Deadly Temptation

Charleston, South Carolina-7 PM

Dean pulled into the parking lot of the abandoned Veterans’ Hospital and was surprised that the old decaying hospital felt vaguely familiar. The Westchester Hospital had been vacant for almost as long as Dean had been alive; yet the four-story hospital with its cracked foundation, busted out windows, and chained up doors gave him a sense of déjà vu and a pit of dread began developing in his stomach.

“It reminds me of the Roosevelt Asylum,” Sam absently commented.

“Great,” Dean muttered. “Just try not to go all psychotic on me again. It took me weeks to heal from that shit.”

Sam winced at the memory of shooting Dean in the chest with rock salt, “Don’t worry. I have no repressed anger at the moment.”

“Just repressed lust, right?” Dean knowingly grinned.

Sam wiggled his brows in amusement. “Not repressed…just unfulfilled.”

Dean rolled his eyes and sighed heavily, “Just don’t start humping my leg in there and keep your eyes off my ass.”

“I don’t know if I can control myself,” Sam mockingly replied. “You’re just so impossible to resist.

“I know I am Sam, but you have to learn to control yourself,” Dean joked while parking the car in the back of the hospital away from the street.

“I’ll try,” Sam snorted. “Do you even know what modest means?”

“It’s what unattractive people are,” Dean reasoned. “They hardly ever get comments on their looks and when they do they are so shocked that they blush and deny the compliment.”

Sam turned to the side in the seat and stared at Dean in disbelief, “Are you serious? You don’t think that attractive people can be modest?”

“Are you modest?” Dean asked poignantly.

“I like to think so,” Sam commented.

“You may be modest about your looks, but you’re definitely not modest when it comes to your intelligence.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re always rubbing my nose in the fact that you went to law school, that you’re the master researcher, and that I’m nothing but the muscle and a pretty face.” Dean surmised confidently.

“First of all,” Sam started. “You’re the one always bringing up Stanford by calling me college boy. Secondly, you’re the one always making fun of my geeky research habits, and finally…you’re the one always saying shit like ‘brains before beauty’ so don’t even go there Dean.”

Dean turned off the ignition of the Impala, opened the door, and stepped out. “Okay, I’ll admit that you may be right about all of that, but you have gotten cocky about your sexual prowess.”

“Look who’s talking,” Sam laughed as he stepped got out of the car. “You’ve done nothing but brag about your looks and your sexual expertise since you were fourteen.”

“Yeah,” Dean frowned as he closed the heavy Chevy door. “And look what all that over-confidence got me.”

Sam hurriedly followed Dean to the trunk, “Your cockiness didn’t cause Christian to stalk you.”

Dean opened the trunk up. “You sure about that?” Dean reached for his shotgun appreciating the feel of the smooth cool metal on his palm, “He told me that my confidence was one of the things that he found attractive.”

Sam grabbed a handful of rock salt cartridges, “Your cockiness is attractive but it can be overbearing at times.”

“Fair enough,” Dean remarked as he took some of the cartridges from Sam’s hand, “But so is your constant ogling and sexual harassment.”

Sam grabbed his shotgun huffily and placed the cartridges in his pocket, “That’s just too damn bad, isn’t it?”

Dean slammed the trunk closed, “What the hell is that suppose to mean?”

“It means exactly what you think it means,” Sam retorted. “I’m not going to stop harassing you. I’m having too much doing it.”

“Look who’s being cocky now,” Dean complained as he headed towards the rustic building placing the shotgun in his inside pocket of his jacket. “You’re being a fucking prick.”

“What can I say Dean,” Sam smiled. “I guess you’re rubbing off on me.”

Dean pulled the EMF controller out of his pocket and stopped in front of the beige sliding warehouse door, “Fine, but if you try anymore shit with me I will kick your ass; that’s a fucking promise.”

Sam tried to hide his amusement but to no avail, “You just keep telling yourself that Princess.” Sam pulled out his trusty locksmith pouch and began working at the lock on the door. “We both know that if I really wanted to I could beat you in a fight.”

“You and what army too-tall,” Dean asked in amusement watching as Sam expertly unlocked the door.

Sam grinned when he heard the familiar click of the lock unlocking and placed the pouch back into his pocket. “Keep talking to me like that and you just might find out.”

Dean was a bit taken aback by Sam’s brashness but continued to rile his brother up, “So, now you trying to tell what I can and can’t say? Isn’t it enough that you molest me in my sleep and try to shove your tongue down my throat?”

Sam could feel the familiar tendrils of excitement running up his spine and leered suggestively at Dean, “We both know you wanted it…even now you’re trying to get me excited so I will make a move on you.”

Dean shook his head and opened the heavy door, “You’re unbelievable.” Dean’s senses were immediately assaulted with the smell of mildew, dust, and decay and he coughed to clear his throat. “Could we please just concentrate on the job and talk about this shit later?”

Sam shrugged and walked through the door ignoring the unpleasant odor but instead felt heaviness in the air surrounding him. He looked up and down Dean’s body noting the tightness of Dean’s jeans which hugged his brother’s way too perfect ass like a glove. “I’m tired of talking about it too.” Sam grabbed Dean and shoved him up against the concrete wall, “I’d rather do it, wouldn’t you?”

Dean pushed at Sam’s long and solid body still trying to hold onto the EMF controller, “Get off me.”

Sam grabbed Dean’s arms and forcefully pinned them to the wall above Dean’s head causing the EMF device to crash to the floor, “Shut up.”

Dean squirmed up against Sam’s body looking down at the homemade device, “Don’t tell me to shut up Sam! And do you have any idea how long it took for me to make that thing?”

Sam placed his fingers in between Dean’s fingers and squeezed harshly, “Kiss me Dean…please.”

Dean turned his head when Sam’s lips attempted to make contact with his mouth, “Fuck off!”

“I’d rather fuck you,” Sam moaned as he licked at the side of Dean’s neck.

“Haven’t we played this game before?” Dean asked staring hard into Sam’s eyes.

Sam slid his large hands slowly down Dean’s arms and placed his hands on the side of Dean’s head, “Then let’s stop playing and get down to business.” Sam felt an uncontrollable urge to take Dean by force and plastered his lips against the other man’s without permission.

Dean stood still and held his lips firmly together as Sam slammed his mouth onto his own. He refused to let the probing tongue inside and felt a sense of triumph as Sam pulled away slightly. “Was it good for you?”

Without warning, Sam slapped Dean across the cheek and clenched his fist in frustration, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

Dean looked at Sam’s white-knuckled fist while rubbing at his stinging cheek, “I have a pretty good idea.”

“Sometimes, all I want to do is hurt you,” Sam hissed. “Slap that smart-ass smirk off your face.”

“You just did that asshole,” Dean exclaimed pushing off the wall, picking up the EMF detector, and walking quickly away from his irate brother.

“I want to bend you over and fuck you raw until you bleed,” Sam continued feeling his nostrils flaring and his heart racing. “Break every bone in your fucking body in the process.”

Dean continued to step away from Sam down the corridor of the main hall of the hospital beginning to become concerned with Sam’s aggressive nature. “Is that you in there Sam?”

“You know…I’ve tried so hard to be patient with you,” Sam added in a frenzy ignoring Dean’s question. “Tried to take things slowly; give you time to recover and heal, and how do you treat me?”

Dean heard glass crunching under his feet as he stopped and turned to face his younger brother, “Sam…come on man, snap out if this.”

“Tell me Dean, how hard did you make that vampire work for it?” Sam asked walking menacingly closer to his scared little rabbit, “Did you let him fuck you on the first night? Spread your legs like a good little whore?”

“Sam, please don’t make me hurt you,” Dean begged pulling the shotgun from his jacket pocket knowing that something wasn’t quite right with his brother.

“Talk about déjà vu,” Sam jeered pointing his own shotgun at Dean. “You want to shoot each other to death with rock salt? Want to get revenge on me for shooting you at Roosevelt?”

“Of course not,” Dean replied. “I just want my old Sammy back; not this sadistic version in front of me.”

Sam lunged at Dean and grabbed him by the arm yanking the shotgun out of his hand in the process, “No thank you….I prefer this version much better.”

Dean swung out the EMF detector and landed a blow up against the side of Sam’s head, “Get off me you fucking freak!”

“Damn, that fucking hurt!” Sam yelled as he grabbed Dean by the waist and pulled him up against his chest placing his crotch up against Dean’s perky bottom. “But it feels so good when you rub your ass up against my cock like this.”

Dean snarled and head-butted Sam causing the taller man to relinquish his hold. He turned around, saw Sam kneeling on his knees holding his bloody nose, and decided it best to head back to the car hoping that Sam would come to his senses eventually.

Dean walked a few feet back towards the hospital entrance but stopped in his tracks when he heard Sam moaning in pain. Dean turned around and saw that Sam was still holding his nose, “I’m sorry if I broke it but I had to do it.”

“Get the fuck back here,” Sam groaned in pain.

Dean knew he shouldn’t but he just couldn’t help himself. “Told you couldn’t beat my ass Francis.”

Sam’s head popped up and Sam stared daggers of hatred at Dean while standing up slowly, “I’m not the one running away like a little girl.”

“I’m not running away,” Dean announced as he turned his back on his brother and began walking towards the exit. “I’m just being cautious. You’re not exactly acting like yourself.”

“When I get my hands on you, I’m going to…” Sam began.

Dean waited to hear the rest of the idle threat but Sam never finished the sentence. Dean swallowed hard afraid that he would find that his psycho brother had managed to get close to him again, but he slowly turned around, peered down the long hallway, and saw no sign of Sam.

“Sam?” Dean called out down the rapidly darkening hallway. Dean looked around through the hospital windows noticing that the initial sunlight they had when they arrived was rapidly diminishing. He timidly walked back down the hall towards Sam pulling out his flashlight. “Sam, this isn’t fucking funny. Get your ass back out here so I can kick it again; maybe break a rib or two this time.” Dean half suspected that Sam was going to attack him again but he couldn’t ignore the tightness in his gut that something was wrong. “Sam, stop playing around and come out here.”

“Dean,” a voice whispered from the murky darkness from behind just as the battered EMF detector began arching into the high frequencies.

Dean turned around and saw nothing; the only noise he heard was the sound of his own panicked breathing. “This is so not fucking funny.” Dean turned back around and continued to the spot where he had last seen Sam. He looked down at the floor and saw Sam’s shotgun discarded to the side and frowned in concern, “Where the hell are you?”

Dean!” a masculine voice roared from the side causing a cool breeze to sweep past Dean’s face.

“What the fuck?” Dean yelled as he turned to his side noting that his hands were slightly shaking. He tried to gain control over his rising fears trying to remember the dream from a few nights earlier that seemed to be more like a vision rather than a dream. He now wondered if his subconscious had been trying to warn him of an imminent doom or if it had been an elaborate trick played by the vampire.

“Could we please just get this over with?” Dean called out trying to sound confident. “I know you’re here Christian.”

Dean guardedly continued to walk down the hall and heard the EMF squealing as he approached an open door labeled ‘Burn Unit’. Dean slowly made his way into the room dreading a confrontation with Christian, or Sam for that matter, but was determined to overcome his fear of the unknown; a fear he had never known until Christian had fucked with his mind.

Dean walked carefully through the room and counted eight beds which were stripped of sheets and blankets and saw numerous bottles of expired antiseptics and medicine along one wall. “Why would they leave this stuff?” he asked himself.

“Dean,” a voice cried from the ceiling just as a dark shadow raced in front of the main window. Dean jumped in surprise nearly dropping the flashlight, “Damn spirits! Can’t you see I have enough to deal with at the moment?”

Within seconds Dean could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end and chill bumps spread along his arms and up his neck. Dean could feel the evil wrapping around him as the room temperature dropped suddenly causing him see the condensation of his own breath. He shivered uncontrollably and attempted to wrap his dark blue jacket around his body. “Okay, you have my attention. What do you want?”

The EMF was spiking as the dark energy spread throughout the room, and Dean knew that he was in the presence of a malevolent energy; spirit or demon was yet to be determined. Dean could feel the electrical charge as the entity sucked all of the energy out of the room and claimed it for itself, “Could you save some energy for the living people?”

Dean felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and twirled to look but was held in place by an invisible presence. He could feel a frigid coldness on is neck almost caressing, and he involuntarily shuddered as the EMF device stopped working, “You have to ask before you touch; didn’t your mother teach you better than that?”

“No one else ask; so why should I?” the voice whispered into Dean’s ear.

“What do you want?” Dean asked once again trying to ignore the spirit’s taunt. “Is there anything I can do for you that would help you to cross over?”

“Why would I want to do that?” the voice snapped. “I like feeding off of others’ anger and depression.”

Dean could feel the pressure on his shoulder increasing and winced slightly, “You’re getting off on this? You like sucking the vitality from peoples’ bodies; their dark energy?”

“Yes, and the more energy I take the more powerful I become,” the spirit hinted.

“You killed those people,” Dean stated. “What did you do with the bodies?”

“I placed them somewhere secret,” the entity laughed.

Dean could feel his knees weakening as the spirit continued to feed off his negative energy, “You took them from this plane of existence, didn’t you? You pulled a Spielberg Poltergeist stunt and took their energy to another dimension.”

“Do you really think I’m strong enough to do that?”

Dean could feel the invisible force squeezing the back of his neck, “I’ve met stronger…but I guess you’re impressive enough.” Dean sunk down to his knees not able to find the energy to stand, “Did you take my brother? Suck him into the TV like Carol Anne?”

“No it wasn’t me,” the spirit snarled. “We’re not alone.”

Dean’s brows arched in surprise, “And that pisses you off doesn’t it? Is it something undead and lacking of energy by chance?”

“What does it want?” the entity asked in curiosity. “It’s been here for days just taking up space and defiling my sanctuary with its undead flesh.”

“The way I see it you two are a lot alike; both of you are leeches that suck the life out of your victims,” Dean growled in pain as the spirit pushed him down onto the floor onto his stomach feeling bile rise towards his mouth. “He wants blood…you want energy; that makes you both evil in my book.”

“It’s here for you isn’t it,” the demon deduced. “It took your brother to get to you. I tried to pour all of my energy into Sam, make him hurt you and take the things he so obviously wants, but that thing got to him before I could finish the job.”

Dean smiled in relief with the entity’s confession despite the pain he was in, “That’s my Sammy; easy pickings for the spirit world.”

“Both of you are,” the entity warned as he began clawing Dean’s back with invisible razor-like nails.

“Fuck, stop doing that you bastard!” Dean commanded as he heard his jacket being shredded by the spirit. “I love this jacket.”

“You have so much anger in you Dean,” the spirit smirked. “So much unresolved issues…you have enough negative energy to sustain me for hours.” Painful spasms ran through Dean’s back as the entity began sucking the life-force from his body. He felt his entire body trembling in shock as he was sucked dry by the dark entity, and thought how ironic it was that he would die being sucked alive with a hand rather than fangs.

“I shall feast upon you for a very long time,” the spirit boasted.

“Yeah…well too bad the buffet is closed asshole,” a voice cried from the door as a round of rock salt was fired through the air. Sam aimed as carefully as he could, hoping that the invisible entity was standing above Dean, “Get your hands off my brother!” Sam fired another round of rock salt causing the spirit to dissipate for the time being.

Dean felt the heavy presence disappear, regained control over his nausea, and slowly started getting up onto his knees, “Please tell me you’re back to being your geeky loser self.”

Sam rolled his eyes and helped his weakened brother to his feet, “Let’s get out of here before it makes another appearance.”

“We can’t just leave it here continuing to let it take people,” Dean reasoned placing much of his weight on Sam’s shoulder.

“We’ll come back in the morning with the proper equipment,” Sam argued. “We can’t stop this thing without an exorcism of some sort.”

“Fine,” Dean sighed as he and Sam made their way out of the hospital. “That fucker is strong. Maybe the strongest spirit I’ve ever felt. He must have really suffered when he was a patient here.”

“That’s horrible and all but it doesn’t give him the right to kill people who never harmed him,” Sam explained. “It’s evil and we have to kill it.”

Dean nodded in understanding and allowed his brother to escort him towards the steel sliding door. “Got you; evil bitch dies tomorrow.” The brothers crossed over the threshold of the door and walked towards the car. Within seconds, the brothers heard the steel door being slammed shut, and they turned just in time to see the door being pulled inwards by an unknown force; crumpling until it was pulled off the track making it virtually impossible to open.

Both brothers stared in amazement at the show of power from the dark being. “Guess that means our membership has been revoked,” Dean commented pushing himself off of Sam’s shoulder.

“We’ll just have to find another way in,” Sam reasoned.

“I cannot believe you let that spirit gain control of your emotions like that,” Dean teased. “That’s the second time you let some weak ass spirit use you to hurt me.”

Sam squeezed his bruised nose tenderly, “Looks to me like I got the brunt of the pain.”

“Yeah, but it could have been worse,” Dean replied turning back to face the car trying to push the image of his brother mounting him from behind and fucking him so hard that he bled to death. “What happened to you in there? Where did you go?”

Sam looked shamefully at his brother, “Let’s just say that something intervened on my behalf.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Dean asked reaching into his pocket for his car keys.

“You’re not going to like this Dean,” Sam began. “But what other choice do we have?”

Dean opened the passenger door, tossed the keys at Sam, and sat gingerly down into the passenger seat, “I’m too tired for this game Sam. Tell me what happened to you.”

Sam stood by the passenger door and looked mournfully at his brother, “I’m sorry Dean.”

Dean looked up at his brother, “For what this time?” Dean continued to look at Sam who avoided making eye contact at all cost and sighed heavily in frustration, “Fine, don’t tell me, make me kick your…” Dean’s threat was cut short when he saw a familiar shadow approaching the car from behind Sam. “Sam, we got trouble.”

“I know Dean,” Sam whispered. “Don’t do anything stupid.”

Dean watched the dark figure approaching the Impala noting the black leather jacket, the tight brown leather pants, and the black dress shirt, which accentuated a muscular and defined chest. Dean watched in disbelief as Sam moved to the side allowing their stout enemy to approach the side of the car. Dean stared up at the intense brown eyes, short dark brown hair, and instantly felt the seductive charm that seemed to come naturally to the vampire.

“Dmitry?” Dean asked hesitantly.

“Hello Dean,” the vampire seductively smiled. “I hope you don’t mind me crashing your party.”

Dean could only watch in alarm as the vampire got into the backseat of the Impala and Sam willingly got into the driver’s seat. He stared at the rearview mirror as Sam started the car, “Have you lost your mind Sam?”

“Maybe,” Sam hoarsely replied clenching the steering wheel tight.

“Close the door Dean,” Dmitry calmly requested. When Dean sat in defiance refusing to budge, Dmitry placed the back of his hand on Sam’s neck in warning, “I’m afraid I must insist.”

Dean reluctantly closed the door and allowed his brother to drive them away from the hospital to an almost certain death. “This can not be happening…please tell me I’m dreaming again.”

“Not this time Dean,” Dmitry hinted. “But all will be revealed soon enough.”

Part XXXVIII coming soon…
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