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

Still feeling weak from losing so much blood, I have to watch what I am doing. Apparently they had given me three pints of blood and were working on a fourth when I technically died. At that moment, they halted everything and stopped working on me. The doctor officially called it at 1:22 a.m. It makes me kind of freaked out when I think about the fact that I am considered dead for all intense and purposes, at least for now. Once I am safely at home, Dean sits snuggled up to me on the couch watching a movie with me. He turns his head to stare at me and then asks, "What does it feel like?"

Big Tom was in the room, doing exactly what they had planned. When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Dean on the floor, his face contorted in agony as Big Tom tighten a belt around his neck, cutting off his air supply. Dean’s eyes widened in terror when he saw Sasha standing there, watching him die with cold indifference. “Why?” Dean croaked, his voice barely audible as he looked at Sasha, desperation in his eyes. Sasha stood over him, her expression cold and unfeeling. “Because you shot my man,” she said, her voice devoid of any warmth.

"Mr. Winchester, you already found out that the mastermind who instructed Dr. Greydon to switch up the medicine back then was Robert, didn't you?" She continued softly, "Of course. You're so smart that there's nothing in this world that can escape your eyes. Back then, when you passed Winchester Group into Robert's hands…" She pursed her lips. At that moment, she didn't know how to continue. She couldn't imagine what thoughts were running through Darren's mind when he locked himself in that dark room. In the novel, this man, who could think of anything and seemed invincible, ended up dying from suicide.

“The father, with whom I haven’t spoken for fifteen years. I will not talk to him now.“ Of course, that jerk was on Dean’s death list all his life. Eddie Johnson, Dean’s father, was the godfather of evil. He forced his first wife, Dean’s mother, to kill herself so he could marry his mistress, who was his secretary. Although all of his marriages lasted less than a year after the death of Mrs. Johnson, that man still didn’t give up on marriage. He was sixty-five, and last week he married his tenth wife in a small court ceremony. Perhaps this marriage wasn’t going to see the face of a year since his bride was twenty years younger than him this time, too.

Dean suddenly looked up and glared viciously at the doctors nearby. “Use the best medicine, the best equipment– I don’t care how much it costs! Just save her!” The attending physician stepped forward. He glanced at the flat line on the monitor and then at my lifeless body before shaking his head helplessly. “Mr. Parker, I’m sorry. Ms. Cartwright no longer has any vital signs. She lost too much blood from being stabbed in the heart. We’ve done everything we can.” “That’s impossible!” Dean broke down. “She can’t die! She’s the Female Protagonist of this world. How could she die? Try again! Save her again!”

"It's nothing that you need to concern yourself with; besides, it's not important right now." "The deal is done. She was shot," Dean blurted out like it was nothing. My chest tightened, and my heart was aching, at the realization that I might have killed my mate. "Are you sure she is dead?" I asked him. "Why? do you want to finally man up and go do your job?" He taunted yet again, but this time I just won't take his jokes lightly. I threw him a punch, and he staggered back. I was about to hit him again when my men came in with Rex's body in a stretcher.