Dean Winchester Birthday Novels & Stories

Soothes Zane as he rubs circles on my back, “it’s also said you will come into your power just before your nineteenth birthday. How old are you?” “Eighteen, I’m nineteen soon. A few weeks maybe.” I say, a frown littering my features, I didn’t know the exact date. “You don’t know?” Dean frowns, though his was more of a scowl. “How can you not know?” “Balthazar didn’t tell me the date and their was no Calendar where I was, I don’t even know the month.” I whisper, embarrassed and unsure. “I want to kill this warlock.” Growls Dean, his eyes flickering to a darker shade. “I’ll rip him apart.”

"So it's really this month? End of thisssss month?" "Think she mentioned the last Saturday of THIS month." I rush to her in panic, "Shit. Seriously? Saturday? Can't she do it next month? Not that far ahead just up it to one week like the first weekend of the month? You know, when my kids are over so they can celebrate their grandmother's birthday too?" "Hello, your Mother's birthday is on the 27th, not a week after. Since when do you care if it's the first weekend of the month or not? It's not like Dean cares if you'd like to move down your weekend. He's always cool about it."

WINCHESTER DATE OF BIRTH: NOVEMBER 08 1974 DIED: DECEMBER 02, 2010 I didn't even see her for a moment and even hugged hee. In the short time they were alive I never had a chance to talk to and get to know my mother thoroughly. Next I looked at Celestia's grave. HILLARY CELESTIA OLIVEROS.WINCHESTER DATE OF BIRTH: JANUARY 17, 1994

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I lowered into a seat, resisting the urge to pull her out of here, and stand over her till she told me who had dared to make her cry again. She must have sensed me watching her, because she looked up, and the ghost of a smile crossed her lips. I forced myself to look at Dean, but he did not look like he could be the source of anyone’s troubles. He looked even worse than he had earlier. My eyes fell on that silly couch blanket still draped around him even though the room was quite warm. He caught me watching him and smiled sadly, “It’s mom's posthumous birthday tomorrow.” I frowned, irritated that he would think I could forget that. But I gave him a nod. Thi

His thoughts drifted back to the past. 'Back then, Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya had also celebrated my birthday and even prepared luxury gifts for me every year. But instead of feeling happy, I always felt depressed… even angry. Why? Because they celebrated it on April 28—the one date I could never forget, because that was actually Zeke's birthday.