Good boy | Destiel

Chapter 1

   "I hope you never come back!" Was the last thing 18 year old Castiel Novak heard from his father, Chuck as he stormed out if the house. For good this time. He had just come out of the closet as gay and his father was not having it.

He wasn't sure where he would go, all he knew is that he need to be away. Castiel held in his tears as he walked through town. It was around midnight so it was pretty dark.

He passed by the usual 24 hour stores and night clubs with lame music. Castiel stopped in front of the biggest night club in town "Peace on earth night club".

Castiel shivered to himself as the music flowed out of the big building. He went to walk last when he was pulled into the alley way beside the club.

"Hey pretty boy." A voice drilling with alcohol spoke to him. Castiel's back was shoved into the wall. He squirmed uncomfortably and tried to get a better look on the persons face.

The person appeared and sounded like a male. Strongly built at that. "Let me go." Castiel hissed. His wrists were roughly hoisted just above his head.

"I don't think I will." The man taunted with a cold laugh. He stepped into the light to reveal his blistered face and blonde hair.

Castiel tugged to get his wrists back against the cold hands wrapped around them. The man grabbed Castiel by his hair and pulled him to his knees. "Open your mouth slut." The man said coldly and unbuckled his belt with one hand.

Castiel tried to pull back but was pulled closer to the buldge in the man's pants by his hair. "Stop!" Castiel yelled and was struck across the face hardly.

The man chuckled at Castiel's gasp and started to pull his pants down. Suddenly, the man was ripped away from Castiel and thrown against the wall.

"Lucifer! I told you to get the hell out of here!" An unfamiliar voice yelled. A tall dark figure walked over to where 'Lucifer' was and started to punch him a few times.

"Stop Dean.." Lucifer pleaded "I'll leave.. for good this time.." So called Dean released him "good."

Lucifer stood up and limped away in a hurry, whining to himself. Dean walked over to where Castiel was, huddled against the wall in a ball. He went down on one knee and Castiel could now see his face.

He was defiantly gorgeous. Lucifer may have been muscled.. but this 'Dean' was ripped. His green eyes were soft and comforting, almost as comforting as his voice. "Hey sorry about him.. I'm Dean. Let me take you inside." Dean spoke softly and reached a hand out for Castiel to take.

Castiel reluctantly took his hand and Dean hoisted him up. "I-Im Castiel." He spoke with a gruff voice that made Dean want to pounce on him then and there. He stayed under control nonetheless.

Dean led Castiel to the doors of "Peace on earth night club" and opened one of the double doors. Most of the eyes in he room were glued to Castiel. Many whispered were also being thrown about.

The decor was classy and Castiel could understand how this was the most popular club in town. He followed Dean to a back room labeled: 'WINCHESTER' in bold letters.

Castiel looked around. "Come sit." Dean smiled and motioned to a chair in front of a desk. Dean took his seat behind the desk as Castiel did the same.

Dean looked up at the dark haired boy and lean forward on the desk. "Now tell me... what is a pretty thing like you doing alone on the streets at half past 1 in the morning?" Dean asked with an arched eyebrow.

"I-I have nowhere to go." Castiel replied quietly. Dean's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" He asked intently.

Castiel cleared his throat. "My father is incredibly homophobic and well.. He found out I vastly preferred men." The blue eyed boy replied shyly.

"Ah, I see." Dean nodded and sat back in his chair a bit. "I never got to say thank you." Castiel blurted out in the silence. Dean raised an eyebrow.

"For saving me in the alley." Castiel cleared his throat again. "How can I help you in return?"

Dean smirked at him. "No problem." He paused. "And as for payment... have you ever heard of subs and doms?" Dean asked intently, his eyes glued on the dark haired boy.

Castiel took a deep breath. "Y-Yes but-"  before he could finish he was interrupted. "Wait your of age right?" Dean asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well yes-" he was interrupted again. "I want you to be my sub, Castiel."