How Many Times Has Dean Winchester Died Novels & Stories

He brought the gun out of his back pocket and raised it up to pull the trigger at Nathan who was yet to open his eyes. “Nathan... C'mon, get up man. Nathan, look at me, get up. Vincent hold on, shoot me instead. He's weak already,he might die from loss of blood. Take me instead”, Dean pleaded, he was crawling towards Nathan was groaning; his nose was bleeding already. Vincent gave a giggle and advanced slowly towards them.

This wasn't a standoff; it was a well-planned slaughter. “Have we got any survivors?” He asked. “None,” Winchester replied. “Since the other gang wasn't keen on leaving any. Most of these guys were shot twice.” He pointed at a body close by, and by the looks of it, the man was in a crawling position when he was shot. “Hmm.. interesting…” Davies muttered under his breath. “You haven't seen it all,” Winchester replied darkly. “What did you have for breakfast again? You might want to throw up after this.”

I stood there with a single tear rolling down my eyes. We did it, We killed Dean's father, well I did. There is one brand that Mr Hale drinks, a champagne that his wife doesn't like. So it was easy to drug the wine, I placed a couple of crushed Ibuprofen pills in his wine bottle and let nature take its course. But now am full of regret and I think Dean was too. Penny stood crying her eyes out and her husband Jace had to control her, Her body shook even more when they pronounced him dead two minutes later.

But I'm sorry Dean, this is how we end. ~Chip. _________

"What is it, sis? We are indeed suitable… suitable to be enemies!” Clarita just chuckled in amusement at the attitude of the young girl in front of her. "How many exes do you have, De?" "Ex? Hmm….” Dean paused her words. Dean's slender fingers seemed to be calculating, with hers lips mumbling. "Two," he said after a long silence. "Gosh, you only counted two, hundreds of you, De." The girl just smiled, showing her white teeth. "What about, sis?" Dean replied, looking back at the shelf in front of him.

I screamed, and something seemed to soften in Dean’s eyes. “You love him.” It was not a question, “You never struck me as the love type.” He sounded exasperated, his eyes running down my body. “I thought you were a practical woman given your business success, but I guess you are a woman after all.” “None of this is going to make me stay with you, Dean.” I spat out, “Give it up.” “Colt has murdered over thirty people so far, and it all started with our half brother Stefan.”

They all sighed, knowing Chris was right. “I know, man,” Dean said. “But it’s different with Emma…” “Yeah, sure. Insofar as there’s a damn good chance that she’s physically going to die in a few months. The rest of us are just dying more slowly, and we aren’t even being honest about that fact.” Dean was silent. Dallas studied him. “OK. Let’s hear it all. You care about her, Dean?” “Yeah. Yeah, I do.” “You care about her enough to want to be there for her through this?” His blue eyes were unwavering. “Can you handle watching another good woman die right in front of you? Maybe in your arms again?”

"I've worked beside Dean Jennings for fifteen years. I quit my job two years ago and returned home due to a severe injury. For the past year or so, I've been tormented, and every time I close my eyes, I'm haunted by countless spirits that died in vain because of him... Throughout the fifteen years, I've worked for him, I've killed a total of eighteen people, including his lovers and children. Of course, those children aren't really his children. Dean Jennings tells the world that they were his children to cover up the fact that he had long lost the ability to make children!" "Baam!" Dean threw Sebastian's phone onto the ground, but the video was still playing. "Eighteen lives, gone, simply b

“It's our only option right now. If he wakes up, he's going to remember, and maybe go to the cops.” Dean hesitated a bit. “But I can't do it again.” He whined. “You've done it twice before. Isn't it supposed to get easier the third time round?” “That's not how it works. The first time was a coincidence. Second was a lucky strike. I don't actually know how I'm doing it,” Dean whined harder. He sounded a little scared too.

Brandon's voice broke the silence, "When I came to, the drugs should've knocked me out for hours. The moment I opened my eyes, Noelle was right by my side. Man, it gave me quite the jolt. "And how is she still standing? With her heart condition and all those extra shifts she's pulled this month, she should've been a wreck seeing me 'dead'." Aria chuckled mockingly. "That woman doesn't care about you. If she did, she wouldn't have just stood there without batting an eyelash." I smirked at their words. In my previous life, Oswin had actually gotten sick from their little game and ended up dying of pure rage. However, this time around, I was given a second shot at life. I would never fall for t