Dean Winchester Smile Novels & Stories

With a smile. ____

he said, touching up his foundation like this was just another normal day. Suddenly, those photos of Michael and Elena flashed in my head again. Lunching. Locking eyes. And the worst part, he was laughing like someone tickled the bottom of his damn feet. Every article. Every comment. Every post. Just making it clear: he’s happier with her. It's making me want to sneeze my brains out. Fine. Let them laugh at my loss. But I’ll make sure I laugh last. “Hi,” Dean greeted. His smile lit up when our eyes met. “I didn’t think you’d actually show.”

“Are you, like, sweet?” “Oh, Grace.” He mimicked a British accent. “You flatter me.” “Your accent is phenomenal babe.” I made a comment on it with a soft laugh. He simply smiled at me, holding my gaze for what felt like minutes before he let out a sigh and said, “I can’t believe after today, I’m not gonna see you until like…” “…Christmas?” Dean faked a dramatic shudder, “Hell no, it can’t be Christmas. I would die.”

It made those cunning businessmen, some of whom were much older than him, more cautious when they plotted against him. Now, with his current status, he no longer needed to fake a smile to appease anyone; He didn't need to compromise himself. Upon seeing his reaction, Hannah smiled gently. She turned around and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "Don't worry. I like you this way, Mr. Winchester." He made her feel special; as if she was the only one who received such special treatment from him. Who could resist such a unique tenderness? Furthermore … "You also look very sexy with that expressionless face, Mr. Winchester."

This is by far the most outlandish presentation I have ever given in my life. “So, Miss Wickham, how long do you think you’ll need to make your decision?” Devin asks, wetting his lips and flashing her the signature King smile that would melt the panties right off a nun. I smile when Samantha squirms in her seat and flushes a deep shade of red under Devin’s smouldering gaze.

All the Rose boys have the same charming smile, but they all wear it differently. On Dex, it’s manipulative, sexy…but when Dane smiles, it’s warm and sweet. On Richard…I can’t deny that smile could get me to do some dangerous things, because holy hell is it…hot. I force myself to look away from him. I don’t need this right now, I don’t need… “Congratulations,” I say, my voice tinged with irritation. “Why such a rush?” he asks, his voice carrying an edge of command. I stop at the end of the steps.

I smiled while repeatedly saying the name in my head. "Yes Derek, just one night." Devin replied with an I'll kill you if I could kinda smile. They're really entertaining to watch. Devin caught me smiling, he was amused and pleased at the same time. He wouldn't look away, he's probably wondering why I'm smiling. I hope he doesn't ask I don't have a reasonable explanation, I can't tell him that I'm smiling because his name has a nice ring and that he's entertaining to look at. "Why are you smiling?" This bitch.

His words echoed. And for some reason, I couldn’t look away as he got to where Sydney stood. Sydney stretched out the book she was holding to him. Dean hesitated at first, but still took it. Then he said something. And…Sydney smiled. Yes, you read right. Sydney smiled at Dean Monroe! I nearly lost it. My blood boiled beneath my skin. But I told myself not to overthink it as I laid in bed that night, doing a throw and catch with my wall.