Dean Winchester Smile Novels & Stories

I stood in the middle of the living room, facing the security camera's blinking red light, practicing my smile again and again. Looking into the lens, I spoke softly, like I was leaving a message for the Mom who'd watch it someday. "Mom, look. I practiced the perfect smile again today. "Lift the corners of my mouth fifteen degrees and show eight teeth. The books say that's the most sincere smile. The one that makes people feel warm. "I've practiced so much my face hurts... but that's okay. "When you watch this tomorrow... will you tell me I did a good job? "Will you finally believe I wasn't lying to you?"

"You should be grateful. You would've been dead long ago if my face hadn't been ruined so suddenly." I looked at the madness in her eyes and listened to her speak of Adrian as if he were some flawless prize. I nearly started giggling. 'Perfect? Is she seriously calling him perfect? A violent drunk of a man who breaks me down day by day before waking up with his lips dripping with insincere apologies? Fine. If that is the perfection she wants, then she can have him.' Sienna glanced aside. Chester Middleton, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and placed the anesthesia mask over my mouth and nose.

Wearing a loose white blouse, hair fluttering in the breeze, smiling up at Dean like she had no care in the world. Barry’s jaw tensed as he leaned back in his chair. His fingers tapped slowly against the wooden armrest. Dean. He watched as the man laughed at something Lucy said, then leaned in slightly, too casually, like they’d known each other for years. Barry narrowed his eyes. She was smiling. Relaxed. Like she had just stepped out of a dream. That same girl who barely looked him in the eye days ago, now throwing around small talk and sunshine like it was free.

Sofia smiled, masking her pain and sadness before she walked toward him. “Mama, malyshka, care to share with me why the two of you are here in the dining room?” Dean asked, raising an eyebrow. He cupped her cheeks and kissed her forehead before looking at me. He shook his head in question, and I forced myself to smile before winking at him, assuring him that things were okay. They were not, and this was a lie that I knew that I wouldn’t forgive myself for if things took a different turn.

I simply answered. "Yes?" he hung up. I breathed deeply. Damn him. He is harassing me smoothly. "Yes Dean," I surrendered quietly. If he wants me to call him by his name, that's fine, I'll give it to him. A wide smile appeared on his lips. He looks like a fool. "Good. That's better." This is the first time I see him smile. And I swear, he only got more beautiful in my eyes. I stilled. What the heck? I can't believe I am admiring his looks.

The same slack-jaw stare, eyes wide, shoulders relaxed except for the one arm reaching out to touch the picture, but stopping before contact. "You're right. It is beautiful," said Dean, turning to face me with a sheepish grin. "Thank you for showing me that. You like your hotdog?" I hadn't realized how hungry I was, I had snarfed the entire thing down already. I pulled my finger out of my mouth, sucking off the last little bit of ketchup. I looked at him sheepishly, then we both laughed. "They're probably all waiting for us back at the house," I said.

My face was filled with excitement as I patted his cheeks like he was a cute little poodle who'd won his trophy in a dog show. Dexter's face creased into a soft smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners as his lips curved upwards. His facial muscles relaxed, giving his features a serene and warm appearance. By the gods, the smile was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating his entire face and making his eyes sparkle with warmth. It was a smile that managed to put me at ease, a smoke that made me feel like I did something really good. And of course I did. “Thank you, my Princess.” A low rumbling chuckle escaped his lips. “This was one of the shirts you got me.”

"Vanch!" He smiled sadly. My eyes widened seeing him. Him. Dean Castro is currently resting; lying on his back with his left leg all cast up. "So I bet you're Dean?" I asked him quietly, taking a sit on the couch in front of his bed. "That, I am." He smiled as Beth walked towards him. She smiles happily and kissed his forehead, "How are you?" "I'm fine, hun." Dean smiled cheekily at her, making me smile widely at what I'm seeing. Aww.

Not something pathetic, for a few seconds, I can’t speak. The city lights continue sliding past outside. Finally, I manage a weak smile. “That’s a nicer way of saying stupid.” To my surprise, the corner of his mouth moves. Barely……But it’s there. A smile, a real one. The sight startles me so much that I actually stare. Dante Wolfe smiling feels like witnessing a solar eclipse. .

I am against the idea, but I also want some answers, especially regarding my killer smile. Before I could change my mind, I pulled the corner of my lips back and gave him the full view of my killer smile. My eyes were on him the entire time, so I wouldn’t miss his reaction. So far, I have two reactions to my killer smile. One would have an uncontrollable sense of fear, while the other was pure adoration, which only Al expressed towards me. But the Doctor’s expression was strange. He was neither of the two expressions that I had received so far. He looked relieved. He was relieved enough that he would cry before me. I admit that seeing a grown man cry before me left a weird impression that I