Dean Winchester Smile Novels & Stories

- She shook her head, trying to regain control. I smiled at the gesture and followed her inside the house. "So..." she said nervously. "What did you think of the news?" ************* EVA Dean remained silent for a few seconds. I must say that those seconds felt like hours to me. But my apprehension dissipated as soon as I saw a smile form on his lips. What a beautiful smile it was. "I thought the news was wonderful," he said, approaching me. "Seriously?" I asked hopefully. Yes. - He smiled again.

WINNIE “What are you smiling at?” Archer asks me as we sit across from one another at dinner. His chef had prepared chicken with vegetables that smell amazing. We’d gone all day without talking after the kiss at the gym that hasn’t left my mind since the moment it happened, but somehow, things haven’t felt weird. They just feel…electrified. “I’m not smiling,” I answer, rubbing my lips together to try and hide that I definitely am smiling. His sigh is loud as he sets down his fork. He’s barely even taken two bites, but his food seems forgotten as he looks at me from across the long table. “Winnie, you’re a horrible liar. You wear your emotions all over your face.”

Dean's face was a beaming load of smugness and Mark sucked his teeth. "Jeeze could you tone down the happy grinning...you're making me jealous here." Dean chuckled and ran his hands through his hair letting out a breath. "Whew, i tell ya, i do need a cold drink after that..." Hamish laughed. "Don't you mean a cold shower?" "Ha, yeah...you're not wrong." Dean adjusted his seat and pulled on his jeans crotch. "Fuck, she was so into it, I wanted to just take her home."

Hair combed out of his face in backward waves, a black Roman cut Brioni suit, and a Zegna shirt that was the exact color of my suit. Was this another one of his antics? Had he seen me when I left for work? Dean walked past me to hug him like he had last seen him a decade ago. He patted his back even though Colt was not hugging him back. Dean stepped back with a wide smile on his face, “This is what I am talking about. See?” his voice dropped now, “I’d like to see those old geezers talk shit about you.” He stopped suddenly, and frowned, because the whole time he was speaking, Colt’s eyes were pinned on me.

"You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way." Dean placed a kiss on my forehead, and from the corner of my eyes, I noticed Williams looking angry and Henry appearing somewhat sad. I nodded in agreement when Dean spoke and then turned my gaze toward Henry. "Hey Henry, it's been a while! Why don't you come inside? There's so much catching up to do." Henry smiled, but I sensed a hint of sadness beneath it. I couldn't quite figure out why. As we started to walk away, Williams held my hands and halted, prompting me to turn and face him.

Just the thought of losing Devin… ‘’What are you thinking?’’ he wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. Placing my hand above his, I leaned back and capture his lips in a gentle kiss, ‘’How lucky I am to see you smile.’’ He chuckled lightly, ‘’that’s because of you. You make me happy.’’ I gave him a lopsided smile, ‘’is this you being sweet?’’ ‘’Maybe,’’ we both laughed lightly and spent the rest of our Sunday inside his place. Cuddling, watching movies, making out, eating ice cream, and making out again.

She took the drink with a smile and takes a sip. He relaxed his hands in his pocket, and scoots closer to her, heaving a sigh. “Enjoying?” he asked. Her eyes follow his face. “I can’t say I am enjoying completely. But thanks for asking anyway.” “Why do you pretend to be fake when you aren’t? why smiling when you can’t smile from inside?”. “And who said I am not smiling from inside? You are wrong about it. I am not sad about anything. Not now anyway.” She drank the whole win in one sip.

I looked like a psychopath, smiling with blood all over me. Dean snorted. “We gotta talk about your ideas of fun, beautiful.” “Perhaps, but for now I need a shower,” I said, waving him out of the room. He smirked at me. “I don’t know. You might need help.” He even winked at me.

" You don't smile a lot so I know real from fake," " But It's real!" I said, perplexed. That was a real one. " Maybe you just don't know my smiles as well as you think," I crossed my arms against my chest as he spoke so fondly of my smiles. " There's the victorious smile, but usually it's always a smirk. The one for Lucas, it's the excitement and most real one, and then, there's Wyatt's smile, the one from the heart, gentle and shy; cheeks burning, butterflies erupting in the belly and pure tenderness and admiration," he explained. Azriel's voice was freaking pure and amazing. Soothing to listen to,

Nothing weird about a kiss on the cheek right? I looked away and took my seat across from them. Dean's blue eyes shifted to me then, and he gave that polite smile, the one I'd seen a hundred times over the past four years. The tattoo on his neck was so visible and fucking sexy. He was unapproachable to most people, cold even, but with me, it was this tiny gesture. I never knew if it meant something or if I was just imagining it. I returned the smile shyly as my cheeks heated up, and I looked down at my lap.