How Many Times Has Dean Winchester Died の小説・ストーリー

At a time like this, she was the first person that came to his mind. If Chris had deceived even Adriana, then he would accept his defeat completely. "She'll find out. No need for you to concern yourself." Chris stood and patted Dean's shoulder. "Dean, no matter what you do to me from now on, I'll return it to you double." Watching him calmly sit back down in the wheelchair, Dean felt a chill run through him. The younger brother he had watched grow up had, five years ago, already died here—killed by the very accident he himself had orchestrated.

He remembered the blood, the agonizing screams—the ten shots Greg had taken, the hundred blows Damon had endured, the thousand punches and kicks Chen had absorbed. He even recalled the image of Shawn being dragged behind the motorcycle, the blood and flesh grinding into the pavement, leaving a glaring, gruesome trail. If what they said was true, then what about Shawn? What kind of resolve had he carried to endure all of this? As Dean’s thoughts spiraled into chaos, a cool hand slowly rested on the back of his hand. Dean snapped out of his reverie, looking down in surprise to find that, at some point, his hand had been taken.

That's when I smiled. Looks like she's the Guardian of Soul of these centuries. The 2000th centuries, Guardian of Soul. "Dean, please listen to me. Don't go to your office just for today." That's when I gasped for breath. In fact, no matter what a person does to avoid their death, nothing will happen, he will not die today. He will also die the next day because that is the design of death. They would just give the death compiler a lot of work for what they were doing and they would bother us, who still had to hunt for fifteen souls per day and ten at night. Let's say we don't sleep and rest but don't they know that it took a long time to make death notes and reports to be forwarded to the mi

“But not for long. And before the poison finishes me, there are things I have to say.” I folded my arms. “I don’t have much time.” Richard rasped, “Then say them, cut to the chase as fast as you can. The doctor said you—” Dean shot me a warning glance, but Richard smiled faintly. “She’s right. No time to beat around the bush.” He turned his face toward Dean. “I know I’m going to die soon. The doctors don’t have to spell it out. I feel it in my soul.” Dean leaned in, voice clipped with pain.

she delivered the news one more time, causing my heart to sink with horror. This is terrible! Dean is dead? How did this happen?!

Died from massive trauma. Danny. Marie's brother. I knew him. Good kid. Nineteen years old. Dead. I write it down. Dispassionate. Exact. That's my role. The body count keeps rising. By 7:30 AM, I've recorded sixty-three deaths total. Thirty-four wolves. Twenty-two vampires. Seven fae. Mathematically, the Rookeries is losing. More deaths per minute. Higher casualty rate. But they're still fighting. Still standing. That matters.

This was the home Dean and I had promised to grow old in. I called him. The other end was full of voices and the faint clink of metal, the particular noise of his men handling business. Dean sounded annoyed. "Ava, I'm busy." "You changed the code to our place?" I cut in, keeping my voice low. He paused, then rattled off a string of numbers like it was nothing. "Try 980206." My breath caught. That number was Lena's birthday. Dean's tone softened. "Her place is too damp. You know she still hasn't healed. She took that bullet for me, her leg never got better. I'm letting her stay here for a while."

Rather, it was fate that forced Dean to become a violator. Kean could only stare, holding Dean in his arms. His mind was chaotic, very chaotic, knowing that the body he was holding was lifeless. Yet he still yelled at Dean to wake up. Kean thought that Dean was just falling asleep because he was tired of working. Considering the day shift he had until the night Unfortunately, it wasn't. Dean died because someone didn't know what the problem was. With all his heart, he plotted to kill Dean.Kean, it's too late to help. The first time he failed and regretted his decision.

I should have anticipated this, but the thought of knowing that he was really going to die made me feel an unexplainable ache in my chest. I didn't even understand if I was feeling this way because of my fate after his death or because the person I had just met had died because of me. “I don't know how a strong man like Kael could be taken down so horribly by a few drops of medicine…but he didn't have a wolf, so that…” Dean went silent for a few seconds before releasing a heavy sigh that shook the air. “Dean…Professor Harrison might be able to help-” “You’ll be executed by sunrise according to the wishes of the elders. Relish the few hours you have left” Dean cut me off.

I breathed. “They killed her,” Jaxon said, and I could hear tears in his voice now. “Shot her six times. Left her bleeding out on that floor while Hart’s team ‘secured the scene.’ By the time they called paramedics, she’d been dead for twenty minutes.” “Jaxon, I’m so sorry…”