Deadly Temptation

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


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Lancaster, Pennsylvania 9PM

“You are fucking unbelievable Dean,” Sam began. “I tell you one of my fantasies and you insult it and critique it instead of acting maturely about it.”

“What do you want me to do, get pissed, hit you, and storm out?” Dean calmly asked. “Do you really think you told me something that I already didn’t suspect?” Dean got up from the bed and grabbed his jacket and cell phone, “Sam, nothing in your dream shocked me or terrified me because I already knew you were having those kinds of thoughts about me.”

Sam watched as Dean slipped on his leather jacket obviously preparing to leave, “Then why are you leaving me?”

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam’s drama, “Don’t be so fucking melodramatic Sam. I’m just stepping outside to grab a few guns and some rock salt so I can get them cleaned and ready for the hunt.”

Sam let out a sigh of relief, “You’re not pissed at me then?”

“Why should I be? You can’t help what you feel or desire, and as long as you understand that I’m never going to be your bitch or your slut, then this will all work out.”

“And if I can’t understand that?” Sam hesitantly asked.

“Then I suggest you go back to Stanford and leave me the fuck alone,” Dean replied before stepping out of the room towards the car.

Sam watched as Dean left the room filled with uncertainty, and he wanted nothing more than to take Dean in his arms and force his brother to submit to his apparent desires, but he knew that Dean was not yet ready to face the truth. Dean was obviously confused, and Sam blamed Christian and Dmitry for creating the chaos in Dean’s mind. Sam ignored the fact that the vampires had messed with his head as well and he felt confident that the lust he felt for Dean had always been inside his mind; it had just always been buried under an avalanche of repressed feelings.

What filled Sam with uncertainty was his tendency to dominate Dean and demand complete control in his sexual fantasies. Sam wasn’t sure if the need to control Dean stemmed from Christian’s manipulation or if it came from his need to show Dean that he was all grown up and didn’t need his big brother taking care of him anymore. Perhaps, Sam needed to show Dean that his little brother was not only the superior intellect of the family but also the superior physical force. Dean had always strutted around confident that he could kick little Sammy’s ass, but now maybe it was time to show Dean that his delusions of grandeur and superiority were misguided.

“I don’t know what to fucking think anymore,” Sam growled in frustration. Sam knew that forcing Dean into a submissive role was wrong, but he couldn’t stop the powerful spikes of lust he felt when he imagined Dean on his back or on his knees begging to be claimed and used. “You are the most fucked up individual I have ever known Sam Winchester,” Sam berated himself while standing in front of the bathroom mirror. “How could you want this from Dean? You love him, remember?”

Sam’s stomach clenched in disgust at the memory of the fantasy he had revealed to Dean only moments earlier.

Sam crammed his leaking prick into Dean’s wanton mouth, “Want me to gag you on it, don’t you?” Sam used the collar to hold Dean’s head in place as he slammed in and out of his brother’s hot mouth. “You’re such an eager little bitch always begging for something shoved inside your mouth and ass…you want to get it all wet so I can slide inside that tight fuck-hole of yours.” Sam pumped viciously hard into Dean’s mouth loving the choking sounds coming from the slut’s mouth, “Nasty little slut wants to swallow me whole; wants this cock all to himself.” Sam smiled when he heard Dean gagging struggling for breath and pulled his dick out of Dean’s mouth noting the spit dripping from his brother’s chin. “What’s the matter bitch; too much for you?”

“No,” Dean replied. “Give me more…I’m so hungry for you baby.”

Sam released Dean’s collar and grabbed the leash again, “As much as I would like to cum down your throat, I would rather see my cum leaking out of your asshole.” Sam pulled on the leash and dragged Dean across the hardwood floor onto a large throw rug that laid in the middle of the floor, “Get on your back and spread those legs for me…show me that sweet hole.”

With shaking hands, Sam turned on the water and rinsed off his face with cold water, “You are one sick fuck…that’s not how you treat someone you love.” Sam held onto the countertop tightly and stared in revulsion at the reflection that stared back. His mind ran through his most frightening fantasy he had about his brother and felt the fires of self-hatred and guilt consuming him.

He pushed his own jeans down to his knees, slicked his long thick cock with spit, lined up his cock with Dean’s asshole and began pushing in, “This is going to hurt like hell in this position but you don’t really leave me a whole lot of choice.”

Because Sam was straddling his body, Dean was able to slightly lift his hips off the floor in an attempt to make Sam’s entry a little easier, but it still hurt like a bitch as his own brother pushed inside his resisting walls. Dean bit down on his lips struggling to keep his mouth closed as Sam had ordered, and he closed his eyes as the pain shot through his body in waves.

Sam’s dick was also aching in pain while he tried to bulldoze himself inside Dean’s resistant body. He wanted a better position, but he couldn’t trust Dean not to take advantage, “Open up for me you stupid bitch!”

“I’m trying you fucking sadist!” Dean exclaimed. “Maybe if you would actually take my jeans off I would be able to spread my legs.”

Sam stilled and he sighed heavily, “Can’t you even let me fuck you without ordering me around?”

“You’re fucking splitting my ass in two Sam,” Dean began. “I’ll let you fuck me if that’s what you want but do it right.”

“I knew you were hot for me,” Sam smiled as he shoved in hard inside Dean’s dry passage.

“Fuck!” Dean screamed. “You’re fucking hurting me!”

“That’s the idea Dean,” Sam laughed as he pushed in farther into Dean’s body. “I have to show you that you don’t control me.”

Dean was having problems breathing from both Sam’s weight on his neck and the searing pain caused by the steel-hard prick tearing him in two, “God please…Sam, I love you…please don’t do this to me.”

Sam closed his eyes as he finally found himself buried to the hilt inside Dean’s tight body, “I love you too Dean, but this isn’t about love.” He pulled almost all the way out and saw a light coating of blood on his dick and snickered, “This is about me gaining control and you losing it.” Sam slammed back inside the torn passage enjoying every grunt of pain he heard coming out of Dean’s mouth.

Without thinking, Sam slammed his fist into the bathroom door grimacing in pain, “When the fuck did you become a rapist?” He slammed his fist into the door again giving him much deserved pain, “He’s your flesh and blood you fucking idiot!” Sam clutched his aching hand to his chest and made himself over towards the laptop, “I’m going to need so much therapy when this all over with.” Sam carefully stretched out his fingers on his sore hand convinced that he hadn’t broken any of the bones and sat down at the computer. He began researching vampire lore for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last three months, “There has to be away to stop you if you come after us again…I won’t let you take him away from me again.”

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Darkness surrounded the figure in black as he watched the mortal talking to the younger woman. Dean had lost some weight in recent weeks, but the human still looked breathtakingly beautiful. The younger woman, as pretty as she was with her frail and fragile frame, was a pale comparison to the golden boy standing beside her. The vampire stood in the darkness watching as the human made conversation with the woman obviously uncomfortable with her presence. “You feel like her, don’t you?” The vampire whispered licking his cool lips in anticipation of feeling Dean’s lips on his mouth again, “You sympathize with the little whore.”

The immortal watched as the teenager walked up to room nineteen and let herself be drawn inside by her paying customer not feeling any pity for the woman as she was pulled in deeper into the world of prostitution and self-desecration. Instead, he watched as Dean refocused his attention back to the trunk of the Impala grabbing weapons for the hunt noticing that Dean’s posture was tense and uncomfortable, “You’re scared of the night, aren’t you my little hunter?” The vampire smiled at the ironic twist, “A hunter who’s afraid of the darkness…how will you be successful if you can’t kill your own fears?”

The vampire pulled out his phone and slipped further into the darkness behind the stinky dumpster ignoring filth and grudge of the motel trash. He watched in earnest as the human answered the phone.

“What is it Francis?” the human asked in frustration.

“Hello Dean,” a deep voice purred.

Dean stood frozen in panic as his mind registered the familiar voice, “Who is this?”

The sultry voice playfully laughed, “Don’t even try that my little hunter…you know who this is, and I will soon be coming to collect what is rightfully mine.”

“That’s impossible,” Dean barely whispered into the phone not believing his ears.

“Why is that?”

“He said he would punish you,” Dean explained. “Lock you away from the world.”

“And who said that he didn’t,” Christian purred loving the sound of panic in Dean’s voice. “He did as he promised but apparently Sicily didn’t agree with his choice of punishment.”

Dean arched his brows in surprise, “She helped you, even after what you did to her?”

“You’d be surprised what Sicily would do for me,” Christian began. “We have a very close relationship and would do anything for each other…just like you would do anything for your brother and father.”

“Leave them out of this,” Dean snapped grabbing his Glock and a machete from the trunk. “This is between you and me.”

“I don’t think so my little hunter,” Christian hinted. “Your family will die and I will have you one way or the other.”

“And if I won’t come willingly,” Dean hesitantly asked.

“Do you really have to ask that?”

“Haven’t you hurt me enough?” Dean whimpered.

Christian gripped the phone in fury, “I’m just getting started with you Dean…you were taken away from me by my own Sire. You have torn my family apart and now its time for me to return the favor.”

Dean slammed the trunk in anger, “That’s it! I’ve had enough of you and your fucking family!”

“Excuse me?” Christian asked surprised at Dean’s tone.

“You’ve made my life a living hell for months,” Dean began feeling an unexpected wave of rage building up inside. “You’ve fucked with my head; made me believe that I wanted you…that I wanted to spend eternity with you.”

“But you do Dean,” Christian reassured the irate human. “One day we’ll look back on all of this fondly and…”

“Fondly, are you fucking kidding me here?” Dean barked into the phone. “You really are out of your fucking mind!”

“Language Dean,” Christian warned. “It’s only been three weeks and you are already forgetting your training.”

“Fuck you and your training,” Dean snarled. “I’m not your dog or your toy, and you can shove your whole Bela Logosi façade up your undead ass!”

Christian couldn’t help but to snicker in amusement, “So the little puppy has learned to bark…have you learned how to bite too?”

“Come around me or my family again and you’ll find out just hard I can bite,” Dean warned walking back towards the motel room.

“I’m terrified,” Christian smiled. “I just hope you can stop me before I rip out little Sammy’s entrails with my bare hands and shove them all bloody and piping hot down your father’s throat.”

Dean reached for the motel door knob, “You know, you really should write a children’s book. You have a real knack for creating gory visuals.”

Christian seductively laughed, “Just wait and see what I do to you.”

Dean opened the motel door and looked at Sam who was sitting at the table pecking away at the laptop. “That’s original…I’m going to let you go now so I can hide under the bed in fear.”

“You do that Dean,” Christian grinned licking his lips. “Oh, and by the way…good luck on your phantom hunt tonight.”

Dean swallowed nervously feeling his courage slowly dissipating and looked back out into the parking lot for the familiar figure in black, “I feel so much better now that I know you’ll by watching my back tonight.”

“Can’t wait to beat this insolent attitude out of you,” the vampire warned.

“Dean, who is it?” Sam asked standing up in concern ignoring the pain in his hand. “Who are you talking to?”

“Is that your troublesome brother I hear?” Christian teased stepping out from behind the dumpster just as Dean closed the door. “Do tell him hello for me.”

Sam walked over towards Dean recognizing a mixture of anger and genuine fear on his brother’s face, “Give me the phone Dean.”

Dean clutched the phone tighter, “I’ll be sure to do that, and you need to keep yourself safe because I’d hate for something to happen to you before I have a chance to get my hands on you.”

“I’m looking forward to it my little hunter,” Christian replied walking over towards Dean’s car enjoying the danger of being caught. “I’ll be waiting for you Dean. You might not want to go out into the dark alone.” Christian ran his hand lovingly along the trunk of the car appreciating the cool smooth feel of the metal on his fingertips, “We both know how much you fear the darkness, don’t we?”

Dean felt sick to his stomach with the idea that his nightmare might never end, but he refused to back down from Christian’s threat, “And I have you to thank for that but I will be returning the favor. I promise you that.”

Sam watched as Dean tossed the machete on the bed and disconnected from the mystery caller, “What the hell was that all about? Who was that?”

“I’ll give you a hint…his name sounds like Christmas and his breath smells like raw meat,” Dean quickly replied tossing his leather jacket on the bed.

“What? Please tell me that wasn’t Christian,” Sam begged. “Please tell me that Dmitry is the only one we have to worry about.”

“Apparently, the vampire bitch freed Christian and now he’s back hoping to hook up with me again,” Dean replied. “You know how I said that was confused about what to do with Christian?” Dean asked.

“You mean how part of you wants to see him destroyed and the other part of you wants to run back to him?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, well…scratch that, I now know for certain that I want the blood-sucking asshole wiped off the face of the Earth,” Dean informed his younger brother. “And I know just how to do it.”

Sam stared at his brother in confusion, “But he survived the silver bullets and we can’t seem to get a clear shot with the whole stake in the heart thing; assuming that would actually work on him.”

Dean sat on the bed and began taking apart his Glock, “Trust me Sammy…I know exactly what needs to be done.”

Sam watched as his brother expertly took the gun apart and began cleaning the weapon, “You going to give me a heads up?”

“Silver will work on him,” Dean replied looking up at his brother. “You just have to know where to put it.”

Sam slowly smiled in understanding, “Will it kill him?”

“Not sure, but it will incapacitate him giving us enough time to do what needs to be done,” Dean hinted.

“And what exactly is that?” Sam asked intrigued with his brother’s plan.

Dean reached back and stoked the blade of the machete, “Let’s just say it involves a lot of blood,” Dean smirked.

“And why this sudden change, why are you suddenly not confused with what to do to him?” Sam asked concerned with Dean’s sudden mood swing.

Dean looked back down at the silver gun in his hand, “When I heard his voice for the first time in nearly a month, it made me furious, and then he started threatening you and Dad.” Dean shook his head, “I just couldn’t justify it to myself anymore.”

“Justify what?” Sam asked.

“Justify defending him,” Dean admitted. “I protected him from you and look where it got me.”

“He manipulated you Dean. You couldn’t control what he did to you.”

Dean reached inside his jeans pocket pulling out several silver bullets, “Well, its time for me to take back control, don’t you think?”

Sam watched as his brother replaced the bullets inside the gun’s clip with the silver bullets, “You’re serious about this? You’re really going to kill him?”

Dean looked up at Sam, “When have you ever known me to kid about a hunt?”

“Never,” Sam answered. “Since you’re going all vigilante on me, do you think it would be possible for me to take a shot at him too?”

“You already had your shot Sam,” Dean replied shaking his head. “It’s time for me to finish this…I need to do this.”

“So, I’m supposed to watch you fight him and not help at all?”

“You can trip him or something,” Dean smiled recalling his own behavior in New Chester when Sam was destroying several vampires without his direct help.

Sam rolled his eyes, “Well as long as I can be of some use.”

“Wouldn’t want you feeling helpless, “Dean smirked popping in the clip. “Sam…he knew about the phantom we’re hunting.”

Sam’s brow arched in surprise, “You think he’s here in Lancaster?”

“How else would he know about the gig?” Dean inquired.

“So, we’re going out there in the dark, let him stalk us, and give him a chance to grab you?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“Basically,” Dean quickly replied.

“And what if his family is with him?”

“There not,” Dean answered confidently.

“How do you know that?”

“I just do,” Dean confidently replied.

“Sicily could be with him,” Sam began. “She did let him out so it would make sense to bring her along.”

“Dmitry would never let her live after what she’s done,” Dean explained while standing up. He placed the Glock in the back of his pants, “And he’ll be out to get his hands on Christian as well. If we play our cards right Dmitry might just do our job for us.”

Sam smiled in understanding, “And all we have to do is take Dmitry out afterwards.”

“Exactly,” Dean grinned. “Of course, if Christian catches up with us before Dmitry does, we’ll have to be prepared to take him out.”

“Won’t hurt my feelings any,” Sam sneered. “I’d love watching you waste his skinny undead ass.”

Dean looked at Sam noticing that his hand was slightly swollen and he suspected that a certain door or wall was feeling the pain of Sam’s assault as well. “Why you so anxious to see him destroyed? Mad because of what he did to me or jealous of what he had with me?”

Sam resented the question but decided that it was best to answer, “I suppose that it’s a little of both.”

Dean nodded in understanding, “Did you do that to your hand because you’re angry with me?”

Sam looked down at his swollen hand, “I was mad at myself actually. Mad because I can’t seem to get a handle on my feelings and thoughts.” Sam stepped closer to his brother, “I want you so fucking bad but I know that you’re not ready for that, and yet I keep driving myself crazy thinking about touching you and kissing you.”

“And dominating me,” Dean sadly added.

“That too,” Sam shamefully replied. “I crave you…you’re all I can thing about.”

Dean stepped backwards away from his approaching brother and felt the motel door on his back, “Well, sometimes I crave a New York Strip, but you don’t ever see me actually eating one.”

Sam grinned as his brother’s apparent nervousness, “That’s only because you’re too cheap to spend your hard earned money on one.” Sam stood in front of Dean almost touching, “Me on the other hand, if I want something I get it regardless of the cost.”

Dean felt his heart thumping in his chest and he felt slightly dizzy as he looked at his brother’s lips, “Sam, you can’t have me.”

Sam leaned in slightly and placed his lips nearly on top of Dean’s pouty mouth, “Of course I can. You just have to say yes.”

“But I don’t want…” Dean began but was interrupted by Sam’s lips touching his own. The kiss was light and non-threatening but Dean refused to respond to Sam’s invitation.

Sam kissed and licked Dean’s lips lightly hoping that Dean would open his mouth inviting Sam inside but it became quickly apparent that Dean was brushing off his kiss so he reluctantly withdrew from his brother’s sinful mouth. “I’m sorry Dean. I thought you might change your mind if you gave me a chance.”

Dean pushed Sam away and stepped away from the door, “Well, you thought wrong Sam.”

Sam watched as Dean sat down on his bed and sighed in defeat, “I’m an asshole, alright? I never should have tried anything.”

“You’re not going to hear any arguments from me,” Dean replied picking up the machete.

“Whatever,” Sam growled sitting back down at the laptop. “We have a couple of hours before we can leave for the phantom hunt so I’m going to research more about vampire lore.”

Dean placed the machete on the nightstand and laid back onto the bed, “I’m going to get a couple of hours of sleep. Wake me up at midnight.”

“Sure,” Sam replied striking the computer’s keyboard harder than necessary. “Get all the sleep you need. I’ll just sit here for the next three hours researching away.”

“It’s what you do best Sam,” Dean mumbled as he closed his eyes and turned over onto his side trying to forget the feeling of Sam’s lips on his own but it wasn’t an easy thing to do.

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Lancaster, Pennsylvania-11 PM

She tucked the fifty dollar bill into her boot as she headed out of room nineteen. The guy had been a real slum bag calling her filthy degrading names and making her beg on her knees for his cock like a bitch in heat. She was only seventeen and yet she had already seen all the darkness and perversion that men were capable of and she wanted nothing more than to escape from her miserable existence. She walked though the dark parking lot towards the small diner that sat adjacent to the motel and a truck stop. She would grab a small bite to eat and hopefully hitch a ride to the next town with a trucker; rather than going home where her stepfather would hopefully be passed out drunk rather than awake waiting for his little girl to ride him into fulfillment.

“I could end your misery for you,” a voice called from the darkness.

The girl stopped in her tracks and looked around for the owner of the voice but some nothing. She began walking faster towards the safety of the diner which was a few hundred yards away across the unlit parking lot.

“Isn’t that what you want whore?” the voice asked as it silently stalked her.

“Leave me alone!” she cried as she began running towards the diner.

“Now why would I do that?” Christian laughed as he grabbed the girl’s neck from behind. “I got plans for you bitch.” Without delay, the vampire tore into the tender flesh of the girl’s neck and sucked her dry enjoying the sensation of the girl’s hot blood pulsating down his throat and filling his veins with her youthful essence. It wasn’t long before the girl was dead in his arms, and he tossed the corpse over his shoulder, “At least now you’re out if your misery.”


Part XXXV coming soon…
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