Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXVIII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The final battle takes place
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 XXVIII 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-2:30 AM

“Stop here,” Sam commanded.

John pulled the Impala over onto the side of road, “This isn’t Lake Street.”

“It’s about a mile up the road. I think it would be best for us to walk from here,” Sam explained getting out of the car. “This is definitely the place from my vision. I’m pretty sure I will be able to identify the house when I see it.”

“Pretty sure,” Jacob asked crawling out of the backseat. “I don’t want to go blazing in and staking up a bunch of humans by mistake.”

Sam walked to the trunk, opened it up, and began pulling out the needed supplies, “I’m not the drunk in this party so don’t accuse me of making some stupid-ass mistake.”

“Sam,” John warned. “Jacob had one glass of whiskey before we picked him up. That does not make him a drunk.” John closed the door to the car and met the other two men at the trunk, “Besides, it’s a legitimate concern. How will you know if it’s the right house?”

Sam filled his pockets with Holy Water, wooden stakes, and a cross, “I saw the cars out front, the license plate, remember?”

“Alright,” John handed Jacob a machete, “Cut their heads off and then we can be sure they’re dead.”

Jacob looked at the sharp blade and winced, “Yeah, but it’s a hell of a lot messier. I hate it when their blood spews all over the place.”

“It’s better than having your own blood spewed everywhere isn’t it?” Sam asked while loading his Glock with silver bullets.

John placed his own machete in a sheath and placed it in the back of his pants, “Let’s try not to have any of our blood spilled tonight, and the more vamp blood I see the happier I’ll be.”

Sam grabbed the crossbow and loaded it with an arrow with a silver tip, “The trick with these vamps is to incapacitate first then you go in for the kill.”

John grabbed a sawed-off shotgun and loaded it with silver-tipped buckshot, “Yeah, because that worked so well last time.”

“That wasn’t our fucking fault. How were we to know that they could be resurrected?” Sam asked closing the trunk. “This time, we take them down and cut off all of their fucking heads, and then we burn the bodies in a different place than where we burn the heads.”

John looked at his son in pride, “That sounds like a good plan Sam.”

“Wait,” Jacob began. “How are we supposed to incapacitate and kill all these vamps when they have Dean so close to them? Aren’t you worried that he’ll accidentally get killed in the shuffle?”

Sam and John exchanged a knowing look with each other silently agreeing on the appropriate action. John placed his hand on Jacob’s shoulder, “Jacob…we want to save Dean, but if he gets killed during the fight, it’s still a better fate then being turned into a vamp. It’s what Dean would want.”

Jacob arched his brows in confusion, “Wait, you’re willing to sacrifice Dean if it means you get a chance to kill the vampires?”

Sam looked up at the dimly lit street light doubting the sanity of their plan, but he supported his father’s choice, “Dean would never forgive us if we hesitated to kill the vamps to save him. What if you were killed instead or me or Dad? Dean would never get over it. He would blame himself forever.”

“And trust me Jacob, Dean would rather be dead than turned into a vampire that kills innocent life,” John sadly added. “I’m not saying that we don’t make the effort to save Dean, by all means possible we do that, but if the chance comes for us to take out Christian or the Sire, we can’t let them holding Dean hostage stop us from taking a shot.”

“And if Dean is hit in the process?” Jacob clarified.

“He’ll be a causality of this war, but then I’m going to rip the skin off the vampire who caused his death and torment them until I die.” John responded through clenched teeth.

“And if he’s a vampire when we get there?” Jacob hesitantly asked.

“Then he’s just another vamp to kill,” Sam coldly replied.

“How can you two be so callous? It’s Dean for God’s sake,” Jacob pleaded.

“It’s what he would want Jacob. Can you not understand that?” John began. “Do you really think that I want to see Dean killed? Do you honestly think that I will enjoy seeing my boy destroyed with all those other monsters?”

Sam shoved a bottle of Holy Water into Jacob’s hands, “If you can’t play by the rules than keep your ass back here with the car.”

Jacob took the bottle feeling his hands trembling slightly, “No, I’ll do whatever you need me to do. It will take all three of us if we want to save Dean.”

“That’s the plan,” Sam remarked walking away from the car beckoning the other men to follow. “We’ll walk towards the house and go from there.”

“That’s your big plan? We walk to the house and see what’s going on?” John hysterically asked.

“Isn’t it enough that I figured out how we’re going to kill them? Why don’t you figure out the next step,” Sam hotly replied.

“It was your fucking vision that brought us here. I thought you would know what to do to stop it,” John retorted following his youngest down the dimly lit street.

Sam rolled his eyes in aggravation, “Okay, how about we kill Christian when he steps out of the house?”

“I don’t appreciate your sarcasm Sam,” John cautioned.

“Jesus. H. Christ, how the hell has Dean put up with the two of you all these years?” Jacob cried. “That boy deserves a Nobel Peace Prize for playing peacemaker with the two of you.”

Both Winchesters smiled softly recalling all of the times Dean had saved them from fighting, all the times Dean had threatened to leave both their asses on the side of the road if they didn’t stop arguing, and all the times Dean had played the arbitrator and helped them to forgive and forget all the harsh words exchanged.

“Now, will you two stop fighting each other and focus in on the bloodsucking bad guys who have the most important person in both your miserable worlds’ hostage?” Jacob reiterated.

Sam followed Jacob’s advice and walked quickly down the snow-covered road towards Lake Street, “According to my vision, Dean and Christian will step out of the house alone, will talk for a few minutes, and then Christian will drag Dean into the back of a Mercedes and turn Dean.”

“So, we wait until that happens before we make our move?” Jacob asked grateful that he had elected to wear two pair of socks to keep the wet snow off his toes.

“Makes sense, we take out Christian first, give Dean a weapon, and systematically take out all the rest,” John encouragingly complied. “Also, if we get there early, we could split up and stakeout the outside of the house checking for hidden attack points, and maybe do a little eavesdropping into the windows. Get a better idea of the number of vamps in the house.”

Sam took a left onto Lake Street and lowered his voice, “From here on out, it’s minimal talking. They can hear us quite easily.”

“Are we agreed on the plan?” John softly asked.

Both Sam and Jacob gave John the thumbs-up and stealthily walked down the length of Lake Street towards the most crucial battle either man had fought in their lives.


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Christian watched in fascination as Dean slowly lifted his hips off his rigid phallus only to sink back down on his hardness moments later. He knew that Dean was sore and over-used but the human rode his cock without complaint, “Soon, you will be able to do this with very little discomfort.”

Dean’s body was beyond exhaustion, the weeks of stress and physical and emotional abuse were starting to catch up with him, but he forced himself to comply to Christian’s wishes, “If you would just give my poor body a night or two off to rest…it wouldn’t hurt so much.”

Christian grabbed Dean’s hips and began forcing a faster pace, “Soon, you will never need to rest as long as I allow you sustenance, and you will do anything to get the nutrition you need from me.”

Dean winced in pain as his brutalized hole was stretched with Christian’s insatiable prick. “Great, eternity to be your whore so I can get blood. You make it sound so tempting.” Dean felt the cool silk sheets on his knees, and he placed his hands on the vampire’s pallid chest for support, “Is that what you did to Stefan?”

Christian grabbed Dean’s hands and placed them back onto Dean’s hips and held them in place. He stabbed up inside the human’s body roughly enjoying the moan of agony that escaped Dean’s mouth, “I didn’t have to make him my whore. He wanted to be a vampire and he would have done anything to stay on my good side, but not you…no, not my little hunter…you know nothing but defiance and rebellion, and thus will be treated accordingly.”

Dean closed his eyes and rode out the piercing pain as the vampire slammed inside his body and took from him for the fourth time in just one short hour, “Sometimes, I think that you’re trying to fuck me to death.”

“I could think of worse ways to die,” the vampire smiled as the human’s body began shaking in exhaustion and trauma from the abuse. “Tell me you love me, and I will finish up for the night. Leave you to rest.”

Dean felt as if his insides were going to come out from all the intense pounding he had experienced from Christian and Dmitry since he had arrived at the house. He felt torn, swollen, and stretched to his physical limits, “I love you.”

Christian laughed, “Not good enough Dean. You didn’t sound sincere.”

Dean arched his back and bit hard on his lips trying to keep the screams of pain inside but to no avail, “Please stop…I can’t take it anymore!”

“You can stop this right now Dean,” the vampire hinted continuing to impale Dean on his thick leaking cock.

Dean looked down at the vampire’s cruel blue eyes and shuddered in defeat, “I love you Christian. I want to be yours for eternity.”

Christian stilled his hips, looked at the weakened human in adoration, and smiled sadly, “If only you meant it.” Without ceremony, Christian released his dead seed inside the human’s body and pushed Dean off his wiltering prick, “Get dressed and meet me downstairs.”

Dean could barely lift his head from the bed, “Can I take a shower?”

Christian got off the bed and grabbed his pants from the chair, “No…and don’t you dare ask me why!”

Dean struggled to sit up in an attempt to follow Christian’s command, “Anything in particular you wish me to wear?”

Without warning, Christian reached out, grabbed Dean by the arm, yanked him off the bed, and pulled him hard up against his broad rigid chest, “I can still smell Dmitry on you!”

“Is that why you are abusing me tonight, because you’re jealous of him?” Dean attempted to push himself off the vampire’s bare chest but could not get any relief from the painful hold Christian had on his arm, “It’s not my fault your Sire has the hots for me. You never should have brought us here!”

“We won’t be here for much longer,” Christian confidently replied. He pushed Dean down onto the floor and threw a pair of jeans into Dean’s face, “Get your pretty ass dressed and meet me downstairs.” Christian ignored the shaking human on the floor and instead concentrated on getting himself dressed, “You have five minutes to be downstairs or I’ll send Michel up here after you, and trust me, he’s looking for any excuse to hurt you.”


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Port Hope, Canada-3AM

Sam, John, and Jacob stepped carefully into the yard of the grey Victorian house noting the Silver Lexus and the Mercedes from Sam’s vision. Sam silently motioned for John to take the right side of the house while Jacob took the left side. They were in silent agreement that they were to meet back at the front of the house within ten minutes. Sam sunk to his knees on the snowy ground, hid behind the Lexus, and prepared his crossbow for Christian’s appearance. Sam hoped that he would have the advantage because the vamp wouldn’t suspect that Sam would be outside waiting to attack.


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Jacob made his way quietly around the left side of the house looking for tactical advantage and insuring that no vamp snuck up on them once Sam made his move on Christian. Jacob could stand on his tip-toes and see inside the ground-level windows, but they were all covered with thick plantation-styled blinds and drapes. He could make out some light behind the windows but very little else. Jacob looked up, down, and around with every step he made because he was determined that he was not going to be a vampire kiddy-snack before the night was over.


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John made his way swiftly and silently around the right side of the house looking for hidden entrances and attack points. John worried about Sam being alone out front, but he had every confidence in his son’s ability to take down Christian; especially with Dean’s life in danger. Still, he wished the roles were reversed. He had always preferred Dean over Sam in a fight. Dean was quick to react and followed his instincts where Sam had a tendency to over-analyze the situation and get himself into trouble.


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Dean took one final look in the mirror looking disgustingly at the large bruise still present on his face from Dmitry’s display from the night before. He wondered not for the first time how his life had gotten so fucked up in such a short amount of time. One day, he was on a hunting trip with his brother relearning each others habits and mannerisms, and the next day, he was being stalked by a creature of the night. As hard a he tried, he couldn’t imagine this kind of shit happening to Buffy. She would have staked the bastard the first chance she got, but he had fallen for Christian’s bullshit mind-control and now it looked like it was all getting ready to end in his mortal death.

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Sam nervously waited for John and Jacob to return running the plan through his head for the hundredth time. The door would open, he would standup, shoot Christian in the chest with the silver-tipped arrow giving Dean enough time to get out of the vampire’s clutches, and then they would all descend on the weakened vamp and cut his fucking head off. “Just relax,” he whispered to himself. “What could possibly go wrong?” He rolled his eyes in skepticism, “Since when has a Winchester plan ever worked out as planned?”

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Jacob stepped up to the basement window which was also covered with blinds, but they were partially opened allowing Jacob to see slivers of movement. He could make out what looked like four vampires standing around a bulky coffin of some sort. He pressed his face in closer to the glass looking for details about the coffin, but it was difficult with the poor lighting and the blinds to make out the details. The coffin was silver with an intricate design on its cover; a carving of some sort. Jacob stared intently trying desperately to make out the details on the coffin observing the lack of handles on the coffin wondering how the object was moved from place to place. It was as if the coffin opened through some sort of sliding mechanism, not visible to the naked eye; like a sarcophagus.

Jacob stepped away from the window rubbing the back of his neck in tension, “Okay, four more vamps we didn’t know about.”

“And one more human than we expected,” Marco remarked as he slammed the human’s face into the basement window busting out the glass and causing the human to slip into unconsciousness. “It was nice to meet you and welcome to the party.”


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John continued he reconnaissance of the house making his way towards the back of the house. He had not seen anything out of the ordinary and was about to turn back towards Sam when he suddenly overheard heated voices coming from the window above. He stood on his tip-toes to look into the window, looking at the shadows of what appeared to be two figures arguing through the thick plantation blinds.

“Christian! What were you thinking?” an unfamiliar voice yelled.

“Sire, it was what was necessary,” Christian began. “It is the only way to end this.”

“You mean the only way to end this mess you created!”

John listened attentively as Christian and his Sire argued; pleased that the vampires were too concerned with their internal conflict to notice that they were getting ready to be invaded by hunters.

“You should have asked for my permission Christian!” Dmitry exclaimed. “I am still your master!”

“This will all be over soon, and we will leave you…”

“He stays here with me!” Dmitry yelled. “Or you can both stay, but if you choose to leave, you will not take him with you!”

There was a moment of silence but eventually John heard Christian agreeing to Dmitry’s request. He assumed that they had been talking about Dean, which meant that his boy was still very much alive for the moment. “We’re coming for you Dean.”

“Not if I have anything to say about it John,” Michel remarked as he picked the human up by the jaw and lifted him off the ground. “Remember me Johnny? Cause I got to say, I’ve missed our private moments when I use to beat the living crap out of you.” Michel slammed the back of the human’s head into the hard surface of the house smiling as the mortal slipped from his grasp and fell on the ground into a nonresistant puddle of bones and flesh.


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Dean limped downstairs grimacing with each step he took. There wasn’t a place on his body that didn’t ache in complaint with each step he took. He dreaded facing Christian and Dmitry again. He was afraid what they had planned for the remainder of the night, and never had he wished for daylight to end his pain more than he had this night. His body was desperate for time to heal, to recuperate, and to toughen itself up for the next assault.

As he stepped off the landing of the stairs looking at the front door foyer, he gasped in alarm at what he saw, “What the hell?”


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Sam looked at his watch for the tenth time in the last minute wondering where his father and Jacob were, “Come on guys…I need you for this.” Sam looked up expectantly at the front door preparing himself for Christian and Dean’s appearance; preparing to take one faithful shot which he hoped would be enough to distract Christian from Dean. “Come on Dad. Where the hell are you?”

Sam wished for the thousandth time that his mother had not been killed in the fire all those years ago, and that he and his family had lived a normal life which consisted of PTA Meetings, baseball practice, and SAT Prep; not salting doors and windows, treating bullets with silver, and target practice. He silently wondered what Dean would have done with his life. He had no doubt that his older brother would still be a charmer with a lethal smile, but he wondered what Dean would have done to satisfy his need for helping others. He could easily see Dean as a fireman, a paramedic, or God forbid, a cop, and he had no doubt that Dean would have been great in any career he had chosen. Instead, Dean was getting ready to be turned into a vampire and he, along with Jacob and his father were most likely getting ready to die by a vampire’s fangs. “Who the hell did my ancestors piss off to deserve this shit?” he mumbled to himself.

Sam felt his heart stop for a moment when he saw the front door slowly opening up. He didn’t hesitate; he aimed the crossbow and fired hoping that he didn’t hit Dean. Time seemed to stop as he watched the arrow fly across the small patch of earth, up the porch, and soar up towards the vampire that waited in the doorway. It took a split second for Sam to realize that the vampire in the doorway was not Christian but was the Sire. Sam stood up prepared to attack the older vampire, but the master vampire easily caught the speeding arrow in mid-air before it had a chance to pierce his chest. “Holy Fuck,” Sam whispered in appreciation.

“You must be Sam,” Dmitry remarked as he dropped the arrow to the ground. “I have to say that I’m not impressed with your manners. Is that anyway to treat your host?”

Christian stepped out from the shadows dragging a bruised Dean with him, “That would be the annoying, rude, and younger brother.”

“Dean!” Sam yelled.

“So, this was your big plan? Shoot me with an arrow, grab Dean, and run away like a little girl?” Christian mocked.

“Not exactly, I have backups in place,” Sam smugly replied trying to appear more confident than he felt. He had been thrown by the swift reflexes of the Sire. Never had he seen a vampire move so fast.

Dmitry snapped his fingers at the other vamps in the house, “Do you mean these backups?”

Sam felt his mouth drop open as he saw his father and Jacob dragged out onto the porch. Both were bleeding from their scalps and appeared to be wobbly on their legs, “That would be the ones.”

Dean looked at his brother and rolled his eyes in exasperation, “I got to say Sammy this plan is beginning to suck it up.”

Sam stared incredulously at his ungrateful brother, “I’m doing the best I can Dean.”

“I cannot believe that the three of you allowed yourself to fall into this trap,” Dean replied in disgust. “I think that I was better off on my own. At least then I only had to worry about myself.”

As much as Christian was enjoying the brother’s banter, he had to take credit for the trap, “Sammy boy, you know that Dean is right. You fell right into my trap; hook, line, and sinker.”

“We were worried when you didn’t R.S.V.P. the invitation to our little party,” Michel smirked while holding John close to him.

“What invitation?” Sam asked looking at the porch-full of vamps knowing that there was no way that any humans were leaving alive. “What are you talking about?”

Christian pulled Dean closer and sucked on an earlobe, “Has he always been this slow?”

Sam watched in fierce jealousy as the vampire played with his brother, “Get your hands off of him!”

“Why, what are you going to do about it?” Christian teased. “You really thought you could rush in here like a knight in shining armor and save your brother from me, didn’t you? It’s really quite sweet…your naivety.”

Sam stared at the vampire in slow understanding, “My vision…you created it didn’t you? You placed it in my head…none of that was real.”

Christian sarcastically clapped his hands together, “Very good Sammy…you figured at my dastardly plan.”

“But why would you do that?” John asked from behind.

“Because Johnny Boy, I knew that I could use Sammy to bring you two here to my doorstep,” Christian bragged.

“Why would you want to draw us a map to your secret location?” Sam probed.

“Because he wanted you here to see my mortal death,” Dean replied. “He wanted you to see that he had won and that you had lost.”

Christian placed a finger underneath Dean’s chin and lifted it up, “That’s my good little hunter. Always quick to catch on, aren’t you?” The vampire kissed the human gently ignoring the anger radiating off the father and brother, “Good thing I wasn’t facing you rather than Sammy. You are a more suitable advisory for me. You never would have fallen for the vision. You would have seen through its simplicity and its obvious attention to detail.” Christian released Dean’s chin and looked back over at Sam, “Didn’t you find it strange that every hint you could possibly need to find us so happened to end up in the vision? I mean even the mysterious deaths in Parkersburg and Buffalo were done on purpose just to lead you to this moment.”

“What!” both Dmitry and John exclaimed.

Christian looked sheepishly at his Sire, “I had Marco and Michel eave the bodies so that the Winchesters would have some sort of trail to follow. Of course, I hadn’t expected you to rip their fangs out for their actions, but I have eternity to make it up to them.” Christian turned his attention back to Sam, “And you were so easy to lead and to manipulate into my web of lies. You were almost too easy.”

Sam was fuming, “Glad I’ve entertained you with my stupidity and gullibility!”

“Yes you did, and as a reward for that stupidity and gullibility, I am going to give you a front row seat for tonight’s grand finale,” Christian tantalized.

“You really brought us all the way up here to see you turn Dean?” John asked with doubt.

“That’s part of it…”Christian began.

“Let me guess,” Sam interrupted. “The other part is so that we can be his first meal,” Sam sardonically replied. “You are so predictable in your arrogance, your over confidence…wait, it wasn’t your Sire’s arrogance that I felt in the vision but your own, wasn’t it?”

“Yes, so…” Christian started before he felt himself being yanked off the ground by his neck with a vicious grip.

“I have told you over and over that your arrogance would be your undoing,” Dmitry hissed looking up into his fledgling’s eyes. “You have brought this to my house without my permission.” Dmitry shook his fledging like a rag-doll, “You threw this little party without my knowing…inviting our enemy to tear us apart!”

Christian tried to pry Dmitry’s hand from his throat but to no avail. “Dmitry,” he struggled to say.

Dmitry squeezed even harder enjoying the look of panic in Christian’s eyes, “You created this threat to my family, to me, and to your clan! You lied to me Christian!”

Marco and Michel looked on in horror as their Sire took out his anger on their older brother, “Dmitry, please don’t kill him!”

The Winchesters and Jacob looked on in awe as the older vampire manipulated the other vampire like a puppet, “Are you strong enough to run?” John whispered to Dean.

“I don’t think so, and besides, I have a feeling it would be a mistake to move right now,” Dean warned staring in fascination as the master vamps eyes shined brightly in rage and his fangs descended in a ferrous manner. “He’s like the male lion getting ready to defend his Pride and it would be prudent for us to stay out of his way.”

Dmitry shoved the younger vampire into one of the porch’s support beams causing it to snap, “You used me to play with this human family. A family that should have been a non-threat, but instead, against your sister’s better wishes, you arrogantly played games with them, but guess what Christian…this game you lose!”

Christian clawed at his Sire’s hand drawing blood, “Please.”

“Please what? Forgive you for endangering this family, for placing your personal agenda above the agenda of this clan?” Dmitry carried Christian over towards the Lexus, causing Sam to scramble out of the way. He smashed the younger vamp into the trunk of the car smiling when he heard bones breaking, “You know who is in that basement under my protection, and yet, you chose to play this dangerous game without my authorization! When I awaken him and tell him what you have done, you will pay most severely!”

Christian felt himself being picked up and slammed into the trunk once again hearing his own spine snapping thinking it ironic that he would be given the same fate that Sicily had been given by his own hands. He tried to talk but it was difficult since Dmitry was essentially crushing his neck, “I would never…hurt him on purpose.”

Dmitry once again lifted his disobedient childe in the air not at all satisfied with Christian’s inability to move, “You have betrayed this family Christian, your own clan, and you will pay for your mistake.” Without warning, Dmitry tore into the soft cool flesh on Christian’s neck, mangling skin and cartilage, and sucked viciously hard until Christian was almost completely drained of his life-force; drained to the point of unconsciousness.

All looked on in fear and trepidation as the master vamp dropped the near lifeless body to the ground. His handsome face was covered with crimson red, and Christian’s blood was splattered on Dmitry’s shirt. The five-hundred year old vampire had shown all present what powerful vampires were capable of, and it made them all shudder in awe; especially Dean who had been in the vampire’s clutches just hours earlier.

Dmitry took a moment to compose himself and looked at John shrugging, “Children…what a pain in the ass.” The master vampire looked at his other fledglings, “You can take your brother to the basement as soon as the Winchesters and I come to an agreement.”

John arched his brow in curiosity, “What kind of agreement would that be?”

Dmitry wiped his bloody mouth with the back of his hand, “Leave now, never hunt us down, and all of you live to see tomorrow.”

Sam shook his head in disbelief, “Just like that? You’re going to let us go now that we know where you live?”

Dmitry looked at Dean longingly, “Sam, you’ve just seen what I’m capable of, do you really think you could stand a chance against me?”

“And Dean,” John nervously asked not even wanting to think about what the vampire could do to a human body.

“If he wishes to leave; he may, but I warn you,” Dmitry began continuing to stare at the striking mortal he so longed for. “If I ever see anyone of you near my family again I will take Dean and you will never see him again.”

“How do we know we can trust you?” Sam asked suspiciously.

“Sam, if I was going to kill you I would have already done it. Besides, my Childe has to learn that he can’t get everything he wants.”

“How can you predict what Christian will do once he recovers?” John questioned.

Dmitry walked over towards the porch and nodded for the other vamps to release their hold on John and Jacob, “I can assure you that he will be punished to the extreme by the elders of this clan. John, your entire family will die from old age before Christian ever sees another mortal again.”

“A little severe don’t you think?” Dean asked concerned for the other vampire despite his attempts to not care.

Dmitry reached out and traced the bruise on Dean’s cheek as a reminder, “You really think he deserves less punishment for what he’s done to you?”

“No,” Dean whispered in shame. “He probably deserves even worse.”

Dmitry bitterly smiled, “And his Grandsire may see that death is his deserved punishment or something worse, but I can guarantee you Dean that you will never see Christian again.”

John knew an opportunity when he saw one and he wanted to get his family out of harm’s way before the powerful vampire changed his mind, “Jacob, take the keys and go and get the car.” John watched as his friend took the keys and took off running down the road for the Impala, “Just to make sure we’re clear on this…I leave your family alone, and you’ll leave my family alone, is that right?”

Dmitry desperately wanted to keep Dean for himself, but he knew that he would spend eternity fighting with Christian over his claim, and he just wasn’t in the mood to fight the elders of his clan over Christian’s possible punishment and the possibility that they would want to take Dean away from him. He could only focus on one Childe at a time, “That’s right, and don’t bother coming back to this house, we’ll be gone before daylight.”

John was impressed by the vampire’s demeanor, “I almost believe you Dmitry.”

Dmitry stepped up onto the porch, “What will I gain from releasing you now only to hunt you down later? I could kill every one of you right now before you would even have a chance to grab a weapon. I could keep Dean for myself, live my eternal life in peace, but instead, I am willing to let you go because of my son’s behavior and to prove a point to him.”

John stepped off the porch escorting Dean away from the vampire, “And what point would that be?”

Dmitry laughed softly looking at the Winchesters affectionately, “That Father always knows best.” Without preamble, the master vampire turned his back on the humans feeling confident that the Winchester clan would leave his family alone, and he walked into the house to prepare for his family’s quick departure.

Sam, John, and Dean watched wearily as Michel and Marco gathered Christian’s limp body and dragged the vampire into the house. Dean waited for the younger vamps to say something, but they remained silent and somber in their chore. It seemed that they knew that Dmitry’s word was the Law in the family, and that Christian had broken that Law and was now reaping the punishment.

Dean was simply too tired to rationalize the fact that he was actually free of the vampire’s control and responded in the only way he knew how; humor. “Got to say Sam, your plan didn’t suck it up so much after all.”

Sam smiled softly, “Yeah it did. If it hadn’t been for Dmitry, we’d all be dead and you would be a vamp.”

“But I’d be a damn good-looking vamp,” Dean replied looking at his father. Dean could hear the familiar sound of the Impala racing down the street, “You better have taken care of her.”

John smiled tenderly and pulled his son into a hug watching the house closely for activity, “I’m so glad to have you back Dean.”

Dean hugged his father back tightly feeling the tears of relief pooling in his eyes, “Do you think they’ll really leave me alone?”

John looked at Sam who was near tears himself, “I think that as long as our paths don’t cross again all will be well.”

Sam reached out to stroke Dean’s arm but pulled his hand back at the last second not sure how Dean would respond to his touch, “I’m not as worried about Dmitry as I am Christian. What if the elders don’t punish him as extremely as Dmitry thinks they will?”

Before John could respond, Jacob pulled up to the curb in the Chevy and opened the passenger door, “Let’s get the hell out of here before that psychotic vamp changes his mind.”

Sam grudgingly got into the front seat allowing his father to sit in the backseat with Dean. He knew that John was the person Dean needed most at the moment. Dean didn’t need the added pressure of Sam’s actions and desires being thrown in his face. He needed the support of his father who could hold him and tell him that all would be well. He didn’t need a brother who was fucked up with guilt and sexual perversion who wanted nothing more than to be inside Dean claiming him as his own. As far as Sam was concerned, he was not any better than Christian in regards to what he wanted to do to Dean. He was just as big a threat to Dean’s sanity as Christian was, and he knew that he would have to give Dean some time to recover so that Dean could come to the realization that he wanted Sam as his new lover. Sam would be more than willing to give Dean what he needed; even if he eventually had to convince and persuade his older brother what the truth was…that he and Sam belonged together and nothing would keep them apart; not vampires and sure as hell not their father.

Several miles down the road, Jacob raced down the Canadian highway towards Toronto listening to the soft exhausted breathing of the resting and sleeping Winchester family. Needing a distraction from the tempting sounds of sleep, he turned the radio on to a soft level. He wasn’t surprised to hear AC/DC coming from the speakers since that was all they had listened to on the way to Port Hope, but he wanted something not as loud on his ears, so he ejected the tape and began thumping his finger on the steering wheel to the song he heard on the radio:


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

“Turn that shit off,” Dean hissed from the backseat.

“What’s wrong with that song? It’s a good song,” Jacob whined.

“Trust me, that song is all kinds of wrong,” Dean answered closing his eyes once Jacob pushed the AC/DC tape back in the player.

Sam shifted in his seat, propped his head on the passenger window, and smiled thinking about Dean and what was to come, “Now, that song’s more like it…”

Don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry cause it's your turn tonight
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

Like a fever burning faster
You spark the fire in me
Crazy feelings got me reeling
They got me raising steam
Now don't you struggle
Don't you fight
Don't you worry cause it's your turn tonight, yeah
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me put my love on the line
Let me put my love into you babe
Let me cut your cake with my knife

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