Deadly Temptation

Charleston, South Carolina-8 PM

Dean could feel the vampire staring at him from behind and looked out the passenger window at the sites of Charleston as Sam drove towards the downtown area, “So…which one of you is going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

Dmitry watched as a small bead of sweat rolled slowly down the back of Dean’s neck and wanted nothing more than to reach out and lick the salty fluid off of the human’s exquisite body. “Simple really, Christian is here in Charleston for you, and I am going to do whatever it takes to keep you alive.”

Dean looked over his shoulder at the vamp in doubt, “And you would do that because?”

“Because,” the eloquent vampire began, “I made a promise with your father and I will not allow my blundering Childe to make a fool out of me.”

“Bullshit,” Dean mumbled under his breath turning back to look out at the road.

“I heard that Dean, and you can believe what you want, but I am here to save you and to stop Christian if necessary,” Dmitry replied inching his hand closer to the human’s neck.

Dean shook his head in disbelief, “You’re willing to destroy Christian just to save face in front of my father?”

Dmitry watched as the glistening bead of perspiration slipped underneath Dean’s collar and licked his lips slowly, “I don’t make promises lightly, and when I do, I keep my word; it’s what separates me from the rest of the animals.”

“And by animals, you mean the other less than civilized vampires,” Dean sarcastically commented. “You really think you’re better than them, don’t you?”

“Of course I am, “Dmitry explained. “I don’t kill for the pure joy of it as they do, and I don’t take life unless it’s absolutely necessary,” Dmitry smiled lying through his teeth. It had only been a few days since he had killed the man in the motel pretending that it had been Dean.

“Please,” Dean exclaimed. “I’m supposed to believe that you’re some sort of martyr or something?”

Dmitry smiled slowly, “I have been known to slip a time or two…but I rarely take human life anymore, and that makes me more civilized.”

Dean turned around in the seat so that he was facing the vampire, “So, because you’re less of a killer than they are, that makes you better than all of those vagabonds out there?”

“Naturally,” Dmitry purred.

Dean stared menacingly at the vamp, “The only thing that separates you from those other vamps is your bloodline. Without Alexei’s blood, you would be just like those other monsters that Sam and I kill with a hint of glee in our eyes.”

“It’s true that my blood is more pure, but I also have class, and I…”

“That’s a matter of opinion,” Dean snorted. “You think because you dress in fancy leather, take baths, and live in fancy houses that you have class, but it still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a bloodsucking monster who kills humans to survive.”

Dmitry could feel his patience with the human wearing thin, “Fine, but regardless of what you think about me, I will keep my word.”

Dean turned back around and looked at his brother who had been silent thus far, “Okay, let’s say for the sake of argument that you’re telling us the truth, how did you know to come to Charleston?”

“Because Christian called me and told me that he was here,” Dmitry simply replied looking at his manicured nails in appreciation.

“He escaped from you and Alexei and he called you out of the blue to let you know where he was?” Dean asked in uncertainty.

“You only think you know my Childe Dean,” Dmitry informed the erroneous human. “Christian loves the thrill of the hunt and the game and he wants me here to see your downfall.”

“He’s jealous of you. Why would he want you near me?” Dean asked filled with confusion and concern for his brother who only stared out onto the road not saying a word.

“Because he wants to rub his victory in my nose,” Dmitry answered inching his hand closer to Dean’s neck until his nails were within grasp. “He wants me to see him while he turns you. Make his claim on you so that I cannot challenge his ownership of you.”

Dean swallowed, his throat suddenly dry, “Doesn’t he realize that you will try to stop him?”

“Of course,” Dmitry grinned as his nails made contact with Dean’s neck.

Dean tensed up as he felt the vampire’s nails scratching his neck, “And you’re touching me because?”

“I’ve missed you Dean,” Dmitry honestly replied. “I’ve tried everything I could to forget you but you fill my every dream.”

Dean felt his heart fluttering at the heart-felt confession, “You’re here to claim me, aren’t you?”

Dmitry sat up in the backseat of the Impala until his lips were at Dean’s ear, “Now that wouldn’t be keeping my word now would it?”

“What have you done to Sam?” Dean asked as he felt the vampire’s lips at his earlobe.

“Absolutely nothing,” the vampire grinned seductively. “I simply told him why I was here and that he had to get us away from that hospital.”

“So you thought you would play a game with me in the process,” Dean clarified pulling away from the vampire’s grasp. “You want to save me from Christian and keep me for yourself.”

Dmitry sat back against the seat and sighed heavily, “You honestly think that I would kill my Childe just so I could claim you as my own?” Dmitry looked out the side window noting that the sky was already nearly bitch black, “I have news for you Dean…I don’t need Christian dead to have you. It would be in my right to take you for myself and there is nothing that he could do to stop me.”

“So why all this cloak and dagger shit,” Dean frustratingly asked. “Why did you save me from that spirit and why did you put the whammy on Sam?”

“I didn’t save you from that spirit, Sam did,” Dmitry corrected. “And, I didn’t put the whammy on Sam as you say. I only told Sam the truth.”

“Which is what exactly?” Dean asked looking over at his brother.

Sam cleared his throat deciding to join the conversation, “That Christian lured us to that hospital knowing that the spirit would latch onto my sexual frustration and use me to hurt you.”

“By hurt you mean rape,” Dean whispered.

“Yes, and then Christian would swoop in and snatch you away from me, and in an act of vengeance, you would willingly take my life once you were changed,” Sam shamefully replied squeezing the steering wheel tightly.

“So,” Dean replied looking back at Dmitry. “You snatched Sam away from me before the spirit could cause him to hurt me, and you let Sam save me once he had recovered from the spirit’s influence?”

“That’s right,” Dmitry confidently replied. “I saved you and Sam tonight.”

“But why,” Dean asked.

“I told you already Dean,” Dmitry frowned. “I promised your father that I would not let Christian harm you in any way, and he’s the one who set up this little party for the both of you.”

“So he was in that hospital with us,” Dean softly stated. “It was him that gave me that dream the other night.”

“What dream?” Dmitry asked in curiosity.

“I dreamt about that hospital and the spirit, but in my dream Christian bit me and turned me into a vamp,” Dean answered staring back out into the night. “It felt so real…like he was in bed with me devouring me.”

Dmitry closed his eyes remembering the taste of Dean’s blood on his tongue, “He wants you to know what he has planned. He’s daring you to face him, and there you were, in that place knowing that he was there; yet you were willing to face him despite the danger.”

“It’s strange,” Dean began licking at his dry lips. “In my dream, I was looking for Sam because Christian had taken him, but you’re the one who took Sam tonight.”

“Obviously, in your dream Christian took Sam away to lure you into the hospital alone,” Dmitry responded uneasily.

“Yeah, but you told Sam that Christian wanted the spirit to control him and hurt me, so why would Christian grab Sam in my dream?”

“It was only a dream planted by Christian in your subconscious,” Dmitry explained. “It doesn’t mean that it’s accurate.”

“Right…,” Dean began reaching into his jacket pocket. “Unless of course it was you who planted the dream in my subconscious,” Dean replied in a flurry as he pointed his Glock at the vampire. “The question is why would you do that unless you wanted to lure me and Sam to Charleston?”

Dmitry stared at the barrel of the silver-coated handgun not surprised by the human’s cunningness, “Dean, we both know you’re not going to shoot me. Why waste the ammo?”

“And why exactly would I not shoot you?”

“Because we both know that if you kill me Christian will take out his anger on your family,” Dmitry arrogantly replied. “Besides, you wouldn’t want to put a hole in your precious car would you?”

Dean tapped the trigger of the gun, “What do you really want Dmitry, why the deception?”

Dmitry continued staring at the human and his finger on the gun suspecting that silver bullets were incased in the guns clip. “Christian is in Charleston. Your own father told you about this place not me. I simply wanted to warn you with that dream; hope that you would stay away from this place, but you’re too pig-headed for your own good.”

Sam risked a look in the rearview mirror and could see nothing but truth in the vampire’s cold dead eyes, “You’re telling me that Dad learned about this place through Christian? He somehow used Dad to get us to come here?”

Dmitry watched as the Impala drove down Wentworth Street into the heart of downtown Charleston, “We use to live here in the days before the Civil War.”

“Oh God, kill me now,” Dean moaned rolling his eyes in disbelief.

“We did,” Dmitry reassured the troubled human. “And we come to back to visit often.”

“So, you knew about the history of the hospital,” Sam concluded. “Both of you knew that it was right up our alley.”

“Yes,” Dmitry smiled. “And after Christian called me almost a week ago, I came here to wait for you.”

“I don’t know what I find harder to believe,” Dean began still holding the gun on Dmitry. “That fact that he called you or the fact that you came here to help us.”

“Believe what it is you wish,” Dmitry softly smiled. “But I assure you that I am telling the truth and if you pull that trigger and kill me, you will never find out where Christian is now.”

“But I already know that Dmitry,” Dean hinted with an arched brow as he pulled the trigger.

The loud sound of the gun firing in the small confines of the car caused Sam to jerk the car to the right running up on the sidewalk in the process. He watched in horror as people scattered from the sidewalk trying to avoid the out of control car, “Dean!”

Dean fired the gun again despite Sam’s warnings and smiled in sadness as he watched the life ebbing from Dmitry’s body, “I’ve got it under control Sammy. Get a handle on yourself.”

Sam managed to get control of the Impala, pulled her back onto the small historic road, and looked back into the mirror at the vampire. “Jesus Dean, what the hell did you do?”

Dean looked at the black hollowed out holes that pierced the vampire’s forehead and heart, “Silver doesn’t do any good unless it penetrates their head and their heart.”

Sam slowed the car down and pulled into the parking lot of a small bed and breakfast. He parked the Impala and turned back to look at Dmitry who was sitting up against the seat lifeless, “But I shot Christian with silver bullets.”

“Yeah, but you didn’t shoot him in the heart did you?”

Sam shook his head as he reached out timidly to touch the vampire. “And I didn’t shoot him in the head.” Sam’s hand ran along Dmitry’s dress shirt sleeve, up his shoulders, and onto the cold flesh of his face, “Why did you kill him? He knew where Christian was.”

Dean stared at Dmitry’s lifeless brown eyes feeling remorse and guilt, “I had to. He would have eventually turned against you, and you would be dead in the next few days and I would have been a vamp.”

“But you don’t know that Dean,” Sam argued. “He was trying to help us…to keep his promise.”

Dean pocketed his Glock and turned away from the body of his former tormentor, “If I didn’t know better Sam I would say you were in love with the guy or something.”

Sam continued to stare at Dmitry, “Of course not, but I am trying to understand why you would kill the only thing that knows where that lunatic Christian is at the moment.”

“I thought that would be obvious,” Dean grimaced as the scratches received from the spirit rubbed up against the leather of the seat. “Christian isn’t in Charleston as that asshole claimed.”

Sam looked at Dean rubbing his head in frustration, “And you know that because?”

“Ask yourself this.” Dean began. “Assuming that asshole back there was telling the truth about Christian letting Dad know about this place…then the only place Christian could be if he’s not here waiting for us is?”

Sam looked perplexed while searching his brother’s eyes for the truth but then it suddenly dawned on him. “Dad? He’s going after Dad?”

“Bingo College Boy,” Dean replied hastily. “Now, let’s take care of his body and ashes then we can head towards Carson City.”

“Shouldn’t we call Dad and warn him?” Sam asked as he turned the car around and pulled back into the Charleston traffic.

“We’d lose the element of surprise if we did that,” Dean calmly replied refusing to look back at the dead body in his backseat.

“But if we wait until we get to Carson City it could be too late,” Sam reasoned.

“We can’t let Christian know that we’re on to him,” Dean argued.

“But what if you’re wrong and that bastard is here waiting on us?” Sam asked. “We could take him down tonight and get this over with.”

“He’s not here Sam,” Dean growled in frustration. “He’s after Dad and we have to go and get him before it’s too late.”

Sam turned onto Highway 701 towards the Francis Marion National Forest, “I think we should stick around here one night first. Maybe even go back to the hospital.”

“Are you crazy?” Dean asked hysterically. “I was almost shish-ka-bobbed by that spirit.”

Sam looked in frustration at Dean, “I don’t understand why you would want to leave here before knowing for certain, and why would you not want to call Dad and warn him of the possibility that Christian is after him?”

Dean ran his hand though his hair in exasperation, “Fuck Sam…listen to me for once! I know that this asshole was lying to us. He’s the one who lured us here not Christian, and for all we know, this has been a trap to keep us away from Dad. They have divided us so that they can conquer us.”

Sam sat seething in aggravation watching as the highway signs whisked by, “Fine, we’ll take care of Dmitry’s body and then we’ll head towards Carson City.”

“Good,” Dean began. “Unless you would rather stay here and wait while I head off to Carson City.”

“Hell no,” Sam replied coldly. “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

“I’m just saying that you seem convinced that Christian is here and I…,” Dean began.

“Don’t even try it Dean,” Sam interrupted. “I’m not leaving you alone with that monster out there.”

“Fine,” Dean begrudgingly replied. “We’ll stick together for the time being.”

Sam stared nervously at the road wondering what his brother was up to, “You think Christian will forgive you for killing his Sire?”

“It doesn’t really matter that he thinks because I’m going to kill him next,” Dean confidently replied.

Sam looked over at his brother. “You sure about that Dean?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life Sam.”


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Carson City, Nevada-6PM

John pulled into the long dusty drive of Derek’s house noting that the sparse vegetation of the Nevada landscape had begun to overtake his friend’s driveway. John parked his truck in front of Derek’s small secluded wooden house noticing that Sagebrush was twisting its way up Derek’s front steps and wondered when it was his friend had last weed whacked his yard.

John stepped up onto the porch, knocked on the wooden door, and called out “Derek, its John.” John was alarmed when the door creaked open from the force of his knock, “Derek, I called earlier but you didn’t answer.”

John stepped across the threshold of his friend’s home, ran his hand along the wall to turn on the light, but there was no juice in the switch. The living room was small and musky and smelled of decay and John began to panic in fear for his friend. “Please tell me you just forgot to pay your electric bill.” John stepped cautiously through the dusk-filled room noting that there were empty plates and beer cans on the coffee table and that there was the sound of a few flies buzzing around the left over food. “You were always were a slob Derek.”

John slowly made his way towards the kitchen, pushing open the swinging door ignoring the fact that the squeak of the door seemed magnified by the strange stillness in the air, “Derek, stop horsing around. I know you’re probably still pissed at me from earlier, but I promise that I am here to rectify all of that.”

John stopped in his tracks when he saw the shadow of a body sitting in one of the kitchen chairs. The figure sat frozen in place and John subconsciously swallowed in dread worrying that he would find his estranged friend dead. “Derek,” John whispered reaching slowly out towards the shoulder of the stilled figure. His hand inched closer and closer until his fingertips touched polyester, “Derek.” He slowly circled the chair until he could make out the face of the man in the chair not surprised when he found his friend with his eyes closed. He searched for fang marks and bruises, “Derek, please tell me you are alive?”

“Of course he is,” a voice called from the other side of the kitchen.


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Francis Marion National Forrest-9PM

Sam watched on as Dean soaked Dmitry’s dead body with gasoline and lit a match without any hesitation and flicked it towards the body. Sam knew that Dean was hurting on the inside but would never admit it. Together the two brothers watched as the vampire’s body slowly began breaking down from the heat of the fire, flesh fell from bones, and bones turned to ashes. “Dean, I know this has to bother you.”

Dean looked on in guilt as the once beautiful vampire disappeared from sight, “And why would it bother me? He was a monster. He raped me, he tormented me, and he has killed thousands over his long existence.”

“He loved you in his own sick way,” Sam argued.

“Perhaps he did, but he got what he deserved as will Christian,” Dean reassured his younger brother.

“And me?” Sam hesitantly asked as the fire encompassed the remains of the once proud vampire.

Dean turned to Sam, “What do you mean?”

“Don’t I deserve punishment for what I’ve done?”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Dean reasoned. “Besides, I wouldn’t burn you if I was going to punish you.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask what you would do to me,” Sam grimaced looking intently at the fire.

“Simple, I’d ignore you,” Dean smiled sadly. “It would tear you up if I ignored you and never talked to you again.”

Sam stepped towards Dean and grabbed his hand in a tender but firm grasp, “Please don’t do that to me. You know how much I need you.”

Dean rolled his eyes and tore his hand from Sam’s grasp, “Have you no dignity? Stop wallowing in your feelings and just take what you want.”

Sam grabbed the sides of Dean’s head and held his brother in place as he kissed the older man. At first, Sam met resistance, but eventually Dean slowly responded to Sam’s touch and opened his mouth leaving room for Sam’s tongue to make its way inside Dean’s sweltering mouth. Both men groaned as they took turns devouring each others mouths, blood racing through their bodies, and Sam pulled Dean up close against his body so that each could feel the other man’s hardness and apparent excitement. Dean wrapped his arms tightly around his brother’s shoulders and pulled Sam even closer rubbing their chest tighter and fighting for control of the kiss.

It was Sam who first broke away for breath, “Dean…oh God…you have no idea how much I’ve wanted that.”

Dean felt flushed from the kiss and smiled, “I have a pretty good idea Sammy.”

Sam took off his jacket, knelt down, and placed it on the ground. He looked up at Dean, “Give me your jacket.”

“You mean my shredded up jacket that bitch tore?” Dean asked pulling the Glock from his jacket and placing it on the ground near Sam’s feet before handing Sam his jacket.

Sam smiled up at his brother, “That’d be the one.” Sam took the jacket from Dean and spread it out on the ground as well. “Come here,” Sam requested reaching out for Dean’s hand.

Dean looked suspiciously at the jackets on the ground that looked strangely like a blanket, “Why?”

Sam grabbed Dean’s hand and urged him down onto the ground, “Just taking what I want.”

Dean sat down on the ground on their jackets and stared timidly at his brother, “I don’t know if I’m ready for this Sam, especially considering that Dmitry is still on fire over there.”

“He’ll get over it,” Sam joked pushing Dean down onto his back on top of the jackets. “Please don’t deny me tonight.”

Dean could feel his body trembling in fear as his brother positioned himself on top of his prone body and lowered himself down, “Sam, don’t…”

“Shh,” Sam whispered as he lowered himself down on his elbows and surrounded Dean with his large body. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Sam pressed his lips to Dean’s lips and assumed his assault on Dean’s willing mouth, “Want you so fucking bad Dean…want to touch you, can I touch you?”

“Yes,” Dean whispered as his brother once again attacked his mouth. Dean could feel Sam’s hand making its way down his chest and down to his pants. He heard his zipper being undone and nearly jumped when Sam pushed his large hand inside his pants and wrapped his fingers around his throbbing cock. “Umm, Sam…that feels good.”

Sam smiled continuing to kiss and suck at Dean’s mouth and neck while he quickly jerked his brother off, “You feel so good in my hand Dean.” Sam sucked on Dean’s earlobe and ran his hot wet tongue inside Dean’s sensitive ear, “Want to feel you cum on my hand baby. Want to see you lose control.”

Dean clawed at Sam’s back and lifted his hips off the ground at Sam’s words and actions, “Kiss me Sam…make me lose control. Make me forget all the bad things in my life.”

Sam happily returned his mouth to Dean’s mouth as his hand continued to milk Dean’s prick. Sam wanted to bury himself inside Dean’s pliant body but he knew that pushing Dean too far would be a mistake. Instead, he celebrated his small victory and grinned into Dean’s mouth as his brother made the sexiest whimpers as he shot his load onto his hand. Dean’s creamy hot release spurted onto Sam’s hand and fingers and Sam felt his heart nearly burst in affection when Dean called out his name as he came. Sam looked into Dean’s face and watched as his brother lost control and nearly exploded inside his pants once again, but he knew he would never hear the end of it from Dean so he controlled his urges. Besides, he was confident that there would be plenty of time for his needs later on. Sam removed his hand from Dean’s pants, licked at the sticky mess on his hand, offered his hand to Dean, and smiled mischievously as Dean balked at the offer to lick his hand clean as well.

Sam and Dean lay together for a few quiet moments hugging and kissing each other on top of their jackets blissfully tuned out to Dmitry’s burning corpse and Sam felt himself falling asleep until he felt Dean squirming to get out of his arms. Sam released Dean and kissed Dean’s lips tenderly, “Please tell me that wasn’t a dream.”

“Well Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore, but you’re not dreaming,” Dean grinned pushing off the ground, zipping up his pants, and grabbing his jacket. “You just had your hand down my pants and it was kind of hot,” Dean admitted as he put his jacket back on, picked up the Glock, and began turning to walk back towards the car that was parked a few hundred yards away.

“Kind of,” Sam laughed watching as the last of the fire dwindled down. “You know that was smoking hot Dean,” Sam replied as he stood up and faced the fire smiling ear-to-ear pulling on his own jacket.

“Yeah it was,” Dean whispered from behind Sam’s ear. “I’m sorry Sammy.”

“For what Dean,” Sam asked turning towards his brother, but before he could turn completely towards Dean he felt a hard metal thump against the back of his skull, and he felt himself slipping towards the ground into a world of darkness.

“Sorry I have to leave you like this,” Dean whispered looking down at Sam and the remains of the fire as he put the Glock back into his jacket pocket. “When you come to make sure you take care of the ashes for me.” Dean knelt down and affectionately pushed the hair off of Sam’s brow, “One day you’ll understand why I did this…I just can’t let Christian hurt you.”

Dean stood back up, took one last look at his brother, and headed towards the Impala. Once he made his way through the woods and back to the road, he slipped inside the driver’s seat, turned the ignition, and pulled back onto the highway. He looked at himself in the mirror, saw soot on his face, and wiped it off. He ran his hand through his hair making an attempt to look his best. He reached for his cell phone, dialed the familiar number, and waited until he heard the silence on the other end, “I’m on my way.”

“Glad to hear you made the right decision here,” Christian replied triumphantly. “I promise that you won’t regret your decision.”

“Of course I won’t,” Dean lied as he drove onto to his new life.


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