Dean Winchester Season 3 Novels & Stories

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."

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.

And unlike me three years ago, my wedding dress was rented for five hundred dollars. They stood at the door to welcome the guests, and everyone beside them gave them their most sincere blessings. Every member of the expedition team that I went through fire and water with was present at the wedding. Three years after my death, they had all accepted Winston and Vivian. My intern, Blake Ferguson, handed over a delicate gift. "For Vivian and Winston, happy to see you getting married. "On the big day, you have to drink with me later." Vivian leaned into Winston's arms and said with a smile, "Winston and I are preparing for pregnancy, so he can't drink."

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.

Dean released me, straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, and said with mild indifference, "There's no need for a gift. Your surprises usually surprise me, but they don't particularly please me." I managed a faint smile but chose not to argue. I turned and went back to the kitchen. Soon, the final dish was ready. I sat across from Dean, poured wine into his glass, and then filled my own. Lifting my glass, I said, "To our third wedding anniversary-cheers." In the soft light, Dean's features were striking, with a sharply defined jawline and a straight nose. His lips were slightly pursed, showing a hint of dissatisfaction. I gave a faint smile, not expecting much from him, and took a long sip

Cassie backed away from the poison. "I'm pretty sure you're safe with one." He ignored the dramatics, handed her a shot, and raised it to toast. "To moving on and moving up." They tossed the tequila back. There was something about the disgusting taste of tequila and the feel of it burning its way to her stomach, almost as if the burn hinted at impending regret. She sat on a bar stool and motioned for Randy to sit. "So, let's talk about the Schmidt case. I have a lead, but I'm gonna need Danny Boy for it."

He shut me in an attic even though I was nearing my delivery date. Mark should be the one to die! Jacob Grant, the doctor, soon arrived. As Mark’s friend, Jacob had always been in charge of Mark’s health. Mark crossed his arms and followed behind Jacob in annoyance. “Let’s see how long you can keep your act up, Jane!”

Bryce laughed when he heard Lori's question. He laughed so hard he could hardly stand. Tears were streaming down his face from the laughter. Lori was bewildered. "Why are you laughing?" Bryce replied, "I'm laughing at how stupid you are, Lori. Don't you know that Chad Lowry is dead?" It felt like an explosion went off inside Lori's mind. She stiffened. She kept shaking her head and could not stop trembling. "That's not true. Chad has always been healthy. How could he be dead? You're lying…"