Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXXII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Dean and Sam get back on the road
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 XXXII 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-Six Days Later-8 AM

“You make sure you call me if you need anything,” Jacob offered John.

“You’ve done more than enough already,” John replied hugging Jacob. “You helped my boy and I owe you big time for that.”

Jacob released John and grinned, “I’ll hold you to that.” He offered his hand to Sam, “Take care of yourself and look after your brother.”

Sam shook Jacob’s hand firmly. “Got it covered.”

All three men turned around as they heard Dean coming down the wooden porch stairs with his duffle bag. The bruising had faded from Dean’s face and the only physical indicator that something had taken place was the lack of energy in Dean’s movements. All three men knew that Dean had been sleeping poorly, not eating enough, and working non-stop on the Impala or practicing for the hunt because sitting still allowed for his mind to wander into dark places that he desperately wanted to avoid.

Dean’s stomach tightened when he saw the look on John’s face. It was time to say goodbye and his father looked miserable, “It’ll be alright Dad. We’ll catch up with you in two weeks in Phoenix.”

“Why can’t you two come with me to meet up with Darla?” John began. “She’d love to see you two again.”

Dean shook his head, “No, Sam and I have to get back out there on our own; besides, last time I saw Darla she practically threw me out of her house for flirting with Rachel.”

“Rachel,” Jacob asked.

“Darla’s daughter,” John smiled. “Rachel sure had a thing for you…but she got married about three years ago, so you wouldn’t have to worry about her now.”

“Yeah, you’ll just have to worry about her husband beating the crap out of you for even looking at her,” Sam teased.

“I think that I’ve had enough beatings to last me a lifetime,” Dean replied while shaking Jacob’s hand, “Thanks again for taking us in.”

“Not a problem,” Jacob replied squeezing Dean’s hand gently. “You need anything you just give me a call.”

“Sure,” Dean lied releasing Jacob’s hand and walking over towards the Chevy. “Let’s get a move on it Sam.”

John could tell that Dean was trying to emotionally disconnect from the moment; not wanting to drag out the sad goodbyes, “Son, you give me a call when you reach Lancaster. Let me know where you’re staying, and I don’t want you on the roads late at night if at all possible…and you call me the second you feel unsafe or threatened.”

Dean tossed his duffle into the trunk, “You want me to call you when I need someone to wipe my ass too?”

John clenched his teeth attempting to control his automated angry response, “Well aren’t you a ball of sunshine this morning.”

Dean slammed the trunk closed, “I can take care of myself Dad. I don’t need you or Sam watching my every move.”

“Sure you can,” John replied bitterly.

“I can,” Dean insisted. “I made a mistake and paid the price, okay? Consider it a lesson learned.”

“I would feel better if you two went with me on the search for the demon,” John explained. “I don’t think that either one of you is mentally ready for a hunt.”

“We’ll be fine Dad,” Sam interrupted. “Besides, we’re just going to check out a possible phantom.”

“Phantoms can be dangerous Sam,” John reasoned. “What if it’s vengeful?”

“Than will shoot it up with a shit load of rock salt and sing Ghostbusters,” Dean sarcastically remarked.

“That’s enough Dean,” John warned. “I’m serious about this. You call me the second you get into Lancaster.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Fine.”

“And call me when you find out what exactly it is you’re dealing with,” John added.

“Yes Sir,” Sam replied. “I’ll make sure he calls you.”

John softly smiled at his youngest and pulled him in for a hug, “Take care of yourself Sam.”

Sam returned the offered hug. “You too Dad.”

“Don’t you fucking let him out of your sights and don’t you hurt him,” John whispered harshly in Sam’s ear. “I trust you to do the right thing.”

“I won’t let you down,” Sam replied before releasing his father and heading over towards the passenger side of the car.

John turned to Dean and smiled sadly, “I guess I’ll see you in Phoenix.”

Dean looked down at his boots uncomfortable with the emotions stirring inside, “You sure you don’t want us to wait here until Jesse arrives with your truck?”

“Nope, he should be here before Noon,” John answered. “I know you’re eager to get back on the road so don’t let me hold you up.”

Dean looked at John’s worried face and decided that his father deserved a proper goodbye and a show of appreciation, “Dad…thanks for everything.”

John suddenly reached out and grabbed Dean in a tight hug, “I wish I could have been there in the beginning so none of his would have ever happened to you.”

Dean wrapped his arms tightly around John’s body burying his face into his father’s shoulder, “I’m sorry I fucked everything up…I should have known better…I’m such a fucking idiot.”

“No you’re not Dean,” John whispered into his son’s ear. “You have to stop blaming yourself or you’ll never trust your instincts again and you’ll get yourself killed.”

“I’m scared,” Dean shamefully admitted looking into his father’s eyes.

“Me too,” John confessed releasing his hold on his oldest. “We could fix all of his if you would just come with me.”

“I have to do this if I’m ever going to trust myself again,” Dean explained. “I can’t let them win. I have to prove to myself that I can still hunt and take care of myself.”

“I…I understand,” John begrudgingly replied. “You do what you need to do.”

Dean looked over at Sam who was waiting beside the passenger door, “You ready Sammy?”

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean’s attempt at aggravation, “Sure I am Denny.”

Dean arched his brows in amusement, “That’s pretty good little brother, and to think, it only took you about twenty years to come up with that witty retort.”

Sam flipped his finger at Dean, “Fucking asshole.”

“Sam, is the language really necessary?” Dean asked teasingly.

“Fuck yes it is,” Sam replied before getting into the passenger seat.

Dean pointed his thumb in Sam’s direction while looking at his father, “Man, kids today…totally out of control but what are you going to do? You can’t beat them. You can’t leave them in a dumpster…do you think it’s too late to put him up for adoption?”

John couldn’t help but to laugh at Dean’s returning humor, “Now you know how I felt all these years trying to put up with your smart-ass remarks.”

“Yeah, but I’m funny and original while Sam is…” Dean began.

“Get your ass in the car and stop talking about me behind my back,” Sam interrupted from inside the Impala.

“Don’t get your panties in a wad Francis,” Dean playfully barked.

John was thrilled to see and hear that his sons were acting more like themselves; teasing and insulting each other’s manliness were typical Winchester behaviors, and John was pleased with Dean’s apparent forgiveness of Sam. “Will you two get going so I can get some peace and quiet?”

“You do that old man,” Dean grinned. “See you in two weeks?”

John nodded, “Two weeks, and don’t you forget to call me when you get to Lancaster.”

Dean opened the heavy door and slipped behind the wheel of the Impala, “Alright, I will, but only if you promise to call me when you get to Darla’s.”

“Fair enough,” John replied. “Be careful and keep an eye out for those bastards.”

“You too,” Dean remarked before starting the Chevy. The car roared to life practically purring under Dean’s masterful hands. Dean couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face, “I’ve missed you too baby.”

“God, would you two get a room already,” Sam cried out.

Dean threw his father a final wave of goodbye before closing the door and stepping on the accelerator, “You’re just jealous.”

“Yes Dean, that’s exactly what I am,” Sam sardonically responded enjoying the playful banter. “I’m jealous of your car.”

John watched the Impala driving down Jacob’s dirt driveway throwing dust and rocks up in its wake and for the first time in weeks felt that things were beginning to get back to normal. His sons were actually talking to each other again, and even though Dean still had issues to work through, his oldest was beginning to act like his old self and that seemed a miracle in itself.

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British Columbia, Canada

Dmitry stared lovingly at the pale petite shoulders admiring how the long red hair cascaded down Sicily’s back. He kissed her shoulder tenderly pulling her closer into his naked embrace, “I am glad that you are fully healed.”

Both vampires were resting in Dmitry’s bed after hours of getting reacquainted with each other’s bodies, and Sicily smiled tenderly at her Sire’s words, “Thanks to your generosity I am.”

“You didn’t deserve such harsh punishment from Christian,” Dmitry reasoned.

“And I suppose Marco and Michel did?” Sicily subtly asked thinking back to the day she had seen both of her brothers crying in pain and missing a fang each.

Dmitry’s wandering hands froze, “Of course they did.”

“If you say so,” Sicily replied.

“They left evidence of their kills in two separate places,” Dmitry argued. “They had to be taught a lesson.”

Sicily sat up and looked down at her Sire’s handsome face, “Christian ordered those kills and you know it.”

“I didn’t know it at the time,” Dmitry challenged. “Besides, they’ll be fully fanged in another week or so.”

Sicily slowly got out of the bed and headed over towards her clothes, “Yes they will…and then they can go out and rape and kill innocent life again…just like their Sire.”

Sicily slid her long black dress over her voluptuous body much against Dmitry’s protest, “Must you get dressed?”

Sicily looked back at her Sire who still remained in the bed, “I thought you had given up all the despicable vampire behaviors.”

Dmitry sighed in frustration, “What are you talking about Sicily?”

Sicily ran her long fingers through her hair combing it back into place, “I can smell it on you Dmitry. You’ve killed and violated a man recently.”

“So,” Dmitry began. “I am a vampire aren’t I?”

“Yes, but you haven’t taken a life in over a year. Why now? And why must you rape them?” Sicily asked.

“Because it’s fun,” Dmitry smiled ferociously.

“How many have you killed since we came here to Alexei’s home?” Sicily asked.

“More than one,” Dmitry hinted.

Sicily stared at her Sire in disappointment, “It’s happening to you too…and the sad thing about it is you don’t even realize it.”

Dmitry rested on his back on the bed and placed his hands behind his head, “You can leave now.”

“Why can’t you see that you’re headed down the same road as Christian?”

“Leave now!” Dmitry ordered.

“The way I see it, all of us have suffered because of that human. All of us have been punished because of him except for you,” Sicily began. “Perhaps I should tell Alexei of your obsession so that he will punish you as well.”

“Get out Sicily!”

Sicily ignored her Sire’s command, “Or better yet, maybe I should hunt the little bastard down myself and kill him before you get yourself destroyed trying to have what is not meant to be yours.”

In a blur, Dmitry was on his feet and in front of his defiant Childe, “You touch Dean and I will skin you alive, crucify you, and leave you in the sunlight to burn to ashes.”

“You sound just like Christian,” Sicily frowned. “Maybe you should be buried in that isolated tomb with him.”

Dmitry grabbed Sicily by the shoulders and clutched tightly. “No thank you, but I could arrange for you to be placed there with your brother if you continue to keep this insolent tone with me,” Dmitry warned.

Starvation was not an appealing idea to Sicily, and she knew that her Sire didn’t make idol threats. “Of course…I’m sorry for my disrespect.”

Dmitry victoriously smiled, “You should be.”

“May I leave now?” Sicily asked wanting to make a quick exit before she said something else to upset her Sire.

Dmitry released his Childe and caressed Sicily’s cheek with his strong pale hand, “I think that would be for the best.” He watched as Sicily left the room wondering when his Childe had become so impudent and wise. He knew that Sicily was right about his obsession with the human, but he couldn’t seem to stop his longing for the sweet morsel of flesh that he had tasted in Port Hope, and he couldn’t imagine finding anything as scrumptious as Dean’s sweat, tears, and blood to satisfy his cravings.

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Interstate 81-South of Binghamton, New York-Noon

Sam and Dean had driven in silence for nearly four hours. Sam had attempted to engage his brother in conversation but to no avail. Sam couldn’t understand how Dean could be like his old self one moment than back to the angry depressed person who was sitting behind the wheel of the car the next moment. Their relationship over the last several days had proven to be a slow and cautious reconnection in which Dean had stubbornly ignored Sam’s attempts at talking about the vampires and the sexual acts that they had been forced to endure. It was true that Sam didn’t regret being inside his brother’s velvety heat, and he certainly wasn’t going to complain about having his dick sucked by Dean’s sinful mouth, but Sam did regret humiliating Dean in the process. Sam wanted nothing more than to touch Dean in a loving manner rather than in an aggressive manner but sometimes his brother made it very difficult to treat him with kindness. Sam worried that the day would come soon where Dean would make one too many wisecracks and push Sam into a violent fury that would be the final straw in the destruction of their fragile relationship and tear them apart forever.

“You think Jesse got there with the truck yet?” Sam asked.

“How should I know?” Dean snapped.

Sam wasn’t surprised at the cranky tone in Dean’s voice, “Okay…you want me to drive?”

“No,” Dean grunted. “I’m reconnecting with my baby.”

“You’re supposed to be reconnecting with me,” Sam hotly replied. “If you aren’t going to at least attempt to fix our relationship then why did you even bother bringing me along?”

Dean’s hand clutched tightly on the steering wheel, “Because I knew he wouldn’t let me go hunting alone.”

“Who wouldn’t, Dad?” Sam confusingly asked.

“And,” Dean began. “I had to make him think that we were actually getting along…”

“Wait,” Sam interrupted. “Are you telling me that all that sarcasm and joking was part of an act just so Dad would let you go out on the road?”

“You got it on the first try Sammy. Very impressive,” Dean dryly remarked. “And I have to say that I think I did one hell of an acting job, don’t you think?”

Sam could practically feel his blood boiling, “You had me convinced too you fucking asshole. I thought that you had…I don’t know…forgiven me.”

Dean stared hard at the road watching as the other cars raced down the northern side of Interstate 81 wishing that he was anywhere else in the world besides in his car with Sam. “And that’s where you’d be wrong.”

Sam ran a hand through his long hair in frustration, “What the hell is it going to take Dean? I’ve apologized profusely, I’ve given you space, and I’ve promised you that I would never hurt you again; yet you can’t seem to get over it and move on.”

It took everything in Dean not to slam on the brakes and veer off the road to beat his brother within an inch of his life. “Get over it? Move on?”

“Yeah,” Sam responded. “I know you went through some nasty shit but if you don’t let this go it will…”

“You think?” Dean interrupted. “How the hell would you know what I went through Sam? Was it you on your knees on a filthy basement floor with his brother’s cock buried in his ass?”

“Of course not,” Sam replied watching as a red Mustang raced by them in the fast lane.

“Was it you being called a nasty little bitch and a sweet fucking cunt while your father watched in dismay?” Dean hysterically asked. “Better yet, was it you who got cum shot down his throat while his brother shot a hot steamy load in his ass?”

“Jesus Dean,” Sam hoarsely replied. Sam felt an involuntary response from Dean’s words and he felt a perverse sense of pleasure that he was getting an erection while Dean was having a temper tantrum.

“Maybe it was you who had to walk naked up those stairs with your brother’s spunk dribbling down your thighs feeling like a bitch in heat that had just been mounted and fucked into the floor.” Dean looked over at Sam noting the half-closed eyes and flushed cheeks and yelled in dismay, “You’re getting off on this aren’t you?”

“Of course I’m not!” Sam lied.

Dean kept one eye on the road while he snaked his hand over onto Sam’s thigh attempting to illicit a response. Dean wanted to prove to Sam that he had no control over his urges regardless of what he told himself. “You’re fucking hard aren’t you?”

“How sick do you think I am?” Sam responded staring at Dean’s hand that rested on his thigh. Sam wanted to grab Dean’s hand, shove it down his pants, and insist that the bitch jerk him off, but he controlled his impulses for the time being.

“You don’t want me to answer that,” Dean replied moving to take his hand off of Sam’s thigh but Sam held his hand in place. “Let go of my hand Sam.”

“You shouldn’t have put it there if you didn’t want me to keep it,” Sam knowingly grinned. “You know what I think Dean?”

Dean turned his attention back to the road concentrating on getting them to Lancaster in one piece, “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”

Sam slowly licked his lips, “I think that you liked me fucking you…you liked having my cum oozing slowly out of your well-used hole and down your thighs.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Dean yelled slowing the car down to a safer speed.

“You liked me calling you whore and cunt, didn’t you?” Sam cruelly asked. “All this time I thought you wanted nothing to do with me because of what I did to you…but the truth is that you don’t trust yourself around me because you want more.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about?” Dean challenged yanking his hand out from underneath Sam’s grip.

Sam began to massage his hardness through his pants, “Come on Dean, admit it…you liked being my bitch, didn’t you?”

Dean looked at the rearview mirror and checked the lanes around him before he pulled the Chevy into the emergency lane of the interstate. “You really think that’s what I want from you?”

Sam slowly unbuttoned his jeans, reached in, and pulled out his swollen prick, “You know it. You’re practically salivating over there.” Sam stroked his cock looking at Dean’s eyes with unadulterated lust, “You want to taste it, don’t you? You want to feel it in your mouth; feel it stretching your throat wide.”

Dean watched as Sam stroked himself, “Is that so?”

“Oh yeah,” Sam moaned. “Come over here and lick it…let me shoot it down your throat or maybe on your pretty face.” Sam closed his eyes as he felt the familiar tendril of pleasure coursing through his balls, “Please Dean…let me fuck your mouth.”

“You want to choke me on your big dick Sam?” Dean asked seductively. “Want to gag me and make me swallow it all?”

“Oh…fuck yeah,” Sam growled as he felt his semen racing upwards; release only seconds away. “Want to see my spunk on your lips...on your cheek.” Sam’s back arched in pleasure as he felt the tiny explosion of his orgasm being ripped out of his body, but the intense pleasure was unexpectedly replaced with a searing jolt of pain as he felt his testicles being squeezed firmly together cutting off his release. “What the fuck are you doing Dean?”

Dean held onto Sam’s scrotum in a solid painful grip, “You try that shit with me again and I will drop you on your ass on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere and leave you on your own.”

Sam winced in agony as his testicles were manhandled by Dean, “Alright, alright, you win. Just please let me the fuck go.”

“Promise to be a good boy?” Dean asked enjoying the sense of control he had over his brother because regaining control over the situation was satisfying and empowering.

Sam arched his back slightly as Dean gave his sore nuts another squeeze, “I promise…please Dean I’m begging you here.”

Dean released his hold on Sam and smiled triumphantly when he saw Sam grimace in even more pain, “Oh come on Sam…it wasn’t that bad.”

Sam carefully tucked himself back inside his pants wishing that he had a bag of ice to put on his throbbing testicles, “How the fuck would you know? It wasn’t you who had their nuts being held in a vise grip by their pissed off brother.”

Dean started up the Impala and shot Sam a final look, “Fucking baby.” Dean carefully pulled the Chevy back onto the busy interstate, “Just get the fuck over it and move on.”

Sam’s nostrils flared in anger but he remained silent as Dean pulled back into traffic reflecting on the lesson learned. Once again he had fucked up with Dean. Obviously, pushing him to a quick recovery wasn’t working but neither was the crude sexual behavior. Perhaps what Dean needed was a little persuasion; a little push in the right direction; something that would satisfy them both.

“I’m sorry about that,” Sam began. “I had absolutely no excuse for my behavior.”

“And,” Dean asked.

“And…I’m sorry that I keep telling you to get over it. You take all the time you need, and I will wait patiently hoping that you can forgive me one day.”

Dean looked over at his brother wondering if he had been replaced by a pod person, “And getting your nuts cracked made you realize this?”

“A little pain can go a long way,” Sam grinned. “Besides, you’re right. I have absolutely no idea what you feel like and I can’t honestly say I would behave any differently if the roles were reversed.”

Dean felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders with his brother’s confession. At least Sam now acknowledged that he had a right to be upset and depressed. Dean saw a sign for a Wendy’s two exits away and he felt his stomach rumble in hunger for the first time in days, “You want to stop and get some ice for those nuts Francis?”

Sam laughed despite his painful situation, “You put a whole new perspective on the term ball-buster, and yes, I would like to get some ice if you don’t mind.”

“I was thinking about pulling into a Wendy’s for a burger would a cup of ice do you?” Dean asked.

Sam was happy to hear that Dean actually wanted to eat without being harassed, “I’ll make it work.”

Dean pulled off onto the exit ramp happy that the Wendy’s was right by the interstate. He pulled up to the drive through speaker, rolled down his window, and waited to hear a familiar bitter employee offering to take his order.

“Can I take your order?” the before mentioned bitter employee asked.

Dean was still checking out the menu options trying to decide between a burger or a chicken sandwich, “Hey, I bet a Frosty would feel nice and cold on your private parts.”

Sam put his hand on his face in embarrassment, “Dean! Shut the hell up!”

“Hey, it was just a suggestion,” Dean defensively replied.

“Can I take your order Sir,” the voice behind the speaker cried again with even more bitterness.

“Yeah, we’ll take two number ones with no onions with cokes, and a large Frosty,” Dean replied winking at Sam.

Sam could only shrink down in his seat in humiliation not believing that his brother had just announced that he needed a Frosty for his balls. “I swear to God they had better be using headsets and not those loud speakers.” Sam wanted to crawl underneath the seat when they pulled up to the window; especially when the young teenage girl opened the window not wearing a headset.

“Just relax Sam. You’ll be feeling better in no time once you get that nice frosty cup in your hands,” Dean teased as he paid the teenager. The girl gave Dean a disgusted look and handed the food out the window. Dean handed Sam the Wendy’s bag and his Frosty, “Do you want a spoon for that?”

Sam groaned at Dean’s bad humor but secretly wondered what a spoonful of Frosty would feel like on his nuts. When he envisioned them shriveling up and going back into his body, he changed to an image of the Frosty being poured onto Dean’s taunt stomach and nipples and swallowed hard in excitement. He could imagine his hot tongue licking up the chilly treat as Dean withered in delight, and he felt the familiar ache in his scrotum as his penis began reacting to the image. He placed the cold cup in between his legs, pushed it up tight against his crotch, and effectively ended his fun for the moment.

“Does that feel better?” Dean asked taking his burger from Sam.

“You have no idea,” Sam smiled as he watched Dean tear into the burger hoping that his newest approach with Dean would work. Everyone knew that you caught more flies with honey and there was no reason why his stubborn brother would be any different.

Part XXXIII coming soon…
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