Dean Winchester Season 3 Novels & Stories

, Travis yells. Clearly they are running out of time as I pull my gun back out. Spencer takes a step to the side and reveals Amory to Travis once more. That’s when Travis changes his mind and says, “I think I’ll take you up on that offer”! He lifts the gun towards Amory and Spin steps in the way as Travis fires, just as I squeeze my own trigger. POP! POP! As Travis’ gun goes off so does mine, but it’s too late! Spin takes the bullet right into his chest, and collapses to the ground in front of Amory. Travis clutches his chest a moment longer, before he too slumps to the ground.

The Doctor explained and I nodded. "She will be back in no time my sweet." The King said. "Now rest, I will check in on you later and I am sure that you will get plenty of visitors throughout the day." The King and the Doctor left and Grant came and sat with me, handing me the remote. I snuggled into him and put on my favourite shows. 'Dad's on a hunting trip and he hasn't been home in a few days.' Came Dean Winchesters' voice through the speakers I heard my mate groan beside me.

“Can you come over, man? I’ve got to talk to you.” Without a word, Dean walked down the front steps and across the small path separating their houses. He raised his eyebrows at Dallas, knowing that something serious was up. After three tours in Afghanistan together, watching each other’s backs and keeping each other’s lives intact, they were able to read each other like books.

The truck veered and crashed into a pine. Alex fired the shotgun. The right truck’s windshield shattered. It swerved but kept coming. Dean and Jenna were fired together. Bullets punched through the grille and the remaining men inside. The truck rolled to a stop ten yards from the cabin. Silence fell once more. Dean waited thirty seconds. Then he stepped outside. He checked each body and there were no survivors. He returned to the cabin. “It is done.” Lily lowered the rifle. She sank to the floor. Jenna knelt beside her. Elena limped forward and Alex locked the door.

“I can try, but I don’t promise anything. And hopefully you do not ask someone to shoot me dead for failing to find your lover.” Dean grimaced and slumped back on his seat. With a sigh, he picked up his phone, as his right hand closed around the glass, and he drank the water like a starving camel. He turned his head to me and nodded for me to pour him more water. “Hello,” he placed the phone against his ear and leaned into the desk to support his elbow. “Don’t kill Zeb,” he said into the phone, and I knew he could only be talking about the bald man.

Memories surged through her mind like flickering images in a reel—one after another—until regret finally spilled from her eyes. At last, after repeated pleading, the footage from that snowy night three years ago was played before her. Seeing me curled up in the snow, shivering in pain, my mother clenched her fingers tightly, tracing my outline again and again. "Nicolas… My son… How could you not tell me you were sick? Why would you do this to me? How much pain must you have been in…" Her voice soon grew hoarse. Before long, her piercing wails echoed through the hospital corridors.

As the room settles, I scan the seats in front of me, my heart stopping when I realise that Richard is no longer in his seat. I look around me wildly as Taylor slides in beside me, Stix having taken a seat next to her mother and I can see Taylor giving me a weird look. But as I sweep the room for a second time it would appear I am not the only one who seems to have noted Richard’s absence. The two young police officers are talking into their radios, their faces drawn and urgent as they call for backup. Taylor, however, is still looking forward to where his father’s coffin is disappearing through the set of red velvet curtains to the soundtrack of his mother’s sobs. When he finally turns back

Summer pulled back her thoughts and dashed towards the ward. She was now sure that Dean was hiding something from her, as far as his legs were concerned. The attending doctor had left. Dean was leaning against the headboard, drinking water. He broke into a smile when Summer returned. “I can almost smell the sandwich,” he said. Summer looked at him, and said calmly, “It’s tuna sandwich.” “Thank you. Just leave the things here. I can take care of myself. Go see Charlotte. She must have been frightened when this happened.”

Lily's expression changed. "I don't know what you're talking about..." She edged behind my mother. "I've never been here." Mrs. Grace smiled. "Then how did you find this place?" She turned and pulled up a segment of security footage. The timestamp was three months ago. By then my wolf was nearly gone. I had almost nothing left: no taste, no smell. I couldn't eat. My limbs had gone stiff, and I barely had the strength to lift my arms.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."