Dean Winchester Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

His packmates didn’t let him down. “That’s awesome.” “Get a new phone before you go.” “If you’re lying and hiding out in your apartment for 3 days, you’re a bigger pussy than I think you are.” His group emailed them one last time. Darrell, stop watching ‘Supernatural.’ Dean is not a good role model for vocabulary choices. Nate, I’m a big boy. I’ll be fine. You know this. Elliot, fuck off you dickhead. I adore you, too. Leave Joan for me and it’s on.

I threw my head back and laughed. “You’d make an amazing Dean Winchester,” I snickered, having become addicted to that series since Cracker introduced me to it. “Who?!” he asked, completely clueless. I just shook my head. Cracker really needed to culturalize these guys...

“But I want to. Because I don’t want your story to end the way hers did.” The silence stretched again, but this time it felt different. Not heavy. Not suffocating. Just… raw. Mason exhaled shakily, running a hand through his hair. “Dean was right about you.” I frowned. “What?” “He said you were the strongest person he’s ever met. That you see people, really see them. And that you can cut through their bullshit like nobody else.” He let out a soft laugh. “I used to hate him for saying that. But sitting here now, I think he was right.”

Vincent took a deep sigh and paused. "I need blood," he admitted honestly in a whispering low voice. Vincent felt ashamed to admit it though he started to feel the thirst now. He lowered his head after that. Zach was stunned when he looked at Vincent, who was no longer covering himself. "My son, drinking human blood is an act of the devil. Don't let this disease control you," said Zach with a worried expression to Vincent, who was so hopeful. Zach understands that Vincent may not be able to control everything. He was still confused about what he had experienced.

I’m used to Jonathan’s crazy inventions, but that’s different from all this. I am not used to the idea of there being werewolves and vampires. If they are real, what the fuck else is? Fairies? Leprechauns? Genies? Legit, how much of Supernatural is real? Are there hunters out there like Sam and Dean? Is there a God? If he’s anything like Chuck, it would explain why the world is fucked.

“I can try, but I don’t promise anything. And hopefully you do not ask someone to shoot me dead for failing to find your lover.” Dean grimaced and slumped back on his seat. With a sigh, he picked up his phone, as his right hand closed around the glass, and he drank the water like a starving camel. He turned his head to me and nodded for me to pour him more water. “Hello,” he placed the phone against his ear and leaned into the desk to support his elbow. “Don’t kill Zeb,” he said into the phone, and I knew he could only be talking about the bald man.

We were taken back by her revelation, but the men remained silent until Dean spoke, rather agitated, throwing his hands in the air as he burned a hole at my aunt. "Bullshit! There's no wolf's spirit within her." "As the legends say," Xander trailed off, his voice barely a whisper as he rubbed his hand over his lip and stared at the floor. I pulled my knees up to my chest. "What legends? Do you seriously believe this shit? She's probably making this up!" An expression of anger washed over Dean's face as he took a step closer to her but she didn't look at him, she barely even acknowledged his presence.

“Corrupt. Rapist. What else can I say? Addict. So I always fuck the lives of the people like them. People like this should be executed, not just beheaded. Oh my goodness! Aurora will be overjoyed!" "That's not your assignment," he said boredly as he rose from his slumber on the sofa. They are in a Ramona-owned rest stop, and he is tired of seeing her house in full red. "Yeah, I'm aware. But I despise people like them." She return to the kitchen. While Zerus went straight to the house's mini bar and got a drink. ‘Don't touch his favorite wines,’ his sister warned him. One of its strange habits is collecting wine and breaking it when she don't like the taste.

Then she turns and keeps walking to the back rows. "What the hell was that, Alice?" Dean looks at me in disbelieve. I shrug. "I don't know. I don't even know why I said that. Someone or even the same Chris told her something. It's ridiculous." Dean looks at me and smiles. "I think that being a Blessed and a vampire suits you. You don't let anything get under your skin. But you still need to calm down because your eyes are blood red again. I don't want you...you know." He doesn't need to finish for me to understand his meaning. It wouldn't be good for me to go all murders in the auditorium which is full of my classmates.

Bellatrix Sinclair “Cheers to Bellatrix.” Dean rejoiced as we all lifted our glasses filled with champagne. Heat spread across my cheeks, “You guys don’t have to do this.” Imogen scoffed, a tug of her lips into a small smile. “Trust me, this has become revolutionary.” My brows furrowed in confusion, sipping on the bubbles. “How so?” Aaron tilted his head, grey eyes sparkling with curiosity. “You didn’t see it on the live broadcast?”