Sam X Dean Novels & Stories

Giovanni (Gio) POV I was in my office, running over yesterdays events through my head, thinking about the rogue that was able to outrun my wolves. I also chased after her, but she hid and was able to make herself untraceable. I was frustrated, and I didn't even know why. My wolf was pacing in my head like crazy, causing me headaches and not lessening my thoughts about her. Sam's POV I woke up with the worst headache. I looked around. Where am I? Then I remembered that I had run away and was at a hotel.

Samantha is making sure that her old pack is the first to experience her wrath. The next night, the warriors, witches, and several security technicians went to the Redwood Pack. This was the time to break through all barriers. Samantha was going to blow up their security centers first, then she was going to kill Alexi. She was the one that ruined her life because of her very existence.

Sam continued with a sinister look in his eyes, “In the end, my woman died along with the baby in her stomach. So, eight years ago, I set up a trap to kill Mo’s father. However, Mo ran away to Saem at the critical time…” “He shouldn’t have involved your woman and child in this. He wasn’t moral in the first place,” Chase said suddenly. “That kid now dares to come back to South River City. I’d like to see if he’s as lucky as he was back then.” Sam snorted coldly. “Careful.” Chase suddenly shook his head. “Watch out for that old man with him. If I’m not wrong, he’s a black magic practitioner from Saem.”

My body stiffened but just as my self-control snapped, Colt got between us, crowding Samantha away so she was forced to step back. “What’s this?” His voice was low and ugly. “That’s my fucking line!” Samantha screamed, “You hook up with the fatso? No.” She paused, trying to look around Colt. “How are you even married to Dean?” “You’re gonna get hurt real bad in a few seconds.” Colt’s voice came out like a chilling prophecy, and Samantha finally shut up. “Go home, Sam,” he said finally. “You’re really taking her side?” Samantha’s voice came out soft and teary. And I swallowed a groan.

Sam smirked, still not trusting herself to do much more than open her eyes at her rescuers. “I’m.. ah...I’m sorry.” Alex stuttered, looking at her, her eyes drawing him in. Never before had he felt an energy from anyone like this before. Her eyes seemed to glow, drawing him in. “Are you okay?” “Oh sure.” Sam retorted, closing her eyes, flipping her hand dismissively at him. “I always lay in my own blood in the mud.” She opened her eyes, batting them as she smiled at him, “It’s great for the pores ya know.” She extended her bloodied hand towards him, “The name is Sam, Sam Collins.”

"It seems your memory is a little fuzzy, brother. Our record is three hundred and fifty to three hundred and forty-nine in my favor." "No. You have it backward. I'm the one at three hundred and fifty." Dean was grateful for Sam. He was the only thing remotely close to a family he had left, since his father had all but disowned him following the loss of his mother. Sam had always been there, from drunken bar fights to all-out werewolf brawls in every corner of New York. He was the one person Dean could count on to watch his back. Sam had fought off every single pack member who slandered him in his absence the first time he went out in search of his mother's killer. He returned a week later to

"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!

"He asked me to marry him!" Samantha screams through my cell phone speakers. My. World. Stops. I'm not sure if it's because Sam is my oldest and longest friend or if there is some other reason I freeze. I want to be excited by her news, but I'm not. "Congrats. That is so exciting. I'm happy for you, Sam." Fuck did I lie to Sam? Now I know something is wrong with me. This is Sam we're talking about. Samantha Laplow, with her long brown hair and soft blue eyes. She would make any man happy. But that man will, unfortunately, never be me.

However, neither this recess nor the next did she succeed in finding Doyle. In a state close to despair, Sammy stumbled upon his friend Zach Shannon. He looked at her suspiciously - he seemed to understand that something strange was going on between her and her friend. While Samantha was gathering her courage to say something, Zach walked by, and then she realized that she could not miss the moment - Shannon was alone. - Zach! she called out to him, and he immediately turned around. Sammy stepped closer, looking up at him - he was very tall, almost two meters tall. - Do you know where Travis is?

"Sammy, are you there? Speak something? " Sammy can't hear! Damon's man exits the truck and approaches Sammy. The man finds Sammy unconsciously. The blood was bleeding from Sammy's head. "Boss, the mission is completed." The man said on the call. Damon laughed in response!!