Your Dark Promise

Chapter 12

Dean's p.o.v

Dean waited in the penthouse for the rest of the evening, happy at least he was allowed to remain in his clothes. Several hours and a meal later, the front door clicked open, and Castiel made his way inside. He looked over Dean still in his clothes and went about gathering himself a glass of dark liquor before standing in front of him.

"Stand up." Castiel said simply.

Dean slowly stood, and as he did, Castiel punched him square in the jaw, making him fall back into the couch. "I said, stand up."

Dean just gave him a look as he went to stand again, Castiel punching him in the same spot again, Dean dropping and catching himself on his knees, looking up at Castiel. His jaw throbbing.

"Again. Stand." Castiel ordered again.

Dean cautiously stood bracing for another punch, but instead, Castiel grabbed his collar, pulling him eye level to him, something he seemed to really enjoy doing. "Now. Why would you try to instigate a fight?" He asked, looking up into Dean's face.

"Because that guy was a dick to your worker. He deserved it." Dean simply stated.

"And what, something happens to you, and I'm not out only 500k but also have nothing to show for it?" Castiel asked back.

Dean just looked down at him, blinking, "What, wouldn't that work out better for you? Wouldn't have to put up with me anymore and can actually take out my dad for his debt."

Castiel smiled up at him as he started to unbutton Dean's shirt. "While the prospect of killing your father does excite me." He said, opening Dean's shirt to him and running his hands over his chest, "I would so miss this body and your little fighting spirit. I dont want to lose out on time with my pet."

Dean blushed to this unsure how to react, so he just stood there as Castiel continued running his hands over him. Castiel grabbed at his collar pulling on it until Dean was kneeled infront of him, he lightly pulled on his hair getting Dean to look up at him, "When you're told how to act, you listen my little pet." He said while carding his fingers through Dean's hair.

Dean nodded to this, not wanting to fight about this more. Castiel unbuttoned his pants, sliding the material down his legs and looking to Dean, "Why don't you apologize then for misbehaving?"

Dean nodded, reaching for Castiel's boxers as he pulled them down letting his cock spring free. He brought his hand to him giving him a few pumps as he started to lick at his head. Castiel smiled as he continued running his hand through Dean's hair. Dean made sure to gather the small amount that had already leaked from Castiel's cock and licked it thoroughly from his fingers. As he brought his mouth down around his length Castiel tightened his grip in his hair guiding his head up and down him. After several deep thrusts into his throat Dean reached his saliva soaked fingers around Castiel and slowly pushed them inside of his ass.

Castiel's eyes went wide as he went to push Dean away from him Dean popping off his dick, but kept his fingers hooked inside of Castiel, "The fuck do you think you're doing?" He asked still pushing at Dean's shoulders.

Dean gave his own smarmy look up to the man, "I don't remember much from the other night. But one thing I do remember is how much quicker and easier you cum with something inside of you."

Castiel glared down at him as the guards around them tried to act like they weren't witnessing this. He successfully pushed Dean off of him and pulled his pants back up glaring down at him. "Why is he still in clothes? And not tied up somewhere?"

Benny came forward as Dean stripped down to his underwear not waiting for the man to do it for him. A new metal linked leash attached to him as he was dragged off to the bedroom. A small smile on his face since he was able to ruffle the confidence of Castiel at least a small bit.

Castiel's p.o.v

Cas ran his hand down his face that was heated. Of course Dean was right about him, but his men, outside of Benny, didn't need to know he was a fucking bottom. It was already hard enough being gay in his line of work, but being a weak bitch who took it up the ass was not what he wanted added into that mix.

He went downstairs to the full bar that accompanied his brothel and went to his private section for several drinks. A part of him, he'd admit, liked the small bit of attitude Dean threw at him. And while he was admiting things, he had worried about Dean getting hurt in the earlier altercation he had put himself in. He was sure he was only concerned because of losing out on such a huge investment he'd made in the man.

But the bigger part of him was mad that he even had the audacity to do what he did earlier. He was his master and he wouldn't stand for that disrespect in front of his guys. And he'd tried to be nice, just asking for simple gratification for making up for not listening to orders, but Dean had to go and change his plans. So after several hours of drinking he made his way back to his penthouse pulling out the vials from the fridge and loading up three new syringes with the clear fluid before making his way upstairs.

Dean was already asleep on the bed seeing as how late it was, so he set an alarm on his phone for the morning, set the drug filled syringes on his bedside table and went to sleep ready for try number two in the morning. As he laid down he glanced over the man, Dean already deep in whatever dream always had him whining out through the night and into the morning. He was handsome, such symmetrical facial features, and smooth soft lips. Castiel would have to get Benny to shave him, his stubble pronounced along his jaw.

He didn't really know Dean, and he'd admit during their days together where they just lounged around the house he hadn't tried to get to know him. Except questioning him about his nightmares and the mysterious man that took something from him. But from what little he'd gathered on the man, he wasn't like his father, John was cruel just to make gains in the world. Cas has to admit he didn't hate having him here, waiting for him, mostly obeying his every word. A small part of him had to wonder what his life had been like had he met someone like Dean Winchester all those years ago instead of Jacob Styne.

He rolled over looking at the syringes on the table, just waiting for their use in the morning. Maybe Benny was right and he shouldn't use anything the Styne family produced. But then he remembered Dean's little smirk with his fingers buried in his ass for all his guys to see and he felt that doubt slip away enough to go to sleep, tomorrow would be a big day bright and early.