Dean Crying Supernatural Novels & Stories

“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-

Then Dean stood. He didn’t go to the mic. He didn’t need one. His voice came from the back, ragged and broken: “Maxine…” It wasn’t a speech. It was just her name. He took a step and then another until he was by the front, hands gripping the edge of the table set with programs. “You—” his voice shattered. He doubled over and the sound he made was not a sob; it was the sound of someone losing himself. People shifted, someone grabbed his shoulder. He didn’t stop crying or trying to speak.

She screams at the top of her voice and collapses on her knees while having her hands still hanging on the chain used to tie her. "Mate!" Dean who has been watching the whole drama unmoved suddenly feels a sharp pain in his heart as his wolf growls inside him in anger. What the heck just happened?

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

Seeing me morphing has Micah screaming like a banshee as he shoots erratically. Now entirely changed, I charge towards Micah, and he dives into the ocean. My claws sink into his back, making him wail out in pain before he wiggles them out. Then I hear him splash. Once he's gone, instantly, I focus on Dean. Dean's sobbing and screaming each time I ram into his door. Two hits, and I'm inside, mauling and ripping Dean to shreds.

Said the priest. Some of the teachers inside were very scared but they tried to be brave. Shane was already covered in blood from the wounds caused by the devil. It loses and struggles with bondage. The surroundings shook and the wind picked up in the room. The objects there collapsed and the chairs were thrown against the wall until it were destroyed. The priest and the paranormal continued to do so until Shane suddenly spoke. "Help me! I can't ..... ahhhhhh ...!" The last thing Shane said before she fainted.

I pick up three glasses and half fill them with the alcohol before sitting back down at the table; Lillys frowns when I push a glass toward her and Sharna and asks, “What's going on?” I brush the tears away that I can feel pooling in my eyes as I whisper, “Damian is dead.” Their eyes widen in shock as they watch me down the whiskey in my glass and pour myself another. Sharna reaches across the table and takes hold of my wrist as she says, “Are you sure you should be doing that?” I huff as I say, “We are supernaturals, Sharna; we haven't got enough alcohol in this cave to get one of us drunk, let alone the three of us.”

His inconsolable weeping and his father's cold laughter repeated like a scratched record that haunted him. "Their screams of terror..." Fox continued, lost in his own memories. "They echo, you know? Their final breaths, they echo even louder." He muttered, tears streaming down his eyes. Elijah had never seen Fox cry or show weakness in any situation. This was new, but it also hurt to see him like that. He never thought Fox would go through something so terrible. "I even got to the point where... I could feel their souls leaving their bodies. Can you believe that?" He laughed without humor. "I could... I could feel something like that." "I'm so sorry," Elijah said, not knowing what else to sa

“The Riolonians may have invited me to talk, but the war couldn’t be stopped anymore. The Tevarrians marched out the next day...and something happened. I have no idea what exactly. Imagine me standing next to the command point, looking at our people. Suddenly, I heard a scream and rolled down. And there, I saw a real nightmare. Tentacles, fangs, skeletons in black cloaks, a real horror show! All of them were moving before my eyes, trying to reach me. My friend saved me, but almost died trying...and then, my magic manifested. “And how! Fire magic, just like my mother’s. I burned all those vermin and sent them right to the Dark Tempter! I pulled out all the stops, almost screwed the poo...err,