Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part VI
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 VI 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.
4.Dreams are in italics.

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Dean had been sleeping for hours in the backseat of the Impala while Sam drove from Gainesville Missouri through the Ozark Mountains, up into Kansas City, and through the flat lands of Nebraska. He stopped only long enough to fuel up and to get caffeine in his system. He knew that it was crucial for him to get Dean as far away from Christian’s influence if he hoped for his plan to work. He had driven for eight hours straight thinking about the effectiveness of his plan and if it was just a short-term solution for a very serious problem. He hoped that keeping Dean asleep through the day would keep Christian’s presence out of his mind, and he was pretty sure that once Dean awoke, they would be too far away for Christian to do any harm.

He looked back at Dean through the rearview mirror wondering how he had allowed Christian to get so close in such a short time. Dean had always been the one who could look evil in the eye and laugh right into its face. He had always had a special knack in pissing off the before mentioned evil with his sarcasm and ultimately causing a conflict, but he always got the job done. How then had Dean allowed himself to be manipulated and seduced by Christian? What was different about this vampire? He admitted that they had only faced one master vamp before and it was not impressively strong, but Dean had insisted that this vamp was very powerful and quite old, but was he strong enough to track the Winchester brothers across the country?

Sam stared off into the distance as he raced across Nebraska on Interstate 80 wishing that he could close his eyes and get some rest, but he knew that he had at least four more hours before Dean awoke from his drug induced sleep and that was when the real fun was going to begin. Sam hoped that he could drive for another four hours and make it across the Continental Divide in Wyoming before all hell broke loose with Dean. Stopping on such treacherous roads to man-handle a pissed off brother was not exactly his idea of fun. If he timed it right, he hoped to be though the Wyoming Rockies before nightfall and ideally Dean would cooperate with his timetable.

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Sam thanked the powers from above that it was not the dead of winter as he passed through the continental divide and the Rockies. The Impala’s engine roared on in protest at the constantly changing elevation, and Sam knew that she wasn’t built for altitude and he could only hope that she would make it through their trek across the country. He had plans of heading into Idaho when they got past Salt Lake City, and he knew that the elevation would be more suitable for the Chevy.

After fourteen hours of sleeping, Dean began to show signs of life as Sam got close to the small town of Little America, Wyoming. The town was nestled into the Wyoming Mountains with the Little America Hotel and Resort being about the only thing worth taking notice of in the small town. The sun had set in the west and Sam pulled over into the hotel parking lot to rest. He saw a sign advertising “The Penguin Grill” and wondered where their meat came from in such an isolated location. The name of the place left a lot to be desired but his stomach rumbled in hunger and he knew that Dean would need something to eat and drink once he fully awoke.

“Sammy?” a sleepy voice called from behind.

Sam turned and faced his brother, “Yeah?”

“Something tells me we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

Sam smiled at Dean’s typical humor, “No we’re not.”

“Any chance I can slap my boots together three times and go back home?”

“You don’t want to go back to Lawrence or Gainesville, remember?”

Dean gingerly sat up pulling the blanket up to his chin, “It is fucking freezing in here. Where the hell are we, Antarctica?”

“We’re in Wyoming.”

Dean arched his brow in surprise, “Wyoming? How long have I been sleeping?”

“Not long enough,” Sam mumbled.

“What?”

“About fourteen hours. We’re about 150 miles east of Salt Lake City in a place called Little America.”

Dean put his hands on his face and massaged his eyes and his forehead. “You do know that kidnapping is a federal offense.”

Sam shrugged, “What can I say? Breaking the law runs in the family.” Dean looked amused, but Sam wasn’t sure, “I had to get you out of there. I’m sorry that I drugged you, but I did it for your own good.”

Dean looked outside his window and noticed the hotel and grill, “Are we staying here the night?” he asked attempting to ignore the whole being drugged incident.

“No, we have to keep moving through the night. We’ll stop once daybreaks again, but we can get a quick bite to eat at the grill if you want.”

Dean took a moment to contemplate Sam’s decision wondering if Christian would bother hunting them down, but he already knew the answer to that question. Christian had made it quite clear that Dean was his and that he would not let go of him under any circumstances. “I’m not hungry, but I could use a cup of coffee if you expect me to drive.”

Sam couldn’t believe that Dean was being so calm about being drugged and dragged away from his blood-sucking boyfriend, “You’ll be hungry once you fully wake up. Why don’t I go and get us something to hold us over, while you go and refresh in the bathroom.”

Dean studied his brother thoughtfully and let his mouth turn to into a slow smirk, “I think I will get my own coffee if you don’t mind, but you can grab me a bag of M&Ms.”

“Okay…but, why are you being so calm about all of this? I mean I drugged you and…”

Dean put his hand up to silence Sam, “Look, I don’t necessarily approve of your methods, but you did what you had to do. You got me out of harm’s way and I think that it is more important for us to concentrate on getting me as far away from that asshole as possible.”

Sam nodded, “You’re right. I think being away from him just for this little bit of time has made a drastic difference in your behavior. You seem to be thinking more reasonable, which is still out of character for you, but it’s better than the moody bitch I’ve been with for the last week.”

Dean laughed, “Well, what can I say? Bitchiness runs in the family, and I learned from the master bitch himself.”

Sam reached over the seat and punched Dean playfully in the arm, “You shouldn’t talk about Dad like that.”

Dean rolled his eyes, “Oh please, we both know Dad has nothing on you.”

“Maybe not, but you sure gave me a run for the title this last week,” Sam joked.

“You’re a bad influence Sammy, but I still love you, even if you did drug me, kidnap me, and drag me across the country.”

Sam laughed lightly, “That’s what brothers are for.”

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Dean looked over at Sam glad to see that he was sleeping. The Impala raced across Interstate 84 on the eastern border of the Great Salt Lake determined to get into Idaho before daybreak. He couldn’t believe that they had been driving for nearly eighteen hours across several states just to get away from a vampire. He knew that his Dad would be disappointed when he learned that they had run away from their troubles. John Winchester never turned his back on evil. He always faced it head on and defeated it easily; yet here were his two boys running away from a fight like two little girls. The shame was almost enough to make him turn the car around and head back to Gainesville, but he knew that Christian would kill Sam if he ever got his hands on him.

He could smell the Impala burning oil from the long and challenging drive, and he made a note to himself to get her oil changed as soon as possible. He didn’t understand why Sam had chosen to head west through the mountains when he could have headed north or east, but he was hoping that Sam’s physic abilities had played a role in his decision. Dean drove for several more hours, waking Sam up from his nightmares. It seemed that getting Sam away from Christian was causing Sam to sleep restless again. For nearly a week he had slept like a baby and his skin had started taking on a healthy glow but now it seemed like all would be returning to normal.

Together, they decided to stop in Twin Falls, Idaho when the sun began to rise. The place was home to the Snake River Canyon and Twin Falls, which were only a few miles away. They checked into the Best Western, who had the cheapest rates, and they barely made it through the door before crawling into their respected beds. Dean didn’t even bother taking off his shoes before he fell asleep. Sam knew that the drug had made Dean groggy, and he was amazed that Dean had been able to drive for ten hours before stopping. Sam looked over at his brother sighing in exhaustion but knowing that he couldn’t let Dean sleep in the same clothes that he had worn for nearly 48 hours. He slowly got off the bed and began undressing his brother. He started with his boots and socks tempted to tickle Dean’s feet but thought better of it, dragged Dean’s jeans off keeping the boxers on, and yanking the covers from underneath Dean’s sleeping body, so that he could cover him with them instead. Dean mumbled in protest as Sam pulled off the grey T-shirt, but he purred in pleasure as he was covered in the warmth of the thick warm covers.

“God, you really are a Princess aren’t you?” Sam mumbled piling Dean’s dirty clothes beside the television stand. He peeled off his own dirty clothes slipping on a clean T-shirt and crawled into his own bed for what he hoped would be a nightmare free rest.

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Dean recognized the deserted road immediately and willed himself to wake up, but the man in black had already appeared on the side of the road waiting for a ride from Dean. Dean gripped the steering wheel tightly in fear but pulled off to the side of the road. “Why are you here?”

Christian opened the door to the Impala and got inside, “I’m always here Dean.”

“The road or in my head” Dean asked as he eased the car back onto the dark road.

“I’m everywhere inside you,” Christian whispered running his cool pale hand down the length of Dean’s thigh.

“You wish,” Dean remarked removing Christian’s hand from his thigh.

“You’re such a stubborn little boy. Haven’t you already learned your lesson about talking so rudely to me?”

Dean slammed on the breaks and the Impala came to a screeching halt, “Listen to me carefully. I won’t you out of my car and out of my fucking mind. I don’t want you!”

“That’s your brother talking. Dean, we both know that you and I are meant to be together, and I’m afraid that you don’t really have a choice in the matter,” Christian clarified placing his hand back on Dean’s thigh.

“I could run,” Dean defiantly suggested.

The grip on Dean’s thigh intensified, “I’ll find you. I already have as a matter of fact.”

Dean clenched in pain as the bruising grip on his thigh threatened to cut off his circulation, “I won’t run again. Sam made me. He drugged me.”

Christian grabbed the back of Dean’s neck and squeezed tightly, “I know he did, and I don’t blame you for running away.” He pulled Dean closer and licked Dean’s bottom lip seductively, “You would never disobey me would you?”

Dean shuddered from the touch of Christian’s tongue on his lip, “No, I would never…”

“You’re such a beautiful liar,” Christian interrupted. He placed his hands on both sides of Dean’s head and began squeezing, “I could pop those lies right out of your pretty little head if I wanted to. Would you like me to do that for you, squeeze your head until it pops and put you out of your misery?”

Dean looked intently into Christian’s eyes feeling the pressure of his large hands pushing against his skull, “Please don’t. I don’t mean to lie to you.”

Christian continued squeezing, “Tell me what you have lied about and I will let you go.”

Dean’s head pulsed in pain, “I woke up and drove farther away from you. I could have turned around or left Sam but I didn’t. I chose him over you.”

Christian released Dean’s head, “And that is exactly the problem. I am the only thing in your life worth existing for. Sam is as a good as dead and you will be mine forever. You shall never choose another over me, or I will break every bone in your sweet body and leave you alone to die.”

Dean nodded in understanding, “Please forgive me. I do want you. I’m just terrified of what I am to become.”

“Soon, you will see what it is like to be a vampire and you will laugh at your mortal fear.” Christian grabbed Dean’s hand gently and led him out of the car, off the road, and into the woods. “Soon, you will be able to see and hear things no human can understand. You will be strong and vibrant with eternal beauty and life.”

“But at what cost?” Dean asked following the vampire further into the woods.

“You already know the cost,” Christian answered stopping in front of a large oak tree. He reached for Dean and kissed him hard taking the human’s breath away. He smiled as Dean struggled to catch his breath. He tore off Dean’s shirt and threw him up against the tree, while he continued to ravish the mortal’s luscious mouth.

Dean reached to touch Christian’s crotch but his hands were slapped away. He ripped his mouth away from Christian’s, “I want to touch you.”

“I don’t care what you want. This is all about what I want,” Christian explained grabbing the front of Dean’s jeans and ripping them off of his body.

Dean stared in amazement as he saw his jeans tossed to the ground. He was left with nothing but his boxers and his boots on, and he knew that the boxers would pose no trouble for the powerful vampire. “Those were my favorite jeans,” Dean complained.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” Christian smiled ripping the boxers off of Dean’s hips. He looked Dean up and down in appreciation as he unzipped his own pants and grabbed hold of his own throbbing organ. “Get me wet,” he ordered pushing Dean down to his knees. Dean grabbed hold of Christian’s cock and licked it tenderly, “I know that your slut for my spunk in your mouth but don’t get carried away. I’m coming in your ass this time.” Dean took the phallus in his mouth and concentrated on getting it wet and hard. It was obvious that there would be no lube or preparation for him, so he took his time getting Christian’s cock soaking wet.

Without warning, Dean was shoved up against the tree, lifted into Christian’s arms, and was impaled in one firm thrust on Christian’s steel-hard prick. “Oh fuck! That fucking hurts,” Dean exclaimed as his knees were thrust up towards his chest and his back was scraped up against the tree bark.

“You know you like it my little slut. You like the pain and the pleasure that I can give you.” Christian explained as he used Dean’s body for pleasure. He fucked Dean brutally hard enjoying the moans of complaint coming from Dean. “Shut up Dean. You deserve this punishment. This will remind you never to leave me again.” He shot a load of semen into Dean’s body barely stopping to catch his breath before he began pumping into the human’s frail body once again.

“Please stop! You’re hurting me Christian,” Dean begged as he felt the dick inside him swell again.

Christian ignored the pleas and instead continued to abuse the helpless mortal’s tight hole over and over again. Each time he pumped his seed into Dean he would continue pumping until he hardened again. “You’re so fucking full of my cum…you’re so hot and wet…like a sweet little pussy.”

“No…don’t say that. I am not a girl,” Dean cried.

“You’re pretty like one, and you’re all sweet tasting and soft. You know you like me fucking you like a whore, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t like this.”

“Liar,” Christian whispered as he continued to violate the perfect body in his arms. He arms and hips were sore for his effort, but being a vampire did have its advantages, so he used Dean’s hole until it began to bleed from the overuse. He pumped one last load of semen into Dean’s body and released him. He amusingly smiled as Dean fell to the ground hard and curled up into a protective fetus position. “I told you to never lie to me again, and you’ve already done so. What will I ever do with you?”

Christian took off his long coat and tossed it to Dean, “Put this on so I can get you back to the car. I’m afraid you’re punishment is not quite over with.” Dean stood up with Christian’s help and put the long black coat on attempting to stop the uncontrollable shaking. He walked slowly and awkwardly through the rough forest terrain falling twice because of the intense pain throughout his body. Christian made no attempt to help him and only waited patiently for Dean to get up and continue walking.

Once they got back to the Impala, Dean was on the verge of passing out, but he watched wearily as Christian headed towards the trunk, “I have a surprise for you my sweet.” Dean watched as the raven-haired vampire opened the trunk and grabbed a bound body. Dean’s eyes opened in shock as he recognized the gagged and bounded human as Sam.

“No! Please don’t hurt him!”

“I warned you about running away and lying to me,” Christian informed Dean holding Sam’s struggling body close to his own.

“I’ll do anything you want. Please don’t…”

“I’m sure you will, but not until this pest is out of the way,” Christian viciously tore into Sam’s neck splattering blood all over Sam’s shirt and onto Dean.

“No!” Dean screamed as he saw the blood spurting out of Sam’s neck and filling Christian’s mouth.

“Not as tasty as you, but he’ll do…” Christian smiled showing off his blood-soaked teeth.

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“Sammy! No!” Dean screamed. He sat up quickly and surveyed his surroundings.

“Dean, what is it?” Sam asked sitting down on Dean’s bed.

Dean reached out and touched Sam’s face and his neck looking for bite marks, “You’re safe.”

“Of course I am. What’s wrong was it a nightmare?”

“It was him…it was Christian. He killed you,” Dean explained shaking despite the warmth of Sam’s arm around his shoulder.

Sam looked intensely into Dean’s eyes, “Was it a dream or was he communicating with you?”

“I’ve never heard of a vamp that could do that over such long distances. Surely, his hold on me is not that strong.”

“It probably was just a dream induced by fear of what would happen if he found us, but just to be safe, we stay tonight, but we’re out of here by daybreak; maybe towards Portland.”

Dean pulled his knees up to his chest and placed his head on his knees, “I’m sorry I fucked everything up for us. I should have been able to fight him.”

“And I shouldn’t have been so stupid back in New Chester when you suspected that the master vamp was still hanging around the fledglings that he had abandoned. We could have killed him then.”

“Sam, we’ve never faced anything like Christian. He’s able to control are sleep patterns and our thoughts. Do you honestly think that he is going to lie down and let you stake him to death? He’s too smart for that. He’s been around too long to not know how to protect himself.”

Sam considered Dean’s comment, “Then, we’ll just have to be smarter than him, won’t we?” He rubbed the back of Dean’s neck tenderly, “Now, why don’t you go take a shower, shave, and get some clean clothes on. I’m starving.”

“Why do I stink?” Dean asked raising his underarm to smell, “Never mind, don’t answer that.”

Sam watched as Dean got off the bed and gathered his toiletries and clean clothes, “Dude, you stink so bad right now, I think that even Christian would be repealed by your B.O.”

Dean gave Sam an ‘eat shit’ look, “What the hell do you expect me to smell like without a shower for over 48 hours, drugged, kidnapped, and dragged half-way across the country? Hell, even the best of us bitches have those not so fresh moments.”

Sam threw a pillow at Dean barely missing him as he ducked inside the bathroom, “Well, hurry up bitch before I start eating those three-month old Doritos I found in your bag yesterday morning and start projectile vomiting all over the place.” When Sam heard the shower turned on and Dean’s off-key rendition of Black Sabbath’s “Electric Funeral”, Sam fell back into Dean’s bed and smiled hoping that the worst was behind them and that they could get their lives back on track. Having the old Dean back was comforting and he hoped that Christian would stay away and avoid the conflict which would undoubtedly lead to someone or something’s death.


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Christian licked his dead seed from his hand after he had stroked his cock to completeness with the vivid images of the dream he had transplanted into Dean’s subconscious. It was a shame that he was unable to actually touch and abuse Dean in this dream, but it wouldn’t be long before he got his hands on his beautiful liar and his meddling brother. He needed to wait only a few more hours before sunset, and he would be able to leave the safety of the motel and head off to be reunited with his future Childe. He was determined that both of the Winchester brothers would pay dearly for their deceit and that Sam would forfeit his life for interfering in his plans.

Within a few hours, Christian was on the road in yet another stolen car whose owner had suddenly dropped dead from blood loss. He headed west racing towards his impudent little boy and his interfering sibling. He laughed wickedly at the road sign he saw only a few miles down the road:

Evanston 75 miles
Salt Lake City 150 miles

“Well, well, my dear Sammy, it seems that the lines of communication have been reopened, and with any luck I’ll meet up with you by daybreak.”


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