Dean Crying Supernatural Novelas e Histórias

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.

He whispers before clamping his teeth down on my shoulder. I scream out loud. It's excruciating. I watch as Dean and Holden cry out and writhe. "Get off her!" Dean growls. "You mother fucker!" Holden roars through his pain. I feel the warmth of my blood trickle down my body, tears in my eyes as Soul marks me. I sob, and fall to the floor in pain. "I'm sorry." I whisper before losing consciousness. I want to give up. I want to die. I want this over and done with.

Sacrifice ritual failed. The System’s voice rang out again. [World self-destruction sequence cannot be stopped. World Self-Destruction Countdown: 1 hour, 5 minutes, 3 seconds.] Dean swayed and nearly collapsed to the ground. He reached out, as if trying to grasp something, but caught only empty air. He didn’t beg or cry anymore. Instead, he sat down beside the bed again and took my hand. His hand was cold, just like mine. “It’s okay, Sophia. It’s okay. If you don’t want to come back, then I’ll stay with you until the end. Then at least, we’ll be together forever.”

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 kaiju spawn. Kaiju spawn? Bonnie whispered. I thought we were called cambions. Her sisters shushed at her comments as they Crouch down to avoid the Dean from noticing them.

I stared at my large palms silently, wondering why they suddenly appeared the most useless they have ever been as Sam raged and raged, and finally burst into tears. Her scene did not cause the effect she must have envisioned. Olivia continued eating, Dean still had that smile on his face, and I sat there staring at my palms. Aunt Sienna kept apologizing as she led her daughter away, and up the stairs. As soon as the sounds of their footsteps faded, Dean flew out of his seat. He grabbed the glass pitcher and hurled it against the wall, screaming.

Dean asked me. I straightened my back and cleared my throat. My hands are shaking for no particular reason. “All that I can remember is that someone made me unconscious by letting me smell a handkerchief that has a weird scent and then the next thing I know, I was already inside the elevator with Lucifer..” Dean nodded then looked at Lucifer. “H-How about you, Mr. Moden?” Lucifer narrowed his eyes with irritation. “Are you fucking kidding me? Bring those assholes to me now and stop wasting my time before I break that fucking neck of yours.”

Dean was frozen in place in terror at the sight, not believing his eyes, as panic took over every inch of his body. "Please stop, please I beg you, I'm sorry, please I don't want to die." She started screaming again, with a voice that filled the place with emotion, and her body started trembling more, as if she had epilepsy, her chest rising and falling quickly, and she was breathing through her mouth, screaming out loud gasps.

Either he was arrogantly confident, or I was missing something. Another heart-wrenching scream filled the air around us. Every muscle in my body tensed as a violent snarl tore itself from my throat. In my head Thanatos whined. He had been fighting for control ever since Maia’s screams had started around five minutes ago, and it was taking every ounce of strength I had to keep him at bay. Although it was a battle I was slowly losing. “Fuck, what’s he doing to her.” Dean’s voice was filled with panic, something I’d never heard before, yet it was nothing compared to the fear that was pressing against my chest.

"Look at me." I shook my head, still staring up. Dean sighed softly. He cupped my face with both his hands, lowering my head so I would look at him. A breathy laugh escaped his throat. "The devil cries." I blinked. I hadn't realized I was crying until his thumbs brushed over my cheeks, wiping away the tears.

Angela POV Aspen, Draco, and Tia rush into the bedroom. I am crying but trying to help Deanne. Draco leaps over me onto the bed beside her. Tia leans into Aspen, crying. "I do not know what happened. I handed her juice, and she went limp," I sob. Deanne's eyes move to Draco. He touches her face. "Come back to me, sister. You cannot leave me," he says. She slowly stops convulsing."What happened? What is happening to me? I feel hot," she whispers.