Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part VIII
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: The prey is captured
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 VIII 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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Dean frantically redialed Sam’s cell phone hoping to warn Sam of Christian’s intent, but his stubborn brother refused to answer the phone. “Damn it Sam, answer the fucking phone.” Dean knew that by the time he caught a cab to the library it would be too late for his brother. He could only hope that Sam had taken precautions and that he was paying attention to his surroundings.

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Sam swallowed hard in fear as Christian’s fangs crept closer to his neck. He mentally cussed himself for being preoccupied with his frustration with Dean rather than paying attention to his surroundings. He had doomed both of them with his careless mistake. He would be killed and Dean would be made to suffer for eternity.

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Christian looked at the fragile neck in his hand fascinated by the throbbing vain that carried Sam’s precious blood. Killing the mortal would be so easy, but quick and easy wasn’t what Sam deserved for his meddling. Dean would be his despite Sam’s interference but not until he taught Dean a lesson about defying his master’s wishes.

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Dean stared at his blood on the bathroom vanity and the mirror that had been smashed when his head had been slammed into it by Christian. He felt the back of his head with his hand and felt moisture. He looked at his hand not surprised when he saw the crimson red of his own blood. He looked into the damaged mirror and saw bruises on his neck from where Christian had choked him and on his face where Christian had hit him. The vampire had hurt him before but never so thoroughly. He realized that an eternity with Christian would be nothing but pain and submission, and he wanted nothing more to do with the vampire, despite the obvious attraction and desperate need. He cursed himself for being so weak-minded and so easily manipulated knowing that he had condemned Sam to death and himself to life of killing and misery.

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Sam stared at the vamp in the mirror wishing that he had some holy water or a stake stashed under the seat, but all of his weapons were inside the trunk, and he knew that the vampire would never let him get out of the car.

“You smell nervous,” Christian teased.

“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked ignoring the vamp’s question.

“I’m assuming he’s at the motel nursing his latest injuries.”

Sam clenched his fist in anger, “What did you do to him?”

Christian bent down and licked Sam’s neck suggestively, “Don’t you mean what you made me do to him?”

“I didn’t make you do anything to him you sick bastard!”

“You made him defy me. You set his mind against me.”

“You manipulated him into thinking that you cared about him…”

Christian squeezed Sam’s neck harder, “I only give him what he needs!” Christian watched as Sam clawed at his hands attempting to release the pressure on his neck. “It would be so easy to snap your little neck Sam but that’s not the plan.” He let go of the mortal and sank back into the backseat, “Call Dean and tell him to get ready for us to pick him up and tell him not to shower. I want to smell myself on him.”

Sam closed his eyes in shame for allowing a stupid argument with Dean to escalate as it had. Christian had raped his brother again because he had abandoned Dean and left him powerless against the master vampire.

Christian watched the emotions spread across Sam’s face and recognized them as shame and regret. “What’s the matter little Sammy? Realizing that this is your fault?”

Sam ignored the taunt, “What kind of game are you playing?”

“It’s my own original game and it’s called ‘Winchester Torture’. It has a nice ring to it don’t you think?”

“You’re going to torture us?” Sam asked full of dread.

Christian laughed softly, “Sammy, I’ve been torturing Dean for weeks and now it’s your turn. I wouldn’t want the younger brother missing out on all the fun.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

Christian stared at Sam growing uninterested in the conversation, “If you think that you can stall me long enough so that Dean can get away from me you will be sadly disappointed.”

“What do you mean?” Sam asked turning so he could look the vampire directly in the eyes.

“He can’t leave the motel unless I tell him to. He doesn’t know this of course, but I might have suggested it to his fragile little mind while he was out unconscious.” Christian held up his large hand and examined his manicured nails thoroughly, “Let’s call him now shall we?”

“I don’t think so,” Sam defiantly refused.

“Well…I see that defiance runs in the Winchester family, but you do realize that you can’t stop me from taking him away from you. I could just as easily kill you now and go to Dean on my own, but I thought you might want to go with me. That way you would have at least a slim chance of escaping or killing me.”

Sam clenched his teeth in anger but he knew that the vampire was right, so he reluctantly took his phone out and dialed Dean’s cell phone.

Dean answered on the first ring, “Sam, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m in the library parking lot visiting with one of your friends.”

Dean nearly slammed the phone into the wall, “Has he hurt you?”

“No, but he wants us to come by and pick you up.”

“Tell him that I will come with him if he let’s you go,” Dean whispered.

“Dean, I can’t let you do that.”

“This is my fault Sam…”

Christian grabbed the phone from Sam. “Shut your mouth! This is his fault not yours. I am losing patience with both of you. Now, I want you outside ready to go in ten minutes. Am I clear?”

Dean was incapable of refusing, “Yes.”

Christian smiled, “Good, that’s better, and don’t take a shower. I want to smell where I marked you.” Christian’s eyebrows arched in surprise when Dean hung up on him, “That brother of yours certainly has a passion about him.”

Sam smiled in acknowledgement, “Dad always said that Dean got it from our mother, and he got her looks too. I use to think that he was so lucky to have so many of her traits but now I’m beginning to think that it’s a curse.”

Christian yawned in boredom, “Well, as fascinating as your family history is, I’m afraid that it is time for you to drive us to the motel.

Sam reluctantly turned the key hoping for once that the Impala would let him down, but like clockwork, she started up immediately eager to head down the highway. As he pulled out of the parking lot onto the main road, he wondered what the odds were that they would encounter Blade, the fictional Daywalker who never let a vamp get him down. Blade always had the perfect weapon and the perfect aim when facing a room full of vamps, but Sam knew that the magic of Hollywood had no idea what it was like in the real world. Vamps in reality were never easy to kill and the rules of engagement and weapons of choice were never consistent.

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Dean waited anxiously outside the motel waiting for Sam and Christian to arrive. He knew that weeks of Christian chasing him had finally come to an end. He knew that by the end of the night he would be either dead or turned into a vampire, and he would prefer death over spending eternity with Christian. He had thought about putting a bullet through his head, so that Christian would never get a chance to turn him, but he knew that Christian would take his anger out on Sam. For the first time in weeks, he thought about killing Christian. The violence of their latest encounter, along with Sam’s life being threatened was the final straw. The problem with older vamps was that you never knew what would kill them without some experimentation. Christian was different from any other vampire they had ever encountered. Not sleeping in a coffin was not unusual, but Dean had never heard of a vamp that had a reflection in a mirror. He had no idea if the traditional methods would work on Christian. Some vamps could be killed with silver bullets, which would be very convenient at the moment. Others could be killed or slowed down with holy water, crucifixes, and garlic. Even sunlight and fire didn’t kill them all. The only sure weapon that existed for older vamps was a combination of staking, decapitation, and fire, and Dean had no idea how he or Sam would be able to kill Christian before he killed them both; especially when all of their weapons were in the trunk of the Impala.

Dean saw the car pull into the parking lot and watched Sam through the window as the Chevy came to a stop in front of the motel room. He could tell by the look in Sam’s eyes that he too was worried about how they were going to get out of the situation alive. He could also see Christian in the backseat watching him intently, while he traced his fingers slowly up and down Sam’s neck. It was a simple but effective warning, and the passenger back door opened in invitation.

Christian admired Dean’s chosen wardrobe with obvious lust. Dean was wearing jeans, a red dress shirt not tucked in, and a navy blue jacket with the collar pulled up around his neck. Such a simple outfit; yet it stirred Christian’s sexual appetite. “Get in Dean.”

“Could I get something out of the trunk first?” Dean asked smiling widely showing his perfect white teeth.

Christian couldn’t help but to admire the spirit of the doomed mortal, “What would that be, a weapon of some sort?”

“Honey…I would never hurt you. I just wanted to grab some bottled water out of the trunk.”

Christian smiled, “That happens to be blessed by a Priest?”

“A Bishop actually…”

“Get in the car Dean,” Christian demanded losing patience with the older Winchester.

“Can’t I sit up front?” Dean asked already knowing the answer.

“You’re acting like a child…”

“Isn’t that what you want to make me, a child?” Dean interrupted getting into the backseat and closing the heavy door.

“Not that kind of child I’m afraid. Our relationship will be on an even deeper level than a child and a parent.” Christian put his arm around Dean’s shoulder and pulled him closer so that their thighs were touching. He ran a fingernail down Dean’s neck and whispered seductively into his ear, “You look good enough to eat, and I can still smell my spunk on you. Did any of it dribble down your thighs once you became conscious again?”

Dean turned on the fake charm, “Oh yeah it did…and it got me so hot. I couldn’t stop myself from capturing it with my fingers and sucking them dry.”

Christian didn’t appreciate the fake endearment, “I see you have a slight bruise on your left cheek. Would you like one on your right cheek as well?” Dean smartly kept his mouth shut and stared at Sam instead.

Christian softly caressed Dean’s upper thigh, “Sam, I want you to get onto Interstate 90 East and don’t stop until I tell you to.”

“What if I need gas or I have to go to the bathroom?”

“You have plenty of gas for where we’re going, and I guess you’ll just have to use the bathroom in your pants.”

“Dude, do you know what that would do to my upholstery?” Dean anxiously asked.

“Hush,” Christian demanded squeezing Dean’s thigh firmly. He smiled as Sam pulled the car out of the parking lot onto the main highway towards Interstate 90. Now it was time to start the ‘Winchester Torture’. He turned Dean’s face towards him and gently kissed the full mouth knowing that Sam could see them through the rearview mirror.

“No,” Dean whispered pushing the vampire away. Christian ignored the plea and instead pulled Dean closer to him and forced his tongue down Dean’s throat.

Sam saw the vamp trying to suck Dean’s tongue out of his mouth, and he gripped the steering wheel tightly until his knuckles turned white, “Damn it he said no!”

Christian continued his assault on Dean’s luscious mouth enjoying the anger rolling off of Sam and the embarrassment and helplessness coming from his beautiful Dean. “I’m going to fuck you in your car in front of your brother and there is nothing you can do about it.” He glanced up at the mirror watching Sam watching him assaulting Dean and he smiled and winked at the younger brother.

At that moment, Dean reared back and punched Christian in the face as hard as he could. “I said no!”

“Keep driving Sam,” Christian warned as he violently pulled Dean down onto his back on the seat and slapped him viscously across the cheek. “Don’t you ever hit me in the face again or I will break your fucking neck.” Christian felt the car swerving towards the side of the road and he turned his attention back to Sam. “If you stop this car I will gut your brother and feed you his intestines. Do you understand me?”

“Please don’t do this to him. I thought you wanted him to be your fledgling?” Sam asked desperately trying to stop the assault on his brother.

“Of course I do, but I have to teach him discipline if I hope for him to obey me, but if you push me I will sacrifice him just to break your spirit,” Christian replied holding the struggling Dean down with one hand.

“It’s my fault he’s acting like this. He was perfectly happy with the idea of being your Childe until I drugged him and dragged him away from you.”

“I know that, and you will pay severely for that interference, but at the moment my attention is on your brother, and your attention is on the road.” In less than a second, Christian had flicked a sharp fingernail across Sam’s neck leaving a thin trail of blood, and he held Sam’s head in place and licked the blood off his neck, “Do I make myself clear?”

Sam grabbed the side of his neck in a panic, “Yes.” He pulled his hand back and found only a small amount of blood. He sighed in relief when he realized that the damage had been minute, but he soon tensed in fury when he heard the assault resuming in the backseat. He watched as Christian positioned himself on his knees in the floorboard turning his back on Sam. He wished for anything pointy and made of wood at that moment, but the sharpest thing he had on him was straw from a McDonald’s cup.

Christian enjoyed it when Dean fought him, and tonight was no exception, “That’s it baby, fight me. You know you want it.” He could feel his erection nearly bursting out of his pants begging to be let out so that it could inflict its damage on Dean’s abused hole. He ignored Dean’s whispered refusals and slowly took Dean’s shoes and pants off. “Why you whispering Dean, are you afraid your little brother can hear you?” He twisted Dean’s hips so that they were angled towards his hips, and ran his hands up Dean’s naked thighs spreading them apart. “Afraid he’ll hear you crying like a little girl?” He reached up and ripped the red shirt open sending buttons soaring throughout the car. He ran his hands up Dean’s hips, onto his flat stomach, and up to his nipples. He pinched and twisted them until they were standing firm and erect, “Afraid he’ll hear you begging for it like a horny bitch?”

Dean closed his eyes in shame as his body responded to Christian’s touch and his crude words, “Please don’t do this to me; not in front of Sam.”

Christian caressed Dean’s face and bent down to kiss him tenderly, but Dean refused to return the kiss. Christian looked into Dean’s defiant eyes, “That’s exactly why I have to do this to you in front of Sam. Your insolence will not be tolerated.” He unzipped his pants and pulled out his steel-hard prick and squeezed it firmly.

“I’m still hurting from earlier. I won’t be able to bare the pain,” Dean pleaded.

“Perhaps not, but it will be a lesson you’ll never forget,” Christian warned as he mercilessly impaled Dean on his cock. Dean screamed, arched his back and bucked like a horse refusing to be broken, but Christian held on firmly to Dean’s hips. “That’s it baby…ride me good.”

Sam heard the agonizing scream that came from Dean’s mouth and he clenched the steering wheel with a death grip. He was sure the wheel would be wrenched from the steering rod if he continued to pull and squeeze the wheel imagining that it was Christian’s neck. He could feel the rage inside him causing his breath to become short and quick and his nostrils to flare. He wiped away the tears of anger and guilt that came uncontrollably, while Dean’s screams and moans of pain became unbearable.

“You feel so good Dean…that’s it…clench that greedy hole around my dick.”

Sam felt every muscle he had shaking with the excess adrenaline running through his system. The vampire was deliberately taunting him tempting him to attack. Sam knew that he didn’t stand a chance unarmed against the vampire, but it was taking everything in him not to stop him from hurting Dean. He made the mistake of looking and the rearview mirror and saw Christian looking over his shoulder at him. Christian licked his lips, winked, and continued pumping into Dean’s broken body “Your brother has quite an ass on him. It feels so fucking good.”

Sam slammed his fist into the console several times, “You mother fucker stop hurting him! I swear to God that I’m going fucking kill you!”

Sam’s anger drove Christian over the edge and he pumped his release inside Dean’s body. “That’s it Dean…take it all baby.” He took a moment to clear his head before slowly pulling out of Dean’s body. “Sammy, I didn’t know you were such a voyeur, but it does make sense considering Dean is such a slutty exhibitionist.”

“You’re going to pay for everything you’ve done to him,” Sam warned.

Christian zipped his pants back up, sat back in the seat, and placed Dean’s head in his lap, while covering his naked torso and legs with his jacket. Dean was on the verge of unconsciousness and he could only manage a soft moan of protest of being placed in the intimate position. “Hush, you need your rest Dean.” He ran his fingers gently through Dean’s hair and looked up so that Sam could see his face, “I can’t wait to see you try, but for the time being just keep your mouth shut so your brother can sleep, and keep driving until I tell you to stop.”

“Where the hell are you taking us?” Sam asked.

“Patience Sammy,” Christian smiled as Dean snuggled closer towards him. “It won’t be long now.”


Part IX coming soon
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