Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XIV
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The prey is trapped
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 XIV 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.


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Greensboro, North Carolina

The sound of soft whimpering could be heard as Sam slowly awakened. He shook his head, opened his eyes, and focused on where the sound was coming from. He quickly took inventory of his surroundings; including the steel cage he was imprisoned in and the other cages surrounding his, which housed three teenage boys. His attention turned to a black-headed boy who was whimpering because the vampire who had choked Sam was approaching the boy’s cage. It was obvious that the boy was terrified of the vamp.

“Are you ready to play again David?” Michel asked tapping his long fingernail on the cage.

Sam’s gut clenched in dread for the boy. David was crawled up like a child in the far corner of the cage shaking his head and crying. “Why don’t you leave him alone?”

Michel turned his attention to Sam smiling slowly revealing his sharp fangs. “I don’t remember asking for your opinion Sam.” Michel walked towards Sam’s cage menacingly, “As a matter of fact, it’s your fault the boy is suffering in the first place.”

Sam wished that he could stand up in the cage, but the cage was small and he was forced to sit down and confront the vampire. “You would have done this no matter what.”

Michel leaned in towards the cage smelling Sam and smiled, “I can smell your fear human. Don’t try to mask it with false bravado. You killed my brother and now I’m going to kill you.”

Sam feigned a yawn, “That’s it, all of this drama just so you could kill me?”

Michel turned his attention back to David, “We’ll torture you first of course and teach that brother of yours not to betray one of us again.”

“Where’s Dean!” Sam yelled getting up on his knees.

Michel unlocked David’s cage and beckoned the young boy to come to the door with his index finger. “He’s around. I’m afraid my sister wanted first dabs at him, but I’ll get my turn eventually.”

“You touch him and I will kill you just like I did that bastard Christian!” Sam threatened gripping the cage bars with both his hands.

With a blur, Michel reached into the cage and grabbed David by the neck and dragged him out of the cage. “You’ll try to kill me but you’ll fail.” Michel twisted the boy around so that he was facing Sam’s cage. He kept his choke hold on the boy who was dangling in the air and licked the boy’s earlobe seductively. The boy whimpered louder as Michel’s other hand rubbed his crotch.

“Is this supposed to scare me?” Sam asked trying to block out the boy’s whimpers for help.

Michel unzipped David’s pants and shoved them down to his knees. “No…it’s supposed to excite you,” Michel grinned as he grabbed the boy’s cock and pulled on it hard. “I bet you’re wishing that you were me and that David was your brother aren’t’ you?”

“Is that really the best you can do?” Sam asked pushing the thoughts of Dean naked and on display out of his head.

Michel yanked the poor boy’s dick until it hardened on its own accord, “Mortals are so easy…especially men.” Without warning, Michel dropped David onto the floor and kicked him in the stomach. “You bore me! I should just kill you now…”

“Please don’t,” David begged gripping his stomach with his hands.

“Give me a reason not to drain you dry. You’re not even pretty,” Michel remarked kicking David in his back.

Sam winced from the brutal kick, “Leave him the fuck alone!”

Michel ignored Sam and instead gripped the boy’s hair in his hand and yanked him back up onto his feet. “Speak little puppy. Tell me why I should spare you.”

The boy’s pants were still at his knees and his cock was still embarrassingly hard despite the painful kicks. “I’ll do anything you want…”

“Boring,” Michel interrupted slapping the boy in the face. “You have to do better than that.”

David shook in fear, “I’m really good with numbers and I could manage your finances for you.”

Michel looked dumbfounded at the mortal, “Why would I need you to do that, do you think I’m too stupid to do math or something?”

“No…no, of course not; I just thought…you might need my help or something.”

Sam knew that the vamp would never let the boy live if he didn’t intervene. “Let him live and I’ll do anything you want.”

Michel released David’s hair and shoved him back onto the ground. “What makes you think you have a choice Sam?”

Sam swallowed down his anxiety and stared up defiantly at the vampire. “You know I’m a hunter, and if you kill that boy, I will piss on you as I burn your sorry ass.”

Michel looked back down at the boy. “Very crude Sam; yet so promising, and I can’t wait to see you try it.” He grabbed David by the ankle and began dragging him closer towards Sam’s cage. “I want to make sure you have a bird’s eye view Sammy.”

“Don’t you fucking call me that you piece of shit,” Sam replied gripping the cage bars until his knuckles turned white.

Michel laughed and twisted the boy’s ankle until it snapped, “Sammy…look what you made me do to poor David.” David screamed in agony from the broken bone. “Shall I break the other ankle Sammy?” David struggled to free himself from Michel’s grasp but the vampire held on firmly. “You keep moving like that boy and I will have to take a bite out of you.”

“Leave him alone!” Sam cried knowing that it was his fault that David was in the situation. The vamps had obviously kidnapped the boys in hope of luring the Winchesters to North Carolina, and it had worked hook, line, and sinker.

Michel ignored Sam’s pleas and instead released the boy momentarily. He watched as David attempted to crawl on his belly towards the basement stairs ignoring the pain of his bare crotch on the concrete floor. “Where are you going David? I’m not keeping you from something am I?”

Sam watched as the desperate boy crawled himself towards freedom, “Why don’t you play with me instead?”

Michel looked Sam up and down slowly and licked his lips seductively. “You’d be willing to play with me to save this worthless human?”

“Whatever it takes…Just let the boy go,” Sam pleaded once again.

“You’re that anxious to die, what about your brother, who’d help him?”

“Dean can take care of himself?” Sam confidently replied.

“Doesn’t seem that way to me Sammy,” Michel teased thrusting his hips in and out in a crude sexual manner.

“He could kill you twice before you even laid a hand on him,” Sam replied trying to ignore the vamp’s vulgar movement.

“You were both terribly simple to catch, and as much as you would like to not admit it, your brother is nothing but a little bitch who can’t keep his legs closed,” Michel remarked winking at Sam.

“Shut up,” Sam warned.

“What’s the matter Sammy, jealous?” He walked over to David who had managed to crawl a few feet away and stepped on the boy’s hand firmly until the bones snapped and boy screamed out in pain, “Admit it Sam, you wish you could be buried in your brother’s sweet ass don’t you?”

Sam closed his eyes against the forced image of his long cock sinking slowly into the depths of Dean’s tight heat. “Get the fuck out of my head you bastard!”

Michel listened to the boy’s screams turn to whimpers and frowned in disgust. “Shut the fuck up you little pussy,” he exclaimed as he kicked the boy hard in the face breaking his nose.

Sam looked at the beaten and broken boy and made one last attempt at saving him from further pain. “Put him away for now and play with me instead.”

Michel looked at Sam in deep thought and smiled, “You’d be willing to sacrifice yourself for a complete stranger?”

“Yes, just leave him alone.”

Michel looked back down at the boy who was crawled up into a little ball; the only defense he had left from the vicious vampire. “I really don’t think he’s worth it Sam.”

“Of course he is…” Sam began.

Michel grabbed the boy by the neck once again and yanked him to his feet, “No, he’s not,” he interrupted. “Besides, you’re not really my type…I prefer blondes,” the vampire replied as he tore into the neck of the young teenager and took his fill.

“No!” Sam screamed as he watched Michel drain the boy’s body of blood. He had never experienced seeing a real-life vampire feeding on its prey since most vamps liked feeding in private, and he was amazed at the swiftness of the attack. Within seconds, the boy’s body was dropped to the ground and he found a blood-drenched mouth smiling in his direction. “Don’t worry Sammy, I promise that you’ll die much slower and suffer an unfathomable amount.”

Sam stared in disgust at the dead body, “I can’t wait,” he whispered.

“I can’t wait either; especially for Dean to see your death and suffering,” Michel replied licking the blood off of his lips. “I hope he promises to do anything to save you…”

“Keep your fucking hands off him,” Sam advised.

Michel reached down and rubbed his crotch suggestively, “Who said anything about hands?”


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Dean felt wetness on his neck and brushed it aside with his hand. The wetness moved to his earlobe and tickled him mercilessly. He pushed the wetness away and relaxed back into the soft pillows.

“Wake up Sweetness,” a voice whispered.

Dean wanted nothing more than to ignore the voice and continue sleeping in the comfortable bed even though he knew something wasn’t right. He ignored the wetness on his cheek and instead focused on the grinding movements on his dick and opened his eyes sharply.

“There are those beautiful eyes I’ve so wanted to see,” Sicily grinned.

Dean looked up at the red-headed woman noting the suggestive position she had placed herself in. “You make a habit of straddling every man’s hips you meet?”

Sicily’s velvety laugh filled the room, “Only the naughty ones.” She circled her hips grinding harder onto Dean’s crotch eliciting a physical response from the mortal. “Looks like all of you is up for our encounter,” she teased leaning down and licking Dean’s cheek.

“Would you stop licking and humping me like some sort of horny dog?” Dean pleaded yanking his face to the side.

Sicily sat up straight and squeezed her legs tighter around Dean’s hips and slapped him sharply on the face. “I will do as I please, and you might as well get used to that lover boy.”

Dean winced from the sting on his cheek, “Let me guess, you’re related to Christian?”

Sicily rubbed her hands up Dean’s navy blue t-shirt pinching his nipples slightly. “I told my brothers you weren’t as stupid as you look.”

Dean’s brows arched in surprise, “I look stupid?”

Sicily noticed Dean blushing as her hands continued tweaking his nipples. “Not stupid, more like gullible. It’s amazing you and your brother survived this long in this line of work.”

Dean grabbed Sicily’s hands and stilled their movement. “Where’s Sam?”

Sicily bent down and came within inches of Dean’s face, “I can see why he wanted you…soft skin, sharp cheekbones, and the most adorable freckles.”

Dean ignored Sicily’s praise, “Where is my brother?”


She disregarded Dean’s question and continued her line of conversation. “You’re naïve to a fault and you have a mouth made for sin,” she whispered licking Dean’s lips lovingly.

Once again, Dean yanked his mouth from the vampire’s chilly tongue. “Where is my brother you bitch?”

Sicily pressed firmly down on Dean’s trapped cock and laughed when a small moan of discomfort escaped from Dean’s lips. “I tell you what, I’ll tell you where your brother is if you tell me where my brother is you stupid cunt.”

“Cunt…colorful language, you kiss your mommy with that mouth?” Dean asked pushing his hips up trying to dislodge the vampire.

“No, but I have been known to kiss my brothers with this mouth,” Sicily once again bent down and licked Dean’s throat enjoying the salty taste. “What about you, ever used that mouth of yours on your brother?”

Dean swallowed hard in dread as he felt the vampire’s fangs on his neck threatening to pierce his flesh. “Not willingly, but you already knew that didn’t you?”

Sicily smiled into the mortal’s flesh, “I know every filthy thing you’ve ever done with that mouth Dean and I can’t wait to see you do more with it on me and my brothers.” She took a deep breath enjoying the fresh smell of Dean’s flesh, “You smell weak and scared.”

“I’m not scared of you,” Dean whispered.

Sicily sat back up and placed her hands onto Dean’s shoulders, “You should be scared of me. Not only am I powerful and old, but I’m rather upset with you and your family.”

“Didn’t mean to get your panties in a wad,” Dean sarcastically remarked.

Once again, Sicily slapped Dean’s face causing a red welt to appear on is right cheek. “Your attitude does not suit me.”

“That’s what your brother said too, and yet he still wanted me,” Dean smiled at the vampire confidently.

“He still does,” a voice called from the door. “Sicily, I hope that you’re not having too much fun with him.”

Sicily twisted slightly so that she could see her brother entering the room. “You know I wouldn’t spoil him before you had your turn dearest brother.” Dean recognized the voice but refused to believe what he heard. He remained frozen in place afraid to see the owner of the other voice. “What’s the matter Dean, where’s that façade of toughness now?” Sicily asked while she removed herself from Dean’s hips and stood at the side of the bed.

Dean watched in apprehension as the stranger came from the dark shadow of the door frame into the soft light of the room. He recognized the suit of black, the tall lean form, the pale hands, and the raven-black hair instantly. The only sound he could hear in the room was his own labored breathing as the dark figure approached the bed. He felt his pulse quicken as the light captured the face of his greatest weakness. Gone was the perfect skin replaced by vivid scars that ran the course of the once beautiful face down the vampire’s neck and underneath the black suit. The scars of fire marred Christian’s skin and he couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that ran through his soul.

Christian watched Dean’s face closely for the kaleidoscope of emotions that passed briefly over the mortal’s fine features. He smiled tenderly at the small tears that escaped Dean’s eyes and ran down his cheeks onto his neck. “What’s the matter Precious, did you miss me?” Christian asked winking knowingly at Sicily.

Sicily laughed wickedly at her brother, “I think your boyfriend is in shock over your miraculous resurrection.”

Dean helplessly watched as Christian moved his scarred hand towards his face. When Dean felt the vampire’s hand on his cheek, he closed his eyes trying to pretend that his worst nightmare wasn’t back in his life. “Dean will get over his shock, but first we have to get reacquainted don’t we Sweetness?”

Sicily leered at Dean knowing what her brother meant by reacquainted. “Wish I could watch you two catch up on old times.”

Christian looked at his sister affectionately, “Soon Sicily, but tonight is for us alone.” He watched as she walked towards the door, “Keep an eye on Michel and Marco; don’t let them torment the brother too much.” Christian watched as Sicily left the room and closed the door behind her. He turned towards the docile Dean, smiled menacingly, and began crawling up on the bed on all fours, “Now…where were we?”


Part XV coming soon
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