Deadly Temptation

Fort Myers Beach, Florida 6AM

Sam stared at his brother who was resting on the bed with his eyes closed. Just moments earlier he had almost died by Dean’s hands, but his older brother had been able to overcome his vampire nature and had released him from certain death. His hand rested wearily on the crossbow in his lap hoping beyond hope that he wouldn’t have to use it on Dean, but he knew that if the approaching sunrise did not cause Dean to convert back to his human form, he would have to abide by his brother’s wishes and kill the most important person in his life.


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John sat on his bed listening attentively for any sign of struggle in the room next to him. He kept his eyes glued on the clock as the minutes slowly ticked by, and he struggled with the knowledge that his two sons, his own flesh and blood, were most likely going to be lovers if Dean became human again. His heart ached with that admission, and his gut clenched in shame and disgust thinking about the things Dean would allow Sam to do to his body. They were brothers for God’s sake; it was bad enough to accept that his boys were gay or bi-sexual, much less the fact that they were fucking each other. He knew in his heart that once he made sure that Dean was mentally alright, and that he truly wanted to be left alone with Sam, he would have to leave his boys to hunt by themselves. He couldn’t stomach the idea of them together sharing a bed, and he knew that if he stuck around and hunted with them, it would be construed as him accepting them as a couple; and he sure as hell wasn’t going to do that.

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Dean remained still on the bed with his eyes closed listening to Sam’s breathing from across the room. The human’s heart had been racing because of its almost demise, but now Sam was calming down; regaining control of his emotions, and Dean could only wonder what would have happened if he had killed his own brother. In his heart, he knew that he would have turned into a savage beast that had tasted blood for the first time, and he would have killed his father next. He also suspected that he would have killed any human that came across his path. Visions of him covered in human blood flashed before his eyes, and he could feel his fangs descending on their own accord once again.

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Sam looked over at the thick dusty drapes looking for any hint of the approaching sunlight, and he could tell that it was getting lighter outside, but it wasn’t quite time to relax his guard….just a few more minutes to go. A part if him was dreading getting the old Dean back. What if the old Dean didn’t want anything to do with him? What if Dean’s admittance of wanting him just moments earlier was a lie; a trick the vampire was playing so that he could get his clutches into him? Sam had told Dean that he wouldn’t force him and that he wouldn’t take what was not offered, but Sam knew deep down inside that if Dean refused him he would be crushed and might do something drastic.

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John got up from the bed and approached the drapes. He slid them open and looked out into the light grey sky. The sun wasn’t quite up yet, but it would be soon, and John toyed with the idea of going to the boys’ room despite their wishes to be left alone. He wanted to make sure that Dean’s transformation was reversed and to make sure that Sam didn’t do anything inappropriate. His nightmares of late had been filled with visions of Sam and Christian raping Dean in that basement in Greensboro, and his own dream that he had of molesting his own son along with Christian and Sam was downright terrifying. To this day, even after weeks from escaping the hell in that basement, John couldn’t seem to shake off the events that had taken place there. What truly scared him was if he was this damaged from watching Dean’s desecration, then how could Dean ever possibly recover from Christian and Sam’s abuse?

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Dean opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling willing his fangs back into the safety of his gums. He could see the shadows from outside becoming lighter in color on the ceiling, and he knew that the next few moments would hold the key to his fate. Would he still be a vampire that would die by his own brother’s hands or would he transform back to a human only to be tainted once again by his brother’s hands? Could he really allow himself to have a relationship with a man who admitted to wanting to dominate him and use him much like Christian had over the last six months? Could he let the boy he had raised take control of him like that…was he destined to be a slave to another’s desires for the rest of his life? Had Christian broken him so much that he couldn’t say no to Sam if he wanted to?

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“How do you want to do this?” Sam asked convinced that the sun was high enough in the air to do the deed.

“Do what?” Dean replied turning his gaze onto this brother.

“You want to open the drapes and see if the sunlight hurts or do you want to wait and see if you can feel yourself changing?” Sam clarified standing up with the crossbow in hand.

“Which would you prefer? Watching me turn to a pile of ashes or shooting me in the chest with that crossbow?”

“Neither,” Sam simply replied, “but if I have to choose I guess the sunlight thing would be the simplest and quickest way to know if you’re back to yourself.”

“That’s assuming that the sunlight can kill me,” Dean challenged. “We never actually saw any of them in the sun, but we assumed that it would kill them. What if it only burns them?”

“Than I guess you get badly sunburned before I shoot you in the heart,” Sam remarked suddenly snapping open the drapes.

“Damn, Sam! Warn a guy next time,” Dean exclaimed as the room filled with the bright light of the rising sun. Dean kicked off the blanket which was covering his nudity and squirmed away from the light trying to get into the floor. His vampire instincts kicked in as the younger Winchester hovered near the bed with the crossbow pointed at him.

Sam watched anxiously as Dean squirmed around on the bed trying to get the remaining chains off, “Dean, stop fighting it! Face your fear!”

Dean looked up sharply at Sam grimacing as he yanked his broken wrist out from underneath the chain and slunk into the floor hoping the bed would protect him from direct light, “That’s easy for you to say Sam! You’re not the one getting ready to die here.”

“You’re not going to die Dean,” Sam said suddenly filled with confidence. “Look at your shoulder.”

Dean looked frantically at his shoulder which was still unintentionally in the path of the sunlight and he saw that his flesh wasn’t burning. He hesitantly inched out his uninjured arm and slowly slid his hand over the threadbare bedspread allowing the sunlight to bathe his hand in its warmth; secretly disappointed that he wasn’t dying, but grinning in delight for Sam’s benefit. He ran his tongue over his gums feeling for the fangs but felt none, “Quick Sam, cut your hand open and offer me some blood.”

“What?” Sam squeaked. “Are you out of your damn mind?”

“Let’s find out if your blood causes me to attack,” Dean explained to his bewildered brother.

“Hell no,” Sam replied shaking his head adamantly in denial.

Dean tried to will the fangs out but to no avail. “Huh? I can’t believe that bastard actually told us the truth.” Dean didn’t mean to sound so disappointed, but he knew Sam picked up on the tone in his voice.

Before Sam could question Dean’s discontent, his phone rang, “Yeah, he appears to be back to himself.” Sam half-way listened to his father and instead turned most of his attention to his skittish brother who was currently lying half-naked on the puke-yellow carpet. “Yes Sir…he didn’t turn to ashes, and his fangs aren’t working anymore.” He bent down and tossed Dean the blanket and watched as Dean wrapped the blanket around his waist and pulled himself to his feet. He let the crossbow relax in his hand as Dean sat back on the bed and allowed himself to be fully immersed in the sunlight. “I think he needs to rest and get some sleep. I’ll go and get the stuff from the Impala and set his wrist in a splint.” Sam stared intently at Dean’s face worried when he saw regret etched on his brother’s beautiful features, “Yes Sir…I understand that, and I will take care of him I promise. I’ll call you if there are any problems.”

Dean’s shoulders visibly slumped when he heard Sam end his conversation with their father, “So, he’s going to leave us alone?”

Sam put the crossbow on the dresser, walked over towards Dean slumping down to his knees, and placed his hands gentle in Dean’s lap, “Look…all I want right now is for you go and take a hot shower, let me get your wrist taken care of, and sleep as long as you like.”

Dean looked down at Sam’s hands in his lap, “No pressure?”

Sam could sense that Dean was distressed with the idea of being alone with him, “Dean, look at me.” When Dean continued staring at his lap, Sam placed a finger underneath his brother’s chin and lifted it up so that he could see his eyes. He smiled softly when he saw the more familiar moss color in his brother’s eyes, “I told you earlier that we are not going to do anything that you don’t want to do, and I meant it Dean. I don’t want you to be terrified of me or intimidated by me.”

“Terrified is a little too strong, don’t you think?” Dean half-heartedly joked, “But intimidated might be the right word.”

Sam caressed Dean’s now warm face, “I know I haven’t done anything to earn your trust with my behavior over the last few months, but I promise you that I don’t want to hurt you and try to control you anymore.”

“You want to dominate me,” Dean mumbled.

“Only if you want me to,” Sam reassured his brother. “It doesn’t have to be like that though…it can be tender and loving too,” Sam whispered running his thumb across Dean’s plump lips. “Or, we can just be brothers if that’s really what you want,” Sam offered hoping that wouldn’t be the case.

Dean gently pushed Sam’s hand away from his lips and face, “The only thing I know I want right now is a shower and some pain pills.”

Sam stood up allowing Dean the room to stand up as well, “Fair enough.”

Dean walked slowly towards the bathroom, “I need my stuff out of the car.”

“I’ll go and get it,” Sam quickly replied grabbing the car keys off the motel table. Without another word, Sam opened the door and headed out to the car leaving Dean alone for a few moments.

Dean stood in front of the bathroom mirror and toyed with the idea of smashing it to bits and slitting his throat with the shards. He wondered if he would have enough time to bleed out before Sam returned. “Pull yourself together Winchester,” he said softly to himself. “You’re alive…deal with it.” He walked over towards the cramped shower and turned on the water not knowing if there was enough hot water and soap in the world to wash away the filth, depravity, and shame that had tainted his body over the last few months.

Sam quickly gathered the needed supplies from the car and headed back inside the room hoping that Dean hadn’t climbed out the bathroom window or done something even stupider. He knew that next few weeks were going to be difficult for his brother, and he worried for his brother’s sanity; but he also knew how strong Dean could be, and that gave him a sense of hope.

Dean turned towards the door when he heard Sam entering in carrying his bag, the medical kit, and the crossbow still, “What’s up with the crossbow?”

Sam shrugged, “I don’t know. I guess I’m still a bit weary.”

“That’s reassuring,” Dean sarcastically replied grabbing his personal bag from Sam’s hand. He unzipped it and searched for his shaving kit and other needed supplies being careful not to jar his injured wrist, “I swear to God you better not have used all my hair gel while I was gone.”

Sam laughed loudly, “I didn’t you ass, but I did eat all your gummy bears.”

“Fucker,” Dean complained as he walked back into the bathroom. “You better be glad I’m so tired or I would kick your ass right now.”

Sam snickered in amusement, “Sure you would.” He watched as Dean took off his shirt leaving him only in the blanket which was wrapped around his lithe waist. He wanted to touch Dean’s skin, to lick it, to worship it, but he knew how thin the ice was he was standing on at the moment, “When you get finished there will be some pain medicine waiting for you.” He took one more longing look at Dean’s succulent flesh before closing the door giving his brother some much needed privacy.


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Miami, Florida

Alexei held his shaking and confused Childe to his chest caressing Dmitry’s pale cool face, “Hush…it’s going to be okay, you’ll see.”

Dmitry lapped at the droplets of blood that were still oozing from his master’s wrist, “I’ve lost everything.”

“Fledglings can be replaced,” Alexei reassured his injured and nearly drained son. “It’s true that both Sicily and Christian were ideal companions, but you will get past this. You are over 400 years old; you are a true master among our Kind, and you will be strong and get over this loss.”

Dmitry sucked tenderly on his Sire’s wrist grateful that the ancient vampire still wanted him as a Childe after such a colossal disaster. A part of him wanted revenge on the Winchesters, but deep down he knew that Christian was to blame for the mess, and he truly believed that his Childe got what he deserved. It was true that Dean would have been a nice addition to the Clan, but Dmitry now realized that the mortal was never meant to be turned; nor were the Winchesters to be challenged, for they were a formidable enemy.

Alexei continued caressing his Childe trying to offer him comfort and support, “And don’t even think about going after that family. They have proven themselves to be most resilient, and if you do choose to disobey my command, I won’t protect you from their vengeance.”

“Yes Sire,” Dmitry weakly replied.

“Soon, you will be back to full strength and your mental health will be restored,” Alexei began. “You will feel like you old self and we can travel and visit with old friends…get your mind off this fiasco.”

“Go back to the old world?” Dmitry asked softly.

“Yes, Italy perhaps,” Alexei smiled. “I know how fond you are of those stuffy Italian museums.”

Dmitry kissed his master’s chest lovingly, “I’d like that.”

“Then consider it done,” Alexei replied happily. He was determined to help his Childe recover, get back on his feet, and live the vampire life fully once again. “So, we are at an understanding then? No hunting the Winchester’s down?”

“Yes, no hunting them down. I promise,” Dmitry replied licking once again at his master’s wrist, but if they came across him by chance…well, he couldn’t make any promises on what he would or wouldn’t do.

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Dean took a good hour showering and shaving avoiding Sam for as long as possible. Eventually, knowing that he couldn’t hide in the bathroom forever, he stepped out dressed in a pair of black boxer-briefs and a grey t-shirt. He looked at Sam wearily noticing that Sam had put away the chains and had pulled down the sheets for him.

Sam hated the coldness and weariness he felt flowing off his brother’s demeanor, but he knew that Dean had a right to feel the way he did towards him. “Have a seat on the bed, and I’ll have a look at that wrist.” Sam pulled over a chair from the small table and sat in front of Dean and began carefully examining the injured appendage. The wrist was swollen, bruised, and slightly cool to the touch, “We might have to take you to a doctor to get it into a cast.”

“No,” Dean whispered.

Sam knew it best not to argue with his brother for the moment, so he sighed in frustration and began pulling out the bandages and splint. “Fine, we’ll try it this way, but it’s not exactly a finger I’m stinting up.”

Dean shrugged and stared at the wall behind Sam as his brother set the bones in his wrist. He couldn’t even stand to look at his brother feeling an overwhelming sense of betrayal and dread filling his soul. He wasn’t sure why he felt such animosity towards his brother, but he couldn’t stop the negative feelings as they festered in his mind.

Once again, Sam picked up on the fact that Dean was being cold and a tad hostile towards him, but he still tried to engage his brother in conversation. “Are you hungry? Have you even eaten real food in the last two weeks?”

“I should be starving, but I’m not,” Dean jadedly replied still ignoring his brother’s eyes.

“After you rest, you’ll be hungry, and we can go and get a bite to eat at the diner we saw about five miles back,” Sam cheerfully replied wrapping the bandage around the home-made splint he had managed to make. “Some cheeseburgers with extra onions will make you feel better.”

“Sure they will…I’ll just forget it all thanks to some artery clogging cheeseburgers,” Dean snapped finally looking at his brother. “It’ll be like nothing ever happened, right?”

Sam pinned the bandage in place and pushed his chair away from the bed, “I didn’t mean that eating would make everything okay, just give you some energy so that you can start recovering.” Dean sat silently as Sam got up to get him a cup of water and some pain pills. “Take these and get some sleep.”

Dean took the offered pills and the water and did as Sam had directed. Once he had swallowed the pills, he slid underneath the sheets and covered himself up with the thin bedspread. He wanted to not be angry with Sam, but now that the initial cause of his rage was dead, he naturally began focusing on the other person who had hurt him the most over the last few months.

Sam placed the blanket on top of Dean making sure that he had enough warmth, and sat on his own bed pondering the future of his relationship with his brother. An hour ago he had been hopeful of having a loving sexual relationship with Dean, and now he was wondering if they were even going to be able to be brothers again. Dean’s hostility seemed to grow exponentially with each passing minute.

Dean was on his side turned away from Sam, but he could sense the other man was staring, and it made him feel uncomfortable. “Stop staring at me Sam and get some sleep yourself.”

“I’m worried,” Sam began. “I don’t want to lose a brother over this mess.”

Dean’s jaw clenched, “I don’t want to talk right now.”

“But I do,” Sam explained.

“And that’s the problem Sam,” Dean barked turning over onto his back and looking at his brother. “When you want something, you think you have the right to take it or to pressure me into to giving to you.”

“That’s not true,” Sam defensively replied. “You’re just confused right now. You have so much shit going on in your head, and you’re…”

“And that’s why I want to fucking rest!” Dean exclaimed. “I’m too damn tired to comprehend what I’m really feeling right now.”

“I know I’m being selfish,” Sam frowned, “but I’m just scared that I’ve lost you.”

“You know what Sam,” Dean snapped sitting up in the bed. “You have lost me…because you won’t stop forcing me into things I’m not ready for.” He saw Sam gaping in horror at him, “I despise you and I hate you for what you did to me!” Dean saw Sam’s bottom lip starting to quiver, “And at the same time I love you and I want you to be with you.”

“Dean, please let…” Sam began.

“No,” Dean interrupted. “You wanted to hear what I was thinking, remember?” He turned his body so that he could sit cross-legged facing Sam, “With the exception of Christian, no one…and I mean no one has hurt or betrayed me as much as you have over these last few months. I know that Christian used you to hurt me, and you were being manipulated by him, but you still pressured me and made feel inferior and weak compared to you; and you’re still doing it to me.”

Sam could feel tears slipping down his own face from Dean’s painful admission, but he remained silent and let Dean continue on with his confession.

“I feel like you took advantage of me…you knew how fucked I was because of that bastard and his family, but you continued to force yourself on me and intimidated me into submission.” Dean ran his good hand through his hair and rubbed at his aching forehead, “I’ve spent the last two weeks fighting against Christian and the call of the blood, and it was the thoughts of you and Dad that kept me fighting, but now…” Dean paused trying to regain his emotional composure forcing back the tears that so desperately wanted to fall, “And now…I can’t even stand looking at you.”

“But just an hour ago you were wanting me inside you…loving you,” Sam managed to say in a teary voice.

“That was the vampire in me Sam, not the real me. It wanted you to get close so that it could kill you,” Dean reluctantly admitted.

Sam wiped angrily at his face, “So where the hell does that leave us then?”

“At the crossroads,” Dean whispered, “and I don’t have a clue in which direction we should go.” Dean felt some comfort in the fact that seeing Sam cry was painful to watch, “I just know that it’s going to take some time for me to forgive you for what has happened, and for me to start to feel like a man again.”

“You’re still a man Dean,” Sam argued even though he understood why Dean felt like he had lost his masculinity.

Dean stared at his brother in doubt, “We both know that something was broken inside me, and that I am less of a man than I was six months ago.” He looked down at the floor in shame and felt the tears he had been desperately trying to hold back breaking through, “I may act like I’m all tough and joke around, but I’m damaged goods Sam…I’ve spent the last six months feeling like at fuck toy, a piece of ass to be used and violated,…a whore who had absolutely no say-so in what happened to him.”

Sam couldn’t stop himself from getting up and sitting on Dean’s bed placing his arm on his brother’s shoulder, “And I just added to those feelings…I’m so sorry Dean.”

Dean yanked away from Sam’s arm, “Don’t you dare say that to me!”

Sam reached for Dean and attempted to hug him and to make a loving gesture, “I mean it Dean. I fucked up, and even though I wasn’t fully in charge of my urges, I did take advantage of you.”

Dean pushed Sam’s hug off and shoved at the larger man’s chest, “I don’t want to hear this from you…not now!”

Sam knew it was risky, but he reached out for Dean once again and gathered his older brother into a bear hug, “You’re hurting Dean and I get that, but don’t shut me out, please…I want to be there for you.”

Dean struggled to get out of the suffocating hug, but his broken wrist kept him from fighting back as well as he could. In the end, he allowed Sam to hold him, but he didn’t hug him back.

Sam could feel Dean’s tears as they soaked into his shirt, “Just let it out Dean…all the pain and anger and the humiliation, and let me help you though this. Take my strength and know that I will never ever hurt you again.”

Dean was sobbing and trembling uncontrollably and he slowly wrapped his arms around Sam’s back and held onto his brother tightly. He remained silent but he felt the flood gates open, and all the months of trauma and abuse washed over him as Sam held him gently in place.

“That’s it Dean,” Sam crooned gently. “Just let it all out.”

Neither man said anything else as Dean finally broke down and allowed himself to truly comprehend what all he had been through over the ordeal with Christian and his family. Typical Dean had denied the pain for months pretending that he could handle the repercussions of the events that had transpired, but now reality was sinking in…Dean couldn’t get through this alone, and he knew that Sam was to play a pivotal role in his recovery.

Sam let Dean cry on his shoulder, holding him in love and admiration, but eventually he felt Dean’s head growing heavy on his shoulder; and he gently lowered his brother down to the bed so that he could sleep. Dean naturally turned over on his side into the fetal position and Sam lay down on his side resting Dean’s back up against his chest. He pulled the cover over both their exhausted bodies, and rested his head down on the pillow next to Dean’s head. He knew that it would be months before Dean would feel like the man he used to be, and it would take weeks for him to earn back Dean’s trust; but he was determined to prove to his brother that his intentions were honorable, and this time he would let Dean initiate any sexual relationship they may or may not have.

“You’re going to get through this Dean,” Sam whispered into his brother’s ear caressing Dean’s uninjured hand. When he felt Dean gently squeezing his hand back he softly smiled, “We’ll get through this together…I promise.”

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Okay, okay…I know I said that this would be the last part, but we have to have an epilogue, right? Don’t we want to know what happens in the coming months? I didn’t want to force a quick recovery on Dean in this part because that is completely unrealistic…

I want to take this moment to thank all of you who have supported and encouraged me over this long and painstaking; yet rewarding, creative process. To all of you who have always commented and left me feedback, I offer you tons of hugs and kisses. To all of you who have always read the series and have silently supported me, I thank you as well. I would love to hear from all of the readers of this series letting me know how you felt about the ending and what you hope to read in the Epilogue.

Thank you all again! I will have the Epilogue up as soon as possible.


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