50 Shades of Destiel

Part Four

The dining room was huge, the table long enough and with enough chairs to seat around thirty people, the center lined with plants and the walls with portraits and landscape paintings. Cas sat at the end of the table, waiting patiently, dressed in a pair of white boxers and a Metallica tee shirt Dean had handed him.

When they had finished, Dean washed him like he was a child, then gave him the clothes before leading him to the dining room and ordered him to sit before disappearing. Even though the house was very large, Dean must've live alone other than that Simon guy. He must've been a servant or something. Dean didn't seem to care much for wearing clothes walking around his own house.

"Here you are sir." Cas looked over his shoulder to see Simon enter through a door. While the door was cracked open, Cas could see that he had come from a kitchen. Simon was balancing tow plates in one hand as he carried a glass jug filled with orange juice and a tall glass. He sat the two plates in front of Cas then the jug and glass behind the plates. On the smaller plate was a croissant oozing with chocolate and on the bigger plate were two eggs benedicts.

"Why thank you. It looks very good." Cas told him, looking down at the food. There was already a silverware set in front of Castiel. Simon bowed slightly before pouring the orange juice into the glass.

"If you need anything else sir, just holler for me." Simon told him as he bowed, closing his eyes for a few moments. Cas nodded, facing the food as Simon left the room. Castiel sat there in silence, looking around the room. His entire body was still sore. He cut into the eggs benedict and took a large bite, eating half of it with that one bite before downing it with a drink of orange juice.

The door to the side of the room flew open and Dean came in. He was wearing a suit, messing around with his tie.

"Simon! Simon where are you!" he yelled. "You know I can't tie a damn tie!" he shouted, his face red in anger. Castiel jumped up and stepped up to him, taking the tie from Dean's hands.

"Here." he whispered, quickly tying it for Dean as his green eyes watched him. Glancing up and seeing Dean was staring at him, Cas blushed as he slightly smiled, finishing up the tie. "There you go. It's simple." he whispered.  As his eyes met Dean's, he blushed and pulled away.

Dean grabbed Cas' wrist and pulled him close,  smashing his lips against Castiel's. Cas felt himself tense up as Dean kissed him, wrapping one arm around his waist and slipped a hand down the back of Cas' boxers.

"Dean..." Cas muttered, placing his hands on Dean's chest, slightly pushing away. Dean let out a growl and slipped his free hand into Cas' hair, tilting his head back and nibbled at Cas' neck.

"God..." Dean growled, running his hand up Cas' back, digging his filed nails into Cas' back. He took Castiel's bottom lip into his teeth and pulled on Cas' hair. He pushed Cas back so he sat on the edge of the table. Dean's hand trailed to Cas' front, running it down Cas' chest, stopping at Cas' bower line.

"This is still new to me..." Castiel whimpered as Dean nibbled at Cas' neck. With a chuckle, Dean pulled away and stared hungrily into Cas' eyes.

"The pain?" he asked, twirling his finger under Cas' boxers.

"Well... I've never slept with a man..." he whispered. Dean cocked his head to the side and looked over Cas' body, tracing his fingers across Cas' skin, biting Cas' neck then his shoulder.

"Sorry to interrupt sir." The both looked up to see Simon standing in a doorway, completely unphased by the scene in front of him, holding a cordless home phone in one of his hands. "It's Crowley Elder. He says it's urgent." Simon's voice had a hint of annoyance and Castiel could see in Dean's face he was angry.

"Tell him to fuck off." Dean gritted his teeth.  Simon gave Dean a glare before he released Cas and stepped towards Simon. "Do me a favor and take Castiel home. He needs to pack up his things." he ordered, snatching the phone from Simon. He spun around and glared at Cas. "I expect you to be here when I get home." he told him before putting the phone to his ear. "Alright listen here jackass..." Dean began speaking into the phone as he left the room.

"Are you done with your breakfast sir?" Simon asked, turning towards Castiel. When Cas' blue eyes landed on the food he felt sick to his stomach so he nodded. "I've washed your clothing. It is back in Mr. Winchester's bedroom." He cleared the table and disappeared into the kitchen. He reappeared after a few moments. "Here. I am sure you have forgotten the way sir." He held the door open and allowed Cas to walk through self before leading Cas through the house until they returned to the bedroom. It was clean now, the bed made and the floor no longer had clothes or toys on it. His dress shirt and jeans were folded neatly on the bed beside his pair of black socks. "I will leave you be for you to change sir and I will start the car." Simon bowed before leaving the room. Cas sighed, looking over his shoulder at the bathroom door that was cracked open.

The bathtub was drained and the room was cleaned. Castiel stepped in front of the mirror and looked over himself, slipping off the Metallica tee and sat it on the sink. He ran his hands over the hickeys, bruises and bite marks, cocking his head to the side.

"Oh dear..." he muttered, turning around and studying his back over his shoulder, biting his bottom lip.