Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part II
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean finds himself in a deadly game of temptation in which his soul is the prize
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
Pairing: Dean/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: no specific episode is spoiled
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. This is my first Supernatural story, and I wanted to try something different besides the usual Dean/Sam pairing that is quite popular on the Internet.
2.No copyright infringement was intended for the use of Bauhaus’ Bella Lugosi’s Dead or Metallica’s Enter Sandman.
3.This is Part II of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment.
4.My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.
5.Dream sequences are in italics.


**************************************************************


"Morning Sunshine," Sam announced coming through the motel door with piping hot coffee. He was expecting the usual moan of complaint to come out of Dean's mouth but instead found a non-responsive Dean who was sleeping heavily. Dean was always a light sleeper, and the fact that he didn't respond to Sam entering the room concerned Sam.

He placed the coffee down on the nightstand and shook Dean gently, "Come on Bro. You're sleeping the morning away."

Slowly, Dean opened his eyes blinking in confusion, "What time is it?"

"It's 6AM. You looked tired last night, so I let you sleep in," Sam smiled.

"Sleep in? Dude, I feel like I just fell asleep. What time did I go to bed?" Dean sat up gingerly placing his head up against the headboard.

Sam shrugged, "Maybe 9:30 or so." Sam inspected his brother closely. The circles under his eyes were prevalent and his shoulders sagged in exhaustion. "Maybe you're catching something. Are you running a fever?"

Before Dean could answer, a wave of nausea overtook him and he hurriedly ran to the bathroom. He barely made it to the toilet before a stream of vomit poured from his mouth. He gagged repeatedly until there was nothing left in his stomach.

A concerned Sam walked into the bathroom, "You're not pregnant are you?" he joked.

"Not unless those teenage girls from the Poltergeist house figured out how to knock boys up just by flirting with them," Dean responded dragging himself off the floor to look into the bathroom mirror.

"It could be possession."

Dean looked at his brother dumbfounded, "You are kidding right? It's just a 24 hour bug or something. I'll be fine."

Sam was somewhat kidding about possession, but the feelings that Dean had of being watched, the lack of sleep, and the mood swings were enough for Sam to take notice. "I'm sure you're right, but I think you should go back to bed. We can hang out in Gainesville for another day."

Dean squeezed past his brother back into the main room, "Okay."

Sam watched in surprise as Dean pulled the sheets back into place and slipped in underneath them. "Are you serious? You never want to stay anywhere that we're not needed."

"You said you wanted to check out the house again just to make sure that the telekinetic chick was the problem and not some malevolent entity. You can do that while I get a couple of more hours of sleep." Dean turned on his side away from Sam signaling an end to the debate.

Sam felt the twinge of warning in his stomach but pushed it aside for Dean’s sake, “Okay, I’ll see you in a few hours.” He grabbed his jacket and the keys to the Impala, turned off the lights, and closed the door on his sleeping brother. He walked towards the car scolding himself for being so overprotective of his brother, “It’s just a nasty bug he’s fighting. This is exactly why I wanted out of this life. It makes me fucking paranoid!”

He opened the door of the Impala and climbed inside its cool interior. With a turn of the key, the Impala roared to life, as did the blaring music from the radio. Sam quickly turned the music down to a more tolerable level. He smirked in surprise when he didn’t hear Metallica or Black Sabbath emerging from the speakers…

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead

He turned the music up louder, “Cool song.” He pulled out of the motel’s parking lot tapping his finger on the steering wheel to the Bauhaus song grateful to have something else playing in the car besides ‘Dean’s Greatest Hits of Mullet Rock’. For the first time in months Sam felt rested and full of energy. He had slept well over the last three nights with no nightmares of Jess or anyone else. He was beginning to wonder if there was something in the town’s water supply that helped him sleep. He was surprised that Dean wanted to stay in the small town for another night, but the truth of the matter was, he was happy to stay and get another good night of sleep.


******************************************************************

Christian laid back in his bed listening to the soft breathing of his pet through the thin motel wall. He had procured the room from its unfortunate occupant three nights earlier. The older man had not sensed Christian’s presence until it was too late. His neck was snapped in a mere second and his body was tossed out into the motel dumpster. Christian had not drained the body of blood because he found the taste of the elderly to be unsatisfying. He had used the old man’s credit card over the phone to reserve the room for an extended stay and had set out to trap his beautiful and defiant prey.

For three nights, he had entered the brother’s room before they had returned from their hunting trip, hid in the closet, and played with the mind of his future Childe as he slept. He had kept him awake with erotic dreams that kept the poor boy tossing and turning throughout the night. He was slowly tearing down the hard defenses Dean had in place with mind control and sleep deprivation. He hoped that with enough manipulation the boys would not want to leave Gainesville until Christian had Dean in his clutches.

During the day, Christian generally rested for his nightly exploits but today was different. Dean had stayed in the room to get some rest, while Sam had went out to hunt on his own. He could hear and smell Dean through the wall, and he found himself getting excited about the prospect of claiming the boy. He had enjoyed the brief taste of the boy he had the night before, but he wanted all of Dean. He wanted to be inside Dean’s body and mind, and he wanted to own Dean’s body and soul.

He allowed Dean to sleep for about an hour before he made his next move, “Wake up Sleeping Beauty. I can’t allow you get much rest my sweet.” He placed his hand on the wall symbolically caressing Dean’s face, “You don’t feel well Love. I think that you might be getting sick again.” He closed his eyes and let out a shudder of pleasure sensing Dean’s awakening, “That’s it sweetness. Wake for me and do as I say.”

“Oh God, what is happening to me?” Christian heard Dean ask through the wall.

Christian sneered, “God has nothing to do with this.” With his preternatural hearing, he listened as Dean ran to the bathroom and promptly threw up nothing but stomach bile into the toilet. “That’s a good boy Dean. Once you’re finished, I want you to take a shower, and don’t get out until I tell you to.” He listened as the boy continued to dry-heave uncontrollably sitting on the cold bathroom floor. Christian wanted to hold the sick boy and make him feel better, but he knew this part was necessary if he wanted a Childe that feared his control and power.

He wasn’t at all surprised when he heard the shower water running a few moments later. After all, the mind of a human was incredibly easy to control, especially one that he had already touched physically. For three hundred years, Christian had been manipulating the minds of humans and fledglings. His own Sire had once told him that he had a great gift in reading minds and controlling people, and for the time being Dean and Sam Winchester were on the receiving end of that gift.

Christian closed his eyes to rest and laughed gently as he heard the sounds of tears of pain and confusing coming from Dean, “Don’t you worry Dean. The confusion will be all over soon enough my precious; although I can’t promise that the pain will ever end.”

*************************************************

Sam’s visit to the McKinley house had proven a waste of time. The younger sister, Emily, was obviously the cause of the furniture moving in the house. Her telekinetic abilities were new and frightening to her, and at the young age of eleven, she had little control over her powers. Whenever she became angry with her sisters or her parents, furniture and other smaller objects would move on their own. Dean had been right, as usual, about the cause of the so-called Poltergeist, and he reluctantly decided to head back towards the motel to face his older brother and his ‘I told you so’ attitude.

Sam parked the Impala and headed towards the motel room. Not for the first time he noticed how their neighbor had the ‘Do not Disturb’ sign hanging from their door knob. Obviously, the man or woman didn’t want cleaning services during the day. The sign had adorned the door knob for three days, as it did his own door knob. Dad had taught them to never let cleaning people in the room because of the possibility of them spotting material related to the current hunt. He absently wondered what their neighbor wanted hidden.

When he opened his own darkened room, he felt around for the light switch. With the light on, he noticed that Dean’s bed was empty and that the shower was running, “Well, that’s got to be a good sign.” It was nearly 1 PM, and he hoped that he could convince Dean to go out for lunch. His brother had not eaten in over 24 hours, and he wanted Dean to keep up his strength.

He took off his jacket, plopped onto his bed, and grabbed the television remote. He slipped through the channels until he came across a repeat of the X-Files. It was the episode with the giant fluke worm that lived in the sewers of New Jersey feeding upon humans and animals alike. Growing up, Dean and he had always enjoyed watching the X-Files together. Watching Agent Mulder and Agent Scully argue over the impossible odds of supernatural forces existing was always funny. Dean had always made comments about how they could join the FBI when they got older and open up their own special office to investigate unexplainable events, but Dad has always squashed that dream with a reminder of that they were not hunting for fun or for fame. They were hunting to find out what had killed their mother and to save as many people as possible in the process.

During a commercial, Sam glanced at his watch. It was now after 1:30 and Dean was still in the shower. Sam knew that something was not right. He got up and approached the bathroom door knocking softly, “Dean? Are you okay man?” He wasn’t surprised when he received no answer. “Please God don’t let me find him dead in a puddle of blood,” he whispered to himself. He slowly turned the knob dreading what he would find behind the closed door. He opened the door inch by inch examining the walls and floor for signs of blood or foul play but saw nothing. He glanced around gathering in all areas of the room but saw nothing suspicious.

He swallowed hard in apprehension as he approached the shower curtain, “Dean? I’m going to open the curtain now, so don’t go all medieval on my ass.” He pulled the shower curtain back until he saw his brother sitting down with his knees pulled up to his chest his arms wrapped around his legs. He was shaking violently from the cold water assaulting his body. Sam quickly turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack. “What the hell are you doing Dean?” he asked pulling his brother up off the shower floor and wrapping him in the towel.

“I’m freezing,” Dean managed to say through shaking teeth stepping out of the tub.

Sam grabbed another towel and wrapped it around Dean’s shoulders, “Of course you are. How long have you been like this?”

“He told me not to get out,” Dean mumbled walking into the outer room.

Sam grabbed Dean gently by the arms and led him to his bed, “Who told you that Dean?” he asked sitting his brother down on the edge of the bed. He towel-dried Dean’s hair, and dried off his legs, feet, and arms.

“The man in black,” Dean whispered.

Sam’s eyes opened wide in alarm, “The man in black?” he asked pulling the covers back so that Dean could lie down. When he got no response, he covered Dean with the bed coverings, and checked Dean’s forehead for a fever, “Get some sleep Dean.”

Sam got up and headed over towards a chair in the corner. He watched intently as his brother closed his eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. Dean’s escapade had terrified Sam. He had never seen Dean out of control, and he had never felt so out of control himself. All he could do for Dean was to watch him sleep and to make sure he got something to eat later on after he rested. He didn’t know if the man in black was something from Dean’s dreams or if he was real, and he still wasn’t sure if Dean’s strangeness was being caused by natural or supernatural causes. He wished that Dad were there to offer advice, but Sam knew that he was all alone and it was up to him to help Dean.

*********************************************************

Sam had not moved from the chair for four hours. He didn’t want to take his eyes of Dean for one second. His brother had slept soundly and without dreams for the entire afternoon, and Sam’s stomach was growling in protest. He walked over towards the bed and shook Dean gently, “Time to wake up Dean. We have to get food in you.”

“I’m not hungry,” Dean explained from underneath the warm covers.

Sam yanked the covers off of his brother’s head, “Too bad. You are going to eat and then we’re going to talk.”

Dean looked up into his brother’s face, “You can’t make me eat Dad.”

Sam smiled with the return of Dean’s familiar wit. Maybe all he really needed after all was some rest and food, “Get off your lazy ass and get dressed. You slept the entire day away and I am fucking starving.”

Dean sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, “Alright potty mouth. I didn’t mean to get your panties all in a wad.”

Sam grabbed a clean pair of boxers and jeans and tossed them to Dean, “Seriously, I’m about to start gnawing on my arm. Hurry up.”

Dean stood up and slid on the boxers and jeans, “Dude, you have some serious control issues.”

“Not as long as you realize that I’m the one in control,” Sam joked tossing a black t-shirt Dean’s way.

Dean put the shirt on and went into the bathroom to wash his face and to brush his hair, “Whatever you have to keep telling yourself little brother. We both know that you’re the bitch in this relationship.”

“I’m not the one being called Pretty Boy and Princess by the guys you hustle in pool and in poker,” Sam remarked finding Dean’s boots in a corner.

Dean walked out of the bathroom looking refreshed and revived, “Flirting is part of my strategy Sammy. I have to let them think that I’m easy to beat.” He grabbed his boots from Sam and sat down on the bed to put them on. “Besides, somebody has to earn a living in this family.”

Sam stared at Dean in thought, “One day one of those hairy big ass men is going to take your flirting seriously and call your bluff.”

Dean stood up and put on his long-sleeved red shirt and his leather jacket, “Possibly…but imagine the money I could make peddling this, oh so fine, piece of ass.”

“You are not fucking serious are you? Please tell me you’re kidding?” Sam asked hysterically as Dean opened up the door and walked towards the parked Impala.

Dean winked at his brother, “Jealous?”

Sam opened the door to the car and got in the driver’s seat as Dean got into the passenger seat. “You really are a freak,” Sam mumbled behind a smile as he started the Chevy.

“Proud of it,” Dean replied feeling like his old self, “and this freak is starting to feel hungry as well.”

“Good because I know the perfect place to go.”

“Let me guess…the only place in town to eat at that actually has a menu?”

Sam grinned, “I’d have you know that Aunt Patty’s Café promises a fine dining experience with its whopping five menu items and three different flavors of soda.”

Dean stared at the open road, “God, I can’t wait to leave this town. I feel like its zapping the life out of me.”

“Funny, it seems to be having the opposite effect on me. I haven’t felt his rested since Jess’ death.”

Dean looked over at his brother’s profile and noticed that the circles under his eyes did seem to be not as dark, and his complexion was shinier and healthier looking, “We can stay another day or two if you want…”

“No, we leave first thing in the morning. I don’t like the way you’ve been acting.”

Dean laughed softly, “It’s not like the town has anything to do with my behavior. I already feel 100% better just with a few hours of sleep. I’m sure once I get some chow in me I’ll feel even better.”

“What about his man in black?”

Dean looked at his brother in confusing, “What man in black?”

“Dean, you said that was who told you not to get out of the shower. Don’t you remember telling me that?”

“Sorry, but no I don’t remember telling you that. I’m sure it was just part of a dream or something.”

Sam gripped the steering wheel tightly in frustration, “Dean, part of your skin is still water-logged from that damn shower. You had to have been in there for hours. You’re fucking lips were blue! That was not some dream.”

Dean’s head had begun to ache, “Sam, just drop it. We’ll leave in the morning and all will be well, okay?”

Sam recognized the tone in Dean’s voice. It was a waste of time even trying to talk to him. Dean had clammed up and no amount of prying on Sam’s part would get Dean to open back up. “Fine, consider the subject dropped. We’ll get something to eat, get some more sleep, and get the hell out of here first light in the morning.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Dean replied staring out the window at the shops of downtown Gainesville wondering about the whereabouts of the mysterious man in black. Would he see him again tonight in his dreams? Part of him was terrified to go to sleep, while another part of him wanted to be with the mysterious stranger. Part of him wanted to Sam to keep driving away from the shit town, while another part of him never wanted to leave. He hoped that with their departure in the morning all of his confusion and doubts would stay behind in Gainesville.

*******************************************************


The same deserted road, the same stranger in black waiting, the same feeling of being out of control…

Dean saw the mysterious man standing by the road smiling seductively as the Impala slowly approached. He stopped the car short of the stranger wondering what would happen if he turned the car around. The raven-haired man made no move to get to the car; he only stared intently awaiting Dean’s next move.

Dean closed his eyes wishing that the dream would end and that he would wake up to find Sam watching a George Foreman info-commercial. Instead he got bombarded with memories of the previous dreams. He could feel the stranger’s hands caressing his thighs and his crotch. He could hear the seductive voice that promised nothing but pleasure, and he could feel the excitement of being totally out of control. He opened his eyes and reluctantly drove closer to the stranger.

“Do you need help?” Dean asked already knowing the answer.

“What do you think Precious?” the stranger asked placing his cold pale hands on the open window sill.

“Get in the car,” Dean didn’t see any reason to go through the same dialogue for four nights in a row.

Christian was not at all surprised that Dean was rushing the predictable pattern of the dream. He would just have to change the pattern if he wanted to keep Dean off-guard, “What, no foreplay tonight my Pet?”

“I am not your Pet or your Precious. I just want you to leave me alone.” Dean demanded pulling back onto the lonely dark road, “and don’t even think about messing with my radio again. The only thing playing in this car is my music, not yours.”

Christian complied with the request. He smiled sinisterly at Dean’s chosen song. If only the boy knew the truth…

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
I pray the lord my soul to take .

Hush little baby, don't say a word
never mind that noise you heard
it's just the beasts under your bed
in your closet, in your head.

Exit, light
Enter, Night
Take my hand
we're off to never-never land

Dean noticed the stranger smiling, “What’s so fucking funny?”

“Oh, this attitude of yours is not working for me,” Christian announced just as his hand wrapped around Dean’s neck. “You will tone down this blatant disrespect towards me.”

Dean struggled to keep the car on the road as the grip on is neck tightened. He briefly wondered if it was true about death and dreaming. If you died in a dream did you die in real life?

“Pull over there down that driveway,” Christian ordered releasing the hold on Dean’s neck.

Dean coughed trying to regain his breath as he pulled the Impala over as instructed. He stared wearily at the stranger who was obviously trying to regain control of his anger, “I’m sorry that I cussed at you. I’m just tired of these cat and mouse games.”

“You still think that this is a game? This is real Dean, and you will be mine one way or another. I was hoping to do this the easy way, but I can see now that you need to be shown who is in control.” He opened the door to the Impala, grabbed Dean by the neck, dragged him across the center console, across the passenger seat, and out of the car onto the hard dirt ground. “I had hoped that our first time together would be special and tender,” he explained while dragging Dean back up onto his feet and hauling him towards the hood of the car, “but there will be plenty of time for that later on I suppose.”

Dean was helpless as the stranger threw him down onto the hood of the car face first, “I’ll be nicer I promise,” Dean begged as he felt his arms dragged above his head and held down by one impossibly strong hand.

Christian was no stranger to rape. It could be a valuable tool in shaping the mind of a promising fledgling, but he had hoped that Dean wouldn’t need the rough handling until he had been changed. “Oh…you’ll be nicer that’s for sure but not until I show you what you’re up against in this so-called game.”

Dean struggled against the hold on his hands when he felt his jeans being pulled down to his knees, “Why are you doing this to me?” he begged.

“Because I want you,” Christian simply answered sticking a dry finger up Dean’s unwelcoming hole.

“Don’t, stop, please!” Dean pleaded as he fought the invasion of the finger. The finger burnt and Christian’s nail was scraping his inner walls.

Christian roughly pulled his finger out of Dean, “Hush…you’ve made this necessary. Next time, you’ll remember the pain I can inflict upon you, and you will treat with more respect,” he began pushing into the tight dry entrance of his Childe’s all-too human body with his hard organ. He knew that he would tear the poor boy with his large manhood if he wasn’t prepped properly, and that might cause suspicions from the annoying brother, but it was a chance he would have to take if he wanted Dean to learn discipline.

Dean began to scream in pain as the stranger shoved his thick phallus into his delicate hole. He felt a hand instantly cover his mouth attempting to muffle the agonizing screams coming from his mouth. He felt involuntary tears of pain and humiliation spring into his eyes as he was violated by the nameless man who seemed to have come out of nowhere to lay claim to his body, mind, and soul. At first, he had thought that the man in black was a sexual fantasy buried in his sub-conscious mind, but now he knew that there was something more to it than that; the man seemed to know everything he was thinking.

Christian pumped slowly in and out of his boy’s tight ass enjoying the feel of his dick being clenched so tightly by Dean’s inner walls. He had one hand on Dean’s mouth trying to keep the noise to a minimum, so as not to wake the sleeping brother, and the other hand held down Dean’s flaying arms easily. This was not how he had envisioned their first time together, but he knew that ultimately it was a necessary evil, if he hoped for Dean to willing except his kiss. He knew that fear and coercion could go a long way when convincing one to except the gift of immortality. He kissed and licked Dean’s neck tenderly even as he tore at his body with no remorse, “It will be sweeter next time I promise. It won’t always be painful…”

Always…Dean closed his eyes with the realization of what was to come in his future. He felt the heavy body above him shaking in release and he felt a cold fluid jettison inside him coating his insides with the stranger’s evil essence.

“Don’t worry Love, that is not enough of my evil essence to change you, but there is plenty more where that came from.” Christian pulled himself out of the boy and rubbed his leftover dead seed onto Dean’s torn hole, “This will help you heal a tad quicker.” He bent down and kissed both of Dean’s plump ass cheeks, pulled up his boxers, and kissed him tenderly on his turned cheek, “You make sure your nicer to me tomorrow night my sweet.”

Christian got off the bed, put his wet softening penis into his pants, and stared intently at the younger brother who was sleeping peacefully. He had raped Dean and Sam had slept right through the entire ordeal. “Keep up the good work protecting your brother Sam. Your father would be so proud of you.” He looked back over at Dean’s bed and pulled the covers up over Dean’s battered body, “I think the both of you could use some more sleep. Check out is at ten, and I am sure that you are both going to miss it…”


Feedback is appreciated: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com