Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean begins a slow recovery
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: language, violence, non-con, WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/OMC and Dean/Sam
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: mentions of Pilot, Skin, Home, and Asylum
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Warner Bros., Wonderland Sound and Vision, McG, Eric Kripke, and Robert Singer. I am only borrowing their characters for my own personal pleasure and no permanent harm will come to them.
Author’s Notes:
1. I tend to write dark slash stories and this one is no exception so consider this as a warning. I decided to add some Wincest into the mix but it is definitely a forced situation.
2. This is Part XI of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment.
3. My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.
4. Dreams are in italics.


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Coeur d` Alene, Idaho

Sam stared at the form of his sleeping brother in worry. It had been eight hours since Dean had been attended to in the emergency room, but he still looked deathly pale and remained unconscious. He claimed to have no knowledge of how his brother, Charlie Billings, had gotten attacked. Being questioned by the medical staff about bite marks and blood loss had been difficult but the questions about Dean’s sexual abuse had been downright uncomfortable. Sam claimed that he had found his brother in this condition with no logical explanation of how it had happened. He hated lying to the nurses and doctors who were trying to help Dean, but what rational person would believe him if he told them that Dean had been raped and tortured by a vampire?

He wished that he could had avoided the hospital altogether, but he knew that Dean needed professional care. What he hated more than anything was the stupid law in place that required medical staff to notify the police in cases of sexual assault. The police had already questioned him on Dean’s condition, but he denied any involvement in the incident. It was obvious that the officer did not believe him, and he knew that the officer would be back to question Dean once he regained consciousness. He already knew that Dean would refuse to cooperate with the officials because there was no way in hell that Dean would implicate Sam in Christian’s death or bring his father into the investigation. The question was how much would the officer push Dean for information and how much pressure could Dean take before cracking?

He stared at Dean noticing the bruises on his face and neck and felt a renewed flush of anger towards the vampire. Christian had brutalized his brother for no other reason than to gain control and typical Dean had fought him every step of the way. Never had he seen his brother so broken and worn down, and never had he himself felt so out of control. He had enjoyed killing the vampire, and he wished that he could have dragged the painful death out for days giving the bastard a taste of his own medicine. The only thing that had held him back from slipping into his dark place was his father. It was ironic that John Winchester had ended up being the hero of the night, when just days earlier Sam had been calling his father a coward.

“Stop thinking so much,” Dean softly requested from his bed.

Sam instantly jumped up out of the chair and got closer to the bed, “How you feeling,” Sam asked.

“Like something ate me and threw me back up.”

Sam smiled softly, “The doctor said that you’ll probably be feeling better in a couple of days. You lost a lot of blood and it’s going to take awhile for your body to recover.”

Who’s body,” Dean inquired.

It took a moment for Sam to realize what Dean meant, “Umm…Charlie Billings.”

“And that would make you David Billings?”

“Yeah, but Dean…,” Sam began.

“Is my car okay,” Dean asked interrupting.

Sam’s eyes arched in surprise, “Yes, your precious car is fine but your not.”

“I’ll get over it,” Dean simply replied.

Sam decided it best not to push Dean into talking about Christian. “You want me to get the nurse to bring you something to eat?”

“No thanks. I really just want to go back to sleep if that’s okay with you.”

Sam watched Dean’s eyes drooping and sat back into the chair, “Get some rest Dean. I’ll be here when you wake up.” It wasn’t long before Dean fell asleep. Sam listened to Dean’s soft breathing feeling his own eyes getting heavy and he allowed himself to be lulled into some much needed sleep.


Sam watched as Dean sucked Christian’s cock like the eager slut that he was, “You really like that cock don’t you?” Dean looked up at his brother arching his eyebrows but continued to suck away at Christian’s hard shaft. The three of them were in the farmhouse living room naked; Christian and Sam were sitting on the couch, while Dean was on his knees taking turns at sucking each of them off.

“You’re brother is certainly good at this,” Christian moaned rubbing his hands tenderly through Dean’s hair. Christian watched Sam stroking his own swollen prick and smiled, “You’ve wanted him like this for years haven’t you?”

“Yes,” Sam whispered.

“Wanted his hot mouth on your long dick sucking your hot jizz down his throat…”

“Yes,” Sam cried as Dean’s mouth found the head of his cock and began sucking on it gently.

Christian watched in amusement as the two brothers played with each other. He pinched Sam’s nipples and licked the side of his neck as Dean attacked his dick with his insatiable mouth. “I bet you’ve thought about mounting him like a bitch in heat haven’t you?”

“God yes…I want that so badly,” Sam whimpered as Dean’s talented mouth attempted to suck him dry.

“You want to fuck your pretty brother in the ass don’t you? You want to shoot your cum all inside him marking him as yours don’t you?” Christian teased as he twisted Sam’s nipples into tiny pebbles of hardness. “You want him begging for it like a whore purring in pleasure don’t you?”

“Yes…” Sam shuddered as he felt the twinge of an orgasm creeping out of his testicles up his hard shaft towards Dean’s wanton mouth.

“Stop Dean,” Christian ordered. Dean did as he was told with some obvious pouting, “Stop that lip quivering, “Christian laughed. “There’s plenty more for you my beautiful slut.” He guided Dean’s mouth back to his own cock, “Sam, get behind your brother and mount him.”

Sam stared at Christian in shock, “You’d be willing to let me fuck him?”

“Of course you can. We’re going to all be one happy family soon, and I might as well get used to you playing with your brother,” Christian smiled as Dean’s swollen lips slid down the length of his prick. He watched as Sam approached Dean from behind, “But be warned, you only get to touch him when I give you permission. Is that understood?”

“Of course, do you have anything for lubrication?”

“You don’t want to take him dry,” Christian asked.

“He’s been quite well behaved don’t you think? He deserves some tenderness.”

“Very well,” Christian replied bringing two of his fingers up to his own mouth. He bit into his fingers causing blood to pour freely from the wounds. “Come up here,” he ordered Sam. Once Sam was standing up, Christian stroked Sam’s cock firmly with his blood-covered fingers. Sam watched in fascination as his dick was coated with Christian’s life-giving blood. He felt a strong desire to taste the blood but didn’t dare to do so. “That should be good and slick enough for your brother’s fuck hole.”

Sam looked down at Dean who had not stopped sucking Christian’s cock and stoked his back tenderly, “You ready big brother?”

For the first time, Dean relinquished Christian’s cock, “God yes…I’ve wanted you to fuck me for years.”


Dean had been awoken during Sam’s dream and watched in interest at his brother’s response to the dream. Months of watching Sam having nightmares and getting visions had taught Dean to recognize Sam’s body language, and the light sheen of sweat on Sam’s face, the soft moans of pleasure, and the rather large tent in Sam’s pants made it quite clear to Dean that Sam was having a sexual dream. He knew without asking that Sam was dreaming about him. He knew that Christian’s game in the basement had caused Sam to face some realities and one of those was that he found his own brother sexually attractive. Dean had played off Sam’s fevered reaction to him in the basement as natural under the circumstances, but he knew that Christian had not really forced Sam to participate, and he had no doubt that Sam wanted him in a sexual capacity, and it scared the living hell out of him.

Christian had done a real number on him. Dean was utterly confused about his feelings for the vampire. Christian made him beg for sex like a slut, forced him into sex when he got pissed, and yet made love to him and made him feel wanted and needed like no one had ever done before. Part of him was glad that Christian was gone, while another part of him wanted to be back in his arms drinking his blood, making an eternal bond. It had only been a few hours since Christian’s destruction and he still felt some sort of connection to the vamp. He had been able to feel Christian’s pain at Sam’s hands but more importantly he could feel the vamp’s misery and anger at his own betrayal. He knew that Sam would have killed Christian without his approval, but giving Sam the thumbs-up had broken Christian’s heart.

Dean wiped away a tear that ran down his cheek. Why the hell did he feel so sorry for the vampire? The bastard had done nothing but torment him, so why did he feel sad about Christian’s death? “Get a grip Dean,” he whispered to himself. He took a final look at Sam who was clenching the arms of the chair in obvious pleasure and closed his eyes in an attempt to ignore the fact that his own brother was getting ready to jizz in his pants over him.


Sam closed his eyes in ecstasy as Deans quivering hole opened up willingly for his cock. Dean’s tight walls bathed his dick in warmness and Christian’s blood made the trip into Dean’s passage quite easy. “Tell me you want this Dean.”

Dean released Christian’s cock, arched his back, and squeezed Sam’s cock with his inner muscles, “I want this so bad Sam. You feel so fucking good in me.”

Sam’s legs were shaking in pleasure as he mounted his brother for the first time. He squeezed Dean’s ass hard and pulled his cheeks apart taking a better look at his cock as it made its way in and out of Dean. “Tell me you like this Dean,” he begged.

Dean stroked Christian’s cock with his hand as Sam fucked him thoroughly, “I fucking love it Sam…Yes…I love your cock inside me.”

Sam closed his eyes tightly resisting the orgasm that so desperately wanted to escape. He bit his lower lip hard enough until he tasted blood. He watched as Christian used his thumb to gather the blood off of his lip and stick it into his own mouth devouring Sam’s blood in obvious hunger. Sam felt Dean clenching down on his cock and hissed, “Stop being so greedy Dean,” he ordered slapping the sides of Dean’s ass.

Dean arched forward, “Fuck yeah…Slap my ass,” he pleaded.

“Such an eager slut,” Sam laughed as he continued to slap Dean’s ass.

Christian ran his hands down Dean’s flank reaching under to pinch his nipples. “You like that baby? You liked being slapped and fucked at the same time?”

Sam continued to pound into Dean and slap his ass until is was colored in red, “Hell yeah he likes it!” Sam watched as his brother sucked eagerly on Christian’s cock, while the vampire played with his nipples, “I want you to come on my dick Dean. I want you to shoot that sweet cum all over the floor.”

Christian licked his lips in pleasure, “That’s it Sam, fuck the cum out of him…that’s so fucking hot,” Christian encouraged pushing Dean’s head further down on his cock.

Dean looked up into Christian’s eyes as he felt the vampire’s dead seed pumping into his mouth. He swallowed every drop enjoying the feeling of the thick cool liquid coating his throat. He felt Sam’s cock swelling inside him, and he clamped down hard on Sam’s dick making Sam scream in pleasure.

“You fucking greedy bitch,” Sam moaned as Dean’s ass tore the orgasm out of him. He pumped his spunk into his brother smiling in pleasure as he felt Dean’s body shaking. “That’s it baby, come on my dick…God, we should have been doing this for years.”


Sam felt the warmness splatter into his pants and awoke instantly. He took a quick look over at Dean making sure that his brother was still sleeping. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead and took in a couple of shaky breaths. His heart was racing and his throat was dry. It had been one of the most intense wet dreams he had ever had, and he was not filling particularly shameful of his reaction to fucking his own brother, while Christian had held Dean in place.

He stood up gingerly and went quietly into the small hospital bathroom. He looked into the mirror noting his red cheeks and his swollen lips. He must have been biting on his lips subconsciously during the dream trying to keep quiet, so as not to awaken Dean. He splashed water on his face and rinsed his mouth out with the cool liquid. He wet some paper towels and attempted to clean the mess in his pants off as much as possible some what embarrassed that he had shot cum into his pants in a public place. What if a nurse had come in during the dream or worse yet, what if Dean had woken up during the dream and saw his reaction? He knew that there was no way in hell Dean could handle his perverted desires at the moment, and he wasn’t sure that Dean would ever be open to a sexual relationship with man, much less his own brother.

He finished cleaning up, headed back out into the room, pulled the blinds slightly apart, and looked out into the late afternoon sky. The sky was filled with dark grey clouds signaling that a storm was most likely approaching. He could see the Impala from Dean’s hospital room and smiled. That car meant the world to Dean and as much as he hated to admit it, it meant a lot to him as well. The car was an extension of Dean’s personality, and he loved everything about Dean, even his stubbornness and attempts at denial. He was worried for his brother. Christian had fucked Dean’s body, mind, and spirit, the body would eventually heal, but would the mind and spirit?

“You can open the blinds if you want,” Dean said as he turned on the television with the bedside control button.

Sam turned around startled to hear Dean’s voice, “How long have you been awake?”

“I just woke up,” Dean lied flipping the channels on the television in boredom. “Please tell me there’s something on to watch. What time is it?”

Sam looked at his watch. “A little after six. Are you hungry?”

“No,” Dean answered pausing on an old Stargate SG-1 episode.

“Dean, when’s the last time you ate.” Sam asked filled with concern.

Dean shrugged, “Clueless, but I’m not hungry, so leave me alone about it.”

Before Sam could argue, a nurse walked in to check on Dean’s stats. “Glad to see that you’re up Mr. Billings. My name is Lucy and I’ll be your nurse for tonight.” Dean smiled at her in acknowledgment but didn’t say anything. “I’ve ordered you a tray and it should be here in a few minutes.”

“I don’t want anything to eat,” Dean explained looking back up at the television.

“Doctor Reeves wants you drinking chicken broth and eating Jell-O for the next three days.” Lucy reasserted.

Dean turned his attention to large African-American nurse who reminded him a lot of Missouri, “I don’t really care what he wants me to do. I don’t want to eat, and I’m not staying here for three days.”

Lucy ignored Dean’s rant and instead wrote numbers down from the monitor which recorded Dean’s blood pressure, oxygen levels, and pulse, and she placed the thermometer in his mouth to record his temperature. “You need anything else for the moment?”

Sam was impressed that Lucy had not gotten riled up over Dean’s stubbornness, “We have it for now, thank you Lucy.” She smiled at Sam and left the room closing the door behind her. “You do not have to be rude to your nurses Dean.”

Dean refused to look at Sam, “I wasn’t being rude. I was making a statement. I will not eat and I will not stay here for three days.”

“Dean, you don’t have much of a choice in the matter. You’re weakened from blood loss, you’re in pain, you’re on IV meds keeping you filled with antibiotics and pain killers, and you have to talk to the cops and to a psychiatrist before they will release you.”

Dean shot daggers at Sam with his eyes, “I have to what!”

“Dean, calm down or you’re going to hurt yourself. It’s only been twelve hours since Christian was destroyed. You are too vulnerable right now to…”

“Shut the fuck up Sam! Don’t say that name in my presence again, and don’t act all concerned about me and my well-being.”

Sam was dumbfounded, “Act? You think I’m acting concerned about you? What the hell is that suppose to me?”

Dean ran his hand through his hair in frustration, “Just forget I said it. I know you’re concerned, but I’m not a weakling. I will get through this, and I don’t need you, the cops, or a shrink telling me otherwise.”

Sam studied Dean closely noting the wetness in the eyes, “I know what you’re trying to do and it’s not going to work.”

Dean closed his eyes in exhaustion, “What’s that?”

Sam walked over to Dean’s bed, “You want to push me away and pretend that everything is just fine.”

Dean felt Sam’s hand closing over his own and pulled it away, “Don’t touch me Sam.”

Sam’s feelings were hurt but Dean’s reaction to being touch was perfectly acceptable, “I would never hurt you Dean. You know that right?”

Dean watched Jack O’Neill on Stargate SG-1 shooting Replicators on Thor’s ship wishing that life was as simple as a TV show. “Sometimes we do things we never thought we’d do.”

It was barely whispered but Sam heard Dean’s reply, and he swallowed hard in dread. “What are you talking about Dean?”

Dean continued to stare at the television, “Just ignore me Sam. I’m exhausted and my mind is numb right now. I didn’t mean anything by it. I know you’d never hurt me,” he lied thinking about Sam’s fevered dream.

Lucy walked in with Dean’s tray and placed it on the rolling server. She pulled the server over the bed and up to Dean’s chest. She pulled off the lid to the broth and the Jell-O, “Here’s dinner. Now be a good boy and do as you’re told,” she challenged Dean. “Unless, you want me to shove a tube up your nose and force the food down into your stomach,” she added smiling.

“You don’t have much of a bedside manner do you?” Dean remarked sarcastically reaching for the green Jell-O.

“Honey, I’m sensitive to your condition, and I know many nurses who would let you wallow in depression for a couple of days before they got tough with you on this issue of food, but it’s my experience that its best to make patients in your condition eat and sleep during the first three days of recovery.”

Dean didn’t need Lucy to explain the condition she was referring to, “Fine, but I don’t want to talk to the cops or to a psychiatrist.”

Lucy understood Dean’s hesitation, but rules were rules, “Charlie, I’ll let the doctor know your hesitation to talk, but I can’t promise anything.” She looked over at the younger brother in silent understanding. There was no way to avoid the cops or the psychiatrist.

“I’ll make sure he eats Lucy,” Sam remarked looking at his stubborn brother.

“I’ll be back in later to give you something to sleep,” she said expecting an argument out of the young man. When she got none, she turned around and left the room quietly.

Ultimately, Dean ate the Jell-O but refused to touch the chicken broth. Instead of giving Dean a hard time about it, both Lucy and Sam counted their blessings and saw it as a step in the right direction. By nine o’clock that night, Dean had been given a sedative, which gave him many hours of dreamless sleep. Unfortunately, Sam didn’t have such medicine, and his night was once again filled with the unnatural desire of claiming Dean with a brutal fuck…


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30 miles east of Coeur d` Alene, Idaho

The three dark figures drove their vehicle down the drive of an isolated farmhouse in Rose Lake. Sicily, the oldest of the three looked at the two-story house sitting at the end of the road. She took in the house’s white paint and hunter green shutters searching for any signs of her brother. Sicily’s long red hair with black streaks stood in contrast to her two younger brothers who were both black-headed with green eyes. All three siblings had been searching for their older brother for weeks, following signs that only their eyes would catch and understand.

Michel stopped the large German sedan that they had stolen in front of the house looking intently for any signs of his brother’s presence. He stepped out of the car and began investigating the yard, while his twin brother Marco walked towards the porch. Both brothers wore matching red suits with black undershirts, and they were both only slightly shorter than their missing brother. Sicily, who wore a simple black dress with long silver necklaces, took in a deep breath and smelt the air for a familiar smell. “Can you smell him,” she asked her brothers.

Michel and Marco smiled wickedly at their beautiful sister, “Yes, he is near.”

“Can you sense the other?” she asked walking towards the back of the house.

Her brothers followed her unsure of what she was referring to, “You mean the humans who lived here?”

Sicily had always been the strongest of the three when it came to sensing blood and the primal need that their kind had for the vital substance. She knew her brother quite well, and knew that he had come to this house for a specific reason, “His future fledgling was here with him. Can’t you smell the sweetness of torture and blood?” She closed her eyes willing her brother to show her more. She caught her breath in astonishment when she saw the boy her brother had fallen so hard for, “He’s beautiful. No wonder Christian was so determined to have him.”

The twins closed their eyes in an attempt to see what Sicily saw but it was useless. The blood-bond Sicily had with Christian was powerful and they were lucky that they could even sense his presence at the farm. The four of them had been created by the same Sire, Christian being the oldest and Sicily being a close second, while the twins were a mere fifty-years old. They had not had as much opportunity to feast upon Christian’s blood as Sicily had, so they trusted her visions of Christian completely. “Did the boy destroy Christian,” they asked simultaneously.

Sicily frowned in anger, “No…he broke our brother’s heart but he did not destroy him.”

“Who did,” Marco asked licking his fangs.

Sicily continued walking around the yard until she came to the first small patch of ash, “The boy’s brother and father intervened before Christian cold complete the transformation.” She bent down and touched the ash with her index finger smiling sadly at her brother’s remains, “He was so close to having the perfect mate, but the boy and his family were…hunters?”

Michel was surprised, “Why would he get involved with a hunter? Isn’t that risky?”

Marco snorted, “Obviously, he’s nothing but ashes now.”

Sicily wondered what would have caused her brother to take such a chance, “Why don’t we ask him? Surely, even you two weaklings can sense Christian’s presence here?”

“Of course we can, but he’s a pile of ashes now. There’s nothing we can do to help him,” Michel remarked.

“Plus the bastards spread the ashes all over the fucking yard,” Marco announced.

“Watch your language Marco. You know how much your brother dislikes a foul mouth,” Sicily ordered.

Marco laughed, “What’s he going to do about it?”

Sicily ignored her brother and instead turned her attention to Michel, “Go to town and bring me two young males; preferably virgins, but not absolutely necessary.”

“Why?” Michel asked.

“Michel, you forget what I once was before our beloved Sire found me,” she replied waiting for the memory to slowly creep into her brother’s slow brain. She had never understood the fascination her Sire had with the two boys. They were pretty in the face, but they were as dim as snails. “Never mind, I’ll explain later. Just go get me what I’ve asked for.” She watched as Michel made his way for the car, “And don’t snack on them. I’ll need every drop of their blood for this to work.”

“What do you want me to do,” Marco asked full of curiosity.

“Find a shovel and start digging a hole where I stand. We’ll need it for the next couple of days,” she replied turning around to go inside the house.

“What are you going to do?”

Sicily continued walking up the porch and opened the front door smiling when she saw the drops of dried blood on the hardwood floor in the entryway. Her brother had certainly had a fun time with the two boys before the father showed up. She looked at her brother who looked slightly annoyed, “I have to get freshened up silly. You wouldn’t want our dear brother to see me looking like a mess would you?”

“You don’t seem to mind him seeing me covered in dirt and smelling like a pig,” Marco yelled out.

Sicily rolled her eyes at her brother’s dense ways, “He doesn’t care what you and Michel look like. He’s got a new toy that’s escaped and we’re going help him get it back,” she informed Marco before slamming the door shut.

Part XII coming soon??
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