Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part III
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean finds himself in a deadly game of temptation in which his soul is the prize
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: language, violence, non-con
Pairing: Dean/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: no specific episode is spoiled
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. This is my first Supernatural story, and I wanted to try something different besides the usual Dean/Sam pairing that is quite popular on the Internet.
2.This is Part III of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment.
3.My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.
4.Dream sequences are in italics.

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Sam smiled softly and stretched in his bed looking at the motel window. The sun’s rays were peeking through over the top of the curtain, and he was somewhat surprised that he allowed the sun to beat him up for a change. He looked over at his sleeping brother in the other bed and hoped that the previous night’s dinner and good night’s sleep had helped Dean to get over his sickness. He sat up slowly and placed his feet on the floor looking at the clock on the nightstand.

“What the fuck?” he asked as he picked up the clock staring in doubt. “Dean, wake the fuck up man, it is two o’clock in the afternoon.” Sam knew that there was no way in hell they would be leaving Gainesville if they were forced to pay for another day’s stay at the motel.

“What did you say?” Dean mumbled from underneath his blanket.

Sam picked up the phone to call the motel clerk, “I said that it is two o’clock in the fucking afternoon, and we’re probably going to be stuck paying for another night in this hell hole.”

Dean listened as Sam tried to reason with the motel clerk on the phone. He knew it was no use. They had missed check out by several hours and neither one of them liked wasting money. He wasn’t at all surprised when he heard Sam slam the phone down in disgust, “Let me guess the asshole is going to make us pay for a whole night, right?”

“Hell yes! We can still leave if you want to. It’s not like you can’t make the money back with a little hand of poker or a friendly game of pool.”

Last night, Dean had wanted nothing more than to leave the tiny town, “I’d rather stay if it’s okay with you. We don’t even have another destination in mind.”

“Actually, I’ve been doing some reading about a town in Arkansas where a woman claims that her daughter is possessed by some evil spirit.”

Dean poked his head out from underneath the covers, “Are you serious? You know how much I hate dealing with possession.”

Sam stood up and walked towards the bathroom, “Just think about while I take a shower.”

Dean waited until he heard the water running in the bathroom before attempting to sit up in the bed. He ached all over and he had a hard time sitting up in the bed. His head felt like someone had drilled a foot long steel rod into it, and he felt nauseous like he did the day before. He couldn’t understand how he had felt like himself last night at dinner; yet be sick again now. He knew that the dreams were the cause of his tiredness and crankiness, but he didn’t understand the sickness and lack of appetite. Maybe Sam was right when he had suggested that he was possessed two days earlier, or at the very least, he was being stalked by something dark. He knew that he had not been imagining the presence of something watching him since they had arrived in Gainesville, and he also knew that something was playing games with him. The question was who and why?

“That was a quick shower,” Dean stated as Sam stepped out of the bathroom.

“That’s because I’m in a hurry. Something is not right here, and I want to get down to the bottom of it.”

“Just ten minutes ago you were saying that you wanted to leave and forfeit the money. What the hell has gotten into to you?”

Sam stared at Dean with sincere eyes, “I guess the same thing that’s gotten into you.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean asked getting up out of the bed and straightening up his bed covers.

“I started thinking that you’re not the only one been affected by this town. I’ve been sleeping well with no dreams for four nights Dean. This is probably the most sleep I’ve gotten in months.”

“I’m not being affected by this town Sammy. I’m just fighting something that’s all,” Dean explained heading towards the bathroom.

Sam watched as his brother gathered up his clothes noticing how pale and tired Dean still looked. When Dean reached into his bag for a clean t-shirt, Sam noticed a small patch of red in a rather alarming place on his brother’s boxers, “Yeah…but what exactly are you fighting?”

Dean straightened up and rolled his eyes in frustration, “Will you just drop it? You’re acting like a mother hen.” Dean slammed the bathroom door closed and promptly ended the conversation.

Sam rushed over towards Dean’s bed and pulled back the covers. He stared in unease at the blood on the sheets. He could tell that he blood was obviously not from a nose bleed. The blood on the sheets correlated with the blood on Dean’s boxers, “What the hell is going on here?” He would have known if someone had hurt Dean. They kept secrets from each other but nothing this dark and serious.

“What the hell are you doing?” Dean asked from the bathroom door.

“I thought you were going to take a shower.”

Dean walked back over towards his bag, “I forgot to grab something.”

“What? Clean boxers?”

Dean looked up at his strangely acting brother not understanding the accusing glare he was getting from Sam in return. He looked away from Sam’s accusing eyes and looked down at his bed instead. His eyes opened wide in panic when he saw the blood on his sheets, “Where the hell did that come from?”

“I was hoping you could tell me. There’s some on your boxers too,” Sam offered staring at his brother with a knot of worry in his stomach. “Dean, is there something you need to tell me?”

Dean felt a slight tremble in his arms. The nightmare from the night before flashed before his eyes. He clutched his arms tightly up against his chest. It was a figment of his imagination. There was no way the stranger in black was real was there? He felt real enough in his dreams, but that’s all he was, a dream, a nightmare.

“Dean, talk to me man. What the hell is going on?”

Dean continued to stare at the blood on his sheets, “I don’t have a clue?”

Sam clenched his fists in frustration. Dean was obviously holding something back from him, “Okay…I’ll play along. How could you be bleeding from that particular spot?”

Dean recognized the frustration in Sam’s eyes, “I don’t want to talk about this.” He headed back towards the bathroom only to be stopped by Sam’s firm grip on his wrist.

“You’re not fucking walking away from this! Why didn’t you tell me about this earlier? How could you keep something so serious to yourself?” Sam asked through clenched teeth.

“Please tell me that you are not making this about yourself! You feel betrayed because I didn’t tell you?”

Sam’s eyes softened, but he didn’t relinquish the hold on Dean’s wrist, “When did it happen?”

“When did what happen Sam? I don’t remember anything happening to me?”

“You’re lying to me Dean. Are you trying to protect the asshole that did this to you,” Sam asked.

Dean snatched his wrist free and shoved Sam backwards, “Don’t fucking touch me! I am not lying to you Sam. I don’t know what happened to me.”

“Dean, you’ve obviously been violated by someone…”

“Or something,” Dean interrupted the truth of the situation finally coming clear to him. He walked over towards his bed and covered the spot of blood back up with the sheets. “You were right when you said this place was affecting me,” he began sitting down on the side of the bed. “I’ve been having these intense dreams ever since we got into Gainesville.”

“That’s why you’ve been so tired. They’re keeping you awake at night.”

“I suppose so, but I thought that they were harmless. I had no idea that they were real.”

Sam sat down on his own bed and stared intently at his brother, “What do you mean they’re real? How can dreams be real? It’s not like this is Nightmare on Elm Street and Freddie’s out to get you.”

“It’s not Freddie, but I think that there is something else after me.”

Sam swallowed hard in dread, “That presence you talked about earlier? Do you think it did this to you?”

Dean rubbed his hands over his face in frustration, “I don’t know what the hell is going on, but something did this to me. I thought it was a nightmare, but I have been raped…I can tell by the pain I’m experiencing when I walk.” He waited for Sam to say something, but his brother just kept staring at him waiting for him to elaborate. “In these dreams, I’m always driving alone down the same road when I see this stranger in black on the side of the road. I always offer him a ride, and things happen.”

Sam’s eyebrows arched in confusion, “Things like what?”

“This is really embarrassing to talk about with my little brother…He touches me sexually, and up until last night, it had always been pleasurable. I thought that the dreams were some sort of fantasy playing out in my subconscious but now I know better.”

Sam closed his eyes and shook his head gently, “Because this mysterious stranger forced himself upon you in your dream last night?”

“I know it sounds impossible, but yeah, I think the dreams are real in some extent. It’s not like I did this to myself,” Dean reasoned.

“Dean, let’s say this stranger truly exist. How could the dreams be real? You never leave the bed.”

“How would you know? Your sleep patterns are off too. You keep sleeping like the dead. For all you know, some Incubus could be coming in our room at night and taking its pleasure with me, and you could be sleeping right through it.”

Sam’s eyes perked up, “Now, an Incubus could explain a lot of this, and we know they exist because they are in Dad’s journal; although a Succubus usually visits unsuspecting men, but I’ve never heard of them having a phallus for intercourse.” Sam raked over his nearly naked brother’s body understanding why a male Incubus would want to get there hands on Dean as well, “We can fight this Dean. This is doable. Let’s grab a bite to eat, do some research, and get rid of this son-of-a-bitch before he can get his hands on you again.”

Dean knew that he had to play the bad boy who never let anything get under his skin, and although he had been raped in his own fucking bed, he put a fake façade on for Sam’s sake, “Sounds like a plan little brother. Let’s go kick some demon ass.”

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All afternoon the brothers researched the mythology of Incubus and Succubus at the Gainesville public library. The only way to stop one was through prayer or exorcism, and often those methods had proven futile. There had been numerous accounts of Incubus throughout history appearing in dreams and raping unsuspecting women, and some men, with large, cold, iron-like sexual organs. There were even tales of children being born from such unions who created havoc and evil in the world.

“Sam, are you sure we’re dealing with a demon here? I mean this thing looks human to me and his…sexual organ wasn’t so cold and iron-like, if you know what I mean?”

Sam looked at his brother uncomfortably, “Do you have any other experiences to compare this mystery lover to?”

It took a moment for Dean to grasp what Sam was asking and he blushed when he realized, “He felt normal to me…except his umm…umm…stuff was a little cooler than usual.”

Sam looked at the floor of the library trying to avoid his brother’s eyes, “Okay…so couldn’t that be the coldness associated with Incubus and their organs?”

“I cannot believe that we are having this conversation in a public library,” Dean said through clenched teeth.

Sam ignored Dean’s escalating aggravation, “The stories also mention that they can make an entire household fall asleep; even the husbands and wives who slept in the same bed. That could explain how this thing did this to you without me waking up.”

“But, the stories also said that the human had to want the demon in their bed if the Incubus was to be able to make the household sleep, and I certainly have not in invited some perverted horny demon into my bed.”

“Are you sure about that? Maybe it’s manipulating you into inviting it into your bed. Maybe that’s why you keep dreaming the same damn dream every night,” Sam argued.

“It doesn’t feel demon-like. He seems to want more than sex from me…”

Sam interrupted, “It wants control over you Dean, and we can argue all night about this, but we have to do something about this thing now. I know that you think that you are always right but for once will you listen to me?”

Dean slammed the book on demonology he had been skimming, “I don’t always think I’m right Sam.”

“Yes you do, and sometimes you’re the biggest asshole in the world to me, but I still love you and we’re going to beat this thing together.”

Dean accepted Sam’s offhanded apology, “Just call us Thelma and Louise.”

Sam laughed with the chick-flick moment comment, “Okay, mushy feelings aside, how are we going to keep this thing away from you tonight?”

“I don’t know…I guess I could go buy some cross-covered sheets and bathe in Holy Water, “Dean joked trying to lighten the mood.

Sam laughed once again, “Don’t forget the Greatest Hits of Latin Prayers playing in the background.”

Dean began stacking up all of the books that they had dragged off the library shelves, “Hopefully, that along with some protection spells should do the trick. Maybe it won’t follow us once we leave this place,” he said knowing that he was lying to himself. Deep down he knew that the stranger was not an Incubus, and he knew that some crosses and Holy Water wasn’t going to keep him safe. “I’m going to go to the bathroom. Why don’t you put these books up and meet me out front with the car.”

Sam could see the fear and doubt in Dean’s eyes, “Dean, we’ll stop this thing, I promise.”

Dean smiled sadly, “Of course we will.”

Sam watched his brother walking away wondering if Dean was hiding something else from him. He knew that Dean traditionally had a better knack in understanding the supernatural and their motives, and he had a feeling that Dean had a theory on what had attacked him in the motel, and it was obvious that Dean didn’t think that an Incubus had raped him the night before, while he slept five feet away. Once again he found himself wishing that John Winchester was around to take care of the situation.

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Dean walked around the surprisingly large library looking for the restroom. He had to get away from Sam for a few minutes to clear his head of Incubi and Sam’s accusations and pity. He spotted a hallway at the back of the library and headed off towards peace and quiet wishing that he had never went to Stanford all those months ago to lead his brother out on a search for their missing father. He loved Sammy, but things had not been going well between them in recent weeks, and the events taking place in Gainesville were not helping to alleviate the anger and resentment between the two brothers. Things had been done and said by both that were hard to forgive and forget.

As he approached the restroom door, he walked past a window surprised to see that it was dark already. They had been researching all afternoon into the evening and now Sam would undoubtedly want to grab a bite to eat before heading back to the motel, and talk his ear off about the Incubus and the dreams. He shoved open the bathroom door harder than necessary and entered the dark room. He felt around on the wall trying to find the light switch. He hated it when people turned off the lights in public bathrooms.

Tap…tap…tap…

Dean’s hand froze as he heard what sounded like fingernails tapping on a table or a hard surface. He held his breath listening intently for another round of tapping. After a few moments of silence and cursing his paranoid mind, he found the switch and flipped the lights on. He looked around the room and headed over for the urinal to relieve his bladder. He looked down at his flaccid penis as the urine shot out into the urinal. He couldn’t help but to think about the stranger and how good his mouth had felt on his cock in the more pleasurable dream. He couldn’t understand how his dreams had escalated to pain and violence in such a short time period, and he couldn’t truly feel like a rape victim when it didn’t feel real.

Tap…tap…tap…

Dean’s heart pounded in his chest. He looked behind his shoulder to the two stalls finding both doors closed. He quickly zipped up his pants, looked underneath the stalls for legs, but saw none. He released a breath he wasn’t aware that he was holding, and headed over to the sink. He washed his hands and looked in the mirror. He looked in the mirror in disgust at what he saw reflected back. He looked tired and pale, and his eyes looked dull. Just a week ago he had looked younger, healthier, and full of life. He turned off the water, grabbed a paper towel, and looked more into the mirror as he dried his hands. His heart skipped a beat when he saw that one of the stall doors was now opened. It had been closed just moments earlier. He turned around to look at the stall wondering how it had opened on its own.

Tap…tap…tap…

Startled, Dean turned abruptly to leave, “The hell with this.” He nearly let out a scream of shock when he found himself face to face with the man from his dreams. He instinctively stepped back away from the stranger.

“Hello Precious. How are you doing tonight?” Christian asked stepping closer towards the retreating human.

“Am I dreaming?”

Christian smiled tenderly, “What do you think?”

Dean backed himself into the corner of the bathroom. He was having a hard time controlling his breathing and he felt as though his heart was going to explode, “This is real… What are you?”

“According to your dear brother, I’m an Incubus, but I think you know he’s wrong.” Christian reached out and ran his right index finger slowly down Dean’s cheek relishing the trembling flesh.

“You’re a Vampire.”

Christian traced his finger and well-manicured nail over Dean’s plump lower lip, “Is that so? What makes you think that Sweetness?”

Dean was unable to move as the Vampire molested his lip with his finger. He opened his mouth involuntarily as Christian stuck his finger inside his hot mouth. Dean sucked greedily on the finger and closed his eyes in pleasure as he felt a firm hand on his crotch rubbing his already hardening cock. Cool lips claimed his mouth in a possessive manner pushing him hard against the wall. He knew it was wrong to want his rapist again, but he couldn’t resist the temptation that was swallowing him whole and masturbating him through his jeans. He daringly reached out and placed his own hand on the stranger’s crotch. He smiled when he found that he wasn’t the only one excited about an encounter in a library bathroom.

Christian was thrilled with Dean’s eagerness and shoved him into the opened stall and locked it behind them, “Take your clothes off.”

Losing contact with the man’s mouth and body allowed Dean to think about the situation and he hesitated to obey the man’s orders, “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t even know you’re name, and plus I think you’re a Vamp.”

“I so enjoy your defiance Dean, but I would have thought you had learned your lesson last night. Do…not…defy…me.”

With shaking hands, Dean took his leather jacket off revealing a tight grey t-shirt that showed off his hard tiny nipples. Christian reached out and pinched both nipples teasingly, “Are you cold?”

“Excited…terrified,” Dean admitted.

Christian lifted the t-shirt over Dean’s head and ran his hands down his chest, “You should be. Now, finish doing what I told you to do.”

Dean watched as the tall stranger sat on the public toilet with no worries about his expensive tailored suit getting ruined. He heard a low growl of impatience coming from the seductive man, so he quickly took off his pants, shoes, and socks leaving only his form-fitting black boxers on for a sense of modesty.

“Take those off too Dean. I want to see your beautiful body.”

Dean bit on his lower lip not believing that he was going to let this man fuck him in a public restroom, “Tell me your name first.”

Christian sensed that the boy would fight him again so he relented, “It’s Christian. Now take them off before I tear them off of you and shove them down your throat as I fuck you to death.” Dean didn’t hesitate and took off his remaining item of clothing. “Good boy. Now come over here and offer yourself to me.”

Dean watched as Christian unzipped his own pants and pulled his large organ out and stroked it hard in anticipation. Dean turned around and offered his ass for the taking. He closed his eyes in pleasure as Christian grabbed both of his meaty cheeks and spread them apart exposing his puckered entrance to Christian’s lusty eyes. He almost jumped as he felt a wet, thick, firm tongue invading his most private place. He squirmed in pleasure as the tongue did wicked things to his tight hole and he enjoyed the animal sounds coming from Christian as he had his first taste of Dean’s ass.

“You taste so good Precious, and I wish I could spend the entire night devouring your sweet hole, but there will be plenty of time for that later.” Dean didn’t resist as Christian lowered him down onto his massive cock in one long hard thrust. The invading phallus was almost overwhelming and he struggled to get off, but Christian held him down firmly. Dean felt his legs lifted and spread wide over Christian’s muscular thighs. He rested his back on Christian’s clothed chest feeling the silk against his bare skin. He could also feel fingers caressing and pinching is nipples and jerking his own cock in time to the commanding thrust inside his body.

“You feel so good Dean. You will be mine forever to worship and to please,” Christian whispered into Dean’s ear. He licked down the human’s salty neck feeling the strong pulse pumping blood throughout Dean’s body. He moaned in need as he slightly pierced Dean’s neck with a sharp fang. Dean tensed as he felt Christian’s tongue lapping up the small amount of blood, “Relax Dean. I’m not going to claim you tonight. I’m just getting a taste of what’s to come, and might I say that you taste delicious my Love.”

Dean felt his eyes rolling beck into his head as he felt Christian’s cock swelling inside of him hitting his prostate at just the right angle. He was delirious with pleasure as he was taken hard and fierce by Christian. He was also excited by the prospect of being claimed by Christian. “Yes…Oh fuck…that’s it…please don’t stop.”

Christian continued to devour the small traces of blood coming from Dean’s neck and he stroked Dean’s dick hard and sure as he slammed into Dean’s hot little body. “Come for me baby…milk my cock with your sweet ass as you shoot your cum all over my hand.” He smiled fiercely as Dean did as he was told and gripped onto Christian’s dick with a vice grip as he shot his sperm all over Christian’s masterful hands. He felt his deed seed shooting into the boy’s hotness as he licked frantically at the small puncture on Dean’s neck.

They sat together for a moment both trying to recover from the sexual escapade. Christian licked his hand clean tasting Dean’s sperm mingled with is blood, “It won’t be long now Dean. You will be mine, and no interference from your brother will be able to stop me. I can’t believe he actually thought he could stop me with salt circles and crosses.” He lifted the sleeping boy off his lap and rested him on the bathroom floor as he pulled himself back together. He looked down at the sleeping naked body wishing that the game was over, but there were still a few critical moves to be made if he hoped to have Dean’s full cooperation when he was offered Christian’s eternal kiss. Reluctantly, he pulled Dean’s boxers back on and lifted him once again into his arms. He quietly opened the motel bathroom door and carried Dean back over to his bed careful to avoid the four crosses that adorned the bed. He pulled the cover over Dean’s sleeping body placing one final kiss on his forehead.

He looked over at the sleeping form of the brother and sneered. He knew he could kill the boy in a second but he knew that once Dean was turned, he would need a first meal, and one’s own family would make a delightful first kill?

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