Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXX
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: More truths come to light
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 XXX 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. Visions/Dreams are in italics.


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Niagara Falls, USA-Three days later

Dean slowly made his way downstairs to Jacob’s kitchen feeling hunger for the first time in days. It had been a long and challenging three days practically locked inside the bedroom with his father who had done a great impression of Carol Brady on a caffeine-high. His father had taken only short cat naps over the last three days afraid to let his son out of his sight, and a constant cup of coffee was John’s best friend as was the newspaper and the small television in the corner of the bedroom. His father had bathed him, changed his clothes, forced fluids into his system, and insisted that Dean do nothing but rest and stay in bed. In a word, his father had driven him nuts! Dean was desperate to get out of the confines of the small bedroom and he had begged his father to let him out promising that he would be back in bed in less than an hour.

Dean stepped off the perch of the stairs into the living room and walked carefully across Jacob’s dusty hardwood floors. Dean was grateful that his father had insisted on him wearing socks because he could feel the winter chill on his feet and a small shiver ran up of his spine. Dean wore only a pair of green sweat pants and a grey short-sleeved t-shirt, and he wished that he had taken his father’s advice and brought a blanket with him, but it would take too much time and effort to crawl back up the stairs and grab the extra layer of warmth.

Dean walked into the kitchen towards the smell of fresh brewing coffee and frying bacon and he smiled when he heard his stomach growl in hunger. It felt like it had been weeks since he had properly eaten and he knew that he had to have lost several pounds over the whole ordeal with Christian and the other vampires.

Dean stopped in his tracks when he saw that it was Sam who was cooking the bacon and thought about turning around before his brother spotted him, but his stomach once again growled letting its hunger be known. Dean stared at Sam’s back watching muscles rippling underneath his brother’s white tight t-shirt as Sam flipped the bacon before it burnt. As usual, Sam’s jeans hung loosely on his hips and caused a small flash of skin to be exposed when Sam bent over to get the biscuits out of the oven. Flashes of Dean’s erotic dream from three nights earlier flashed before his eyes; Sam’s wet tongue in his mouth, Sam’s strong arms wrapped tightly around his body, Sam’s hot breath on his neck causing goose bumps to form along Dean’s sensitive flesh, and Sam’s firmness pressed inside his body.

“Morning,” Sam offered when he turned and saw his brother in the kitchen doorway. “I’m glad to see you up and about.”

“Dad decided to let me out for good behavior,” Dean smirked walking to the coffee pot.

Sam opened a cabinet and grabbed Dean a mug, “Here you go.”

“Thanks,” Dean responded pouring himself some coffee before sitting down at the table.

Sam watched as his brother sat down noting the small wince of pain in Dean’s face when his body made contact with the chair, “How are you feeling?”

“Alright,” Dean simply answered refusing to look his brother in the eye.

Sam thought about pressing the issue knowing that Dean was lying, but he decided against it and instead chose a safer topic, “You hungry?”

“Yeah,” Dean quietly replied running his finger around the rim of the coffee mug.

“Good,” Sam began. “I was worried that I was going to have to eat all this food myself.” Sam grabbed a plate out of the cabinet and placed a biscuit, scrambled eggs, and some crispy bacon on it, “I made the bacon crispy just like you like it.”

Dean weakly smiled in appreciation as Sam placed the plate of food on the table. Sam’s closeness made Dean uncomfortable and he wanted nothing more than to run from the room and escape Sam’s proximity, but his neglected stomach was having none of that.

Sam fixed himself a plate leaving enough for his father and sat down at the table close to Dean. Sam watched out of the corner of his eye as Dean fidgeted with a napkin obviously feeling awkward being alone with him and Sam suddenly felt sick to his stomach, “Are you okay?”

Dean reached for a piece of the bacon, “I’d prefer not to talk if that’s okay with you.”

Sam took a swig of his coffee and placed the mug back onto the table probably harder than necessary, “You don’t want to talk to anyone or just me?”

Dean chewed thoughtfully on the bacon looking into the living room wishing that his father would hurry up with his shower and join them for breakfast, “You want me to lie?”

“Not like it would the first time you lied,” Sam sneered as he stabbed the eggs with his fork.

“What the hell is that suppose to mean?” Dean asked pushing his plate away in disgust. He knew that it had been a waste of time attempting to eat with Sam in the room.

Sam noticed that Dean had shoved his food away and felt a twinge of guilt, “You need to eat Dean. I’m sorry I said anything.”

Dean placed his hands in his lap and drew them into fists, “No way Sam! You want to know something just ask it!”

Sam slammed his hands down on the table and stood up standing practically on top of Dean, “Fine, I want to know why you didn’t tell me Christian was alive when you found out all those weeks ago, why the hell would you protect him from me?”

Dean felt all of his courage fading as he struggled to answer Sam’s question, “Because…”

“Because why?” Sam asked watching as Dean tried to avoid the question. “Why would you protect that monster?”

Dean turned his head away in shame not wanting to look Sam in the eyes, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?” Sam asked hysterically. “Dean,” Sam asked wanting Dean to look him in the eyes, “Look at me!”

Dean reluctantly turned his head towards Sam, “What do you want me to say Sam? That I loved him despite everything he did to me and that some part of me wanted to be a vampire and live with him forever?”

“You can’t possible mean that Dean!” Sam cried angrily.

“I don’t know what the fuck I want anymore!” Dean yelled as he stood up violently from the table causing the chair to fall back into the floor. “The only thing I know for sure is that I never want you touch me again Sam!”

“This isn’t about me Dean. This is about Christian and the sick games he played with you,” Sam began. “I would never hurt you like he did. You have to believe me.”

Dean backed away from Sam, “Why should I? It’s obvious that you enjoyed yourself at my expense.”

Sam stepped towards his retreating brother, “He made me do that to you Dean. He made me touch you like that.”

Dean continued stepping backwards until he felt the edge of the countertop on his lower back, “And I suppose he made you say the things you said to me too, right?”

“What can I say,” Sam smirked stepping closer towards Dean, “It was the heat of the moment.”

“So you like calling all of your lovers a nasty whore and a cunt?” Dean asked looking once again towards the living room.

“Only if they ask nicely,” Sam teased placing his hands on the cabinet beside Dean’s sinful hips trapping his older brother in between his arms. “And you asked so nicely.”

“Back off Sam,” Dean warned.

Sam pressed closer rubbing his crotch up against Dean’s crotch, “And why would I want to do that?”

Dean could feel Sam’s obvious excitement and grimaced in disgust, “Because I said so!”

“You feel what you do to me Dean?” Sam whispered seductively into Dean’s ear. “You make me so fucking hard for you…you’re all I can think about.”

“I’m happy for you,” Dean groaned as he pushed Sam away with his hands.

Sam pushed up against Dean’s hands, “I know you want me Dean. I can see it in your eyes,” Sam stated just before he licked Dean’s earlobe. “You want me inside you; fucking you into the floor.”

“I want you the fuck off me,” Dean pleaded attempting to push Sam further away.

“I’m sorry but that doesn’t work for me,” Sam smiled teasingly placing his hands on Dean’s hips, “Why don’t you just shut up and cooperate.” Sam manhandled Dean and lifted him up onto the cabinet and pushed Dean’s thighs apart, “That’s more like it…spread those thighs for me baby.”

“Sam, don’t do this please,” Dean begged trying to push Sam’s hands off his thighs.

Sam grabbed both of Dean’s hands and forced them roughly behind his back, “What did I tell you Dean?” Sam grabbed Dean’s sweat pants and began jerking them down past his hips. “Just shut up and cooperate.”

Dean felt his pants being pushed down past his ankles over his socks and struggled against the hold on his hands, “No…stop!”

“That doesn’t sound like cooperation to me,” Sam snickered as he unzipped his own pants and pulled out his engorged cock, “You’re suppose to be saying stuff like ‘fuck me harder’ and ‘give me your cum’.”

Dean watched wide-eyed as Sam gathered spit in his mouth, let it gather on his lips, and let it fall gently onto his hard prick, “Sam…please.”

Sam rubbed the spit onto his hardened member, “Please what Dean? Fuck you until you can’t walk?”

Dean fought with all he had as Sam lined up his cock with his unprepared hole and began pushing in, “Damn you Sam! Don’t you fucking do this to me!”

Sam grew wearisome of Dean’s demands and slammed his free hand on Dean’s mouth and pushed in past the resisting tissue, “I told you to shut the fuck up!”

Dean grunted in agony behind Sam’s obtrusive hand and banged the back of his head into the cabinet several times trying to draw attention away from the fiery pain in his ass as his brother breached his entrance and slammed inside his velvety heat.

Sam felt Dean wrapping his legs around his hips pressing the heel of his feet into his lower back. Sam hissed in discomfort as Dean dug in hard enough to bruise, “You really are a slut for pain, aren’t you?” In response, Sam released Dean’s mouth and instead wrapped his large hand around Dean’s neck, “Let’s see what you think about this you fucking bitch!”

Dean clawed at the hand holding his hands behind his back and tried to pull back from the hand wrapped around his throat but to no avail. He could feel the hot tears coming from his eyes betraying his pain and humiliation to Sam. Dean felt like he was being torn in two by his brother’s large cock as it pummeled his body mercilessly hard while the hand on his neck brought him mercifully closer to unconsciousness.

Sam watched in fascination as Dean’s eyes began to roll back inside his head, “I’m not losing you am I?” Sam released Dean’s neck and slapped him across the cheek, “Do I have your attention Dean?”

Dean’s eyes fluttered opened and closed as his body continued to absorb the brunt of Sam’s assault, “Yes.”

Sam smiled softly at his brother’s faint admission, “Good…cause I want to make sure that you can feel me shooting my spunk inside you.” Sam’s hips were like a piston pumping in and out of Dean’s torn and abused hole building up momentum, “You make me so fucking hard for you…you and your tight cunt make me so fucking hot…I’m going to give it to you baby. You want my cum baby?”

Dean turned his head to the side refusing to answer Sam.

Sam reared back and slapped Dean once again, “Answer me Dean! Do you want my cum inside you?”

Dean slowly turned his head towards Sam wishing that Hell would open up and swallow Sam whole. “Yes,” he sneered hatefully.

Sam ran his hand up Dean’s neck until his thumb rested on Dean’s lips, “Suck on it. Imagine that it’s Christian’s cock in your mouth while I feel your ass up with my jizz.” Sam watched in earnest as Dean’s hot mouth sucked his thumb inside lavishing it with his tongue, “That’s it Dean…oh fuck yeah…take it, take it…umm.”

Dean closed his eyes as he felt Sam’s release coating his insides, “You’re no better than that monster. I should have let him kill you when he had the chance.”

Sam slowly slid in and out of Dean’s heat feeling his sticky milky cum slicking up Dean’s greedy hole, “Well then, consider that a lesson learned.”

Dean chewed thoughtfully on his bacon watching as his brother stared feverishly at the countertop on the other side of the kitchen wondering what Sam was thinking about. “Hello, Earth to Sammy,” Dean called. Dean snapped his fingers in front of his brother’s face wondering where the hell Sam had gone off to, “Sam!”

Sam shook his head trying to clear the inappropriate visions and thoughts from his head, “What is it?”

Dean grabbed another piece of bacon and chewed absently, “You look like you went on a fieldtrip to a galaxy far far away. Are you alright?”

Sam ran his hands over his face and through his head trying to clear his head of the dream, vision, fantasy, or whatever the hell it was, “I’m sorry. I sort of zoned out for a minute, where were we?”

Dean took a sip of the coffee and wrapped his hands around the mug for warmth, “I asked you if you wanted me to lie about not wanting to talk to you.”

Sam’s head felt like it was going to implode in confusion, “We were just talking?”

Dean arched his brow in bewilderment, “That’s what most people would call it.”

Sam absently looked past Dean and focused his eyes on the cabinet that he had just been fucking his brother on and winced in shame at his actions; even if they didn’t really happen, “Dean, you believe me when I say I won’t hurt you, right?”

Dean looked doubtfully at Sam, “Not really. You don’t think I know what goes on in that head of yours?”

Sam swallowed hard wondering what exactly Dean knew about his fantasies and dreams, “Dean, I promise that I will never ever do anything to you that you don’t want me to do.”

Dean placed the mug back onto the table, “Sure Sam, whatever you say.”

Sam watched as Dean got up from the table and reached out to grab Dean, “You have to believe me Dean.”

Dean looked down at where Sam’s hand grasped his wrist, “Let go Sam.”

Sam wanted nothing more than to pull Dean closer and make him see the truth, but he knew that he had to let Dean go, “Sorry.” Sam released Dean, “I just need to know that you believe me.”

Dean looked intently into Sam’s eyes and smiled softly, “Thanks for the bacon Sam.”

Sam watched as Dean left the kitchen unmolested and pushed his plate out of the way. He placed his head down onto the table and closed his eyes wondering what it would take to prove himself to Dean. “Well for starters; it would probably be a good thing if you would stop raping him in your dreams or fantasies or whatever the hell they are,” he whispered softly to himself trying to convince himself that fantasies were fine as long as you didn’t act upon them.

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Dean made his way back upstairs and got back into bed trying hard not to think about Sam or anything that had to do with Christian or Dmitry. Instead, he tried to think about girls, football, and the Impala. He made a mental list of things that he needed to do to his Chevy so she would purr like a kitten again. His car had been neglected over the last couple of months and he made a silent promise to give her his special attention as soon as he was fully recovered.

“What are you thinking about?” John asked from the bathroom door.

Dean looked up to see his father in clean clothes with his hair still damp from the shower, “My car.”

“You mean my car?” John teased throwing his wet towel by the door. “You weren’t long. Did you get something to eat?”

“I got some bacon and some coffee,” Dean answered watching as his father picked up his cell phone to check for messages. Dean knew it was only a matter of time before his Dad left to pursue the demon and he dreaded being left alone with Sam.

“Did Sam cook for you?” John asked absently noting that he had missed four calls since last night from the same person.

“You need to return a call?” Dean asked hesitantly.

“Darla called four times last night while you were sleeping,” John responded wondering what his contact in Louisville needed.

“Go ahead and call her,” Dean replied feeling tightness in his chest.

“She can wait,” John tenderly smiled at his ailing son. The truth was that John wasn’t ready to leave Dean alone and he was sure that Darla would try to drag him away on a hunt of some sort; perhaps even the demon.

“It could be important,” Dean cautioned.

“You’re important to me,” John reassured as he put his phone back down on the dresser.

“So is the demon,” Dean urged. “You can’t stop your crusade because of this. I’ll be alright.”

John studied his son’s features seeing the hidden doubt and pain, “Just three nights ago you were telling me to not leave you alone with Sam, and now you’re all good with it, what’s up with that?”

“He’s my brother and we were both made to do things we regret and…”

“And what,” John interrupted. “Now you believe that Sam has no interest in pursuing more?”

“Of course he doesn’t,” Dean lied. “I was just being paranoid.”

John recognized all the signs of Dean getting ready to sacrifice himself for someone else. His son was a master at self-sacrifice, “Dean, I know what you’re doing and it’s not going to work. I’m not leaving you until you are healthy and I have made sure that Sam’s intentions to you are honorable.”

Dean grabbed the extra pillow on the bed and hugged it towards himself, “You make me sound like some teenage girl with her giant of a father scaring all the boys off.”

“Dean,” John began sitting on the edge of the bed by his son. “You made me promise to keep him from touching you again and that’s what I’m going to do.”

“But the demon,” Dean pleaded looking at his father.

“Can wait,” John reassured. “Besides, it’s been too long since we’ve hunted together and I want to see what you’ve picked up on your own these last couple of years.”

“Obviously not that much”, Dean smiled bitterly thinking of the vampire that had trapped him in deadly game of temptation.

“It could have happened to any of us,” John started. “Hell, I was fooled at the motel by them and so was Sam, remember?”

Dean appreciated his father trying to make him feel better, “I can’t believe Sam fell for the slutty chick in the truck stop scam.”

John laughed, “Well, in all fairness, that Sicily was a looker.”

“Yeah she was,” Dean smiled. “And she was quite a little power-hungry vixen too. She couldn’t keep her hands off me.”

“Oh I’m sure,” John grinned enjoying the smile he saw on Dean’s face but the smile on Dean’s face suddenly fell, “Dean, what’s wrong?”

Dean shook his head, “Nothing…I was just thinking about what Christian did to her when he caught her touching me without his approval.” Dean clutched the pillow tighter, “He was so furious with her. I can’t even begin to imagine what he’ll do to me once he’s out of his prison.”

“Dean,” John began grabbing a hold of his son’s hand. “First of all, you didn’t imprison him or betray him, Dmitry is the one who needs to fear Christian’s wrath. Secondly, Dmitry assured me that Christian will be locked up for a very long time. You’ll probably be dead and buried before he gets out.”

“That’s reassuring,” Dean sarcastically commented. “Christian won’t challenge Dmitry, but he will take his anger out on me.”

“Dean, he won’t get out, so please stop worrying about him,” John pleaded.

“Since when do you believe vampires and the promises they make?”

“Ever since I met Dmitry, and he could have killed us easily but instead he let us go,” John answered standing up from the bed.

“Maybe he wants to play a game,” Dean suggested watching as his father paced back and forth across the bedroom floor.

“Why would he want to do that?” John asked.

“Dmitry wants me. He wants to take me away from Christian,” Dean argued.

“And,” John urged.

“And, maybe he wanted to let me go so he could find me on his own,” Dean ventured.

John stopped pacing and stared at his son, “And what would that achieve?”

Dean rubbed at the tension on the back of his neck, “I don’t pretend to know everything about Vampire Lore or Dmitry’s clan, but I do know that there are proper ways in which a vampire can claim a human as his own…and stealing them from your own Childe is generally looked down upon; especially if the Childe is imprisoned because of your on doing.”

John rubbed his thumb along his chin picking at the hair on his beard, “So, you’re telling me that this could all be a lie? That he’s going to come and get you eventually?”

Dean shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe not; maybe he will, but I do think that we need to be on guard and not pretend that all is well.”

“Can you feel his presence in your mind?”

“No,” Dean answered.

“Would you tell me if you could?” John reluctantly asked.

“Maybe,” Dean honestly replied. “I don’t know. It would depend on what his message was.”

“Has he ever manipulated you like Christian did?” John asked filled with concern.

“I think that Dmitry is so powerful I wouldn’t even be aware that he was coercing me into something,” Dean explained. “With Christian, I always knew in the back of my mind that he was trying to control me, and at first I attempted to fight him, but over time it became to difficult to block him out.”

“And with Dmitry,” John hesitantly asked dreading the answer.

“He could be in this very room making me say the things I’m saying now, and I wouldn’t even be aware of it until it was too late,” Dean replied.

John sighed heavily, “You should have told me this earlier. It’s not safe for us to stay here.”

“I’m probably just being paranoid Dad. Dmitry will probably honor his promise,” Dean insisted.

“Would you make up your fucking mind?” John exclaimed. “I don’t know what to do here Dean. I mean one minute you’re telling me to leave and the next you’re telling me that a vamp could be stalking you still, which is it?”

“I don’t know Dad,” Dean cried. “I just know that I don’t feel safe without you by my side right now.”

John visibly relaxed at Dean’s admission, “Then stop pushing me away and let me protect you.”

“I just don’t want to get in the way of your vengeance against the demon,” Dean remarked.

“Dean, let me worry about the demon and Sam and the vampires, and you worry about getting better so we can get out of here for good,” John argued.

“I’ll try,” Dean answered softly slipping further down into the bed and bringing the covers up to his chin. “You really should return Darla’s call though.”

“Dean,” John warned.

“It could be important,” Dean reasoned as he begrudgingly closed his eyes for some much needed rest.

John stared at Dean worried for his son’s sanity. The boy had too much to worry about and John wasn’t sure that he could protect Dean from all the badness in the world. He had already failed Dean once; what was to stop him from failing again?

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Somewhere in the Canadian Rockies

Dmitry watched in bittersweet amusement as his own Sire passed judgment down upon Christian…

“And because of your carelessness and reckless endangerment of me and your own Sire,” Alexei began. “You will be locked inside a tomb for no less than fifty-years with the only sounds being your own screams of agony as you slowly starve yourself into hibernation.”

“Grandsire please,” Christian cried. “I could not help myself. This human is unlike any I have ever encountered.”

“I have fed from both yourself and Dmitry seeing all that has transpired, and while I can understand the fascination you and Dmitry have for this creature, it does not excuse your unforgivable recklessness.”

“Dmitry!” Christian screamed. “Help me!”

“Hush Childe,” Alexei ordered as he placed his hand upon Christian’s cool cheek. “You have given me no choice. You must be punished for your actions, and once you are freed from your prison, you will be welcomed back into the clan as a favored grand-childe.”

Marco and Michel had the misfortune of dragging their injured brother to his tomb clenching in shame and remorse with each cry that came out of Christian’s mouth. “Sire, please don’t let them do this to me! I love you!” Marco and Michel carried Christian out of the room pass Alexei, Dmitry, and the still recovering Sicily, “Dmitry! Dmitry!”

Dmitry closed his eyes briefly trying to block out the agonized pleas coming form his Childe wishing for just a moment that he hadn’t betrayed Christian at Port Hope, but he knew that his cocky fledging needed to be taught a lesson and being buried alive just might do the trick.

“Leave me,” Alexei ordered. All of the vampires; including Sicily and Dmitry made their way to leave Alexei’s chamber. “Not you Dmitry.”

Dmitry watched as Sicily slowly made her way without his help and turned reverently to his Sire, “What is it you wish of me Sire?”

Alexei walked towards his plush chair, pushed his velvet red cloak out of the way, and sat down, “We need to talk about your mistakes.”

Dmitry watched as his Sire pushed his long ashen hair off his shoulders, “My mistakes?”

Alexei by nature was a patient vampire and simply smiled at his Childe’s boldness, “You may be five-hundred years old Dmitry but even you still make mistakes, and I think that you and I need to come to an understanding.”

Dmitry looked in the floor knowing that it was best not to look at his Sire in the eyes or risk punishment, “Yes Sire, what is it you wish for me to do?”

Alexei thumped his long nails on the arm of his chair staring at Dmitry intently, “Look at me Dmitry.” Dmitry did as he was told and raised his head eye-level with his Sire, “You made a deal with those hunters and I want to know why?”

“Why,” Dmitry asked.

“Yes, why would you let them go my Childe?” Alexei calmly requested.

“Because I couldn’t risk them getting past me and getting to you,” Dmitry replied nervously.

“Do not lie to me Dmitry!” Alexei roared. “You had all but one of them in captivity yet you let all four of them go, why?”

Dmitry’s shoulders slumped in shame; the truth just too disgraceful to acknowledge. “I wanted him and I knew that Christian would fight me for him,” Dmitry admitted.

Alexei smiled in understanding, “You want this creature that has brought nothing but pain and torment to this family?”

“Yes,” Dmitry divulged bowing his head in defeat.

The thousand-year old vampire looked upon his Dmitry tenderly. “Then you shall have him,” Alexei informed his troubled Childe. “And I shall have his family’s blood.”

Part XXXI coming soon…
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