Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XVIII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean’s nightmare continues
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 XVIII 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

Sicily stared at the human who was trembling uncontrollably despite the warmth of the bath water. Dean sat in the tub with his knees drawn up to his chest and with his arms and head resting on his knees. He had his face turned to the side away from Sicily’s view, but she could smell, as well as sense the tears pouring down his pretty face. Three weeks ago she had wanted nothing more than to see the Winchesters suffer for their part in Christian’s injuries but now she could barely stomach the idea of Dean suffering. She knew that Christian had only just started his reeducation of his future Childe, and she knew that Dean’s nightmare had only just begun.

“You want me to bathe you,” she asked softly.

“No,” Dean whispered.

“You’ll get through this Dean. We all go through this sort of initiation,” Sicily stated moving closer to the tub.

Dean lifted his head and looked at the vampire in disbelief. “You were raped and tormented before you were turned?”

Sicily sat down on the floor by the tub and placed her pale hand on Dean’s cheek, “No, but my Sire did kill a member of my family every time I refused to take his precious gift.”

Dean pulled his head back away from Sicily’s caress, “How many did he kill before you accepted his blood?”

Sicily looked into Dean’s hazel eyes in sadness, “He killed seven, including my three-month old baby sister.”

“Why did you let him kill your family,” Dean asked pulling his knees closer to his chest.

Sicily placed her hand on Dean’s shoulder feeling the trembles of fear and shock rocking the mortal’s body. “Because, unlike you, I’m was a selfish bitch who cared more about myself than my family, and I have spent the last two hundred years learning to put my new blood family before my own needs.”

Dean stared thoughtfully at the vampire, “You’re the one who resurrected Christian aren’t you,” he asked allowing the cool hand to remain on his shoulder.

Sicily gazed at the human intently noticing the soft freckles on his cheeks and his shoulders. She really couldn’t blame her brother for his obsession over the beautiful boy because she desired to taste his flesh as well. “What makes you think that Dean?”

“Because the twins are as dumb as fluke worms, and somehow I don’t see your Sire being the supportive father type.”

Sicily softly laughed, “You’d be surprised how supportive my Sire can be; especially if one of his children is in trouble.”

“Why don’t you tell me about him, I mean he is my future Grandsire right?”

Sicily looked intensely at the quizzical human amazed with Dean’s ability to push away his fears and instead turn into the hunter she knew he was, “You must think I’m stupid Dean.”

Dean gave Sicily one of his patented big flirty smiles, “I’m just curious sis.”

Sicily removed her hand from Dean’s shoulder and instead put her hand inside the tub worming her fingers in between Dean’s legs. “Well in that case, why don’t we get even better acquainted little brother? I know how much you like incest.” Dean sat frozen unable to move as Sicily’s hand found its target and she began fondling his flaccid penis, “What’s the matter, you only like boys?” She squeezed Dean firmly in her hand, “Or maybe you only like it when Sammy does this to you…”

“Shut the fuck up bitch!”

“Make me,” Sicily dared the mortal feeling all sympathy she felt for the boy disappear. She released her hold on his cock and instead targeted in on his tight hole. She circled her finger around the puckered entrance enjoying the sharp intakes of breath Dean took. “I bet you like this don’t you?”

Dean closed his eyes and rested his head back on the tile wall, “Please stop.”

Sicily ignored the weak plea and instead stuck her index finger inside Dean enjoying the involuntary whimper that escaped the boy’s mouth. “This gets you hot doesn’t it Dean?”

“I’ve had better,” Dean replied.

Sicily’s finger stilled inside Dean’s body, “I know you just had the fuck of your life downstairs, but I think that it is rude to compare me to your brother.”

Dean lifted his head off the wall and stared at the female vamp who was eagerly adding another finger inside his body. “You do this for your brothers too? Hell I bet you let all three of them bang you while your precious Sire watches.”

“Of course I do, but it looks like I’m going to have some competition in the family with your arrival.” She removed her fingers and stuck them in her mouth sucking on them enthusiastically. “I can’t wait to watch all of my family fuck your sweet body. They won’t leave any of your orifices empty.”

Dean swallowed hard in dread, “Exactly how many are we talking about here?”

Sicily took a moment to contemplate the answer, “Counting my Grandsire and all the ones that came from him…umm, at last count that was 79, 52 of those are male.”

“52?” Dean asked ashamed that his voice was shaking in fear.

“Yeah, my Grandsire has a tendency towards the males if you know what I mean,” Sicily laughed enjoying the obvious panic on Dean’s face.

“So, how old is dear old Grandsire, too old to get it up,” Dean asked hopefully.

Sicily stood up and turned on the hot water, refilling the tub with comforting warmth, “Believe me, he can still get it up, and he’ll tear you apart.” She bent down and swirled the hot water around the tub trying to even out the temperature, “He’ll take you first and the rest will follow like an assembly line.”

“And you know this for a fact or are you just trying to scare the hell out of me?” Dean frantically asked.

“Dean, it’s an honor for the Grandsire to claim you as one of his family. He does not always do so, and those fledglings are abandoned by their Sire and left alone to defend themselves from hunters like you.”

“When will this happen to me?”

“Christian will wait for a while making sure that you are an acceptable offering before we travel back to our Grandsire.”

Dean’s eyebrows arched in surprise, “An acceptable offering?”

“Yes silly, Christian doesn’t want to offend the head of our family with an unworthy offering. First, you will need to prove your loyalty and devotion to our small intimate family, then you will meet our Sire for approval, and then finally, you will be brought to our Grandsire.”

“Wait, what happens if your Sire doesn’t approve of me?”

Sicily turned the water off and smiled, “Well, let’s just put it this way, the only fledging that I have ever taken to our Sire was locked up in a cage without blood for months, so desperate for food that he bit himself over and over again until he finally died of starvation.”

Dean paused for a moment trying to quell his fears, “You’ve only made one Childe in two hundred years, isn’t that unusual?”

“According to whom, Anne Rice, Buffy the Vampire Slayer,” Sicily asked in disgust. “And for your information, I have made several fledglings, as has Christian, but sadly most of them didn’t work out and we had to kill them, but not before we tortured them for many nights.”

“What was wrong with them?”

“Well, you see…they were all beautiful, and they were eager sluts like you, yet they were stubborn, willful, deceitful, and they asked too many damn questions!”

Dean took the hint and remained quiet for a time while he made a mental note to stay away from the crazy psycho bitch whenever possible. He watched as the vampire wiped her wet hand on a towel and he was almost grateful when he saw Christian standing in the doorway. “Is my family okay?”

Christian looked at Sicily signaling her to leave. When she was gone, Christian closed the bathroom door, “What did you do to her?”

“Nothing, we were just talking, and she got mad at me for asking too many questions,” Dean explained quickly not wanting to anger Christian again.

“Questions about what,” Christian asked unbuttoning his dress shirt and slipping it off his broad muscular shoulders. He took the time to hang it on the hook which was on the back of the door. He turned to face Dean wondering how the human had the strength left to aggravate his sister, “About what Dean?”

“About your Sire,” Dean answered admiring the vampire’s muscular chest. Despite the scars caused by Sam’s fire, Christian still looked handsome.

Christian knowingly smiled, “And…”

Dean rolled his eyes, “And your Grandsire…and the others made by you and her.”

“Well, that explains her mood. She hates talking about her past mistakes with creating others,” Christian remarked as he grabbed the soap and went down on the floor on his knees. He slowly lathered the soap in his hands and began bathing Dean.

“She brought them up not me,” Dean defensively replied.

“What else did you find out my curious hunter,” Christian asked as he started bathing Dean’s shoulders. “Relax your legs for me before you get stuck in that position.”

Dean reluctantly let his legs sink down inside the tub feeling the hot water encompassing his cold limbs. “Not much, she was pretty tight lipped except for your Grandsire.”

“Really, what did she tell you about him,” the vampire asked slowly rubbing the soap onto Dean’s chest.

“She told me about your festive family reunions and how you would offer me to him for approval,” Dean replied uneasily as Christian coated his pebble-hard nipples with soap.

“I will do that eventually if you prove to be an acceptable Childe, which I hope you will be.”

“And if I’m not acceptable?” Dean asked filled with concern.

Christian lovingly rubbed soap onto Dean’s arms and hands taking time to wash each finger, “Let’s not worry about right now. I’m sure that you will prove to be an adequate mate, and my Sire will absolutely adore you. He will love your smartass attitude and flirty smile.”

Dean watched as the vampire rubbed his hands gently, “When was the last time you took a Childe to your Grandsire?”

Christian stopped bathing the human and looked up into Dean’s eyes, “You mean when was the last time I let a Childe of mine live long enough to meet my Grandsire, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Dean softly answered.

“”Dean, in all my years, I have only had one true love and the others I have made have never been able to fill his shoes.” Christian resumed his bathing of Dean’s body.

“What was his name?”

“His name was Stefan, and we were together for nearly eighty years before he was killed.”

“How was he killed,” Dean asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Christian replied bathing Dean’s stomach and inching closer to the flesh below. “I do admire your resilience Dean. You were just raped by your own brother in front of your father. Most humans would be in shock, filled with hatred and shame, but here you are still trying to figure out a way to escape your destiny.”

Dean shrugged, “What can I say, I’m stubborn, willful, deceitful, and I ask too many questions.”

Christian smiled, “You forgot beautiful and eager to please.” He reached for Dean’s semi-hard prick and lathered it up with soap, “Sicily would be jealous if she saw how easy you respond to my touch.” He stroked Dean’s cock slowly enjoying the feel of it hardening in his hand, “Stefan was stubborn too, but he made an exceptional lover and Childe, just as you will.”

Dean watched Christian’s soapy hand jerking him off and he bit his lower lip in pleasure, “Was Stefan offered up to your Grandsire?”

“Yes, but he wasn’t fucked if that’s what you want to know,” Christian chuckled.

“But Sicily said that he would take me first and the rest of your family would follow,” Dean clarified.

Christian’s removed his hand from Dean’s cock and instead resumed his bathing of Dean’s legs. “Sicily shouldn’t have told you that. She can be quite cruel when she wants to be.”

Dean sighed in relief, “So she was lying and I fell for it.”

“No, she wasn’t lying; you will be taken to the Grandsire and possibly claimed in that manner.”

“What,” Dean shrieked. “Could you please clarify that statement?”

Christian lifted Dean’s left leg and massaged his foot with his soapy hand, “He shows his approval in different ways. Sometimes it’s a simple kiss on the cheek, or an offering of wealth or leadership in the family, and sometimes it is a sexual claiming, and at times the family does participate if our Grandsire wishes for us to participate.”

Despite his apprehension, Dean moaned as his foot was rubbed tenderly by the strong hands. He practically passed out as the long fingers forced themselves between his toes and rubbed affectionately, “Was Stefan claimed sexually?”

“No, he was given leadership in the family,” Christian answered releasing Dean’s leg and grabbing the right leg.

“Why?” Dean asked as the vampire began bathing his right leg.

“My Grandsire is very old and it takes someone of remarkable beauty to stir his desires, and Stefan, was not of that caliber of beauty.”

Dean chewed on his lip nervously, “I’m afraid to ask this but um…am I of that caliber?”

Christian shook his head in amazement, “You’re definitely the most conceited human I’ve pursued.”

Dean was quick to defend himself, “I’m only asking because of what Sicily told me.”

“So…you’re telling me that you don’t know how hot you are,” the vampire asked massaging Dean’s right foot.

“Of course I do, but I don’t necessarily think that I’m the hottest guy in the world,” Dean replied smiling.

Christian released his hold on Dean’s foot and began rinsing the human with his hands, “He’ll like your vanity too.”

“Too,” Dean asked anxiously.

“My Grandsire will like both your vanity and your beauty, but I will caution you that he will not respond well to your attitude. My Sire and I enjoy someone of your intelligence, quick-wit, and sarcasm, but my Grandsire will want to punish you for it.”

“Tell me about your Sire,” Dean requested.

Christian stood up and grabbed a towel holding it out for Dean, “That’s enough questions tonight my little hunter.” Christian was pleased when the human stood up in the tub and stepped out onto the floor and into the waiting towel. Christian wrapped the towel around Dean looking down into the mortal’s eyes seeing fear, “Don’t worry, I will wait until I’m completely healed before changing you into one of us.”

“That’s not what I’m afraid of,” Dean began shaking from the cold air. “I’m afraid for my family.”

Christian opened the door and led the human out into the bedroom, “They’re safe for the time being, and I wish that I could tell you that they’ll be okay, but I can’t promise you that.”

Dean held the towel closely to his wet body staring down at the bed in dread, “What if I go with you willingly, what if you turn me into a vamp, we leave the country, and send someone back to release them from those cages?”

Christian ran his hands over Dean’s hands and pulled the human’s hands off the towel causing it to fall onto the floor, “You’d be willing to do that Dean, to make that kind of sacrifice?”

“Yes,” Dean softly answered.

Christian turned the naked human around so that he could look into Dean’s eyes, “Really?”

“Yes, I’d do anything if you’ll let them live.”

Christian ran his hands softly up the sides of Dean’s neck and cradled Dean’s face in his large hands, “Prove it to me.”

Without hesitation, Dean lifted up onto his tiptoes and kissed the vampire on the lips pushing his tongue inside the cool mouth. Christian returned the gentle kiss with a fevered passion. He had not truly kissed the human with tenderness and passion in weeks, and the idea of Dean willingly surrendering to him caused his immortal body to eagerly devour the human’s mouth. He ran his strong hands down Dean’s back until he felt Dean’s firm perky ass in his hands and he lifted the human up into the air as Dean wrapped his legs around the powerful vampire’s hips and allowed himself to be man-handled to the bed.

Christian felt the bed at his knees and slowly laid Dean down never losing contact with Dean’s perfect mouth. He rested on top of the human nestled in between Dean’s legs enjoying the taste of the mortal’s mouth. He reached in between Dean’s legs and began stroking Dean’s cock in his hand wanting the human to come undone for him. He released Dean’s mouth and licked his jaw, working his way down to Dean’s neck. He kissed Dean’s neck tracing his fangs teasingly on the jugular, “I want to be inside you so bad.”

“Then take me Christian, “Dean pleaded.

“No, your sore, and I don’t want to hurt you,” Christian explained increasing the speed of his hand on Dean’s cock.

“I’ll be okay…” Dean began.

“No,” Christian interrupted. “This is for you tonight,” he explained sliding down the length of Dean’s body placing a kiss on top of the head of Dean’s dick before sliding his head down even further between Dean’s legs. Christian smiled when Dean spread his legs as far as possible anticipating Christian’s intentions. “Eager?”

Dean looked down at Christian’s and smiled, “What can I say; I’m a sucker for a good rimming.”

Christian wasn’t sure if Dean’s excitement was genuine, but the boy sure was a great actor if it wasn’t real, “You want me to lick your sweet hole?”

“Fuck yeah,” Dean pleaded.

Christian licked teasingly around Dean’s entrance enjoying the human’s muscles twitching in pleasure, “You want me to stick it in you, fuck you with my tongue?”

“Yes, please Christian,” Dean begged grabbing his cock into his hand.

The vampire allowed the human to masturbate while he feasted on Dean’s fuck-hole determined to make the boy lose control. He pushed Dean’s knees up exposing the red wet hole to his eyes, “You taste so fucking good Dean…I can still taste your brother’s cum inside you.”

Dean’s yanked his hand off of his dick and placed his hands on Christian’s head,” You fucking bastard! Get the fuck off me!”

Christian held on tightly to Dean’s hips even as the human kicked and pushed at him continuously. “Dean, what about your willingness to sacrifice yourself to save your family,” Christian sarcastically asked.

Dean’s body stilled, “Why are you fucking doing this to me, are you trying to make me lose my mind?”

“Whatever do you mean,” Christian asked as he wormed his tongue back inside the human’s body.

“Being nice to me one minute and then being cruel to me the next,” Dean explained trying to block the pleasure the vampire was giving him.

Christian began stroking Dean’s cock, “Because you’re fun to rile up baby.”

“I hate you,” Dean hissed.

Christian stopped feasting and looked up at Dean’s face, “You think this is bad? It’s going to get even worse when you’re one of us.”

“What do you mean,” Dean asked.

“Once you’re a vampire, I won’t have to be so gentle with you,” Christian explained.

Dean arched his eyebrows in bewilderment, “Gentle?”

“Right now, your body is fragile and I can kill you easily if I’m not careful, but once you’re my Childe, I’ll be able to beat you as hard as I want because eventually you’ll heal,” Christian smiled before placing his cool tongue back to Dean’s wet hole and pushing inside.

“Great, I get to be an abused housewife for the rest of eternity,” Dean mumbled.

“Not if you’re a good boy,” Christian promised.

Dean closed his eyes, concentrated on the sexual pleasure he was feeling, and pushed the thoughts of the future out of his head. “Faster,” he demanded. The vampire did as Dean requested and tongue-fucked and stroked Dean faster. “Yeah…that’s it, please don’t stop,” Dean begged arching his back and sucking on his lower lip. Christian pulled his tongue out of Dean’s ass much to Dean’s dismay, but he quickly replaced it with two fingers which found Dean’s prostate and probed it gently. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Dean cried out as he felt himself explode into Christian’s hand. Dean felt like his spine was going to snap as he lifted his hips off of the bed and arched his back in pleasure as the orgasm was ripped out of him.

Eventually, Dean’s spine relaxed and he laid back down flat onto the bed. Christian slowly slid back up Dean’s body licking at the quickly cooling spunk on Dean’s stomach and chest. “Was that good for you?”

Dean smiled lazily, “It wasn’t bad.”

Christian laughed softly and rolled off the human kissing him one final time, “I’m still hungry.”

Dean watched as the vampire rested his head on the pillow and closed his eyes and relaxed. It looked as if Christian was meditating, but Dean knew in his heart that the vampire was silently communicating to his family. He knew from experience how powerful the vampire’s mental abilities were, so he wasn’t surprised when a few minutes later a knock came at the door. Dean reached for the sheet to cover his naked body but Christian refused to let him have it.

Sicily walked into the room with one of the teens from the basement. She didn’t acknowledge Dean’s presence or his nakedness, “Take this one, Michel wants the other one.” She pushed the feeble boy towards the bed and left the room quickly, obviously pissed at being summoned to the room in the first place.

Christian sat up slowly, grabbed the teenager by the arm, pulled him closer, and caressed his neck, “You’re not much to look at but you’ll do.”

Without warning Christian attacked the teen and Dean stared in outrage as the vampire bit into the young boy’s neck and began feeding. He wanted to stop the vampire from killing the boy, but he knew that he couldn’t do anything to stop the vampire. He watched in horror as the boy’s flesh got impossibly pale and the human’s struggles slowly ceased. He noticed a small trail of blood snaking itself down the boy’s neck as the vampire gorged on the boy’s blood, and he felt sick at the thought of the parents who would never know how or why their child was murdered.

After a few short moments, Christian pulled out of the human licking his lips. His mouth and teeth were coated in blood and he looked down at Dean filled with blood lust, “Want a taste?”

Dean shook his head in disbelief but stared in amazement as the scars on Christian’s face and chest got even lighter in color. “You’re healing.”

“Of course I am, a couple more healthy boys and I’ll be back to a hundred percent,” the vampire bragged bending down to kiss Dean.

Dean turned his head to the side avoiding the blood-covered mouth, “I’ll pass.”

“I don’t think so Dean. It’s time for you to start acquiring a taste for blood, don’t you think,” the vampire asked. Christian dug his fangs back into the nearly dead human and ripped open a gaping hole in the mortal’s throat, “He’s not the best tasting I’ve ever had, but I think you’ll find him appealing.”

Christian grabbed Dean’s neck and jerked him up towards the bleeding hole, “No,” Dean begged as the vampire shoved his face into the teen’s neck causing blood to cover his mouth and nose. Dean struggled against Christian’s grip but it did no good as his face was coated with the dead boy’s blood. Dean tried to hold his breath but eventually he had to take a breath causing blood to get into his nostrils and his mouth.

Christian held Dean’s head down firmly into the young boy’s neck smiling as Dean struggled against his hold. “This is your destiny Dean, deal with it.” He held Dean’s head firmly in place until the blood stopped flowing from the wound. Eventually, he released Dean’s head and chuckled as Dean began freaking, “You look good covered in red. You want me to bathe you in his blood?”

“You fucking evil son-of-a-bitch,” Dean shouted getting off the bed and running into the bathroom.

Christian listened as the mortal threw up in the toilet, “That’s a waste of perfectly good blood!”

“Fuck you,” Dean exclaimed.

Christian quickly got off the bed and stomped angrily to the bathroom door, “What did you say to me Dean?”

Dean looked up defiantly at the vampire wiping blood and puke from his mouth, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I had stuttered. I said…fuck you.”

Christian sighed heavily, “When will you ever learn,” he asked as he slapped Dean in the face. The feel of his hand hitting Dean’s flesh excited him and he felt the sudden urge to fuck his spirited little hunter. “On second thought, I’m glad you’re so stubborn because it gives me an excuse to hurt you,” he smiled as he grabbed Dean’s arm and threw him into the wall hard enough to crack the plaster.

“Glad to see you being so gentle with my fragile body,” Dean smirked as he tried to push himself away from the wall.

Christian grabbed Dean, threw him onto the hard floor, kicked him in the kidneys, and unzipped his own pants. “Precious, this is me being gentle.” He stepped out of his pants and placed them neatly on the towel rack before he turned his full attention to the human on the bathroom floor who was trying to crawl out of the room. “Where you going baby, you asked for this remember?” He dropped to his knees on the cool tile of the floor and grabbed Dean’s ankles dragging him closer to his hard cock. “Aren’t you glad I got your fuck-hole all hot and wet for my dick,” he asked as he pulled Dean’s legs apart and shoved himself inside Dean’s sore hole squeezing Dean’s ass cheeks viciously hard and spreading them apart.

Dean ignored Christian’s taunts and instead closed his eyes and placed his blood-covered cheek onto the tile of the floor clenching his teeth tight against the pain of Christian’s rough penetration. As the vampire used his body and fucked him to the brink of unconsciousness, Dean’s mind kept focusing on one thought, one thought that made his stomach clench in shame, one thought that made his skin crawl in disgust, one thought that would make his father’s blood boil in anger…He couldn’t stop thinking about how much he wanted Sam to be in Christian’s place instead. He wanted his own brother to abuse him and hurt him like he did in the basement just an hour earlier and that realization made him tear up and shake uncontrollably in self-loathing, and as the vampire raped him over and over again, Dean found himself not caring if he died; just as long as the nightmare finally ended.

Part XIX coming soon
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