Unwanted Hostage

chapter 3

-flash back-

What are you going to do...shoot me?" A tough voice said.

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Dean sat up and rubbed his eye with his free hand. He heard someone come into the apartment. He opened his eyes fully and saw Castiel in the kitchen with paper bags. He watched him put away the food he had gotten, "You went shopping?"

Castiel ignored him as he put some beer in the fridge. Dean rolled his eyes and sat back, tugging on the couch with his handcuffed hand.

"Break my couch and I'll hurt you." Castiel said coldly.

"It's an ugly couch..." Dean hissed.

"What's so ugly about it?" Castiel slammed the fridge closed and stared at him.

"The color...dark green with orange dirty flowers." He looked at the other man, "You have no taste."

"It was my grandmother's couch, asshole." Castiel walked away into his bedroom.

Dean laughed, "Great I'm being held hostage by a granny's boy."

"Shut up!" Castiel yelled from the other room.

He sat down on his bed and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number and put it up to his ear, "Hey, this guy is pissing me off."

"Live with it, Castiel. You're the only one that can stop him from getting me at the moment."

"Did you tell the police we have him?"

"Yes. Don't worry about it...keep a low profile. Meaning no going outside for too long, and no calling anyone...even me. I'll call you or send someone over when we need you. Got it?"

"Yes, sir." The line went dead.

Castiel fell back on his bed and sighed, "This sucks..."

"HEY, granny's boy!" Dean yelled.

Castiel grumbled a little and went out in the main room again, "What?!"

"I have to pee..." Dean squirmed around a little.

"Then pee."

"On your beloved couch? No thank you...it isn't worthy of my pee." Dean smiled at him sheepishly.

"I know what you trying to do. After let you go, you'll attack me and run off." Castiel shook his head, "I have orders to keep you here so no."

"That's a good plan...but seriously I haven't peed all day." Dean whined slightly, "I don't care if you cuff me to you...I gotta pee!"

Castiel sighed, knowing it was true. He had been handcuffed to the couch all day and didn't pee himself. He walked over in front of him and stared down at him, "I don't trust you."

"And who does? Please hurry...my bladder is going to explode!" Dean squirmed around some more.

Castiel put his knee down on the couch between Dean's legs. He took the key out of his pocket and undid the handcuff from the couch. He slapped it down on his left wrist, "There..." He stepped back.

Dean looked at each other's hands, "This is perverted...you going in there to watch me pee?"

"No asshole..." Castiel pulled on it and went towards the bathroom.

"I bet this turns you on...being handcuffed to another man." Dean snickered.

Castiel pushed him into the bathroom and closed the door until it hit the chain of the handcuffs. He stood waiting for the cop to finish his business. Dean groaned as he relieved himself, "Oh god that feels good..."