Why doesn't anyone love me?

The House

We kept driving, I was in the backseat quiet and staring at the car floor. We arrived at a mansion, three stories high with a huge garage. He opened his door and then my door, and told me to follow him.

He opened the door to his home and let me inside.

"The first floor is the kitchen and dining room, the second floor is my servant's rooms, and the third floor, and perfect view of the lake, is my room."

I kept staring at the ground, like what 'Leader' used to tell me to do. I could tell he was smiling at me.

"Are your feet doing tricks?"

I stared at him confused.

"You keep staring at your feet. Are they doing tricks?"

I shook my head no.

"You may speak if you would like,"
He said smiling.

"No sir, my feet are not doing tricks."

He chuckled. It was a gentle chuckle, like a holding back something chuckle.

"Follow me, I will show you my house."

We walked inside and it was truly beautiful. The staircases were beautiful, the rooms were beautiful and the beds looked so comfy.

We saw the second floor, the servants room and I was waiting for him to show me where I slept. All of the servants got there little rooms, bed, bathroom, and mini kitchen.

Then we got to the third floor, we took his elevator, he said that's what it was called, and it was really beautiful. A pretty view of a lake, big kitchen, big dining room, a flat screen TV, and a big bedroom. There were two beds, one king, one queen. I assumed he had a wife or husband possibly. Maybe even children that sleep on one of those beds.

"Okay, you will be sleeping in the queen sized bed, I will sleep in the king, because I am a king,"
He laughed,
"Make yourself at home. What is your name? I didn't catch it."

"I can go by any name you wish to call me. What is your name? Master? Sir? Leader? King?"

"My name is Dean, and please call me Dean,"
He smiled at me.

"Okay... Dean. My name is Castiel, but you can call me whatever you like."

I stared at him kind of frightened. 'Leader' told us that anyone can call us anything. Bitch, whore, slut, slave, anything that the master wishes.

"Okay Castiel. May I call you Cas? You have a very long name."

"Yes Mas-Dean. Also my old 'Leader' told me that us slaves sleep on the floor-"

"No,"

Dean looked at me with a serious look on his face,

"My servants sleep on beds, and so will you Cas."

I didn't want to push it but I wanted to ask him something. I tried to bury it deep down but it came out.

"Why did you buy me?"

Dean looked at me confused, and then thought for a moment.

"Well I bought you because I didn't like what your old master was doing to you. I also didn't like the people in the crowd. I would've bought all of the.. people if I could. I have the money to do it, but not the room. I.. I also.. never mind it's dumb."

He waved his hand a bit and looked out the window. It was a huge glass window, almost the size of the wall, with huge curtains. I walked over to him.

"Beautiful isn't it?"
He asked.

I nodded in reply.

"What was it like?"

"What was what like Dean?"

"Heaven, building Earth, peace."

I took a second to think. It's been a long time since there was peace, and we were building Earth

"It was.. amazing. I actually built that lake out there."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Wow. Cas that's amazing."

I looked up at him and smiled.

"Thank you Dean."