Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XVII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean pays for Sam’s disturbing desires.
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 XVII 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

Dean could feel his stomach clenching in dread as Sam stared at him in obvious confusion. He knew that Sam had no choice but to use him in front of their father if they hoped to extend their lives for another few precious hours. He knew that Christian intended to turn him into one of his family, and he had no doubt that the vampire planned on killing both his father and Sam. He could tolerate the pain and humiliation he received from the vamp because he had made the mistake of getting trapped in the vampire’s snare weeks earlier, but it was not his intention to see his family suffer for his mistakes.

“Christian, please don’t do this to Sam,” Dean begged stealing a glance at his concerned father.

“Why ever not,” Christian asked massaging Dean’s lower back tenderly.

“He was only doing what any brother would do, and you know that I’m right about this,” Dean explained.

Christian looked over at John Winchester noting the look of anxiety that he saw in John’s eyes. “I know that you are right, but this is not about punishing Sam for his role in my injury. This is about getting Sam to admit the truth.”

“He already did that,” John exclaimed from his cage. John looked on at his boys anxiously; hoping for some sort of miracle. He knew that he would never be able to look Sam in the eye again if he hurt Dean. “He told you what you wanted to hear you bastard. Leave them alone!”

Christian smiled evilly at the oldest Winchester, “Well then, perhaps I need for you to see the truth.” The vampire ran his hands up the sides of Dean’s torso and lifted Dean’s arms out to the side of his body. He bent down and placed a kiss on the side of Dean’s neck and stared intently at John. “You won’t believe how hot they are together.”

“Is this making you feel all-powerful, manipulating the weaker humans into your little mind games,” John asked watching in anger as the vampire molested his oldest son.

Christian laughed softly into Dean’s ear, “Actually, it’s making me really horny. How about you John? Are you getting excited watching me touching Dean?”

“More like disgusted,” John answered watching the vampire’s every move. Pale scarred hands caressed Dean’s chest softly, while the pink wet tongue tasted Dean’s neck and earlobe. “You disappoint me Christian. I thought you were above all of this nonsense.”

“Nonsense,” Christian asked sliding his hands underneath Dean’s navy t-shirt.

“Yeah, we thought that you were a major player not some minor-leaguer,” Sam responded without thinking. He felt his mouth watering as Dean’s smooth naked flesh was slowly revealed underneath the t-shirt.

“Even the best of us like to have fun occasionally,” Christian remarked before shoving Dean towards Sam. He watched as the youngest Winchester caught Dean in his arms, “How about you Sammy, are you in the mood for some fun?”

“Sam, don’t you do this,” John pleaded. He could see the look of confusion and fear on Sam’s face, but he could also see the unmistakable lust hidden underneath. “He’s asking you to violate your own brother. If you do this there will be no going back!”

Sam heard his father’s warning and tried to push Dean away but he couldn’t seem to let go of his brother’s arms. He held on tightly to Dean and looked into his eyes. He knew that Dean would do whatever it took to save his family, but how far would he himself be willing to go, was a few more hours of life worth his brother’s sanity? After all, he would most likely be dead, along with his father, before all was said and done, but Dean would have to live eternity remembering the pain and humiliation caused by his own brother. He could feel the inner turmoil as his unconscious desires for his brother dueled with his conscious mind. He knew that Christian was manipulating him, but he was determined that Dean would not pay for his weakness.

Christian sensed Sam’s resistance, “Look at his mouth Sam. You can’t tell me you don’t want those lips wrapped around your cock again.”

Sam made the mistake of looking at Dean’s pretty mouth and felt his treacherous cock reacting. “I won’t use him willingly. I’m not a rapist like you!”

Christian’s eyebrows arched in surprise, “Rapist…yes, I suppose I am, but so are you in your dreams.” Christian walked closer to the pair of humans and placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders, “You rape him every night in your dreams don’t you Sammy?” He pushed Dean down to his knees and placed Dean’s hands on Sam’s hips, “I know what your filthy mind fantasizes about; I know what you do to your dear brother in those wet dreams of yours.”

“Shut up,” Sam commanded pushing Dean’s hands off of his hips.

“I understand the desire Sam but why the abuse, why do you get off on treating Dean so cruelly,” Christian teasingly asked placing Dean’s hands back on Sam’s hips. “When I started this game in Idaho, I had no idea you would be this easy to tempt. I thought you would resist because you love your brother, but now I see that I’ve given you an excuse to hurt him and to degrade him, and the resistance you’re giving me right now is only for your poor father’s sake.”

“Please just shut up,” Sam pleaded pushing Dean’s hands away for a second time.

“Can’t you see he doesn’t want this,” John asked hysterically from his cage.

Christian glared at the oldest Winchester, “But you see he does want this, he just doesn’t want to do it in front of you, isn’t that right Sammy?” When he received no response, Christian placed Dean’s hands back on Sam’s hips. “Dean, give Sammy what he wants, and I’ll let them both live.”

Sam could feel Dean’s hands trembling on his hips and he hated himself for the spike of desire that pierced his cock caused by Dean’s vulnerability. “Dean, you know he’s lying. He’s going to kill both of us and make you one of them.”

Dean didn’t want to look into Sam’s eyes because he feared what he might find so instead he stared at the floor. “He’s going to make us do this Sammy. We might as well make it as painless as possible.”

“Yes, that’s it…listen to Dean. He’s learned from experience what happens when he denies me,” Christian encouraged reaching out and unzipping Sam’s pants. “Unless you would rather your father take your place.”

“Hell no,” Sam exclaimed.

Christian laughed softly, “Jealous of your own father?”

Sam rolled his eyes in disgust, “Let’s just get this over with you sick fuck!”

“No reason to be rude Sam. After all, I’m giving you the chance to fulfill your wildest dreams, and this is the thanks I get?”

“I swear to God if I get out of this alive I’m going to skin you alive with a butter knife and…”

Christian suddenly grabbed Sam’s jaw and squeezed it hard, “Blah, blah, blah, tell me something I don’t already know genius.” He stared intently into Sam’s eyes satisfied with the fear he found, “You keep pissing me off like this and I just might make you be Dean’s bitch tonight; rather than the other way around.” Christian felt Dean’s hand on his thigh and looked down at the mortal who was pleading for him to stop with his eyes. He slowly released Sam’s jaw slowly, “Lucky for you I like to see Dean on his knees as much as you do, but if you continue to resist me I will get your father involved.”

“We won’t resist you Christian,” Dean stated finally looking up into his brother’s eyes in silent pleading, but Sam refused to return the look.

“Boys, don’t do this for my benefit,” John begged.

“This is for my benefit Dad,” Dean stated looking pleadingly at his father. “I can stomach Sam because I know that some part of him wants this, but with you…”

Sam interjected, “Dean, I haven’t always wanted these things. Can’t you see he’s doing this to me?”

Dean looked up at Sam coldly, “Are you sure about that Sam?”

Sam ignored Christian and the other vampires and pulled Dean to his feet. “Of course I’m sure about that Dean. The bastard has been controlling my sleep for weeks, and he has put these thoughts into my head. You can’t honestly think that I’ve always wanted to treat you like some fucking whore.”

Dean allowed Sam to hold him by the arms and he felt Christian’s presence behind him. “Maybe he is influencing your dreams, but those desires were there before he came along. He can’t make something out of nothing. He used my subconscious desires against me too, so I know how hard he is to resist, but don’t stand there and deny the attraction you have for me Sam.”

Sam couldn’t help but to notice Christian’s obvious interest in Dean’s acquisitions. “Are you enjoying yourself Christian?”

“Quite,” the vampire simply responded. “Please continue on with your heart-felt confession.”

Sam looked at his father regretting the pain he was putting him through, “Maybe…on some level I have desires for you, but I’ve never wanted to hurt you or treat you like he makes me treat you in my dreams.”

“Show me what the dreams are like,” Dean urged.

“No, I don’t want to treat you like that,” Sam responded letting go of Dean’s arms.

“Yes you do,” Dean insisted.

“Don’t you fucking tell me what I want to do to you; you have no idea what’s going on in my head,” Sam warned pushing Dean away from his personal space. He felt his nostrils flaring in anger, but he knew that he wasn’t angry with his brother, he was angry at himself. He had allowed the vampire to influence him, and now all he could think about was stuffing his cock down Dean’s throat and up his sweet tight ass.

“Sammy, I can always tell when you’re lying. At least have the decency to be honest with me about what you want. Do you really think I don’t know what you’ve been dreaming about for the last few weeks?”

“I don’t want to talk about this Dean. We’ll work through this later,” Sam pleaded clenching his fists tightly.

“Work through this later? Haven’t you figured it out Sam? There won’t be a later! I’ll be a blood-sucking vamp, dad will be tortured and killed, and you’ll be my first meal.” Dean walked back up into Sam’s personal space and looked up into his eyes, “Although, I have to say that I’m not going to feel too bad about ridding the earth of a pervert like you…you disgust me.”

“Shut up Dean,” Sam warned clenching his fists even tighter.

“I mean I could deal with the whole wanting to fuck your brother thing, because let’s face it, I am pretty hot, but the treating me like some cock-hungry slut who deserves to be violated is not really up my alley.”

“I mean it Dean. Just shut the fuck up now or I’ll…”

Dean refused to back down from his brother’s threat, “You’ll what, hit me, choke me with your dick?”

Sam shoved Dean backwards into Christian’s chest. “You fucking little bitch; I know what you’re trying to do so just stop it now!”

Dean pushed himself off of Christian’s chest and started walking towards Sam again, “Look at Dad, you’ve broken his heart with this admission, and I could only imagine what our mom would think about you and your sick fantasies.” Dean wasn’t surprised when Sam’s fist connected with his jaw, and he wasn’t really shocked when Sam knocked him onto the floor with his hard body, but he was somewhat surprised with the ferocity behind Sam’s actions.

“Sam no,” John yelled as he watched his youngest son attacking his oldest son.

Sam pummeled Dean into the floor with both fists flying. Sam took advantage of Dean’s stunned reaction and got in a couple of more punches before Dean even tried to block Sam’s attack. He sat on top of Dean’s chest, grabbed Dean’s arms, and held them down above his head. “You leave our mom out of this you fucking cunt.”

John watched nervously from his cage, “Sam, let your brother go.”

Sam watched as blood slowly oozed from Dean’s nose onto his plump lips, “Dad, just shut the fuck up!”

Christian was thrilled with Sam’s behavior, “Is that what you call him in your dreams?”

Sam continued looking down at Dean admiring his handiwork, “Always, cunt has a nice ring to it don’t you think?” Sam could feel himself hardening and he refused to fight his desires any longer, “This is what you wanted right? You pissed me off on purpose just so I would do this to you, just so he would leave Dad alone...God you make me sick Dean. You’re still Daddy’s perfect little boy aren’t you?”

“And you’re still a selfish prick,” Dean smirked arching his chest off the ground trying to loosen the hold Sam had on his wrists and hands.

Sam bent down and took a deep breath taking in Dean’s smell, “You’re such a fucking slut. I can still smell his spunk all over your face…Can’t you at least have the decency to wash your face afterwards?”

“I didn’t really have a whole lot of choice in the matter; you know that’s usually what happens in nonconsensual situations.” Dean licked at the blood that was trickling onto his lips, “I bet you just can’t wait to shoot your load on my face too.”

Sam watched Dean’s tongue licking his own lips and felt an uncontrollable desire to taste Dean’s blood. He pushed down harder on Dean’s wrists and traced Dean’s lips with his tongue. He growled in pleasure at the taste on Dean’s lips, “I think I’ll be shooting my load somewhere else this time, but thanks for the offer.”

“Sam,” John warned. “Don’t do this, fight him. You said yourself that he is controlling your dreams. What makes you think he’s not controlling you now?”

Sam sat back up and looked over at his father, “I know Christian is influencing me, perhaps even controlling me, but I’m choosing not to fight back. Dean’s willing to play this game, and it would be selfish of me to deny him what he wants, and we all three know how selfish I can be…”

John shook his head in disbelief, “Sam, you know Dean doesn’t really want this. He’s just trying to do what that bastard wants so that he can save us both.”

Christian reluctantly turned his attention away from the brothers and silently signaled for Michel’s assistance. “Have you always been this annoying John, do I need to have Michel gag you?”

John looked up at the younger vampire who had treated him like a punching bag for three days and shook his head. “I’ll try to be quiet, but those are my boys you’re messing with.”

Dean could feel Sam’s hardness pressed against his chest and smiled, “Glad to see you’re finally being honest with yourself.”

“What can I say, beating the shit out of you really turns me on,” Sam smirked caressing his cock through his pants. “Can’t wait to stuff your ass with this; all those years of you bossing me around but it’s finally my turn to be in control big brother.”

Dean watched wearily as Sam masturbated through his jeans, “Remember little brother that I’ve seen what’s in those pants, and I got to say, I’m not really that impressed.”

Sicily, who had been watching the situation from the bottom of the stairs laughed, “You’re not going to take that are you Sam?”

Sam released one of Dean’s wrists, reared back, and slapped Dean squarely across the cheek enjoying the grunt of pain that escaped his brother’s pretty mouth, “Let’s see if you still think that when I’m fucking your ass into the ground.”

John watched his boys from his cage reluctantly. His sons were a mere ten feet away from him hurting each other with cruel words and there was nothing he could do about it. He could only watch helplessly as Sam unzipped his pants, pushed his pants and underwear slightly off his hips, and leaned forward towards Dean’s mouth. He watched in horror as Sam held onto Dean’s wrists and placed his cock up to Dean’s mouth. John Winchester’s eyes filled with tears as his youngest son violated his oldest son’s mouth. He blamed himself for this situation. He knew this wouldn’t be happening if he had allowed Sam and Dean to live like normal people with normal lives, but instead he had become obsessed with finding Mary’s killer and dragging his boys all over the country to hunt supernatural forces. They had all lost so much because of his quest for revenge, and now it was going to cost them their trust and love for each other, the only two things they really had left to hold onto in their dark world.

“You’re going to have to open wider Dean, maybe it’s not as unimpressive as you thought,” Sam teased shoving his cock past Dean’s perfect teeth. “Get it all nice and wet for me.” Sam knew that he was hurting Dean’s wrists with his vise-grip, but he didn’t care, and he sure as hell didn’t care if the little slut was having problems breathing. As far as he was concerned, Dean had asked for the harsh treatment, and he was more than happy to be accommodating to Dean’s wishes. “God, you got a filthy little mouth…so fucking pretty.” He pumped into Dean’s mouth excited that the others were watching. He looked to the side and saw his father, but instead of feeling guilty for his father’s tears, he winked and smiled knowing that the older man was racked with guilt and blame. “Don’t you wonder how much he charges Dad, how many times he’s been on his knees in a dark alley earning money for food and gas?”

“You’re not my son,” John spat.

Sam ignored his father’s statement, “And to think he does it for the family. I mean after all, someone had to work in this family because it sure as hell was never you. All you ever did was order us around and drink yourself to a stupor when you weren’t hunting. Hell, if it weren’t for you Dean would probably be married with kids by now.” Sam’s rant was cut off when Dean suddenly lifted his hips off the ground and caused Sam’s dick to be caught on Dean’s teeth. He pulled out of Dean’s mouth quickly prepared to strike at his brother again, “What the fuck is your problem Dean?”

“Stop berating him. He’s suffering enough watching this; he doesn’t need you telling him about his faults and his mistakes. You’re not him, and you have no right to criticize him for the way he raised us.”

Sam looked down at his dick making sure Dean’s teeth had done no damage, “I can’t believe you bit me; I should fucking knock your teeth out for that.”

“Let’s not be hasty,” Christian warned. “I prefer Dean with his teeth intact, don’t you?” Christian walked over towards the boys and stared down at Sam until the human released Dean. “That’s better; all this Winchester angst is getting just a little too much to bear. I would prefer for you to fuck your brother now and drop all this anger before you hurt him permanently.”

As much as Sam felt in control over his brother at the moment, he knew that it was all an illusion because Christian was the one who was really in control, “You want me to fuck his ass while he sucks you off?”

“Did you do that in one of your dreams,” the vampire asked smiling dropping down to his knees and stroking Dean’s sore face tenderly.

“Yeah, and it was really fucking hot,” Sam replied unzipping Dean’s jeans, “but this is going to be even hotter.” He dragged Dean’s jeans and boxers off easily thanks to Dean being barefooted, and he ran his hands up Dean’s thighs pushing them apart. He watched as Christian positioned himself behind Dean’s head pulling off Dean’s navy t-shirt easily. Within seconds, Dean was lying naked on the dirty basement floor waiting to be fucked from both ends, while his father and the other vamps watched his defilement.

John watched as the train wreck, called his sons, were used and manipulated by the master vampire. He watched in dismay as Sam pushed Dean over onto his stomach and forced Dean up onto his knees. “Forgive me Mary,” he whispered.

Sam slid in between Dean’s opened thighs and pulled his ass cheeks apart admiring the puckered hole. He gathered cool saliva in his mouth and watched it slowly drop out of his mouth onto Dean’s hole. He smiled when the fuck-hole quivered in anticipation, “Knew you’d like that slut.”

Christian watched as Sam prepared Dean for his cock admiring the young man’s thoroughness, “I thought you’d shove it in him as angry as you are with him.”

“I don’t want to break him,” Sam responded scissoring two fingers in an out of Dean’s hole with one hand while stroking his own cock with the other. “Make him suck you.”

Christian pushed his pants down past his hips, pulled Dean’s head up, and placed his hard prick at Dean’s mouth. Dean stuck out his hot tongue and licked slowly around the crown of Christian’s dick like it was an ice cream cone. “You fucking cock tease…”

“Hell yeah he is, you should watch this boy tease all those bikers and truckers when he’s hustling pool,” Sam remarked angling his fingers so he could give Dean a taste of his own medicine.

“Fuck,” Dean whispered as his prostate was stroked by Sam’s fingers.

Sam laughed as Dean spread his legs even farther apart, “So fucking eager for it aren’t you baby?”

Christian rubbed his hands through Dean’s hair and forced him to take his cock into his mouth, “He so fucking good at this…I have to congratulate you John and your lovely wife for making such a good little cock sucker.”

John closed his eyes shut tight willing the vision of Dean being taken by his brother and the vampire out of his mind. As far as he was concerned, he was in hell, and he knew that there was no escaping the torment he was witnessing. His eyes opened up involuntarily when he heard a loud whimper from Dean. What he saw made his chest hurt and his hands shake in anger. Sam was pushing his dick into Dean’s tight entrance, oblivious or not caring about Dean’s pain, while Christian held onto Dean’s face with a vise-grip. He watched as Dean’s body tensed up in obvious agony, while Sam continued pressing harder past the tight walls of Dean’s hole. He watched in disgust as the other vampires watched and got off on his son’s pain and humiliation. He could taste blood in his mouth as he bit down on his lips trying to keep quiet, so Dean’s desecration would be over sooner than later.

Sam smiled when he finally breached the hotness of Dean’s ass and slapped his hips eagerly, “Push back on me; fuck yourself on my dick you fucking whore.” Dean did as requested and pushed back on the hard shaft impaling his tired body, while Christian fucked his mouth. Sam held onto Dean’s hips and squeezed hard causing bruises to mar the milky tender flesh. “My dick is not so unimpressive now is it bitch?”

Dean shook his head and closed his eyes willing his body to relax as he rode Sam’s cock stroking the pleasure spot inside his body with each thrust. He felt the warmness spreading throughout his body as the pain slowly turned to pleasure, and he eagerly moved back and forth on his hands and knees receiving both dicks at the same time, while the others watched.

“He’s so good at this,” Christian moaned in approval as his dick was sucked down the mortal’s hot mouth. He watched Sam’s cock going in and out of Dean’s body wishing that he was inside Dean. He had not taken Dean since Idaho and he was anxious to be back where he belonged, but he knew that he had eternity to experience Dean’s body, while Sam only had this one moment.

Sam pulled Dean’s cheeks apart and watched Dean fucking himself, “You are such a greedy little slut aren’t you…you’re trying to milk my cock with your ass aren’t you?” Watching Dean’s face being fucked by Christian was almost too much for Sam to endure but seeing his father’s look of revulsion was his undoing. He slapped Dean’s ass hard and started pounding into Dean’s defenseless body brutally hard ignoring the sounds of discomfort coming from Dean’s mouth. “Hold on tight Christian because I’m getting ready to come fucking hard into this sweet ass.”

Christian watched eagerly as he watched Sam losing control of his body. He loved watching human males when they reached their climax. The eyes closing in pleasure, the body jerking in uncontrollable ecstasy, the cheeks flushing pink, and the smell of release was always exciting to experience, and the Winchesters were no exception. “Stick out your tongue,” he commanded of Dean. Just as Sam began pumping his seed into Dean’s body, Christian pumped his own thick release out onto Dean’s tongue and lips coating the beautiful face with his seed for a second time that night. Christian smiled uncontrollably as he felt Dean’s own orgasm ripping through his body thanks to being filled with cum in both ends and Dean’s milky spunk coated the floor underneath.

Sam’s legs were quivering in exhaustion when he pulled his dick out of Dean’s ass, “That was fucking incredible.”

Christian pulled the exhausted Dean up to his chest and stoked his naked back, “I don’t think your father would agree.” He motioned for Sicily and Marco, “Take Dean upstairs and get him into a bath. I’ll be up in just a few moments.”

Sicily reached down and grabbed Dean’s t-shirt and pants as Marco led Dean towards the stairs. “What are you going to do with them,” Sicily asked her brother.

“For the moment, I’m going to get Sam back into his cage and say goodnight.”

“You’re going to let them live,” she asked full of concern.

Christian looked at the two Winchesters in amusement, “Why not, it’s fun tormenting them, and I think I owe them some torment for what they did to me.”

“I would advise against that brother. They are still a threat even…”

Christian threw his hand up signaling an end to the conversation, “Sicily, get Dean upstairs now.”

“Fine,” she stated as she helped Marco lead Dean up the stairs feeling something she had not expected to feel for the human; something that could be very dangerous, sympathy. She felt sympathy for his bruises, sympathy for the fluid leaking down his thigh, and sympathy for his humiliation. She bit into her tongue with her fangs hoping that the slight pain would get her mind off Dean Winchester and his anguish, but one look at the exhausted human as he walked up the stairs made her feel sorry for him even more. She cursed herself for her weakness and pushed the thoughts aside for the moment because sympathy was a weakness neither she nor her family could afford with a family of hunters in the house.

Christian watched as Michel pushed Sam back into his cage, “I have to admit I didn’t think you had it in you, but you sure did a number on your brother and your poor father…”

“Go to hell, you made me do it,” Sam defensively replied.

Christian walked over to John’s cage and stared at the defeated human. “What do you think John, did I make Sammy do it or did he do it himself?”

John refused to look at either Sam nor the vampire, “You both did it to him.”

Christian looked back at Sam’s cage, “You’re right, we did, but your son here can’t admit that to himself.”

“He’s not my son,” John mumbled.

Christian smiled widely, “What was that John?”

John looked up sharply at the vampire. “That,” pointing at Sam, “Is not my son.”

“Dad, it is me. Can’t you see what he’s doing to our family? He’s tearing it apart,” Sam pleaded.

“Seems to me that you’re doing a fine job at that yourself,” John sneered turning his back on Sam and the vampires.

Ready to be with alone with Dean, Christian approached the stairs with Michel leading the way. He looked back at the two captives and laughed softly, “Sweet dreams you two. I can’t imagine why you’d have any problems falling asleep.”

Sam watched as the two vampires walked up the stairs not surprised when the basement lights were turned off and they were left in the darkness of the dreary basement. For once, Sam was glad for the blackness of the room. He hoped that the dark would hide his shame for the part he played in Dean’s torment. The fantasy of using Dean was one thing, but the reality of actually doing it would cost him everything. He knew that as long as he lived he would never forget his father’s disgust and contempt, and could only imagine what Dean was feeling. He pulled up his knees to his chest and held on tightly, struggling to keep control of his emotions, but nothing could stop the tears of shame that crept out of his eyes onto his cheeks. “God, what have I done,” he whispered out loud into the darkness.

“You’ve destroyed this family,” John responded harshly.

Only silence followed as both father and son kept their thoughts to themselves about the night’s events, but Sam knew that his father was right. If they did somehow survive Christian and his family, how would they ever be able to recover from Sam’s betrayal, and more importantly, how would Sam ever be able to forgive himself?


Part XVIII coming soon
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