Sam X Dean Novels & Stories

Samantha " Tell me, Samantha, do you want it?” Maximo asks. I laugh nervously, “ No,” My voice is shaky. “ Oh come on,” That tattooed arm leaves my thigh and caresses my cheek softly. Maximo pouts and he looks so fucking cute. For a moment I forget who he really is, a whole fucking sadistic dragon. I shake my head, I can't trust my words at the moment, there is a high possibility they will betray me.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Sam born again and Dean an d place of mafia place to make Sam him but with his own condition. And now Sam is his, without knowing about him and his past. The End

Thank you for journeying with us. Sam: (alights and stretches himself) Finally, a touch of the open sky. Lemme go have meself, a well deserved meal. Osmosis: (raises an eyebrow) Where do you think you are going to? Sam: (bends his neck to both sides) To go and eat of course. Do you wish to tag along? Osmosis: (heaves) Ain't you forgetting something? Sam: (confused) What? Oh..(clears throat, faces the camera and smiles) Thank ya'll, sweet readers for everything(blows a kiss to the camera and attempts walking away)

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.

His attention drawn at what appeared to be events that were far from being a result of coincidence. “Man, I said —” “Saw a xiene,” Jimmy beat him to it. “What?” “A xiene. I saw one.” He turned around, and there was the look of incredibility on Sam's face. “I mean it. All these time, I’ve been, quote on quote, moody, I’ve actually been battling with the revelation. A xiene is among us.” Sam blinked. Mouth slightly open. Then, broke out laughing. “I'm serious. I’m dead serious. Do I look like I’m joking?”