Summary:  Dean finds himself in a deadly game of temptation in which his soul is the prize

Author’s Website: www.darknessprevails.com

Archive: Yes, to Supernatural archive, yes to others with permission

Warnings: language, violence, non-con

Pairing: Dean/OMC, Dean/Sam

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: no specific episode is spoiled

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 for the series:

1. I tend to write dark slash stories and this one is no exception, so consider this as a warning.

2. This is my first Supernatural story, and I wanted to try something different besides the usual Dean/Sam pairing that is quite popular.

3. This was started in October of 2005 and finished in January 2008. This story was started before Dead Man's Blood was aired, so my vampires and Sam and Dean's experience with vamps goes against what we learned in Dead Man's Blood.

4. This is part I of a 50 part series and the author notes and warnings apply to the series not just for this installment.

5. My vampires were inspired by Anne Rice and Joss Whedon.

6. Dream sequences are in italics.

 

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Dean Winchester watched as his younger brother Sam staked the vampire through the chest with a stake, and found himself mildly amused when the wind-blown ash blew into Sam’s eyes, “You always did have piss-poor luck with the wind little brother.”

“Well, maybe if you were doing more than watching me get my ass kicked by these bloodsuckers than the wind wouldn’t be a factor!”

Dean faked a hurt expression, “I was helping you. Someone had to carry the weapon sack.”

“Six Dean, you made me face six vamps alone. Anything could have happened.”

“I have faith in your abilities little brother, and besides, I helped take out one of them.”

Sam stared at Dean in amazement, “You mean the one you tripped as he charged towards me?”

Dean reached for the stake in Sam’s hand and placed it in the weapon sack, “I have you know that tripping someone at just the right time and place is a highly tuned skill necessary for fighting supernatural beings.”

Sam rolled his eyes, “Yes, I can see how tripping could take years to master.”

“I’m working on my black belt actually,” Dean smiled.

Sam turned towards Dean’s car, “Okay fine, but next time I’m going to practice my tripping technique while you get your ass kicked.”

“Sammy, you don’t honestly think you’re going to get into my precious car with all of that vamp ash on you do you? It’s all over your clothes and it’s in your hair.”

“God, you are such a pain in my ass Dean!”, Sam growled in frustration as he ran his hands through his dark hair and dusted off his brown jacket, plaid shirt, and jeans.

“Hey, I let you drink coffee in the car don’t I?”

Sam opened the passenger door of the Chevy Impala roughly, “I feel so privileged.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh at his brother’s apparent aggravation. He loved getting Sam riled up, “You should.” He got behind the wheel, took a look at Sam, got a eat shit glare, and redirected his eyes towards the alley where the fight had taken place, “Do you think we got them all?”

“We!”

“Do you think all of the vamps are dead?” Sam’s bitchiness was starting to grate on Dean’s nerves.

“All of those vamps were inexperienced, so I’m guessing that they were created by some young punk vamp that took off and left them to fend for their own,” Sam answered staring in the same direction as his brother.

Dean tried to ignore the nagging feeling in his stomach that his little brother was wrong, “Couldn’t they just all be new fledglings and the Sire has not had the time to train them yet?”

Sam shook his head,” No, the attacks have been happening in New Chester for too long for them to be newly made. They’ve been here for at least six months, and a true master would have already trained them to defend themselves.”

Dean knew that Sam’s theory made sense, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of doubt, “Isn’t it possible that the Sire made them and taught them only the basics?”

Sam turned his head towards Dean, “The basics?”

“Yeah, you know, feeding, killing, seduction…”

“Don’t forget getting killed by a college dropout who hasn’t killed a vamp in over five years. Dean, you know how vamps work. The Sire creates the fledgling, teaches them to feed and to defend themselves, and they live together for as long as they can stand each other.”

“But…”

Sam put his hand up signaling Dean to close his mouth, “Or…the Sire hates the fledgling and leaves them alone to defend themselves and to create other vamps for needed protection, which are usually stupider and uglier.”

“So…no chance that the Sire is in New Chester?”

Sam sighed in frustration, “Not unless he or she is a neglectful asshole who gets off on making vamps and watching them die in less than six months.”

Dean turned his attention to the ignition and turned the key. The Impala roared to life, “I hope your right little brother. I sure don’t want to have to come back to this hellhole they call New Chester anytime soon. Besides, I want to get to that supposed poltergeist in Cartersville. It’s only about a two hour drive from here.”

Sam didn’t respond and instead yanked the AC/DC tape out of the cassette player, “I am so sick of this damn music! Can’t you like get some newer tunes?”

Dean clenched the wheel tightly trying to reign in his temper, “Like what, Ashley Simpson?

Sam ignored the sarcastic question and instead flipped the radio until he found some Bianca, “Now that’s more like it.”

“There is no fucking way you are my brother listening to this shit!” Dean exclaimed stepping down hard on the accelerator causing the Impala to gain forward momentum quickly heading away from the once vamp infested alley.

The hidden presence watched the black car race out of the alley with renewed enthusiasm. For months, Christian had been looking for his new Childe but had no luck whatsoever. He had made a total of six fledglings, each one full of promise, but each had disappointed him. They were attractive enough as mortals but once turned they lost their attractiveness. He had refused to teach any of the failed creations how to be a vampire and instead had abandoned them to survive on their own. He had watched as the taller brother had destroyed all of his creations. He had felt nothing for his fallen children and instead had found his attention focused on the brother who leaned up against his car watching his brother fighting the vamps alone. The one named Dean had gotten Christian’s attention the moment he had smelled the mortal, and the well-defined body and angelic face had held him captive throughout the scuffle.

He knew that he had to taste the beauty. “I think its time I visited this town of Cartersville,” he spoke softly to himself slipping deeper into the shadows away from the soon to be rising sun.

 

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Three Days later…

“I cannot believe that you actually thought that was a poltergeist. It’s obvious that the younger sister is telekinetic, and she was the one moving the furniture,” Dean teased as they headed towards the Mountain Breeze Motel.

“Hey, you’re the one that told the family that they needed to call a spiritual expert to clean the house of evil spirits,” Sam defended.

“There is an evil spirit in that house but it is not a poltergeist.”

Sam stared doubtfully at his brother who was driving them to the motel,” Really…care to explain why we didn’t get rid of it for them?”

“I can’t place my finger on it but I felt darkness in that house. We can’t always help people especially when we can’t see what we’re fighting.”

“That’s bullshit. You wanted out of that house because the two teenage girls were flirting with you right in front of their dad, and you were afraid that he was going to kick your ass,” Sam joked.

Dean smiled, “Yeah, they were practically mauling me, but that’s not why I wanted to leave.”

Sam watched thoughtfully as Dean pulled into the cheap motel’s parking lot, “What was it then?”

Dean turned towards his brother staring into his eyes thoughtfully, “I really can’t explain it but the last couple of days have felt strange.”

“I feel fine. I never felt or saw anything odd at that house except for the flying futon.”

Dean reached into the jacket pocket for the motel key, “It’s like someone is watching me and following me. It felt particular strong at the house, so I’m assuming that there is something dark around the house.”

“Wait…you mean to tell me that you have felt it in other places? How long has this been going on?” Sam asked in concern.

Dean opened the door to the Impala slowly, “Like I said, over the last couple of days. It’s probably just my imagination.” He stepped out of the car and headed towards the motel room with the key in hand. He placed the key in the lock and turned, “I’m sure it’s just lack of sleep. It’s about damn impossible to sleep for more than four hours at a time with you in the room with me.”

Sam suppressed his anger at the lack of sleep being his fault comment, “Dean, you know Dad always taught us to not ignore our sixth sense. Maybe there is something watching you; maybe the same thing that killed Mom and Jess.”

Dean opened the door and pressed through into the blanket of darkness in the room, “Sam, you’re being over cautious again. Let’s just drop this conversation. I’m tired.”

Sam flipped on the light while Dean headed into the bathroom closing the door behind him. Sam glanced around the room for intruders, more out of habit than out of concern. He took off his jacket and hung it on the back of a chair, “Dean, do you want to order a pizza or something?” It was 9PM and neither he nor Dean had eaten dinner. Sam waited a few moments for Dean’s response, but when none came he walked towards the bathroom door and knocked gently, “Do you want me to order a pizza or something?”

Just as Sam was about to open the door without invitation, Dean responded, “I’m not hungry. I’m just going to take a shower and go to bed.”

Before Sam could respond, he heard the water turned on for the shower. He was concerned with the sudden mood swing and Dean’s admission to feeling watched since they had been in Cartersville. He wondered if there was any connection to the darkness Dean had felt and the house they had investigated. It was true that he had not felt any threat at the house, but Dean had historically been more intuitive when it came to sensing the presence of supernatural beings. There had been many times in the past where Dad and he wanted to leave a place feeling that there was nothing to hunt, but Dean would insist that something was present that needed their attention, and nine times out of ten Dean had been right. What worried Sam the most was that most of these harder to find beings had been very powerful and hard to defeat. For some unexplainable reason, the spirits were drawn to Dean and they were hard to beat. Sam smiled in amusement, even the supernatural had the hots for his brother.

The pizza arrived just as Dean walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his slim wet hips. The Pizza guy looked over Sam’s shoulder at Dean wishing that the vision in wetness would be his tip. Sam arched his eyebrows in appreciation at his brother’s physique not surprised when he caught the Pizza guy staring, “How much do I owe you?”

The Pizza guy stared at Dean in lustful appreciation taking in the smooth wet skin, “Oh…that it’ll be $12.59.”

Dean bent over to get a clean pair of boxers from his bag, “I told you I didn’t want anything to eat Sam.”

“I didn’t order it for you.” Sam gave the Pizza guy $15.00, “Keep the change man, but I should be the one charging you for leering at my brother.”

“Sorry dude but I’m not blind.”

“Neither is half the people we meet,” Sam responded closing the door. He whipped back around finding Dean pulling his boxers on. “And you should know better than to come out here practically naked! You do that shit on purpose.”

Dean feigned innocence, “I had no idea what you’re talking about Sam. I didn’t know you had ordered a pizza, so I didn’t expect for some horny teenage pizza guy to be out here.” He pulled back the crisp white sheet on the bed and slipped in underneath. He turned on his side facing towards the motel door and pulled the sheet and bedspread over his tired body.

Sam stared at his brother in thought noticing for the first time how tired he really looked, “I’ll try to get to bed at a decent hour tonight. I’m sorry I’m always waking you up with nightmares.”

“It’s okay,” Dean mumbled from underneath the warmth of the bed coverings. He closed his eyes and fell to sleep instantly.

Sam could hear the soft breathing coming from Dean’s bed and smiled, “You always could fall asleep quick.” He flipped on the television set and ate his pizza in silence. It wasn’t long before he felt a strong need to close his eyes. He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It only read 10:15 PM but he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes opened. He flipped off the lamp, closed his eyes, and fell asleep instantly.

 

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Christian watched from the darkness of the closet as the younger brother fell asleep. The boy would sleep soundly without interruption tonight thanks to Christian’s influence. Manipulating the minds of mortals and his fledglings had always come easy to Christian, and the Winchester brothers were no exception. He had been controlling the sleep patterns of the brothers for three nights. The younger brother always woke rested and full of energy while the older brother woke exhausted and agitated. Christian had been keeping Dean restless in his sleep because he wanted to make it easier for him to break him when it was time to claim his prize. The boy had proven to be not only beautiful but also intelligent and cunning with a strong sense of the supernatural forces around him. He had been following the brothers at night watching Dean closely. He quickly realized that Dean could sense his presence if he didn’t consciously shield himself from Dean’s probing psyche. He had not been able to enter the private house where the so-called poltergeist was taking place, but Dean had still been able to sense him from the shadows of the bushes and trees, so it was ironic that the boy had not been able to sense his presence in the motel room.

He stared at his future Childe and smiled at his unsuspecting prey. It had been so easy to get into the boy’s dreams; to manipulate them into dark fevered visions that had Dean tossing and turning in uncontrollable desire all night. Christian savored every moan of pleasure that escaped from the boy’s pretty mouth as he dreamt of a mystery lover in black. Each night Christian had watched in the safety of the closet, but tonight he wanted to come out from the shadows and taste the succulent flesh of the mortal…

Dean once again found himself driving down the same deserted road he had found himself on the last two nights in his dreams. Sam was nowhere to be found and the same AC/DC song, Highway to Hell, was playing loudly within the confines of his Chevy Impala. He raced down the dirt road knowing already where it would take him. It had been the same destination for two straight nights, and he knew that tonight would be no different, so he wasn’t at all surprised to see the same stranger in black standing on the side of the road alone and without a vehicle. Against his better judgment, he stopped to see if the stranger could use some help.

The man wore a tailored black suit with polished black shoes and his hair was raven black. His skin looked as if he had never seen a day in the sun, his eyes were a piercing blue, and he was at least six inches taller than Dean. Something in the back of Dean’s mind warned him that this man was potentially deadly, but he couldn’t stop himself from stopping for the stranger. “Do you need help?”

The man approached the car, and when he leaned in towards the passenger window, the radio mysteriously cut off. “I could use a ride. Where are you headed?”

Dean looked at the radio inquisitively, “I don’t have a clue, but I have a sneaky suspicion that you do.”

Christian was surprised that Dean had already caught onto the dream’s pattern, “Of course I do. You’re going to take me for a ride in this gorgeous car of yours, and then we’re going to get to know each other better.”

Dean looked intensely at the stranger. Why did he feel out of control? Why did he feel compelled to do whatever the stranger requested, “I think you already know me well enough.”

Christian smiled at the defiant nature of his soon to be Childe. It would be pure pleasure to break something so hostile and so insolent, “I need for you to invite me in Dean.” He watched as the boy reasoned with himself. He knew that Dean was having an internal battle over what to do. The boy was practically shaking in fear as he leaned over the console and unlocked the door, “I need for you to open the door for me.”

The look of doubt reappeared all over the boy’s face. He knew that what he was doing was unwise and dangerous but he couldn’t help himself. He leaned open and released the latch on the door, “Get in. I’ll give you a ride.”

Christian opened the heavy door of the Impala and sat in the passenger seat, “It’s so good of you to offer. I promise that you’ll be happy to get to know me better. I can be a powerful ally and friend, and I’d never let anything or anyone harm you.”

“Except for you,” Dean boldly stated stepping on the accelerator and pulling back onto the road.

“Only if you defy me,” Christian answered smiling as the radio came back on to play one of his favorite songs.

Dean listened to the new music in astonishment, “I don’t own this song and the radio can’t pick up shit out here.”

“Dean, you’re foul language will not be allowed unless it is in the throws of passion,” Christian warned. He found himself humming along with the new song pleased with Dean’s tight grip on the steering wheel.

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

They drove on in silence, the smell of fear and anxiety permeating Christian’s sensitive nose. Christian knew that the fear emanating from Dean would soon turn to passion. Tonight, he would do more that manipulate Dean’s mind. He would also lie within the same bed stroking and caressing Dean’s sensitive flesh while the younger brother slept like the dead.

“Relax Dean before you snap the steering wheel off. There is nothing to be afraid of my sweet. Tonight will be quite pleasurable for you,” Christian promised reaching over and caressing Dean’s thigh.

“What if I don’t want you to give me pleasure?”

Christian squeezed the hot mortal thigh harder, “It doesn’t really matter what you want. Haven’t you figured this game out yet?”

Dean risked a glance at the stranger, “You mean the dreams?”

Christian stared intently into the boy’s questioning eyes, “Your questions will be answered soon enough…but not tonight. There will be a narrow driveway on your left in about half a mile. I want you to pull off down that driveway, okay?”

Every fiber in Dean’s being wanted to defy the strange beings command. “Yes,” he reluctantly answered.

“Good boy,” Christian hungrily responded. He ran his eyes up and down the vision of perfection that he was to soon devour and control. It would only be a few short nights until the boy was ready for his kiss, and until then he would continue to taunt and tease Dean until he couldn’t say no to Christian’s offer of immortality. He had learned from experience that it was best not to force your kiss onto someone who refused. They would only prove to be incompatible mates, and he always had to kill them before the first month of their life ended.

Dean saw the driveway on the left and pulled over as requested. He knew what was to happen next. He would be at the stranger’s mercy. The man was a wicked tormentor who had only teased and taunted him for the last two nights. He would give soft caresses and hot whispers of what was to come, and give passionate soul-clenching kisses that made Dean’s toes curl in pleasure, but he would never allow Dean sexual release.

“What would you like to happen tonight?”

Dean whipped his head around to face the stranger. “What?”

“I know you want something from me. I can sense it.” He moved closer to the boy’s lips and licked them gently, “I can smell it.”

Dean shuddered from the wet tongue caressing his wanton lips, “I want you to touch me.”

Christian stoked Dean’s cheek softly, “Like this?”

“You know I want more than that. Why do you tease me so?”

“If you want something from me Dean you’ll have to ask for it. I can’t always read your mind.”

Something about that didn’t sound right to Dean but once again he pushed the sense of panic down, “I want you to fucking stop cock teasing me and let me get some release.”

Christian immediately grabbed Dean’s jaw and pointed it up sharply, “I will not tolerate your foul mouth Dean. You will learn manners or I will have to teach them to you and that would not be very pleasurable for you.”

Dean clenched in pain as the bruising grip on his jaw tightened, “I’m sorry. I’ll try to do better.”

Christian stared into Dean’s eyes searching for defiance but saw nothing but alarm, “I’ll let it slip this time, and as far as your request for release, I think that I can do that for you.”

“Thank you…”

Christian understood the questioning look in Dean’s eyes. “You can call me Sir. It won’t be long before you learn my real name, but for now, Sir will be acceptable.” Christian couldn’t help but to smile lovingly as Dean shook his head in understanding. “Now, why don’t you unfasten your jeans and stroke you lovely cock for me while I watch?”

Without hesitation, Dean reached down, unfastened his jeans, unzipped them, and freed the hard flesh that practically leaped out of its confines. He closed his eyes and stroked his cock gently enjoying the fact that the stranger was watching.

Christian laughed softly at Dean’s eagerness, “You are a little exhibitionist aren’t you?” He bent down and kissed Dean’s cock head gently as the boy continued to stroke himself. He licked the head tenderly as the boy leant back and put his head on the closed window for support, “You like that little one don’t you?”

“Yes…put your mouth on me and suck me please. I want to shoot my cum in your mouth.”

Once again, Christian was taken back by the mortal’s boldness, “Demanding aren’t you?” He knew that once the boy was changed into his Childe he would have to take full control of the rebellious boy, but for now, he would continue to give Dean a small sense of control. “I’ll have your sweet spunk in my mouth in less than a minute.”

“Cocky aren’t you?” Dean challenged.

“Trust me Dean. You won’t know what hit you,” Christian confidently stated leaning down an engulfing the mortal’s cock in one swift movement.

Dean practically tore the leather from the Impala’s seat with his nails as he clenched his fist in intense pleasure. He couldn’t form words as the mouth devoured his cock with its heat and relentless sucking. To further the intensity, the stranger inserted a spit-covered finger into his throbbing asshole and began pumping in and out gently while his mouth continued to work its magic. The only thing escaping from his mouth was moans of ecstasy as the stranger literally ate him alive and made good on his promise. Dean felt himself explode into the waiting mouth feeling like he had just blown his fucking head off and he slipped into an oblivious blackness.

Christian continued to softly lick the boy clean pleased with the taste of Dean. He couldn’t wait until he could taste his blood. He was tempted to take a small bite, but he knew that great things came to those who waited, so he reluctantly pulled Dean’s underwear back on and placed his sweet satisfied cock back into place. He then placed soft kisses on Dean’s stomach, nipples, and mouth. A small moan came from the sleeping boy, “Hush my pet. Soon you will be mine and we can have eternity to share each other’s bodies and souls. It won’t be long I promise.”

He stood up and pulled the bed coverings back onto Dean wishing that he could stay the night, but he knew that Dean wasn’t ready for what he had to offer. However, he would continue his nightly visits until the time was right for his new Childe to be created and join him in his world of darkness and blood.

 

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