Dean Winchester Novels & Stories

You had one job woman, to make sure river doesn't get caught but what did you do, fucking around like a dog in heat" he yells grabbing his gun it only takes seconds for ana's body to drop dead on the floor. I have never imagined dean would have this side of him. He always pretended to be the golden boy that I once admired. Better the devil you know than the angel you really don't. He kicks her body cussing to himself before turning to face me. Dean reaches into his pocket and takes out a cancer stick which also amazes me. He smokes too, and weed at that. "Now we can talk without some whore interfering with us" he seats on the chair in front of mine still gripping his gun tightly.

— 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.

'What a life' he thought. He had prescribed some drugs for Kaylar and handed Wayne a list of things she should avoid eating for the time being. Dean was the CEO of Cedarcrest Hospital he also took up some important and high-profile cases. His family has a long history in the medical line. "Bro! When did you get married?" Dean gave Wayne an incomprehensible look. He didn't know if he was meant to be happy because his good friend got married to a sensible lady. "It happened in a rush," Wayne said as he led Dean to the patio.

Dean said, diving into the discussion about their upcoming projects. As Dean sifted through the modeling applications, Trina's eyes caught a glimpse of the framed sonogram. A soft, genuine smile formed on her lips, appreciating the personal touch in Dean's office. The words "my baby girl" added a touch of warmth, providing a rare glimpse into the CEO's personal life. Despite the professional atmosphere, the presence of this sentimental item seemed to humanize Dean in Trina's eyes.

Easy for her to say- she wasn’t the one about to pledge her life to a man who treated her like a prized trophy. Dean stands across from me, tall and imposing in his ceremonial robes, his golden hair standing out among other males near him. To the pack, he was perfection-strong, decisive, a born leader. To me, he was just a proud son of a bitch who wanted nothing more than to put his golden-haired babies in me. His eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something-pride, maybe, or possession. Not love. Never love. I forced a smile, but it felt like baring fangs.

The headline painted me as the center of it all. I didn’t realize I was shaking until I tried to grab my mouse. “They know,” I whispered. "Someone wants war" Dean exhaled through his nose. He didn’t curse. He didn’t explode. But his voice turned to ice cold "if its war they want its war they're going to get" If we do go for war I just hope I end up on the winning side

His jaw had clenched so hard that I thought his teeth might crack, but he had no choice. Dean sat behind his desk with a grim expression on his face. Papers were spread in front of him, and his phone lay near his hand. He looked at Father first, cleared his throat, and said, “Mr. Hale, I know this has been a very unfortunate incident with Axel.” His gaze flicked to me before dropping to my stomach. I had kept the bandage on even though it was no longer necessary. The wound had already closed. I needed the bandage visible enough for the appearance’s sake.

~Ren~ My grip on his immediately loosened as my cheek felt hot. ‘’Sorry’’ I said sheepishly, looking into his eyes. Devin chuckled while he poured red wine on two port glasses from his hand. Where did that come from? I didn’t even see him take those when we stepped in on the lift. We sat on one of the outdoor couches facing the beautiful view of the city. He handed me a glass, and I took a big sip, and I coughed as soon as the liquid hit my throat. ‘’Whew...’’ I shake my head ‘’that was... that is strong.’’

After thinking for a moment, Dean said, “Maybe some tuna sandwiches. After this, you should go back to take care of Charlotte. She is too young and someone has got to be by her side.” “I will. Give me a moment and I will be right back.” After Summer walked out of the ward, Dean tried to move his legs, but he could not feel them. All he got was a headache and soreness in his arms. There was not the slightest sensation coming from his legs, as if they were no longer his. His mates from the police department came to visit. They all cracked jokes. Some said the captain was a hero, risking his own life to save the little princess.

Dean briefly showed his arrogant smile before sitting in front of my desk. "I'm a hacker, remember?" he answered with a little bit of arrogance. I stared at the man in front of me, from all Crossfire Inc. employees. Dean was the only one. He never went to college before. He lived on the streets and worked as a hacker before he was finally arrested when trying to hack the bank's security system that used Crossfire Inc.'s service.