Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XVI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: John’s pain begins
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 XVI 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

Sam was enveloped in hotness, he was drenched in sweat, and was breathing heavily. He was on his side with his arms wrapped around Dean’s firm body, his face buried in the back of Dean’s neck, his tongue licking at the small drops of perspiration that coated Dean’s flesh. He held on tightly to the willing body as he impaled his brother on his thick cock, thrusting slowly in and out of Dean’s warmth, wrapping his thighs around Dean’s legs, keeping them apart so that he could slide into Dean’s body easily. Sam wrapped his tongue around Dean’s ear sucking on the earlobe smiling when he felt the small trembles of pleasure spreading through Dean’s body. He ran his hand slowly up and down Dean’s sweaty flank, caressing and pinching hardened nipples, and pulling on Dean’s impossibly hard dick. The moans escaping from Dean’s mouth only served to fuel Sam’s pleasure, and his own cock throbbed in ecstasy when he noticed Dean biting and licking his own lips trying to control the sounds of delight escaping his mouth.

“You are so fucking sexy,” Sam moaned into Dean’s ear.

“Yes, he is,” a voice whispered.

Sam snapped opened his eyes and sat up quickly. He had fallen asleep in his cage for just a few minutes, but had somehow managed to have yet another erotic dream about his brother. Sam looked up at his captor expecting to see Michel, but instead, he found a scarred Christian staring down at him. “How did you…”

“How did I survive?” Christian interrupted. The vampire placed his long fingers on the top of the cage and looked down at Sam who could only sit and stare. “You didn’t really think you had killed me, did you?”

“Last time I checked, fire killed vamps,” Sam replied in confusion.

“You’d be surprised what my Kind can handle. We’re not these ridiculously weak vampires that you see in Hollywood. They are nothing but fiction; fairy tales told so that humans can sleep better at night thinking that they are safe from us.”

“Why don’t you set the record straight then? Tell me the secrets of your Kind,” Sam suggested watching as the vampire took notice of the two other humans in the basement. “Hungry? You’re brother already killed one of the boys. If you’re not careful he’ll kill all of them before you have a chance to fully heal.”

Christian turned his attention away from the teenage prisoners and instead focused on Sam once again. “Who said these boys are for me?” Christian held onto Sam’s cage and knelt down so that he was eye to eye with Sam. “I have bigger fish to fry.”

Sam looked into the vampire’s eyes noticing for the first time the intense blue that stared back at him. He could see why Dean had fallen so easily for the vampire. Despite the scars, Christian was still strikingly handsome with his pale complexion, raven-black hair, and cobalt blue eyes. He licked his dry lips, “Bigger fish, like whom, me?”

“I’ve already told you that you are for Dean,” Christian smiled tenderly.

“Where is he?”

“He’s resting. You need to be worried about yourself, not him,” Christian warned.

“What are you going to do me?” Sam asked refusing to look away from the vampire.

“Now why I would I tell you that and ruin the fun,” Christian asked standing up once again.

“Because the bad guys always like to brag about what they’re going to do to their captives?”

“I tell you what Sam, I’ll tell you my plans for you if you tell me about the dream you were having just a few moments ago.” Christian watched as the human blushed in shame, “It was about that brother of yours wasn’t it?”

“I would rather not talk about the sick desires that you have placed in my head,” Sam replied balling his fists up.

Christian placed a hand on his chest in mock surprise. “Me, you think that I put those dreams into your head?”

“They sure as hell weren’t there before you came into the picture,” Sam defensively responded.

“Are you sure about that? I mean, no one could blame you for your desires. Dean is an exceptionally beautiful mortal who could make even the most pious individual flush with desire.”

“Well, I must be the Pope then, because I’ve never had thoughts about Dean until you came along.”

Christian turned away from Sam and walked over towards the other cages. “You Winchesters sure know a lot about lying don’t you?”

“I’m not lying,” Sam replied watching nervously as the vampire approached the terrified prisoners.

“Yes you are, and you know it,” the vampire snapped. “You keep lying to me, and I will have to prove that what I say is true.” Christian reached inside one of the cages and grabbed for one of the teenage boys. The human pressed himself up against the far edge of the cage barely out of the reach of the vampire. “Sam, we both know that you want to fuck your pretty brother senseless, and you want him on his knees worshipping your cock like a good little whore.”

Sam watched anxiously as Christian pulled his arm out of the boy’s cage and began circling the cage watching the young boy shuffling to remain out of the vampire’s reach. “That’s what you want me to think. All I really want is to see you die a painful death.”

Christian turned his attention away from the teenager and stared at Sam intensely, “You’ve already seen that Winchester, and you will pay for the torment you put me through.” Without looking back, Christian used his preternatural senses, and managed to grab the boy by the arm, yanking his body up against the cage bars. “Tell me you want to fuck Dean and I’ll let this human live.”

“For how long, an hour, a day?”

“I’ll let him leave this house tonight,” the vampire replied squeezing the boy’s arm even tighter.

“Bullshit! You’ll just let your psycho family kill him instead. You must think that I’m a complete idiot,” Sam retorted.

“Not completely…I mean you were smart enough to call Daddy for help back in Idaho, and you managed to take Dean away from me,” Christian replied staring down at the human who was desperately trying to yank his arm out of the vampire’s clutches. “Speaking of Daddy,” Christian spoke as he yanked on the arm hard causing the boy’s head to slam into the metal bars. The crunch of skull shattering against the hard metal could be heard by vampire and human alike. Christian nonchalantly released the arm of the boy watching as the sagging body fell to a heap on the floor. “Oops…sometimes, I just don’t know my own strength.”

Sam got up on his knees and grabbed the cage bars in anger, “Why the hell did you do that? He did nothing to you or your family!”

Christian straightened up his black suit jacket and adjusted his silk tie, “All you had to do was admit the truth Sammy, but you didn’t, so you sentenced him to death.”

Sam stared at the dead body of the teenager, “You would have killed him anyway.”

“Eventually…and as exciting as this has been for me, I have to go and see about my big catch,” Christian winked confidently.

“Catch?” Sam asked confused.

“Well, you see, I’ve already captured the big fish, now all I have to do is torture it before I fry him up,” Christian amusingly answered watching as the realization slowly dawned on Sam’s face. “You are slower than you’re brother. Dean caught on pretty fast, but you needed help to figure it out didn’t you?”

Sam ignored the insult, “Where the hell is he!”

“Tell me what you want to do to Dean’s body and I’ll tell you all about Daddy.”

“You hurt him and I will kill you,” Sam threatened.

“Now where have heard that before…just give me second I’m sure I’ll remember,” Christian replied sarcastically.

“What did you do to the boy,” Marco asked. Sam was surprised to see the younger vampire coming out from the darkness in the back of the basement. Sam noticed that the vampire’s fists were covered in blood and his red suit had brown dirt on the knees. “That boy was going be my dinner,” Marco complained.

Christian took in the appearance of his brother and shook his head, “What have I told you about taking care of your clothes. You think those expensive suits grow on trees?”

Marco shrugged, “No, but I can always get more suits when I need them.”

Christian rolled his eyes in frustration, “That’s the point Marco. You need to stop drawing so much attention to yourself and killing tailors in every town for free clothes because it draws attention to this family.”

Marco noticed Sam staring, “Hey there Sammy, how’d you sleep, good dreams?”

“Where’s the ugly one?”

Marco burrowed his forehead in confusion, “The ugly one?”

“Yeah, you know, your twin brother,” Sam laughed.

Marco snapped his leg out and kicked Sam’s cage, “That’s hilarious Sammy…I mean your almost as funny as your Daddy was when I was shoving my fist down his throat.”

Sam looked at the blood at Marco’s fists and clenched his teeth in anger. “I swear to God that I’m going to rip your black heart out of your chest and shove it up your ass!”

“Ooh, I’m scared,” Marco replied holding his hands up in defense.

“That’s enough you two,” Christian warned. “Marco, I want you to keep an eye on Sammy while I go pay Daddy Winchester a visit.”

Marco placed one of his bloody fist at his mouth and began licking the drying blood off, “With pleasure.”

Sam watched in disgust as the vampire licked his hand clean, “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Your right, Marco, why don’t you go play with Dean instead,” Christian remarked.

Marco smiled in excitement, “If you insist.”

“No!” Sam yelled.

Christian laughed, “So…you do need babysitting?”

“Yes,” Sam reluctantly answered.

“And…” Christian urged.

Sam felt his cheeks burning in embarrassment, “And, I do have some desires for Dean.”

Christian stepped towards Sam’s cage in interest, “Desires?”

Sam voice was barely a whisper, “Sexual desires.”

“Like what Sammy?”

Sam looked down at the basement floor in shame, “I want him.”

Christian knelt down, “What was that? I could barely hear you.”

“I said that I want him,” Sam admitted.

Christian felt himself getting excited at the human’s admission, “What do you want from him?” He wasn’t surprised when Sam ignored the probing question. “Do you want Marco to go upstairs to Dean?”

Sam looked up at the vampire with hatred in his eyes, “You are a fucking bastard. You’d let that freak touch Dean?”

Christian stood up in annoyance, “Why the hell would I deny my blood family the perfection of your brother? He’s practically one of us already.”

“Dean would rather die than to be with you forever,” Sam confidently replied.

“Perhaps,” Christian remarked turning towards Marco, “but what Dean wants is irrelevant, and the fact that you want to fuck your own brother will break your father’s heart.” Christian could practically hear the mortal’s heart skip a beat. “What’s the matter Sammy, are you afraid Daddy won’t approve?”

“He won’t believe you,” Sam replied watching the vampire walking towards the darkness of the back of the basement.

“Oh…I think he will,” Christian promised as he was enveloped by the darkness.


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John Winchester huddled in the back of the small room trying to recover from his latest visit from Marco. The concrete room was the size of a prison cell with a small sink, no mirror, a toilet, and a small mattress with a blanket and a pillow. John had been a prisoner of the vampires for three days, captured near Knoxville, Tennessee when he had been investigating mysterious weather phenomenon, which he thought was linked to the demon who had killed Mary Winchester. He had been caught off guard by the family of bloodsuckers when he had arrived back at his motel room on his second night in Knoxville, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before they killed him for his role in Christian’s injury. The three siblings had taken turns beating him, teasing him, and nibbling on his flesh with their sharp fangs. There were several bite marks on both of his arms, his neck, and the female vamp had insisted on biting both of his nipples. He was weak from blood loss, some of which were caused by their fists; rather than their fangs, and he was hungry and thirsty. He had barely managed to sleep due to his exhaustion, pain, and fearful dreams about his boys; especially Dean.

John sat up gingerly when he heard the metal door opening up. He wasn’t ready for another assault, but he knew that he wasn’t in control of the situation, and the vamps could do what they wanted when they wanted. He was almost glad to see the taller wiser vampire entering his room; rather than the young irrational twins; yet he knew that even though Christian had yet to hurt him, it was only a matter of time.

“Hello John, how are you doing this fine evening?” Christian asked surveying the damage done by Marco’s latest visit. The human was covered in bite marks, some of which had already started scabbing over, a busted lip, a black eye, and a bruised cheek. Christian knew that the mortal was covered in bruises all over his body thanks to his eager family, but he felt absolutely no remorse for the human’s suffering. The man had helped to take Dean away from him, and Christian was determined that all of the Winchesters would pay for their rebellion.

“I’d be better if I had some food, maybe some water,” John answered.

“You could get water from the sink,” Christian responded smiling.

“Yeah I could, if only the water valve wasn’t broken off permanently in the off position.”

“Perhaps you could get some from the toilet?” Christian offered.

Luckily, the vampires had been bringing him a cup or two of water each night or he would have already resorted to the toilet. “Are you here to entertain me or do you have something actually to say to me?”

The vampire clasped his hands together in excitement, “Actually, I am here to entertain you John. I have quite a story to tell you.”

John looked at the vampire wearily, “Yippee, I can’t wait to hear your stimulating tale.”

“There’s no need to be rude to me John. I have been nothing but polite to you,” Christian informed the bruised-covered human.

John arched his eyebrows, “Polite? Oh, is that what you call it?”

Christian knelt down and brushed dirt off of John’s torn tan t-shirt. “Yes, it is, but I didn’t come here to argue with you John.”

John watched the pale scarred hand touching his shirt wishing that he could smoke the vamp, “Fine, tell me your story.”

Christian stood and pulled John to his feet, “I would rather show you the story if I could.” John pulled away from the vamp and fell against the wall. Christian looked at the weak human filled with amusement, “John, let me help you.”

John sneered, “Help me do what Christian?”

“Get to the next room so you can see my story unfold,” the vampire coyly answered grabbing John’s arm once again.

John allowed Christian to support him as they headed towards the door. “What is this great story about, you going to make me watch while you kill yet another young male?”

“John, you make me sound like a heartless murderer. I’m only feeding so I can recover from my injuries.”

“Yeah, you’re a real saint, a martyr actually,” John sarcastically remarked.

Christian ignored John’s insult and instead chose to elaborate on his story. “I think that you will get a real kick out of this story.” Christian opened the heavy metal door leading the human out into the darkness of the basement. He leaned in towards John and whispered, “This story is about two boys, brothers actually who experience grand adventures and fight to the death with powerful beings.”

John stopped in his tracks causing the vampire to stop as well, “You have my sons?”

Christian put his finger on the human’s lips, “Hush, this is my story, not yours.” The vampire pulled the reluctant human further into the darkness towards the waiting cages. “Anyway, these brothers have been abandoned by their abusive father, and are left alone to fend for themselves.”

“I’m not abusive to my sons!”

Christian slapped John harshly across the face. “Shut up John!” He grabbed John’s jaw and squeezed tightly, “These boys are brave, rebellious, and smart, but one of them is too pretty for his own good. He has gained the attention of an elegant, sophisticated, handsome stranger who wants to spend eternity with the beautiful boy.” The vampire released John’s jaw and once again began leading him towards the cages. “The other brother has issues as well…He tries to save his brother from the stranger not because he fears for his brother’s safety but because he wants the brother for himself.”

The words register slowly into John’s consciousness and he looks up at the taller presence wishing that he could see the vampire’s eyes through the blanket of darkness. “What do you mean he wants the brother for himself?”

“Surely you saw the signs John. The way little Sammy looks at his older brother is unnatural. It’s the first thing I noticed about Sam, of course, I’m a studier of human nature, where as you are too busy with your quest for revenge, so you probably never noticed that your younger antagonistic son wants to fuck your other son, who by the way is your pride and joy.”

“You’re lying,” John insisted shaking his head in denial.

“Sam told me you wouldn’t believe me, so I guess I’m going to have to prove it to you,” Christian warned as he pulled the human closer towards Sam and his cage.

John could see the beginning of a soft light at the far end of the corridor, “Where are you taking me?”

“Do you want to hear more of my story?”

“No!” John insisted stopping in his tracks trying to stop his forward momentum, but Christian continued pulling John closer to the light. “You’ll love it I promise. You might even like it.” The vampire dragged the reluctant mortal towards the light smiling ear to ear. “Sammy sure liked it when Dean sucked his cock in Idaho and the dreams your son has about Dean’s tight ass…”

John gathered all of his strength and punched the vampire in the face with his fist, “Stop talking about my sons like that you fucking liar!”

Christian wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, “I’ll give you that one Winchester. I can understand your anger over this matter, but I assure you that I am no liar.” He pushed the human hard down the hall causing John to fall to his knees. He grabbed John by the back of the hair and yanked his head upwards so that he could see what awaited him in the light. “I know that this will be difficult for you but its time that you knew the truth about your sweet innocent Sammy.”

“Dad,” Sam yelled.

John looked at his son in fear and dread, “Sam, where’s your brother?”

Christian continued holding onto John’s hair and dragged him towards an empty cage, “We’ll just put you in a nice safe place for the time being so that you can truly enjoy the entertainment.” He shoved John inside the cage and locked it shut. “Marco, could you please tell Sicily to bring Dean down?”

“Absolutely,” Marco smiled and turned to walk up the basement stairs.

Christian watched as his younger brother headed up the stairs, “Sammy, I think its time you tell your dear old Daddy the truth about Dean before I make you show him the truth.”

Sam looked at his father who was bloody and covered in bruises and bite marks, “Are you okay Dad?”

John Winchester ignored Sam’s question and instead turned his attention to the vamp. “Please don’t do this.”

Christian waited patiently for his family to return with Dean, “Tick-tock Sam. Time’s a wasting, tell your Daddy the truth or Daddy sees the truth.”

Sam swallowed hard in dread, “Fine, I’m a freak alright! I want my brother. I always have…”

“What?” John interrupted refusing to believe his son’s confession.

“Tell him more Sammy,” Christian ordered.

“I want to…be with him,” Sam began.

Christian rolled his eyes in annoyance, “Don’t sugarcoat it Sam!”

Sam closed his eyes not wanting to see his father’s disproval, “I want to fuck him.”

“Sam, no…you don’t mean that,” John insisted.

“What else do you want Sammy?” Christian teased watching the top of the stairs in earnest.

Sam opened his eyes and saw tears in his father’s eyes, “I want Dean on his knees sucking my cock like a good little whore.”

“Dear God,” John muttered softly.

Christian grinned up the stairs at his family and an anxious Dean. “Good boy Sammy. I know that was tough for you to admit to your father and your brother, but you’ll be happier now that it’s out in the open.”

“What?” Sam yelled. He heart skipped a beat as he watched the other vampires and a bare-footed Dean coming down the wooden stairs. “Dean…I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there.”

Dean finished his descent down the stairs and looked at his father in concern, “Dad, are you okay?”

John attempted to wipe the tears of disappointment off his face, “I’ll be alright. What about you?”

“I got a felling it’s going to get worse before it gets better,” Dean answered looking at the guilty face of his brother.

Christian beckoned Dean closer and wrapped an arm around the human’s shoulder. “That’s very perceptive of you Precious. You have beauty and brains; impossible to resist, don’t you think Sammy?”

Sam looked up at Dean filled with shame and disgust, “Yes.”

“What do you think Daddy Winchester, is Dean impossible to resist or is Sammy just a horny pervert?” Christian cruelly asked.

John looked at his youngest son in obvious contempt, “He’s a fucking pervert and he makes me sick to my stomach! How could you even say those things about your own flesh and blood?”

Christian pulled Dean closer to him and laughed at John’s response, “This is even better than I hoped, and we haven’t even gotten to the good part of this story.”

Sam stared in disbelief at the tall vampire, “The good part?”

“You honestly think I would let you off that easily” Christian asked Sam before licking Dean’s earlobe enjoying the heated glare coming from John. “I think it’s time to have a little fun in honor of your father, don’t you think so?” He kissed Dean hungrily on the lips watching the look of obvious jealously coming from Sam. He signaled for Michel to unlock Sam’s cage while he continued to attack Dean’s mouth. Michel yanked Sam out of the cage and held him up on his feet. Christian reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Dean’s lips, “Now, Sammy, I think it’s time for you to show your Daddy what you really want to do with Dean’s mouth…”


Part XVII coming soon
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