Novel & Cerita Dean Winchester Supernatural Quotes

my heartbeat was slowing down and my nerves decreasing. "I'm not going to lie, a little bit. I know we're in a school where a lot of unusual shit happens but it's not everyday someone just teleports into your room," Dean chuckled in an attempt to lighten up the atmosphere. I smiled because of the radiance oozing from his face. It was rare for him to display facial expressions other than the grim and neutral expression he wore on his face 24/7.

Maybe there's more than one. “I wish I knew, Asher. He smells the same as the last time and the other times before that. Guess we'll never know.” Dean remarked in defeat. “Yeah. I guess so.” “You know what you could really use right now?” Dean said in the silence that followed. “What?” “A warm mouth around your cock.” I stopped mid shovel. “Yeah, that wouldn't be so bad right now huh. Too bad Liam's brain is fried,” I chuckled. “I wasn't talking about Liam.” Dean whined.

I pick up three glasses and half fill them with the alcohol before sitting back down at the table; Lillys frowns when I push a glass toward her and Sharna and asks, “What's going on?” I brush the tears away that I can feel pooling in my eyes as I whisper, “Damian is dead.” Their eyes widen in shock as they watch me down the whiskey in my glass and pour myself another. Sharna reaches across the table and takes hold of my wrist as she says, “Are you sure you should be doing that?” I huff as I say, “We are supernaturals, Sharna; we haven't got enough alcohol in this cave to get one of us drunk, let alone the three of us.”

Still not sure what he was talking about, Cadence debated about whether or not to tune him out or ask for clarification. She didn’t have to do either when he said, “I asked Aaron if he explained that Vampire hunting is like a box of chocolates and Dax never knew what he was gonna get, and our bossman, who often hasn’t got a funny bone in his body, looked me right in the eye, and in his best Tom Hanks impersonation said, ‘Mama always said dying is a part of life.’ I laughed so hard, I thought I might piss my pants.” “Why is that funny?” Christian asked as they reached the office building.

Lucas responded, indignant. “Be that as it may, I'd like to see them try.” Dean said with a shrug. “They'll most probably go back to barking at us like dogs soon enough.” He added. “Ok then, I'll make sure to deliver your reply to them.” Lucas replied. “That's good.” Dean replied. “Anything else?” “Actually, there is.” Lucas replied. “Do you remember Alpha Harold Rosacea?” He asked. “The extremely sick one?” Dean asked.

Evelyn stood before the black mouth of the southern culvert with Caleb’s flashlight cold in her hand and water whispering over stone at her feet. The sound from inside came again after several seconds. A faint metallic click. Then nothing. Behind her, Dean breathed out very slowly. “I would like to revise my earlier position on scouting. I now believe that scouting is a concept invented by people who hate staying alive.” Rowan did not look back. “Quiet.” “I’m being quiet emotionally. My mouth is adjusting.”

This daily turmoil was driving me insane, battling these ghosts in my head. "Blood speaks for itself, Lucas," the words escaped Lucas's lips, but all three of us knew they were our Uncle Dexter's words—what he'd ingrained in us, and I'd never doubted it until this very day, "Sooner or later, she'll reveal her true colors."

"So... there are no government helicopters, no zombie Alphas, or crazed wives?" "What the hell are you talking about?" Tristan asked, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Nothing, I guess..." Dean chuckled, and soon the laughter was infectious, spreading to a few people nearby, including myself. I playfully told him to stop laughing, even as I couldn't help but join in. With a sense of levity returning despite the intensity of the moment, Dean asked, "So, are we ready to continue, then?"

Dean was about to say something when I spoke again; "I mean, I lost my dog, vixen, back then and it hurt like hell but it wasn't the same because I saw it coming. It literally sucks the way people just die all of a sudden and leave everyone who loves and cares for them." I noticed Dean's muscles flex as I finished speaking and his eyes held strong emotion, "It sucks." His demeanor changed so quickly, I wonder why. Was it something I said? It was silent for a little while before I looked at him and said, "You like the water, Dean." He looked at me with knitted brows. "I've noticed how much you love the water. Pools, rivers, beaches, water slides, it's like you feel safe with it." I said, look

"I think he's grown tired of speaking. Perhaps he doesn't need his tongue anymore." There was a hint of bloodlust in his eyes as he spoke. This wasn't Hannah's first time detecting such a ferocious and murderous air coming from Darren. The ferocious bloodlust he displayed was so strong that she thought she could smell blood in the air. "Mr. Winchester, we live in a law-abiding society." Hannah's smile became faint. Her clear eyes looked like they could see through anything in this world. "Besides, do you really think I'm the same as Nigel?"