Sam X Dean Novels & Stories

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.

“Spit it out. What is it? What makes you so happy? It’s weird, and especially when I’m sick as well.” Sam said, “We’ll find out soon enough. But I’m hoping that my suspicion is right.” Chan was about to ask him for details, but Sam moved back and said, “Now, how about entertainment?” He switched on the television. “Movies? Or TV series?” He went into N*****x and started searching through the categories. Chan said, “I was thinking of doing some work.” Sam shook his head. “Absolutely not. You’re not working in that state.” “But I’m feeling better now,” she protested.

My eyes darted to the source of the sound, and that’s when I saw him. Silas. He leaned casually against a tree, his arms crossed over his chest. His dark eyes glinted in the fading light, and there was a faint smirk on his lips, as if he found my panic amusing. “What are you doing out here?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. “Could ask you the same thing,” he replied, pushing off the tree and taking a step closer. The way he moved—so confident, so predatory—made my breath catch in my throat.

As his eyes roam her body, he begins to feel an uncomfortable tightening in his lower regions. “Good to know.” He tells her with a nod, before he walks away once more. This time not as quickly, since he has a rather unfortunate predicament in his jeans at the moment that hinders his escape. He really should not have let his eyes follow her hand. As he makes his way into the office, he finds Samuel sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the counter and a machanics magazine in his hands. Sammy is going to school to be a mechanic so the guy lives and breathes all things vehicle. He works midnights at the motel to support himself, his young girlfriend and their newborn baby.

Danny smiled at the official who let her into the makeshift medical unit. She smiled when she saw that familiar mischievous blonde. She sat across her, the table their only barrier. “You had to be there” Danny began. “I know. I’ve heard stories. You’re a hero and you’ve barely been here”. “Why are you still in here anyway?” “They want to make sure that I still don’t have evil in me, and there’s also trauma they claim I have, and also people still need to accept that I wasn’t the one that did all that”.

He drawled and Sam blushed furiously. “I’m sorry, I was just in a rush to go join my family waiting for me.” “It’s fine really. Besides this is the most interesting thing that has happened to me on this beach today, he smirked. “My name is Xavier.” Sam smiled and ran her hand through her hair. “I’m Samantha.” “You are in a rush right? Could I get your number? Maybe we can go grab some iced coffee or something later?” Sam frowned slightly. “I wish that could work out but I’m leaving town tomorrow, college.” She added the last bit to clarify.

Dean walked toward Arianna before taking her hand in his, the hand that held the gun, and aimed it at her chest. “The two of us know that our lives are linked as one. As mates, as lovers, as friends, and as enemies.” He said, his back faced me as he kept his eyes on her. I looked down at Kai who was on the ground, drowning in his blood, and I couldn’t help the tears that fell from my eyes as I knew that Dean would be taking his last breath in the next few seconds. “I have done my wrongs toward you, I have hurt you, and I may have broken a lot more in you than I should have. But one thing that I know for sure is that I have been deeply in love with you through it all, and I will always be. To

"She's not alone, Big man. I've sent her brother and Alec to her. Unfortunately, we can't have a pack of wolves entering the building so that will have to do. I'm on my way from the sanctuary but I'm still a distance out. I won't get there in time. I trust she will know what to do." My blood turned to ice which had my body going rigid. Sam was a beta in his previous pack even though he wasn't a full-blooded werewolf. He was strong and honed his other senses so he wouldn't be at a disadvantage from losing his hearing. He was well trained and I trusted him to protect Dea.

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

"After you cut ties with Sandra, you started hanging out with Damon Greyson, with Chen Dankworth, and even slept with me, Shawn Hansley! Who are all mafias!" Dean’s heart jolted sharply. He lowered his head, his voice trembling with regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his face filled with pain and shame. He knew it was a mistake, though it was done by the old Dean Harrison, but he also understood that the apology wasn’t sufficient.