Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXIII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Christian and Dean arrive at their final destination
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 XXIII 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. Flash backs are in italics.


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Bluefield, Virginia-6 PM

Sam wearily pulled the Impala over into the West Virginia Welcome Center to take a restroom break and to grab something to drink. He watched as his father got out of the car without a word and headed off to take care of his own personal business without checking back to see if Sam was following. They had barely spoken two words to each other since they had left Jesse and Greensboro to track down Dean’s location, and the silence was beginning to aggravate Sam. Over the last four hours, Sam had plenty of time to think about the events of the last three months, and he couldn’t find many things to be proud of in regards to the way he had handled the whole Dean situation. He had failed his brother, left Dean to fend for himself against a family of vampires, and he had allowed Christian to manipulate his desires and dreams.

It was true that he wanted Dean, he always had on some level, but he had been able to hide his wants and needs from even his own self until now. Christian had caused the truth about what he felt for Dean to come out to everyone, including himself, and he wasn’t sure that he wanted to back down from the sexual desires he felt for his older brother. Sam loved Dean more than anyone he had ever known, and although it was considered an unnatural love by most people, Sam was no longer willing to lie to himself or to his family as far as his feelings were concerned. However, the desire to control and dominate Dean sexually was a foreign concept for Sam. The vampire had brought out those tendencies in him, and Sam wasn’t sure how he felt about his newly found fetishes. Part of him was disgusted with himself for craving submission from Dean, while another part of him wanted nothing more than to see Dean on his knees taking his cock down his throat until he gagged on his warm bitter cum. The erotic dreams were frustrating and caused his longing for Dean to escalate, while the memory of fucking his own brother in front of his father caused his dick to leap for joy. He should had been ashamed of himself for practically raping Dean in front of his father and the vampires, but he got a perverse pleasure when the images of claiming Dean on the filthy basement floor flashed in his mind, and truth be told, he wanted to do it again. He wanted Dean for himself, and Christian was the only thing that stood in his way.

“You are so fucking dead,” Sam hissed as he opened up the car door. The familiar squawk of complaint came from the door hinges, “You and you’re whole fucking family.” A light rain was falling as he made his way up the path towards the Welcome Center. He saw his father on his cell phone, probably touching base with another one of his contacts in the area, and wondered for the hundredth time why Christian had made things so easy for them. The vampire had left the keys in the Impala, along with the lap top, and they discovered their cell phones and other personal belongings in the glove box, as well as all the weapons in the trunk. Upon further investigation, his father’s truck was still at the motel as were all of their clothes. It was as if Christian wanted to be found and that made both Winchesters very nervous. What was Christian’s game plan? Had he freed them only to gain Dean’s trust and cooperation knowing that Sam and John would track them down and he would have to kill them? Why would the vampire take the chance of being discovered and destroyed, why give the humans so many advantages?

“Alright Jesse, we appreciate it. I’ll call you once we reach Parkersburg.” John remarked. John disconnected his call and looked despondingly at Sam. “Nothing new yet, but they’ve probably been held up in a motel all day and are just now getting back on the road.”

“Any more news on that body in Parkersburg discovered at that gas station,” Sam asked putting a dollar bill into the Coke machine.

“No. Only thing the Internet said was that the man’s throat had been ripped out,” John began.

“And dumped in a Mayfield cooler,” Sam interrupted. “That’s got vamp written all over it.”

John watched as his son tried to get the machine to accept his money to no avail, “Here.” John reached into his pocket and pulled out some change. “Use this instead.”

It was a small gesture of kindness and Sam was willing to take anything he could get at the moment, “Thanks Dad.” Sam took the change, deposited it into the machine, and pushed the Coke button. Sam listened at the familiar sound of the can being released and dropping down to the tray, “Do you think they’ll stay on 77 or take a detour?”

“If they’re smart, they’ll get off 77. They have to know that the gas attendant’s death will draw us closer to them,” John replied digging out more change for himself.

Sam reached into the vending tray, pulled out his coke, and popped the top, “Unless he wants us to find them.”

John deposited his change and pushed the Coke button, “That’s a possibility…I wonder why a vamp would be so eager to face off against two hunters?”

Sam took a swig of Coke and licked his lips, “I’m pretty sure he’s just looking for an excuse to kill us, and tracking him down and threatening his family would be the perfect excuse.” Sam watched as his father drank from his own can, “How much longer do you think it will take to get to Parkersburg?”

“In this weather, probably about three hours or so, and when we get there we need to make double sure vamps killed that man before we pursue this course any further,” John answered frowning at the idea of breaking into a morgue in the middle of the night.

“It’s them,” Sam confidently remarked. “I have no doubt.”

“You’re probably right, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.”

Sam nodded in understanding, finished off his Coke, threw it away, and walked towards the restroom, “I’ll be out in a minute.”

John waited until Sam was out of view before taking his cell phone back out of his pocket. He walked towards the Impala pushing the redial button waiting for the familiar voice, “Sorry about that, but Sam walked in.”

“I know that, and I also know that your boy is suffering though some awful torment right now,” the voice responded.

“I can’t think about Sam right now. My priority has to be Dean, “John defensively remarked.

“You need to make time John Winchester or you’re going to push Sam even further into darkness,” the caller exclaimed.

John sighed heavily, “What would you have me do, pull over for a couple of days, get Sam some therapy, and let that damn vampire kill what’s left of Dean’s soul?”

“You need to talk to him John. Let him know that everything will work out in the end,” the voice began.

“You don’t know that,” John sneered. “You may think you do but you don’t. You weren’t there; you didn’t see what he did to Dean in front of me. What’s worse is that he has no remorse for it. All he wants to do is claim that Christian caused it to happen, but I know better. A father knows these things.”

The voice on the phone chuckled, “John, you haven’t seen Sam in nearly five years. What could you possibly know?”

John clenched the phone tightly, “That he’s always idolized Dean and somewhere along the way that admiration turned into something deeper.”

“Is the idea really that far-fetched with the way those two have been forced to live their lives,” the caller asked empathetically.

John opened the car door and got inside the Impala, “It’s not exactly what a father hopes for, but it’s not the idea of them together that bothers me so much. It’s the idea of Sam dominating Dean, abusing and humiliating him, and Sam getting off on it. That turns my stomach and makes me want to strangle my own child to death.”

“I understand, and I know that it is difficult for you to deal with this side of Sam’s personality, but you have to talk to him if you don’t want Sam to get even darker and respond to Dean in that manner once you find him,” the voice on the other end of the phone explained. “Sam is torn between doing what is right and doing what he wants. If you shut him out then I’m afraid that the Sam you saw in Greensboro will be the Sam that finds Dean, and I don’t think I have to give you details on what will happen next.”

John looked up towards the Welcome Center and saw Sam walking back towards the car, “I’ll try to talk to him but I’m afraid that I’ll get angry and hurt Sam.”

“John, I know that you can do this, and I expect to hear from you once you find Dean.”

“And I expect to hear from you if you get any vibes on Dean’s location,” John smiled softly. “Take care of yourself Missouri.”

“And you take care of your boys,” Missouri responded before hanging up the phone.

John placed his phone back into his pocket and watched as his son opened the driver’s side door wondering if he could follow Missouri’s advice, but John swallowed down his doubts and looked at Sam’s profile while his son pulled out of the parking space. “Look Sam…I know we need to talk, and I don’t mean to be so cold towards you, but I need for you know that I don’t hate you for what happened and you shouldn’t hate yourself for it either.”

Sam pulled back onto Highway 77 somewhat surprised with his father’s conversation choice, “I don’t hate myself for what I did to Dean.”

John was floored and arched his eyebrows in shock, “You’re okay with what happened?”

Sam took a quick glance at his father, “No, but I don’t hate myself.”

“I thought that this whole thing was eating you alive with guilt, and I assumed that you would despise yourself for what you did,” John explained.

Sam turned back towards the road, “Well, you know what they say about making assumptions…” Sam looked at the ‘Welcome to West Virginia’ sign and took a deep breath and released it, “I’m confused about how I feel about the situation, and I’m not ready to dwell into this with you at the moment. Like you said, we need to concentrate on finding Dean, and we’ll sort all this out afterwards.”

“Fine, “John began. “But I just needed you to know that I’m angry and disappointed, but you’re still my son, and I’m here if you want to talk.”

“I appreciate that,” Sam replied turning his focus back onto the road. He was suspicious of his father’s sudden willingness to talk and he doubted very seriously that John Winchester would want to hear what was truly going on his youngest son’s mind. After all, he could barely stand the thoughts running through his mind, how could possibly expect his father to tolerate the images of a bruised and bloody Dean begging to be fucked?


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Port Hope, Canada-2 AM

Christian took in the perfection of the town of Port Hope, and he felt a new since of hope that all would work out with Dean and the other Winchesters. The little town was located on the shores of Lake Ontario about a hundred miles east of Toronto, and they had no problems getting across the border with Christian and Sicily’s gifts of manipulation. The sleepy streets of Port Hope were covered in snow and the lack of humans on the street at the late hour was not surprising. Christian wondered how any vampire could live in such a deserted area and find adequate prey, but he knew that his Sire did not need to feed often due to his age, and the fact that his Sire only lived in his Canadian home for a month or two out of the year helped to keep the suspicions of foul-play limited to the humans; not vampires. Christian worried that Marco and Michel would want to feast on the local citizens, for they were still young enough to crave blood on a daily basis, but he knew that his Sire would put them straight.

Michel turned onto Lake Street and Christian began to stir Dean from his sleep, “Dean, wake up Precious. We’re almost there.” The vampire ran his pale hand through Dean’s short hair and smiled, “Awake Dean.”

Dean slowly opened his eyes, stretching like a lazy cat, feeling a bit like Rip Van Winkle, “How long have I been asleep?”

Christian helped Dean into a sitting position between Sicily and himself, “About two days.”

Dean looked outside the window taking in his surroundings. He saw a large lake, not the best point of reference, some snow, and several white, grey, and brown Victorian homes sitting on the lake, “You’re not taking me to Amityville are you?”

“No,” Christian laughed.

“Because I don’t have any of my equipment I’ll need to investigate that evil bitch house,” Dean remarked.

“We’re not in Amityville,” Christian confirmed. “And you know I don’t like you to use bad language.”

Dean rolled his eyes in contempt, “Although, I think that the poltergeist or demon followed the Lutz family when they left, but there still might be some residual energy present if we were to investigate.”

Christian gripped Dean’s chin firmly, “We’re not going to Amityville or any other haunted house, so just relax.” He brushed his finger across Dean’s cheek, “And someone woke up in a mood.”

“I’ve been asleep for two days and I’m disoriented,” Dean defended.

“Of course you are, but it would serve you well to remember not to roll those eyes at me again,” Christian warned before releasing Dean’s chin.

“We’re getting really close,” Sicily whispered into Dean’s ear.

“To where,” Dean nervously asked.

“Daddy’s,” Sicily giggled. “He’s going to love you…”

“That’s enough Sicily,” Christian interrupted.

Dean looked at Christian and felt a sense of dread spreading throughout his body, “You’re taking me to your Sire?”

“It’s sooner than I had planned, but my hand has been forced and this has become a necessary event,” Christian answered looking over at his sister who was smiling.

“Any chance I’ll meet Mom too,” Dean asked.

“My Sire has no mate at the moment; although, I am sure that he is not completely alone,” Christian acknowledged.

Dean watched as Michel pulled the Mercedes into the driveway of a light grey two-story Victorian with vertical planks, a large veranda, a second-story balcony, and dark grey shutters. Dean also noted that there were two towering brick chimneys surrounded by the steep roof with large overhanging eaves. “This place gives me the creeps, “Dean muttered. It looked like a house a vampire would live in and possibly a ghost or two; maybe even a demon thrown in for the hell of it. “Nice place,” Dean lied.

Christian opened the door, got out, and offered a hand to Dean, “It’s one of his favorites.”

Dean allowed Christian to pull him out of the car, “How many homes does he have?”

Christian closed the car door and turned an appraising eye towards Dean, “Several.” The vampire’s keen eye took in Dean’s appearance, “We are going to have to get you into some better clothes, perhaps Armani or Gucci.”

“That didn’t take long,” Dean swore under his breath.

Christian gripped Dean’s bicep hard and yanked him towards the home, “You keep forgetting that I have exceptional hearing Sweetness and if you want to face my Sire with a bloody lip than just keep up the attitude, but I must warn you that my Sire rarely feeds, so he might be quite mesmerized by blood flowing from your pretty mouth.”

Dean struggled not to stumble as he was hauled towards the house, “I’ll try to do better.”

“See that you do,” Christian advised. The vampire escorted Dean up the wooden stairs onto the large porch, “Whatever you do, see that you don’t upset my Sire. He’s not as forgiving as I am. He does not tolerate disobedience.”

“I thought you said that he would appreciate my sarcasm and attitude,” Dean clarified.

“He will, but not your disrespect and noncompliance,” Christian remarked as he straightened Dean’s dark blue jacket. The vampire knocked on the door and waited patiently, “Sometimes you take your defiance too far, and where I night let you get away with it, he will not.”

Dean couldn’t imagine a vampire quicker to resort to violence than Christian, but he took the vampire’s advice to heart, “I’ll try to behave, I promise.”

As the door was opened Christian laughed loudly, “You behave?”

“I can behave if I really want to,” Dean pouted.

“We’ll see,” Christian replied pushing Dean past the vampire at the door and into his Sire’s home.

Dean immediately noticed the elegant stairs with a gothic-style banister leading to the second floor and that the large entry area was lit with soft lighting which created shadows on the muddy-brown walls, “Your Sire really likes to live up the vampire image doesn’t he?” Christian ignored Dean and instead pushed him farther into the spacious living area. Hard wood flooring covered the room with large Persian rugs strategically placed to accent the décor. There were several Victorian styled paintings hanging on the darkened walls with a lighter brown chair-railing running throughout the room. “Does the entire house look like this?”

“Of course it does silly,” Christian answered removing Dean’s jacket. “Sit down in here for now.”

“Where are you going,” Dean asked.

“I wish to speak to my Sire in private,” Christian began. “I need to explain my actions to him before he meets you.”

Dean sat down on the dark beige Victorian couch and pressed up against its firm back, “Will he be mad?”

Christian took Dean’s hand and stroked it tenderly, “Perhaps…but not at you, and I might even be punished for my actions, but you are worth all the pain he could possibly muster on me. I don’t regret meeting you, and incase you haven’t noticed, I will do anything to have you; even if that means defying my own Sire.”

Dean looked at the vampire in alarm, “Are you suicidal?”

“Let me worry about my Sire,” Christian suggested. “I want you to sit here and do nothing but look sweet unassuming.” Christian released Dean’s hand and walked out of the living room looking at Michel and Marco, “Don’t let him out of your sights.”

“Naturally,” the twins answered at the same time. Sometimes there big brother treated them like they were idiots, and perhaps sometimes they were a bit careless; like that gas attendant in Parkersburg, but they were only fifty-year sold and entitled to make mistakes.

“We are in big shit when he finds out what we did in Buffalo,” Marco whispered.

“I tried to talk you out of it but you insisted on draining that poor defenseless woman,” Michel innocently remarked.

Marco was dumbfounded, “What? I seem to recall you fucking her in the ass on the bathroom floor while I fed from her so don’t act like you’re so innocent.”

Michel smiled with the memory, “You’d think that woman would know better than to use outside bathrooms at a gas station in this day and age, but man, she did have one tight ass.”

“You ripped her apart,” Marco softly laughed. “Christian is going to be mad as hell if he finds out about her and where we left her body.”

“But hiding the body is part of the fun,” Michel smiled. “It will be a while before they find her anyway. It’s not everyday that people look for a body on the roof of a gas station.”

Dean had overheard the entire conversation, appalling as it was, but he couldn’t help the smirk that formed on his face, “Excuse me guys…”

Both vampires looked over at the human in disdain. “What do you want mortal,” Michel asked.

“Nothing really, it just that I sort of overheard your disgusting story, and I think that you may have overlooked one small detail,” Dean began. “The whole roof thing is not going to work.”

“Oh really,” Marco asked. “And why would that be?”

“Buffalo is a crowded area with lots of traffic and traffic reports,” Dean could see that the twins were clueless on where he was headed and he shook his head at their idiocy. “Traffic means traffic reports, which means traffic helicopters that fly low and can see the tops of houses and such.” Dean threw his hands up in the air in frustration as the two stupid asses still looked confused, “Dudes, in the morning a helicopter will most likely spot the chick’s body on the gas station; especially if it’s near a highway.”

Michel and Marco looked at each other in slow realization, “Crap.” Marco moaned. The vampire looked back over at the smartass human and his eyes opened even wider in another realization, “Double crap!”

“What,” Michel asked his brother.

“He heard us say Buffalo,” Marco nodded towards Dean.

“Fuck me,” Michel nearly cried. “We are so screwed…”


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Christian stepped into his Sire’s office filled with uncertainty and confused loyalty, “Sire.”

A vampire slightly shorter than Christian arose from his chair and looked at his fledging in suspicion, “Christian, it’s not that I don’t want to see you, but why are you here?”

Christian watched his Sire carefully, “Can’t a childe come and visit his Sire when they want to?”

The Sire snapped his fingers, “Come here Christian. Let me get a closer look at you.”

Christian stepped towards his Sire appreciating the black leather pants and crimson red dress shirt which was unbuttoned at the top showing off the beginning of his impressive chest that was muscular and well-defined. Christian had missed his Sire’s intense brown eyes, short dark brown hair, and seductive mannerisms, and he wanted nothing more than to please his Sire, but he also knew that he wouldn’t allow his Sire to kill Dean, no matter what the cost. “Dmitry, I assure you that I am not here to cause you harm.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” Dmitry harshly replied grabbing the back of Christian’s neck and pulling him closer. “What happened to you? You look tired and weakened.”

“I was attacked…and I was…”Christian began.

“Don’t waste my time with your petty explanations,” Dmitry exclaimed as he bit down hard into the taller vampire’s neck. Dmitry’s eyes opened wide as the powerful connection between the two vampires was renewed in all if its red glory. Visions from the last three months of Christian’s existence plowed into his head in full vivid detail…

Dean practically tore the leather from the Impala’s seat with his nails as he clenched his fist in intense pleasure. He couldn’t form words as the mouth devoured his cock with its heat and relentless sucking. To further the intensity the stranger inserted a spit-covered finger into his throbbing asshole and began pumping in and out gently, while his mouth continued to work its magic. The only thing escaping from his mouth was moans of ecstasy as the stranger literally ate him alive and made good on his promise. Dean felt himself explode into the waiting mouth feeling like he had just blown his fucking head off and he slipped into an oblivious blackness

Dmitry sucked Christian’s neck slower anxious to discover more about this mortal named Dean.

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 me 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.

Dmitry’s Childe had raped this mortal named Dean but who was this annoying brother?

Once fully imbedded inside the mortal, Christian pushed Dean’s thighs farther apart and slightly upwards enjoying watching his cock pumping in and out of the aching hole, “You feel so good Love.” He reached down and kissed Dean passionately as the sounds of pleasure coming from Dean’s mouth brought him to the brink of gratification. Those little moans and pleas were going to be his undoing if he didn’t get Dean under control. He pulled completely out of Dean and slowly reinserted himself back into the heat enjoying the shuddering breaths coming from below

Dmitry licked at the bite mark on Christian’s neck realizing that his Childe had made love to the mortal.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” Christian smiled ripping the boxers off of Dean’s hips. He looked Dean up and down in appreciation as he unzipped his own pants and grabbed hold of his own throbbing organ. “Get me wet,” he ordered pushing Dean down to his knees. Dean grabbed hold of Christian’s cock and licked it tenderly, “I know that your slut for my spunk in your mouth but don’t get carried away. I’m coming in your ass this time.” Dean took the phallus in his mouth and concentrated on getting it wet and hard. It was obvious that there would be no lube or preparation for him, so he took his time getting Christian’s cock soaking wet.

Dmitry smiled softly at Christian’s ability to control the mortal.

Christian squeezed Sam’s neck harder, “I only give him what he needs!” Christian watched as Sam clawed at his hands attempting to release the pressure on his neck. “It would be so easy to snap your little neck Sam but that’s not the plan.” He let go of the mortal and sank back into the backseat, “Call Dean and tell him to get ready for us to pick him up and tell him not to shower. I want to smell myself on him.”

Dmitry bit down gently and resumed feeding from Christian tantalizingly slow wanting to know more about the mortal named Sam.

Christian ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, “Your brother is right Sam. You have nothing to be ashamed of in this situation. It’s not like you’re the only man in history who has been attracted to their own brother. I mean look at him; he’s fucking beautiful.” He guided Dean’s mouth to Sam’s cock pleased when Dean began licking the head. “If anyone should be embarrassed it should be Dean, but he can’t help it that likes sucking cock; even if it is his own brother’s”. Dean tried to pull away but Christian held his head in place, “Put it in your mouth or I’ll choke you on it,” Christian warned. Dean did as he was told and swallowed Sam’s long cock all the way down to the base. He went up and down sucking hard trying to satisfy Sam quickly. Sam’s pubic hairs tickled his nose when he went all the way down to the root and his mouth was assaulted with the slightly bitter taste of Sam’s precum when he sucked on the head.

Dmitry’s Childe had manipulated the brother named Sam into taking Dean sexually. Very interesting…

Christian pulled hard on the spikes ignoring the pain they inflicted. He felt them move inch by inch out of the ground, but one look at Sam’s body language told him that it was too late. Sam had ignited a lighter and was looking up at the window where Christian had fallen from. Christian looked up at the window as well seeing the pale face of Dean peeking down. It was obvious that Dean was nearly unconscious sitting on the bedroom floor sticking his head and one arm out the window.

Dean looked at Christian in disdain and weakly gave Sam the thumbs up. “Dean! No, can’t you see that I love you?” Christian yelled.

“Told you he’d pull through,” Sam smiled throwing the lit lighter onto Christian’s gasoline covered body.

“Dean!” Christian screamed as his body ignited on fire.

Dmitry growled in anger as he watched his Childe suffer by the mortal’s hand. Where was this Sam now?

She listened intently to her brother’s thoughts smiling at the image of the human being raped by Christian’s rotting burnt flesh. “Brother, you will get your revenge soon.” She caressed the ground softly attempting to pass her living energy onto her brother, “He is beautiful Christian. Will he be part of the family or will you kill him along with the others?” She closed her eyes listening intently to Christian’s mind. She waited patiently for his response to the question giggling at the answer. “That sounds perfect for such a little naughty little boy. What can I do to help?”

Sicily brought her brother back to life. Dmitry would have to thank Sicily in his own special way…

“You honestly think I would let you off that easily” Christian asked Sam before licking Dean’s earlobe enjoying the heated glare coming from John. “I think it’s time to have a little fun in honor of your father, don’t you think so?” He kissed Dean hungrily on the lips watching the look of obvious jealously coming from Sam. He signaled for Michel to unlock Sam’s cage while he continued to attack Dean’s mouth. Michel yanked Sam out of the cage and held him up on his feet. Christian reluctantly pulled his mouth away from Dean’s lips, “Now, Sammy, I think it’s time for you to show your Daddy what you really want to do with Dean’s mouth…”

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

Dmitry pulled out of Christian’s neck and looked at Christian’s face, “That was brutal even for you.”

“Yes, but it was effective,” Christian sighed somewhat drained. “But there is more for you to see,” he explained pulling his Sire back towards his neck.

With shaking hands, Christian reached out and began massaging the soap onto Dean’s back with loving caresses, “This is nice, this is what I’ve wanted for so long; just to touch you and having you not flinch means so much to me.” The vampire ran his soapy hands up and down Dean’s back lowering his hands slowly to Dean’s perfect backside fighting his desire to throw the human up against the shower wall and fuck him silly. He knew that Dean was cooperating because of a promise he made, and he knew that if he broke the promise he would lose Dean for good. Christian felt the temptation to run his soapy hands inside the welcoming folds of Dean’s ass, but he resisted, “I’ll leave that to you.”

Dmitry’s Childe has fallen in love with this mortal. How quaint…

“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.

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.”

Dmitry pushed Christian hard enough to make the taller vampire fall down, “You imbecile, how could you do such a stupid thing?”

“I want to make him my Childe,” Christian adamantly replied.

“Where are the brother and father,” Dmitry asked clenching his fist tightly.

Christian risked standing back up and faced his Sire with reverence, “Please forgive me Dmitry. I have been a fool, but I love him.”

“Where are they,” Dmitry demanded through clenched teeth.

“Tracking us,” Christian admitted.

“Are you out of your preternatural mind, why are they still living when you could have killed them already,” Dmitry asked in contempt.

“Like Sicily said, I love the mind games, and I’m not through playing with those two,” Christian defended.

“This is ludicrous! I didn’t raise you to be so stupid. That’s Marco and Michel’s job. You and Sicily are supposed to be powerful and wise,” Dmitry began. “You better hope that pretty boy of yours doesn’t know where he’s at or I will kill him.”

“He doesn’t have a clue where we are. I kept him asleep the whole time,” Christian rationalized.

“And he better be respectful to me and behave,” Dmitry warned his wayward Childe.

“He will…well, as much as he possibly can,” the taller vampire clarified grinning.

Dmitry’s brows arched in amusement, “Interesting, you chose someone completely different from Stefan. I must admit that I am surprised by your behavior.”

“Once you meet Dean, you’ll understand my fascination,” Christian smiled.

“Very well,” Dmitry stated before leaving his office to head towards the living room. Dmitry was rather upset with his Childe but he wanted to give Christian the benefit of the doubt. Never had his Childe acted so foolishly over a mortal, and he hoped that the mistake would not cost Christian his life. These Winchesters seemed a dangerous clan, and never before had Dmitry stood before a hunter without the intentions of killing them where they stood.

When the older seductive vampire walked into the living room, Dean stood immediately remembering Christian’s warning of showing respect. Dean was impressed by Dmitry’s powerful allure; the leather, the crimson red, and the all-knowing eyes were mesmerizing.

The vampire appraised the hunter as well admiring the long lashes, pouty mouth, and perfect face. Dean wasn’t a small man by any means, packed full of muscle, yet frailty and fear illuminated off of him, “Well Dean, let’s see if you’ve been worth all this trouble.” Dean took a involuntary step back as the menacing vampire stepped forward, “Dean, what ever is the matter? Don’t you want to get to know your future Grandsire better?” Dean continued to step away until he found himself trapped in a darkened corner of the room. Dmitry walked up to Dean placing his hands on the wall beside Dean’s head, “Dean, it’s time for me to see what all the fuss is about.” Dmitry looked intently into the human’s moss-green eyes noting the sexy freckles and licked his lips in approval, “Now, why don’t give your Grandsire a kiss...”

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