Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Recovery is a hard road for Dean and Sam
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 XII 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


Dean watched as Sam escorted the policeman from his room making promises that Sam couldn’t keep. It had been two days since Dean had been brought to the hospital and he was going stir crazy. He felt like the walls were closing in on him and Sam and Lucy breathing down his neck wasn’t helping. He had asked nicely, well as nicely as he could, that they both get out of his face and leave him alone, but neither one of them would back off. Lucy pressured him to eat and sleep, while Sam smiled in amusement, and Sam pressured him to talk about his ordeal to a shrink and to the cops, but he refused to cooperate.

The police had come to his room three times asking for a report, and they didn’t find it particularly amusing when he told them that he had joined a cult for blood-sucking cattle mutilators and that one of the pledges for the cult had mistaken him for a cow during hazing week. They also didn’t find it amusing when he told them that he had been drugged at a Rocky Horror Picture Show Festival, and a Dr. Frank-N-Furter look alike attacked him thinking that he was Rocky wearing a Speedo. Just a few moments ago, when he finally told them that he had been seduced and raped by a powerful vampire, they lost all patience with him accusing him on hindering their investigation. They had even threatened to arrest him for aiding in the escape of a known rapist, but Sam had talked them out of pressing charges against someone who was obviously mentally unstable, and Sam was in the process of promising them full cooperation once Dean had recovered from the experience.

Dean watched as Sam closed the door on the cop and released a sigh of relief. It had also been two agonizing days since Sam’s first wet dream, and Dean found himself growing more and more agitated with his brother’s lusty stares and innuendoes. He didn’t think that Sam meant to broadcast his attraction, but Dean could see it a mile away, and he fought hard not to hate his brother for his wants and needs because Sam had been used and abused by Christian as well, and he knew that they had to stick together to overcome the tragedy.

Sam stared at the closed door thinking about how close Dean had come to being arrested protecting a rapist. He didn’t know what the hell to do with Dean who was acting like a spoiled brat refusing to cooperate with the doctors, nurses, and him. He was pissed that Dean was acting like all was well and that the he was fine and dandy and ready to go hunting again. It had only been two days since Christian had died, and he knew deep down inside that Dean had loved the vampire and that Dean held a grudge against him for killing the vamp.

Dean watched as Sam turned slowly towards him giving him the ‘what the fuck is wrong with you look.’ “Sam, I told the man the truth and he accused me of lying. What do you want me to say?”

“You could have lied,” Sam reasoned.

“I already tried that and it didn’t work,” Dean replied turning gingerly on his side away from his brother’s glare.

“Of course you did, what was I thinking?” Sam commented walking towards Dean’s bed. “You told them that you were a member of a blood-sucking cow mutilation cult…”

“A perfectly reasonable explanation,” Dean interrupted.

“And Dr. Frank-N-Furter attacked you at a Rocky Horror Picture Show Festival?”

“I admit that was a little twisted, but it was fun,” Dean explained smiling. “You should have seen the look on his face when I told him that the Doc thought I was Rocky in a Speedo.”

Sam walked over towards the window clenching his fists in frustration, “Why the fuck are you being like this?”

“Like what?”

“Difficult. You could have told them a more realistic lie,” Sam began.

“Really,” Dean asked staring at his brother’s back.

“You could have told them that some dude attacked you in a ski mask and…”

“And what, raped me in the back of some alley?”

Sam turned around facing Dean whose face was still discolored and bruised slightly on both cheeks, “It’s better than telling the cops the truth!”

“What truth would that be? That a vamp did this to me or that you helped?”

Sam stared in disbelief at Dean’s accusing glare, “I didn’t help him Dean! He forced me to do that stuff to you!”

Dean closed his eyes trying to block out the feeling of Sam’s cock in his mouth while Christian fucked him from behind. “Well, you didn’t seem to find it too difficult to perform at the time.”

It took everything in Sam not to smack his brother in the head in anger, “You fucking asshole, you told me that it was alright. That my reaction was perfectly normal under the circumstances, besides, I remember you shooting your load on my thigh while Christian fucked you raw, so it must not have bothered you that much either!”

Dean opened his eyes and glared at Sam, “I’m not the one having wet dreams.”

Sam stepped towards the bed daring Dean to continue, “What the fuck did you say to me?”

Dean set his jaw squarely and didn’t back down an inch from his angry brother. “You have been having wet dreams about me Sammy and don’t try to deny it. I watch you sleep and your moans and the tent in your pants makes it pretty obvious what you’re dreaming about.”

Sam was dumbfounded. He had not expected Dean to figure out the truth so soon. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Give me a break Sam. I deserve to know the truth.”

“What truth? I don’t dream about you in that way, and the other night was done only to keep us alive from that maniac that you hooked up with like some naive virgin in high school.”

“I’m not naïve. He fooled me; that’s all.”

Sam sat down into the chair hard ignoring the moans of complaint coming from the legs of the chair. “Dean, you’re a fucking expert hunter, how could you have not known he was a vamp?”

Dean flinched with the cold accusation, “You’re supposed to be convincing me, the victim, that this wasn’t my fault and …”

“But it is your fault Dean, “Sam interrupted. “You fell for his charms and his promises, and you let that fucker into our world and almost got Dad and I killed in the process.”

Dean struggled to keep the tears from falling; the truth of Sam’s statement was more painful than he wanted to admit. “Just like you to turn this around on me.”

“What are you talking about Dean?”

“This is about you and your failures not mine!”

“My failures? I’m the one who killed the bastard, while all you did was spread your legs like some fucking whore!”

“Get out,” Dean demanded through clenched teeth.

“No, we’re not through here,” Sam replied crossing his arms. “I’m sorry that the truth hurts so much, but for the last two days you’ve been acting like all is normal and that nothing is wrong with you.”

“Get out Sam!”

“No, at least you being angry at me is a sign that you’re feeling something inside besides blackness and self-hatred.”

“It’s funny because I wasn’t feeling self-hatred until now. Thanks for opening my eyes to my failures and proving to me that I asked for this abuse,” Dean replied attempting to sit up.

“What are you doing Dean? Sit back down,” Sam demanded.

“I’m getting the fuck out of here, and if you want to continue this oh, so lovely line of conversation, I suggest you help me to get dressed and drive me the fuck out of this hellhole.”

Sam stood up promptly grabbing Dean’s elbow, “You’re not going anywhere Dean. You can barely standup.”

“Let me go Sam and go sign me out AMA,” Dean commanded yanking his elbow out of Sam’s grasp.

“Dean, look, I’m sorry I said those things to you I didn’t mean it. Please lay back down; you’re in no condition to leave.” Dean walked slowly over to the small closet where Sam had placed his bag from the car. He bent over wincing in pain but managed to grab the bag by the handle and proceeded to carry the bag over to the bed. Sam grabbed the bag from Dean, “Let me help you with that. You’re as weak as a…”

Dean released the bag letting it fall into Sam’s hand, “As weak as a what, a little girl, a bitch?”

Sam realized his mistake immediately. He cussed himself for not doing as well as he could have in his human-psych class at Stanford. He was pretty sure he was doing everything feasibly wrong under the circumstances. “No, you’re just weaker than usual, and I know that you are still in pain and not sleeping all that well; although you pretend to be asleep when Lucy comes into to check on you.”

“God, what time is it?”

Sam looked at his watch in confusion, “It’s 5:30, why?”

Dean unzipped his bag quickly and began dragging out the cleanest clothes he could find. “Lucy is going to be here in thirty minutes. We have to get out of here before then or she’ll tie me to the bed and make me stay.”

“Which wouldn’t be a bad idea,” Sam smiled.

“Yes it would be Sam. I have to get out of here. This place is driving me crazy. I need to hunt something and kill it, so I can feel like I’m worth something again, can you understand that?”

Sam pulled Dean’s boots out his bag, “Yeah, I understand that Dean, but it’s only been two days.”

“Two days too long as far as I’m concerned, “Dean commented sitting down on the bed and pulling on a pair of jeans.

Sam watched as Dean got dressed noting the winces of pain that Dean tried to hide, and the tiny moans of discomfort that came from bending over to put on his boots. “Dean, are you sure about this? You’re practically drained from just getting dressed. How the hell are you going to walk to the car?”

Dean yanked out the IV lines and pulled on his grey T-shirt, “I’ll manage. Now, are you going to help me or not?”

“And what if I don’t,” Sam asked zipping Dean’s bag back up and handing him his blue jacket.

“Regardless if you help or not, I am out of here, but I would prefer that you go with me,” Dean commented washing his face quickly in the sink and squeezing some toothpaste into his mouth.

“You’d want me to come even after what I said and what you think I dream about,” Sam asked watching Dean in the mirror.

Dean rinsed out his mouth and ran his finger through his hair attempting to push the wild hairs aside. “You mean what I know you’re dreaming about?” Sam didn’t answer the cruel question, so Dean thought it best to let the issue rest for the time being. “I want you come because…”

Sam smiled, “Because I’m your brother and you love me?”

“Actually, I’m afraid that I might wreck my baby in this condition, so I need a designated driver,” Dean joked giving himself a final check in the mirror.

“Good to know that I’m needed,” Sam grinned while grabbing Dean’s bag. “Meet me at the elevators while I sign you out. Be ready to move because they’re not going to be happy about you leaving so early.”

“We could just leave,” Dean suggested.

“No, I want to get a copy of the meds they got you on and see if I can get my hands on any before we leave,” Sam explained opening the door slowly and looking for any signs of medical staff. “The hall is clear, get going.” He watched as Dean slowly made himself down the long hall to the elevator wondering why the hell he always let Dean win. “You are so fucking weak around him,” he murmured to himself. He knew that the only place he could control Dean was in is dreams, and he had gotten quite fond of sleeping since those particular dreams had begun, but no amount of accusations would ever get him to admit the truth to Dean.

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Dean could feel the steel-hard shaft impaling him and he closed his eyes in pleasure. He straddled Christian’s hips fucking himself slowly on the vampire’s cock eliciting moans of bliss coming from the immortal underneath him. He arched his back in licked his lips enjoying the hardness between his legs and clenched his inner muscles desperately needing the vampire’s dead seed inside him.

“Dean, you are so good for me. We will be perfect together,” Christian whispered.

Dean smiled and placed his hands on the vampire’s chest for support and began riding the hard dick in earnest.

“That’s it love. Work your greedy hole on my cock…you were meant for me,” Christian moaned.

Dean squeezed the vampire’s nipples expecting to feel soft cool flesh, but instead he felt dry flaky flesh. He opened his eyes and sat still as the shock of Christian’s appearance became apparent.

“What’s the matter Dean, don’t you like what you’re brother did to me?”

Dean stared in alarm at the burnt black flesh on Christian’s face and on his chest. Christian’s green eyes stood in contrast to the charred skin, which was flaking off and new pink flesh could be seen underneath. He began to panic and attempted to get off the repulsive body.

Christian grabbed Dean’s arms not allowing him to get up, “What’s the matter baby, don’t you like my new look?” Christian grabbed Dean by the back of the neck and pulled his rotten lips close to Dean’s mouth, “I thought the rotting flesh on my cock, which is falling off by the way, would feel even better than usual.”

“Let me go you sick fuck!” Dean demanded.

“You know you like it Dean,” Christian taunted arching his hips and pushing his dick further inside the human.

Dean swung out and hit Christian in the face only to see the blackened flesh on his cheek peel off onto his hand. “Let me go!” Dean hysterically begged attempting to wipe the dead flesh from his hand onto the ground below. Recognition slowly seeped in when he saw his hand not on sheets from a bed but on dirt covered in a thick slimy substance.

“You like my new home? It was kind of your brother to give me such a wonderful place to rest,” the vampire smiled arching up inside Dean once again.

Dean looked at the ground closely realizing that the substance covering the dirt was blood. “What the fuck is this Christian?”

The vampire held onto Dean tightly as his release filled the warm body with his sticky cum, and he thoroughly enjoyed the look of repulsion on the human’s face. “What, I’m a little burnt and now you don’t want me?”

Dean held in the urge to throw up as the vampire’s spunk coated his inner walls. “Why are you like this and why is there blood?”

“I thought you were smarter than this Dean…did you really think I would let you get away this easy?” Dean began shaking as the vampire pressed his rotting lips to his mouth and licked his lips with his hard brittle tongue. “You’re mine and I’m coming for you…and this time, you’re brother dies.”

“No, let me go!” Dean shouted into the darkness of the Impala.

“Dean, wake up, it’s just a nightmare,” Sam instructed.

Dean looked out onto the black road, “How long was I out?”

“Not long, maybe half an hour,” Sam answered keeping one eye on the road and the other on his brother. “We’re headed towards Billings, Montana. We’ll be crossing the state line in an hour or so.”

“Good…I’ll die happy if I never see this God forsaken state again.”

Sam clenched his hands on the steering wheel, “You want to talk about the nightmare?

Dean stared out the window attempting to hold in his fears and his apprehension, “Nope, like you said, it was just a nightmare.”

“Nothing I should know about?” Sam asked eagerly.

“No, it doesn’t involve you,” Dean replied ignoring his brother’s intense stare.

“Did it involve Christian?”

“Nope,” Dean lied.

“Are you sure?” Sam doubtfully asked.

“I’m sure. Now leave me alone and keep driving.”

“Dean, if this was another warning dream, I think I have the right to know,” Sam commanded.

Dean finally looked at Sam in frustration, “That would mean that the bastard is alive and we both know that it is impossible for a vamp to come back after what you did to him.”

“Yeah…I know, but you’ve been holding a lot back from me lately, and I don’t want find myself at the end of his fangs one day.”

“Sam, he’s not alive. It was just a nightmare. Can we please drop the subject?”

“Yeah, okay…whatever,” Sam responded cranking up Quiet Riot to a comfortable level. He knew that Christian was dead, but he couldn’t help the feeling in his gut that Dean was keeping something from him. He pressed down hard on the accelerator letting the music take his mind off of Dean and Christian and instead fantasized about a shower and a certain naked brother under the hot wet spray…


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Sicily sat by the mound of dirt that covered her brother’s remains and ran her hand over the loose dirt sensing her brother’s recovery. She was pleased with Christian’s progress over the last 48 hours, and she knew that it wouldn’t be long before her brother pulled himself from the ground to seek his revenge on the brothers. Once again, she thought fondly of her Sire who had created her because of her abilities with magic and curses. She had been raised in a Romanian village where she had been taught by her grandmother the gypsy curses and spells that protected her people. Her Sire had seen the addition of a gypsy to his flock as a helpful ally and as bitter insult to the gypsy people.

She had used her spells to protect her new family throughout the years from hunters and other magical beings, and now her skills had been able to raise Christian from the dead. She had used a spell to gather Christian’s ashes from the surrounding area into the hole her brother Marco had dug, and she filled it with the blood of the two males her brother Michel had offered. Together they buried the blood and ashes and waited for the ashes to reform into Christian. Each night she sat by the grave reciting the resurrection spell her grandmother had taught her hoping that flesh would begin forming from ashes. She talked to Christian and encouraged him to rise from the grave, but she knew that it would take a few nights for a full resurrection to occur.

She listened intently to her brother’s thoughts smiling at the image of the human being raped by Christian’s rotting burnt flesh. “Brother, you will get your revenge soon.” She caressed the ground softly attempting to pass her living energy onto her brother, “He is beautiful Christian. Will he be part of the family or will you kill him along with the others?” She closed her eyes listening intently to Christian’s mind. She waited patiently for his response to the question giggling at the answer. “That sounds perfect for such a little naughty little boy. What can I do to help?”


Part XII coming soon??
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