Dean Pie Supernatural Novels & Stories

Everyone said so. Dean didn't stop his nephew from eating another cup of golden, plump, dragon-shaped corn jelly, as well as a piece of juicy, sweet red watermelon. Dean himself also broke the rules. At first, he was still overwhelmed by the scientific knowledge that "eating at night is the cause of a thousand and one incurable diseases." But because the atmosphere is so happy. Dean allows himself to go far, suddenly regretful. Before, he was just existing, not living.

Dean narrowed his eyes and stared intently at the video. "I've worked beside Dean Jennings for fifteen years. I quit my job two years ago and returned home due to a severe injury. For the past year or so, I've been tormented, and every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by countless spirits that died in vain because of him... Throughout the fifteen years, I've worked for him, I've killed a total of eighteen people, including his lovers and children. Of course, those children aren't really his children. Dean Jennings tells the world that they were his children to cover up the fact that he had long lost the ability to make children!"

Azrien takes me to the Dean’s office, and when the doors closes behind us, all of them are here. The Dean is seated, but he is…dead! Stabbed with a knife between his eyes. Fuck, this is not going to be good.

I stare at her numbly. "The fuss is that she has always felt something more for William, but now she discovers this connection and she has a relationship with Chris now," Dean explains. I glare at him. He understands and shut it. "Well, I don't know what this connection means, Al. I'll have to ask the girls and see what they know. One thing I'm sure, he can't be a mere human. There has to be something else in him. Otherwise, the visions wouldn't be so strong." I stop walking around the room.

Adrian Nielsen When I first heard that Dean is actually a Serano, I didn't believe it. How can he be one? There's no track record of him ever be with the Seranos. There's no way he is one until today.. the 3 famous Seranos came to our headquarters. It felt so unreal to me that it made me speechless in a lot of ways. No wonder Dean is fucking genius and really good in what he did, he has the genes of Alejandro Serano.

"If you want to share the proof of Dominic's indiscretion, I can certainly send it over to your father as an anonymous complaint from one of our fae..." "No need to make it so sly..." Dean laughed. "It was Tony, the water sprite, talk to him, he'll tell you what you need to know and show you the evidence. Just leave my name out of it all." "Okay then, and he's happy to have his name given over to the Carlyle's?" "Don't know, ask him..." "Very well..." "Thank Wills..." Dean hung up and stared at the ceiling as he dropped onto his back on his bed, letting out a huge unhappy sigh. Damn it, why did she have to be a werewolf...

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.”

It was in Latin of course but lucky for me I took up Latin while in high school. My eyes widened when I noticed that Dean was one of the devotees of God. He fought from their side during the great war but after losing his family he lost faith. Even though he was one of the loyal no one batted an eye at his grief and asked him to move on. That's why he committed suicide and ended up in Hell. "Wow" I blinked several times. It was a shame that I did not know anything about his past and he had been working for me from several decades now. Why did not he say anything about it?

Dean told me about having Williams eliminated but I had no idea what the exact plan is. “ I think we have to get the magic Mirror so that we can see what exactly happened. I think some one is even playing this game more than I think.” Dean says becoming a bit uneasy at the thought. He is some one who never easily want to loss anything. He will do all it takes to get what he wants at all costs .This is partly why he has been able to live for Millions of years more than me.

Aria’s POV: “Nowhere important.” “Mmm.” She popped a bite of banana into her mouth. “You’re going to explode one day, Aria. You know that, right?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when the thought of seeing *him* again made my stomach twist. Dean Wolfe’s office was less “administrator” and more “CEO who moonlights as a villain.” Dark oak bookshelves, leather chairs, and a glass decanter of something expensive on the corner of his desk. I stood outside for almost two minutes before knocking.