Deadly Temptation

Title: Deadly Temptation Part IX
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: Sam and Dean pay the price for their insolence
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, WINCEST
Pairing: Dean/OMC and Dean/Sam
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. I decided to add some Wincest into the mix but it is definitely a forced situation.
2.This is Part IX 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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Sam drove east on Interstate 90 watching Christian in the rearview mirror. He was disgusted that the rapist was caressing the sleeping Dean’s face and hair as if he actually cared about Dean. “How much longer do I have to drive on 90?”

Christian continued stroking Dean’s face tenderly, “You can get off at the Rose Lake exit and head south.”

Sam softly pressed on the brake pedal of the Impala when he saw a state patrol with his lights on speeding up from behind. He gripped the wheel tightly, checked the speedometer for his speed, and determined that the cop was not after him. That was all they needed was for a state patrol to pull them over for speeding and find a nearly naked Dean in the back seat, but the cop continued to race away. Once they cleared the next hill, Sam saw the Rose Lake exit sign, veered off the interstate and headed south as directed.

“You will need to turn right at the first road you see,” Christian ordered attempting to rouse Dean from his slumber to get dressed.

“Why bother getting him dressed?” Sam asked pissed off to no end.

“It’s freezing outside. I wouldn’t want him to catch a cold now would I,” Christian asked helping Dean into his pants.

Sam ignored the vampire and instead concentrated on the road as Christian continued to help Dean with his clothes. He tried to ignore the moans of pain coming from Dean who could barely sit up on his own. “What’s the name of the road?” Sam asked.

“It doesn’t have a name, and I’m afraid that it very isolated, so don’t even think that you can get help or escape.”

Sam turned right as indicated and drove for about three miles down a dirt road until he came to a two-story house sitting at the end of the road. The house was white with hunter green shutters with a brick foundation, and some of the shutters were loose and hanging at an angle. With the headlights still on, Sam could see that the white paint was dirty and chipping in some spots, “Is the best you could afford?”

“If you must know it belonged to an old retired couple, but unfortunately, the couple has disappeared without a trace.”

“I’m sure you had nothing to do that,” Sam remarked sarcastically. “How the hell did you even find this place? It’s not visible from the main road and it’s definitely isolated.”

Christian refused to answer the question, “Get out of the car and stop asking so many questions and help your brother.”

Sam watched as the vampire got out of the car leaving Dean alone in the backseat. Sam reached in and helped Dean to his feet and allowed the shorter man to use his shoulder for support. Dean felt his knees giving out and he felt Sam’s strong arms wrapping around him to help. “Do you want me to carry you?” Sam whispered into Dean’s ear.

Dean closed his eyes in shame at his weakness. He hated depending on anyone for help; especially physical help, but the pain was excruciating. “Just give me a second.”

Sam waited patiently for Dean to recover but the small tremors running through Dean’s body were unmistakable. His bother was shaking in shock from his ordeal, and he wanted nothing more than to take Dean in his arms and tell him that everything was going to be okay, but he truthfully didn’t know if all was going to be okay. They had never been in such an intense situation, and for the first time in his life, he truly feared that they were both going to pay a high price for their transgressions.

Dean struggled and hissed in pain frequently, but he managed to make it to the front door of the house. His red shirt had been ripped opened and it left his chest exposed to the cold Idaho night, but his navy blue jacket kept his arms warm. He shrunk back from Christian when the vampire attempted to grab him by the arm, “Don’t touch me!”

Christian calmly opened the door to the house, grabbed Dean, and shoved him into the house. Dean tripped and fell to the floor banging his knees on the hardwood floor, “You’re so clumsy Dean…I wish you would be more careful. I would hate for you to hurt yourself.” He reached back, grabbed Sam, and pushed him into the house as well. “Welcome to my home Sam. I would offer you a drink, but I don’t think you would appreciate my choice of beverage.”

Sam reached down and helped Dean to his feet, “Not unless you got a dead master vampire’s blood on tap.”

“You want me dead so bad why don’t you go for it? I’m sure there’s something around here that you could use as a weapon,” Christian taunted.

Sam held Dean close to him, “I’m waiting for the perfect moment, and when it happens, I’ll show you as much mercy as you’ve shown my brother.”

Christian shuddered in feigned fear, “I’m terrified!”

Sam rolled his eyes in disgust and looked over his surroundings. The layout of the house was typical with stairs in the center, a dining room on the left and a living room on the right. The hardwood floor stretched into both the living room and the dining room, and the stairs that led to the second floor were located directly in front of the door. Without invitation, Sam led Dean into the living room and helped him to sit down on the couch. “Can I get him some water?”

Christian looked into Dean’s eyes and saw a man who was nearly broken, “No, but you can help him down to the basement.”

“Why do you want us there?” Sam asked feeling panic creeping into his body.

“Well…I’ve prepared a little treat for the both of you.”

“Please don’t hurt him anymore. I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Just keep your hands off him,” Sam begged pulling Dean off of the couch to his feet.

“I’ve never understood you mortals and your need for self-sacrifice. You cannot change what is to unfold here tonight. You are the one who brought yourself into my world, and now it’s time to see what my world has in stored for you.” He pointed his long finger towards the basement door indicating where Sam was to head.

Sam led Dean towards the basement and opened the door slowly flipping on the lights in the process. He looked at the steep stairs that led to the basement, “Are you going to be able to do this?” he asked Dean.

“He’d better or I’ll push him down the stairs,” Christian warned. He laughed as the Winchester brothers practically ran down the stairs in fear of his threat. “That’s better. It’s amazing what a little motivation can do for the both of you.” Christian watched as the brothers cased the basement out for usable weapons, but he had taken the time to prepare the basement, so there were no weapons available for Sam’s use. “You don’t honestly think I would bring you down here so that you could get your hands on a weapon did you?”

“It never hurts to dream,” Dean mumbled. He pushed himself away from Sam and stood up straight staring Christian defiantly in the eyes.

Christian stared at Dean in contemplation and slowly smiled, “There’s that defiance that I find so appealing. Glad to see you haven’t given up completely.” He stepped up to Dean and placed his hands on Dean’s face expecting Dean to flinch, but Dean stood his ground. “Your inner strength is impressive, but I can feel the soft trembles running through your body, and it won’t be long now before you’re broken.”

Dean looked pleadingly into Christian’s eyes and whispered, “Please let Sam go. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”

“Of course you will,” Christian replied placing a soft kiss on Dean’s mouth, “and you’ll have a chance to prove it to me when I’m through with your brother. He shoved Dean away and grabbed Sam’s arm instead. “Let’s get this show on the road shall we?” He pulled Sam over towards the back of the basement, past old furniture and children’s toys, towards a set of chains that hung from the house’s brick foundation. “I know what you’re thinking…torture and chains is so cliché, but it really is the best way to maximize the pleasure when torturing one’s victims.” Sam struggled to get away from the vampire as his wrists were placed into the chains. Sam managed to kick Christian in the groin, but the vampire didn’t even flinch.

Christian was some what surprised when Dean hit him in the back and kicked him in the back of his knees causing his legs to give out on him. He wrestled with the weakened mortal enjoying the little scrimmage on the basement floor. He felt his cock responding to the closeness of Dean’s body, and he pinned Dean down to the floor on his back with his wrists held above his head. “You feel what you’re doing to me?” he asked rubbing his hardened member along Dean’s thigh, “Do you really want me to take care of my needs again?”

Dean looked over at Sam who was held in place by the chains, “If it will keep you away from him.”

Christian sighed in frustration and released Dean’s wrists, “You two are making me sick with all this ‘take me instead’ business.” He slapped Dean in the face enjoying the sight of the blood as it ran down Dean’s chin. “Don’t try to stop me again or I will shove my fist up Sam’s ass and pull his intestines out.” Dean had no doubt that Christian would keep true to his word, so he watched in helplessness as the vampire got to his feet and headed towards his chained brother.

“Don’t worry Sammy. I’m not going to kill you tonight. I’m not even going to hurt you that bad. Tonight is for Dean’s benefit, and I think that you just might enjoy some of it.” Christian ripped open Sam’s t-shirt and ran one hand down Sam’s soft skin. “Little on the skinny side aren’t you?”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to hurt me that much tonight.”

“I never said that I wouldn’t insult you, and besides, it’s just an observation,” Christian explained running his other hand down the side of Sam’s neck.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

“It feels like your feeling me up,” Sam commented.

“What’s the harm in a little foreplay?”

Sam swallowed in dread. “Foreplay for what?”

“This,” Christian warned right before he bit viciously hard into Sam’s neck.

Sam was in sheer agony as the fangs dwelled deep into his skin and in his tissue, “Stop!”

Christian released Sam and looked into the mortal’s eyes, “I’m sorry. I just wanted a taste.” He stared at the vein in Sam’s neck that was swollen pulsating from the invasion, “It didn’t really hurt that bad did it?”

“Hell yes it hurt! You fucking tore into my neck ripping tendons and tissue; not to mention the blood loss!”

“Dean never complains when I bite him…I guess you just have a lower pain tolerance,” Christian teased.

Sam looked over at Dean who was still laying on the basement floor, “Somehow, I don’t think you bite him that hard.”

“Why don’t we see where else it hurts?” Christian suggested right as he bit down firmly into Sam’s left nipple causing tears to flow from Sam’s eyes. Christian held onto the mortal who was bucking violently trying to get away from the piercing fangs and screaming in agony until his throat was raw. Christian let go of the abused nipple watching the blood as it leaked slowly down Sam’s chest and onto his flat stomach. “Do you think the other nipple would hurt as badly?”

“Christian, please stop hurting him!” Dean pleaded getting up onto his feet gingerly.

Christian put a hand up in warning, “Don’t interfere with my plans Dean or Sam will pay a much higher price.” He watched Dean closely gauging his resolve and determined that the human was of no threat. “Now where was I?” Christian asked coyly pinching Sam’s injured nipple until the boy whimpered in pain.

“I swear to God I’m going to kill you,” Sam warned as the vampire once again attacked capturing Sam’s right nipple with his fangs. Sam wanted desperately to close his eyes and escape the pain, but he couldn’t do that to Dean. He had to hold out as long as he could for Dean’s sake. He knew that if he slipped into unconsciousness Christian would torment Dean further. “Is that the best you got?” Sam asked through clenched teeth.

Christian released Sam’s nipple and looked up at the human’s face, “I’m just getting started.” He flicked a sharp fingernail at Sam’s stomach opening up a long thin cut into Sam’s abdomen. A small amount of blood rose to the surface of the wound and Christian licked it away. “I could bleed you to death this way, but I want to save some for Dean.”

Sam stared intensely at the vampire understanding the implication, “So I’m to be his first kill?”

Christian sliced Sam’s stomach with a few more crisscrossing movements of his nails, “Naturally.” Christian looked up at his creation noting the ribbons of blood that escaped the shallow cuts on Sam’s stomach and the blood that dipped slowly from his torn nipples. “You look lovely in red…not quite as good as your brother, but pleasing enough.”

“I’m so glad I meet your approval,” Sam hissed as Christian sliced the skin covering his sternum.

“Come here Dean,” Christian requested patiently.

Dean slowly made his way over to the spectacle feeling guilty over Sam’s condition, “What do you want?”

“Get on your knees and lick the blood off of Sam’s stomach.” Christian watched the defiance form on Dean’s face, “Remember that you promised me that you would do anything to spare Sam’s life…and I don’t like it when people break their promises.” Reluctantly, Dean dropped to his knees and placed his hands on Sam’s jean-clad hips. Christian pushed Dean’s face into Sam’s stomach, “I want you to lick your brother clean. Savor the taste of his blood.”

Sam closed his eyes and tried to think about anything else but the feeling of Dean’s hot tongue licking his wounds clean. He was desperately trying not to respond sexually to Dean’s soft wet caresses, but his cock was betraying him. He opened his eyes and looked down as Dean’s tongue flickered over the cut on his sternum and gently licked away the blood that had clotted on his nipples. He hissed in pleasure as Dean’s tongue snaked baked down to the cut just above his waistband.

“I had a feeling you’d like that you little pervert,” Christian laughed looking at Sam’s face. “I can’t really blame you really. You’re brother is sexy as hell.”

“I did not enjoy that you sick fuck,” Sam exclaimed defensively.

“Really, then why are you hard?” When he didn’t get a response from Sam, Christian placed Dean’s hand on the bulge in Sam’s jeans. “I want you suck your brother off Dean. Make him face the truth about himself.”

Dean shook his head in denial, “Please don’t make me do this…I can’t do that to Sam.”

“You will do it Dean or I’ll fuck him instead, and I won’t be as gentle on him as I have been on you.”

“Gentle?” Dean whispered. He could barely stand or sit because of Christian’s ‘gentle handling’ and he didn’t even want to think about how cruel Christian would be to Sam. With shaking hands, Dean reached out and unzipped Sam’s jeans trying to block out the shame associated with blowing his own brother.

“Hurry up Dean. We don’t have all night,” Christian urged hitting Dean on the back of the head firmly.

Dean sighed in anger because he was tired of being treated like a rag doll. He pushed Sam’s jeans and boxers down exposing Sam’s prick to the cool basement air. Christian had been right about Sam’s condition. The boy was as hard as a brick and Dean felt sorry for Sam. He looked up at Sam and saw the rosy blush of embarrassment spreading across his cheeks and down his neck. “It’s okay Sam. Don’t be embarrassed.”

Christian ran his fingers through Dean’s hair, “Your brother is right Sam. You have nothing to be ashamed of in this situation. It’s not like you’re the only man in history who has been attracted to their own brother. I mean look at him; he’s fucking beautiful.” He guided Dean’s mouth to Sam’s cock pleased when Dean began licking the head. “If anyone should be embarrassed it should be Dean, but he can’t help it that likes sucking cock; even if it is his own brother’s”. Dean tried to pull away but Christian held his head in place, “Put it in your mouth or I’ll choke you on it,” Christian warned. Dean did as he was told and swallowed Sam’s long cock all the way down to the base. He went up and down sucking hard trying to satisfy Sam quickly. Sam’s pubic hairs tickled his nose when he went all the way down to the root and his mouth was assaulted with the slightly bitter taste of Sam’s precum when he sucked on the head.

Christian got down on his own knees and cuddled up close against Dean’s back, “That’s it Dean…suck it like a pro baby, it is fucking hot seeing you sucking your brother’s cock like that,” Christian whispered into Dean’s ear. He unzipped Dean’s jeans and pushed them down to his knees, “Don’t fight me. I’m not going to hurt you this time.” Christian watched in earnest as Dean deep-throated Sam’s dick enjoying the sounds of Dean’s breathing and the popping sound Sam’s cock made in Dean’s mouth. He caressed Dean’s hips teasingly; smiling when Dean got goose bumps on his skin. With one hand he stroked Dean’s dick to life, while he pulled out his own prick with his other hand. He listened intently at Sam’s moans of pleasure and the whispered pleas of ‘don’t stop’ and ‘God, you’re so fucking good Dean’. He continued to stroke Dean to completion as he slid his cock up against Dean’s firm ass. The friction of Dean’s soft skin on his prick coupled with Sam’s moans drove Christian over the edge quicker than he thought possible.

“Fuck yeah Dean…Suck the cum out of your brother’s cock…swallow it like the greedy little whore you are,” Christian begged as he felt his own release explode onto Dean’s lower back and onto Dean’s ass. Dean sucked Sam’s dick quickly eager to get the whole situation over. The heat of Christian’s release being rubbed in by the vampire’s hand sickened him, but he managed to reach his own orgasm because he feared Christian’s response if he didn’t act like he was enjoying himself. His whole body shuddered in pleasure as Christian stoked him to completion. Dean’s milky cum squirted all over Christian’s hand and Sam’s thigh.

Feeling his brother’s sticky spunk flying onto his thigh caused an orgasm to race out of Sam’s prick, “Yes, Dean…fuck…here it comes…oh God don’t stop,” Sam cried as he shot his warm seed into his brother’s waiting mouth. Dean swallowed Sam’s load closing his eyes in shame as the thick liquid made its way down his throat.

“That’s a good boy,” Christian praised as he licked Dean’s essence off his hand. “I think that will be all for you tonight. You need your rest.” He helped Dean to his feet and lifted him up in the air so that Dean could wrap his arms around Christian’s neck and his legs around Christian’s hips. He smiled when he felt Dean place his head on his shoulder in exhaustion.

“What about me?” Sam cried.

Christian held Dean’s body close taking in Sam’s appearance. His pants were still down at his knees leaving his dick exposed to the chilly air and his entire torso was uncovered as well. His cheeks were still rosy red, but he looked satisfied with Dean’s cum on his thigh. “I guess you can hang out here. We’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“Hang out here! Oh, that’s just funny as hell,” Sam yelled at the retreating back of Christian. “Don’t turn the fucking light…” The basement went pitch dark, “off,” he moaned. He hated basements, he hated the dark, and he hated the cold. “This is just fucking great,” he mumbled. He didn’t want to think about what had happened with Dean, and he sure as hell didn’t want to think about what Christian would be doing to Dean tomorrow night.

For the first time in many years, Sam closed his eyes and prayed, “God, I could really use some help here. Haven’t we done enough to defend people from evil? I think it’s time to start getting some rewards for us risking our lives to save others…I mean I know that we’re sinners; especially me with my inappropriate desires for you know who, but couldn’t you see it in your heart to help us out here?”

Sam leaned against the hard cold wall shivering hoping that he could fall asleep standing up; hoping that he could avoid the nightmares for a change, hoping that he could figure out a way to escape, and hoping that he could keep the memories of Dean’s hot mouth on his cock out of his mind forever.

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Christian undressed them both and placed Dean tenderly on the bed and covered him with the comforter. The boy was in bad shape and truly needed to rest from his injuries. He slid in underneath the warmth of the comforter and took Dean into his arms. They faced each other on their sides and Dean’s face was buried in Christian’s neck. Without warning, Dean began shaking uncontrollably and hot tears began falling onto Christian’s shoulder. He lifted Dean’s chin with a finger, “What’s wrong Love?”

“I can’t handle this,” Dean admitted. “Please take me out of my misery,” Dean pleaded.

Even though the room was dark, Christian could make out every detail of Dean’s face, “Are you sure this is what you want…a life with me?”

What Dean really wanted was death, but he knew that Christian would never give him that, but he couldn’t handle the pain and torment any longer, “Yes.”

Christian smiled tenderly and caressed Dean’s cheek, “I’ve been waiting so long to hear you say that.” It had taken nearly a month but he had finally broken the spirit of the most passionate human he had ever known. “Tomorrow night you will wake up reborn to this world, and I promise you that I will give you everything you have ever wanted.”

“Will it hurt?” Dean asked dreading the idea of anymore pain.

Christian wiped the tears from Dean’s face, “I will make it as gentle as possible.” Christian placed his lips lovingly on Dean’s lips and was pleased when Dean returned the kiss with enthusiasm. He licked Dean’s lips and sucked on his bottom lip. He continued to kiss every inch of Dean’s face until he was at the most delectable part of Dean’s neck. He had never felt such emotion for any of his other fledglings, and he nearly cried himself when his fangs slowly and carefully pierced the skin of Dean’s neck. Dean hissed in pain but it was quickly replaced with an undeniable pleasure as Christian sucked tenderly on his neck. As his blood raced out of his body and he felt his eyes rolling into the back of his head, Dean’s only thought was why had he denied himself the pleasure for so long?


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