Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Christian keeps his promise for now
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: crude language, violence, non-con, WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/OMC, Dean/Sam, Dean/John
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 XXI 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.
4. Dreams are in italics

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Greensboro, North Carolina-6 AM

John listened as his son slept in his cage obviously ensnared by yet another disturbing dream and he couldn’t help but to wonder if Christian’s mind-fuck games were going to be the undoing of the Winchester family. John felt only loathing for himself and his youngest son because of their sinful desires, and part of him never wanted Sammy to see Dean again because how could Sam have experienced someone as extraordinary as Dean and never touch him again? Would Sam expect Dean to let him desecrate him again once the nightmare called Christian was destroyed? Would Sammy take no for an answer or would he turn into a monster; something unrecognizable, and tear Dean apart from the inside out?

For his part, John worried that his own dream, if made a reality, would lead his family down an unfathomable course, which would only serve to destroy his family, and he worried that he wasn’t strong enough to resist Christian’s manipulations because it was overtly apparent that Sam was unable to resist the vampire’s persuasion.

John looked at Sam who had a light sheen of sweat on his face wondering what humiliating situation Sam’s subconscious mind had concocted for dream Dean. He also worried that Sam was teetering on the edge of disaster, and he hoped that he would be able to help pull Sam back over the edge before Sam pulled them both over to their metaphorical deaths. More importantly, how would either of them be in the position to help Dean recover from his ordeal if they couldn’t keep their hands off of him or their minds clear of wicked thoughts?

John had heard the vamps leaving, presumable with Dean a several hours earlier, and he feared that his eldest would be lost to him forever if a miracle didn’t happen soon. The Winchesters had been in trouble before, but they had always made sure that at least one of the family hadn’t gotten captured by the bad guys, a direct result of which was always their victory over before mentioned bad guys, but now they were seriously screwed with all three of them missing in action. John had the forethought of setting up backup contacts all over the country over the last few years incase disaster ever struck the family, but now he was beginning to doubt that his backup would find them in time to save Dean.

John refused to look at Sam but the boy’s moans of apparent pleasure were grating on John’s nerves. “Sammy,” John called out attempting to wake his youngest up from his dream.

Sam smiled at Dean who was naked on the bed on his back propped up on his elbows waiting for Sam’s command, “You honestly think you deserve my cock Dean?”

“I’ve been a good boy haven’t I,” Dean asked while slowly spreading his legs apart.

Sam slid up onto the dresser and sat staring at his brother, “I suppose you have but I want you to show me how bad you want it.”

Dean pulled his knees up and moved them farther apart, “You want me to show you how bad I want you inside me?”

Sam spread his own legs farther apart giving his aching dick room to swell, “Oh yeah…show me how bad my dirty slut wants it.”

Dean twisted around and grabbed the lube off the nightstand and turned back to face Sam. “You want me to beg for your big dick little brother,” Dean asked while opening the tube of lube.

“Fuck yeah,” Sam hoarsely replied focusing closely on every move Dean was making. “I want you to touch yourself” Sam ordered.

Dean grinned widely, “You sure you don’t want to give me a hand or a finger…or better yet, how about your tongue?”

Sam rubbed his jean-clad cock with the palm of his hand trying to control his excitement, “I want to see you using your own hand and finger if you don’t mind, and I sure as hell wish you could use your own tongue on that sweet ass of yours.”

Dean licked his lips and chewed seductively on his bottom lip, “If I could do that you’d never get me out of bed.”

Sam laughed, “You really are a dirty slut aren’t you?”

Dean raised the tube of lube above his cock and squeezed it gently watching as the clear lubricant poured like warm syrup onto his hard dick. “You wouldn’t want me any other way would you Sam?”

Sam watched eagerly as Dean placed the tube of lubricant to the side and began running his index finger through the glob of lube that had landed on his dick, “Dean, you’re perfect just the way you are.”

Dean slowly coated his prick with the lubricant, “Are you trying to give me a big head?”

Sam stared intently as Dean began stroking his own cock, and the palms of Sam’s hands itched in anticipation, “It looks like you already got a big head Dean.”

Dean teasingly squeezed the head of his cock and licked his lips, “It’d be even bigger if you would come over here and suck on it for me.”

Sam pushed his long hair off his forehead and wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, “I’m having too much fun watching you play with yourself right now.”

Dean continued to lazily stroke his dick while inching his other hand down to cup his balls, “I wish my hand was your hot mouth…licking me, sucking me down your throat…umm, and kissing me with those lips.”

Sam unfastened his own jeans and reached down inside his pants to free his cock from its tight confines, “You’re fucking killing me here.”

Dean continued to twist and pull at his dick looking intently at Sam who was slowly unraveling, “I wish you could feel how hard you make me Sam…my cock is throbbing and my little hole is quivering.” Dean brought his hand up to his own mouth and sucked and licked his middle finger slowly while moaning in pleasure, “You make me so hot,” Dean purred as he lowered his spit-covered finger below his balls to tease at his entryway. “You want me to fuck myself?”

Sam cleared his throat and attempted to form a complete sentence, “Yeah... but tease it a little bit for me. Make your pretty hole beg for it.” Sam watched as Dean circled his puckered hole with his finger sliding just the tip of his finger inside, “That’s a good little slut…get that fuck hole all wet for my cock.”

Dean brought his finger back up to his mouth and covered it in spit again, “You want it dripping wet baby?”

“Fuck yeah…slick it up good for me,” Sam excitingly replied stroking his own cock. He watched as Dean abruptly turned over, got up on his hands and knees, and wiggled his perky ass, “Now that’s a view to kill for.”

Dean reached backwards and placed his wet finger back at his entrance coating it liberally with spit, “I can’t wait until you pound me into the mattress…stuffing me full with that big ass cock of yours.” Dean gently inserted his middle finger inside his hot channel inching it forward until his knuckle blocked the way. He pulled his finger out slowly until just the tip remained inside, “You’re going to feel so good inside me…making me yours, claiming me.”

Sam got off the dresser, took off his shirt, and inched his way over towards the bed never taking his eyes off the exquisite creature on his bed, “You want my cock inside your tight little cunt?”

Dean plunged his finger back inside his tight heat and pulled it back out again, “Umm…yes, I want you to fuck me Sam.”

John listened as Sam’s moans became increasingly louder and his breath became labored, “Sam!” For the first time in three days, the vamps had kept the lights on in the basement and John was finding it difficult not to look over at his son. He didn’t want to see Sam having a wet dream over Dean; it was bad enough that he could hear every sound coming out of Sam’s mouth. “Sam, please wake up!”

Sam slipped off his shoes, jeans, and boxers while continuing to watch Dean fucking himself with his finger, “Spread your cheeks apart for me. I want to get a good look at that honey hole of yours.” Dean remained on his knees, rested his shoulders on the bed, reached around, and placed his hands on his ass, “That’s it…spread it open, let me get a good long look.”

“Sam, wake the fuck up” John yelled.

Sam ignored the voice in his head and instead focused on the delicious treat that greeted his eyes, “You got such a pretty little pussy Dean…greedy as hell, but it’s still pretty.”

“It’s so hungry for your cock baby,” Dean moaned pulling his ass cheeks as far as part as possible. “Touch me Sam,” Dean begged.

“Sam, wake up dammit,” John screeched.

“Leave me the hell alone,” Sam muttered as he placed his finger at Dean’s entrance. “I’m going to fuck you so good, make you beg for it all night.”

“Not a chance!” Both boys turned their heads towards to the door of the hotel room surprised to see John Winchester in the doorway.

“What the hell are you doing here,” Sam asked.

John took off his jacket, toed off his shoes, and began unzipping his jeans, “What, you think you got a monopoly on fucking Dean or something; because I got to tell you that I’ve been hitting that shit since Clinton was getting blown by Monica in the Oval Office.” Dean released his grip on his ass and began lying down, “Don’t you fucking move Dean,” John ordered. “I like seeing you on your knees like that with your tight ass stuck up in the air.”

“Get the fuck out of my dream,” Sam commanded blocking his father’s path to the bed.

“Sammy, get out of my way,” John demanded.

“He’s mine not yours so leave us alone,” Sam replied with balled-up fists.

John looked down at Sam’s clenched fists, “What, you want to fight for him? Do you really think that your man enough to kick my ass?”

“Guys, please stop this,” Dean begged from the bed. “It’s not like there isn’t enough of me to go around.”

Sam turned to Dean in a rage, “I’m not fucking sharing you with him!”

John slipped off his shirt and pushed his jeans down his hips, “Always so fucking melodramatic…Sammy, this is going to happen so you might as well get the hell out of my way.”

“For the love of God, would you please wake the fuck up,” John pleaded from his cage.

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

John snorted, “You must be losing your grip on reality if you think you can kill me.” Sam lunged at John but John easily overpowered him, punched him in the mouth, threw him into the wall, and smiled in satisfaction as Sam wiped blood from his lip, “Like I said…your losing your grip on reality.” John turned towards the bed and leered suggestively at Dean, “Now, why don’t you pull those sweet cheeks apart for Daddy so I can spit shine that sweet ass of yours?”

“No,” Sam yelled. “Get away from him, he’s mine.”

John watched as Sam finally began showing signs of waking up, “Sam, you were dreaming.”

Sam slowly opened his eyes, saw his father in a cage, and realized that it had all been part of a dream. “Thank God.”

“You’re telling me, I’ve been trying to wake you up forever,” John explained noting the rather large tent in Sam’s pants. “And I don’t want to hear one detail about your dream because I got an ear full over the last few minutes.”

Sam felt the blush of embarrassment running up his cheeks, “Sorry about that but Christian won’t leave me alone.”

“Really, that’s strange because he’s been gone for hours,” John sneered.

“What,” Sam asked running his hand through his hair in confusion.

“He told us that he was leaving with Dean, and I guess he meant at that very moment because the vamps are gone, and he’s not here to influence you, so…”

Sam put up his hand to interrupt, “Stop it. You don’t know what that bastard is capable of. He could be controlling me from miles away.”

John shrugged, “Whatever…I don’t really care about your drama anyway.”

“Drama,” Sam asked in disbelief. “That fucking vampire did this to me Dad you have to believe me.”

“No, I don’t,” John angrily replied. “And even if he did fuck with your head, you’re not doing a very good job of fighting him. This isn’t some fucking movie with a surefire happy ending Sam! You’re brother is being brutalized and tormented, and you have had a role in his pain!”

“You think this has been easy for me, you think that I don’t feel bad about what happened or about the feelings I have for my own brother,” Sam hysterically asked.

“I don’t give a flying fuck about what you’re feeling,” John emphatically replied. “My main concern is getting the hell out of here and finding Dean before he’s made into one of those monsters.”

Sam took three deep breaths trying to find his focus. His father was right, they had more important things to deal with, “How are we going to get out of here?”

“Christian said that he would call us some help in a few days and they gave us enough water to survive…” John began.

“That’s not good enough,” Sam interrupted. “Where’s your backup plan?”

“I’m working on it,” John mumbled.

“Do you even have a backup plan,” Sam asked in aggravation.

“Like I said, I’m working on it,” John insisted.

Sam rolled his eyes in frustration at the familiar expression used profusely by his brother, “At least now I know where Dean gets it…”

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Canton, Ohio-6 AM

Christian and his family arrived at the Days Inn, near Interstate 77, exhausted from their long drive, but for the most part, they felt at ease with their decision to leave the other Winchesters alive in North Carolina. They were forced to stop in Canton due to the impending sunrise, but Christian was pleased with their overall progress. One more night of traveling would end their journey, but Christian was anxious about their destination. He wasn’t sure how Dean would handle the new environment, and he worried that Dean would resist him further in his attempts to make Dean a permanent member of the family clan.

“Umm, Christian…,” Dean moaned in his sleep.

Christian looked down at Dean’s sleeping face and smiled tenderly. The couple had been practically glued together over the last nine hours because Christian needed to keep Dean asleep until they got to their final destination. Christian couldn’t take the chance that Dean would accidentally see a road sign or recognize a familiar landmark and figure out where he was located. Christian had every intention of letting Dean call his family as promised, and he didn’t want Dean having the ability to drop clues to John or Sam in regards to his location.

“I’m here my little hunter,” Christian murmured into Dean’s ear. The vampire held onto Dean tightly as the human continued to sleep, “We’ll be home shortly Dean.” Christian looked over at the other bed noting that the twins were sandwiching his poor sister who was also awake and grinned, “You could have rested in our bed. I’m not nearly as clingy.”

“I would have preferred my own room,” Sicily whispered. “Besides, I might not have been able to keep my hands off your toy.”

“He’s so much more than a toy to me Sicily,” Christian clarified.

“I know that brother, and I am truly happy that you have found someone to replace Stefan, but I still worry that he will be the death of you,” Sicily replied.

“Let me worry about Dean and his family,” Christian quickly responded.

“Yes…because you’ve done such a stellar job at that thus far,” Sicily sarcastically remarked pushing Marco off of her chest.

Christian sighed heavily in frustration, “I admit that I underestimated the Winchesters before, but I will not make that mistake again.”

“Let’s hope not because if you bring trouble to our clan because of your carelessness, our Sire will kill you himself,” Sicily warned.

Christian ran his cool hand up and down Dean’s arm affectionately, “Let me worry about the Winchesters and our Sire, and you can take care of keeping your brothers in line. I can’t believe they killed that gas station attendee down in Parkersburg. That alone could come back and bite us in the ass.”

Sicily’s frown deepened, “Yes that was stupid of them to do that with us on the run. I don’t know what possessed them to attack that man, and I don’t know what’s worse, the fact that they killed him or the way they hid the body.”

“Hid the body? They told me that they left it in the store lobby behind the register; that’s not exactly hiding it,” Christian irritably replied.

Sicily arched her brows in confusion, “Really, hmm…they told me while you were checking us into this dump that they put the body in the Mayfield ice cream case with his throat ripped out.”

Christian rubbed his fingers at the top of his nose trying to alleviate the tension that was gathering between his eyes, “I am going to so kick their stupid asses once we get home.”

“Let me watch,” Sicily asked hopefully.

“Watch, hell I’ll let you hold them down while I break my foot off inside their asses,” Christian teased.

Sicily looked longingly at the human being held in Christian’s arms, “He really is quite beautiful. I wish I had found him first.”

“No you don’t,” Christian began. “Because you would have been burnt alive by Sam and I wouldn’t have had the knowledge and skills to bring you back to life.”

“You’re wrong about that and you know it,” Sicily remarked.

“Am I now,” Christian asked in confusion.

“Yes, because I would have killed the brother the first night I decided I wanted Dean to be mine, but you like to play your mind games with your victims and your fledglings, and it backfired on you this time, didn’t it?”

“As I said earlier, I underestimated the Winchesters hunting abilities…”Christian began.

“And that’s the conundrum of this entire escapade…why the hell would you not kill hunters when you had a chance, why would you let Dean and Sam live after you watched them kill off all of the fledglings you made in New Chester,” Sicily angrily interrupted.

Christian smiled fondly at the memory of getting his first glimpse of Dean resting up against the Impala while Sam killed the vamps, “Technically, Dean didn’t kill any of them. He just watched while Sam staked them all.”

Sicily stared intensely at her errant brother and shook her head in disbelief, “Hmm, well then that makes perfect sense. I mean obviously, you watched one human kill six vampires and you didn’t see him as a threat where others of our kind would have been a tad cautious of the Winchester’s killing ability, but not my all-knowing brother who thinks he is invincible.”

“Sam,” Dean whimpered in his sleep clenching hard at Christian’s chest.

“Hush…Sam is okay, he’s safe,” Christian whispered into Dean’s ear. He looked back over at his sister and frowned, “This conversation is over.”

Sicily reluctantly closed her eyes, “Fine, it’s over…for now.”

Christian kept his mouth shut and closed his own eyes in an attempt to get some much needed rest. Christian knew that Sicily had the right to question his judgment in regards to the Winchesters because he had made mistakes, but the undying love he felt for Dean had blinded him and it almost cost him his life in Idaho, but he wouldn’t let that happen again. If he ever saw John or Sam again he wouldn’t hesitate to kill them in front of Dean because he knew that Dean’s family was dangerous. He also knew that the Winchesters should have been killed before they left North Carolina, but he couldn’t pass up the chance of winning Dean’s appreciation and trust, so once again love had made him a fool, and he could only hope that his foolish mistake wouldn’t cost him or his family their lives.


Part XXII coming soon
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