Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXXI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Sam confesses the truth
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 XXXI 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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Niagara Falls, USA-One week later

Jacob stood on his back porch watching as Dean bent over the hood of the Impala checking the oil and wondered not for the first time what the younger man had been put through up in Canada at the hands of the vampires. Jacob had noticed the tension between the brothers and John’s admirable attempts at helping his oldest boy but something was still off about Dean. He didn’t know Dean and Sam well but he remembered that the older brother always smiled, had a sarcastic comment for everything, and never let little Sammy out of his sights, but the Dean in front of him now was quiet, distracted, and avoided contact with his brother at all cost.

Dean checked the oil on his baby for what seemed like the hundredth time in a week. He had spent most of his recuperation cooped up in the guest bedroom with his father breathing down his neck or out on the car. There was absolutely nothing wrong with the Impala, but Dean had to find any excuse he could to avoid Sam, and the excuse of pampering his black beauty was convenient. The last few days had allowed him to heal for the most part physically, but he was still struggling mentally with the repercussions of the vampires’ attacks and looking at Sam only caused him to remember the pain and humiliation more vividly.

“How many times you going to check the oil?” Jacob called from the porch.

Dean looked over his shoulder at his father’s friend, “As many as it takes.”

Jacob raised a brow in confusion, “And how many times would that be?”

Dean turned back to the task at hand and began checking the brake fluid level, “If I knew that I’d tell you.”

Jacob stepped off the porch and walked towards the younger man, “When you going to let this go Dean? It’s tearing you two apart.”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about,” Dean commented as his hand moved towards the battery.

“I may not know the details, but I’m not an idiot, and I know mental anguish when I see it,” Jacob began as he placed his hands on the side of the Impala near the hood and looked at Dean working on the battery. “Obviously, those vamps did a number on you and for some reason you’re blaming Sam for it.”

Dean pulled on the cables on the battery verifying that they were firmly connected, “I don’t blame Sam for what happened to me.”

“Then it’s normal for you to avoid him like he’s a carrier of the plague?”

Dean looked over at the older man noticing the bald spot on the center of the man’s head absently wondering if the man knew about Rogaine, “I blame myself for what happened with those vamps.”

Jacob saw a rusty leaf smothered in between some electrical wires in the back of the engine compartment and pulled it out tossing it onto the ground. “And you’re punishing Sam because?”

Dean sighed heavily in aggravation, “Jacob, don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t have a fucking clue about what you’re talking about.”

“Then why don’t you fill me in on the details,” Jacob offered not offended by Dean’s tone.

Dean stood up straight and closed the hood of the car, “And why would I want to do that? I barely even know you.”

Jacob moved his hands just in time before Dean slammed the hood down, “Because you obviously need to talk to someone about what’s troubling you.”

Dean grabbed the grease rag out of his jean pocket and wiped his oily hands on the towel, “Look Jacob…I appreciate you letting me stay here while I recover, and I appreciate your concern, but…I don’t want to talk to you about this.”

Jacob frowned in concern, “Dean, don’t let those bastards beat you. We got you away from them, but you’re sitting around letting your memories destroy you.” Jacob placed his hands in his jacket pockets for warmth, “You have to talk to someone Dean.”

“I talk to Dad,” Dean softly responded.

“About what those vampires did to you,” Jacob asked cautiously, “About your feelings for Sam?”

Dean backed up sharply from Jacob, “What are you talking about?”

Jacob noticed that Dean looked like a skittish animal getting ready to bolt to safety but he wouldn’t back down, “I can guess what those vamps did to a boy like you, but what did Sam do to you that has caused you so many conflicting feelings?”

Dean abruptly walked towards the trunk and unlocked it, “When did you turn the fuck into John Edwards the psychic extraordinaire?”

Jacob grinned in amusement, “I’m just good at reading people Dean, and you’re definitely someone who’s struggling with their feelings.”

Dean reached in the trunk for the crossbow determined to get in some practice before nightfall, “And what exactly did you mean by a boy like me?”

Jacob snorted, “Please Dean, give me a break here. We both know that you’re overly attractive and those blood-sucking rapists wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off you.”

Dean irately aimed the crossbow in the direction of Jacob’s chest, “This is the end of this conversation. Back the fuck off of me!”

Jacob gingerly stepped back, “Have it your way Dean. Just let it keep eating away at you until there’s nothing left.”

“What the hell is going on Dean?” John yelled from the porch. “Why the hell are you aiming that thing at Jacob?”

Dean stepped backwards not looking at his father, turned towards the woods, and began walking to the closest large tree, “It’s all good.”

“Jacob,” John asked his friend.

“He’s just getting ready to do some target practice,” Jacob answered. “I guess he decided that a tree makes a better target then me.”

“Dean!” John yelled. “Get back here. I need to talk to you!”

Jacob walked up towards the porch and looked up at his friend, “Just give him some time alone John. He needs to get something sorted out in his head.”

John kept watching Dean walk deeper into the woods hating to let his son out of his sights, “It’s not safe for him to go off alone Jacob , and I didn’t raise him to threaten the very person who has been helping out our family with a crossbow.”

Jacob stepped up on the porch and joined his friend as they watched the younger man walking deeper into the woods, “John, you can’t keep him on a leash for the rest of his life. He has to get back up on the horse and start riding again, and you have to allow him to do so without interference.”

“I just wish he would talk to me,” John softly admitted. “He won’t talk to me about what’s going on in his head. I know that he’s scared and wants me to protect him, but he won’t talk about specifics and how he feels about Christian and Sam.”

“What is it about Sam? Why is Dean pissed at him?” Jacob asked.

John turned his attention from the woods to his friend, “You don’t want to know…trust me; it’s just too awful to even talk about.”

Jacob was beginning to put the pieces together so he probed further, “Did Sam hurt him like the vamps did?”

“And what exactly do you think the vampires did to my boy?” John asked angrily.

Jacob put his hands up in defeat, “Hey, I didn’t mean any offense.”

“I think that its best I take my family away from here as soon as possible,” John informed Jacob through clenched teeth.

“Jesus, like father like son,” Jacob commented. “You don’t have to leave or get pissed at me John. I was just trying to help but obviously the Winchesters are incapable of taking help from others.”

John turned his eyes back towards the trees spotting Dean in the far background aiming at a large Oak tree, “Jacob…it’s complicated and painful, and as Dean’s father, I can’t let you cause him more pain by asking him difficult questions.”

“And you? Why can’t I ask you?”

John watched proudly as his son’s first shot hit the center of the tree, “Because it’s painful for me too. It’s tearing me apart thinking about how badly I failed him.”

“John, you can’t be there for your boys every second of every day,” Jacob reasoned.

“Don’t you get it Jacob?” John asked hysterically. “I was never there for my boys! I let this damn demon control me, take me away from Dean, and got him tortured and violated because I’m a lousy fucking father.”

“No you’re…” Jacob began.

“No! Don’t let me off the hook here Jacob!” John argued. “It’s my fault my sons are fighting each other and it’s my fault that Dean is still a target for those bastards.”

“Well, according to Dean, it’s his fault, and I bet if I asked Sam he’d say it was his fault,” Jacob remarked. “Why don’t you guys start blaming the real thing responsible for this? Blame the fucking vampire who did this to your family.”

John reflected on his friend’s words knowing that the man was right. “When did you become so insightful?” John smiled.

“It’s amazing what getting off the Jack Daniel’s can do for a man’s mind,” Jacob joked. “Why don’t you come on inside and help me cook dinner while Dean cools off?”

John nodded and took one final look at his son before joining Jacob, “You think he’ll pull through this?”

“Of course he will,” Jacob smirked. “He’s a Winchester.”

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Sam stood silently at the side of the house watching Dean’s target practice while Jacob and his father conversed on the porch. He wasn’t surprised to hear John admitting his failure as a father or the fact that Dean blamed himself for his predicament. As Jacob had predicted, Sam also blamed himself for Dean’s torment; not the sexual parts, but the fact that he let Christian get within a hundred yards of his brother. The bastard should have been killed all those months ago in New Chester, but Sam had refused to listen to Dean’s warnings, and it was the single worse mistake Sam had ever made.

Once John and Jacob had gone inside the house to cook dinner, Sam started walking slowly towards his brother determined to make Dean listen for once. Sam had to convince Dean that he would never hurt him again and that he would keep the vampires away from his older brother even he had to die in the process. Sometimes, Dean could be the most stubborn pig-headed person in the world, and Dean’s refusal to listen over the last week had pried the brothers even farther apart.

Dean could see Sam approaching out of the corner of his eye and his finger involuntarily twitched on the crossbow trigger, “Leave me alone Sam.”

Sam stopped in his place and stared in frustration at Dean, “Would you please let me talk to you?”

“I don’t want to talk about what happened or any other emotional bullshit,” Dean explained while he reloaded his weapon.

Sam rolled his eyes and started walking towards Dean again, “Fine, so we both agree to let the past stay in the past and get on with our lives.”

Dean aimed the crossbow at the tree at the farthest edge of his vision, “I didn’t say that Sam.”

Sam watched Dean hit the mark and smiled sadly. “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Dean reloaded the weapon again and handed the crossbow to Sam, “Take a shot.”

“I thought that was what I was doing,” Sam grinned.

“Smartass…just shoot the damn thing,” Dean grinned back.

Sam aimed the bow and missed the tree by five feet, “That doesn’t count!”

“Hell yes it does!” Dean argued. “You so suck!”

“Somebody fucking moved the tree at the last second,” Sam laughed enjoying the rare smile on his brother’s face.

“You always have an excuse for your mistakes don’t you?” Dean asked instantly regretting his choice of words. “Sam…I didn’t mean anything by that.”

Sam nodded in understanding, “But you’re right. I keep blaming Christian for what I did to you, but we both know the truth.”

Dean grabbed the crossbow from Sam, “Stop right there Sam. I don’t want to talk about this with you.”

Sam reached out and yanked the crossbow back from Dean, “But I do want to talk about it Dean.”

Dean reached for the bow only to get his hand knocked away, “Give it back to me Sam!”

“Dean, you’ve known the truth for awhile, but I didn’t have the guts to admit it until now, “Sam began, “You were right about me…”

“I swear to God if you don’t shut up I will so kick your ass!” Dean yelled.

“Dean, please let me say this to you…admit the truth,” Sam pleaded holding the crossbow underneath his underarm so he could grab for Dean if he needed to.

“Like you said, I already know the truth, so why say it out loud?” Dean asked.

“Because it needs to be said so we can start mending our relationship,” Sam patiently explained. “Dean, I think on some subconscious level I’ve always wanted to be with you, and Christian…”

“Shut up Sam!” Dean interrupted pushing Sam backwards with his hands. “I don’t want to fucking hear this right now!”

Sam grabbed Dean by the biceps and yanked him forwards, “That’s too bad because you’re going to hear this!” Sam held on tightly as Dean squirmed attempting to get out of his grip, “Christian put certain unhealthy desires in my head, but he didn’t put my attraction for you in my head.”

“Please Sam,” Dean pleaded.

“Shut up and listen to me Dean!” Sam commanded. “You think you’re the only one hurting here? You think that I feel good about fucking you in front of Dad? Letting that bastard choke you on his cock at the same time?”

Dean reared back and kicked Sam in the knee causing his brother to loosen his grip, “You weren’t complaining while it was going on!” Dean swung out and hit Sam across the jaw with his fist, “You raped me Sam! You tag-teamed me in a filthy basement while our father sat in a cage begging you to stop!”

Sam rubbed at his aching jaw, “As I seem to recall, it was you who pushed me into doing it! As always, you had to sacrifice yourself and offer to be Christian’s whore to save me and Dad! Do you remember that Dean?”

Dean still had his fists balled up at his side, “You’re right! I did offer myself to save my family, but you didn’t act like a man who was only fucking me to survive. You were getting off on it calling me crude names and making me beg for it like a slut!”

“He was inside my head Dean, and to tell you the truth, I don’t think he ever left,” Sam reluctantly admitted. “I wanted you, but I never thought about treating you like a piece of meat; a hole to be fucked and used.”

Dean relaxed a bit at Sam’s heartfelt confession, “He’s still influencing you?”

“I don’t know for sure but I keep having these dreams,” Sam replied.

“Dreams about you and me together?” Dean asked nervously remembering his own dream involving a dominating Sam.

“Yes,” Sam sighed. “I’m not proud of them and they make me feel like shit because of the types of things I do to you in them, but I can’t control them.”

“How long,” Dean simply asked.

“Since you sucked me off in Greensboro,” Sam sinfully confessed.

“No, I mean how long have you wanted me?” Dean reiterated.

Sam looked into Dean’s moss-colored eyes seeing the apprehension and fear, “On some level, I think I’ve wanted you forever, but I think I knew for sure when I accidentally caught you and Angela Mason making out behind the Dairy Queen when I was fifteen. Something about your mouth being kissed made me hard.”

Dean couldn’t help but to laugh despite the serious conversation, “You should have stuck around a little longer because you would have seen me getting my ass kicked by her rather impressively large boyfriend who caught me with my hand down her panties.”

Sam roared in laughter, “No fucking way!”

“Yeah, that night when I came home beaten up I told you that I went a round with an evil gremlin and you so believed me,” Dean playfully admitted.

“How was I supposed to know that you were lying? We have faced gremlins before,” Sam defended.

“Dude, Gremlins are like two-feet tall at the most. How am I going to get a black-eye from a two-foot troublemaker?” Dean asked enjoying himself at his brother’s expense.

Sam beamed happily at Dean’s teasing, “You are such an asshole sometimes.”

“Yeah I am, but you know you want me,” Dean smirked wiggling an eyebrow suggestively.

“Yeah, I do,” Sam admitted suddenly finding it difficult to breathe. “I want you so fucking bad.”

Dean stared at his brother torn between running to his Daddy for help and kicking Sam in the balls for even admitting the God awful truth. “Sam, this isn’t happening.”

Sam continued staring intensely into Dean’s eyes, “I know it can’t happen right now because you’re still recovering from being assaulted, but maybe later after you’ve gotten over it…”

“Once I get over it? Are you out of your mind Sam?” Dean interrupted.

Sam instinctively reached out and placed his cupped his large hands tenderly on the sides of Dean’s face, “You will get over this I swear. I’ll help you through it.”

Dean placed his hands on Sam’s hands and pulled them off his face, “Oh I’m sure you will. How exactly do you plan on doing that Sam?”

Sam placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders and looked down into Dean’s face, “I’ll be here for you to talk to, to protect you, and to give you whatever it is you want from me.”

“Don’t you get it Sam?” Dean asked, “I don’t want you talking to me, or protecting me, or giving me anything!”

“You don’t mean that Dean. You’re just upset,” Sam clarified. “You’ll get use to the idea of us soon enough.”

Dean’s brows arched in alarm, “Do you know who you sound like right now? Do you realize that you’re channeling Christian?”

Sam snorted, “I’m nothing like him. I’m just confident that you’ll get over this and see that I am the best thing for you.” Sam reached out for Dean’s hand and held it firmly, “I would never make you do something you didn’t want to do.”

“Really,” Dean asked. “I didn’t want to talk about this but you forced me to stand here and listen.”

“When did I force you Dean? You could have walked away anytime you wanted to,” Sam responded.

Dean snatched his hand away from Sam, “Okay, this is me walking away.” Dean brushed past Sam practically running towards the house desperate to get away from his brother who had stirred up all kinds of emotions.

“Dean!” Sam called, “Come back and finish this please!” Sam watched as Dean scampered up the porch and opened the door to the house and ran inside, “You can’t keep running from this Dean!” Sam gritted his teeth in frustration, “Real smart Sam! You fucking scared him off and made him run to Dad!” Sam took out the crossbow from his underneath his underarm, aimed at the same tree he had missed earlier, and watched as the arrow soared through the sky and hit the dead center of the tree, “I won’t miss with Dean next time either.”

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British Columbia, Canada

Dmitry stared down at the young blonde-headed boy who was currently on his knees and underneath the powerful vampire’s body. Dmitry pumped his cock in and out of the fragile human’s body loving the pained-filled moans coming from the human. Dmitry had slammed into the body with no prep and had torn the boy’s asshole with his initial entry. He could smell the blood as it coated his throbbing dick and made the claiming of the boy that much sweeter.

“It hurts,” the boy cried. “Please stop.”

Dmitry ignored the pitiful mortal and instead closed his eyes and imagined that the torn and abused being in his clutches was a more interesting toy to play with who possessed alluring green eyes, a soft speckling of freckles, tanned skin, and who made a worthy adversary worth claiming.

“Dean,” the vampire gasped as he ran his hands up the boy’s sweaty flanks. “You’ve been such a bad boy.”

The young battered human collapsed onto his stomach from the brutal assault, “What did I do?”

Dmitry didn’t miss a beat as the human’s knees gave out on him, “You hurt my family…made me betray them.”

Blood was dripping down the boy’s thighs and he felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “I’m sorry,” he offered to the delusional rapist who had grabbed him as he was walking to his car from his apartment and took him to a motel in the middle of nowhere to violate him.

Dmitry felt his fangs coming out as the smell of the blood aroused his hunger. A desire he had long learned to control, but tonight Dmitry planned on feasting, “Dean…you’ve made me do things I know are wrong.” The vampire growled loudly as he felt his cool seed filling the boy’s inner walls wishing that it was Dean’s mouth he was filling, “You’ve made me lose control.” Dmitry grabbed the boy by the neck and lifted the human back up onto his knees. “You’re going to pay Dean,” Dmitry warned as he tore into the boy’s neck and proceeded to suck the life out of the poor boy that had done nothing wrong. Within moments, the boy was drained dry and Dmitry pulled his fangs out of the dead human’s neck, let the body fall back onto the bed, and sucked and licked the blood off of his lips and teeth while looking down at the pale lifeless corpse, “Not as tasty as Dean, but I thank you anyway.”

Part XXXII coming soon…
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