Dean Pie Supernatural Novels & Stories

“De, you can't do this, De. Here you are also wrong; why didn't you contact me?” “Contact you? To hear your disgusting moans when you are with another woman, ah, it's wrong—not another woman, but my own best friend, ah, it's wrong—not a friend, but a former friend. Why? Is your body not feeling well anymore? Or are you bored?" Dean asked sarcastically. Bara laughed in his heart with satisfaction at seeing the man in front of him dead. "Leave right now, or I'll call the police, and don't come near me again if you don't want to suffer the same fate as your brother and father! Go!"

he asked silently, but there was no answer. Sitting alone in his room, Dean held Chen's iPad. He slowly typed in the last digits of his phone number as the password. The screen unlocked in an instant, revealing an image that left him frozen. It was a familiar scene—an image of Chen’s tattooed arm and his back as he sat on a desolate island beach. The picture was quiet and solitary, carrying an indescribable weight that struck Dean’s heart deeply.

"What the hell happened out there?" Dean closed the first aid kit and pushed it further away on the bed. "I was coming back home from making a deal when I heard voices in the alley you were in. I stayed, eavesdropped a bit because I recognized your voice." His lip tugged slightly. "I knew I would never get anything out of you yourself, willingly. I was curious. Next thing I know, I'm playing hero and saving your life." He spoke with nonchalance and such calmness, like this was not something totally crazy or bizarre. "Wh-"

he went quiet except for the swallow of whiskey. "Draven, the Dean at the school, he's one of them, he's got every camera in the place linked to his office," I said, glancing up at him as the tension in his jaw tightened. "He's the one that tried to unravel the cloaking spell before the alligator, he's a necromancer, and he likes to fuck with other peoples spells." I offered with little explanation.

Releasing a breath, I screamed, using my dragon voice, “ES, can you leave the suit room? While you are at it, please clean up your mess. I don't like the smell you are leaving in the air. It's disgusting.” Away from the corridor, I could hear Elias' booming laughter and Dean's chuckling. The first day I learned of the watch shop, I met Elias and Dean. Dean is four years older than me, but I had a crush on him at first sight. For an omega, he has muscles dominating his figure like someone working out every time. But Dean is one guy far from working out. He spends his time on the computer like a geek. He has the glasses, a telltale sign that he's a geek, but he's anything but. After I found ou

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.”

Seeing that the situation had gotten out of control, the Dean sighed. “Mr Danvers, please accept my apology. Truthfully, I had no idea that he was a relative of Joshua Pierce. With this new information and the history of everything that has happened between you and the Pierce family, I think it's safe to say that you hold your rights to pursue this case as you deem fit. My conscience will not allow me to stop you from doing what you see fit. But please, accept my apology. I really hope Mia recovers from this.” The Dean looked at me, like he was expecting me to help the situation seeing that I had a connection to Gabriel. Being that he was Axel's father, I decided to say something.

He lifted his glass, lips curling into a careless, mocking smile. “Tch, what do you think? It’s top-tier,” he said lazily. “Fair skin, soft body, and she sounds great when she cries. She can even take all positions without complaints. Why else do you think I’ve been preparing to transfer schools lately? Moving to Oxnard University makes it way more convenient to keep sleeping with her.” At last, Dean, who had remained silent, spoke. His voice was as cold and detached as ever, completely devoid of emotion, yet every word cut like a blade, carving Morgan apart inch by inch.