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Chapter 6: Most Precious A Supernatural/Vampires: Los Muertos Cross-over by Laurel (Sailorhathor) Chapters: 6 of ? Rating: Adult17+ for graphic sexual situations, sometimes in a threesome, vampirism, and bad language. Dates: This chapter was written in February 2008. Word Count: 4,248 Silly Summary: Sam is turned into a vampire... with sexy results! Serious Summary: Sam and Lenore question Dean about what happened during their period of amnesia. It turns into a special treat for him. Someone else has a message for Dean that he won't see coming. Timeline: Alternate Universe after the Supernatural episode "Bloodlust." Warnings: This chapter, incestuous sexual contact (Vampire!Sam/Dean), graphic het sex, and vampirism/blood drinking. Pairings for this chapter: Sam/Lenore/Dean. Contains spoilers for several episodes of Supernatural, especially the second season. Gore. Brief discussion of teenage Wincest. Betas: Currently unbeta'ed Author's Notes: Told from Dean's POV. I promise, this is a cross-over with the Vampires movies, but those characters won't be showing up for a while. You'll have to sit through some more sexy vamp biting and graphic sex first. Awwwww... I just wanted to note that I do not support incest and don't think that real life incest is really much like what happens in this story. What I mean by that is real life incest is rarely a happy experience in any way. (I'm talking more about the adult Wincest than the teenage Wincest here. I realize that many siblings experiment with each other as adolescents and it doesn't always damage their psyches.) Sam and Dean's unique relationship in the presence of Sam being turned into a vampire made it seem sort of possible to me; however, the characters will struggle with it in an effort to make the situation as realistic as possible. The title of this story comes from the lyrics of the Slayer song "Raining Blood." Once Sam and Lenore were well enough to travel, we had to move on. Somehow, we had to make sure Gordon didn't follow us, and we would run. There had to be a way for us to escape. Tia and the others came over again the next morning and fed Sam and Lenore. It did my heart good to see Sammy sit up in bed by himself. I felt like it would be safe to untie him then. For the first time, he asked an uncomfortable question. "Why did you have me tied up?" I shrugged it off. "Just in case." The two vamps spent the day recovering. They looked a lot better. I spent the day thinking about what it might be like to get old while my brother and our lover stayed young. It was blowing my mind. And when had she become our lover? Later in the day, I did something that was partially a mistake and partially a good thing. I walked into the room after my shower, half dressed, with no shirt on. "Where did all those bites come from?" Sam questioned. "You know. You were there," I said, distracted with finding a clean shirt. "I don't remember biting you that many times." "You just lost count somewhere." "Most of what happened after I blacked out is a blur. I only remember a little here and there. But the amount of times you've been bitten... Dean..." Sam exhaled in a frustrated huff. "We attacked you, didn't we?" I looked right at him, feigning shock. "Attacked me? Of course not." Sam wouldn't have it. "We did, didn't we?!" I kept lying; I couldn't have them know what really happened. "Sam, no. You guys did not attack me. I let you bite me; you needed blood, okay? You just don't remember it." Lenore had come back into the room at the tail end of the conversation. She looked at the bites close up. "There's some bruising here, like I wasn't exactly gentle when I bit you. What happened, Dean? Are you lying to us?" I rolled my eyes. "No, I am not lying to you. I can tell you exactly what happened." Crossing her arms, Lenore demanded, "Let's hear it then." Before I describe what happened next, I feel I should explain some things about Sammy and me. Our dad went off on hunts and left us alone for days at a time. When we became teenagers, sometimes it was weeks. We were left with instructions not to spend a lot of time with the other children at school because kids ask questions, and would probably talk around their parents about the two Winchester kids who were lucky enough to have the very cool experience of living almost totally without their parents. You know, like the boys on "Sigmund and the Seamonsters." Kids whose parents are always around think it's the ultimate cool to have the house to themselves, to be able to do whatever they want, while kids like Sammy and me would do almost anything to have our parents around more. Dad was afraid that Child Protective Services would get wind of how absent he was and take us away. So, Sam and I spent most of our time with each other. Often, he was all I had. Sam and I shared a room most of the time, and sometimes a bed. Boys get older and their curiosity about sex gets up... and then other things get up... you can probably see where this is going. Sammy was the first one to initiate anything. It was just experimentation, and didn't ever go extremely far. The only way it escalated was into the threesomes with girls. Our first one happened when Sam was fifteen, with a rather adventurous girl I met at the bowling alley. (In some towns, the bowling alley is the prime hangout joint.) I convinced her to do it as a birthday present to Sam. He was pretty embarrassed and angry over it at first, feeling like it was a pity fuck, but that girl started putting on a show that not even an uptight kid like Sammy could resist. He warmed up to the idea pretty quick. I don't care what anybody thinks, it was one of the best presents I ever got 'im. That stuff stopped when Sam went off to college. The threesomes resumed some months after Sam and I started hunting together again. But our own experimentations, the things we did when we were alone, did not. Until now. Technically, we weren't alone now; Lenore was there. But during the threesomes, we didn't usually make an effort to touch each other. Now, I know that I said earlier that Sam liked to touch me while he orgasmed, but that was usually on a non-sexual part of the body. When I say that during the threesomes, we didn't usually touch each other, I mean we didn't usually touch each other. Sam giving me the handjob a couple days before was the first time in five or six years. Something weird was happening between us. I wouldn't fully understand it until later. Beginning to explain to them what had happened, I said, "You guys don't remember it, but you came on either side of me and asked if you could have some blood. I said yeah, so - " "What do you mean, either side of you?" I pointed at Lenore. "You were in front, and Sam, you were in the back. You kinda sandwiched me." Suspicious, Sam remarked, "Surrounded you." "No, I said you sandwiched me," I replied a little angrily. He was just too determined to get at the truth. Lenore, looking troubled, reached behind her and touched the wound on her back. "I remember this position." Quickly, I tried to deflect her memory. "Then you remember rubbing against me and touching me all over?" I asked suggestively, smiling at her. "I think so... I remember your warmth." She looked up and smiled back. Sammy looked troubled. He got up and walked behind me. "I stood here?" he said. "Yeah." Then Lenore got in front of me. "And I was here." "Right. And you guys started snacking away. Sammy bit into one side of my neck and you the other." She grinned. "That's pretty hot." "It was." Of course, them trying to kill me wasn't, but I couldn't say that. Lenore leaned up and put her face into the crook of my neck. "And then I bit into you here?" She ran her hands up my chest. "Mm-hm." I felt Sammy's body move closer to mine too. "And me, here." He licked the area instead of biting it. I shivered with arousal. "Uh huh." "I think we should let these wounds heal before we go biting you again," Sam suddenly remarked, and I couldn't help but be disappointed. "But you haven't fed from me yet today," I reminded them. Lenore knew that I liked the biting, so she came up with a compromise. "I don't think that a little nick here and there would hurt." She brought out her fangs and nicked me with them in a couple of places very close together, then began to suck blood from them. I swear, I don't know why those sucking sounds are so damn hot. They just are. Not saying anything, Sam did the same thing. I started to get hard from having them so close. The feeling made me moan. Then Sam did something I wouldn't have expected in my wildest dreams. He whispered, "And then I did this," and he slid his hand under the waistband of my jeans. Lenore immediately responded; she unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to my ankles. Sam grabbed the sides of my underwear and slid them down, exposing me. "Sammy!" I cried in surprise. I didn't expect him to do it. He shushed me. "It's okay, Dean, it's okay. You took care of us. You deserve a little fun." "Let us give it to you," Lenore added. She took off her shirt and began to rub her bare breasts against my chest. "But, ah, well... um..." I stammered. Damn, Dean, you're so smooth! I was torn between what I definitely wanted and what I knew society would say about my unsavory activities with my little brother. I was the older one. Was I a corrupter, a tainter, a - ? Then Sam wrapped his fingers around my dick and started to stroke it, and I lost all sense of reasonable thought. For a minute, all we did was touch each other. I just closed my eyes and listened to the moaning and the panting and the sucking. My hands wound up on Lenore's ass, squeezing it, just about picking her up and pressing her against me. I moved her pajama shorts and panties aside enough to get a finger up inside her and then lifted Lenore up onto her tiptoes so my finger would be driven as far inside her channel as it could go. Lenore squirmed and sighed my name. I was still a bit afraid to touch Sammy like that, so I put my other hand into the front of Lenore's shorts and showed no mercy to her clit, fingering her from the front and the back. "Uhhh, God, Dean, fuck me," she begged. I was more than ready for it. Lenore's always hot and Sammy's got that strong, firm grip. "Let's move to the bed," I said to him. As I laid down on the bed crossways, Sam removed all of his clothes silently and climbed on beside me. He began to lazily lick at the small wounds on my neck while Lenore stood at my feet and put on a brief little show. She ran her hands over her neck, rubbing the back and sides of it, putting her hands into her hair and holding it up in the back. Lenore made sexy cooing sounds and sighed as she did this. How do women know how to do just the right thing? It made me very eager to have her on top of me. But she just teased us some more. Lenore moved her hands down to her tits and caressed them with her hands, rubbing open palms over her nipples. She cupped her breasts, let out a little moan with her mouth closed, and then pinched her nipples really hard. "Mmm," she moaned louder, and tossed her hair over her face. It rolled to the side in soft, dark waves. Sam and I both let out a heavy breath in reaction; she was so sexy at that moment. Licking her lips, Lenore stroked her hands down her stomach until she reached the shorts that I'd been invading a few minutes ago. She removed them, along with her panties, and stood and looked at us both. "Mm, my boys," she said at the sight of the two of us naked. I held a hand out to her. Lenore took it, climbing onto the bed with her knees on either side of my hips. She braced herself with her hands on my chest. Reaching down, Lenore took my cock in her hand and put the head of it up against her, pushing down just enough for me to enter her channel a few inches. We both shuddered deliciously as she opened up for me. She lowered herself as slowly as she could stand, wanting to savor the feeling of me sliding up inside her; her torso shook lightly and she made little noises, finally throwing her head back and moaning openmouthed with a look of ecstasy on her face. Lenore shivered and ran her fingers over her tits again. I lifted my hand to cup her breast, but Sammy surprised me when he ran a hand over my chest in a manner that... well, it was like he was admiring me. My hand froze in shock, and I lacked for knowing what to do. Sammy moved his hand down my stomach and stole in between my legs. He slipped his hand between me and Lenore and stroked my balls until I shivered and moaned, then concentrated his attention on Lenore's clit. She looked down at him, sighed loudly with a quiver to her breath, and began to rock up and down in a slow, hot fuck. His mouth against my ear, Sammy's breath quickened the more he stroked Lenore and I while we made love. His breath was hot; the feeling of it blowing into my ear made me want to cum. Within half a minute, I didn't even consider what I was doing, I just took hold of his dick and started to stroke it, like we'd done to each other when we were teenagers. Sam gasped at first. I'm sure he didn't expect that. But seconds later, he relaxed and arched his crotch toward my hand. It's kind of sick what I remembered at that moment, how much Sam liked to have his balls cupped and massaged while being given a handjob, but I did remember it, and I did it for him while stroking him back and forth. Sammy moaned softly into my ear the whole time. He sounded so vulnerable as I pleased him, like he always had. Listening to him then, I found it hard to believe that he could ever be considered dangerous. He purred and whimpered like a little animal. We didn't talk about what we were doing. We rarely did. If we had, we probably would have stopped. Instead of talking about it, we just did it, and didn't question why. I watched Lenore as she bucked back and forth on top of me, that passionate look upon her face, eyes half closed, body shaking lightly, my cock sliding out until only the head of it was inside of her and then gliding back in on her hot juices as she pushed down on me again. Every time she opened her mouth and moaned in a half smile, letting me know how much ecstasy this gave her, I passed it on to Sammy, squeezing him with firm pressure. He whimpered, "Dean..." God, it was so depraved how much that made me shake. We were all close to climax. Sammy stroked Lenore's clit again; she gave a sudden full-body shudder like a shockwave moved through her and moaned in surprise at the feeling. He brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and sucked them. "Get me some of that," I panted. Sam did, bringing his fingers to my lips this time, and I sucked Lenore's juices from his fingertips. If my women don't get so wet they're sloppy, I know I haven't done my job. The taste of her made me want to bury my face between her legs and eat her until she begged me to stop, and then refuse to quit just to drive her crazy. Just the thought of her pussy could make me hard. The more time I spent with Lenore, the more I couldn't get enough of her. I hoped it wouldn't turn into a problem. It's not like I wanted her to myself. She watched me suck Sam's fingers. "Those big pouty lips going to work... I wanna see more of that," Lenore remarked between pants. "We should make a video," I replied. I didn't fully get what she wanted to watch me do with my lips, and assumed that she craved seeing me give her head. At some point, I would find out that I didn't necessarily have it right. Sam was the first to cum. I could tell when he'd reached the brink by the quickening of his breath and the noises it made as it escaped his lips. His hand on my stomach. In reaction, I stroked him faster. Sam's mouth hovered close to my neck, and as he got closer to orgasm, he growled, and his fangs came out. Instead of biting me, Sammy held his fangs against the skin of my neck as if just considering how I would taste, but holding himself back out of fear of hurting me. His fangs just grazed me, barely breaking the skin, when he cried out and came all over Lenore and I. White streams of Sammy's cum splattered across Lenore's stomach and tits, then the second surge shot across my chest in two or three dotted ropes. Sammy panted into my neck. I brought my cum-streaked hand up and Lenore nearly pounced on it, bringing it up to her mouth to lick it and suck Sammy's cum from my fingers. She started to moan louder around my fingers crammed in her mouth and fuck much harder and faster down onto me. Sam sucked hard at the small wounds he'd made in my neck. I couldn't help it; I took my hand away from Lenore, which she'd just about cleaned anyway, and buried it in Sam's hair, holding him against my neck. It got me off so good, the feeling of them drinking my blood and those wet sucking sounds. "Yes, Sammy... drink. Drink! Take it!" Lenore leaned down to lick Sammy's cum from my chest. She lapped up an entire stream of it, following a line from my stomach to one of my nipples. I felt the pain of her pricking my skin with her fangs and she sucked blood from a spot near that nipple, taking it in her mouth at the same time. My head thrown back and crying out, I exploded inside her. "Lenore! Sammy! Ohhh God!" If this whole mess was going to end in my death, I wanted to go just like this, doing them both with them sucking my blood dry. Lenore sat up and came right after, bucking so hard I thought she might throw herself right off me, as if riding the mechanical bull. She dug her fingers into my sides, cried out shrilly with every breath, and shook all over with her orgasm. "Dean! Dean! Sam!" Lenore cried. Sam and I both panted, me relaxing my hold on his head, but still running my fingers through his hair. His mouth was streaked with my blood. Without thinking about it, I kissed my brother's forehead. Once we'd all gotten a bit of our breath back, I let Sam go and gathered Lenore in my arms so I could lick her chest clean. She allowed me to do it without a word, knowing full well that I was lapping up my own brother's cum. Lenore just stroked my hair and made little sounds of contentment while I went about it; I didn't even understand why I wanted to do it. All I could think about was when we were younger, and how I always swallowed for Sammy just because he liked it so much. We never talked about how far it went; it just happened. The expression on my face must've been sheepish as I looked at Sam and saw his reaction. He looked dumbfounded at my actions, a streak of blood forgotten at the corner of his mouth. We just stared at each other, wordless. Lenore broke the trance between us by licking the corner of Sam's mouth. "You missed a spot," she said. Sam looked at her, and they kissed. That night, we all slept in the same bed. ***** In the middle of the night, I was awakened for a few brief moments by a cry and bumping sounds coming from a nearby room. Only half awake, I assumed it was Ethan and Miriam going at it again, and fell back asleep. The sun came up, and hours went by without word from Tia and her friends. I hoped they hadn't changed their minds about feeding Sam and Lenore. When I went to check on them, I found their door unlocked. They were all dead except Tia. Vampire attack. The signs were all there. Excessively pale skin, throats pierced multiple times, some ripped out. Bedsheets stained in several places with blood. There'd been a struggle. Jimmy lay across one of the beds facedown; it looked like he'd been stabbed through his stomach and out his back, probably with some kind of sword. I think he tried to fend off the vampire and got killed for it, then drained of some of his blood out a hole in his neck. The rest was all over the bed beneath him. Cam and Jackie were in strange positions. I studied them for a long time, trying to figure out what the vampire had done. Both had been laid into a chair, but upside-down, so their legs were draped over the back of it and their heads hung off the front edge. Their throats had been ripped open, and the blood had been allowed to drain down the sides of their necks. Jackie also had a wrist that had been treated the same way, and drained over the arm of the chair. But there was no blood on the floor beneath them, save for small spots here and there. I surmised that the vampire must've had something there to catch the blood. Bottles with funnels in their tops? A pan? Either would suffice. Probably saved the blood as food for later. No one was going to travel very far with bottles of blood that needed to be refrigerated. Unless the vampire had skipped town altogether, she was still in the area. And as I came to find out, she was enjoying this too much to skip town. Cam stared at me with glassy, bewildered eyes. I kept seeing her in my head, telling me my smile was beautiful. In the end, I'm sure she never expected vampires to be anything but mysterious and sexy. I reached over and closed her eyes. That is when I looked for Tia, and found her lying on one side of the bed, almost under it. She was barely alive. Much of her blood had been sucked out, her skin paler than usual. The vampire had deliberately left her alive. "Tia? Tia! What happened? Tell me what happened!" I said, holding her and shaking her. Her eyes fluttered open and stayed only half-lidded. "Dea... Dean. Ah... ah-attacked." "I know you were, sweetheart. What happened? Tell me who did this." "Vam... pire. Said she knew you. Came to party. Only me and... and Jimmy." Tia's eyes filled with tears. She knew what the vamp did to her boyfriend. "Attacked us. Drained me, kept me weak. When the others came back, she... ambushed them, one by one. Oh God, what she did to Cammie... and Jackie." Crying harder, the tears rolled down her face. "Treated them like slaughtered cattle. Licked her blade clean of Jimmy's blood and laughed at me, Dean. Horrible. She was horrible." "I know. Tell me what she looks like, so I can find her and rip her head off for what she did here," I said with fury. These people had saved my brother and Lenore. They didn't deserve this. What Tia said shouldn't have surprised me, but it did, because I just hadn't given it enough thought. "Black girl. Beautiful. Carried a samurai sword." Ah. The vampire who killed Eli. The vampire who turned Sammy. "She had a message for you." Swallowing hard with grief and apprehension, I said, "What is it?" Tia replied, "She said, 'People lie to protect what is most precious to them.' Made me memorize it." "Did she tell you what it means?" Tia tried to shake her head; she was only able to move it back and forth weakly about an inch. "Dean, everything's going gray. Hold me. Don't leave me!" It was too late to save her. That much was obvious. I buried her face in my neck so she wouldn't have to watch the world slip away. The girl was dead within seconds. Chapter 7 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 Lacerated Sky Chp 6 (c) 2006+ Demented Stuff/The Pleasure of the People Supernatural is (c) 2005+ Kripke Enterprises, Wonderland, & Warner Brothers/The CW Television. 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