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“You’ve got a lot to say for the one that w a l k e d away.”
"I never left you. What do you mean? I never walked away from you, my Queen..."

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Stay with Me by You Me at Six
“You’ve got a lot to say for the one that w a l k e d away.”
"I never left you. What do you mean? I never walked away from you, my Queen..."
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela tried her best to focus on the precious dogs that accepted her into their little family so quickly. She pet Dracul’s head trying to show him that it was okay, and that Dean was just helping. However, right as she was about to say so the cut he was working on started stinging terribly causing her to suck in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. The pet pulled herself back together quickly as a warm, rough tongue lapped over her face and neck. “Thank you, Ajax.” Small hands scratched both of their heads as she whimpered quietly. She didn’t want to make Dean feel bad. That was the last thing she wanted to do when he was helping her. The cuts hurt her so bad, however, and the smell of the pus turned her stomach.
"Master used to tap the ash from his cigarettes into my cuts." She sighed, trying to explain that it wasn’t simply her own neglect. "If I whined he would put the cigarette out on the cut and dig it in as much as he could. I tried to clean them, but he wouldn’t let me when he was there and I didn’t have much time alone." Lela’s eyes were watery when she finished speaking. She didn’t miss that home at all. In fact, she was more than grateful she had been rescued.
Dean looked pained as he cleaned her wounds, tsking and muttering to himself about just what he would do if he found the man who owned her before, cleaning out the infections and adding more antibacterial cream to them, soothing the burn. "You're alright. You don't have to explain. You just... You deserve so much better." He sighed and stood up for a moment. "Stay here, I'm gonna stir the soup and then I'll finish." He kissed the top of her head and walked to the stove, using a large ladle to stir up the pot and bringing the roasted chicken carcass on the cutting board back to her. "Here. You can pick through that and have some yourself. You can feed the boys, too. They're spoiled." He smiled at her and continued cleaning out her cuts, careful to be thorough. "We'll get you feeling better by the end of the week, sweetheart. Bulk you up a little, get some meat on your bones again. Don't worry, we'll figure this out. You can heal for as long as you need. I'm not too concerned with needing you to service me. I want companionship more than anything right now."
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
She took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair once he stopped her nervous motion. The sound of thundering paws only made her excited. She had always loved dogs. Lela’s former master had one and that dog was mean as a snake to everyone but her. Except he would ignore her in front of their master. She always assumed that he feared he would get hurt the way the pet did if he showed affection towards her.
The blonde was beaming by the time he had them sit. It was the happiest and most calm she had been all day. “I would love to learn their commands, Sir.” She stood and his prompting and slid off the large pajama pants to reveal too thin legs littered with cuts of varying states of infection. The majority of her cigarette burns were there too. “There are more on my abdomen too, Sir.” She informed before quickly turning to distract herself with the dogs so she didn’t have to think about the fact she was standing in front of Dean in a pair of his underwear.
"Hi Ajax!" She pet his head and reached to pet Dracul as well with a small laugh escaping her. He had the most hilarious and adorable face. "Hey there Dracul." she scratched between their ears with a huge smile. "I’m Lela, I’m your daddy’s new pet."
Ajax woofed softly, as if to say hello back before he licked her arm, nudging his head against her side and looking up at her adoringly. Dracul also gave a quiet bark and nudged his head under her hand, panting contentedly. Ajax licked her face and neck, wiggling closer in his excitement.
Dean smiled and pulled the chair a little closer, lifting her leg onto his lap and starting to gently press around the cuts, assessing the infections. "Oh, beautiful," he whispered as heated pus oozed freely out of some of them. "This might hurt, darling, so just be patient with me..." He started in on her most infected cut, using a towel to wipe away the gross smelling liquid, trying to be so gentle with her.
Ajax whined in the back of his throat and licked at her face, looking concerned. Dracul sat down a little closer to her and looked balefully up at Dean, settling his huge head in Lela's lap.
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela chewed on her lower lip as she thought. She had no idea how to treat the wounds on her legs. Most of them were the worst of the lot, and she couldn’t reach half of them. The blonde nodded, listening and thinking. Maybe they could wait until he took her to the hospital, but no the cuts on her legs were the ones she feared were infected. “Can I meet the dogs while you look at them, Sir? I’m not sure I can treat them right, and I can’t tell if they’re infected or not.” She wrung her hands nervously.
Dean caught her hands and smiled. "Just a moment," he told her, stepping partway into the hall. "Ajax! Dracul! Come here, boys!"
Thundering footsteps sounded from the stairs, and the two Danes came down, panting and excited, giving their master big, sloppy grins.
Dean petted their heads lovingly, tousling their ears. "There you are! Hey, buddies!" He grinned and led them by their collars over to Lela. "Sit," he told them firmly. They quickly obeyed, looking at the pet with bright, intelligent eyes. "Lela, the black one's Ajax, and the harlequin is Dracul. They're both friendly and they don't bite. I trained them myself. They're snuggly, though." He grinned proudly. "I could teach you all their commands. They'll listen to you. I promise. You just have to be firm." He sat back down in the seat across from her. "May I see your legs? I can take care of infections. It might be tender, and it might hurt, but Ajax and Dracul will take care of you. They're as gentle as I am. Just big babies, both of them. I promise."
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela listened intently to his explanation of his job, her mouth in a small ‘O’ shape of fascination. So he was the Grand Inquisitor she had heard so much about. Master had disliked him more than he had Crowley, which was an impressive amount of hate. She couldn’t imagine herself at a fancy dinner. Of course, she also hadn’t seen herself looking well in years. Her true image was long out of her memory. “I would love to go with you, Sir. Once I look better that is.” The blonde nodded and stood. “There are more on my legs.” It would be easier to get to all of them if she took off the pajama pants and sat in the boxers he had given her, but she was nervous.
Dean saw her nervousness and started cleaning a scratch on her cheek while she mulled it over. "If you don't want me in the room, I understand," he murmured. "If you think you can treat them yourself, I'll let you." He kissed the bandage on her cheek, assessing the rest of her injuries that he could see. "I can take care of your burns and bruises, but we'll take you to the hospital for a full check up in a couple days, once you settle here." He leaned back, letting her make her decision. "I could call the dogs, if you wanted to meet them and take your mind off it while I finished?"
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela lifted her arm and held it up on her own to give him easier access to it as he worked. A small smile and blush came to her face only growing with each small kiss; she had guessed him nice, but this was nicer than anyone she had ever met. “Yes, Sir. Master always said ashtrays were too expensive, and that I deserved it.” She dropped her head again, smile falling. “What kind of deals do you make?” The pet wanted to know more about her knew owner. He was so interesting to her, and he seemed wealthy by the size of his house. He must do something very interesting.
Dean smiled. "I'm a businessman," he said, moving on to her other arm. "Technically, crossroads demons are supposed to claim and collect souls, but I've taken it upon myself to handpick the souls that go on my rack. I'm the Grand Inquisitor, so it's a rare occasion I get to torture souls myself. Mostly I keep my demons in line and make treaties with other big bosses. Keeps Hell running nice and smooth. There's the occasional fancy dinner I have to make an appearance at, but you'll be more than welcome. If you want to stay home, I'll understand, as well. I am not afraid of going alone, if you need a night in." He gently tipped her head back to clean a cut on her neck, his hands firm but kind. "Do you have any on your legs?"
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
The blonde looked down at her wounds, eyes widening in terror as though she was seeing them for the first time. She had seen plenty, however. Plenty of wounds for three years. “Cuts first, please.” She guessed that the burns and bruises were some sort of cream or ointment, and that sounded painful in an open wound. “Do you smoke, Sir?” She turned her eyes up to Dean, curiously. As much as she enjoyed the smell of cigarette smoke, the sight of cigarettes terrified her now. One of the police officers that picked her up was smoking and she was terrified of her as long as she had a cigarette in hand.
Dean wrinkled his nose and pulled out the bandages and some ointment to aid healing, starting on her left arm. "Absolutely not. Do you know how bad those are for you?" He sighed and started to clean her scrapes, pressing a gentle kiss over each bandage when he was done. "That's what the burns are from, isn't it? Cigarettes." He sighed again and shook his head. "No. I don't smoke recreationally. Occasionally, I'll have a cigar, but that's usually when sealing a business deal. Besides, that's what ashtrays are for. Not pets."
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Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela followed the sound of his voice, smiling nervously when he came into sight. She quickly turned on her heel and retrieved the first aid kit which she brought with her into the kitchen and sat down as he requested. She took a few deep breaths trying to relax and made considerable progress from earlier, though she still couldn’t manage to be calm for him. The blonde gave a small nod and listened quietly. “I’m sorry, Sir. I want to let you. I really do. I’m just so scared, and I know you’re different than Master was but it doesn’t seem to make me less afraid.” The pet slid the first aid kit towards Dean with a small smile. She really was trying now.
Dean nodded. "We'll work on it," he promised, opening the first aid kit. He could fix most of her wounds, but he wanted to get her to a hospital to get her bones treated properly. "Where do you want me to start first?" he asked, sitting in the seat next to her and pulling out the needed supplies. "Burns, cuts, bruises?"
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela gave a nervous nod. Having him wait outside certainly made her more comfortable, but she was worried that despite saying that it would upset him. He didn’t seem too upset, though which made her feel better. She stepped into the nice bathroom and closed the door behind her, quickly peeling off the dirty and destroyed clothes. The blonde turned on the water to warm up and started looking around at all the soaps in the shower. She jumped when he knocked at the door and shrank back, but he was gone as quickly as he came leaving her to relax again. She turned on the water and went back to all of the soaps, smelling each one as she went. They all smelled a little bit like Dean, obviously his personal soaps. It took her an eternity to finally get the water to run clear out of her hair instead of dirty as she washed it with rather masculine smelling shampoo.
Finally it was clean and she began the battle of detangling it. After another short eternity spent with a comb and conditioner her hair was back to normal. All that was left was to was her body. The warm water was relaxing her tense muscles as she did so, and before long she was clean, dry, and dressed in the extraordinarily large pajamas. After putting her hair into small twists to ensure her curls formed well and hanging up her towel, Lela limped out into the hall with a call of “Sir?”
Dean was in the kitchen, working on a chicken noodle soup. "In here," he called, washing his hands. "Could you grab the first aid kit from the hall closet, beautiful? I want to make sure we get you all cleaned up." He smiled at her kindly. "Go ahead and have a seat, Lela. I'll take care of you. Just relax for me, okay? Dinner will be ready in a couple hours." He sighed quietly and folded his hands on the counter, keeping them where she could see them. "Listen for a minute, okay? I'm here to take care of you and make your life easier. I'm not here to hurt you or make you upset. I'm here to make you better. But I can only do that if you let me."
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Danes. She sighed a little happily, Lela had always loved dogs. Although she never got much time around them, she loved them nonetheless. She looked up at him with wide eyes. A part of her wanted to trust him, but everything else within screamed that it wasn’t safe to trust again so soon. That she was stupid to trust at all. She had been hurt and taken advantage of countless times in her old home, why should she expect anything more from this one? “Can I take a bath first, Sir?”
Dean gently touched her chin. "Hey. I can wait outside, if that makes you more comfortable." He smiled at her. "I have some pajamas you can wear." He guided her to the bathroom and showed her how the shower worked before he went upstairs to retrieve the clothes, knocking gently at the door. "Hey. 'S me. I'm gonna come in and leave the clothes on the counter, okay? You can use any of the towels in here, and take just as long as you want. I'm gonna go get dinner started."
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
In spite of his soothing words and touch, she stayed stiff, shaking like a leaf. “I- I don’t like tomatoes.” Lela clung tightly to him, nails digging into his back just like a nervous dog. She buried her face in his neck so she didn’t have to look down. He was taller than her old master which only scared her more. “Are they big? Your dogs, I mean. If they’re heavier than me, they must be big.” She laughed nervously.
"They're Danes, but I trained them myself. They're sweethearts. They won't hurt you." He sighed softly. "I want you to trust me, Lela, and I know that's gonna take time, but I won't ever hurt you purposefully." He carried her inside and set her down on plush carpet. "Would you like a bath? It would make you feel better. Or you can meet the dogs first. They have free roam of the house, just so they don't surprise you."
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela smiled a bit at his kind offer to at least try to remember the pet names that triggered her the worst. She turned her eyes up at Dean at that, and stiffened some. After a moment’s pause, the blonde nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She let go of his hand and held her arms out for him to pick her up, though she trembled. The images of being thrown and dropped and the terror of each incident replayed in her mind, but she kept telling herself that Dean was different. He was nicer than Master had been. He wanted to help her, he had to be nice.
Dean picked her up and tucked her head against his shoulder, holding her securely against himself and walking at a much quicker pace now that he was carrying her. "You're gonna be okay. When we get home you can take a bath and clean out those cuts and then I'll bandage you up, okay? I'll get some food started, too. Is there anything you don't like?" He soothed his hand over her back. "You're safe, it's okay... I won't drop you. I regularly have to lift my dogs. You're light."
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela limped along at a fairly quick pace, her older master had always told her to move more quickly. To keep up. So she tried to move at a good pace despite the pain in her toe. “There.. there are a lot, Sir.” She cast her eyes down and swallowed hard wanting to explain. “My old master would use pet names when I was in trouble, and then he would hurt me.” Sunshine, Cupcake, Baby doll, Angel, Pretty girl, Kitten, Pumpkin, Bird, Sweet Cheeks. “Gorgeous, Pet, and Dearest are the worst ones.” She shuddered just thinking of that list. The pet could still hear them is his grating, sneering voice as he spat them at her. The blonde gave a nod, “Okay, Sir.” She had never been to a hospital before.
Dean noticed her limp and frowned, slowing down a little. "I'll try to remember that," he told her. "May I please carry you? It's going to be much easier on you. You're clearly in pain." He waited for her permission, fidgeting. He wanted to get her home and cleaned and fed and rested, and her stubbornness was hindering that. But, he wouldn't force her into it. He didn't want to scare her.
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
Lela gave a small, weak smile at the feeling of a collar around her neck that wasn’t ill fitting. She had to admit the sensation was accompanied by the pride of wearing a collar given to her by a nice man as well. “I- I think I can walk alright.” She had a limp from aching toes and shins, but she wasn’t comfortable enough yet to trust him to carry her. Too many times being dropped or thrown. She did take his hand loosely, however, a couple of her fingers didn’t bend nicely and they hurt a lot. “What should I call you?”
Dean let her walk at her own speed, careful not to hold her hand too tight. "You can call me Master, Sir, Dean... Whatever you're comfortable with, though I'd prefer an honorific over my name." He turned to glance at her, guiding her out of the pound. "Are there any pet names you're adverse to? Any that are triggering? I don't want to accidentally give you a panic attack." He kissed the back of her hand. "I'll take you home and patch you up myself, and in a couple days, we'll get you to a hospital, after you're settled and everything. Okay?"
Good Girl || Dean & Lela || Master/Pet AU
She listened carefully as he spoke. He really sounded like a nice man, bringing her to loosen up enough to put her feet on the floor. Lela hesitated another moment before standing and walking slowly over to pick up the collar and nod. “My old master didn’t allow me to speak.” Her own voice was going to take some getting used to; it was too low and rough. Speaking in general was going to take some getting used to. It had been almost three years since she had last been allowed to speak her mind without being hurt for it. Dogs sounded nice, and so did having her wounds seen to. There were a few she wasn’t sure about being infected or needing stitches or both. The blonde’s small hands held out the collar for him to put it on her.
Dean smiled at her and took the collar, fastening it around her neck loosely so it wouldn't rub at any of her sores. "You can talk all you want with me," he assured her. "Would you like me to carry you, or can you walk?" He brushed a strand of matted blonde hair away from her face. "I don't mind either way. I want to do what makes you comfortable." He offered his hand for her to take. "Come along, darling. It's time to go home."