a grateful smile.
"Come on. I can't wait for you to meet Sammy!" Dean said cheerily, hopping off the top bunk with finesse.
"Dean, wait," Cas called after him. He leaned down and bended a little over the bed railing when Dean turned back. "Thank you," he said, "For not giving up on me."
Dean, whose temper was well known among inmates and officers alike, had the patience of a saint when it came to treating Castiel. Dean, whose impeccable features alone would drop men and women to their knees, chose to wait on a tainted, damaged Castiel.
A corner of Dean's lips curled into a smile. With one hand, Dean cupped the base of Cas' neck and pulled him close, leaving just a narrow, tempting gap. Cas' lips parted, expectant, as he stared blatantly down at Dean's luscious lips. Dean deliberately wetted them with the tip of his tongue, not missing the hungry look that flickered across Cas' face. Castiel surged forward; the movement threw him off balance. His face landed unceremoniously instead on the crook of Dean's neck. His body hung precariously in the air.
Dean deftly grabbed both sides of Cas' torso and hauled him down. Cas yelped. His heart thumped wildly in his chest, holding on to Dean for dear life until he realized his feet were steady on the floor; his head askew on Dean's shoulder still. It was not a graceful move, but at least he was unscathed, Dean's body a safe landing ground.
Dean dipped his head lower. His lips met with Castiel's, nipping and nudging them until Cas tipped his head back up. Cas carded his fingers through Dean's hair, lightly pulling it. Dean purred, between kisses, in pleased content. His arms glided down and around Cas' waist, drawing their hips close. Their legs carried them around in an attempt to find a solid surface to touch down, Dean's perhaps a little too desirous. Cas' back bumped into the metal ladder, causing him to let out a soft groan.
"Sorry," Dean panted. "Did I hurt you?"
Castiel shook his head, unable to say more. He, too, found himself puffing. Their limbs remained tangled around one another.
Dean closed his eyes, resting his forehead on Cas'. "I love you," he breathed. Of course Dean would never give up on him; not for anything or anyone else in the world. He loved Cas too much.
"I love you, too," Castiel replied with a giddy smile, surprised to find he liked the taste of those words on his tongue.
"WINCHESTER!"
Both of them jumped at the shout of Dean's name. Officer Britton stood at their cell gate, undaunted by Dean's unwelcoming scowl. "The warden asked to see you," he said coolly.
"What? Now?" Dean barked. He moved to stand up straight, subtly shielding Cas behind his back.
"What do you think?" The prison guard retorted with a smirk, flashing a pair of handcuffs in his fingers.
"But I'd miss my breakfast!" Dean wailed just because he could.
Britton was not amused, which was kind of Dean's point. "If you don't want to miss lunch and dinner, too, I suggest you move your ass out here, and fast!" he snapped.
Dean whirled around to peck Cas on his cheek, the side that nobody could see, and whispered in his ear, "Go with Gabriel."
Cas absently nodded as he watched the officer cuff Dean and lead him away. "Gabe!" he heard Dean bellow. His voice echoed across the five floors of the building. "Get your ass down here!"
"Aye!" the other inmate hollered back.
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"So, how's our happy camper?" The toad-like warden chirped when Dean was brought in. His high-back chair creaked while he turned it around, hands folded neatly on his lap.
"What do you want?" Dean scowled, yanking with annoyance at the uncomfortable cuffs and chains.
"Oh, I want a lot of things, Dean," Crowley cooed in a cold, heartless voice. "One of them is your slow, tortured death."
"Bite me."
"Thanks, but no, thanks." Making a face, the man in a crisp suit rose to his feet. "How about we make a deal?"
Dean did not reply. He kept his chin up and stared right back at the authority figure in front of him. Crowley rolled his eyes, shoved his hands into his pants pockets and rounded the desk to face Dean.
"Okay, let's rewind the tape, shall we?" he stated. "You threatened to kill my officers. I had you transferred to a Supermax prison. Someone nullified my order. I moved your cellmate. Someone moved him back in. You see how this is making me look, Dean?"
"Like a loser," Dean supplied unnecessarily.
"This can't go on," Crowley continued, pointedly ignoring Dean's comment. "See, tit-for-tat doesn't get me anywhere. So, here I present to you my peace offering. You get to keep your pet at night. I require his service as my personal assistant during work hours."
Dean gawked. "But you already have a PA!"
The warden snorted. He reached back over the desk and pressed a button on his phone.
"Sir?" The voice of his secretary issued from the speaker.
"Susan," Crowley spoke into it. "You're fired."
Dean could catch only a brief squawk before the line was cut. That son of a bitch just sacked his personal assistant so he could give the post to Cas. Dean was livid. "Why are you doing this?" he hissed.
"You know the saying," Crowley replied with a shrug. "Keep your enemy close. Keep your enemy's boyfriend closer."
"You can't have him!" Dean bawled, his nostrils flaring with anger.
"Did I mislead you into thinking that this is negotiable? Because it's not," Crowley sneered. "I promise to keep him unharmed so long as you keep your nose out of my business, Dean. Cross that line and I'll never know what kind of personal assistance I'll be needing from angel-face." The extra emphasis didn't go unnoticed. "Lucifer did say he quite enjoyed that fine piece of ass. I might see for myself if it lived up to its reputation."
"You sick bastard!" Dean growled, lurching forward, but was held back by his chains and two prison guards at his sides. This could not be happening, not again. Cas must not be used as his leverage.
"You never learn, do you?" Crowley taunted now that the prisoner was secured, his breath clammy on Dean's face. "It's this kind of attitude that will get Castiel hurt. Oh and I'm dying to hurt him," he gloated with a greedy leer. "Test me, why don't you?"
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A/N: So I decided to cut this part into smaller chapters, instead of doing a long-ass one that takes forever to update. Bear with me, folks. The end is nigh. Thank you for reading.