Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXVII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Weaknesses are exposed
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 XXVII 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.


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Port Hope, Canada-5 PM

Dmitry watched as the twins left the office and exchanged a knowing glance with Christian. They both knew that the Winchesters were going to be trouble. They would eventually find the house; the question was would they run or stay and fight? Dmitry walked over to the naked human and grasped Dean’s cock in his hand, “I need you to tell me more about your family.” Dmitry looked intently into Dean’s eyes, “Tell me everything I need to know about their weaknesses and strengths.”

Dean closed his eyes trying to push Dmitry’s presence out of his mind, “I won’t betray my family.”

Dmitry smiled and continued stroking Dean’s eager prick, “You don’t have a choice Dean. I can make you do anything I want…I want you to cum in my hand now.” Dmitry felt Dean trembling as the orgasm was ripped from his body unwillingly. He caressed Dean’s face tenderly as the human jettisoned his warm spunk onto his hand, “Now about those strengths and weaknesses.” Dmitry removed his hand from Dean’s spent cock and walked over towards his large desk licking Dean’s spunk off of his hand, “Let’s start at the beginning shall we?”

Dean watched as the older vampire leaned against the edge of the mahogany desk, “How about I get dressed first?”

Dmitry glared intently at the human sensing that Dean was uncomfortable, “I don’t know why you would ever want to cover up your perfection.”

Dean wrapped his arms around his chest, “I’m cold and I…”

“It would please me if you remained naked,” Dmitry insisted.

Dean sighed in disappointment, “Can I at least sit down?”

Dmitry hopped up on the edge of the desk and made himself comfortable, “No, and I want you to stop covering yourself.”

Dean looked at Christian hoping that the younger vampire would speak up against his Sire’s demands, “I’m only covering myself because I’m fucking freezing.”

Christian snatched out his long arm and slapped Dean on the back of the head, “Language Dean…and it would serve you well to remember your place.”

“Yes it would,” Dmitry agreed. “Now, place your arms back at your sides before I rip them out of their sockets.”

Dean reluctantly let his arms drop down to his sides and felt himself shivering from the cold, “Are you happy now?”

Dmitry’s mouth slowly formed into a soft smile, “Immensely, and it won’t be long before the cold you feel disappears for good. Once Christian graces you with his eternal kiss, you will never feel cold again, or sickness, or the aches of old age and death.”

“But I will obviously still feel pain from the both of you,” Dean sardonically commented.

“True, but we will never cause you injury unless you deserve it,” Christian explained placing his cool hands on Dean’s shoulders.

“So, Sicily deserved to have her neck snapped?” Dean asked.

“She touched you without my permission,” Christian replied pushing Dean towards Dmitry.

Dean felt himself being maneuvered over towards the older vampire, “And the twins deserved to be maimed?”

Dmitry spread his legs and allowed Christian to place the human in between his legs, “They had to be taught a lesson…a lesson I hope that I will never have to teach you.”

“Right, always dispose of the dead properly,” Dean began. “Don’t worry, I’ll salt and burn the remains.”

Dmitry raised one eyebrow in curiosity. “Salt and burn the remains? Why would you do that Dean?”

“It will keep them from haunting my ass,” Dean explained.

Dmitry reached out and placed his hands on Dean’s biceps and pulled the human closer, “Perhaps, I can get you to teach your brothers this process?”

Dean was pressed up against the vampire’s leather-clad crotch, and he could feel that Dmitry was once again aroused, “Of course, and maybe in return, you could make Sicily teach me her resurrection spell.”

Dmitry squeezed Dean’s arms firmly, “Now why would you want to know that spell?”

Christian stepped closer to Dean and pressed against his back, “Because he wants to know if there is a way to reverse it, don’t you?”

“Why would I want to reverse it?” Dean innocently asked trapped between the two fully-clothed vampires.

Dmitry grabbed Dean’s jaw and held it firmly in his strong hand, “Don’t play innocent with me Dean. You haven’t been innocent your whole life so don’t start now.”

Dean winced in pain from the vampire’s grip, “So you’re not buying the whole blushing virgin thing?”

“Hardly,” Dmitry laughed releasing Dean’s jaw. “You’re too good a fuck to be inexperienced, so I’m guessing you’ve been sexually active for quite a few years.”

“Sometimes, I think that he was born with a cock in his mouth,” Christian teased. “I don’t know how the hell your father kept his hands off of you when you were growing up; especially considering his wife was dead and you were there willing and able.”

“Shut up,” Dean warned. “Don’t talk about my dad or my mother like that.”

“Sensitive are we?” Christian asked.

“Yes!” Dean exclaimed. “But you already knew that; yet you keep picking at the scab called my fucking life, and make it bleed because you get off on it.”

“That’s enough out of you,” Christian cautioned. “I will say and do what I want to you because I own you.”

“Not yet,” Dean clarified. “I’m not yours until you make me into a bloodsucking monster.”

“Where is all of this anger coming from my little hunter?” Christian asked pushing Dean closer into Dmitry’s personal space. “You were fine just a few moments ago and now you’re acting like a bitch.”

“I thought that’s what you were trying to make me, your bitch,” Dean scoffed. “And I have just about had it with the two of you trying to outdo each other and claim me like some fucking trophy and another thing…”

Dmitry placed his hand over Dean’s mouth, “Hush!” The vampire looked into the human’s eyes seeing a mixture of anger and fear, “You will not talk back to us ever again. You no longer have a say in what happens to you, do you understand?” He wasn’t surprised when the rebellious mortal did not respond, “Christian, leave us.”

Christian looked at his Sire in alarm, “What are you going to do to him?”

“That is my business. Now…leave us,” Dmitry reiterated keeping his hand in place over Dean’s mouth.

“But Dmitry,” Christian began. “You promised me you wouldn’t kill him.”

“I’m not going to kill him Christian. My cock likes him too much to do that,” Dmitry leered suggestively as he looked into Dean’s eyes and saw a hint of arousal. “I will not ask you again…leave us.”

“Yes Sire,” Christian mumbled as he reluctantly pulled away from Dean’s body and walked slowly out of the room closing the door behind him.

Dmitry watched as his eldest Childe followed his commands wondering if he might possible have to remind Christian who was in control in their relationship. He released Dean’s mouth appreciating the redness that had collected on Dean’s sinful lips, “You are nothing but trouble for this family. You have infected Christian; he is obsessed, making careless mistakes and challenging me.”

“Then why don’t you kill me?” Dean asked still standing in between the vampire’s legs.

“I already told you why,” Dmitry smiled running his hands up and down Dean’s arms. “My cock likes you too much.”

“You sure know how to make a guy feel useful,” Dean snapped.

Dmitry’s grabbed Dean’s ass and squeezed, “And I’m about ready to make use of you now, but first, I want you to tell me about your family.”

Dean sucked in a sharp breath when he felt one of the vampire’s long fingers snake its way in between his crack and stroke tenderly at his sore hole, “We’re not exactly the Brady Bunch.” Dean leaned in towards the vampire and rested his head on the Dmitry’s shoulder, “You already know about my mother and why my dad started hunting, so what else do you want to know?”

Dmitry poked his finger inside Dean’s tight channel up to the first knuckle enjoying the small trembles he felt running through the human’s body, “I only know what Christian told me, so why don’t you tell me everything yourself?”

Dean turned his head to the side looking away from the vampire as he was molested by Dmitry’s finger, “When I was four, my mother was killed by a demon, and my dad went all vengeful; determined to kill the demon, and he dragged us all around the country teaching Sam and myself how to hunt.”

Dmitry continued to penetrate the human’s body with his finger, but he was being tender in his manipulations, “What did the demon do to your mother?”

“My dad says that the demon was in Sam’s bedroom, and she went in to check on Sam, but the demon put her on the ceiling and ripped at her stomach causing her to bleed,” Dean explained. “Dad went in to check on Sam and found her on the ceiling like that, but before he could help her, she caught on fire.”

“And he saved the both of you?”

“He handed Sam to me, and I ran out of the house not knowing what was going on,” Dean began. “I can still remember the smell of the fire and the sadness in my father’s eyes…a sadness that has never gone away.”

Dmitry pulled his finger out of Dean’s body and instead rubbed his hands tenderly on Dean’s back, “That must have been very difficult for you to deal with.”

Dean pulled his head off the vampire’s shoulder and looked into Dmitry’s brown eyes, “Why are you acting like you care about me?”

“I have my reasons,” Dmitry hinted. “Now, tell me about your dad’s obsession for vengeance.”

Dean felt the vampire’s cool hands returning to his ass and he heaved a sigh of revulsion, “He couldn’t get past the loss of my mother, and he coped with her death by learning how to hunt and kill evil things, and we naturally learned to help him in the hunt.”

Dmitry pressed his finger back inside Dean’s body, “How did you feel about killing these evil things?”

Dean placed his head back on the vampire’s shoulder and closed his eyes in pleasure as Dmitry stoked his prostate with his exploring finger, “You know…it’s funny because as rebellious as I am to authority and to you and Christian; I never once stood up to my dad. I always let him boss me around and tell me what to do, so when he told me that I was going to be a hunter and kill, I didn’t even flinch in protest. I just said okay and did as he told me.”

“So, it doesn’t bother you to kill?”

Dean opened his eyes and looked up into the mirror behind Dmitry’s desk, “No, I actually like it because it means that I can help other families with their struggle with evil, and if I’m lucky, no one else will lose their mother.”

“That is admirable,” Dmitry commented pushing a second finger inside Dean’s body. He heard the soft moan that escaped from the human’s mouth and smiled, “Tell me about Sam. How does he feel about killing and your father’s crusade for retribution?”

Dean continued to stare into the mirror wondering how it was possible that he could see Dmitry’s reflection in the mirror, “How come your bloodline has reflections in mirrors? The other vamps I’ve faced didn’t have reflections.”

Dmitry’s probing hand stilled, “We come from a powerful bloodline that has not been diluted by years of perversion.”

Dean thought back to his earlier conversations with Christian and his clan’s history, “Perversion, you mean not mixing your blood with weaker clans, right? Avoiding the vagabonds and misfits?”

Dmitry resumed his preparation of Dean’s tight hole, “Yes…now, tell me about your brother.”

Dean relaxed against Dmitry’s shoulder and allowed himself to open up to the vampire’s fingers, “Sammy has always hated hunting. He’s always wanted a normal life, whatever that means, and Sam and my father fight about it constantly.”

“Really,” Dmitry asked pleased to hear that the Winchesters were not united in the hunt. “They disagree often?”

“When Christian grabbed my dad and Sam that was the first time they had even talked to each other in four years” Dean explained feeling the vampire’s presence in his mind but unable to push him out. “Sometimes I think that they hate each other.”

Dmitry reached behind his back and began moving his papers and writing utensils out of the way, “I’m sure your father wasn’t pleased with what Sam did to you in that basement. It seems that you are your father’s favorite, and I’m sure that he did not take well to the fact that his disobedient son hurt you like that.”

Dean involuntarily tensed at the memory of being fucked by his brother in front of his father, “I’m sure that my father wants to protect me from Sam, and I can just imagine the arguments they have had since it happened.”

Dmitry slid off the desk and switched positions with Dean forcing the human to scoot on top of the desk, “I bet your father would kill him if he ever saw Sam touching you again, wouldn’t he?”

Dean shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Dmitry placed his hand on Dean’s chest and pushed the human’s upper body down onto the smooth wooden surface, “I think you do know what your father would do to Sam and it scares you.”

Dean was defenseless against the vampire’s physical and mental manipulations, “I don’t want either of them dead because of me.”

Dmitry pulled Dean’s ass to the edge of the desk and pushed the mortal’s thighs apart, “This is your fault Dean. You’ve done nothing but tear your own family apart and now you’re working on my family.”

Dean shook his head in denial, “This is Christian’s doing, not mine.”

Dmitry unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his aching cock, “You should have killed him when you had the chance.”

“I never had a chance,” Dean defended. “Christian is too strong and controlling.”

Dmitry stroked his dick while inserting three fingers inside Dean’s heat, “He’s just like your father, and you’re so pathetically weak…letting other men control you and order you around.”

“That’s not true,” Dean retorted.

Dmitry twisted his fingers inside Dean’s body brushing up against Dean’s sweet spot, “You’re nothing but a filthy slut Dean. You love being used and abused by men don’t you?”

Dean felt tears of guilt and shame leaking out of his eyes and down the cheeks, “I’m not a slut.”

Dmitry pulled his fingers out of Dean and placed the head of his throbbing prick at Dean’s entry, “You’re such a fucking liar.” Dmitry began pressing inside the human’s warm body, “You’re daddy made you who you are today, and I think you liked it when your little brother took control and fucked you.”

Dean closed his eyes trying to force the tears to stop, “No I didn’t.”

Dmitry continued to press inside the human impaling Dean on his thick long cock, “I wish I could have been there to see it…you on your knees, taking cock in your mouth and ass…you know you fucking loved it.”

Dean shook his head in denial whispering softly, “No….no…I didn’t…no.”

Dmitry pushed Dean’s thighs to his chest and watched as his dick pumped in and out of Dean’s eager hole, “There’s nothing to be ashamed of Dean; it’s just sex.” Dmitry angled his cock so that it was stroking up against Dean’s prostate with each thrust, “You loved having little Sammy claiming you, didn’t you? You want it again don’t you?”

“No…please stop,” Dean begged as his body betrayed him and began arching in pleasure.

“You loved it when Sammy shoved his prick in you and you know it you little slut,” Dmitry cruelly remarked. “Tell me something…have you always wanted Sam to fuck you or was that Christian’s doing?”

Dean felt the tears pooling underneath his neck even as his body was pummeled by Dmitry’s talented cock, “I fucking hate you!”

“I’m not the one you should hate Dean,” Dmitry laughed. “You should hate your father for making you so weak and needy.”

“No!”

“I wonder what your father would think about you if he knew you liked being treated like a cunt.” Dmitry teased. “What would he think if he knew you were thinking about Sam right now?”

Dean opened his eyes and watched as the vampire used his body for pleasure, “I’m not thinking about Sam.”

“Yes you are, you wish it was Sam fucking you now,” Dmitry grinned.

“No I don’t,” Dean began. “I was actually wishing that you were Christian.”

Dmitry’s body froze, “Excuse me?”

“He’s a much better fuck than you,” Dean replied smiling.

The vampire studied Dean’s expression determining the motivation behind Dean’s comment. “Good try Dean, but it’s going to take a lot more than that to make me turn on my own Childe,” Dmitry explained. The vampire began thrusting inside the human’s body once again, “Besides, I’m just channeling your brother right now. This is how he treated you in that basement and you fucking loved it.” Dmitry sped up his pumping and began stroking Dean’s cock with his hand, “He wants to fuck you again Dean, and I know you want him too, so why don’t you just admit it.”

“You don’t know what he’s thinking about me?”

“Everything Christian has seen and felt over these last few weeks has been shared with me, and I know for a fact that little Sammy wants to fuck your tight little cunt again.”

Despite Dean’s wishes, he felt his treacherous body steamrolling towards an orgasm, “Can’t really blame him…I wish I could fuck me sometimes too.”

“You’re so fucking conceited,” Dmitry softly laughed as he felt Dean’s body ripping his creamy release out of his cock. The vampire smiled as his spunk coated the silky walls of Dean’s ass, “I’m never letting you leave me…you’ll be mine.”

Dean felt the vampire’s cool spunk spewing into his body, and he moaned in satisfaction as his own dick squirted ropey strings of cum onto his flat golden belly, “I told you…that I’m not…a fucking trophy to be claimed.”

Dmitry lowered his upper body onto Dean’s and released the human’s thighs, “I’m going to take you away from Christian. It is my right as his Sire.”

Dean allowed the vampire to kiss his neck and lick at the salty remains of his tears, “Somehow, I don’t think Christian is going to go along with that.”

Dmitry ran his wet tongue down Dean’s neck feeling the human’s pulse throbbing underneath the warm skin, “He’ll just have to get over it.”

“What if I don’t want you as my Sire?” Dean tentatively asked.

Dmitry looked at Dean’s face and licked the human’s lips, “You don’t want either one of us to be your Sire but you’ll just have to get over it too.”

Dean allowed the vampire to claim his mouth in a toe-curling kiss and relaxed into the vampire’s embrace. He secretly hoped that the two vampires would fight over him giving him a chance to escape or to kill them, but he doubted that the two powerful vampires would make it easy for him. Dean returned the fevered kiss hoping to fuel Dmitry’s obsession over him and causing the arrogant Master Vampire to become careless just as Christian had done.

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Buffalo, New York-9 PM

John pulled out of the parking lot of the morgue racing the Impala down the highway, “That was definitely done by a vampire.”

Sam shivered in memory of the naked woman who had been obviously raped and bled to death by the vamps, “I fucking hate morgues.”

“The feeling mutual Sam,” John responded. “I’m thinking we pull into a motel for the night and regroup.”

Unfortunately, the only clue they had of Dean’s whereabouts was possibly Lake Ontario, but both men knew that it could have easily been Lake Erie, and they didn’t even know if Dean was still in the States. “I guess you’re right. It doesn’t make sense just to drive around and hope he jumps out at us.”

“We’ll find him Sam,” John reassured his son.

Sam looked vacantly out the front window, “I just hope we find Dean and not the shell of what use to be my brother.”

John saw the neon sign up the highway advertising ‘clean, cheap, rooms’, “Me too…I don’t even want to think about that possibility at the moment.”

“Could you kill Dean if he were a vampire?” Sam asked rubbing at his temples feeling a headache coming on. “I don’t think I could.”

John looked at his son and frowned, “I don’t know Sammy, but I hope to God we don’t have to find out.

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Port Hope-3 AM

Dean looked out the bedroom window looking for the train he heard noting the full moon and the clear sky. He could not see the train, but he saw a silver Lexus in the driveway along with the Mercedes the other vampires had stolen. He wondered why the vampires seemed so attached to luxury sedans. He was already worried that Christian would try to dress him once he was turned into a vamp and now he worried that Christian would make him give up hotrods.

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Dean slipped on his boots along with a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt and stepped closer to the open bedroom door hoping that Christian wouldn’t mind him exploring the old house a bit. Dean stepped out onto the stair landing and looked down the spiral stairs seeing one of the vampires he did not know standing by the door. Dean wondered if the other vampire was trying to keep his family out or keep him inside.

Dean stepped away from the landing and wondered down a short hallway where he saw a door slightly ajar. He looked into the opening and saw Sicily lying down on her bed. “Dmitry…please,” the female vampire pleaded. Dmitry was sitting on the bed beside her, and Dean was surprised when Dmitry bit into his wrist and offered the paralyzed vampire his powerful blood.

“You can come inside Dean,” Dmitry offered looking down at his Childe who was suffering from her injury.

“Does Christian know that you’re feeding her?”

Dmitry looked over at the human who was still standing in the doorway, “That will be our little secret Dean. Do you understand?”

Dean watched as the redhead drank from the Master Vampire’s wrist, “He’s going to be mad when he finds out. He said that it was his right to feed her or not.”

Dmitry pulled his wrist away from Sicily’s mouth and stood up from the bed, “And I am his Sire, and ultimately it is my decision if I am to let one of my children suffer or not.”

Dean stepped away from the door and back out into the hall, “It’s all good then. You just go back to what you were doing and I’ll be on my way.”

With preternatural speed, Dmitry grabbed Dean by the arm and shoved him into the wall, “And what are you doing exploring the house alone anyway? Does Christian know that you are disobeying him? Should I tell him?”

Dean swallowed nervously, “Why don’t you keep my secret and I’ll keep yours?”

Dmitry licked softly at the human’s pouty mouth, “Very well, but stay out of trouble…and don’t even think about walking out of this house.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it Dmitry,” Dean lied.

Dmitry ran his cool fingertips down Dean’s face, “Your bruise is healing quite nicely. Does it hurt?”

“Yes,” Dean simply answered.

“Good, it will be a reminder of what can happen to you if you misbehave,” Dmitry warned.

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise,” Dean beamed with his trademark smile.

“See to it that you are,” the Master Vampire threatened before releasing Dean and heading back into Sicily’s bedroom.

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Dean made his way down the stairs, offered the vampire at the door a smile, and walked towards the kitchen area. Dean was understandable hungry and he hoped that the vamps had not forgotten to stock up on human food and beverages. The kitchen was nearly bare of any normal kitchen devices; such as can openers, toasters, and pots and pans, but he did see a microwave. Dean explored the kitchen cabinets but found no food. He did find some plates and glasses, and a small collection of silverware including knives. Dean held the large butcher knife in his hand knowing that it was Sterling Silver wondering if it of would hurt the vampires at all or only mange to piss them off. He decided it was best to put the knife back in the drawer and turned his attention to the black refrigerator.

“Please be something to drink or eat in this bitch,” Dean said as he opened the refrigerator. He saw a jug of red juice that he assumed wasn’t V-8 or tomato juice, “That must be the emergency stash of blood.” Just the idea of heating up blood in a microwave made his stomach clench in disgust, “That’s just fucking sick.”

“Yeah, well thanks to you that’s our stash until Dmitry or Christian feeds us,” Michel informed the human as he walked into the kitchen.

Dean ignored the disfigured vampire and arched his brows in surprise when he saw eggs in the refrigerator, “One of you vamps likes eggs?”

“Those are for our mortal guest,” Marco replied. “And I guess that means you.”

“Not for long,” Michel remarked. “You won’t be human for much longer.”

Dean suddenly lost his appetite and closed the refrigerator, “I think I’ll pass on the eggs. You got any beer?” The two vampires approached Dean and smiled. Dean cringed in sympathy when he saw the missing fangs, “That had to hurt like a bitch.”

“Yes, it did, but I’m sure it won’t be long before Dmitry or Christian makes you suffer for your insubordination,” Michel sneered. “You haven’t begun to suffer until you become one of us.”

Dean made his way past the vampires confident that they would not lay a hand on him and made his way towards the kitchen exit, “Well, I know one thing for sure, just having you two bumbling idiots as my brothers is suffering enough.”

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Dean made his way out of the kitchen and headed towards the living room. He passed another strange vampire who was standing outside Dmitry’s office. Dean wondered what was so important in Dmitry’s office that he would find it necessary to post a guard, “How’s it going?” Predictably, the vampire ignored Dean’s flippant question, “Catch you later then.”

Dean made his way down the hall opening all of the closet doors along the way. He found one door locked and instinctively knew that it was the door to the basement. “Why would you lock the basement?” Dean asked out loud.

“Because we don’t want you going down there,” Christian answered from the darkness.

Dean watched as the pale vampire stepped out of the shadows of the hallway, “You sure are good at hiding.”

Christian approached the human and placed his hand on Dean’s back and led him farther down the hall, “And you’re good at sneaking off. Why did you leave our bedroom?”

Dean allowed the vampire to push him towards the front door of the house, “I wasn’t sleepy and you weren’t in there, so I…”

“Decided that you could leave without my permission?” the vampire interrupted. Christian nodded at the vampire standing guard at the front door and signaled for the vampire to open the door, “We’re going to go out for a bit. Tell Dmitry not to worry if he asks of our whereabouts.”

“You’re actually letting me outside?” Dean asked in surprise.

“Of course,” Christian responded leading the mortal out the door and down the porch stairs. “This will be your last chance to feel the cool night air on your skin.”

Dean stopped in his tracks in alarm, “The last chance?”

“Yes, tonight I will gift you with my eternal kiss,” Christian smiled.

Dean wanted to run but he knew it was of no use, “I’m not ready…I don’t want to be like you.”

Christian pulled his hand away from the human wanting to see of Dean would make a run for it, “I tell you what, if you can escape from me, I will never hunt you down again.”

“But he will,” Dean hinted.

“Who will?” Christian asked. “Dmitry?”

Dean looked at the silver Lexus and saw an Ontario license plate, “That was careless.”

Christian looked where Dean was staring and sighed, “Oh well, it’s not like you can call your brother again and tell him that you’re somewhere in Ontario; a providence that is more than twice the size of Texas.”

“But he knows I’m near a lake; most likely Lake Ontario,” Dean smirked confidently.

“I’m so impressed, but how do you know that it’s Ontario and not Huron or Superior, or hell, even Erie touches Ontario,” Christian replied grinning.

“I just do,” Dean replied. “My gut tells me it’s Ontario.”

“Well, regardless, it won’t matter after tonight,” Christian began. “You won’t care where you are once I turn you. You’ll only care about the bloodlust.”

Dean walked over towards the Lexus looking around for any signs of his location, “Too bad Canada doesn’t have counties on their license plates and it seems pretty quiet out here. What are you going to do for blood when I go all frenzy on you tomorrow night?”

“I will make arrangements,” Christian explained.

Dean looked up and down the quiet street noting that there was a street light a few hundred yards away with a street sign, but he couldn’t make out the words with his human eyesight, “I think you’ve already made arrangements and it’s locked up in the basement. Does Dmitry know that you’re doing this tonight?”

“It is none of his business. You are meant for me, and I can make you whenever I am ready,” Christian answered eying the human carefully. “Would you like me to read the street sign for you?”

“Would you?” Dean asked mockingly. “Like you said, it’s not like I’m going to be able to call my family and tell them where I’m at.”

Christian stared at the street sign ‘Lake Street’ and debated on telling the human the name but decided against it, “I don’t think so. I mean you never know with you Winchesters.”

“Well, it was worth a try, anyway…I think that Dmitry is going to be perturbed if you turn me without his knowing of it ahead of time.”

Christian suspiciously stepped closer to Dean, “Why is that?”

Dean put on his best heart-clenching smile, “Because when he was fucking me in his office he told me he wanted me for himself.”

Christian tensed in jealousy, “When he was fucking you?”

“Yeah, he wanted to pump me for information about my family, no pun intended, and he decided that shoving his cock up my sweet ass was the best way to go about doing that,” Dean replied smugly.

Christian raised his fist and struck out smashing the front windshield of the Lexus causing glass to explode into the car, “He will not have you again!”

Dean involuntarily jerked in surprise when Christian’s anger got the best of him thanking God that it hadn’t been his face Christian had attacked. “According to Dmitry, you’ll be the one not having me again,” Dean egged on. “He told me that he was never going to let me leave him and you would just have to get over it.”

Christian grabbed at the human and dragged him closer, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to turn you first before he has a chance to.”

Dean couldn’t stop the vampire who began dragging him over to the Mercedes, “Please tell me after all this time, after all this seduction, that you’re not going to do it in a car.”

“It’s not my personal preference, but I’m not going to let Dmitry have you,” Christian informed the mortal as he opened the back door of the car and threw Dean inside. Dean scampered over to the other door and tried to get out, “Where are you going Dean?”

“I was just going to go for a little walk,” Dean answered terrified of what was to come. “Christian, you know if you do this, Dmitry will still try to take me from you. You told me that it was his right as your Sire to do so.”

“Then I just might have to kill him,” Christian grinned yanking the mortal into his arms. He tilted Dean’s neck back and licked at the soft flesh, “It would be a shame to do so, but I will if I must.”

Dean felt Christian’s tongue on his neck and the first hint of the sharpness of Christian’s fangs, “He was feeding Sicily earlier with his blood. Why don’t you go kill him now before you turn me?”

Christian softly laughed against Dean’s neck, “I think not my little hunter. You are hoping that we will kill each other or at the very least give you a chance to escape,” the vampire began. “But you overestimate your cunningness. This fight you desire may happen once you are turned but by then you will rely completely on me to satisfy your bloodlust, and you will not want to escape or run from me ever again.”

When Dean felt the fangs sinking into his flesh, he moaned in pain, clasped his arms around Christian, and began breathing heavily. “Christian, please…stop,” the human begged. Dean’s body began to fill the effects of the blood lost and it wasn’t long before the pain turned into erotic pleasure. He felt himself hardening as his blood was sucked from his body, and he could feel his pulse slowing knowing that it wasn’t far from death.

Christian pulled his fangs out of Dean’s neck and lowered the human down onto the backseat. He bit into his wrist and lowered it down to Dean’s mouth, “Drink.” He watched anxiously as Dean’s eyes began to roll back into his head, “Dean, you must drink now.”

“No,” the human barely whispered.

Christian sighed in frustration and shoved his wrist onto Dean’s mouth, “Drink it!” He opened Dean’s mouth with his other hand and allowed the blood from his wrist to drop into Dean’s mouth, “Must you always be so damn stubborn?” The vampire smiled victoriously as the human involuntarily licked out the drops of blood that had fallen on his tongue, “Yes…that’s it Precious, drink of my blood.” Once again he pressed his wrist to Dean’s mouth and this time Dean grabbed Christian’s arm and held it in place sucking the life-force from Christian’s body until the vampire finally pulled it away from his mouth.

“More,” Dean begged unfamiliar with the craving his body demanded.

“No, not tonight,” Christian smiled down tenderly at his new creation. “In a few moments, we will go to our room where you will sleep through the next twelve hours or so.”

“But I’m not tired,” Dean pouted.

“You will be,” Christian replied pulling Dean up into sitting position. He examined Dean closely noting that the once human’s flesh was already paling and Dean’s moss-colored eyes had turned preternaturally bright allowing the newly formed vampire to see in the dark. “You are as beautiful as I hoped.” Christian kissed Dean and was pleasantly surprised when his newest fledgling grabbed him roughly by the back of his neck and kissed him back with a determined passion and need. Christian wrapped his arms around Dean and held on tightly as Dean struggled to control the kiss. Eventually, Christian yanked his mouth away from his eager creation, “The first thing you must learn is that I am your Sire and I am in control; not you.”

“I’m sorry, I just feel so alive. So strong and powerful,” Dean explained.

“This is just the beginning Dean. Once you have rested and your body has completely transformed, you will feel invincible and you will be able to do just about anything you want,” Christian explained. “But first, you have to get your first kill, and as you suspected, it is in the basement waiting for you.”

“I want it now,” Dean pleaded. He had never expected the bloodlust to be so strong.

“Tomorrow night, I promise,” Christian replied kissing Dean lightly on the lips. “But first, you must get your beauty rest and then we will have to face Dmitry.”

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Buffalo, New York-10 PM

“Sam!” John screamed in concern as his son doubled-over in pain and collapsed on the floor in their Buffalo motel room. John grabbed Sam by the shoulders holding on for dear life as Sam shook in pain and agony. Sam had been groaning in agony for a few moments and each passing second had become harder for John to watch.

“Dean!” Sam hollered. Sam’s head throbbed from his vision and he shuddered in relief as the intense almost blinding pain began to lessen.

“Sam, what the hell was that?” John asked filled with concern.

Sam looked up at his kneeling father, “It was a vision.”

John’s brows arched in surprise, “A what?”

Sam slowly stood up experiencing searing pain in his head, “We don’t have time for this right now.”

John released Sam’s shoulders and watched as his youngest son flopped down into the chair at the motel table and began tapping on the keyboard on the laptop. “When did you start having visions?”

Sam pulled up the search engine on his wireless Internet and began punching in a search for Ontario, “It’s been happening for the last few weeks but that was by far the most intense.” Sam scrolled the map of Ontario looking for railroads near Lake Ontario. “I saw Dean in my vision,” Sam began. He zoomed in on the map looking carefully for the names of streets on the Lake Ontario waterfront. “It’s going to happen tonight.”

John walked over towards the table and looked over his son’s shoulder noting that he was looking at a map of Lake Ontario, “What’s going to happen tonight?”

Sam stared intently at the computer screen hoping against hope that he would find a Lake Street on Lake Ontario near a railroad, “Christian is going to turn Dean tonight, and I saw clues to his location.”

John’s interest was peaked, “Clues? Like what?”

Sam spotted a Lake Street on the map and his heart felt like it had skipped a beat, “I saw a sign for Lake Street. I saw a grey Victorian sitting on a Lake, Ontario I’m assuming, and I saw a Lexus in the driveway with Ontario plates.”

John looked closer at the screen, “And now you’re hoping that you can find this Lake Street in Ontario, Canada?”

Sam scrolled frantically looking for the name of the town in which Lake Street was located, “That’s the idea.”

“Sam, this is ridiculous…You can’t possibly get Dean’s location from a vision, and I don’t appreciate you keeping me in the dark on this freaky power you’ve developed.”

Sam ignored John’s rant and instead focused on the map smirking, “I found a Lake Street on Lake Ontario and both the Canadian National and Canadian Pacific railroads run through this particular town.”

“Are you serious?” John asked skeptically. “What’s the name of this place?”

Sam finally looked up at his father and smiled, “Talk about an ironic twist.”

“What do you mean?” John asked.

Sam stared at John in amusement, “The name of the town is Port Hope and that’s exactly what we need if we’re going to try to stop Christian from turning Dean.”

John looked down at the computer screen at the name Port Hope and sneered, “It’s going to take a lot more than hope if we want to stop that bastard.”

“I know, but I saw some other things in my vision that will help to make our way easier,” Sam hinted.

“Like what?” John curiously asked.

“Let’s just say that our family isn’t the only dysfunctional one in the world, and the vamp clan is turning against each other thanks to Christian’s obsession over Dean,” Sam informed his father standing up to pack. “Most of them are injured and arguing with each other.”

John watched as his son threw his few belongings into his duffle bag, “What did you see?”

“I’ll tell you everything on the way,” Sam answered zipping up his bag. “We have about a three hour drive ahead of us, and we need to leave now if we hope to stop Christian.

John had not had a chance to unpack his own duffel, so he simply grabbed it off his bed and grabbed the keys to the Impala off the table, “Let’s get going then.”

Sam closed his laptop, placed it in his computer bag, and closed the flap to the bag, “We’re going to need some help. You got any contacts in Canada?”

John opened the door to the motel and let Sam leave first while he closed the door behind them, “I’ve done a few hunts up in these parts.”

Sam opened the door to the Chevy, threw his duffle in the backseat, and got into the passenger seat, “So you have somebody in mind?”

John opened the heavy car door, threw his bag in the back, and got behind the wheel of the car, “I think I might have someone we can call.”

“Who,” Sam asked as his he watched John pulling the car out of the motel parking lot onto the main highway.

“You remember Jacob?” John asked as he turned north onto Interstate 190.

“Jacob? As in the man who shot you in the leg because he thought you were a werewolf?” Sam asked hesitantly.

“Now in all fairness, it was dark, and I hadn’t shaved in a few days,” John smiled at the memory.

“The man was drunk off his ass and almost killed you,” Sam retorted. “I would just assume we do this alone if that’s all the help you can get, besides, I thought he lived near the Catskills.”

“He moved near the Falls three years ago,” John commented. “And he’s sobered up for the most part.”

“The Falls, as in Niagara Falls?”

“Those are the only Falls I know of in this area,” John replied. “And besides, Jacob’s help is better than no help.”

Sam looked at his father doubtfully, “I don’t know about that…Jacob’s not exactly what I’d call dependable or sane.”

John clenched the steering wheel in exasperation, “Sam, you haven’t seen the guy in nearly ten years, could you please give him a chance?”

Sam sighed in annoyance, “Fine, but I’m not going to be the one dragging you to a hospital if that stupid ass shoots you again.”

“Fine, you just make sure you tell me everything you saw in that vision of yours,” John replied. The oldest Winchester took out his cell phone, kept one eye on the road while the other eye scrolled down his address book for Jacob’s number. He pressed the call button and waited until he heard his old friend answer the phone, “Jacob?”

“Who the hell is this?”

John couldn’t help but to smile at his friend’s rude greeting, “It’s John Winchester…you know the guy you thought was a werewolf.”

Jacob held the phone tightly and frowned, “The John Winchester? The John Winchester who nearly got me killed two years ago when his truck skidded off the road and nearly slammed us into a tree?”

“That’d be the one,” John shyly replied. “But in all fairness, it was dark outside and we were being chased by a witch determined to send us both to Hell.”

Jacob chuckled softly, “She sure was a mean bitch wasn’t she?”

“Yeah she was,” John grinned. “And, she almost got us if it hadn’t been for that Church and the sacred ground it sat on.” John saw a sign on the Interstate for Niagara Falls and refocused the conversation, “Listen Jacob, I could really use your help on something.”

“What’s that?”

“Dean’s got himself into a nest of nastiness, and I need your help getting him out of it,” John began looking over at Sam. “Sam and I have tracked him to a place in Canada called Port Hope…”

“I know where that it is; it’s only about sixty miles east of Toronto,” Jacob interrupted. “They got some great fishing up there, but somehow, I don’t think I’ll need my fishing pole will I John?”

“Not unless it’s made of wood,” John hinted.

“Wood, as in a wooden stake,” Jacob asked grinning.

“Yeah,” John frowned in concern. “And maybe some silver too.”

Jacob scratched his head in confusion, “How the hell did Dean get himself involved with a vamp?”

John groaned in disgust, “It’s a long story Jacob, but he’s in serious trouble, and I need your help.”

“Alright, where are you?” Jacob asked taking the phone over to the couch and sitting down.

“We’re about twenty miles south of you just outside of Buffalo,” John answered hoping that his friend was sober and awake on such short notice.

“Thanks for the advanced warning asshole,” Jacob sneered. “Give a man more notice next time, would you?”

“Sorry about that, but it’s coming down to the wire, and we have to act tonight or Dean will be what we’re hunting next,” John reluctantly admitted. There was no way in hell he would let his son suffer being a vampire; desperately trying to ignore the bloodlust, to not kill. “Can we count on you Jacob?”

Jacob stared at the glass of Wild Turkey on the table wishing that he hadn’t answered the phone. Vampires were the worst, and he hated facing them, but John was his friend, and Dean and Sam were the only things John had left in the world. “Okay, I’m in.”

“You still live on that place on Welch Street?” John asked.

“Yeah,” Jacob replied picking up the glass of whiskey. “I’ll see you in a few.”

“Thanks Jacob,” John replied before ending the call. He looked over at Sam, “Jacob’s in.”

“Well that’s just great. I hope the asshole doesn’t try to stake one of us by accident,” Sam remarked.

“If you don’t stop with this attitude I just might stake you myself,” John warned. “Stop being a little shit and give the guy a chance.”

Sam felt his anger returning, “Okay Dad…but I’m warning you, if that drunken ass causes us to fail and Dean gets turned, I will kill him myself.”

“If Jacob’s drunk when we get there he stays, okay?” John offered.

“Okay,” Sam reluctantly agreed. Secretly, Sam hoped that Jacob was sober and ready for the fight, but he couldn’t stop the feeling of impending dread that he felt towards Jacob and his presence on the hunt for the vampires. Sam’s gut told him that Jacob would be trouble and he learned a long time ago to never ignore his instincts; although he had ignored his gut when Dean had begun acting weird all those weeks ago. Sam wished he could go back to New Chester on that faithful night where Dean had tried to warn him of the possibility of a Master Vampire being invested in the younger vampires Sam had easily killed. Instinctively, Dean had known that the creator of the fledglings existed and that his presence could be a problem down the road, but Sam had insisted that Dean’s instincts were wrong, and had pushed his brother’s concerns aside. “Never again,” Sam whispered to himself.

“We’re going to get there in time Sam…you have to keep up hope,” John pleaded.

“I thought you said we would need more than hope to save Dean,” Sam clarified.

You’re right, I did, but that doesn’t mean we give up hope Sam,” John implored. “Christian took Dean to Port Hope for a reason, and I for one, think that it’s fate that you had that vision, and I feel confident that we can defeat three vampires.”

Sam looked out the window at the shops of Niagara City. “Yeah…about that; we will be facing more than three vamps.”

“Excuse me?” John asked.

“It seems that Christian took Dean to Port Hope for a specific reason,” Sam began.

“And that would be what reason?” John hotly asked waiting impatiently as his son sat in silence. “Dammit Sam, answer me. What are you not telling me?”

Sam looked over at his father, “It seems that Christian’s Sire lives in Port Hope.”

“His Sire; as in the vampire that created Christian?” John asked incredulously.

“That’d be the one,” Sam replied. “And, there are at least two other vamps at the house with the Sire.”

John’s chest tightened in stress, “We’re heading into a nest of vamps with a Master Vampire and all we have is some silver, crossbows, wooden stakes, and Holy Water?”

“Don’t forget we have hope,” Sam replied sarcastically.

John looked over at Sam in alarm, “Sam, I want you to tell me everything you saw; especially anything about the Sire. We have to figure out his weakness.”

“Oh, that’s easy,” Sam smirked. “His arrogance will be his undoing.”

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