Dean Crying Supernatural Novels & Stories

I looked at her my voice cracking "I'm sorry..." "Don't talk to her that is no longer your daughter." the priest said his voice loud and firm. He continued his words from an old looking bible and he continued to sprinkle holy water to Hannah, she yelled her voice demonic, loud and deep. I started to crawl backwards away from her. She was still looking at me her eyes pitch black and her mouth smiling devilishly at me.

After she had finished the call, she shared the information. “My colleagues have just informed me. Chen is sane but badly dehydrated and is in a daze. They tried to take a statement, but he was unable to speak.” “Unable to speak?” The Colonel repeated. "He must have experienced something traumatic." “Usually, when people encounter supernatural beings, they may exhibit withdrawal symptoms and, speechlessness is one of them,” I explained. “Are they bringing him to the hospital?” the Colonel asked Staff, who nodded readily. “Can I talk to him?” I interrupted.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

It's only eight PM, but she doesn't answer. Aiden doesn't either. My dad doesn't either. Dean is my last option and when he picks up my FaceTime call, everything gets even weirder. "Why are you crying, Dean? What the fuck is happening?" "I'm not allowed to cry?!" He yells at me, hysterically. His whole face is red, "I can do whatever I want! I'm an adult. Also, I'm free and you're not!"

“I don’t understand why you hate him so much. Penny was aware that witches existed, and she was aware of the coven, but she wasn’t aware of vampires or that Joseph was a vampire. He made a point to never tell her the truth about that and why he truly hated Joseph. Before he could say anything more, Dean Miller, along with his assistant, walked out of the building. “Excuse me, Dean Miller? Can we have a word?”

she said. “You sure there isn’t a video?” Danny asked excited. “You are that excited for a villain?” Clara asked stepping into the elevated stage and walked to the portrait and touched it. There was a video. Of butterflies slicing the forces and her blowing up the battle field. Creatures falling from the sky and chains falling and passing through fellow supernaturals. Her just sitting there and laughing the entire time. Then there was a scream. “What’s happening?” Danny asked. Clara looked at the video and the woman was the one screaming. The woman opened her eyes and Clara saw green and her sight was assaulted. There was a big blast which pushed Clara off the stage, but Danny caught her.

She could hardly breathe at that time. And as Dean embraced her younger self, she felt herself in the home of his arms as well. The room shook when she started screaming and God, she had cried. She had cried till she was unable to produce anymore tears but now watching herself cry like it was the end of her world- she saw Dean. He looked pale, grieved, sickened. Deadened. She could see his shaking hands as he tried helplessly to control himself for her. His eyes were wide, she knew he wasn't breathing.

Dean was crying, his eyes swollen from the tears, and it was then that Damon realized with a jolt that Dean’s body wasn’t just trembling—it was convulsing. Dean cried silently, his breath coming in shallow, hurried gasps. He couldn’t bear to look at the man anymore. Without a word, he turned onto his side, curling up, even pulling the blanket over himself as though to hide. Shame washed over him, a deep, gnawing sense of humiliation. He had let himself care for this person, had dared to hope, only to be laid bare and forced into something he couldn’t escape. And what made it worse was that he couldn’t even seek help. After all, this person had already made his way into his heart.

My father even cried during the process and I was trying my best to calm down my mother. "Ahhhh!" My eyes widen when I heard Dean's screamed. It was the same scream that I heard when he saw Danielle. Dean woke up in horror and I walked inside trying to calm him down by hugging him tightly. I could feel his heart beating so fast and his body was burning. My heart hurt so bad seeing him like this. Dean was crying and he screamed when it hit him that Danielle was not in a good state. He tried to get out from the bed, me and Edmund had to stop him.

I saved her. "No, no, God no. Please, no. Why? Why did you fucking do it?" Brianna cradled my head as tears fell like rivulets down her eyes. She was crying nonstop and I heard a whooshing sound. I turned to look, and it was Dean, my Dean. "Don't cry, please don't. I chose this. Please don't cry." I held on to Dean as he cried, cradling my head along with Brianna. I just had one last question to ask, and everything would be fine. I'll finally find peace.