Dean Winchester Full Body Novels & Stories

Seeing Dean always made my insides quiver like a teenage girl with a crush. Dean stood nonchalantly in the doorway. His worn leather jacket hung casually across comfortable jeans, his lithe muscled body giving the fabric beautiful contours. He looked relaxed, but I knew he was always working. His light blue eyes were always active, his muscles ready for anything. He took his job as Emma's bodyguard very seriously. He gave us both a smile as greeting. "Emma, will you be staying on the grounds for the rest of the evening? I saw the helicopter prepping and wanted to check with you." Dean gave his full attention to Emma. Since I was with Emma much of the time, it was often the three of us.

I hastened my steps towards Dean, who was talking with dad and the head of the warrior on the terrace of the warrior camp. When I arrived, they had finished talking. Dean smiled at me while dad and the chief warrior left the warrior's camp. I hugged Dean, who was already wearing clothes. "I was disappointed not to see your stomach." I pouted, and Dean chuckled. Dean pinched my cheek. "Don't you always see it at night?" Dean whispered. I smiled shyly. I let go of my hug and examined Dean's body; I looked for wounds that had not disappeared from his body. Dean smiled with locked eyes at me, and I blushed. "No injuries. You don't need to worry. I am the greatest warrior in this pack."

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.

Blossom POV His body, aglow with the sheen of moisture, reflects the intensity of the harsh solar rays, and I find myself utterly captivated by his physique. My eyes are involuntarily drawn to the mesmerizing way his firmly toned arms move beside his flawlessly sculpted hips. As Dean turns around upon exiting the water, pausing momentarily to take in the scenery, my attention fixates entirely on the pleasing fullness of his form—his sculpted lower back dimples and the enticing curvature of his backside. The wet swim trunks cling to him snugly, crafting a second-skin masterpiece that eloquently accentuates his chiseled posterior, pulsing vibrantly with every shift in his weight.

I froze, my entire body going rigid. I turned slowly, and there he was. Dean, coming down the stairs, his footsteps heavy and his dark blue eyes locked on mine. He was dressed in a black shirt and dark jeans. His hair, which was growing white strands each day, was slightly messy like he had just rolled out of bed. His brows were furrowed, and there were small but noticeable bags under his eyes. They didn't make him look tired, though. They made him look even more handsome. More unapproachable. More dangerous.

“Dean, how?” “Well, I had help.” A sudden vision of Dean storming a woman’s clothing store with his ex-battalion brothers came to her. She fought back a giggle, imagining Dallas Foreman, Chris Brooker, Jim Alden and Dean all standing around, scowling at the bewildered saleswomen and discussing the merits of various dresses and blouses for her. Like Dean, they were all huge, hulking guys with muscles and tattoos and bad-ass attitudes – though every one of them was a gentle, kind man in his heart.

I pecked her cheek and led Dean out of the party hall. *** “I’ve been waiting for this day for so long.” Dean shrugged off his coat and plopped on the couch, a full-blown smile on his face. His muscles flexed as he stretched out, getting comfortable. The guy put those bulky bouncers to shame with his bulging muscles and tats that peeked from under the sleeves of his shirt. I doubted if any part of his body was free of ink. Not that I knew of. That guy even had a tat on his dick, if I wasn’t wrong.

he groaned. Once the drawer was out, he unzipped the bag from head to toe until Oswin's body was completely free from the black plastic material. Taking the flashlight out of his teeth, he used his left hand to hold it up above Oswin's face, where he looked at the beauty before him. "Immortals sure are different. Even when they are dead, they still look magnificent." He shook his head in amazement. "It's such a pity that your beautiful face is going to be detached from your handsome body."

But something about this picture doesn’t add up. “This is quite interesting,” I said, looking at the picture. I can feel shocked faces on me. I looked at Zira and her eyes were blue, but I knew it is red. Archie can’t be tied up. He has powers and I know he can defend himself. Dean looks beaten and worn out and his eyes look bigger and red in tears, but the Dean I know has smaller eyes and he won’t cry outside no matter what someone does to him. I rolled my eyes, burning the picture.