Sam Winchester Dean Winchester Novels & Stories

"Well, beautiful, my name is Christian Sampson and what is your name?" She giggled slightly. "My name is Samantha Lexington, but everyone calls me Sam." I love her name! "Sam." It rolls off my tongue with ease and I feel her body shiver at hearing her name come out of my mouth. My gaze quickly darts to her plump, seductive lips. My eyes darken as Deuce tries to take control, he wants to mark and mate with this goddess in front of me...right NOW so that everyone will know that she is ours!

Otherwise, these men had decided to kill a person with intense stares. “Samson, what you used to do?” Decker glanced over at the steaming vapors showing up from the soup. “I own pubs in Austin and other states,” Margarita was surprised to see Samson putting effort into impressing her dad. “That is for others. What is your real job?” Samson consumed the lump, and the dilemma of telling the truth or hiding it whipped up. Yes, he owns pubs, but it was just a deception to convert blood money to a white one.

Sofia stayed quiet as she hugged her daughter tightly, and it wasn’t until both of them pulled away to look one another in the eye that the woman seemed to react as she wiped her daughter’s tears. “I missed you too, little one. But the two of us are going to have a lot to talk about, you do know that, right?” Dean cleared his throat, catching his mother’s attention before walking toward her. He hugged his mother from behind and kissed her cheek before she nodded in understanding, most probably smelling the wolfsbane.

"No." Dean twitched at his name spilling out from the boy's lips again and narrowed his eyes when the hand he had on the warming cheeks was held by the boy's own. He pulled his hand away and succeeded halfway before his fingers were caught in a tight grip and soft lips brushed across his fingertips. He started at the action and felt a raging knock in his head that he resolutely shoved away. "It's me. It's Sam. I am Win stepbrother we meet beo-,"

on her wrist a vice. "You are not going anywhere near him again. Do you hear me?"Sama pulled away, not giving an inch. "If I stay here, he'll track me down. He'll destroy this place. You can't protect me if I'm not with you."Dean's teeth clenched. "I will chain you to the goddamn bed if I have to."Sama's face colored, anger battling lust in her gut. "Try it."Alex swallowed hard, a grin pulling at her mouth. "Maybe you two can table the kink talk until after we get out of here."Dean growled, releasing Sama's wrist. "Fine. You want to come? Then you do every thing I say."Sama nodded for breath. "Deal."Dean’s grin was nothing short of feral. “Then let’s end this.”They gathered in the kitchen,

Sam looked at him wide-eyed, his eyes still wet with unshed tears. Dean sighed and shook his head, "Sam..." "I mean it Dean!" he snapped, "what is it?" Dean groaned as he leaned back against the couch, "I want you to learn how to handle a gun. And I want you to learn how to kill," Sam froze. "I want to know that if you're ever jumped again that you can turn around and blow their brains out," he gritted his teeth in anger, "or better yet, I want you to build a reputation so no one would even dare to come after you,"

"Nothing really..." "Does your brother always rough you up like that?" Dean asked as he drove onto the road. His phone pinged and he glanced at it on the dash in the hands free cradle seeing it was a message from Hamish. He glanced in the rearview mirror and slowed, pulling over to the side of the road. Hamish drove his 4x4 up next to Dean's Dodge pickup and leaned across the seat to his passenger window, he was laughing. "That's the most amazing pick up of a girl I think I've ever seen, Dean, no wonder you're a legend."

You had one job woman, to make sure river doesn't get caught but what did you do, fucking around like a dog in heat" he yells grabbing his gun it only takes seconds for ana's body to drop dead on the floor. I have never imagined dean would have this side of him. He always pretended to be the golden boy that I once admired. Better the devil you know than the angel you really don't. He kicks her body cussing to himself before turning to face me. Dean reaches into his pocket and takes out a cancer stick which also amazes me. He smokes too, and weed at that. "Now we can talk without some whore interfering with us" he seats on the chair in front of mine still gripping his gun tightly.

Sam pointed to a man with gray hair who was staring at her with expressionless black eyes that were as piercing as a wary wolf's. "Doc Mitchell," said Sam. He is driving the shotgun. The veteran touched the handgun holstered at his hip. He looked the part of a grizzled old gunslinger by donning a leather vest, denim, cowboy boots, and a weathered Stetson; all he was missing were chaps and a horse, yet the unmistakable scent of a horse clung to him. He gave a friendly hat-tip. Ravena greeted Doctor Mitchell, "Nice to meet you.

Swoosh! Amid the noise, Dean slowly walked into the large hall in a fancy tuxedo. He was very unused to this tuxedo. However, in front of the governor and the captain of the Shadow Wolves, he had to pay attention to his appearance and be mindful of the details. “Ladies and gentlemen...” As soon as Dean opened his mouth, everyone fell silent out of respect. “I, Dean Mitchell, welcome the many dignitaries of the East River State to join me and celebrate my 60th birthday. I am deeply honored. Thank you all.”