Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: John and Sam are released from captivity
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 XXII of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment. I began writing this series in November of 2005 after Asylum aired on television.
3. My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.
4. Dreams are in italics.

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Greensboro, North Carolina-9 AM

Somewhere in the back of John’s sleeping mind, his keen instincts, developed over years of hunting, recognized that something was out of place. His eyes slowly opened taking in his surroundings for the smallest of changes. He saw Sam asleep in his cage breathing heavily and with some effort. Obviously, Sam was being tormented by dreams again, but John didn’t have the time or energy to wake Sam for the newest threat. The first sign that John had that something was different was the strong recognizable odor of garlic. The second thing he noticed was the soft, barely heard, squeaking sound of the basement stairs as someone or something came down them as quietly as possible. Whatever or whoever it was obviously not a vampire for John had not been able to hear any of the vamps using the stairs during his captivity over the last six days because they could walk without making any noises.

John held his breath as the unseen being stepped off the stair landing into the basement. John hesitantly turned his head towards the bottom of the stairs afraid that he would draw the attention of the unknown entity. John’s eyes slowly took in the long shoulder-length grey hair, soft wrinkled skin, red undershirt, and overalls, and he couldn’t help but to smile ear to ear in relief. “Jesse,” he croaked with his dry throat.

Jesse shook his head in disbelief at the eldest Winchester, “What the hell have you gotten yourself into?”

“Vamps nabbed us,” John replied. “How did you find me?”

The older man looked briefly around the basement looking for something to pick the cage lock with, “It wasn’t easy, that’s for sure.” Jesse spotted a tool box in the corner of the basement and began rummaging through the box trying to find a bolt cutter. “I’ve been tracking you for three days all over this damn state, not having a clue where you were or what had you.”

Sam woke to the voices of his father and someone else talking, and he looked around frantically for the source of the other voice. When he saw the familiar hair and clothes of the old man he smiled, “Uncle Jesse!”

Jesse looked up over at Sam and frowned, “How many times do I have to tell you that I ain’t your Uncle Jesse and you ain’t Luke Duke.”

“It’s good to see you too,” Sam laughed at the recurring joke. Dean and Sam had first met Jesse eight years earlier on a hunt for the ghost of Blackbeard that supposedly haunted Pamlico Sound in North Carolina, which of course tuned out to be a total bust. The source of the haunting turned out to be treasure hunters trying to scare off the competition. It was at this hunt that Dean had nicknamed their father’s friend ‘Uncle Jesse’ and the poor man had been stuck with the name ever since.

“Yes it is,” Jesse announced as he found a pair of bolt cutters in the bottom of the tool box. “Where’s Bo anyway,” Jesse asked as he approached John’s cage.

“They took him Jesse, “John began. “Those blood sucking bastards took Dean and there was nothing I could do about it.”

“How did you find us anyway,” Sam asked watching as Jesse cut through John’s cage lock. “And where exactly are we?”

Jesse bit through the metal lock with the bolt cutters and opened John’s cage. “The same place you started,” Jesse answered helping John out of the cage and to his feet.

Sam’s eyebrows arched in confusion, “Dean and I were at this little diner on Highway 29 in Greensboro, North Carolina when they took us.”

“And you,” Jesse looked at John, “were staying at that flea bag motel just ten miles north of this house.” Jesse walked over to Sam’s cage and began cutting through the lock, “My Daddy always told me to search closest to home when things go missing, but I had no idea that who ever took you would keep you so close to where they took you from. I wasted two damn days searching the surrounding areas when I should have been focusing in on my backyard.”

Sam awkwardly stepped out of the cage feeling and hearing his knees creak in complaint, “How did you find this place?”

“Your Daddy made contact with me about eight days ago telling me he was in town to follow up a lead on three disappearances, and he asked me to watch his back,” Jesse explained.

“Which of course means if I didn’t contact you in two days that something was wrong,” John clarified for Sam’s sake. “I told you I had a backup plan Son.”

Sam stretched out the kinks in his back, “Wait, you were hear investigating the disappearances of three boys?”

“Yeah, they supposedly disappeared without a trace, the windows and doors locked from the inside,” John confirmed.

Sam shook his head at his family’s gullibility, “It was a setup. They lured us here,” Sam surmised. “They fed all of us similar stories so we would come to Greensboro not knowing that we were each here investigating the same thing.” He looked at Jesse slightly aggravated at the old man’s slow response, “What took you so long to get here?”

“You ungrateful little shit,” Jesse sneered. “I spent the last five days tracking your Daddy’s every move searching all over this state for any signs of him. Hell, I lost five days of work, didn’t get to eat my woman’s cooking, and my damn hemorrhoids are flaring up; yet you’re going to give me a hard time about taking too long?”

“Sorry,” Sam apologized. “It’s just we we’ve been through some serious stuff here and now…Dean’s gone and we have to get him back.”

“Well, if it means anything to you, that boy’s car is what helped me to find this place,” Jesse informed the Winchesters. “The first place I looked for you was the motel you were staying out, showed them your picture, but no one knew anything, so I went to that diner on Highway 29, showed them the picture of you, and one of the bus boys recognized the Impala from the picture.”

“What picture were you using,” John asked in curiosity.

Jesse pulled the picture from his wallet and showed it to his friend, “It’s the one you gave me about five years ago right before you gave the Impala to Dean.”

John looked at the picture and smiled softly. It was an image of him standing by the Impala with Dean sitting inside it behind the wheel. He remembered the day the picture was made because it was the day before Sam left for Stanford. Sam had taken several pictures that day claiming that he wanted to try out his new camera, but the reality of the situation was that Sam had already made plans for leaving his family, and he wanted some memories to take with him to California. After the big fight and Sam’s departure, John had refused to talk about Sam to Dean, but within in a month, John received an envelope from Sam with the picture inside with a sticky note attached stating, ‘I’m sorry’. John had ignored the note but he made copies of the picture for future use and had mailed a copy to several of his contacts; including Jesse.

Jesse noticed the sadness in John’s eyes, “Anyway, I realized that the car meant that Dean was around, so I knew to keep an eye out for Dean and his car. Sure enough, the car had been spotted at the Diner by the bus boy and it had also been spotted at the Greensboro Motor Lodge ten miles south of here.”

“We were in the same town and we didn’t know it,” Sam asked in disbelief. “We were only here for a day, but it’s hard to believe that Christian orchestrated this entire thing and we didn’t realize it until it was too late.”

“Sam, we both thought he was dead. We had no way of knowing that we were being hunted,” John explained trying to ease the guilt of Dean’s kidnapping from Sam conscious. John felt that Sam was responsible for damage done to Dean but not for his disappearance.

“So after that,” Jesse interrupted. “I went to both of your motels, did a little breaking and entering, and searched your stuff for some clues on where you might be.”

“You went through our stuff,” Sam asked blushing.

Jesse held up his hand to stop the boy from having a major break down, “Nothing I ain’t seen before, so don’t get your panties in a wad, but I did find something interesting in Dean’s duffle.”

“What’s that,” John asked rubbing at the ache in the back of his neck.

“A book,” Jesse began.

Sam snorted, “That is unusual for Dean.”

“A book on vampires and the power of suggestion,” Jesse noted that John and Sam exchanged quick glances at each other. “At first, I didn’t think much about it except when I flipped through the book, a piece of paper fell out of it with some scribbling on it.”

Sam swallowed hard in dread, “What did it say?”

“Well, it was folded in half with Dean’s name on the cover with this fancy writing, and on the inside, it simply said ‘I’m coming for you my little hunter’. It wasn’t signed but it freaked me out all the same,” Jesse shivered in memory. “It was written on a motel stationary, a place called Valley View Inn located in…”

“Sioux City,” Sam interrupted almost whispering his response.

John stood still in shock running the scenario over in his head until he came to a realization that no father wanted to admit. “What are you telling me here,” John asked already knowing the answer.

“Isn’t it obvious,” Sam asked on the verge of a complete break down. “Dean knew for the last two weeks that Christian was alive and he didn’t say anything to me about it because he knew that I would kill that vampire.”

“Why the hell would he do that,” John asked angrily.

“Because he’s lost his fucking mind,” Sam yelled. “I told you this vampire could influence us from miles away but you didn’t want to believe me.”

“Don’t start this shit again Sam,” John warned.

Jesse watched the interaction between father and son in earnest but felt the need to interrupt, “Anyway, once I found the note and the book, I figured I was dealing with a vamp, so hence the garlic and the pocketful of Holy Water and stakes, and I began searching for signs of a vamp in the surrounding areas; never once thinking that the bastard never left Greensboro.”

“So how exactly did you find this house Jesse,” John asked looking intently at Sam.

“It really was a miracle. I was retuning from Monticello this morning after another dead end chase when my truck got a flat tire. While I was out getting the spare out, I noticed tire tread marks turning off the main highway into this dirt driveway,” Jesse began. “I know for a fact that this old house was supposed to be deserted because my cousin’s best friend was the nurse for the elderly man who died in this house about two years ago.”

“And so you came looking around and found us,” Sam asked anxious to get the story over with.

“Not exactly, I fixed the tire, ignored the tracks, got in the truck to head home because I sure been missing my woman’s cooking, but then the damn truck wouldn’t start and that’s when I knew somebody was trying to tell me something. You don’t have to tell old Jesse anything more than twice before he catches on,” Jesse smiled.

“Yeah, you’re brilliant,” Sam sarcastically remarked.

“Well, at least I wasn’t stupid enough to get nabbed by a vampire,” Jesse hotly replied. “Is it too late to put him back in the cage?”

John sighed, “Sam, that’s enough. Jesse, finish your story please.”

Jesse glared at Sam but continued, “I came walking down the drive noting that there was more than one set of tire tracks; yet once I got up to the house, I didn’t spot any vehicles. I almost turned to leave when I spotted the run down garden shed in the back yard with the door slightly ajar. I went to look inside and guess what I found.”

“Jimmy Hoffa,” Sam replied smartly.

“No you Dean wannabe, it was the Impala with the keys still inside,” Jesse barked. “I decided that the vamp was most likely gone in the other car, so I took a chance and came inside to look for you.”

John ran his hands over his face in exhaustion yawning, “We really appreciate you coming for us Jesse even though my son is having a hard time expressing that at the moment. I figure they got a good twelve hour jump on us, any idea of where they might have headed?”

Jesse shook his head, “Sorry, but I ain’t heard anything or seen anything that would indicate their direction, but if it were me, I would get as far away from you as possible, which means they have most definitely left the state.”

“Do you think they could have left the country,” Sam asked his father.

John stared at Sam in thought, “This sounded like a last minute departure so I’m hoping that they didn’t have the time to travel by plane; although they could eventually do that I suppose.”

“Well look, why don’t you two follow me home, assuming that I can get my truck started, get some nourishment, and start looking up stuff on that computer I found in the Impala,” Jesse suggested.

Sam sighed in relief when he heard his lap top was undamaged, “At least we have that…Hopefully, they will make some sort of mistake and it will pop up on the Internet.”

“Let’s get a move on it then,” Jesse replied walking up the stairs of the basement.

Sam watched the old man going up the stairs and stopped John from following, “Look Dad…I just wanted to say…”

“Not now Sam,” John hissed in warning. “Let’s concentrate on finding your brother first and then we’ll worry about the repercussions of your actions.”

Sam watched his father walking up the stairs and frowned, “Fine, but I’m not the only one who needs to answer for their actions.”

John stopped and looked back down at his son, “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”

“I’m just saying that this is not all my fault. Maybe if you hadn’t abandoned Dean in the first place this wouldn’t be happening,” Sam remarked.

John clenched his fist and wanted nothing more than to knock Sam down the stairs, but he knew that the time they wasted arguing was less time Dean had, “We’re not doing this now…We’re going to find Dean and then all hell can break loose between us if that’s what you want, but until then, I expect you to be in full hunting mode with nothing on your mind except finding your brother, and if you point fingers at me again and blame me for this mess, I will knock you on your ass, do you understand me?”

Sam’s shoulders dropped slightly at his father’s corrective tone that he recognized from his not so distant childhood. “Yes Sir,” he simply remarked following his father up the stairs, out of the house, and to the Impala.

Neither man said a word as they got into the car. Both knew what each was thinking as John started up his old car to meet Jesse at the end of the drive. Driving in ‘the love of Dean’s life’ was heart-breaking; both men wondering if they would ever see Dean’s flirtatious grin again, hear his voice dripping with sarcasm, or watch the latest scam go bad and watch as Dean wiggled out of trouble like a pro. They both secretly knew that the only thing holding the Winchesters together as a family was Dean, and if they lost Dean, they would most certainly lose each other as well.

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Canton, Ohio-9 AM

Christian could not sleep, too full of apprehension over the events to come within the next few days because so many uncertainties faced him and his family due to his carelessness with Dean and the Winchesters. The vampire continued to influence Dean’s sleep so that the human would not wake until they reached their final destination, so he held onto Dean tightly, while they both rested on their sides with Christian’s back facing his family in the other bed. He looked over his shoulder and saw that all three of his siblings were sleeping so he let his hand wander down Dean’s bare chest.

Dean watched as the rain pelted Christian’s naked flesh, rolled down his black hair onto his shoulders and down across his stiff nipples, “What are we doing out in the rain?”

“This is your dream, why don’t you tell me,” Christian smiled seductively at the human who was dressed in black boxer briefs and a grey T-shirt.

Dean swallowed hard as he watched the rain water cascading down Christian’s stomach onto his fully erect cock, “I’m guessing I have a kink for rain and naked vampires.”

Dean’s soaking wet T-shirt clung to his torso tightly, accentuating Dean’s biceps and abs, and his tiny hardened nipples poked through the thin material. “I would warn you that you could catch a cold wearing that skimpy outfit in the rain, but I don’t want you to put clothes on,” Christian growled. His eyes wondered farther down Dean’s wet body appreciating the way the tight boxer briefs wrapped themselves snuggly around Dean’s upper thighs and hips. “Good thing I’m dead already or you would give me a heart attack wearing that outfit in the rain.”

Christian reached inside Dean’s boxers and began stroking the human to hardness, “You feel so good in my hand Dean.” He licked and kissed at the side of Dean’s face and neck, “I want to be inside you always…claiming you as mine.” Predictably, Dean’s sleeping body responded to the vampire’s dream and his touch and Dean moaned softly in his sleep, “Yes…it feels good doesn’t it, you love for me to touch you don’t you?”

Dean listened as the rain fell from the sky plastering his hair to his head and progressing down his face over his eyes and onto his plump lips. He slowly licked the water off of his lips as he leered suggestively at the naked vampire, “You look pretty good all wet too.” Dean walked across the grassy path, walked up to Christian, and brazenly grabbed the vampire’s hard prick and stroked it firmly, “Is that for me?”

“Always,” the vampire smiled as he bent down and captured Dean’s wet pouty lips with his own. He ran his hands down Dean’s back appreciating the snugness of the wet T-shirt. Christian grabbed onto Dean’s ass, squeezed hard in excitement, and lifted Dean off the ground rubbing his cock against Dean’s wet boxer-clad crotch. “You make me so fucking hard for you. Can you feel what you do to me Dean?”

Dean bent his head backwards arching his neck so that the rain ran in driblets down his perfect throat, “I want you…take me hard.” Dean captured some of the rain in his mouth and placed his lips back to Christian’s mouth releasing the cool water into the vampire’s mouth, “Do it now…fuck me!”

Christian moaned in ecstasy as the human humped his cock demanding to be fucked, “When did you become such a demanding little bitch?”

Dean reached around, pulled the wet boxers away from his asshole and lifted his body slightly urging Christian to get to business, “You haven’t seen me get bitchy yet but I will if you don’t shove that big ass cock inside me now.”

Christian kissed Dean again lifting the human’s body easily so that his prick was lined up with Dean’s tight wet hole, “Okay baby, enough teasing for you…open up and let me in.”

Dean grabbed onto Christian’s neck with both arms as he was impaled on Christian’s thick long cock, “Fuck!”

Christian pushed Dean’s boxers down and off, held on firmly to Dean’s hips, and thrust into the human’s tight heat biting his lip in pleasure, “So tight Dean…I’m never going to stop loving this.” He pumped gently into Dean’s body while he fucked him ruthlessly hard in the dream, “So perfect…so hot.” Christian nibbled on Dean’s ear and continued stroking Dean’s stiff prick, “I’m going to do this to you for eternity.”

Christian held onto Dean’s ass firmly enjoying the feel of the boxers rubbing against the side of his dick as he slammed in and out of the human’s body. Christian effortlessly fucked Dean standing up as the rain cascaded over the human’s heated excited flesh, “I can smell you Dean…You’re getting ready to shoot that tasty cum in your sexy boxers aren’t you?”

Dean was at eye-level with the tall vampire and stared intently into Christian’s blue eyes, “Yeah, make me cum baby…you feel so fucking good in me.”

“Squeeze that sweet ass of yours, milk my cock Dean,” Christian pleaded as he nailed the human’s willing fuck hole. He felt his whole body spasm in pleasure as he jettisoned his thick ropey release inside Dean’s body. “That’s it…take it all baby.”

Christian licked and kissed Dean’s lips as he stroked the human to orgasm, “I love you so fucking much…love your body, your soul…” Dean’s back arched in pleasure and his moans were captured by Christian’s greedy mouth. Christian stroked the warm creamy spunk out of Dean’s dick and onto his waiting hand. Christian raised his cum-covered hand to his mouth and began licking Dean’s release off, “Love how you taste, love how you smell.”

“Christian,” Dean moaned in his sleep.

“I’m here baby,” Christian whispered into Dean’s ear as he covered their bare flesh with a sheet. He wrapped his arms around Dean’s body and buried his nose into Dean’s neck, “I wish you would love me back. I could make you so happy if you would just give me a chance.” Christian felt involuntary tears falling from his eyes and wiped them away, “Please don’t make me have to kill you, just love me…please.”

Part XXIII coming soon
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