Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part XXXVI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Christian makes an offer
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 XXXVI 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 are in italics.


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Lancaster, Pennyslavania-11 PM

Dean sat on the bed underneath the thin bedcover dressed in grey boxer-briefs and a black t-shirt listening as Sam started the shower up in the bathroom. His back sat propped up against the headboard as he held his cell phone in his hand. He stared at the caller ID and at the number from which Christian had called the night before and speculated if the vampire was close. He wondered if Christian had watched as he and Sam had burnt the dead girl’s remains in a secluded forested area fifty miles north of the motel.

Dean hesitantly ran his finger over the call key summoning up the nerve to call his tormentor wishing that he could some how end all his suffering and pain with one phone call. He listened as the call connected, heard two quick rings, and only silence as the other party answered. “Surprised to hear from me?” Dean tentatively asked.

“No,” Christian purred. “I knew you would call me once you got my little gift.”

Dean felt anger surging through his veins, “You didn’t have to kill her? She didn’t do anything to you?”

“Of course she did,” Christian responded. “She talked to you.”

“Lots of people talk to me,” Dean reasoned. “Are you planning on killing everybody I come in contact with?”

“Perhaps,” Christian hinted. “Or perhaps, I will have you kill them once I turn you into one of us.”

Dean’s shouldered slumped in misery. “What will it take?” Dean asked in apparent defeat. “What will it take for you to end this game and spare my family’s life?”

“It’s a bit too late for that my little hunter,” Christian warned. “You have betrayed me for the last time and your family will pay the ultimate price.”

“But I didn’t betray you,” Dean reasoned. “Dmitry took you away from me. He’s the reason why we’re not together.”

Christian pondered over Dean’s statement as he ran his hand over the cool glass of Dean’s motel room window. “I suppose he did do that, didn’t he? But you didn’t try to stop him from hurting me.”

Dean’s brows arched in disbelief, “What was I to do to stop him? I had no weapon, no way to fight him, no…”

“You love Dmitry, don’t you,” Christian interrupted. “You were glad that I was out of the picture and if your family had not been there to take you away from him you would have willingly become his Childe.”

Dean could hear a faint scratching on the window and involuntarily shivered in fear, “That’s not true.” Dean watched the window and the door handle wearily, “Where are you exactly?”

Christian ran his long smooth nails along the window and grinned, “I think you already know that. Would you like to join me? It’s a lovely night out.”

Dean reached onto the nightstand, grabbed his Glock, and nestled it onto his lap, “I appreciate the offer but I’d rather watch a rerun of that `70s Show if that’s alright with you.”

“I could come in and visit if you’d like,” Christian teased ignoring Dean’s attempt at humor. “Little Sammy is in the shower and you’re all alone just dying for some company, aren’t you?”

Dean could hear the vampire turning the door knob and aimed the gun at the door, “Are you really that stupid? You honestly think that I would sit here and let you walk through that door?”

“We both know that I could be through this door and taking my fill of you before you even have a chance to shoot once,” Christian confidently replied. “Speaking of taking one’s fill, did you like having your little brother humping your leg last night?”

Dean gripped the gun tightly in aggravation, “How the hell do you know about that?”

“I stood right here last night and listened,” Christian sneered. “I have to say that I was disappointed that he didn’t take more from you. I thought I taught him better than that.”

“Leave Sam the fuck out of this,” Dean exclaimed. “Stop messing with his head!”

“Come to me willingly, on your knees begging, and I might consider letting Sammy go free,” Christian offered.

“And my dad?”

“If you cooperate, are a well-behaved Childe, I will leave John alone as well,” Christian answered.

“Well-behaved?” Dean asked in concern. “You mean like no cussing, no sarcastic remarks, no riling you up in an attempt to have fun?”

Christian’s hand stilled on the door handle, “Of course not because that is part of your allure, but I will expect you to obey me, to let me take care of you, and to offer yourself to me nightly.”

“So, I have to be your whore?”

“Whore is such a derogatory word…but essentially that is what you would be,” the vampire smirked.

“Would I have to kill people?” Dean despairingly asked.

“Only if you wish to live to serve me,” Christian snapped. “And if you choose to kill yourself after I create you, I will hunt your family down and torment them to death.”

Dean lowered the gun and sighed heavily, “Could I have some time to think about your offer before you kill anyone else?”

“I’ll give you tonight to think about what it is you are willing to offer me, but if I have to chase you down to claim you, I will kill Sam,” Christian coldly promised. “Now, why don’t you get some sleep Dean? You look so tired Precious.”

Dean heard the other line disconnect before he had a chance to respond. He sluggishly placed the gun and phone on the nightstand and slid down into the bed pulling the covers up to caress his body in warmth. Before long, he felt his eyes growing heavy, and he allowed himself to fall into a deep dream-filled sleep.

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Dean walked across the darkened abandoned parking lot noting the smell of stagnant water and stench around him. He didn’t recognize any of his surroundings but he did get a distinct impression of being watched from the darkness. He walked quickly to the entrance of the old and decrepit building pulling hard on the heavy sliding door half expecting something to jump out at him, but only dust and mildew assaulted his senses. He turned on his flashlight, took one last look at the parking lot, and turned to walk down the long dark hallway that awaited him.

“Dean,” a voice whispered from behind.

Dean turned quickly looking for the source of the voice but saw nothing. He could hear and feel the crunch of broken glass underneath his feet as he continued down the hall walking further into the oppressive veil of darkness.

“Dean,” the voice whispered from up above.

Dean stopped in his tracks, pointed the flashlight towards the ceiling, and looked upwards only to find nothing. “Cut that shit out,” he mumbled to himself. “I hate it when you spirits play this game.” He continued walking trying to ignore the fact that the hair on the back of his neck was standing on edge and that his heart was racing in nervousness.

“Dean,” the voice barked loudly as Dean felt a cool hand on his shoulder.

Dean nearly dropped the flashlight in surprise but managed to regain his composure when he saw no hand on his shoulder, “What the hell do you want? Why are you haunting this place?”

“I want you,” the voice tenderly murmured into Dean’s ear.

“Well, get in line,” Dean replied yanking his ear away from the invisible presence. “What did you do to Sam? Where is he?”

“Join me and I’ll take you to him,” the hidden entity offered.

“Show yourself and I’ll think about it, “Dean smugly countered. Dean waited for a response and when none came he continued his journey down the hall in search of his missing brother passing several closed and locked doors. He hadn’t gone ten feet when he heard the loud bang of the sliding door slamming shut behind him and involuntarily jumped, “Perfect. Damn you Sam if I find you I am so going to kick your ass for this shit.”

“I highly doubt that,” the voice boomed loudly as Dean felt a cold hand wrap tightly around his throat and squeeze. “I told you if I had to chase you down I would kill Sammy and I meant it.” Dean looked out through his peripheral vision and saw that Christian had him by the neck and began panicking. Christian bent Dean’s neck forcibly to the side. “Should have come to me willingly when you had the chance.”

Dean screamed in pain as Christian bit down into his throat with his sharp piercing fangs; yet felt his treasonous cock swelling from the erotic sensation of the vampire feeding. He heard himself moaning in pleasure as Christian wrapped his arm around his waist and rubbed his large hand across Dean’s throbbing member encouraging him to completion.

Christian pulled away from Dean’s neck and licked softly at the drops of precious fluid that remained, “You like that don’t you? You like me taking my fill from you, don’t you?” Dean pushed his groin further into Christian’s hand demanding more stimulation. “You taste so good Dean,” Christian complimented as he carefully bit back down into the human’s flesh determined to take the boy’s life before giving vampire life back to him. Christian unzipped Dean’s pants, slipped his hand inside, and began to stroke Dean’s weeping cock with his strong firm hand. It didn’t take long before he felt the hot milky fluid squirting onto his hand and smiled tenderly as Dean’s body began weakening; the pull of death just seconds away.

Christian pulled his hand out of Dean’s jeans, allowed the body to collapse onto the floor, and licked at the quickly cooling liquid on his hand, “Should have taken me up on my offer and little Sammy would have been left behind.” Christian looked down at the nearly lifeless body on the floor and thought about leaving Dean to die in peace, but he had sacrificed so much for the mortal, and leaving without his prize would simply be unacceptable. He bent down, picked up Dean’s body, and smiled tenderly at the pale face before him, “You are going to make such a beautiful vampire…I will be envied by all.”

Dean arched up in erotic bliss as he felt the orgasm ripped from his body as it was in his frightening dream. He felt a warm hand caressing him bringing him over the edge and moaned loudly as his felt the hot fluid pulsating out of his satisfied prick. Dean smiled in pleasure for a few seconds before suddenly realizing that Christian’s cool hand had been replaced with a warm hand. Dean snapped open his eyes only to find Sam looming over his bed with a hand coated in what looked to be semen.

“Dean, this isn’t what it looks like,” Sam reasoned backing away quickly from Dean’s bed.

Dean looked down and saw that his shirt had been pushed up and his boxers had been pulled down, “Oh really, then what exactly is on your hand?”

“It’s…it’s, umm…well, you see, it’s…wow,” Sam laughed uncomfortably. “I guess it is what it looks like.”

Dean pulled his boxers up and pushed his shirt back down, “You molested me in my sleep?”

“You were having a dream and it was obvious that you needed a hand,” Sam defended. “And who I am not to help out my big brother?”

Part of Dean wanted to kill Sam with his bare hands for daring to touch him while another part of him was impressed that Sam had the guts to pull off such a daring stunt. “You honestly think that what you did just now was an act of kindness, don’t you?”

“Dean, I admit that it was presumptuous of me to jerk you off, but I owed you for last night,” Sam argued. “And I couldn’t resist watching you in bed moaning like that, sorry.”

Dean looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was nearly two in the morning and yawned, “I’m tried, I’m pissed, and I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“That’s cool,” Sam replied filled with unconcealed relief. “Let’s get some sleep so we can get an early start in the morning.”

Dean peevishly flipped over on his belly and turned his head away from his brother, “Oh, and Sam…try that stunt again and you’ll be walking away with a stump hand.”

Sam shook his head in amusement and went into the bathroom to wash up. He turned on the water, looked into the mirror to confirm that Dean was still in the bed, and secretly licked at the now cold sticky cum on his hand rather than washing it off. “And I bet you’ll be begging for it next time Dean.”

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Charleston, South Carolina-Three days later

“Yeah, all is good Dad,” Dean absently replied to the phone while he drove into Charleston. “We just got into Charleston to investigate the abandoned Veteran’s Hospital you text messaged us about.”

“Dean, this place has swallowed up three women and four men in the last four years. You two need to be very careful,” John explained to his eldest.

“And by swallow you mean they’ve disappeared and have never been seen again, right?” Dean asked hesitantly.
“Why the hell were they in an abandoned VA Hospital anyway?”

“Stupid people and their dares,” John began. “You know how gullible people can be if they think they can see ghosts or something unexplainable”

“Even more so thanks to the Ghost Hunters,” Dean frowned. “Those two make ghost hunting look like an adventure but people have no idea how dangerous it can really be.”

“You’re just jealous because we don’t have our own television show,” Sam grinned from the passenger side of the Impala.

“True, but still, those two haven’t made our job any easier,” Dean sneered. “We’re still meeting you in Phoenix in a week, right?”

“Yeah,” John replied turning left onto Highway 50 towards Carson City. “I’m going to do some catching up with Derek and refill my ammo.”

Dean smiled affectingly at the mention of Derek’s name, “You tell him he still owes me forty bucks for kicking his ass in pool.”

“I will,” John grinned fondly in memory of Dean’s pool playing ability. He saw the sign for Carson City and took the fork to the left, “Are you sure everything is okay there with you and Sam?”

Dean took a quick glance at his brother and shrugged, “As well as can be expected.”

“Is he pressuring you into anything?” John asked in trepidation. “Is he comforting you or making it worse?”

“I’m getting better, honestly…just stop worrying about me,” Dean replied trying to avoid his father’s question.

John gripped the steering wheel of his truck tightly, “Dean, answer the question. Is Sam behaving himself?”

“Yes,” Dean involuntarily whispered not wanting to reveal the truth to his father. “We’re going to take care of this thing in Charleston then we’ll head towards Phoenix.”

John could hear denial dripping from Dean’s voice, “Maybe you should drop Charleston and head over towards Derek’s place in Carson City.”

Dean drove along the Grace Memorial Bridge over Charleston Bay admiring the view of the Harbor, “Dad, I promise you that everything is fine. I wouldn’t lie to you if I needed you. We’ll do this gig here and then head over towards Phoenix in a couple of days.”

Against his better judgment, John dropped his concerns, “Okay Dean. Just take care of yourself.”

“I will,” Dean replied before ending the call and placing the phone back into his jacket pocket. He stared out into the late afternoon Charleston traffic wishing that for once he was visiting a city to tour the sites not to kill an evil bitch that was snatching people away from their family and loved ones.

“Is it just me or is Dad getting worse each day?” Sam asked.

“What do you mean?” Dean asked nonchalantly.

“I mean, it seems like he trusts me less which each passing day,” Sam tensely replied. “And why the hell are we not telling him about Christian’s return and the dead prostitute in Lancaster?”

“He doesn’t trust you around me period,” Dean argued. “He thinks that you’re screwed up in the head and incapable of making the right choice in regards to me, and I’m beginning to think that he might be right.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam snapped. “If that’s true then why did he let me come with you?”

“Because he knew that I needed to be back on the road but he didn’t want me going alone,” Dean replied driving slowly on Highway 17 towards the VA Hospital. “You two need to talk this shit over and leave me the fuck out of it. I got too much going on already and I don’t want to add yours and Dad’s drama to my already full plate.”

Sam could fell his nostrils flaring in anger but he reluctantly pushed it aside for the time being, “And why didn’t you tell him about Christian and the girl?”

Dean shrugged, “I don’t want him risking his life or worrying about me anymore than he already has.”

“Yeah, because he won’t be worried or upset when Christian gets his hands on you and turns you into a blood-thirsty monster,” Sam replied in disgust. “You’re not the only one in danger here Dean, remember?”

Dean ignored Sam’s question and drove on in silence half listening to the sounds of Bad Company coming from the radio wondering if Christian would leave his family safe if he went willingly to the vampire. Would it be possible that the vampire would ignore his desire for revenge and leave Sam and John alone? Dean placed his hand inside his jacket pocket rubbing his hand over the cell phone thinking of the last conversation he had with the vamp. He knew that Christian’s number was stored in the memory of the phone under ‘asshole’ and not for the first time in three days thought about calling the immortal and offering his self up for the taking. Dean was tired of the running, of the hiding, and most importantly, he was tired of the guilt he felt for placing his family in harm’s way.

Sam huffed and puffed trying to get his stubborn brother’s attention but to no avail. Sam looked on at the wet roads wondering if Christian would be in Charleston waiting to make his move. He wasn’t sure how Christian had been able to find them in Lancaster, but he suspected that it had something to do with the mental connection the vamp had formed with Dean, and he also knew that Christian had formed a blood-bond with Dean when he drained his brother nearly dry in Idaho.

“And that is the question of the day,” Sam mumbled to himself.

“What’s the question?” Dean asked confused with Sam’s inquisitive tone.

“How do you break a blood-bond with a vampire and a human?” Sam posed. “How do we stop this bastard from finding us?”

“Simple,” Dean lazily shrugged. “You kill either the vamp or the human, and I’m leaning towards killing the immortal that has done nothing but terrorize me and my family for over three months.”

“Glad to know we’re on the same page,” Sam replied concerned with his brother’s apparent attempt at hiding his true feelings. “Dean…we are on the same page here, right? You do still plan on trapping him?”

“Of course,” Dean half-heartingly responded. “I’ll bait him, kill him, and spread his ashes clear across this country so that bitch won’t stand a chance of resurrecting him again.”

Sam looked doubtfully at his brother, “Really, you’re not thinking about calling him and handing yourself over if he leaves me and Dad alone?”

“Dude,” Dean falsely grinned wondering if Sam’s powers had suddenly given him the ability to read minds. “I like being the hero and all, but I’m not going to make that kind of sacrifice for you guys. I’ll stick to the plan”

“It wouldn’t be the first time you offered yourself to save us,” Sam reminded his brother. “And I recall that Christian wasn’t interested in your offer. He wants you and our blood on his hands.”

“Lips,” Dean corrected. “He wants your blood on his lips and in his mouth.”

Sam involuntarily shuddered when he thought of the life-ending attack Christian would deliver. He watched the soft rain falling onto the windshield and the numerous brake lights up ahead trying to maneuver through the rain. “So, what do think is going on at this VA Hospital?”

“Something or someone has been making several people disappear,” Dean explained. “It could be supernatural or it could be human. Did you find anything in your research?”

“It was closed down in 1979 when the newer Ralph A. Johnson facility was opened,” Sam began. “The Westchester Hospital was opened in 1934 and saw thousands of injured vets over the years; including the ones from World War II and Vietnam.”

“Everybody forgets Korea,” Dean retorted. “I guess they don’t call it the forgotten war for nothing.”

Sam stared at his brother in disbelief wondering when Dean had cared enough to learn about the Korean War, “Sorry I didn’t mean to leave it out…Anyway, I could imagine that there are quite a few angry spirits about with the way some say our men were treated in Vet Hospitals in the past.”

“Especially Vietnam,” Dean added.

“And you know this how?” Sam countered.

“Dude, I saw Born on the Fourth of July, remember?”

“That was Oliver Stone’s perspective,” Sam began. “And you know how he portrays Vietnam.”

“Well, according to Dad, there’s some truth to it and that’s enough for me,” Dean snapped stopping once again for the heavy traffic.

Sam knew better than to argue with Dean over Dad’s words and pressed on steering away from Vietnam, “So, we could be dealing with an avenging spirit?”

“Why take trespassers, what’s to gain from that?” Dean asked. “You’d think it would want to hurt only doctors and nurses if it was out for revenge.”

“Demon then,” Sam offered.

“Anything’s possible I suppose, “Dean replied filled with doubt. “Or, we could be dealing with a sick human who gets off killing. It wouldn’t be the first time we ran into crazy assholes that snatch people from thin air and torture them for fun.”

“Don’t remind me,” Sam sighed heavily. “I guess we check it out, run some EMF, look for sulfur…”

“Signs of Hannibal Lecter,” Dean interrupted.

“That too,” Sam grinned sadly. A moment of uncomfortable silence fell as the Impala inched across the harbor bridge, “Do you think he’ll show up here?”

“Who,” Dean asked. “Hannibal?”

Sam amusingly snickered. “No…I was thinking more on the lines of tall, dark, and undead.”

“Oh, that one,” Dean responded nervously. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he made an appearance. If he’s not anything he’s persistent.”

“He’ll stop at nothing to get you,” Sam observed. “He’s obsessed and making mistakes.”

“And he’s not the only one, is he?” Dean asked looking over at Sam.

Sam took a hard swallow before responding to the accusation, “I may be a bit zealous in my attraction for you, but I’m not obsessed or I would be pressuring you harder.”

Dean shook his head dismayed that Sam would try to lie about his feelings. “Whatever you say Sammy.”

“I mean it Dean,” Sam argued. “I want you but I’m not willing to force you or lose sleep over you.”

“Now that’s a bare-faced lie,” Dean contested. “I hear you at night dreaming about me and they’re not those head splitting visions you get either.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, “Sam blushed

“Yes you do,” Dean wearily countered. “You sound like you’re making a porn movie in your dreams and I’m the star of the show.”

“I do not,” Sam defensively replied. “You’re exaggerating.”

“Am I?”

“Yes you are,” Sam disputed.

“So, you don’t dream about me?” Dean asked. “Then who are you getting all hot and bothered over, Latino lesbians?”

Sam shook his head in embarrassment, “You are so evil Dean….I admit that I might have had a dream or two about you.”

“A dream or two,” Dean asked knowing otherwise. “More like fifty dreams and that’s not counting the dream you already told me about with me and a leather collar, and let’s not forget the other night when you molested me in my sleep”

Sam ran his hands nervously up and down his thighs trying to will away the hardening he felt in his cock when he remembered how good Dean’s hard shaft had felt in his hand. “Can we please drop this?”

Dean could see that Sam was uncomfortable and took pity on his brother. “Okay, but stop lying to me when I ask you a question about your feelings for me.” Dean looked up ahead seeing that the traffic was finally breaking up and pressed down on the accelerator, “How can we possibly repair the damage done by Christian if I can’t trust you?”

“You can trust me, I promise.”

“Then start being truthful to me and to yourself,” Dean reiterated. “We can’t move forward when you keep secrets from me.” Dean noticed that Sam’s shoulders were shaking in apparent glee, “What’s so funny?”

“I was just wondering when you became on expert in relationships,” Sam grinned. “Now who sounds like Dr. Phil?”

Dean playfully punched Sam in the shoulder. “Asshole.”

“Hey,” Sam shrugged. “You wanted me to be honest.”

Dean gripped the steering wheel, sighed heavily, and prepared to turn right towards the hospital, “Remind me to kick your ass when we get out of this car.”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” Sam laughed softly watching as Dean turned and drove towards the Westchester Hospital noting that Dean had become more and more like himself over the past week and nothing pleased him more than a scathing assertive Dean; except possible a gracious submissive Dean.


Part XXXVII coming soon…
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