Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part V
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The chase continues
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission
Warnings: language, violence, non-con
Pairing: Dean/OMC
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. This is my first Supernatural story, and I wanted to try something different besides the usual Dean/Sam pairing that is quite popular on the Internet.
2.This is Part V of a series and the warnings apply for the series not just for this installment.
3.My vampires are inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.

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Dusk had settled over the sleepy town of Gainesville as Dean settled back into his own motel room. He sat on the edge of the bed and turned the television on to Oprah. He smiled remembering the shocked expression on Sam’s face when he found out that his tough older brother was a sucker for Oprah. He enjoyed listening to the sad stories of pain and torment from strangers. In a strange way, it made his own life seem not so bad, and it felt good knowing that not everyone in the world lived like the fucking Brady Bunch.

His family was the furthest thing from normal he had ever experienced. Even the shape-shifting Dean had realized that the Winchester Family was a mess. The Winchester Family consisted of a depressed, obsessive authoritarian father, a whiney, book-smart college drop out, and a sarcastic, easy to manipulate pretty boy. His father’s crusade for the truth behind his wife’s death had taken the family to the far ends of the country constantly putting their lives at stake. The boys never were around long enough to make friends or to finish an entire school year in one place. They moved constantly following the “hot spots” of the Supernatural World, and Dean and Sam were trained like warriors to fight and to kill ghosts, demons, vampires, and anything else that walked the earth in a non-human guise.

John Winchester was a supportive father, as long as you did as you were told, and Dean always did what was asked of him, but Sammy fought constantly with their father ignoring his tyrannical demands. John had always been able to manipulate Dean into just about anything, but his younger son would fight him every inch of the way. John had always stated that Sam was too much like himself, and that he never had been very fond of his younger son; especially when they were butting heads. On the other hand, Dean looked and acted like their mother, and John held a very special place in his heart for his older son who always did as he was told, and who tried to hold the family together in the worse moments. When Sam had left for college, Dean was the only one left to keep his father from going off the deep end and from drinking himself to death. Everyday was a battle, not only against supernatural forces, but against his father’s anger and depression. There had been times when that anger was taken out on Dean, but he had never taken his father’s abuse personally. He knew that his father was battling demons on the inside, and that he wasn’t really mad with his older son, and the last few months without his father had been the worst months of his life.

Dean had always been the rock of the family. He had always been the one to reign in Sam’s anger and resentment and his father’s depression and self-hatred. He had always been the one person in the family that could rationalize and evaluate even the most dangerous situations for opportunities and for advantages, and yes, his father did control him and he had very little willpower to resist his father’s orders, and yes, Sam and others often teased him about his looks, but he used his mother’s fine features to his advantage; especially when playing pool or poker.

He missed his father and he and Sam had not been the best of friends since he had practically dragged Sam away from his life at Stanford to rescue their dear old dad. Dean stared at Oprah wondering what type of help she could get for his family if he went on the show. He smiled knowing that Dr. Phil would be the better place for his family issues to be resolved. Hell, even Jerry Springer would be amusing on some level. At least his father and Sam could beat the shit out of each other and yell and cuss the entire time, while he revealed to his father and brother that he was bi-sexual and that he had a blood-sucking boyfriend who wanted to turn him into a creature of the night. His shoulders shook in laughter as he imagined the scenario unfold on the Jerry set. Christian would walk out in his all black attire and the audience would boo and hiss at the animal who dared to seduce the pretty boy, and Sam would jump up and attempt to stake Christian in the chest, but he would be stopped by Steve, Jerry’s head of security, and promptly placed back in his chair. His father would stare in shock as Christian stuck his tongue down Dean’s mouth and would remark that Dean’s mother would be rolling in her grave at the very sight.

“God, how did things get so fucked up?” he asked himself. “Why the hell am I letting Christian do this to me?” He got off the bed and went into the bathroom. He examined himself in the mirror noticing that his lips were slightly red and swollen from Christian’s kisses. He still tingled in pleasure as he thought of what Christian’s tongue had done to his body, and he felt himself hardening once again imagining being filled once again with the vampire’s cock. He was amazed at his body’s resilience considering he had just had the fuck of his life less than an hour ago, and he couldn’t believe that his dick was so eager for more action.

He looked down at his jean-covered crotch and saw the obvious bulge and rolled his eyes in annoyance, “Get a grip…down boy, you’re not getting anymore action.” He splashed cold water on his face and rinsed his mouth out with Listerine just as he heard the motel door suddenly opening.

“Dean! Dean, are you here?” Sam shouted from the opened door.

“I’m in here Sammy,” Dean announced taking a last glimpse into the mirror making sure that he was presentable. He walked out of the bathroom stopping in his tracks as he saw Sam throwing all of their stuff into their bags. “What are you doing?”

“We’re getting the hell out of here right now,” Sam ordered as he walked past Dean into the bathroom. Dean watched as Sam grabbed their toiletries from the sink.

“What are you talking about?”

Sam ignored Dean and walked back into the room to toss the items into the appropriate bags. He took one final look around the room, zipped up both bags, and tossed them onto his shoulders, “Let’s go.” He stared harshly at Dean demanding compliance, “Now,” he firmly repeated.

“Why?” Dean asked feeling like a small child being punished for some unforeseen reason.

Sam reached out and grabbed Dean’s arm firmly, “We don’t have time for this shit Dean! Get in the fucking car!” He pulled a reluctant Dean towards the car, placing the motel keys on the table by the door, and making sure that the door closed behind them. He opened the passenger door for Dean and pushed him inside, while he tossed the bags into the backseat, “Lock the doors and wait right here for me.”

“Where are you going?”

“Shut up and do as I say if you want to live,” Sam demanded slamming the door closed. He walked back to the trunk, opened up the weapons case, and grabbed the crossbow and some wooden stakes. He looked around nervously as he grabbed other tools that he would need if he hoped to protect Dean through the night. He didn’t know where the vamp had come from or why he had set his sights on his brother, but he was going to have one hell of a pissed off Winchester brother on his hands if he came after Dean tonight.

Dean watched Christian’s motel door nervously as Sam gathered tools from the trunk. He suspected that Sam had figured out the situation and was getting ready to do battle with a vampire. He knew that the only way to protect Sam from Christian was to pretend that all was well and that there was no vampire to fear. He knew that if Sam took him off in the middle of the night Christian would hunt them down and kill Sam for his transgression, and he couldn’t let that happen.

Sam tossed the weapons into the backseat, got behind the wheel, and started the Impala, “You’ll be safe once we get away from this place.” He backed the car out of the parking space and noticed Dean looking anxiously at the motel. Was he waiting for the vampire to come out of his hiding place? “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” Dean simply answered staring at Christian’s door.

Sam’s anger got the best of him and he reached out and slapped Dean on the face, “Answer me Dean! This isn’t some game we’re playing.”

Dean’s eyes were like daggers when he looked at Sam, “Touch me again and I will break your fucking hand.”

Sam thought about challenging Dean but thought better of it, “Fine, but I want you to answer me truthfully. What were you looking at? Is that where he’s hiding?”

“What are you talking about? Who’s he?” Dean innocently asked.

Sam pulled onto the highway and headed west out of Gainesville, “The man in black; the one who has been visiting you in your dreams.”

Dean looked at the backseat noticing the crossbow, stakes, and Holy Water, “I thought you said it was an Incubus after me, but those look like weapons to fight a vamp.”

“That would be because that is what is after you. I’ve been doing some research…”

Dean interrupted, “Research on vamps? Why?”

Sam gripped the wheel tightly in frustration, “Because you’re getting worse. You’re becoming moody, angry, unpredictable…”

“Maybe it’s just that time of the month,” Dean joked.

“Right…you have PMS and you’re bloated and you can’t fit into your favorite jeans. That would explain everything.”

“We could stop and get me some Midol,” Dean smiled.

Sam shook his head in disbelief, “Leave it to you to make a joke about something so serious.”

“I think that you’re being melodramatic.”

Sam’s eyebrows arched up. “Melodramatic? There’s a bloodsucking bastard after my brother and I’m overreacting?”

Dean stared out at the open road evaluating the best possible solution to Sam’s anxiety, “Okay, let’s say that it is a vamp after me…why would he play this long with me? Why not just drink my blood and be done with it?”

“Dean, we’re both too smart to not have already figured this out, and I suspect that you’ve known about the identity of your stalker for a few days.”

“You think that I would I keep something like this from you?”

Sam looked over at his brother thoughtfully, “Under the right circumstances, I think you would, and you’re lying to me right now.”

“Lying about what?”

“You know where he hides and you also know why he’s played with you for this length of time. You’re just trying to get me to doubt my theory and turn this car around,” Sam knowingly admitted.

“Oh, so now you’re going all psychic on me. Tell me genius if this was really a vamp don’t you think you would have been able to sense it with your super psychic powers?”

Sam slammed his fist down onto the car center console, “Stop making psychic jokes. I’ve told you before that I can’t see everything, and besides, I recall that you are the one who tends to have the super sensitive ability when it comes to supernatural forces. You felt this thing the first day we showed up in this town and don’t try and fucking deny it Dean.”

Dean looked out his window in undeniable anxiety. He knew that Christian already knew of their leaving, and he wondered how long it would take before he found them. “Do you really think that running away from a vamp in the middle of the night is wise? Wouldn’t daytime be better?”

“I thought about that, but if we wait another night to leave, it could be too late for you in the morning.”

“This thing could be following us right now. Running away from it at night makes no sense. You’re just going to piss it off, and I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Sam once again looked over at his older brother, “Are you really trying to protect me…or him?”

Dean shook his head in disbelief, “Trust me on this one Sammy. I’m trying to protect you. We’ve never faced any vamp like this before. He’s old and very powerful, and he would snap your neck in an instant if he so chose to.”

“So you admit that I’m right? It really is a vamp after you?” Sam smugly asked.

Dean sighed in defeat, “Yes, and his name is Christian.”

Sam yanked the steering wheel to the right and pulled off on the side of the road ignoring the danger in stopping for any length of time, “Christian?” Sam looked deeply at Dean’s face noting the rosy blush on his cheeks, “You want him don’t you? You want the creature that raped you and who has been tormenting your dreams for a week.”

Dean’s eyes filled with shameful tears, “I can’t help it Sam. He’s put the whammy on me, and I can’t seem to break away.”

Sam hated to see Dean cry more than anything in the world. How many times had he been the cause of those tears in the past? “That’s all the more reason to get out of here now before he claims you as his own. He’s been slowly seducing you and bringing you under his power. You can’t control yourself around him anymore. I will have to do it for you.”

Dean knew that Sam couldn’t keep Christian away, but he played along, “Tell you what, let me earn some quick cash so we can get as far away from this place as possible. Maybe we could lay low for awhile playing pool and wait until daybreak to leave town.”

“Why wait? The longer we stay in one place the more likely it is that he will find us.”

“Yeah, but if we leave town at night he’ll be able to follow us, and what’s the point of escaping if you’re going to give the bad guy a map?”

Sam stared at Dean’s face and frowned because he knew what had to be done, but he wasn’t going to fill Dean in on the plan, “Okay, two hours betting on pool, then we fuel up and get out of here, fair enough?”

Dean knew he would have to try to get Sam to stay in town the entire night if he was hoping to protect Sam, but he took what he could get for the time being, “Okay, it’s a start.”


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The pool hall was smoky and crowded, but Dean made his way through the crowd to stake out the ongoing games. Sam sat at a table with his laptop doing more research on vamps, while Dean found some poor sucker to play against. It wasn’t long before a large portion of the crowd’s attention was on Dean and his playing ability. He didn’t pretend to be a bad player when he met his opponents. They always assumed that a pretty boy from Kansas couldn’t play with balls other than his own, and that he was a sure thing to beat. Dean would always beat the first man easily, but the other men would challenge him as well just in an attempt to beat Dean.

“Come on now Princess, spot me a ball. Make it a fair game,” the stranger at Dean’s side requested.

“If you wanted a fair game, you should have blind-folded me and tied my arms behind my back,” Dean responded back.

The other men around the table laughed. “That could be arranged pretty boy. I bet you’d look real good all tied up and blind-folded bent over this table,” one of them commented.

Sam rolled his eyes because the typical scenario was once again playing out. He had warned Dean just days earlier that one day one of these hairy men was going to take Dean’s flirting and sarcasm seriously. He got up to stand with his brother, but a tall man in black stepped up to him and blocked his path, “Excuse me. Could you get out of my way?”

Christian stared intensely into Sam’s eyes, “Leave this place. Go out to the car and sleep. You don’t look so well.” Sam stared in silence as the stranger placed his large hand on his shoulder, “Go Sam. I’ll take care of Dean.”

Sam wasn’t sure why but he followed the stranger’s order and left the bar. He headed towards the Impala unable to stop himself. He plopped into the passenger seat, placed his head on the headrest, and closed his eyes. He knew that Dean needed him, but he couldn’t keep his eyes open, and he allowed himself to be lulled into sleep.


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Dean ignored the rude man’s remarks and instead positioned himself for his final move. He sank the nine-ball into the side pocket and reached for the money at the end of the table, “Thank you gentlemen for such a stimulating night, but I’m afraid that I will have to cut this game short.”

“Not so quick you little shit. You come here and hustle us and expect us to take it sitting down?”

“First of all, I didn’t hustle you. All of you guys assumed that I couldn’t play pool. I never came in here and pretended not to be good at pool. Secondly, you’re out of line with all of this Princess and pretty boy shit, so I don’t owe you jack.”

“Well, I think we should get something to compensate for your smart-ass remarks and sarcasm. I’d be willing to take payment out on your ass.”

“Wow, that’s original. Like I haven’t ever heard that one before,” Dean remarked as he turned to leave. Three large men blocked his way. It wasn’t the first time he had been threatened before while playing pool and he wasn’t going to let them intimidate him. “Excuse me fellows, Princess has to leave now. You boys will just have to go home and tie your wives to the bed, or your dogs, or whatever else you prefer to fuck.”

One of the men took a swing at Dean but his wrist was grabbed by a large pale hand and Dean heard the wrist breaking. “I leave you alone for two hours and look at what you’ve gotten yourself into.” Dean was somewhat surprised to see Christian in the bar defending his honor, but he wasn’t complaining. He smiled as Christian proceeded to fight all four men and beat them all to a bloody pulp. Sounds of bones breaking and furniture smashing could be heard throughout the small bar.

“You could at least pretend to help,” Christian remarked as he grabbed a napkin off a table and wiped the blood off of his hands resisting the urge to lick his knuckles clean.

“Now why I would do that? You had everything under control.”

Christian gently grabbed Dean’s arm and ushered him towards the bartender, “This should take care of the damages. I am sorry for the harm done to your establishment.” Dean stared at the wad of money wondering what a vampire did to get that kind of money. Before he could ask, Dean felt himself being dragged towards the back of the bar, out the door, and into the filthy alley.

“Well, isn’t this picturesque,” he remarked in disgust.

Christian ignored the remark, “Tell me Dean, why were you putting yourself at risk in there?”

“Sometimes it’s like that and other times I have no problems…”

“No, I mean why were you playing pool for money when you could have asked me for some?”

Dean looked around the alley looking for signs of company, “Where’s Sam?”

Christian stepped closer to Dean forcing him to back himself up against a wall, “Your meddlesome brother is in the car asleep. Answer my question.”

“I didn’t know I could get money from you. It’s not like I was prostituting myself. It was just pool.”

Christian placed his hands on Dean’s shoulders, “If I had not shown up they would have made you their whore for the night. It is stupid to take such risk.”

“We needed money. It’s a chance I have to take,” Dean defended.

“It’s the last game you play. From now on, if you need money you will get it from me. Is that understood?”

Dean felt himself being manipulated again. “Yes Father!” he sneered.

Christian slapped Dean in the face hard enough to bust his lip, “I am not your father, and you will not take this tone with me again.”

Dean wiped the blood of his lip and chin, “Hit me again and I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Stake me? Burn me with Holy Water? You can’t lift a finger against me and you know it. You are mine and you might as well get use to that idea.”

“I don’t want to be yours. I just wish you would take a walk out on a sun-covered beach and…”

Christian slapped Dean harder and picked him up by his neck. He shoved him up against the cold brick wall smiling in satisfaction as the back of Dean’s head made a thud against the wall, “I’m afraid that you will have to be punished for this behavior. You should have let Sammy take you out of this town when you had a chance.”

Dean tried to nudge the clenching fingers from his neck in vain. He was dangling from the wall, his feet swinging wildly attempting to escape the choking grip on his fragile neck. He could barely breathe and Christian ignored the scratch marks inflicted on his hands and wrists by the weak human.

“I should kill you for talking to me this way, but that would be too merciful. Perhaps, I will let you watch me kill your brother instead.” Christian released his grip on Dean’s neck and watched as the human fell to the ground hard. “Get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness.”

Dean gasped for air as he struggled up to his knees. He looked up into the eyes of the creature who had made love to him only hours ago and who was now beating to teach him a lesson. “I’m sorry that I talked to you with such disrespect.”

“More…”

Dean swallowed down his fear and apprehension, “I am sorry that I am so worthless and such a disappointment to you.”

Christian unzipped his black slacks, “More…”

Dean stared up at the zipper in dread, “I deserve to be punished for my transgression and I’ll suffer through whatever punishment you see fit.”

“Very good Dean, but I think that you need to show me how sorry you are.” He smiled in satisfaction as Dean, with shaking hands, pushed the slacks off of his hips and traced the bulge he found behind Christian’s silk boxers with his tongue causing Christian to hiss in pleasure. “That’s it Dean. Show me how sorry you are. Make it good baby.”

Dean ran his tongue up the bulge and gently bit and sucked on the bulge through the boxers. He wrapped his hands around Christian’s waist and squeezed his ass gently enjoying the moans of pleasure coming from Christian’s mouth. He slowly pulled the boxers down enjoying every inch of the exposed skin as it slowly came into view. He licked Christian’s thighs, his scrotum, and his belly, and he looked up into Christian’s eyes as he placed his hot wet mouth on the hard column of flesh. He sucked gently on the tip of the head teasing Christian relentlessly.

“Do you want me to forgive you or not?” Christian warned.

“What do you want then?”

“I want to fuck your face, so that you can get an idea of what those men in there would have done to you if I had not interfered in their plans. Do you think you would like getting face-fucked by those hairy smelly men?”

“Of course not, but you can if you wish since this is my punishment.”

Christian grabbed Dean’s hair and yanked his head backwards roughly, “This is not your punishment. This is an act of contrition and you will pay for your mistake at a later time when I see fit, but I will fuck your pretty little mouth if you don’t mind.” He watched as Dean obediently took his swollen member into his mouth. He grabbed the sides of Dean’s head sharply and began fucking his mouth at a brutal pace. He ignored the gagging sounds of Dean choking on his dick.

“You like this pretty boy? You like getting your pretty mouth fucked don’t you?” Christian did not particularly like treating his fledglings like whores, but rape and submission were a mandatory element in a Sire and Childe relationship if a Sire expected respect and obedience from their Childe. The human’s mouth was scorching hot and Christian knew that Dean would lose that heat once turned, but feeding upon humans would make his mouth hot temporarily, and he planned on having Dean’s mouth service him nightly.

“Are you ready for my seed whore? You want me to feed it to you and send it down your fucking throat?” He heard something that sounded like yes coming from Dean’s mouth, so he closed his eyes and concentrated on the tension in his balls, the hot slickness on his cock, and the sounds of being thoroughly face-fucked coming from Dean. “Here it comes, don’t spill a fucking drop,” he warned as he sent his cold dead seed into Dean’s mouth. He smiled in pleasure as Dean obediently swallowed not stopping until every last drop had been pulled out of Christian’s dick.

He released Dean’s head and looked down into Dean’s hopeful eyes, “I forgive you Dean.” Dean smiled and pulled up Christian’s boxers and pants. He placed a small kiss of gratitude on Christian’s hand when it caressed his swollen lips. “I’m sorry that I had to do that to you, but I wanted to make you aware of what other men would do to you if they could.”

Dean stood up gingerly slightly dizzy, “They won’t be able to hurt me once you change me.”

Christian arched his brow in surprise. He hadn’t expected Dean to talk about the inevitable kiss, “Not in that way. You will of course be vulnerable as are most vampires, but you will be much stronger than you are now. As a matter of fact, tonight was the beginning of your change. Before tonight, I had only tasted your essence and your blood. Tonight you have tasted my essence, and soon you will taste my blood, but you are not quite ready.”

“I didn’t realize that making someone a vampire involved a twelve-step program,” Dean remarked ready for the game to be finished.

“In a couple of nights I will make you my Childe and your greatest fantasies will come true. Now, why don’t you take your sleeping brother back to the motel and get some rest. I will see you tomorrow night. Here is the key to the same room you were in.”

Dean took the key questionably, but he could tell by Christian’s look that it wasn’t wise to probe further into the issue, “Don’t I least get a kiss?”

“No, consider it your punishment. Now hurry a long and try to stay out of trouble.”


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Sam closed the motel door loudly returning from the coffee shop down the street, “Good morning sunshine! Did you sleep well? I slept like the dead. How the hell did we get back here and where are the bags? Do you want some coffee? I got you a croissant too.”

Dean pulled the sheet off his head and moaned, “Jesus Sam, let me at least wake up before you start asking me a bunch of questions. You know I’m not a morning person.” He sat up gingerly and took the cup of coffee offered by his brother, “Thanks, and why the hell are you so hyper this morning?”

Sam watched as Dean greedily drank his coffee. He always was a coffee junkie in the morning, “Like I said I got lots of sleep last night. The last thing I remember is you getting ready to be pounced on by those four guys at the bar. How did that work out for you and why are we still in the clothes we wore last night?”

Dean sucked the coffee down wishing he had a whole pot to prepare him for twenty questions with Sam. “I talked the guys down as usual, bought them all a round of drinks, and turned their frowns upside down. When I went to the car, you were sleeping and I didn’t want to leave town until this morning when it was supposedly safer. So I brought us back here and didn’t bother getting us undressed.”

“And the motel manager was cool letting us back into the room?”

“Yep,” Dean lied finishing up the cup of coffee.

“So you’re ready to leave then?” Sam asked watching Dean closely.

“Well…I heard that there was a possible haunting in the next town over. We could investigate it…and…and…what was I saying?”

Sam stared in anticipation waiting for the drug to completely work its magic, “You were talking about a haunting.”

Dean couldn’t understand why he was seeing Sam and his twin on the other bed, “Sam…when did you get a…Doppel…Doppelganger?”

Sam laughed at his brother’s apparent confusion, “Dean, that’s not a Doppelganger sitting beside me.”

“Is it a shape-shifter? Is he going to start psycho…psycho…psychoanalyzing me like mine did you?”

“Dean, just relax and close your eyes. This will all be over with before you know it,” Sam pleaded as he watched Dean swaying on the bed. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the large dose of Seconal took effect. He had slipped enough in Dean’s coffee to make him sleep for many hours. Hopefully long enough to get far away from Christian’s influence.

“Did you drug me? Dean slurred.

“No, I think you’re really tired. Lie down and go to sleep.” Ironically, he thought about the vampire’s ability to make him sleep so easily, and he wished he had the same power over his brother without having to resort to drugs. Dean was going to so kick his ass when this was all over with. He watched as Dean closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep letting out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. He lifted Dean up onto his shoulder and carried him out to the car into the safety of the bright morning sunshine.

He placed Dean in the back seat of the Impala, covered him with a blanket, and placed the bags in the front seat. He grabbed his weapon of choice and charged at the neighboring motel door. He kicked in the door, aimed the crossbow at the bed and fired a sharp stake into the air hoping to pierce the unsuspecting vampire in the chest. He was disappointed to find the bed empty and thought about going into the bathroom or closet to kill the vampire, but he knew that if he failed and was killed by Christian then Dean would be doomed.

“If you’re in there you chicken shit stay the fuck away from my brother or I will stake your old ass, and don’t even try to connect with him telepathically because I have disconnected that line of communication.” He waited a moment for a response, but when he got none he headed back out to Dean. He listened as the Impala roared to life and he put the car in drive and headed out of Gainesville wishing they had never come to this shit town. He looked at the sleeping Dean through his rearview mirror hoping for a miracle. He didn’t have a clue where they were going as long as they were getting away from the Christian and his deadly game of temptation.


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