Dean Winchester Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

“There is no cure for Deora Dé…death is inevitable.” “Then congratulations… you have obtained enlightenment and can now communicate with ghosts.” Cornelius chuckled as he put his arms around Alex’s shoulders. “Come join the ranks with us immortals.” Baldwin too laughed loudly as he sat on the other side of Alex and put his arms around Alex’s other shoulder, “… who have the ability to speak with ghosts.”

“Princess, I am older than the very castle you walk in now. I have seen many tragedies in my long life, this will pass, and you and your family’s deaths will just be in the past like a fairy tale to some, a Greek tragedy to others.” I had decided I had enough of the wicked witches talking so, I stuck my head out the window hoping I could get some kind of reception for my earpiece, I needed to get out of here, and I needed to have Dean keep my parents and mate away from here. Funny she thought I was going to try to commit suicide. I just ignored her, to my delight I heard Dean calling out to me. I was so excited to hear Deans voice, never had I ever loved a voice so much. I had to pretend to

Dean's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked at him as he stood close to the door leading to the entryway, "Yeah?" "Don't forget that selfie." Those were the last words he said before he was no longer in sight. ______ Thanks for reading! ~Chris xx.

Unlike my dick, my face is not fully healed. “Crap,” Dean chuckle-swears, slapping the side of the seat like this is the funniest thing he’s seen all week. “With your luck, man, it’ll be unusual if we don’t walk smack into an alien invasion of Fifth Avenue.” I narrow my eyes at him, but he’s not wrong. If anyone’s life was cosmic target practice, it’s ours. Jackson’s been insisting for years we’re cursed, and honestly? I’m starting to believe it.

I retorted. His smirk deepened. “Unless I’m the biggest one around.” I grimaced at the double meaning, “You’re disgusting.” “And you’re bitter. A bitter little sexy liar.” His tone dripped with mockery. “You orchestrated one big lie just to win me back. I should give you a trophy for Most Obsessive Ex.” Dean gloated. I laughed, sharp and humorless. “Still clinging to your conspiracy theories?” “They’re not conspiracy theories if I have proof that they're real.” He insisted.

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

It was in Latin of course but lucky for me I took up Latin while in high school. My eyes widened when I noticed that Dean was one of the devotees of God. He fought from their side during the great war but after losing his family he lost faith. Even though he was one of the loyal no one batted an eye at his grief and asked him to move on. That's why he committed suicide and ended up in Hell. "Wow" I blinked several times. It was a shame that I did not know anything about his past and he had been working for me from several decades now. Why did not he say anything about it?

Vincent promised but Nathan kept laughing. “ Do your worst, Vincent. I dare you.” he muttered coldly and ended the call without waiting for Vincent to say a word. “ You did quite well, Nathan. I'm impressed..” Megan whispered sadly as she watched him break down in tears. “ Nathan, get a hold of yourself. We will bring her back safe.” Megan assured him “ I doubt that. But if you follow my lead, then there's a slight chance. Chances of coming out alive are quite slime.” Dean spoke as he walked in with his dark shades on.

he introduced them to her. She extended her hand elegantly and they took it simultaneously, greeting her with hints of skepticism in their eyes. "I always thought The Vicar was your consigliere" the District Attorney said, sipping his glass of champagne gently with with eyes fixed on Chelsea. Dylan chuckled. "He would be if he was diplomatic. But as we well know, The Vicar is like an angel of wrath and retribution. He acts, he doesn't speak. The only language he communicates in is the language of death" he replied and took two glasses of champagne from an attendant who passed by them with with tray of glasses. He handed one to Chelsea and sipped from his.

------------------ Merliah’s Point of view. ------------------------- “Than-” Dean tried to speak but suddenly fainted. “Deannnnnnnnnn !!!!!” I shouted. I immediately asked for help to lift him into my unit because I knew nothing about the password of his unit. The stupid dean fainted before opening his unit. I called my personal doctor to check on the dean's condition. "Looks like he fainted due to exhaustion, dehydration, and low blood pressure." Doc just gave me medicine and reminders before he left.