Dean Crying Supernatural Novels & Stories

Then she turns and keeps walking to the back rows. "What the hell was that, Alice?" Dean looks at me in disbelieve. I shrug. "I don't know. I don't even know why I said that. Someone or even the same Chris told her something. It's ridiculous." Dean looks at me and smiles. "I think that being a Blessed and a vampire suits you. You don't let anything get under your skin. But you still need to calm down because your eyes are blood red again. I don't want you...you know." He doesn't need to finish for me to understand his meaning. It wouldn't be good for me to go all murders in the auditorium which is full of my classmates.

I replied. “He's here!” Dean's voice snapped me back to the present and I looked around wildly. I couldn't see anyone. “Thought you weren't getting involved.” I said to him, drawing the knife from my pocket and still looking around. “I'm not. He's here. I can feel it.” Dean replied. There was an urgency in his tone I had never heard before. It sounded suspiciously like fear. And if Dean, my supernatural other half was afraid... A triumphant howl pierced through the night.

I can't shift, if I do I could kill my child. My tears dance across my face. They're mocking me. Reminding me of how pathetic and weak I am. I turn around and I'm facing a gray wolf. Immediately, I am aware this is Dean. I blink a few times to stop the tears. Dean howls in sorrow. We stare into each other's eyes. His green eyes make me want to melt into a puddle of love. His wolf is just as attractive as him.

“But there’s only one person who can stop this. All she has to do is say she isn’t the one I'm looking for.” Gayle’s voice cracked. “Lexi, please! Say something before he kills him!” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My body refused to move. “Any second now,” Dean taunted, eyes glinting with dark amusement. I’d never seen him look like this before – like his father’s cruelty had finally claimed him. “Why do you have to be so cruel?” I choked out. His grin faded. He dropped Keith to the ground, leaving him gasping while Gayle and Phoebe rushed to help.

The dean looked back and forth between the two of us, her eyes slowly widening as she started to read our sad faces and understand what happened. “No,” she said, shaking her head vehemently as tears began to form in her eyes. “She’s dead?” I slowly nodded. Without a word, Cynthia stifled a sob. I quickly pulled her in for a tight hug, ignoring the confused looks that nearby students were giving us as they wondered why their dean was beginning to break down. When she finally pulled away, she wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. I could tell that she was trying to put on a brave face despite the fact that one of her closest friends and comrades from college was gone. “Where is her body?” she

“That’s over now. This isn’t your space anymore. Whatever hung from the ceiling isn’t here right now. Elder Evans can no longer campaign against you, and the pack knows the truth. I’m here, no magic to interfere with my feelings, and the fighting with James and his pack is over. Can you think of anything you’ve not told us that can help us find and prove who these blood dealers are?” “I wish my sense of smell wasn’t so messed up, Dean. I didn’t scent anyone inside my own home. That’s what really scares me. They could stand right beside me, and I wouldn’t know.” Dean hadn’t thought of this. Only the Goddess knows who it was right now, and Kiera was correct. It could be anyone. “No, it can’t b

"The results are in. The victim is Rosanne Slade." Nathan staggered before he stared at the report, shaking his head. "No, this can't be right. She's not dead. She can't be." He ran to the autopsy room and pulled out my body. Just as he reached out to examine my barely recognizable face, his hand hovered midair. Then, his tears hit my arm, and he slowly reached for my hand, only to feel the scar on my wrist. That was the last straw that broke him down in tears.

I felt my entire body sink into his, the tears in my eyes coming out more as he held me tighter to him. All my worries, every single fear and doubt I had flew out the window in a matter of seconds. "Hey, stop crying." Dean whispered softly as he gently stroked my hair. "Shhh, stop crying Chip." That only made the tears pour out more. "If you keep crying, I might just start crying too." He whispered again. "And we both know how ugly I look when I cry." I let out a light chuckle. "You see, that's a way better sound." I felt him smile on my skin.

I cry, his hand in mine. The monitor by his bedside starts to beat rapidly. I stand up and step away from him when nurses start rushing into the room. "Dean! Don't do this, please!" I hail as I'm being walked out of the room. The door is shut in my face. I back up against a wall, falling to the floor and cry. I feel a hand on my shoulder. When I look up, it's Lisa looking down at me with sad, red, puffy eyes. "I'm sorry, Hailee. I really am. It was an accident, I swear." Lisa cries.

“Winner, winner, demon dinner, “June said. Each of the girls made their way down the staircase while walking cautiously to avoid any sudden movements from what may be lying down beneath. So, can somebody please run the plan by me again? June said. We find the statue, we destroyed the statue, and then we get the hell out of here. April G said. As they converse amongst each other, the teenagers soon found the Dean on his knees and speaking to what appeared to be a ten-foot black mirror. Everything will soon be in place. The Dean said to the mirror. The Crimson moon shall be upon us within the next year which will be the perfect time for me to eliminate Zai and his demon spawn. Demon spawn? Jun