Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXIX
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: It’s a long road to recovery
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 XXIX of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment. I began writing this series in November of 2005 after Asylum aired on television.
3. My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.
4. Dreams are in italics


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Niagara Falls, USA-5AM

Jacob pulled the Impala into his driveway and turned off the headlights, “Are you sure this is a good idea? Staying here so close to the vamps?”

John looked over at Dean who had fallen asleep along the way, “Dean needs a place to rest, and I need a chance to clean him up.”

“They have beds in hospitals,” Jacob suggested.

“No hospitals. No doctors,” John began. “They’ll ask too many questions and I don’t want to put Dean through that.”

“He needs medical attention,” Jacob argued turning to look back at John.

“We’ll fix him up,” Sam explained. “And what we don’t have we’ll steal if we have to.”

Jacob looked at both men in disbelief, “Look, even I can see that the boy is in bad shape, and…”

“We’re not arguing about this anymore,” John interrupted. “If you don’t want us to stay here we’ll leave.”

Jacob ran a hand through his thinning black hair, “No, you can stay…I’m just worried for Dean.” Jacob opened the driver’s door and got out of the car, “Let’s get him inside.”

Both John and Sam watched as Jacob walked towards the house, “You know,” Sam began. “He’s right. Dean does need medical attention.”

“What he needs is his family; people he can trust,” John offered. “And besides, you know how antsy he gets in hospitals.”

Sam looked at Dean’s face and frowned, “You can say that again.”

John gently shook Dean, “Dean, I need you to wake up son. We’re here.”

Sam opened the passenger door of the Chevy, “I’ll grab our gear.” The youngest Winchester closed the heavy door and made his way to the trunk of Dean’s beloved car. It was tearing Sam up inside watching his father being so gentle and loving with his brother. For his entire life, John Winchester had been a slab of granite that could not be chipped or broken apart; a man who refused to show weakness or vulnerability, but now he was witnessing a side of his father he had never seen, a side that for some reason caused a streak of jealousy to stab him in the gut.

“Dean,” John called out while stroking the bruise on Dean’s face.

Dean began stirring, fluttering his eyes open, and attempting to get his barrens, “Dad, please tell me I’m not dreaming and that you’re really hear.”

“It’s real. I’m here and you’re safe now,” John smiled tenderly.

Dean ran his hands through his hair and yawned, “Where are we?”

“We’re at Jacob’s place near Niagara Falls,” John responded getting out of the car. “Stay right there. I’ll come around and help you out.”

Dean opened his door and watched as his father made himself around the front of the car and up to the door, “I can do it myself. I’m not helpless.”

John looked on discouragingly as Dean pulled himself out of the backseat wincing in obvious pain, “I’ll tell you what Dean…either you let me help you or I’m taking you to a hospital.”

Dean held onto the door frame for support and glared at his father, “I’ll take what’s behind door number three.”

“I’m not playing here,” John remarked. “I don’t have the time or energy to fight with you. Either you listen to me and make your recovery easy on both of us, or I will take your ass to a hospital where they can drug you and make you sleep for days on end making my life easier.”

“But…”

“No buts Dean,” John firmly spoke. “Which will it be me or a doctor?”

Dean hated to be reprimanded by his father, and he wanted to argue, but it was Dean’s natural instincts to back down. “Fine,” Dean wearily watched as Sam closed the trunk, slung the three duffle bags over his shoulder and began approaching. Dean felt a sense of apprehension towards his brother and returned his gaze directly to his father, “You can help me.”

Sam didn’t miss the hidden innuendo. Dean didn’t want his help, “Dean, I’m sorry…I promise that I won’t hurt you.”

Dean closed the door avoiding Sam’s pleading eyes, “Just help me inside Dad.”

John exchanged a warning glance at Sam letting his youngest know that this was not the time to pressure Dean into anything, “Are you hungry? I could get Sam or Jacob to go and get you a biscuit or something.”

Dean walked closer to the house with both John and Sam flanking him, “I’m not hungry.”

John could see through the rapidly lightening sky that Dean was grimacing in pain with each step he took, “Okay, then a shower, some pain killers, and a bed sounds about right.”

Dean stumbled at the front step of the porch and Sam instinctively reached out to grab him but Dean flinched and pulled away from Sam’s hand, “Don’t touch me.”

Sam pulled his hand away and shoved it in his pocket instead. “Sorry.”

Dean felt the pressure of his father’s hand on his bicep leading him up the stairs, “I don’t want a shower. I just want to sleep.”

“Don’t you want to go to bed clean?” John asked filled with confusion. Surely, a person who had been as violated as Dean had would want to get his attacker’s smell off of him.

“I’m too tired to stand right now,” Dean began. “I just want to sleep.”

Sam opened the front door looking closely as his brother hobbled up the stairs, “I understand.”

Dean refused to look at Sam as he crossed the threshold of the door looking around the small living room skeptically, “Are you sure we’ll be safe here?”

Sam put the duffle bags down on the floor, “Dad seems to think…”

“I didn’t ask you,” Dean interrupted.

John glanced at both his sons in fear and uncertainty. Had he lost his family to the vampires after all? Would there always be this hatred and distrust among his sons? “I think we’ll be fine. For some reason I believe Dmitry.”

Sam shook his head in skepticism, “How could you believe a vampire? You know that he’ll eventually come after us. He’s not going to let Dean escape so easily.”

Dean felt a wave of nausea at the mention of Dmitry’s name, “You didn’t know him like I did Sam. He’s more concerned with putting Christian in his place rather than coming after me.”

“Besides, “John began. “It was Christian who was the real threat and now he’s going to be out of commission for a long time.”

“According to Dmitry,” Sam warned. “This may come as a surprise to both of you but vampires are seductive liars who enjoy tormenting their victims, remember?”

For the first time, Dean looked directly at his brother, “And just looking at you will remind me of that for the rest of my life.”

Sam felt his heart clench in sadness, “Dean, I didn’t mean to…”

“Sons,” John cautioned. “Let’s not fight each other here, okay? We’re here to regroup and to repair the damage done by the vamps not make it worse.”

All three Winchesters turned their attention to the stairs watching as Jacob made his way down, “I got the guest room ready for you Dean.”

“Thanks,” Dean replied. “Where are you going to sleep Dad?”

John hadn’t had the chance to think about the sleeping arrangements, “Sam can have the couch and I’ll sleep in the car.”

“No,” Sam interrupted. “You can sleep on the couch and I’ll take the car. It’s obvious I’m not wanted around here at the moment.”

Jacob didn’t have a clue on why the brothers were cold towards each other but he didn’t like it one bit, “I have a blow-up mattress I can bring out for you. I just have to go and find it.”

“I’d appreciate that,” Sam replied.

“Not a problem,” Jacob said leaving the Winchesters to go and hunt down the allusive blow-up mattress that he had bought from a late night info-commercial and had never had a chance to use.

“Let’s get you upstairs,” John instructed guiding Dean towards the stairs grabbing Dean’s duffle. “Let’s get you cleaned up so you can get some sleep.” John turned back towards Sam, “Will you bring some water and the pain pills up in a few minutes?”

“Sure,” Sam softly replied watching as his father helped Dean up the stairs. Sam grinded his teeth together in anger because he was pissed off that Dean had given him the cold shoulder. He hadn’t expected Dean to kiss him and jump his bones when they were reunited, but he hadn’t expected the hostility or the coldness. Sam had expected Dean to feel awkward and insecure around him but sensing revulsion and disdain coming from Dean was simply unacceptable.

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One of the luxuries of being a ridiculously wealthy vampire was the ability to buy just about anything you wanted; including expensive homes, cars, and private jets. Within an hour after the Winchester fiasco went down, Dmitry had already arranged for his family to be transported to the airport and flown into the darker skies of the west heading towards safety. The master vampire had arranged for his special house guest to be stored in the small cargo hold sealed inside his metal sarcophagus while his rebellious Christian had to be placed in a coffin chained shut from the outside. Dmitry was not going to let Christian get away with his careless behavior. The elders would here of Christian’s crimes and it would be up to them to pass judgment.

Once the dust had settled and his Childe was serving his punishment, Dmitry would allow himself to think of the consequences of his own actions. He had let a family of hunters escape who could eventually hunt him down if they so chose, but Dmitry had a strong feeling that John Winchester would keep his word and leave his family alone, but all vampires knew that hunters would lie and say anything to get the advantage in a battle, and the Winchesters were no exception. Dmitry had to admit to himself that the idea of killing Sam and John had a certain appeal, but the idea of taking Dean away from Christian made him nearly giddy. He could imagine the anger Christian would feel if he were freed from his prison after fifty years only to find the cause of his punishment under his own Sire’s yoke.

“Perhaps, I will be seeing you again Dean,” Dmitry whispered as he closed his eyes listening to the whine of the jet engines as they carried the jet high into the sky.

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Dean sat still on the bed while his father ran a cool rag over his bruised face, “That doesn’t feel too good. Do you think it’s broken?”

John looked closely at Dean’s damage cheek feeling sympathy for his son, “It’s one hell of a deep bruise but I don’t think its shattered or anything. It will just take a while to heal. We’ll put some ice on it once you wake up from your rest.”

Dean felt numb and complacent as John rubbed the cold damp rag down his neck, “You don’t have to do this.”

“Yes I do,” John replied. “I wish you would take a shower. You’d feel better.”

“I’m exhausted Dad. I really just want to sleep,” Dean pleaded. “Please don’t make me get up.”

“Alright,” John agreed. “Let’s get you ready for bed. Lift your arms for me.”

Dean shook his head, “No, I want to sleep in my t-shirt.”

“Are you cold?” John asked not sure if Dean’s reluctance to undress was psychological or physiological.

“A little,” Dean softly replied.

John reached down to take off Dean’s boots, “I’ll go and see if Jacob can get us an extra blanket for you once I get you comfortable.” John’s gut clenched in warning as he placed his son’s boots underneath the bed. He was already beginning to doubt his decision on not taking Dean to the hospital, “Dean, maybe when you wakeup we could go to a clinic or something.”

“No, we made a deal. I cooperate and I get to see no doctors.”

“What about the possibility of internal injuries or infection?” John asked.

“We’ll do what we always do in the case of injuries. If I’m not bleeding all over the place and I’m not running a high fever than the Winchester medicine will do,” Dean responded. Dean unbuttoned his jeans, laid back, and began pushing them off his hips, “I’ve already been to the hospital because of that bastard and I don’t want to go back.”

John pulled on the legs of Dean’s jeans, “Promise me that you will take a shower when you wake up and eat something.”

“Fine,” Dean agreed as his legs were pulled clear of the jeans.

“And take these,” John ordered handing Dean the pain killers and water Sam had brought up earlier.

Dean sat up on his elbow, placed the pills in his mouth, and swallowed them down with a gulp of water. Dean laid back and attempted to get comfortable. He looked up intently at his father seeing eyes filled with concern, “Please don’t let him hurt me again.”

John had barely heard Dean’s whispered request but understood his son’s fear, “I won’t let those vamps near you again, I promise.” John pulled the covers up over his son’s body, “They’ll never lay a hand on you again.” John tucked the covers underneath Dean’s chin, turned off the light, and walked towards the chair that sat in the corner of the room, “I’m going to stay for a while and make sure you’re okay. You just close your eyes and get some sleep.”

The room was fairly dark and quiet with the only sound coming from the ventilation system as the heat cut on, but after a few moments a timid faint voice could be heard coming from the bed, “I wasn’t talking about the vampires…”

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“That’s it you nasty little bitch,” Sam moaned as his cock was deep-throated by Dean. “You have such a filthy mouth.”

Dean was on his knees on the floor, completely naked, and taking his little brother’s prick down his throat like he was fucking starving. Dean could feel long fingers in his mouth running down the length of Sam’s cock and moaned. He looked up into Sam’s eyes and saw nothing but carnal desire and his own dick twitched in excitement.

“He looks so good with dick in his mouth,” Christian growled as he placed his own hard member on Dean’s cheek rubbing precum all over Dean’s freckles. “The fucking slut lives for cock.” The vampire watched in fascination as the human released his brother’s dick and instead began licking the head of Christian’s weeping cock, “That’s a good boy…lick it, make it all wet.”

“I want all of you inside me…filling me with your cum,” Dean purred. Dean eagerly took turns licking and sucking both Sam and Christian off while eager fingers began to slip inside his asshole from behind. Dean moaned in both pain and pleasure as the fingers prepped his tight entryway for the long brutal fuck he was getting ready to receive.

Dmitry kissed the back of Dean’s neck while he slid a third finger inside the human’s body, “You want to be filled with cock baby?” The older vampire sucked on Dean’s earlobe and twisted his finger inside Dean’s body brushing up against the bundle of nerves that drove Dean crazy, “You want to be stuffed in every hole?”

Dean pulled away from Sam’s cock, “Fuck yeah…”

Sam ran his thumb over Dean’s swollen lips collecting a wad of spit and precum, “You’re so beautiful like this; so eager and willing.” Sam placed his thumb in Dean’s mouth watching as Dean enthusiastically licked and sucked the thumb dry, “You’re such a filthy little whore.”

Dmitry pulled Dean to his feet and guided the human over towards the large bed, “Get on the bed and offer yourself to us.”

“I want you on your back first,” Sam commanded. “I want you to see all three of our faces as we fuck you.”

Christian crawled between Dean’s legs and ran his cool hands up Dean’s thighs, “I’ll go first…would you like that Dean?”

Dean spread his legs far apart offering himself to the dominating vampire, “Yes…but I want my mouth filled too.”

“Damn,” Sam growled in enthusiasm. “You don’t have to ask me twice.” Sam placed a pillow underneath Dean’s head, got on his knees on the bed, and offered his cock to Dean’s willing mouth. Dean turned his head to the side and let Sam’s aching cock slide inside his hot mouth.

Dmitry watched as his Childe pushed himself inside the human’s body, “Go nice and easy Christian. We want to be able to play for a long time.”

Christian slid inside Dean’s heat watching fervently as Dean sucked his own brother inside his mouth at the same time, “Dean, you’re such a good cocksucker…such a pretty mouth.”

Dmitry placed his dick on Dean’s cheek encouraging the human to take turns “Don’t forget about me.”

Dean released Sam’s cock smiling, “Sorry…it won’t happen again.” Dean turned his head to the other side and allowed the vampire to push inside his waiting mouth.

Sam ran his hand down Dean’s chest pinching and twisting Dean’s nipples into hardness, “Such an eager bitch, aren’t you? You like being filled baby?”

Christian pushed his throbbing cock inside Dean’s velvety walls hissing at the sensation, “You feel so fucking good.” The vampire pumped a few more times inside the sensuous body before slowly pulling out of Dean’s ass, “Next?”

Sam changed places with Christian and kneeled between Dean’s legs, “Open up for me slut.” Sam grabbed Dean’s thighs and pressed them up towards Dean’s chest as he impaled his brother on his thick long shaft, “Take it all Dean…you’re fucking loving this, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Dean cried as he released Dmitry’s cock and turned his head to lick at Christian’s dick. He could taste himself on Christian’s cock and shuddered in excitement, “Taste good.”

“You taste your sweet ass baby?” Christian asked looking down at the sinful mouth, “It’s a first-rate ass.”

Dmitry stroked his own neglected cock watching as Sam expertly fucked his own brother, “You’ve done this before haven’t you? It’s obvious that fucking your own brother gets you off.”

Sam wiped sweat off his forehead as he continued to use Dean’s body for pleasure, “Of course it does, and there’s no place I’d rather be.”

“How about giving me some of that action,” Dmitry sexily asked.

Sam pulled out of Dean’s tight hole and exchanged places with the vampire, “Be my guest.”

Dean’s mouth was full of Christian’s cock but he whimpered as Dmitry pushed inside him, “That feel good baby?”

“Umm…yeah,” Dean replied before turning his head towards Sam. “Let me taste you Sam.”

Sam looked down at his brother and smiled enthusiastically, “You want to taste your ass on my dick?” Sam shoved his aching shaft past Dean’s swollen reddened lips, “That’s it…suck it clean you filthy little slut.”

Dmitry pumped slowly in and out of the human preferring to tease the human rather than to conquer him all hard like, “You want another dick Dean? You want two inside your ass?”

Dean shuddered and whimpered loudly around Sam’s prick. “That sounds like a yes to me,” Christian responded.

Dmitry reluctantly pulled out of Dean’s body hissing in discomfort as his cock left the warmth of the human’s body , “I’m going to slide underneath you and then I want you to fuck yourself on my cock, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Dean hoarsely replied sitting up on his knees. He waited until Dmitry was on his back before straddling the vampire’s hips facing towards the vamp, “You want me to ride you?”

“Please Dean,” Dmitry begged looking up into the human’s angelic face.

Dean licked his lips seductively and slowly lowered his aching ass onto the throbbing rod of flesh. “Fuck…that feels so fucking good.”

“It’s going to feel even better in just a minute,” Sam hinted as he got on his knees between Dmitry’s legs, pushed Dean down onto his stomach, and positioned his prick at Dean’s hole, “You want us both inside you at the same time Dean? You want us both fucking your nasty greedy hole?”

Dean was pressed down onto Dmitry’s chest his mouth inches from the vampire’s mouth, “Yes Sam, I want you both inside me and I want Christian fucking my mouth.”

Christian whistled in appreciation, “You think you can handle it slut? You want all three of us to shoot our cum inside you too?”

“Please…fill me up,” Dean begged as he felt Sam attempting to work himself inside his already filled hole.

Christian straddled Dmitry’s head giving Dean easy access to his cock, “Suck me dry Dean…fill that beautiful mouth of yours with my spunk.” Dean took Christian’s cock into his mouth and reached down and began stroking himself as he felt the painful invasion of two shafts inside his abused and well-used hole.

Sam pushed onwards refusing to be stopped by Dean’s vise-like grip on his prick, “Open up Dean. Let us in.” Sam slapped Dean’s ass several times trying to get his brother to open up a tad more, “That’s it baby. Take me inside you…feel that stretch as you’re fucked by two cocks at once.”

Dmitry could feel Sam’s dick along side his own inside the human’s body and groaned in pleasure, “That’s fucking fantastic! Fuck! You feel so good on my dick Dean.” Both Dmitry and Sam pummeled Dean’s helpless body finding a perfect rhythm that had Dean purring and moaning around Christian’s cock. Dmitry held on tightly to Dean’s hips and closed his eyes as he felt the familiar tingling soaring up his cock, “I’m going to cum inside you Dean, umm…fuck, that’s so fucking good!”

Sam could feel the vampire’s cool seed being released inside his brother’s hot body and gripped down tight on Dean’s hips as he shot his own warm milky load inside Dean’s willing body, “Milk it baby…squeeze it out of me.” Sam rode out his intense orgasm rubbing his hands up and down Dean’s back, “Suck Christian dry baby…God you look so good like this.”

Christian felt Dmitry lapping out his balls as Dean’s warm wet mouth swallowed him whole, and he lost it completely jettisoning his own release down the human’s throat, “Take it you little cum whore…you like being filled with our spunk, don’t you…fuck!”

Dean could taste and feel jizz in every greedy hole he possessed and he grinned in satisfaction, “I love it…feed me that cum, umm.” He stroked himself to completion shooting his thick ropey cum onto Dmitry’s stomach, “So fucking good…yes!”

Slowly, Dmitry and Sam reluctantly pulled out of Dean’s body leaving the human opened and exposed. Sam managed to catch some of the cooling spunk that was leaking out of Dean’s swollen cum-filled hole on his fingers. He shoved his fingers inside Dean’s mouth, “Lick them clean…you like that taste? You want some more?”

“Yes…,” Dean moaned.

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He woke up filled with a mixture of fear, disgust, and excitement. The dream disturbed him on many levels; including his willingness to participate in such a degrading sexual display and his lack of control over his subconscious desires. How could a person condone such an act to take place much less want to participate in it? He struggled to wrap his mind around the entire dream and what the dream was trying to tell him. Was that really what he wanted; submission, dominance, and desecration?

He looked around the room noting the soft snores coming from the corner of the room and began shaking uncontrollable in the fact that his own father was in the room and could have inadvertently heard his lustful moans caused by the dream. Dean turned over on his side trying to control the shaking as warm salty tears sprung into his eyes. He allowed the tears to flow freely down his face as he stared off into the void thinking about the dream. The dream terrified him to the core, and Dean didn’t know how to react to his subconscious needs and wants. Before he had met Christian, Dean had experimented with multiple female partners and the occasional female and male trio, but he had refused to become the main course in a gay gangbang, but here he was dreaming about it in living color.

Dean wiped away the tears on his cheeks and tried to get the shaking under control, but Dean saw flashes of the dream in his mind; Sam’s cock in his mouth, Sam sliding his cock in and out of his ass, Sam shooting cum inside him, Sam smiling, Sam calling him a slut and a whore, and Sam moaning in intense pleasure. Dean closed his eyes trying to block out the disturbing images and instead tried to focus on his anger towards Sam and his sense of mistrust and betrayal. He knew that it wasn’t Sam’s fault that Christian had made them have sex, but Dean couldn’t help the nagging feeling that Sam had done something he had already wanted to do, and Dean had no doubt that Sam wanted him again.

“Please don’t let him hurt me,” Dean reassuringly whispered to himself.

“I won’t Dean,” John responded from the chair in the corner. “He will never touch you again.”

Dean felt his breath catch in surprise; terrified that his father had heard bits of the dream. What would his father think of him if he knew that Dean was dreaming about being fucked by his two worst enemies and his own brother? Dean wanted to talk to his father about what had happened and his feelings regarding Sam, but he decided that the best course of action was just to close his eyes and pray for a dreamless sleep.


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