Title: From Hell With Love

Author: Dire Banshee

Pairing: Dean/Castiel, implied Dean/Alastair

Genre: AU after Season 3, you just need to know who Alastair and Castiel are

Rating: NC-17

Word Count: 3,237

Warnings: could be considered dub-con with mentions of past, accidental orgasm denial?, Brainwashed!Sex-slave!Dean, I'm not really sure but not as dark as it could be, promise

Disclaimer: Yes, I, Eric Kripke, have nothing better to do with my time than write fanfic of my own show. Pffft, I wish! Not mine :(

Summary: Prompt from the spnkink_meme. AU Dean is given as a gift to Castiel during heaven-hell peace talks. (preferably set after s3), Alistair didn't just torture Dean, he trained him to be a perfect slave up to the point where it's torture for him to be without sex for more than a few hours. Castiel ends up using his new pet who desperately needs sex. At first Cas doesn't know what to do, but he ends up trying to satisfy Dean's needs to keep him from suffering.

Alastair absently ran his fingers through his pets' short hair, listening with half an ear as his Lord Lucifer negotiated with his former brother, Michael.

It had all gone off without a hitch. Dean Winchester had finally broken, picking up a blade and opening the first lock on Lucifer's cage, and all the pieces had fallen into place. Lilith's pet witch, Ruby, had led the grieving Sam, who was even now being coddled in Hell, being groomed to take his place at Lucifer's right hand, on his path to freeing the Morningstar. Even Hell's chief torturer had to give the little demon credit, Sam barely even remembered his brother, the reason for starting his crusade in the first place, and Alastair was glad. He had taken quite a shine to Dean's stubborn resilience in those thirty years he'd hung on the rack, was honestly impressed by his creativity after he'd finally fallen under the demon's tutelage, but there was something else, Dean's deep-seated need to please, that had given Alastair his greatest idea to date and led Dean to where he was now. Seated at the demon's feet, head resting on his lap as his hands stroked his master's legs and thighs, trailing higher to caress between his legs and whimpering softly when Alastair pushed his hand away.

Insatiable, was his Dean, but Lucifer had demanded at least a small amount of decorum while they dealt with the Heavenly Host. Alastair chuckled softly to himself, no; it wouldn't do to shock the angels too badly. Not until the right moment at least.

"So, it's settled," Lucifer proclaimed. "Earth is mine, with no interference from Heaven, for the next two thousand years, or until Dad decides to give a crap again."

"Not quite," the archangel said. "Your Chosen resides in Hell, as promised. We have yet to receive ours."

Lucifer smiled amiably. "Of course. Alastair, hand him over."

The demon's head came up from where he'd allowed it to fall when Dean had moved his beautiful mouth to the fastenings of the demon's leathers, and looked to his king.

"My Lord?"

"The Righteous Man belongs to Heaven. He's been your pet for nearly a century below, you can find another."

Alastair clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening in Dean's hair hard enough to draw a moan from the man. Lucifer turned and fixed the demon with the full weight of his stare, reminding him and everyone else gathered that, cast out or not, he was still an archangel.

"Of course, my Lord," Alastair hissed and shoved Dean away, hard enough that the man came to rest up against the legs of the angels flanked beside Michael.

Dean barely spared a glance for the beings above him before he tried to roll away, get back to the demon who'd been his everything for so long but the angels reached down to restrain him. Dean struggled, kicking and clawing and Lucifer raised an eyebrow at Alastair, a silent command.

"You're theirs now, Dean," Alastair snarled, standing. Dean froze, wide confused eyes fixed on Alastair's face until the demon turned and walked away. Lucifer laced his fingers together on top of the table and looked expectantly at his brother; the ball was in his court now, so to speak.

Without breaking eye contact with Lucifer, Michael called over his shoulder, "Castiel."

The angel in question stepped forward and Michael gestured to the Dean.

"He is your charge now," he said. "Whatever he needs you'll provide."

"Of course, Michael," Castiel agreed obediently.

Lucifer barely held in a chuckle as Castiel led Dean away. The little seraph was in way over his head with Alastair's favored pet, he only wished he could be around to see when the shit hit the fan. Lucifer snorted then, he so loved the expressions humans came up with.

Dean followed this new master down corridors of light, nothing at all like the dark, blood spattered pathways of Hell, not knowing what to expect. He didn't know why Alastair had given him away, the demon had seemed so pleased with him only moments before, had spoken of what he'd have Dean do when they returned home. Dean was certain he'd done nothing to anger the demon but if Alastair had cast him away, given him to this new creature, he would do everything in his power to please. Already, the ache was starting deep inside, his body begging to be filled, to wring pleasure from his master with lips and hands and ass, to serve as he was meant to. He could feel a needy whine building up in his throat but Dean swallowed it down until he learned what this new master wanted of him.

Castiel opened the door to the room that had been set aside for the Righteous Man and led the way inside then closed it after Dean had entered. The angel's mind was whirling. Dean Winchester was his very first charge and, the more he thought of it, the more daunting it seemed. Souls that spent any time in Hell were traumatized and Dean had been dead for nearly 16 months Earth time; almost 160 years spent in the Pit, and Castiel worried that there would be nothing human left of the man but he was determined to prove Michael right in choosing him for the task. Squaring his shoulders and drawing his wings tight to his back Castiel turned to offer Dean food and drink, comforts he'd seen many souls in Heaven partake in even though they no longer needed such things, but nearly tripped over the man who was kneeling on the floor at the angel's feet. Dean quickly scrambled out of his way; head ducked down like a dog expecting a blow.

"Sorry," he whispered as he curled on the floor. "So sorry."

Castiel quickly moved to the human's side, going to one knee beside him and laying a gentle hand on his shoulder. Dean flinched at the contact.

"Be at peace, Dean Winchester," Castiel intoned softly. "No harm will come to you here. You are safe."

Dean chanced a glance up as his new master's hand settled on his shoulder. Alastair had always had a kick ready for when he got in the way but there seemed to be no blow coming. The blue eyes of his new master were soft, gentle, things Dean barely remembered but wanted more of. Slowly, trying to read the wants of the creature before him, Dean pressed his cheek to the winged man's upraised knee. When that action was met with only a slight tilt of the head, Dean moved closer, nuzzling his master's thigh, running a hand up his other leg to settle on his hip. Master's hand tightened on his shoulder and Dean closed the last bit of distance to press his mouth between Master's legs, tongue emerging to caress the flesh beneath the soft blue material of his pants.

Eyes widening in shock, Castiel jerked back so quickly he lost his balance and landed on his ass on the floor, wings spread behind him in a futile attempt to maintain his balance. The thought that Dean might want that from him had never crossed the angel's mind. But, he reminded himself, Dean had been in Hell for a very long time, certain… appetites were to be expected and Michael would never give an assignment to an angel he thought unable to carry it out. Castiel knew his brother Uriel, the only one he was close enough to to feel comfortable asking about something like this, would only find the idea offensive even though Dean was special, to be upheld above all other souls in Heaven.

Whatever he needs you'll provide. Michael's voice rang through his memory and Castiel nodded to himself, he would not fail in his first task. Glancing over at Dean, who's green eyes were as wide as Castiel's had been moments ago, the angel wet his lips with the tip of his tongue before lowering his hands to the waist band of his pants. Dean kept his eyes locked on Master's face as he licked his lips before pushing his pants down his legs. He wasn't sure what he'd done wrong that had made Master pull away like that but if he was being offered a second chance he wasn't going to waste it. He slowly crawled to where Master had sprawled himself on the ground and was freeing his legs from the bunched material. Dean was familiar with the position, Alastair had sometimes liked to wallow in the blood and entrails of his victims while Dean pleasured him and the human vowed to do his very best. Master was watching him with wide blue eyes, so unlike the whites and reds, blacks and yellows that dotted the Pit, as Dean placed hands and knees on either side of his legs and lowered his mouth to Master's flesh.

Castiel sucked in a breath as Dean's mouth pressed against his hip, breath hot against his skin, wet tongue darting out to lave the flesh. He looked down at the human as he moved to a new spot, repeating the action, adding a bit of suction this time, and frowned. Dean wished to give him pleasure? He had thought for certain that the human would demand his own satisfaction after being so long amid the tortures of Hell, humans weren't known for their charity after all, but Dean seemed to be full of surprises. Dean's breath fell, hot and moist, over the soft piece of flesh between Castiel's legs and the angel jerked at the sensation, his head falling back. Though there were those of his brother's-in-arms that were mated or shared these pleasures with each other, Castiel never had. He'd never been drawn to another angel in such a way as to want to, but now he felt the stirring he'd only ever heard others speak of, felt the lightening zing through his veins as Dean's mouth closed around him.

Oh! Oh, it was wondrous!

This, too, was familiar, Dean recalled as he licked and sucked at Master's limp cock. Sometimes Alastair would keep his body at this stage for hours, keeping Dean's mouth on him for what felt like eternity until his jaw cramped and his saliva ran dry, promising punishment if he couldn't even do something so simple as give a decent blowjob. A soft whine escaped Dean's throat at the thought, hoping that that wasn't what Master had in mind. Dean drew Master in all the way, until his lips touched the crisp hairs at the base of his shaft and sucked as hard as he could, breathing a sigh of relief as Master cried out, his back arching off the floor, and finally, finally, began to fill. Master soon filled Dean's mouth and he had to pull back as Master's length filled out, long and thick and hard, covered in velvety soft skin, so much better than the spines and barbs that adorned the cocks of some of the demons Alastair had shared Dean with.

Castiel found himself unable to control his body as Dean pulled back and suckled on the head of his erection, his hips jerking involuntarily, wanting to get further into the amazing heat of the human's mouth, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides as his wings and shoulders twitched with each hard suck or swirl of tongue. It was amazing and Castiel couldn't help but give thanks to his Father for bestowing such a gift upon his children. Dean began to bob his head as he sucked, on hand stroking the base of Castiel's shaft, squeezing ever so often, while the other caressed his balls, rolling the sacks between his fingers making the angel sigh and moan beneath him.

It soon occurred to Castiel that he should not be the only one receiving pleasure. This was a gift to be shared and he wished to share it with Dean, he wished to very much. He pushed himself up on one elbow, reaching out his other hand to the human straddling him. Dean pulled off with one final long hard suck before shimmying out of his jeans and settling in the angel's lap so quickly Castiel's wings gave a startled flap. One of Dean's hands was braced against the floor, helping him keep his balance while the other gripped Castiel's erection, holding him steady as the human rose high enough to press the tip against his entrance.

Castiel felt incredible heat and tightness close around him and let his head fall back as a moan tore from his throat. Oh, it got better! Father be praised!

Dean bit his lip as he let his weight slide him down onto Master's cock. It wasn't a smooth journey, too dry flesh catching and sticking with nothing but spit to ease the way, but Dean was used to it, knew just how fast he could go without tearing himself to pieces inside and Master was letting him, only resting his hands on Dean's thighs, not pulling, just holding until Dean's ass was pressed firm against Master's lap. Master was panting; his eyes squeezed tight shut in pleasure as Dean flexed his inner muscles around the cock inside him.

Castiel brought his knees up, bracing his feet against the floor, as his wings wrapped around the human in his lap, burying them both in a cocoon of silvery blue feathers. Dean jolted as they brushed his skin, soft as air, silk and cotton all rolled into one. He closed his teeth in this bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, attempting to hold off his orgasm. He couldn't come until Master said he could. That had been one of the first things Alastair had taught him and it was a lesson he'd learned well. The pain in his lip wasn't enough, especially when Master's hand closed on his own straining length, nearly purple from almost a week of denial. It wasn't the longest he'd gone without coming, but Master's soft touches and the feel of him inside, pressing against that spot that made Dean's blood sing, was too much.

He tasted blood as he braced a hand on Master's knee and roughly jerked his body upwards. He would have regretted the action for the pain it caused to rip through his body except that it had the desired effect, giving Dean back his control with the added bonus of now having enough blood to slick the way for his Master. Even Alastair had complained that, if not for the chafing, he'd be fucking Dean dry every time.

Castiel frowned at the sudden slickness around his shaft but the thought was soon buried as Dean slid down his length, paused once fully seated again then flexed his muscles around Castiel, before gliding upwards again. Castiel groaned, his hand tightening on Dean's erection and beginning to stroke as Dean had done to him earlier with his mouth. He twisted his hand as he pulled up, forming a tight ring with his fingers beneath the leaking head before stroking his thumb over the spot Dean's tongue had caressed on him that had felt so good. He swept his thumb up over the head, across the slit in the tip, then pulled his fist down Dean's length again, spreading the slick fluid over his silken skin. Dean's mouth had fallen open, his breaths coming out as fast pants as he began to move faster over Castiel's length and the angel smiled at the pleasure he was giving the human.

Master had slipped his free arm around Dean's waist, pulling him close enough for his aching dick to leave smears of precome on Master's taut belly, the angle hitting his sweet spot head on with every thrust no matter how Dean moved his hips. Dean's hands fell to Master's shoulders, holding hard enough to bruise as he prayed that Master would cum soon. If he came after Master then maybe the punishment wouldn't be as bad but he had to make Master cum, he just had to!

Heat was gathering low in Castiel's belly, a delicious weight that promised… he didn't even know what. His hips began to jerk up into Dean, harder and faster than the rhythm the human had established but after a few thrusts Dean changed his pace, matching Castiel's urgency, fingers digging into the angel's shoulders as Castiel's hands fell to his hips, holding tight.

Dean felt Master's fingers digging into his hips, heard his breathing hitch and his length swell inside him then, with a choked cry Master was coming in thick hot spurts inside of him. It bathed his insides, finding the tears and abrasions and stinging like crazy but again, it was nothing Dean wasn't used to. And Master had stopped touching his cock, allowing Dean to regain control of himself, to not embarrass Alastair to this new Master. Dean smiled.

Castiel slowly regained his breath, lifting his face from where he'd buried it in the crook of Dean's neck. Dean was smiling and the angel smiled back.

"Thank you, Dean," he said softly.

The human ducked his head, the tips of his ears turning red and Castiel couldn't resist pressing his lips to one of them. He felt Dean shiver as he became aware of the human's still hard and leaking erection pressed between them and realized that Dean had not yet experienced the pleasure that had ripped through Castiel's grace moments before. A situation Castiel intended to remedy immediately.

Dean couldn't hold in the cry that tore from him when Master took him in hand again and began to stroke. He sank his teeth back into his bitten lip, tried to recall his time on the rack, anything to hold off the pleasure spiraling through is veins until Master said he could.

Castiel pressed soft kisses to Dean's neck and collar bones, tongue tentatively sweeping out to taste his skin as the human writhed in his lap. He ran his palm over the steadily leaking head of Dean's shaft, pulling a sob from the man, listened to his breathing catch and stutter, Dean's head thrown back and wetness beginning to leak from the corners of his eyes. Castiel frowned, pressing his face into Dean's nape again, wondering what he was doing wrong.

"Please, Dean," he begged. "What do you need me to do? It's glorious. I want you to feel it, too."

That seemed to be all it took. Dean let out a wail then he was spurting streaks of white all over Castiel's fist and torso, his own belly, as he gasped and shuddered in the angel's arms. Castiel held him through it all until the last aftershocks had left him limp and pliant. He swept a hand over Dean's damp hair and effortlessly stood with the man in his arms, cleaning them both with a thought before gently depositing Dean in his bed and drawing the downy blanket over his nude body.

"Sleep now, Dean," Castiel said.

"Thank you, Master," Dean replied, asleep almost before his head hit the pillow so he didn't see the way Castiel stiffened, his wings snapping open in shock.

Recovering his pants from where they'd been abandoned earlier, Castiel swiftly clothed himself before easing from the room. He needed to speak with Michael. Something terrible had just happened.