Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part VII
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 VII 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.
5.No copyright infringement was intended for the use of Bauhaus’ Bella Lugosi’s Dead.

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Spokane, Washington-One week later

Sam was drowning and he flapped his arms around desperately reaching out for Dean. Why wasn’t his brother helping him? Why was Dean just staring at him ignoring his calls for help? “Dean, please help me.”

Dean tilted his head slightly to the side and inspected Sam with curiosity, “Why would I want to do that?”

Sam frantically started swimming towards the shore of the small pond, but something was beneath him holding him in place. He struggled to keep his head above water and fought for every last breath, “Dean, for fucks sake, help me! Why are you letting this happen?”

Dean smiled softly, “Because I can and because he doesn’t want me to help.”

“Who?” Sam screamed.

“You know who,” Dean answered turning his back on Sam and walking away from the pond and his drowning brother.

“Dean!” Sam begged, “You can’t leave me like this.” Sam watched in horror as Dean continued to walk away leaving him to die in the dark depths of the unknowing water. He struggled to free himself from the force that was holding him in the place, and he began to panic as he realized that the water was turning red. The unmistakable aroma of blood filled his nostrils and he felt himself being pulled down once again. He struggled to maintain control over his emotions but the blood filled his mouth and burned his eyes as his head dipped below the water-level. The cold grasp of something dark and evil was unmistakable. Despite the thick blood surrounding him, Sam opened his eyes in an attempt to see the presence which held him in place, and what he saw was the face of his brother…

“Dean!” Sam yelled out in shock.

“I’m right here. You don’t have to yell.” Dean replied looking at his brother in concern. “Another nightmare?”

Sam took stock of his surroundings realizing that he was safe in their Spokane motel room and not in a bloody pond being murdered by his own brother. “You could say that,” Sam replied sitting up and looking over at Dean’s bed.

“Was it about Jess?”

“No,” Sam softly answered throwing his long legs over the side of the small bed and placing his feet firmly on the dirty carpet. “It was about me.”

Dean rolled over onto his side and focused his attention on his brother, “What happened to you?”

Sam debated over telling Dean the truth, but he knew that Dean would overreact to his role in Sam’s so-called drowning. “I was being chased by some lizard looking thing and it was trying to eat me alive.”

Dean looked doubtful, “A lizard looking guy?”

“Yeah, it wrapped its tongue around my waist and started pulling me towards its mouth and then I woke up.”

“So…you mean to tell me that some lizard dude wanted to make you a Sam a la carte and you woke up screaming my name because?”

“Because…umm…you were busy fighting this really hot chick in leather and you weren’t paying me any attention,” Sam quickly improvised.

Dean shook his head in disbelief, “A hottie in leather and I was fighting her? Dude…you were so dreaming about Dark Angel.”

Sam laughed lightly, “You think? I guess the chick could have been Max and the lizard guy was…what was his name again?”

“Mole, did you see a dog boy?”

“No, Joshua wasn’t there probably because he was too busy painting portraits of Alec or Annie.”

Dean ran his hands through his hair attempting to wake up, “Dude, your dreams are really warped.”

“Well, we can’t all dream about sex every night like you,” Sam commented.

Dean threw his legs over the bed quickly and walked towards the bathroom hastily, “Trust me Sam, I wish I would never dream about sex again.”

Sam realized his mistake too late, “Dean, I didn’t mean to sound so envious. It’s been over a week do you think we’ve lost him?”

Dean had not felt Christian’s presence since leaving Arkansas, but he wasn’t counting Christian out of the game just yet. “I have no idea,” he simply remarked closing the door to the bathroom a little harder than necessary. Dean getting pissed over the small things had become common practice since Roosevelt; especially once Christian appeared in his life.

Sam closed his eyes in frustration but instantly saw the image of Dean’s face in the bloody pond holding him down, drowning him, killing him. “Where the hell did that come from?” he asked himself. He opened his eyes and looked over at Dean’s empty bed. Their lives had been uneventful over the last week with the exception of driving to a different town each day. They had seen Twin Falls in Idaho, Silver Lake and Portland in Oregon, and Tacoma and Spokane in Washington. They had practically worn the Impala out, and they had decided that they would stay in Spokane for a few days to allow the car and their weary minds a chance to rest.

Dean had stopped having the dreams about Christian, while Sam’s nightmares had returned. The renewed dreams were as vivid as ever, but they had shifted from Jess to Dean for some reason. He assumed that his subconscious mind was fearful that Dean would turn against him if Christian had his way, but his conscious mind knew that Dean would never purposely hurt him. Of course, he was sure that Dean had never guessed that Sam would shoot him at Roosevelt Asylum and yet he did with absolutely no remorse. Their relationship had been strained for months and Christian had only made matters worse.

Sam’s stomach growled and he looked at his watch. They had both taken a nap and it was now 6 PM. He had wanted to go to the public library and do some research on a strange creature that had been spotted around the streets of Spokane at night, but he knew that they would be closing shortly. He got up and walked over to the bathroom door and knocked, “Hey, I want to get to the library before they close. Could you hurry up in there?”

“Fuck off,” Dean replied turning the shower on full blast.

Sam rolled his eyes in aggravation, “Dean, you just took a shower this morning. Why are you taking another one?” He waited for an answer but received none, “Dean, hurry up and come grab a bite to eat with me and then we can go research.”

“Leave me alone Sam. I don’t want anything to eat, and I sure as hell don’t want to go to some stuffy library on a Friday night to research.”

Sam banged on the door, “Hurry the fuck up and get out here. I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“I can take care of myself Sam. Go have fun with your books but take a cab because I need the car.”

Sam turned away from the door in annoyance, put his jacket on, grabbed the keys to the Impala and stormed out of the room. There would be hell to pay later, but he had to get away from his brother for a few hours. He started the engine and it roared to life. He half expected for Dean to come running out of the motel with a towel clinched around his hips threatening to cause him bodily harm for taking his precious car, but Dean made no such appearance. Dean had been more like himself over the past week but there was still some hostility over being drugged, kidnapped, and taken away from the master vampire. Dean tried to pretend that all was forgiven, just like at the asylum, but Sam knew better. Dean had a habit of pushing issues to the back-burner but eventually those issues would come back and burn Dean or sometimes even Sam.

He backed out of the parking space and slowly pulled the car onto the main road determined to find a good place to eat and a quiet library where he could finally get some peace and quiet away from Dean.

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Dean took his time showering hoping that Sam would not be there when he got out. “That asshole had better not take my car,” he mumbled to himself as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair. He loved his brother dearly, but the resentment and anger were building up inside and he feared that he would snap eventually. They needed some time apart, and even a few hours of peace would be much appreciated. To say that they had been stepping on eggshells around each other since Roosevelt would have been putting it nicely. Everything Sam said or did irritated Dean, and he couldn’t bring himself to forgive Sam for shooting him. He knew that Ellicott had caused Sam to snap, but the anger and hostility had been real, and it had been underneath the surface for months waiting for an excuse to come out. Dean felt betrayed and he had had lost some of his trust for his little brother and Christian’s influence had not helped matters. Dean appreciated that Sam had cared enough to drag him away from the vamp but in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but to wonder if staying with Christian and leaving Sam would have been the better situation for the both of them.

He has been terrified of Christian but he missed being needed and wanted. Sam never needed or wanted him and neither did his dad. He had spent months on the road with Sam but he had never felt so lonely in his life. All they ever did was bicker with each other and fight over who had the largest ego. Sam always shot off at the mouth about their dad and Dean always felt the need to come to the older man’s defense, which of course, reinforced Sam’s belief that Dean was a perfect soldier boy who always followed Daddy’s orders. For the thousandth time, he wondered what life would have been like if their mother had not died. What would the touch and care of a mother feel like? Would he be a different person? Would he be married with a real job? Dean shuddered at the image of him having a wife and kids and a dog with a picket fence; living the normal life that Sam so desperately craved.

Dean turned the water off and toweled off quickly before stepping out of the tub onto the towel on the floor. He walked over to the mirror not surprised that it was fogged up. He grabbed a rag and wiped away the condensation, “Sammy, you better have a cab coming for you. I was serious about you not taking my car.” He listened for a response but received none. He doubted that he had been in the shower long enough for Sam to get a cab, which meant that his shit head brother had taken the car anyway.

“That fucking prick,” he said through clenched teeth. He opened the bathroom door quickly to verify his suspicions about Sam and instead found himself facing a very pissed off Christian. He reflexes reacted instantly and he jumped back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut, but Christian’s reflexes were even faster. He stopped the door with his hand and reached for Dean with preternatural speed and strength.

“You weren’t planning on running away were you Dean?” Christian sneered as he captured Dean around the neck. He lifted Dean’s feet off of the floor and threw him onto the vanity. “Because I would hate to have to chase you down again,” he warned standing in between Dean’s spread legs.

Dean struggled to breathe as the grip on his neck tightened. “I…I…” he attempted.

Christian shoved Dean’s head into the mirror enjoying the sound of the mirror smashing with the impact if Dean’s head. “Oh let me guess, you weren’t planning on running right?”

Dean squeezed his eyes shut in pain when his head smashed the mirror, and he gasped for air and clawed at Christian’s hand, “Please…”

“Please what? Let you go so you can lie to me again?” Christian asked ripping the towel from Dean’s body. “I came here to kill you, but looking at you like this in pain and begging is making me really hot for you.” He traced his free hand down Dean’s thigh, “Maybe I should I should fuck you to death instead.”

Dean’s eyes opened in horror and he began to struggle in earnest, “Don’t,” he managed to squeak out.

Christian released the hold on Dean’s neck, “It looks like I am going to have to train you all over again. Who is in control?”

Dean massaged his bruised windpipe, “I am.”

“Defiant as ever,” Christian smiled. He truly did appreciate Dean’s spirit but even the strongest spirit could be broken. He reared back and slapped Dean across the mouth causing the mortal’s mouth to fill with blood. He grabbed the back of Dean’s head and yanked his hair hard, “Who’s in control?”

Dean’s neck felt as if it would snap in half from the pressure, “I don’t know…Santa Claus?”

Christian continued to hold Dean’s neck backwards in the awkward position and leaned down so that he could lick the blood off his Dean’s lips. “Your defiance is delicious,” he whispered into Dean’s ear.

“Glad you’re pleased,” Dean replied straining to pull his head away from Christian’s grasp.

“You’re brother will have to pay for this setback. I’m going to have to start all over with you again.”

“What can I say? It’s a pain in the ass to house train new pets.”

Christian released Dean’s head and slapped Dean hard across the cheek, “That’s enough out of you!” He unzipped his pants, and pulled out his hard erection, “Let’s see if I can make you scream.”

Dean was filled with fear and dread at the violation to come, but he could not back down, “Pissed because I’m not going to roll over like a good little puppy and take it up the ass?”

Christian pulled Dean’s hips closer to the edge of the vanity and lined his cock up with the Dean’s dry entrance, “Actually, I’m having quite a good time, aren’t you?” he asked as he mercilessly shoved his cock up inside the mortal’s tight hole. Dean’s scream was immediate and he covered Dean’s mouth with his hand. He could feel Dean’s vulnerable inner walls tearing as his dick viciously attacked.

Dean’s screams of agony stirred Christian on and he laughed when Dean attempted to bite his hand, “Hungry baby?”

Dean looked at Christian in hatred even as his eyes filled with tears of pain and shame. He attempted to push Christian away, but he was no match for the vampire. He tried to kick him away, but Christian held him close with his free arm wrapped around Dean’s waist. Their previous encounters had been painful at times, but none of them could compare to the burning ripping sensation he felt at the moment. He let his body relax so that the pain would become more bearable.

Christian slowly removed his hand from Dean’s mouth confident that the worse of the pain was over, and instead used both of his hands to pull Dean’s legs farther apart allowing him better access. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he moaned as he watched his blood-covered cock pumping in and out of the boy’s broken body. “I love it when you give up…let me break you.”

Dean’s head and shoulders were pushed hard into the mirror and he rested on his elbows while his legs and thighs were held apart by Christian’s powerful arms. He closed his eyes willing the pain away as Christian impaled his helpless body on his large phallus and his own dick began to react to the stimulation of his abused prostate. He bit down on his bloody lip trying to hold in the moan of pleasure that threatened to escape. He refused to give Christian the satisfaction.

Christian noticed Dean’s hardening organ and reached for it, “I knew you would get off on this.”

Dean looked at his rapist and sneered, “I hate you but at least you want me.”

Christian smiled in understanding. He knew that Dean’s life been hard and challenging, “I do want you Dean. I want you forever.” He sped up his assault on Dean’s hole intent on fulfilling his satisfaction. He continued to grip Dean’s cock tightly jerking it off in time with his on thrusts inside Dean’s body. It wasn’t long before he felt Dean’s inner walls gripping him firmly milking the cum out of his leaking cock. He jerked in pleasure as his seed was swallowed up by Dean’s greedy hole.

Dean closed his eyes as his own dick squirted white creamy spunk onto his flat stomach, “I fucking hate you.”

Christian knelt down between Dean’s legs and began licking his dead seed from Dean’s abused hole. The taste of blood mingled with his seed made him instantly hard and he began stroking his cock again with his own hand. He heard Dean moaning in pain as his tongue penetrated the torn tissue and devoured the blood and cum that had been deposited on the inside. He pulled away and watched as the puckered entrance squeezed and released involuntarily causing the fluids to come dripping out of Dean’s heat. He licked up every drop of the sweet bloody nectar, as he pumped another load of pleasure out of his own dick.

He stood up gingerly staring out the exhausted mortal who stared at him in dread, “Don’t worry sweetness I’m not going to fuck you again, at least not at the moment. You will need a chance to heal before I can take you again.”

Dean struggled to sit up all the way on the vanity wincing in pain, “I hurt all over.”

Christian grabbed Dean’s chin and tilted it upwards, “It was a small price to pay for your betrayal.” Christian released Dean’s chin, cleaned himself off with a rag, and tucked his satisfied dick back into his pants. “I’m afraid your brother’s price will be much higher.”

“You promised you wouldn’t hurt him!”

“That was before he interfered with my plans. You would have already been mine if it weren’t for him.”

“Take me with you now, and we can leave him in Spokane. He’ll never be able to find us,” Dean pleaded.

Christian caressed Dean’s bruised cheek tenderly, “That’s exactly what I had in mind except Sam will be dead before we leave Spokane.”

Dean pulled his face away from Christian’s caress, “I’ll make you miserable when you turn me and you’ll have no choice but to kill me,” Dean threatened.

Christian punched Dean in the face knocking him off the vanity into the floor and into a world of blackness, “It wouldn’t be the first time a fledgling disappointed me.”

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It was 8PM and the library was closing. Sam placed the books he had been using for research back onto the appropriate shelves and headed out to the Impala. He had learned that the unknown creature that had been exploring Spokane was most likely a really hairy man or Bigfoot, and he didn’t really feel up to investigating the case any further. The research had been a waste of time but at least it had gotten him away from Dean.

As he left the library and began his walk across the parking lot, his phone rang for the third time in five minutes. One look at the Caller ID identified it as Dean again, so he sent the call to his voice mail determined to ignore his brother. “I am so not bringing you back your precious car!” He walked to the car fuming about his brother’s attitude. He knew that there would be a huge blowup when he got back to the motel because Dean hated to be ignored, and he hated it even more when people drove his car without permission.

He got to the Impala, threw the laptop into the passenger seat, and closed the door. His turned the ignition and smiled when he heard Madonna’s “Holiday” on the radio. He hated Dean’s music with a passion and any chance he had to listen to something else was intensely pleasurable. Just as got ready to put the car into gear, the radio cut off. He turned the buttons and tapped it with his finger, “Oh great, now he’s really going chew me out.” Just as he gave up on the malfunctioning radio, it tuned back on to another one of his favorite songs…


White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead

The hair on the back of Sam’s neck stood up in warning but it was too late. He felt the icy hand grab his neck from behind and squeeze. Sam looked into the rearview mirror and saw a pale man dressed in black with blue eyes and raven black hair, “Christian?”

Christian smiled showing his large fangs, “Hello Sam, I thought that we should have a chance to get to know each other better. Wouldn’t you agree?”


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