Dean Winchester Aesthetic Novels & Stories

a deep, elegantly cultured voice says from within. Pushing the door open, I step inside. The office is impressive. Vast. The large, imposing desk at the far end, positioned beneath an expansive window offers a breathtaking view of the city skyline, and behind it, Mr. Winchester sits and if I had been an artist, I'd capture this moment--the sun catching in his dark hair, his head propped on his fist as stares lazily at his screen, his shirt slightly undone, revealing hints of curly hair on his chest. To the left of his desk stood another, albeit smaller, desk with stacks of paper and neatly organized folders. My desk. Yay?

I was too scared to look around when I first came into the room, so I did not see him sitting there. Dean Blackwolf looks like a supreme king. He sits very straight, and his long arms rest on the sides of the sofa. His chin sits on the back of his hand. He looks very noble and clean. He wears clear glasses with gold rims, and his eyes look straight through me like a hungry wild wolf. He looks like he wants to rip my throat out right now. Three years did not make him old or ugly at all. He looks even more handsome and powerful than before. His face is partly in the dark, but the small lights make him look bright like gold. He just sits there and makes everyone feel small.

“Yeah. Wrecked people, all broken into pieces… they looked like shattered glass. It was fucking amazing. And no pastels anywhere, man. Hot pinks and reds and yellows. Everything she does just screams at you.” “Reena?” Mitch said. “Little blonde thing, looks like she should be wearing a tiara and riding a unicorn over a rainbow?” They laughed. “Yeah, that’s her. But don’t be fooled by appearances, Mitch.” Dean looked him up and down. “So, what do you think? You want to come by this week, give it a try here? See how it works out?” “Absolutely.” Mitch extended his hand. “Thanks, man. I really appreciate the opportunity.”

Chapter Twelve He was putting on a black shirt and black pants, with a long black jacket that made him look more dangerous and as handsome as inhumanly beautiful demons in fictional books. Immediately, Dean dropped the device driver on the table and smiled seeing how he was standing at the fireplace and his appearance looked fearful. He stood there for a moment before he walked to him and asked, "I hope you're not expecting me to run away from my own... house." Dean said as he strained the last two words.

River called it hell. Dean didn’t smile. Didn’t yell either. He didn’t need to. He had that voice. That low, even, military-grade voice that slipped under your skin and stayed there. Every instruction sounded like a commandment. Every glance stripped you bare. He was broad-shouldered and cold-eyed, with tattoos running like barbed wire down his forearms and a jaw that looked carved from judgment itself. River hated him instantly. And yet… From the first moment Dean adjusted his form in a squat, one hand flat against his back, the other pushing his hips forward, River’s body had started doing things his mouth wasn’t ready to explain.

He showed Alexis his colors and asked if she liked them. "Alexis we need to tell you and Scott we are moving to a new place I bought today. It is way bigger and you get a bathroom kitten one for all your girly products' ',I say, chuckling when her eyes light up. She started asking if it had a tub and a walk in shower. Alexis looked at the guys before looking up at Dean. Her smile lit up the whole room and the guys could only stare at her. She was so fucking beautifuland so tiny. She looked so small so the baby belly stuck out like a sore thumb.

Luc looked perfectly at home here. “Thanks. Deke didn’t help me decorate, in case you were wondering.” He winked. Deke decorating? The very idea made her laugh. Deke would hang gun racks and litter the floor with shell casings. In his eyes, infrared binoculars would be the perfect coffee table conversation piece. TV trays, any old couch, and a bank of security cameras, period. He’d never need anything else for entertainment. “That, I’d believe. You did this?” “With a little help from a friend who’s an interior decorator.”

Hunter's friends climb out and start approaching the airport's entrance while hollering greetings and playful insults to their teammates. As if in a chick flick in which the heroes come out of the car in slow motion and then proceed to wave their hair and laugh, Hunter and Dean exits the last car and just like that, they have everyone's attention. I hear a few girls giggling beside me and I feel like smacking sense into them. Are you blind? Hunter is a freaking asshole! Okay, I won't lie, while Dean is really good looking; Hunter's attractiveness beats Dean's by a long shot. With his chiseled jaw, His blond hair and hazel eyes and his ripped but not overly muscular body, he is every girl's d

What exactly would tonight change? As I entered the lounge, my breath caught in my throat. The sight before me was nothing short of breathtaking. Dean, Damian, and Damon were already there, and they looked absolutely stunning. Dean stood by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the city lights, a glass of wine in his hand. His rugged charm and confidence were as irresistible as ever. Damian and Damon were seated, their profiles exuding an air of quiet intensity. They had chosen simple yet perfectly tailored outfits that accentuated their muscular physiques. It was impossible not to notice the way their shirts clung to their chests, emphasizing every sculpted curve.

Maybe going back home to spend some time with his brother will ease his painful heart and make him feel relaxed. He finally switches off the laptop, then stands up and strides into the bathroom to have his bath and get ready for work. Barely thirty minutes that he went inside the bathroom, the bathroom door suddenly opens with a light creak, revealing the hot creature that just stepped out. Dean has the perfect body shape. His skin is light and smooth, his thick black hair is clinging to his head and dripping wet. He has a white towel wrapping around his waist. He's super cute. One hour later...