The Sub

Aftercare And Comfort

Dean wrapped his arm around Cas as they headed to his car, he knew that Cas didn't have an excellent introduction to the lifestyle, but he didn't know how bad it really was. Cas had never received proper aftercare, no one to talk to about anything.

"I'm sorry," Cas said as they pulled out of the parking lot.

"You have nothing to be sorry for," Dean replied, looking at Cas.

Cas scooted closer to Dean and rested his head on his shoulder. Dean smiled he liked Cas, he was always kind and polite, all the Doms loved him. Part of Dean couldn't wait to have Cas, but he needed to take care of him first make sure he was healthy and knew he would be cared for.

"You live here," Cas said, looking up at the building.

"Yeah, at the top, hope you aren't afraid of heights."

Cas shook his head, looking around this building was beautiful, really lovely. Dean led him to the elevator the bell dinged the doors opened, he punched in the code to take them to the penthouse.

"You need a code?" Cas asked.

Dean just shrugged not saying anything.

Cas yawned, the doors opened he followed Dean to the entrance of the apartment.

The door opened Cas looked around the place was huge, there was a large sectional brown leather couch, a low coffee table, a modern gas fireplace.

The kitchen was black with stainless steel appliances, Cas spun around stairs were leading to the upstairs with a glass banister.

This place was terrific was all Cas could think it was a thousand times nicer than his apartment, but he had that cozy and that lived-in feeling in a strange way to did this place. Cas could see himself staying here, kneeling near the door, waiting for Dean to come home.

"Shoes off," Dean said, making room for Cas' shoes.

"Yes, sir," Cas said with a smile. Kicking his shoes off and placing then in the spot Dean had cleared for him.

"Don't mouth off," Dean said, heading to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

Cas smirked and followed him to the kitchen. He sat down on a stool very carefully.

"How's your back?" Dean asked.

"I'm good, sore but good," Cas said, leaning his chin in his hand.

"After we eat, I'll show you the shower, and when you are done, I'll put more cream on you."

"Thank you for taking care of me," Cas said, looking away.

Dean smiled and told him he was welcome, he threw a couple of steaks in the frying pan, put some potato's on and pour Cas and himself some wine.