Your Dark Promise

Chapter 6

Castiel's p.o.v

Castiel gave instructions to his men to monitor Dean in his bedroom, feed him, bathe him, and nothing more. Don't engage him or touch him. Satisfied with his instructions, he took the elevator down to the ground floor to his business. Each of the Novak children ran a different portion of the Novak business, Castiel being saddled with the skin trade. Basically he ran a whorehouse. He catered to every desire, well legal desire. As legal as a whorehouse could be at least. Cas prided himself though on everyone being here on their own volition. Sure some might have been strong armed into it to pay off debts owed to his family but majority speaking everyone was here as they wanted to be. He paid his workers well and made sure they stayed healthy.

He passed by the front desk, checking the log of the guests that have checked in for the day, noticing a few familiar names. He headed to the basement level where the more extreme tastes were met. He went to a few rooms of his workers pulling his top five and giving them instructions for later. Cas was fairly confident in his looks, and he had it on good authority that Dean either was gay or he was at least bi. So while he thought if this were the case he obviously couldn't be the problem, he'd get to the bottom of it tonight.

His chosen five would meet them in the penthouse house tonight, one gorgeous female with long dark hair and a body to kill for, one man with rippling muscles and defined abs, a small trans male, an attractive trans female, and then his favorite gender fluid worker. Dean would have to react to one of them. And Cas wasn't above using a third person consistently to get what he wanted.

As he was walking through the halls checking in on certain clients he spotted a familiar tall frame headed quickly for him. "Samuel Winchester, to what do I owe this surprise visit?" He glared at his men behind him peeved he didn't get a heads up about this.

"You know damn well why I'm here. I want my brother, now." The tall man said advancing on him.

Cas glanced to his right hand, Benny who seemed to appear out of no where with a tazer, hitting Samuel in the back with it. Samuel jerked before falling to the plush red carpet. Cas strolled over to him as Benny dropped his knees to the man's chest holding him in place. "Now Samuel, you didn't really think this was a good idea did you?"

Sam glared up to him. "Just...just take out our dad. Do what you want to him, but let Dean go." He breathed out the fight leaving him.

Cas bent at the waist smiling at the younger Winchester. "Oh your father will be taken down Samuel don't worry about that. But I'm going to get use out of Dean. Make sure no one will step in his place since we both no you won't will you?" Sam just glared at the man, looking at the rest of his men filling the hallway, "Get him out of here." Four men grabbed onto Samuel and carried him out the building.

Benny stood dusting off his pants, "Sorry about that boss, won't happen again." He said his Louisiana twang still thick even after all his time in the city.

Cas looked him over, "Benny, we've been through a lot, yeah?" Benny earnestly nodded his head to this. "I know you used to work for the Styne's, but since everything that happened, well happened. You've not ever gone back to them have you? To Jacob?"

Benny have him an odd look, "No, Cas, I wouldn't do that to you. Fuck that guy and his whole fucked up family."

Cas looked him over for a moment before nodding. If it wasn't for Benny he wouldn't have ever made it out alive from Jacob's home. He wouldn't do anything to betray him. He pulled keys from his pocket, "Seems like someone is a rat and has spilled secrets about my little pet." He handed the keys to Benny. "From now on you'll split your time between me and Dean. I don't trust anyone more than you. Make sure he's ready for me later." Benny nodded going to turn but Cas grabbed his suit jacket. "Don't be too nice to him, but don't lay hands on him either." Benny nodded turning again to leave.

Dean's p.o.v

Dean was standing next to the bed stretching his back and legs out. He had no clue how Castiel thought he was going to fix his problem but he dreaded it for sure.

He heard the locks on the door click and turn as a man he only recognized from the table at his father's house the night Castiel essentially bought him. He said nothing to him as he walked in with a tray of food setting it on the bed. He looked to Dean, "Mister Novak says to eat."

Dean startled to his accent, "Where are you from?" He asked curiously.

"Uh, Louisiana?" Benny said confused.

Dean started to tap his fingers together, "Ok. You can leave. I can feed myself." He said with a hard edge to his voice.

Benny looked the guy over confused. He looked to the plate and the steak knife there for his meat. He grabbed this, "Since you want privacy, tear your meat up like some animal then." And he turned for the door locking it again.

Dean continued tapping his fingers until he felt better. He sat next to the plate, picking up the seasoned chicken and tearing into it with his teeth chewing thoughtfully on it. Why was that guy working for Castiel Novak? There was so much he didn't know about the man, or his family, where they came from, or how they got so established so quickly in his short absence.

An hour later with his full plate consumed the man with the southern accent was back. He approached Dean reaching for his leash, Dean backing away from him, Benny still looking him over with an odd glance. He untied him from the bed and pointed towards the bathroom door on the other side of the room. "I'm not gonna make you crawl, but act right, and you'll be treated right by me. Novak wants you clean, so go shower, I'm having a fresh pair of boxers sent up."

Dean side stepped around the man and made his way for the bathroom but paused as the man followed him. "Been showering on my own since I was seven. I think I know what I'm doing, thanks." He shot to the man behind him.

Benny shrugged, "Gotta keep my eyes on you at all times."

Dean gritted his teeth and continued tapping his fingers. "Great." He said as he continued on his route. In the massive marble tiled bathroom he peeled off his socks and stripped from his boxers as he waited for the water to warm. Of course he got no privacy with the shower having a glass door. So he did his best to face the spray and relaxed in the steaming water. He grabbed some shampoo and lathered his hair washing this out before rubbing the soap over his body cleaning up the dried mess Castiel left on him the night before .

He stepped out and dried himself to the man's watchful eyes. He held up underwear that were definitely not boxers but instead a tight pair of briefs. So tight they'd show everything he had clearly below his waist. "I thought you said I was getting boxers." He said in an even voice.

"Guess boss had different plans." He said shrugging still holding the underwear out to Dean.

Dean grabbed them and slid them up his hips, his bulge pronounced in the material. He felt even more exposed in these. He wiped the water from under his collar as Benny attached the leash back to him, leading him to a sink and handing him a fresh toothbrush.

Dean took it and scrubbed at his teeth, spitting the paste into the sink and rinsing. He glared at himself in the mirror, heaving a sigh. So far, things weren't so bad. He could do this. He glanced down at the razor on the counter. If they took a turn, he could always figure a way out. The guard behind him cleared his throat, and he turned, the leash held loosely in his hands as he lead him back to the bedroom. Benny glanced at his watch. "Lounge around for a bit. I'll be back in an hour to place you how boss wants you." He looked Dean over, "Relax while you can. Big night ahead of you." The man secured his leash to the corner of the bed frame and turned and left.

Dean had no idea what that meant, but he didn't like it.