Unwanted Hostage

chapter 5

WARNING: (this chapter contains sexually explicit description of rape that may cause some readers discomfort. You've been warned.)

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It was the same old story with the two of them. Dean would whine, and mess with Castiel until he got mad. It was finally the weekend and thankfully, for Castiel, Dean didn't make a move on him. They were eating lunch when the cop finally spoke for the first time that day, "I know where I've seen you before..."

Castiel looked up from his food, "Oh?"

"Wanna know where?"

"No." He said plainly and continued to eat.

"Well too bad." He sneered, "I was a rookie at the time. I caught you transporting drugs for Mr. Fritz."

He stopped his eating, "You sure it was me?"

"I remember the picture...it looked like you. So it was." Dean insists.

"That wasn't me."

Dean set his fork down, and tugged on the handcuff, "It was you."

"How old were you when you were a rookie?"

"25... why?"

Castiel stared at him, "Born in 1979 right?"

"Yes..." Dean looked at him confused.

"I started working for Mr. Fritz when I turned 27." Castiel shook his head, "It wasn't me..."

"It was you...I swea—"

"It was my father." Castiel interrupted as he went back to eating.

"What?"

"My father worked for Mr. Fritz..." He finished his lunch and wiped his hand on a napkin, "You caught my father transporting drugs. And by the looks of it you let him get away."

"Where is he now?"

"He's dead." Castiel spoke coldly.

Dean blinked, "What?"

"Mr. Fritz killed him." Castiel stared at his empty plate, "My father made a bet with Mr. Fritz. If he was able to kill the top detective of the time then he would get a great sum of cash."

"And if he failed to do so?"

Castiel sighed, "He'd hand over his only son to Mr. Fritz clan."

"Meaning you."

"Yes."

"So he failed to kill the detective then?"

"My father handed me over and right there on the spot Mr. Fritz shot him. In the chest once before blowing his brains out." Castiel stared at Dean, showing no emotions.

"So you're Mr. Fritz's property?"

Castiel nodded, "Yep...since my father handed me over. Mr. Fritz was suppose to pay him...so my father sold me."

"I'm guessing he didn't get the money?" Dean shook his head.

"Mr. Fritz was going to pay me...but I had him put it into my mother's account."

"Your mom, huh? Isn't that nice..." Dean grinned as another question came to mind, "You said before you didn't trust Mr. Fritz. So why bother staying with him?"

"I tried to leave once..." Castiel sighed, "He threatened to kill my mother."

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