Dean Winchester Novels & Stories

The only weapon that was able to kill werewolves, as I was told. My eyes couldn’t help but notice the scar on his cheeks. The very first time I saw him I have thought he was very bad news, but in reality, he isn’t. Dean was a very silent man, clever, a bit blunt, okay he was too much blunt for his own good yet he adored his family to the infinity even though his look screams fox. Xander trusted him, after all, he is his beta; he handles his shit more often than anyone since he sees him that much. He was an almost exact version of Xander, mysterious, obscure, with a hint of danger in their aura.

James Martin, who was standing by the side, came up and said in an apologetic tone, “I am sorry, President, it was my fault. I should have been a little more vigilant.” “I do not blame you,” replied Sky. “This idiot deserved it!” Sky did not want to look at Elias anymore. If he wasn’t his own brother, Sky would have pushed Elias off the building right now. Turning to Dean Young, Sky asked, “Do you know that Zeppelin Wayne?” “Only bits and pieces. We seemed to have fought before, although I have lost count of the people I’ve battled. There were just too many of them,” Dean answered. It had been over twenty years since Dean made his name as one of the best sword wielders here in Strego City. A

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.

“Really….. a doctor’s advice indeed, you were just drunk a moment ago and I thought of throwing you back in the ditch. I can’t help but remember the bible verse I used to hear from the church back then when I was a kid, it said something like, there were some pastors who preached water while they drink wine, I think this applies to you.” “Wherever, I don’t care I am only preventing you from getting drug related illnesses. Can you at least drop me to the hospital while you go and mind your business?” Dean requested, he looked at his wrist watch and realized that he was running late for his night duty. His wet clothes had already dried and luckily there wasn’t any stain on his white shirt. Th

Swoosh! Amid the noise, Dean slowly walked into the large hall in a fancy tuxedo. He was very unused to this tuxedo. However, in front of the governor and the captain of the Shadow Wolves, he had to pay attention to his appearance and be mindful of the details. “Ladies and gentlemen...” As soon as Dean opened his mouth, everyone fell silent out of respect. “I, Dean Mitchell, welcome the many dignitaries of the East River State to join me and celebrate my 60th birthday. I am deeply honored. Thank you all.”

Dean walked toward Arianna before taking her hand in his, the hand that held the gun, and aimed it at her chest. “The two of us know that our lives are linked as one. As mates, as lovers, as friends, and as enemies.” He said, his back faced me as he kept his eyes on her. I looked down at Kai who was on the ground, drowning in his blood, and I couldn’t help the tears that fell from my eyes as I knew that Dean would be taking his last breath in the next few seconds. “I have done my wrongs toward you, I have hurt you, and I may have broken a lot more in you than I should have. But one thing that I know for sure is that I have been deeply in love with you through it all, and I will always be. To

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Dean asked as he took the final shot from his glass, adopting a fighting stance. “He’s extremely cautious and fiercely loyal. If he catches on to your tail, he’d fight you to the death. Remember that, Mr. Ted,” the bartender took his last shot and closed his eyes in preparation for what was coming. Dean crashed his fist into the bartender's face thereby, sending him crashing into a dumpster. He lay unconscious as Dean fled the scene, knowing he would have to lay low for a while now that people would be looking for him. He managed to retrieve his truck from the pub before the approaching scents drew near. Soon, he made his way to a hotel to rest and plan his next move.

Dallas arranged for one of his team to replace him on duty; Chris called the garage and said he couldn’t make it to work that day. They sat around Dean’s living room, drinking beer and not saying anything much. They just waited for Dean to talk, if he wanted to. If he didn’t talk, they were sure as hell going to get piss-drunk with him in almost complete silence, and then lug him to bed to sleep it off, if that was what he preferred. After his third beer, Dean started to lose that hit-over-the-head look and opened his mouth.

Secretary Luke ordered me. I looked at Secretary Luke. I was nervous about what was happening, but I wanted to laugh at what Secretary Luke told me. "Do you think I'll follow a traitor like you?" I sarcastically asked Secretary Luke. I looked at Jacob Hernandez. I want to know who killed Winchester. Because of them, I could not experience a quiet, peaceful, and normal life as a young boy. "Who killed the Winchester family?" I asked Jacob. I already know who, but I want everything to come out of his mouth.