Novel & Cerita Dean Winchester Drawing

Still unable to look away. Children told the truth without meaning to. That drawing revealed more than Kai ever would. He didn’t belong here. Not in his heart. Not yet. Maybe not ever. A sound behind me made me jump. Dean. He glanced at the drawing. Then at me. “What is it?” I held it up. His eyes skimmed over it briefly. Then he shrugged. “He misses them.” That was it. Nothing more. No concern. No sadness. No guilt. Just a casual observation.

He could see it clearly in his mind’s eye: ‘BILLIONAIRE HEIR, MATHIAS DREW INVOLVED IN ANAUTOMOBILE CRASH AFTER SOME BOOZE’ Man! would Nancy have a coronary?; and Patrick would only lock himself in the study and grieve. Bob reclined on his seat and said giving him a conspiratory wink, ‘Nancy know you `ere’ , Matt gave him a stony stare and said nothing. He got the message, he didn’t wanna talk about his mother.The bottle and glasses arrived and they set down to drinking and talking business as well as checking out to see if they could pin the next lady on Matt’s hit list.

Chen handed him another book from beside him. Dean glanced at it and casually declined, "The last one was really good, this is enough for today. I’ll look at this one tomorrow." As he lowered his gaze to read the title of the second book, he froze. The cover was an art book, and the figures in the illustrations were—astonishingly—of him. "Wow, you really made me look good in this," Dean said, a little surprised. Chen chuckled, a glint of pride in his eyes. "Isn't it because you're good-looking?"

“But have you met her uncle?” Jaxon laughed at his brother. “Yes, yes I have.” “Yeah. He could probably kill me in his sleep and then have his construction company bury in concrete.” “And have Willow print up have you seen me flyers while he comforted mom.” “So, you have met him?” Jaxon laughed as they left the room and headed down the stairs. “Once or twice.” “What do you want me to do with the brushes?” JD asked as he looked over Dean’s shoulder. “I’ll get them.” She said setting the small box on the dining room table. Then she took the glass jar and brushes into the kitchen.

“Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen. Excellent book.” He sits down and begins reading. The first picture I draw is a portrait of uncle Owen’s sister with a wolf howling at the edge of a cliff at a full moon in the background. I make one for his father too. I plan to give them these at the funeral. I do similar ones of Michael to give to Carrie and one for Zuri but with a lion for the family.