50 Shades of Destiel

Part Two

After spilling his guts to a complete stranger, continuously drinking until his memory faded, his memories were a blur but moving around, feeling the warm body next to him and the soreness around his body, they melded together in a strange image in his head.

It was dark, warm skin pressed up against him in a comforting yet painful way. His wrists felt sore, as well as his backside and many other places. He ran a hand over his collar bones, wincing as he found an area of complete pain. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he looked up to see he was cuddled up to a naked Dean Winchester and his eyes widened, some of last nights events mending together into a memory.

His hands were in silver cuffs, the candlelight reflecting off of the metal as he was on his knees, completely naked, facing the headboard of the bed, the cuffs keeping him to the two long poles since it was a canopy bed, a red cloth tied around his mouth.

Dean was standing at the edge of the bed with a tassel whip, running it over the back of Castiel's legs, leading upwards towards his rear. Cas looked over his shoulder, taking a deep breath through his nose as the whip reached his ass, seeing Dean was wearing only tight black boxers.

"I want you to beg for it..." He heard Dean whisper in a husky voice, the hungry look in his eyes causing Cas to shudder. The whip left his body for a moment, returning with a swift pain, Castiel letting out a moan without control.

Sitting up, Castiel held his head, the hangover not helping the pain all over his body. He looked over at Dean who was asleep with a huge grin on his face. When Cas had moved, Dean had simply rolled over. He jumped out of bed, finding he was still naked as well as covered in stickiness.

Castiel couldn't help but gag, touching the sticky spots around his pelvis and coughed, searching the floor for his own boxers. He slipped them on when he found them and went for a door, opening it and flipping on the lights.

It was the bathroom; and it was rather large. The bathtub took up half of the room and the toilet had a wall cutting it off from the rest of the bathroom. The sink was sticking out of the wall, the entire wall a mirror. As he caught his battered reflection, his jaw dropped.

He was covered in bruises and bite marks, the place where he had winced from touching a few minutes earlier was a spot with a little blood and teeth marks. He groaned and stared at himself in a little disgust, then his eyes went lower. He wasn't wearing his own boxers but the tight black ones Dean was wearing in his memory. He held his head as a some more flooded into his head.

Cas was still on his knees, cuffed to the bed, his ass raw, himself whimpering and hanging his head, breathing deeply.

"I think you've had enough of that..." Dean sighed, tossing the whip to the side, looking Cas over. He traced his finger along Cas' back, going down his back. He stopped at Cas' ass and pulled away, reaching for his own boxers. "I'm getting impatient...

"No, no, no..." Castiel stripped of the boxers and reached for the door, ready to go back in there and find his own clothes before leaving. When he rested his hand on the door handle, it flew open and Dean stood there. Cas' face burned red as he covered his crotch. Dean looked him over for a moment.

"You can take a bath if you want." he offered, pointing to the tub. "You look rather filthy." he pushed past Castiel and turned on the water, sitting on the edge as the water flowed into the tub. With his mouth wide open, Castiel was too shocked to move. "If you leave your mouth open like that I'm going to put something in it." He threatened with a grin. Cas immediately shut his mouth.

"I think I-I should be g-going..." Cas stuttered, taking a step back. Dean chuckled and shook his finger, resting his eyes.

"You really should clean up." His green eyes gave that hungry look again and Cas couldn't help but shutter.

"W-what happened last night?" Cas felt himself shivering.

"The evidence is all over your body." Dean told him, splashing the water around as he added soap, bubbles building as the water rose. Cas stood there in silence, glancing back up at his reflection. "You weren't in a hurry to leave last night might as well stay for breakfast." As he turned off the water, he cupped his hands around his mouth. "Simon!" he shouted so loud that Cas jumped, covering one of his ears since one was still covering his crotch. After a few moments, a tall and thin man with short dirty blond hair and wearing a tux entered the room. Cas' second hand returned to his crotch as his face burned redder and he pressed his back up against the wall.

"Oui M. Winchester?" He had a French accent and his eyes avoided Castiel.

"Nous seronsdans le bain pendantenviron une heure." Dean responded, speaking perfect French. "Have breakfast done by then." He ordered, changing his glare to Castiel.

"What would you like sir?" Simon asked. Dean waved his hand in the air and Simon disappeared.

"Join me in the bath?" he requested. But to Cas, it seemed more like an order. A command.