Dean Winchester Smile Novels & Stories

She took out the three boxes and placed them on the coffee table. But as soon as she pulled them out, Dexie found a photo underneath. The back of the photo bore a phrase: Luke, let the past remain in the past forever. Dexie wondered, What was this photo? Dexie grabbed the photo, flipped it over, and looked at it. When she saw the photo, her expression immediately changed. In the photo, Danny’s mother, Serena, had her hand on her chin and an innocent smile on her face. Her smile was charming and dazzling. She was wearing a white shirt and lying on the desk with her hair tied up in a ponytail. On her face, there was a smile that radiated warmth. Even as a woman, Dexie couldn’t help but feel me

“Why don’t we forget all this plotting and just… spend some time together right now?” Stan smiled genuinely, his eyes warm. “You’re nothing but trouble, Dean,” he said, his voice teasing. “But yeah. Let’s do that instead.” I grinned, pulling him close again, my lips brushing his ear lightly. “That’s more like it,” I whispered, my voice soft. The weight of schemes and plans faded from my mind for the moment.

"Why just smile, honey? Are you imagining how to be. . . ow " Irawan then stroked his arm which was pinched by Saskia. He smiled then kissed the face of Saskia who looked at him without paying attention to the gazes of all the guests. Why are you always teasing me? I'm ashamed to hear your request. Just imagine me not yet, let alone ... "

she looked up to the ceiling, blinked several times to avoid further tears from flooding her face. You better have a good reason for acting as such Dean. She thought. You better. The door swung open exhibiting a man in his mid-twenties. "Good morning Ladies." Silence spread across the room as the doctor made his way in. "Sorry for taking too long." His lips broke into a charming smile, yet, not promising. His smile was hunting; the kind which had abilities to do so for the rest of the day or perhaps entire life. "congratulations miss," he said, as he handed to her an envelope.

My voice is just as sweet as hers was seconds ago, and I give her a wide smile. I smile at her while thinking to myself: Fuck you bitch. With every word leaving my mouth, I feel how she reddens in anger and embarressment, while Dean next to me is trying his hardest to keep his face straight. One thing I must say about her though, she's good, like really good in her fake way. She gains her composure fairly fast again, puts on her smile and hands Dean his portion of Sushi. And then she takes a damn seat opposite from us.

I hastened my steps towards Dean, who was talking with dad and the head of the warrior on the terrace of the warrior camp. When I arrived, they had finished talking. Dean smiled at me while dad and the chief warrior left the warrior's camp. I hugged Dean, who was already wearing clothes. "I was disappointed not to see your stomach." I pouted, and Dean chuckled. Dean pinched my cheek. "Don't you always see it at night?" Dean whispered. I smiled shyly. I let go of my hug and examined Dean's body; I looked for wounds that had not disappeared from his body. Dean smiled with locked eyes at me, and I blushed. "No injuries. You don't need to worry. I am the greatest warrior in this pack."

She slid her hands over his broad shoulders and stepped around him with a small smile on her face. Seeing the smile on her face and feeling her soft hands on his neatly trimmed beard, drew a relieved smile to his face and his eyes involuntarily fell shut. “I want him back.” Deagan’s eyes shot open in alarm. “Who?” his eyes darted around the room. “The Deagan that I know, the one with an effortless smile, the one who stops at nothing to impress me. I can’t deal with this stoic, emotionless version of you.” Her eyebrows drew into a frown and he itched to smooth away the crease, but his hands fiated at his sides to resist the urge.

we’d manufactured for Declan was working perfectly. Declan didn't look at the crowd. He didn't look at the Principal. He adjusted his cufflink and flashed a quick, devastatingly handsome smile directly toward me. I didn't hesitate. I smiled back, a slow, confident curve of my lips that told him the stage was set.

Devin blurted with a sneer on his face. Oh, dear. Rather than a smile, sadness spread on my face, darkening my expression. Dax's weird smile got wider as he extended one of his lips before raising it naughtily. “Don't tell me you've been doing things with her behind our backs?” he asked, laughing playfully before tapping Devin on his shoulder. After sensing the switch in my mood, Devin's eyes won't stop boring into me. I could tell that he was trying to read me to rebrand his words.

He said through clenched teeth, all the when glaringly hatefully at Richmond. Then, Richmond smiled, for real this time. A cheery, happy filled, bright and stunning smile. "Oh, Mr. Delano I think you'll find that it's within my every right to fire you." He chuckled, patting Delano on his pudgy chest. "But that was a good joke. Now there's no way you can say you and I didn't have a good laugh together." He glanced at me, before glancing back at Delano.