Dean Winchester Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

Perhaps he would dismiss her on the notion of her quizzical statements or he would simply answer her. "Fine then, shoot." He shrugged. They walked a few steps in silence before sputtering the malicious question. "Who's this Nicodemus?" She noticed Vincent's body relatively stiffen. His bright countenance withered into fear and sadness intertwined. The question lingered in the air for a long period as they slowly paced. "He's a disease to the Supernatural world. An unspeakable monster." Vincent finally mumbled with heavy burden hinting. His gaze fixated to hers as if warning her not to broach the topic again. Regardless, her stubborn nature wouldn't let her mouth seal shut.

“We are really suffering with that shit they serve us.” We couldn’t help but laugh at her true but drunken words. “Yeah,” I collected the bottle from her. “That’s enough, girl.” Sienna held her hands back from taking it from me. “You are not dying from high-quality supernatural wine,” she told her. Diane shook her head and took my glass instead. “No better way to go, my friends, I tell you… no better way.”

“De, you can't do this, De. Here you are also wrong; why didn't you contact me?” “Contact you? To hear your disgusting moans when you are with another woman, ah, it's wrong—not another woman, but my own best friend, ah, it's wrong—not a friend, but a former friend. Why? Is your body not feeling well anymore? Or are you bored?" Dean asked sarcastically. Bara laughed in his heart with satisfaction at seeing the man in front of him dead. "Leave right now, or I'll call the police, and don't come near me again if you don't want to suffer the same fate as your brother and father! Go!"

She flips to the next page and continued reading. MEANWHILE Devina closed her eyes and visions flooded down her memory. Doctor Oscorb could be seen moving aimlessly in his lab, trying to figure out what happened. And in another scene The huge Beast could be seen tearing a man apart. Devina opened her eyes slowly and nodded her head negatively. "Woe unto you scientists for you're the genesis of supernatural Crises." She said. She smiled stupidly and then frowned suddenly. "Woe unto you hunters for something greater than werewolves has risen." She said.

"And if I don’t want to?" Dean’s smile widened, slow and predatory, the gleam in his eyes a mixture of triumph and malice. “Then the darkness will claim you anyway. You’ve felt it all your life, haven’t you? The whispers in the shadows? The pull you never understood?” He took a deliberate step forward, his voice dripping with eerie certainty. “You think this is something new, Henry? That you had a choice in this?” His voice dropped to a whisper, a blade wrapped in silk, slicing through the last remnants of denial. “This isn’t something you can run from. This is who you’ve always been.”

She was bathed in purple and it was creeping up on Ronnie who was clearly unbothered. “You better know what you’re doing” she heard her thoughts loud and clear and she too was bathed in purple and soon the entire apartment. Slowly the light died down. “Did it work?” Danny whispered. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?!” she sounded angry. There was a chance that it didn’t work. “Why did you come to me anyway?” “You’re one of the strongest Supernaturals I know”. “Touching” she rolled her eyes.

Dean said in a saccharin voice, imitating the rogue's wide grin The rogue chuckled as he stared at Dean "Do you really think I'm afraid of dying? You're going to have to find something else to threaten me with" he told Dean and turned his attention back to me "If you're so curious to know what the deadly weapon is, why don't you come closer and I'll whisper it into your ear" I huffed and chuckled wryly, shaking my head "Don't do it, I don't trust him. He looks batshit crazy" Dean rasped through the mind-link

“I thought that I would lose you,” “I am right here, mother.” He said, smiling at her. Dean kept his eyes on his sister’s dead body for a few seconds before looking up at the Lycan. “How did you survive the fire?” He asked, breaking the man’s attention. He looked up at him and shook his head in response. “I didn’t,” he said, and I frowned. “The pendant brought me back from the ashes. Though how or why, I don’t know, and I didn’t bother asking, but right now, it seems to me that I might have a thousand reasons to do so.”

he asks . I don't reply . ' So you're going to run off with that mutt , just like your mother ? ' ' I could never kill Dianna even if someone took my soul and replaced it with a hunter's ! ' This was what Dracula had said from what I remember . A few words may be off here and there but it was the gist . It makes sense now . I just didn't think too much on it at the time .

“Are you fucking serious? That’s the rudest thing I’ve ever heard someone say about another person.” He gave her a nonchalant shrug, his lips pressed together. “It is what it is. Dean doesn’t really hang around the brightest of the bright, if you know what I mean. It’s actually on purpose from I can gather. He doesn’t want anything real. He just wants to get his dick wet.”