Castiel X Dean Novels & Stories

Dean hissed. "What?" Isabella protested. "I'm not going anywhere! Leave me alone!" "I don't trust you!" "You're being so annoying!" Dean shouted. "I don't care!" "It's good to see him like this." I turned to see Phoenix standing beside me loving the view of Dean bickering with Isabella. "Yeah, I never thought he still has a family." "I didn't believe it at first too but it all made sense after knowing who Alejandro Serano is." I said truthfully.

Castiel laughed, blood smeared on his face, “You said you will torture me till I beg for death? I am going to make it worse for you. I am immortal now!” The car didn’t shake under the storm since Asphalt was holding it in place with his powers. Asphalt smirked, “A few witch's souls into your system can’t defeat one of the strongest Demons of Hell.” Castiel growled in anger, and blast! I covered my face with my arm. A huge explosion led to the death of numerous of our wolves on the right. I looked at my back, where the tornado was quickly growing, and saw flames of yellow and purple clash with each other.

Although her body was now facing forward again, her eyes were back on the rearview mirror, alternating between Haisley and Dean. "Quite a while," Dean answered on behalf of them. His left hand reached for Haisley's left hand, deliberately intertwining their fingers and lifting her hand, giving it a gentle peck on the back. Meanwhile, his right hand, placed behind Haisley's head, started to caress her hair slowly. "I've known her since she was a kid," he continued, pinching Haisley's cheek affectionately. "She always looked beautiful and cute in my eyes. And since then, I've liked her," Dean confessed. Haisley looked up at him, and Dean just gave her his soft smile. His eyes met hers, equally

“How do you plan to go about this? With the Council of Elders and the pack itself? Elder Evans has pretty much made me look like a monster to everyone. I’m not sure how to change that. Don’t even tell me you’ll talk about this fever dream you had. No one is going to believe you. Why would the Moon Goddess contact you when the oracles and seers can’t?” Dean finally got comfortable beside his mate on the small bed. He was more than happy to suffer the small space for a little while. He rode the high of not only having finally received the proof he needed to know that Kiera belonged with him, and she couldn’t deny it. When he knotted within his mate, that was the final telltale clue of a fated

Dominic commanded, standing off to the side like a judge overseeing a trial. Castiel swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper. He looked directly into the camera, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “My name is Castiel Anderson,” he began, his voice shaky. “And I’m here to confess to my involvement in the chandelier incident at the Nova Suits launch event.” He paused, his gaze flicking to Dominic, who nodded for him to continue.

He did not mean to do a deep kiss, but my lips taste too sweet. Just as he tries to hold me tighter, a huge force rips my body out of his arms. Castiel loses the sweetness and looks very angry at the wolf who took me away. "Dean, give her back to me." Dean Blackwolf looks like a dark monster. His eyes are sharp like knives. "She is my prisoner today. No one takes her away until I am done with her." Castiel narrows his eyes at Dean. They have been friends and rivals since they were young pups. Even though Castiel went to the distant pack lands with his family and Dean stayed here to take the throne, their bond is still the same.

He took my hand in his and gently kissed my knuckle, letting his lips linger there for a few seconds, making my chest ache. “Dean, what is going on?” I asked, and he avoided my eyes. “I put her first, and I hurt you.” He said, making me frown in confusion as I tried understanding what he was talking about. His heart raced against his chest and I went to remove my hand only for him to tighten his grip. “My sister and Elijah are the traitors among us.”

Castiel’s P.O.V The drive back to Damien’s mansion feels surreal, like the world outside the car is moving at a different pace than the whirlwind that’s going on inside my mind. With Celia and Tanner beside me, I can hardly focus on the road ahead. My thoughts keep drifting back to everything that’s happened—the confessions, the ring, the promise of a future with Damien. I’m still struggling to fully process it, to understand that I’m no longer just *Castiel*. I’m *Damien’s fiancé*.

Celeste added. "I'll let my wife know which level I'm currently at." With that, Dean snatched the camera from Celeste's hand, tossed it into the bedside cabinet, and pulled the covers over them as the couple lay in the darkness. Dean lay on top of Celeste as he leaned in for a passionate kiss. "Baby, I love you. I want you." "I want to spend the rest of my life together with you. Will you give yourself to me?" Dean's alluring voice was filled with tenderness as it seeped into Celeste's heart. The closed doors in the girl's heart had been opened by the man in front of her and were now filled with love and warmth.

“Fine. We can talk then.” At my reluctant agreement, Cassia turns back to Conlan and says. “Conlan, I…thank you.” Conlan nods his head. “You’re welcome, Cassia. You have my number if you ever need anything. I promise I’ll be there.” Her grateful smile sets my teeth on edge. Why won’t this damn wolf catch a damn hint and see that I want to rip him into pieces? Taking her hand, Draco smiles politely and leads to his vehicle. Conlan’s jaw ticks as he gazes into my eyes with a narrowed glare. “You don’t deserve her.” He mutters before he walks away.