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Title: Deadly Temptation Part XLI
Author: Darkestangel
Summary: An unexpected twist changes
everything
Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com
Comments: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to
others with permission
Pairing: Dean/OMC, Dean/Sam, Dean/John
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:
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Francis Marion National Forest-Midnight
Dean stared down
at Christian’s lifeless corpse feeling truly alone and desolate despite the
fact that he and Sam had just fucked only moments earlier. He wanted Sam, but
something inside him refused to give himself completely over to his brother.
The truth was that he was tired of hunting and sacrificing his life for others.
A part of him wanted to be with Christian and never have to worry about
yellow-eyed demons or baby eating lizards again, and he wanted to be young and
hot forever, but he knew that the price to pay was too steep. Without him in
the hunt, Sam would be more vulnerable and his father would never stop looking
for him; desperate to find a way to cure him of his vampire curse.
“Who the fuck are
you kidding?” Dean asked himself as he began pouring lighter fluid on the
vampire’s body. “You’d just turn into some sad ass depressed vamp like Louis or
some hero of the world like Angel.” Dean
pulled out the matches and struck twice to get one to ignite, “You can’t get
away from this curse called your life…even getting vamped wouldn’t help you.”
Dean tossed the match onto Christian’s body and watched as the corpse was
engulfed in flames, “You would have hated me anyway…I honestly don’t know how
or why Sammy puts up with my shit.” Dean felt involuntary tears cascading down
his cheeks as the features of Christian’s face became disfigured from the heat
of the fire, “I think that I did love you though…twisted as it was.”
*******************************************
Carson City-9PM
“You said you
knew where Dean was, right?” John asked the master vampire amused by the way
the immortal continually closed his eyes in apparent exhaustion.
Alexei opened one
eye to peer at the human who was propped up against the kitchen counter, “I
said that I might know where he is.”
“So, why not go
there yourself and get back your boys?”
Alexei closed
both eyes wanting nothing more than to block the annoying human out of his
mind, “I told you John that they are both being defiant and I need Dean’s help
in getting them here. They are both aware that severe punishment awaits them,
and they are not eager to receive it.”
John looked
around the small dusty kitchen looking for another route of escape besides the
door which the vampire sufficiently blocked, “What are they being punished
for?”
Alexei opened
both eyes, leaned slightly forward in the wooden chair, and looked poignantly
at the eldest Winchester, “Shall I rip your tongue out with my teeth or will
you shut up?” John’s mouth immediately snapped shut and Alexei smiled softly,
“That’s better. Now, why don’t you have a seat and get some rest yourself? It’s
going to be a long wait I suspect.”
“How do you know
that?” John asked despite the risk.
“Because I know
that Charleston is a long way from Nevada,” Alexei hinted. “Didn’t they teach you that
in Hunter School?”
“How do you know
that?” John asked in surprise. He hadn’t told Alexei Dean’s location and he was
pretty sure that the vamp wasn’t capable of reading minds.
“Let’s just say
that someone I care for dearly is keeping me abreast of the situation,” the
vampire coyly smiled. “Now…let’s close that mouth, shall we?”
**************************************************
Francis Marion National Forest-Midnight
“How
the hell did you find us?” Sam asked wearily as the female vamp walked towards
him and the Impala.
“You
should be ashamed of yourself Sam,” the vampire remarked ignoring Sam’s question.
“Fucking your own brother in the backseat of a car; how incestuous of you.”
“I’m
sure you enjoyed the show,” Sam sneered.
Sicily
ran her cool hand across the hood of the black car appreciating the slickness
of the paint, “I couldn’t see much actually. You should have nailed that slut
brother of yours on the hood so I could have gotten a better view.”
“Perhaps,
but then again, I’m sure your dead brother was blocking some of the view,” Sam
cruelly replied.
Sicily
lifted herself up onto the hood of the Impala and looked up at the full moon,
“He got what he deserved as will you.”
Sam
was taken aback by the veil threat, “What’s that suppose to mean?”
Sicily
laid back down on the hood of the car, pulled up her black dress while
spreading her legs, and revealed her milky thighs, “You’ll pay for what has
happened here tonight but not nearly as much as Dean will.”
“I
killed Dmitry,” Sam lied tearing his eyes away from the female vampire’s wanton
display.
“Please,”
Sicily smiled over her shoulder at Sam. “We both
know what Dean did to both my father and my brother, but you have to pay for
what you did as well.”
Sam
cautiously approached the vampire, “What did I do?”
“You
humiliated Christian with your display in the car. He is going to make you pay
severely for that,” Sicily began. “He doesn’t like to share his toys.”
“He’d
have to be resurrected before that could happen,” Sam replied. “And I’m not
going to sit back and let you do that again.”
Sicily
clicked her nails on hard metal of the Impala’s hood, “I’d like to see you stop
me little man.”
Without
thinking of the consequences, Sam reached out, yanked the vampire by her long
red hair, and threw the immortal onto the hard forest floor. “I’ll kill you
first you fucking bitch!”
Sicily
couldn’t help but to laugh as she lifted herself off the forest floor and stood
to face Sam, “Is that the best you got Sammy?” She walked towards Sam with her
eyes gleaming in the moonlight, “Maybe if you’re nice I’ll let you fuck Dean’s
face while I take his sweet cock for a ride…would you like that Sam? Want to
gag him with your fat dick while I fuck him with my tight cunt?”
“You’re
one sick bitch,” Sam replied standing in place as the vampire began slowly
circling around him like a predator hunting her prey.
“Look
who’s talking,” Sicily coldly remarked. “I’m not the one having wet
dreams over my own brother.”
“And
I’m not the one fucking my own father,” Sam smirked.
“Dmitry
is my maker,” Sicily defensively responded.
“Same
thing,” Sam replied reaching inside his pocket feeling the vile which held some
of Dmitry’s ashes. “I tell you what. I’ll tell you where Dmitry is and you can
resurrect him, but Christian goes with us, and you leave us the fuck alone.”
Sicily stood still sniffing at the night air and
nearly giggled, “I can smell Christian’s flesh burning…Dmitry’s remains should
be easy enough to find.”
Sam
watched as the vampire abruptly turned and began running through the thick
forest looking for Dean and her family, “Damn it!” Sam pulled out his cell
phone, called Dean, and began chasing after the vampire who had super human
speed.
*****************************************************
Dean
wiped the tears from his face and stared off into the forest wishing that the
nightmare was over. He had no clue how he was going to get his dad away from
Alexei, and he knew that it would be a long time, if ever, before he would be
like his old self. He knew that Sam was going to be a problem, and in
retrospect, letting Sam fuck him moments earlier probably wasn’t the smartest
thing he had done of late.
Almost
on cue, Dean heard his phone ringing and saw Sam’s ID on the phone, “If you’re
going to go emo on me again just…”
“Sicily is on her way there!” Sam interrupted. “She
followed you here and she’s looking for Dmitry.”
“What?”
Dean disbelievingly asked.
“Dean,
get the fuck out of there man!” Sam commanded. “She’s going to make you pay for
killing them both!”
Dean
took a final look down at Christian’s burning corpse, “Sam, I can’t leave you alone
with her. We both know she’ll kill you.”
“Dean,
for once in your fucking life would you just do as I tell you,” Sam exclaimed
catching sight of a lacy black dress in the distance. “Get the hell out of
there!”
“Okay
Sam,” Dean reluctantly agreed stepping into the forest on the opposite side
from where Sicily and Sam were coming from. “You turn around,
get in the car, and meet me in Durham.”
“When
Dean?” Sam asked stopping in his tracks getting ready to make a run for the
car.
“I
don’t know, maybe tomorrow,” Dean quickly replied heading deeper into Marion National Forest. “You know the drill when we get separated.”
“But
what about Dad,” Sam asked as he ran back towards the Impala.
“Sam,”
Dean began stopping when he heard a twig snap to his right. Dean slowly looked
around through the thick vegetation trying to make out the shadows cast by the
moonlight from above. He slowly pulled out his Glock and pointed it out into
the forest, “Sam, I’ll catch up with you I promise. Please leave before it’s
too late.”
Sam
swallowed hard in sadness knowing that he might never see Dean again, “Don’t
you dare get yourself killed Dean. Not after every thing we’ve been through.”
“Sammy,
give me a little credit here,” Dean smirked. “She’s just a chick.”
“A
vampire chick Dean,” Sam reiterated.
“Exactly,
and I’ve already killed two powerful vamps tonight so why not make it a hat
trick?” Dean slipped further away from the burning blaze still hearing the
occasional snap of a twig and the brush of grass and leaves as something or
someone approached from the side. “Sam, do you think there might be bears out
here?”
“It’s
April, it’s warm, so yeah…I guess there could be,” Sam replied opening the door
to the Impala. “Dean, try to make your way towards the road and I’ll wait on
you.”
“No
can do Sam,” Dean began. “Once she finds Dmitry, she might come back for you,
so just get going and I’ll meet you in Durham.”
Sam
reluctantly started the car, “Dean, please don’t get yourself eaten alive by a
bear or a vamp.”
“That’s
what I’m trying to avoid here Sam,” Dean whispered as he saw Sicily’s black-clad form in the distance standing
by the fire. “Got to go Bro,” Dean warned as he disconnected from Sam. He
placed the phone on vibrate, placed it in his jean pocket, and waited in the
darkness to see what Sicily would do.
“I
can smell you Dean,” Sicily announced. “Why don’t you come out and play
human?” The vampire stared down in anger at the ashy remains of her beloved
Sire and the barely burnt remains of her brother. She knelt down and took a
pinch of Dmitry’s ashes and smelt them lovingly, “I will bring you back
Dmitry…this is all Christian’s fault.” She carefully placed the ashes back in
the appropriate pile and looked disgustingly at her brother’s burning remains,
“You always were my least favorite of Dmitry’s creations. I can’t believe you
let him talk you into doing this for him; you deserve to die for being so weak
and pathetic.” Sicily stood back up and looked out into the forest, “I know
you’re out there hunter! Are you too afraid to fight me?”
Dean
clenched his jaw trying to keep his mouth closed even as the vampire taunted
him. He held the gun tightly in his hand ready to attack if she approached his
vicinity.
“Dean,
you can hide all you want, but you know that I’m going to catch up with you
sooner or later, and baby, you don’t know what pain is until I get my hands on
you,” Sicily wickedly smiled. “You’ll be begging to
die…and unlike my brother, I will take your life; take you away from your
father.”
Dean
carefully took a step backwards wincing when his foot made contact with a twig
and it snapped. He saw the female vampire turn her head towards him and
squeezed the handle of the gun tighter. It was then that he remembered that he
had emptied the clip of silver bullets into Christian and had yet to reload.
“Damn it,” he whispered to himself. He knew that the other bullets were in the
back of the Impala; the same Impala that Sam had driven off in. He rolled his
eyes, placed the Glock in the back of his pants, and reached into his front
pocket and pulled out the Damascus pocket knife he had used on Christian. He
knew that the paraplegic substance no longer coated the blade, and he knew he
probably didn’t stand a chance in hand to hand combat with the vampire, but he
would go down fighting.
“You
fucking little slut,” Sicily yelled. “Get your ass out here!” Sicily
walked around the fire and peered into the darkness looking for signs of the
hunter, “Come out and play little boy. I got a thick black dildo with your name
all over it baby…I’ll sit on your cock while I fuck your ass with it, maybe
your mouth too…Christian was right about you and your cock-sucking lips, it
would be a shame to waste them.”
Dean
clenched the knife in anger and took one step towards the female vamp who had
obviously been a dominatrix in another life. Dean opened his mouth to tell the
bitch what she could do with her black dildo when a large hand was roughly
placed over his mouth and he was lifted off his feet without warning. Dean
struggled against the hold on his mouth and against the solid arm wrapped
around his waist but to no avail. He was lifted off the forest floor and was
held tightly against a bulky body straddling a thick hulking tree branch.
Dean
couldn’t see who held him against the branch, but his stomach clenched in fear
when he heard the mysterious entity in his ear, “Shh, she’ll hear you.”
Dean
looked down from the tree in time to see the female vampire walking through the
forest towards his position. The body from behind held him tightly and he could
tell that they were a good ten to fifteen feet off the forest floor. He watched
as the vampire from below searched underneath smelling the air for signs of his
presence, “Dean, this is ridiculous. I can smell your fear and your excitement.
Just show yourself and I’ll make it good for you baby.”
The
strong hand continued to hold his mouth at bay, and he could feel his heart
thumping nervously as the body from behind held him easily in place. Dean knew
of a few things capable of snatching a human from trees and none of them were
pleasant.
Sicily
bent down and picked up the knife that Dean had dropped and smelt it wiggling
her nose at the peculiar odor, “What the hell did you do to my brother slut? Is
this what you killed him with?”
Dean
looked down at the vampire; her red hair blowing in the breeze, and wanted
nothing more than to jump down and snap her neck in two. Hearing her call him a
slut infuriated him, and he was reminded of all the times she had seen him
humiliated by Christian and Dmitry only to laugh and to tease him later on. The
thing holding him squeezed tighter as if it anticipated Dean’s reaction to her
taunting, and Dean coiled up as if to strike, but he instinctively knew that
the thing holding him was only trying to protect him from the vampire bitch.
Sicily
tossed the knife to the ground, took one final look for any signs of Dean, and
sighed in aggravation, “Fine, I’ll resurrect my Sire first and then I’ll hunt
you down and make you pay for what you have done to my family.” Sicily turned
towards the fire and began walking away from Dean, “First you vex my brother
and cause him to make costly mistakes, then you shake you ass in front of
Dmitry and he falls all over you, then you cause Dmitry to almost kill
Christian, and then you kill both Dmitry and my brother.”
Dean
watched as the vampire stomped off mumbling on about all he had done to her
family and felt a sense of relief that she was leaving him for the time being.
He stood perfectly still as the figure from behind began smelling his hair and
neck. He wanted to speak but the hand was still clamped over his mouth and body
was held in place by the entity’s arm and legs. He took a whiff of the air not
smelling sulfur or wet fur so no demon or Bigfoot had grabbed him. That was a
good thing he supposed.
The
thing from behind watched in earnest as the female vampire returned to the
flame where the other vampire still burned and clutched the human closer and
smiled, “Good thing Dmitry has a thing for twins.”
Dean’s
brows arched in dismay as the words sank in and his head was forced to the side
and backwards so that he could see the face that he already knew awaited him.
If it weren’t for the strong arm around his waist he would have fallen from the
tree in shock, but instead he felt like the breath had been knocked out of him
when he saw Christian’s face.
“What’s
the matter Dean,” the vampire whispered not wishing for Sicily to discover them. “You look like you’ve seen
a ghost.” Dean stood frozen in place as the vampire looked fiercely into his
eyes, “You’ve betrayed me for the last time my little hunter.” The vampire
forced Dean’s neck to the side and without warning bit down hard into the
tender flesh. He could hear the human screaming behind his own hand and simply
smiled as the thick red river of life ebbed into his waiting mouth. Christian
held onto Dean tightly as he took his fill of the human and nearly cried in
satisfaction at the taste of Dean’s blood in his mouth. He had waited months
for this opportunity and he was finally getting what he had waited so long for.
He felt the rigid body relaxing in his arms and drank lazily from Dean’s
life-force occasionally licking at the bite mark on Dean’s neck as the human
slipped into unconsciousness.
Christian
removed his hand releasing Dean’s mouth, and kissed it tenderly leaving a thin
layer of blood coating Dean’s pouty lips, “What should I do with you now? I
should leave you here to die for all the pain you’ve caused me.” Christian ran
his large hand tenderly down the side of Dean’s face, “You’ve been nothing but
trouble for me.” Once again his kissed Dean’s mouth licking away the blood from
the human’s lips, “But on the other hand, I’ve come too far to back down
now…and it would be a shame to leave you here for the other animals to feed
upon.”
Christian
took one last look at his sister who was pulling things from a little black bag
she carried at her side; no doubt that it was the same gypsy tools she had used
to revive him. Christian knew that Sicily knew he was alive; she had not been fooled
by his twin as Dean had been and he feared that she and Dmitry would hunt him
down if he didn’t leave and go as far away as possible. He looked down once
again at Dean’s innocent looking face, “At least I’ll have you to keep me
company.” He silently jumped from the tree holding Dean tightly against him
barely making a sound as his feet hit the ground. He reached inside Dean’s
jeans and pulled out his cell phone, “There will be no tracking you down this
time I’m afraid.” He dumped the phone on the forest floor, and with
preternatural strength and agility, Christian made his way through the forest
with the unconscious human over his shoulder determined to put as much real
estate as possible between himself and Dean and their families.
*****************************************
Carson City-1 AM
John sat in the
chair looking at the vampire in disdain. The bastard had tied him to the chair
and had bit his lip practically off trying to get him to shut up. The vampire
wanted his tongue but he took some of John’s upper lip instead. He ran his
tongue over his swollen bruised upper lip wincing as he ran across the damaged
and torn tissue. As a result, John had not spoken in nearly four hours and the vampire
had declared that it was time to get some rest, closing his eyes in deep sleep.
John stared
daggers of hate at the vampire as he struggled to free himself from the tight
rope around his wrists. He wondered if the vampire lore was true about ancient
vampires who must lie dormant for many years at a time if they are to survive a
millennium. He remembered that he had seen the ancient coffin in Canada when they had attempted a rescue of Dean,
and he suspected that the sleeping vampire inside the coffin had been Alexei.
Was it possible that they had disturbed his long respite and now his body was
desperate to resume its rest? Even so, John knew that Alexei was probably the
most powerful being he had ever face; probably even more powerful than the
yellow-eyed bastard that in just a few seconds had taken both his wife and Sam
and Dean’s chance for a normal life.
John continued
working on his ropes staring wearily at the sleeping vampire. He knew that he
would have to tread carefully around Alexei, but the sun would be rising soon,
and if he escaped he could get hours away from the ancient vampire. Perhaps
that would be enough time to find his boys and to disappear for a while.
******************************************************
Durham, North
Carolina 4 AM-Durham
Motor Lodge
Sam threw his bag
on the cheap motel bed, called Dean for the tenth time in four hours, and got
nothing but voice mail. He tossed the phone on the bed worried sick about his
brother and thinking about the possibilities of what Sicily could be doing to Dean at that moment. He
tore off his light blue t-shirt, went into the small bathroom, turned on the
cold water on the sink, and rinsed his face off. He looked into the mirror
noting the scratches on his arms and chest; evidence of his and Dean’s
passionate night, and his pale complexion and the dark circles that looked like
canyons under his eyes. After all of this was over with, he was determined that
he and Dean would take a month long vacation to a place where no supernatural encounters
had ever taken place and sleep in for a solid month, only getting out of bed to
shower, shave, and to eat. He knew that he might have to tie Dean down to the
bed to make it happen and the idea of tying up and gagging Dean made his cock
twitch in excitement. Sam shook his head in disgust at himself and turned to
leave the bathroom when he was hit with a head splitting vision…
Dean, coated in red, choking, breathing his
last breath, and being held down and raped by a faceless being from above.
“Sammy, please save me…don’t let this happen to me!”
“Dean!” Sam cried
as he slipped down onto his knees onto the bathroom floor. He took in several
quick breaths trying to calm his heartbeat and his body, “Oh God Dean, where in
the hell are you?”
********************************************************
Augusta, Georgia 5 AM-Augusta Woods Suites
Dean felt a pinching pain throughout his
body, throughout his mind, throughout his heart. He couldn’t breathe and he
clenched his eyes tightly shut as his felt a warm thick liquid coating his
eyes, his mouth, and his soul. He could feel himself drowning in the liquid and
risked a look opening his eyes slightly. He screamed hysterically as his vision
turned red and engulfed him completely. He pushed up against the pressure on
his chest desperately fighting to keep the red liquid at bay. He struggled to
catch his breath as the blood filled his mouth, his nostrils, and consumed his
very being.
“Sam!” Dean yelled in desperation. The pain
in his body intensified as he struggled to maintain control of the situation.
“Dad,” Dean pleaded as the thing above him held him down and entered his body
forcibly. The piercing stab in his rectum was dulled by the ache in his chest,
in his head, and in his limbs. He was being raped by a thick phallus and by the
thick sticky blood.
“Please,” Dean cried unsure of what it was he
was asking for. “Let me go…I can’t take anymore.”
The pressure on his chest intensified as did
the violation of his ass as his legs were spread upwards and further apart,
“Shh…drink Dean. It will all be over with soon.”
Dean choked on the blood as it poured into
his mouth, down his throat, and into every single cell in his body; changing
him, making him something new. Dean could feel the person above him rocking in
and out of his body applying wet kisses to his neck and to his blood-soaked
lips, “I love you Dean. We’ll be together for eternity.”
Dean shook his head frantically, “No!” Dean
felt his head jolted to the left as the presence slapped him hard across the
face. His face was gripped solidly and the thick blood raped his mouth as the
cold cock raped his abused hole. “Please kill me…let me die.”
“No, this is your punishment,” the voice
cruelly laughed from above.
Dean arched his back as a spasm overtook his
stomach and his heart felt like it was going to explode, “What are you doing to
me?”
The presence held Dean’s hands down to the
bed forcing the human to lay still, “I am giving you my eternal kiss Dean…you
are dying as a human but being reborn as a vampire.”
“No!” Dean cried as he felt his legs and arms
jerking in pain. He could feel the long hard prick inside him releasing its
pleasure and closed his eyes to the sickness overtaking his body. “I hate you
Christian…and I always will.”
Christian bent down
and placed a cool kiss onto Dean’s mouth. The human had lost a lot of blood but
had been given Christian’s blood instead. Christian had turned Dean while he
was unconscious so as to make it easier on the human, but it was obvious by the
sounds of Dean’s dream that his sub consciousness could remember every detail
of the turning.
“You may hate me
now Precious, but you’ll love me soon enough,” Christian promised as he pulled
Dean tightly into an embrace on the bed they shared. “I will protect you always
and sacrifice everything for you…just as a father would for his son.” Christian
ran his hand through Dean’s soft human hair knowing that by nightfall the human
side of Dean would be dead to the world and the new vampire side would awaken
for the first time. “We’ll be happy together, and we’ll live in a world of
pleasure with all the riches you could ever want.”
“Sammy,” Dean
whispered still fighting the changing of his body in his dream.
“There is no more
Sammy Dean,” the vampire whispered into the human’s ear. “It’s only you and me
now.” Christian grabbed Dean’s hand and massaged it tenderly, “Once you’ve had
your first kill, Sam and your father will be nothing but a memory from another
life for you, and I will be the only thing in your new life that you will care
about; except for the need for blood of course, and that will take years, even
centuries, to control.” Christian looked down into Dean’s face and saw the slow
tears slipping down his cheeks, “The pain will be over soon Dean. You will
awake tomorrow night with no pain whatsoever, and I will begin your training.”
“Sammy,” Dean cried as the blood overtook his
body. He reached out for his brother but the vampire continued to hold him down
against his will. He could feel the immortal hardening again and cried
uncontrollably as he was once again impaled on the vampire’s thick girth. He
knew that he would spend eternity feeling like property and being used as such,
and the thought of being nothing more than hole to fuck terrified him more than
he ever wanted to admit. “Sam, please save me…don’t let this happen to me.”
“Hush now,”
Christian purred into Dean’s ear. “Go to sleep Dean.” The vampire ran his cool
hand up and down Dean’s naked torso willing the human to sleep. He knew that he
would need his own rest if he were to take on Dean in the evening. He knew that
Dean would wake up furious begging for a fight, and Christian knew that he
would need plenty of rest and patience if he wanted Dean to live past the end
of the week.
Part XLII coming
soon…
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