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  Fandom:
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      Jared_Padalecki/Original_Character(s), Jensen_Ackles/Misha_Collins
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      Published: 2017-06-28 Updated: 2018-03-03 Chapters: 7/? Words: 2889
****** Angels Don't Care About Us ******
by LilianaSnow
Summary
     Jensen and Jared are angels sold to a new master. Little do they know
     that the master and the perky young lady sent to pick them up
     actually cared about either one of them.
     But they might be too far gone to see.
***** Welcome Back to the Road to Heaven *****
The warehouse was overcrowded, and it looked filthy. Rats crawled underneath
the cages, and half-starved men and women pounced at them before being jerked
back by their chains. The angels were suspended in a cage by their wings,
chained and broken.
A woman stood, staring at them. She looked over them with a cynical eye. An
angel with white wings tried to pull away from her gaze. The angel hanging next
to him, one with red wings, struggled against his bonds. He wasn't really into
the struggle.
"How long since they last ate or drank?" she asked, watching him.
"They drink daily, water only. As for food, you'd have to be specific as to
which angels," answered the greasy slaver with the 'deeds.'
"The one with the white wings, and the one with the red wings."
"Redwings is named 'Jared,' and he ate yesterday. Whitewings is named 'Jensen.'
Hasn't eaten for a week."
She tried not to flinch, looking over them coolly. "Well. I'll take them."
The man held out the two angel's forms. She signed for them and waited for the
hands to grab them and drug them for her. They were placed unceremoniously in
the back of her Impala.
They crossed from Texas to Arkansas before she pulled over and looked back.
They had woken up.
"Hey, boys. Morning."
Jensen looked at her with wide eyes. His wings curled around him.
"M... Miss..?"
"Yes..." She wracked her brain- terrible with names- to figure out who this
dude was. "Jensen?"
"I... I haven't eaten in a while and would be eternally grateful-"
She raised a hand and turned to the front seat. She handed back two bags. One
had water in it, one had food.
"Um..."
"Just a second." She looked through her purse to pull out two collars. They
were made of nylon with silk linings. They didn't have locks. "Take off your
chains and put these on." She handed them their keys.
They listened. Jared bit his lip and fiddled with his to make it fit better,
cautiously watching her. She leaned over and helped him. Then she took his
chains and dumped them on her front floor.
"My name is Candi. You may eat and drink that. We'll be driving for a few days.
We'll stop at a few motels but for now we just drive."
They ate as she kept going. So far, not much was up.
***** Hello, CitiSINS of my Hate *****
Chapter Summary
     Attack Of The Motel Dreams
Eventually, Jensen and Jared were at the first motel Candi stopped at. Candi
certainly seemed to know where she was going, which seemed odd because she
didn't know where she was.
The manager saw that she had two angels in her car, so he walked out to meet
her. He looked large and scary to the angels.
"Hello there, missy," he greeted Candi.
"Hello," she replied curtly. "So, uh... Two angels. Big deal."
"They travel best in groups." He looked at Jared, but then stared at Jensen.
His mouth watered, thinking about fucking this little toy. Jensen bit his lip.
No. He bit Mistress' lip. He was not his own.
"How much for ten minutes?"
"What?" She looked at him.
"How much for ten minutes in that young Whitewing's ass?" Jensen heard him and
hid behind Jared. They didn't pay attention to anything after that.
"Nothing."
"You'd let me use him for free?"
"No. I wouldn't let you use him at all. If you try to do anything to either of
them again, both of your hands will be broken."
She led them into a hotel room. The angel paced and looked terrified.
"Jensen? What's wrong?" "Nothing, Miss..." He looked out the window at the
manager, who had taken a smoke break. He could imagine the things that man
would do to him tonight.
-TiMeSkIp-
Jensen fell into an uneasy sleep on the bed Mistress Candi had told him to use.
He was stuck in his mind, in his nightmares.
The manager had bound him to the bed by his wrists. He was gagged with a dirty
sheet, and the manager was sucking him through a condom to get him hard. He
wriggled and kicked, but the manager slapped his cock.
Then, once he was hard, the manager took the condom from Jensen's dick and
threw it away. He pushed his legs apart easily, despite Jensen's struggles.
Jensen screamed through the gag as he felt something the size of his captor's
hand at his totally unprepped hole. He knew it was the manager's penis- both of
his hands were in view.
He sobbed as the appendage slid into him, not caring about the slaps he was
given with a wooden ruler. It was hell for him. Then his new mistress entered
the scene, naked and sliding a cock ring onto him. She removed his gag, putting
a large dildo between his lips instead. She rode this large thing.
Then he heard his old masters' voices, fighting over who got to use him next.
And a man then speaking. The manager.
"Who says you need to wait to fuck his ass, boys? There's plenty of room here
for everyone."
"No... No... Please... No..." he tried to say. He screamed instead, only
thinking it.
Then another cock was on his asshole, getting ready to push in. He screeched as
this came true. Another. And another. He was full of more men than he could
count- and he could count to twenty- and a few fists, all fucking him
mercilessly. They abused his hole, rammed into his prostate, and teased his
cock.
The mistress now came, hard, over her toy. She waited until it all dripped out
and down to the base of the length before she stood and removed it. She made
him suck her clean, then fucked his mouth with the dildo. He needed to cum so
badly that it hurt, and his cock leaked and leaked. His ass restricted around
the men inside it, milking all of them into orgasms.
He screamed. As they began to pull out, he sat up in real life, awake as ever.
He ran to the bathroom, locking himself in and not caring about the punishment.
***** Shhh... *****
Chapter Summary
     Jensen finds out that his mistress has heart.
Jensen was sobbing into his arms, sitting at the toilet. He'd thrown up a few
times since he'd locked himself away. He'd be punished for sure. He knew it.
Mistress would let the manager use him for an hour. He'd be stuck into the
trunk for the rest of the trip in his clothes. If he was allowed to cum he'd be
put into a cock cage. If not he'd have to wear a skirt and a cock ring.
He almost missed the knock on the door. He unlocked it, terrified. Candi was
standing there.
"Jensen, honey, what are you doing?"
"H... H... Nothing... I..."
"Are you okay?"
He bit his lip. "Y-Yes..."
She took his hand in both of hers. "You sure?"
"No..."
"I'm sorry, dear..." She handed him some clothes and a toothbrush. "Brush your
teeth and take a shower."
He listened, standing under the water until she walked in to check on him. He
was getting ready for the manager. She covered her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were... Just... Tell me when you're done..." she
squeaked, turning red.
"Miss? W-When will that man be here?" he asked, moaning a little. Most pleasure
he'd get for a while, he thought.
"Um... Never? I told him he couldn't use you, Jensen..."
"O-oh... Then this is pointless..." He stopped.
She was walking out the door. "You can... You can finish... I'm sorry for
walking in... Just... I want to see you when you're done."
He frowned, watching her close the door.She was going to let him cum without
any help? He didn't question it, taking the gift. He just fingered himself
until he came with a small groan. He couldn't help thinking she'd hate him if
he told her that he liked being fucked. Then he remembered that he was owned by
someone else.
She smiled when he came back out of the bathroom. She tucked him gently into
the bed, giving him a bowl of something he'd never seen before.
"What is this, Miss?"
"My name is Candi, use it, doll. It's chicken noodle soup. It'll make you feel
better." She brushed his hair back. "Eat it, but be careful. It's hot."
He looked at it, then took a bite. He liked it. He ate half of the bowl,
slightly moaning at the feeling in his wings and tummy. He looked at her. She
was massaging his wings gently, humming a slow, calm song. He realized his
belly felt better because of the food. He yawned.
"Go to sleep, Jensen. Tomorrow, we're going to keep going. We need to go to
Ohio."
"Why Ohio?"
"Because. My dad lives there. I live there. My sister and brother live there."
"Oh..."
"Shhh..."
She began singing to him.
"Honey is for bees silly bear. Besides there's jelly beans everywhere. It's not
what it seems in the land of dreams, don't worry your head, just go to sleep."
He fell asleep, dreaming now of sunny days to fly on and grassy fields to sleep
in. He smiled contently.
She smiled and lay down too. She thought he seemed like a child. Silly... He
was in his low thirties. She was seventeen. Hmmm... She dozed off too. Jared
had insisted on sleeping in the same bed as her so she could sleep on one too.
He snuggled up to her in his sleep, free of worry. He was eighteen.
***** A Tiny Bit Of Care *****
Chapter Summary
     Jared wakes up to a Mistress with a heart and a sick Jensen.
     Insensitively, they get into an arguement broken up when a newcomer
     arrived.
Jensen woke up with a start to Candi rubbing the back of his hand. She smiled
gently, looking him in the eyes. He looked at her. His eyes had bags the size
of her thumbs, and he was sweaty, pale, and shaky. He gagged slightly on air.
"Are you gonna throw up?"
He nodded. She held out a wastebasket, which he used without thinking. He
whimpered.
"It's okay... Sh..."
She rubbed his temples. "I called my dad. He's flying in soon. He'll stay with
you two when I pick up some pain meds for you. I'll be right back."
She walked away. Jared sat up. It was a courtesy among angels to help a fellow
angel out after a rough night with the free folk.
"How'd it go last night?"
"I... It didn't. She let me stay in. I feel... I feel terrible."
Jared looked at him. He knew that face. He'd seen it on many an angel before.
Jensen himself had once worn it.
"Is she going to punish you for being sick?"
"I don't know." Jared knew he was hoping that she would. He had troubled
thoughts and no self esteem.
"I hope she's not like that."
"If she doesn't she'll hurt you."
Jared frowned. "Jensen... Listen. Just because you feel scared doesn't mean
it'll happen. I've been there. Once."
"I remember. Say, how does your dick feel?" He said it in a vicious tone.
Jared had once been rubbed by a mistress to a full erection and then had bent
coat hangers- three of them- slid into him via urethra. It still made Jared
shudder to remember how he'd felt, especially when she had commanded him to
jack off until he came without letting them out of him.
"Yeah? Remember Rio?" In Rio, Jensen had been out a few seconds past curfew.
Their master at the time had put a cock ring on him, lubed him up with
lemonade, and made him fuck a hornet's nest until he came. He still was afraid
of insects.
"What about that time you broke that egg?" Once, for breaking an egg that was
going to be a mistress's breakfast, a master had let a horse use Jared. At the
same time he'd been tied into a position that forced him to suck himself off.
He'd never quite recovered and ran from any equestrian reference ever since.
"What about the helicopter, asshole?" Jensen had stepped on a kid master's toy
helicopter, so the mistress who handled punishments made him put in a vibrating
dildo and do squats while they talked to a reletive on speaker. After he came
they used him until he couldn't walk for a month and, on top of it, he had to
pay for a new one by rimming store workers.
"Well-" He stopped, looking at the door that had just opened.
A man, a little shorter than Jensen, had walked in. He had dark hair and blue
eyes. Jensen got a hard-on. Fuck me, you're so hot I don't care how much you'd
make me hurt, he thought.
Then the man smiled as Candi returned from the bathroom.
"Hi, Dad!"
***** Hello *****
Chapter Summary
     Misha meets and cares for Jensen.
Misha sat down next to Jensen, looking him up and down. Jensen gulped. He
looked strong enough to rip his wings off if he got mad.
"Hey, Jensen," Misha said softly, looking at his face. "You're going to be
okay. I promise."
"H... Hello, Master. I... I'm sorry I'm sick."
"Not your fault, honey. Not sure about your old masters, but with us you don't
get in trouble for being sick." He wiped his forehead with a cool cloth. "We
want you to be healthy, but if you aren't, it's okay."
"Th-thank you, sir..." He shifted a little.
"Can I touch your wings, Jensen?"
"Wh-what?" Nobody had ever asked for permission before.
"Your wings. Can I touch them?"
"Y-yeah... You don't have to ask..."
Misha rubbed his wings, careful not to press down too hard. He smoothed the
feathers and hummed something unfamiliar. Jensen looked cute, Misha noticed.
With any luck, he'd be healthy within a few months.
Jensen whimpered a little as Misha looked toward his stomach. Noticing, the man
met Jensen's eyes again. "Does your stomach hurt?"
"Yes, sir..."
Misha immediately grabbed a trash bin for him to throw up in. He gently lifted
the blankets back to see his stomach. "Where does it hurt?"
Jensen frowned and moved his hand- no, Master's hand, he mustn't forget- over
his abdomen. Misha slowly began to feel around his belly, thinking. He laughed
slightly.
"You'll be fine."
Misha saw the pain in Jensen's eyes before he heard the whimper in his throat.
Misha cleaned him up and then just held him. He hummed a small tune. Jensen
seemed to really be ill. He curled around Misha and slept.
***** Mo(u)rning Sickness *****
Chapter Summary
     Jensen gets sicker, and Misha decides to help him.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for my short chapters but I can't save most of this stuff and I
     want to publish it easier. My Wattpad account, FallOutNixus, has
     better chapters.
Jensen woke up with a funny feeling in his stomach. He felt it sinking a little
bit, like he'd throw up. He felt safe, though. He was wearing silk clothes and
he had a soft blanket on him. He was laying on a strongly built man who had his
arms around him. He felt his wings being massaged. His cuddler was seemingly
caring. He wasn't complaining about the sweat Jensen was pouring, either.
However, he had a fever, and his head hurt like someone was splitting his head
open. He had woken up with an erection, which rubbed against whoever he was
cuddling's thigh. He shifted dispite the pain in his back, throat, mouth, and
stomach. He kept his jaw clamped closed so he wouldn't throw up. He tried to
sit up, but he rubbed his dick against his cuddler on accident.
Moaning a little, his mouth opened and he threw up all over himself and on
Misha, who was cuddling him. He started apologizing, thinking his life depended
on it. Crying, he tried to find something to clean it up with.
"Jensen- Jensen, no, don't worry about it," Misha assured him, stripping off
his shirt. He wiped off his smooth, sculpted stomach- Oh god, those sexy
muscles!- and gestured to the bathroom. "Take a shower. I'll clean up."
After he'd cleaned up, he waited for Jensen. Jen cane out clean, whimpering.
Misha cleaned up and then cuddled him, giving him ginger ale. They stayed there
all morning.
***** Last of a Dying Breed *****
Chapter Summary
     Jensen wakes up again, this time to a large stuffed animal and a
     hand-carved wooden statue.
Jensen woke up, gasping a little. He was thirsty and it was hot right next to
the man who apparently owned him. The man, Misha, rubbed his wings gently,
looking over him.
"G-good-" he glanced around to try to find out the time of day.
"Afternoon," Misha stated, stopping the massage and turning around. Jensen
panicked slightly, wondering what he had done wrong, until Misha faced him
again. The master held out to him a giant fluffy white teddy bear and a small
carving of a songbird with three different types of wood. "Here, I though you
might like these..."
"T-thanks," Jensen stammered. "I... I..."
Misha stood. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Um..." Jensen didn't want to answer.
"I'll take that as a yes." He grabbed him a water bottle. "Here."
Jensen accepted it cautiously and took a sip. Misha resumed the wing massage.
"Are you okay?"
"I... I don't know, sir..."
"You don't have to be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you, not for being sick."
"I think it might be more serious than the stomach flu..." he whispered,
curling protectively around himself.
"Jensen? What do you mean?" Misha asked, obvious concern in his voice.
"I... I think I might be pregnant..." he mumbled. "I'm sorry..."
"There is nothing to be scared of, Jensen, or sorry about. I'll get a pregnancy
test for you. If you are, I'll help you out." Misha held him gently in a hug,
tucking the bear in his arms.
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