Dean Winchester Aesthetic Novels & Stories

— I would like him to talk more: his voice is high, but at the same time a little hoarse, turned out to be very pleasant. Under the leather jacket, an abundance of weapons glistening in the semi-darkness is noticeable: knives on belts in sheaths, a pair of pistols in leather holsters of the old type. — I'm talking about race. If you want, you can ask me later...— The reflections of Dean's glowing eyes in his amulet, walking on the material of the turtleneck, almost blinded me and I barely held the phone in my hands.

Brown hair, olive skin, amber eyes, thick eyebrows. Dean is beautiful in a slightly feminine way, with softer features and a slender frame. Aiden is handsome in a rough, manly way, with a sharp jaw and big shoulders. Damon is just plain gorgeous, like a movie star. Perfect in every way. He’s just… very aesthetically pleasing. I can’t stop looking at him as we all eat together in my new house. Mansion, actually. God, I still can't believe I'm in this situation. We've never been poor, but after my parents' divorce, we were struggling.

I hadn’t been ready for her to go to school, I still wanted her at home with us, and that feeling had never gone away, especially now. “I hope you are going to fix those,” Deacon’s voice pulls me back from my trip down memory lane as he sits beside me on the bench. I look up at the headless statue with a frown. “I think they look better like this, they were kind of creepy,” Axel shrugs as he comes to sit on my other side. “That may be so, but they look expensive, and I think the owner of this house probably prefers them with their heads intact,” D sighs.

Suddenly the girl with the bloodied nose looked up at us, then the rest did. “Oh dear Dex, have you got bickering favourites again?” Austin smirked lowly into my ear as he strolled by. His gold chains glinting in the sun, making him look older and pompous. “Then again that blonde one is pretty, I can see why you’d want her to owe you one. ” Whether he did it on purpose or not, the fact he adjusted his pants whilst looking straight at her made me want to rip his throat clean out. What the hell is wrong with me.

Dean obeyed instantly. “God,” he whispered emotionally, “you really do understand art.” I laughed quietly while taking several more shots. The streetlight cut across his face perfectly, catching the metal of his piercings and rings while the dark yard behind him blurred softly into shadow. Between the sleepy suburban background and his aggressively rebellious pose, the entire photo somehow looked absurdly stylish. “Okay,” I said after checking the results. “These are actually unfairly good.” Dean immediately rushed over to look. The second he saw the photos, he looked genuinely moved.

I asked Felix to get all the employees out because we want privacy. "Why do you need the M-3 prototype?" I asked as I opened the safe to show the prototype to Dean. He took it and he brought it to the smart table to see the detailed description of the M-3. Me and Dean love working on technology. He's a really smart guy and no one really can beat his brain. He's a doctor but also a creator for weapons. Me, Phoenix and Dean had been designing guns and some other things. He looked at the M-3 and he plugged his USB showing me the new design for X-10. I turned to Dean disbelief when I saw the new design for the gun.

Daniel smiles gently, reassuringly. I take a deep breath and think about it. “Okay. Dean likes to look intimidating to people. He uses his looks, but he would often pick a fight with the weakest person in the room. He wanted to beat the guy and have people fear him. If it looked like the fight was going into the other guy’s favour, he would stop the fight and joke about it. Get drunk with the guy and abuse me when we got home.” I shrug. It was the norm. “He smokes. Davidoff’s Slims. The smell used to make me sick. Thankfully, it’s not a favoured brand in Australia. He drinks the usual ‘anything he can get his hands on’.” I pause, for I don’t know how long. “Was he into fitness?”

The two men behind them shielded the children from the surroundings. A beautiful female figure stared at Dean with rounded and fiery eyes that could pierce through. Dean is a top quality man who can only be found but not owned. A sexy mature man with a stunning appearance. This appearance makes people can't resist wanting to get closer. Even if they come for a one-night stand or something, they are willing to fight over it.

That's why now, as she entered Dean Winters' office—her own cousin's sanctuary—two of them still flanked her like stone sentinels while the other three remained posted outside, their backs to the door like human barriers. Dean stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his tall frame silhouetted against the panoramic cityscape thirty stories below. At the sound of her entrance, he pivoted on his heel. Sunlight streamed through the glass, catching in his tousled golden curls and glinting off the Cartier cufflinks adorning his wrists, their subtle shimmer complementing his charcoal Brioni suit.