Dean Crying Supernatural Novels & Stories

If it ever did, he would dismiss it as a mere gossip. Marcus continued staring through the windows as the greenery rushed past them, while he turned back inwardly to something that was troubling his soul. His mind told him he had made a mistake. His ego told him that what he did was right. It was not every day that one got to deal with a witch, even if it was a little boy. That wouldn’t have been a problem if he had not nearly choked because the boy, Jason was looking at him. Dean had died soon after. Problem was he didn’t know how powerful the boy was.

I'd gone from naturalist to supernaturalist in the blink of an eye. For once, Death's face was unguarded. A sadness deep as space filled his court, cold as winter's heart. The trees groaned as a ragged wind hit them. Samael smiled grimly. “Hush, maggot,” he whispered. “I want to protect this, all of this,” I said “I just don't know how.” “Why do you think I'm here?” The air grew damp with the smell of mouldering crypts. Something shone on his face- a tear. Black like tar. I looked at his wrist. Pitch black veins flowed beneath.

she asked in a panic, her eyes darting from the dead officer lying near the iron pipes, to the dark pool of blood on the ground, and then down to Daniel. "It's a long story, but I need your help!" I said, looking up at her with raw terror in my eyes. "I can't seem to heal Daniel anymore! I tried using my blood just like I did the last time he got hurt, but it isn't working! I'm so confused, Lucy! I don't know what went wrong!" Lucy knelt down beside us in the dirt. She looked at Daniel's pale face, then looked down at my cut, bleeding palms, and her expression turned deeply serious and heavy with sorrow.

“Your next lesson will test you beyond anything you’ve faced so far, Chloe Jane.” I straighten up, trying to mask my trepidation. “I’m ready,” I assert, though my voice betrays a hint of my nervousness. Suddenly, I’m not in the Sanctuary anymore. Diantha has transported me—or my consciousness—to another place, a dark space where shadows dance on the walls. And there, played out before me, is a fate I can’t bear to witness… Deacon’s death, horrible, bloody and violent. His wings have been ripped off, his stomach sliced open and his blank eyes staring up at me.

"You sure you're only human? I've known leprechaun jesters that aren't as funny as you." "Don't think I want to even ask." I shake my head. "All right, let's get this over with." I grasp the marble hand, holding my breath. Those same grey eyes appear, but instead of blinking out super-fast like before, they linger. And look sad. As if they don't want me to leave. But then all the stories of possession and werewolf mummies being resurrected crashes into me and I flinch away. "Brene?" Melanie is shaking me by the arm.

Oh, is it getting hot in here? I take another quick drink as my throat suddenly has become dry. Before I get any more flustered, I tear my eyes away from the window and the Dean’s reflection. I turn back towards my food and begin eating again. However, I don’t dare look in the Dean’s direction. I don’t know whether to be happy or sad that Noah made me come here tonight. My heart suddenly aches as the Dean finally replies with a sad tone, “My wife and son have passed away.” A silence immediately falls over the table.

------------------ Merliah’s Point of view. ------------------------- “Than-” Dean tried to speak but suddenly fainted. “Deannnnnnnnnn !!!!!” I shouted. I immediately asked for help to lift him into my unit because I knew nothing about the password of his unit. The stupid dean fainted before opening his unit. I called my personal doctor to check on the dean's condition. "Looks like he fainted due to exhaustion, dehydration, and low blood pressure." Doc just gave me medicine and reminders before he left.

I glance down at his bloody hands and feel my body careen toward the door before my mind has a chance to catch up with what’s happening, but I’m a second too late. Dean lunges, grabbing me by the hair. I scream, but he cuts it out with a hand to my mouth. He doesn’t bother opening the door. He kicks it in in one switch motion, like he’s done this before. Broken into someone’s home. Lights flicker on upstairs, and my fear is replaced by a sucking, all-consuming kind of dread. “You’re going back to Crescent Falls with me,” he shouts in my ear. “Without your fucking mutant daughter, that’s for Goddess damned sure.”

“Beth, it’s for you.” “If that’s Susan, tell her to drop dead!” “Not Susan. Her parents. They’re asking you for her stuff since Susan died yesterday while in transit. Her bus got into an accident. She is dead... very, very dead.” +++++++++ Be careful little mouth what you say. ‘Cause it’s hard to take back the pain inflicted by your words. Especially when the one you’re talking to is already dead... And with that very apt but macabre reminder, I bid you all good night. I truly hope those sleeping in their dorm room beds have a restful sleep. Until we meet again here in the Supernatural Spa...

Sara, you…’ However, before I can finish the words, my thought process is interrupted by a loud and ferocious roar. I flinch along with the other girls as it was coming from the throne room! The servants around us also fluster, but no one can stop the large golden doors from swinging open with intense force. Rumor has it that Dean is always wearing a mask because he is ugly and facially distorted. Suddenly, images flash in my mind of Dean without his mask, with a face of a donkey, a goat, a cow-