Sam X Dean Novels & Stories

Aria’s POV: “Nowhere important.” “Mmm.” She popped a bite of banana into her mouth. “You’re going to explode one day, Aria. You know that, right?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when the thought of seeing *him* again made my stomach twist. Dean Wolfe’s office was less “administrator” and more “CEO who moonlights as a villain.” Dark oak bookshelves, leather chairs, and a glass decanter of something expensive on the corner of his desk. I stood outside for almost two minutes before knocking.

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.

I let Samson come forward and the two of us go head-to-head, fighting hard, getting our punches in and receiving punches until we both realize that we are equally matched. When we step back, Alpha Liam reaches out his hand to shake mine. “I’m not at all surprised that Reagan’s mate is as strong as you are. I always knew her mate would be strong enough to be worthy of her.” “Yeah, I’m out. If you can almost defeat Dad, I’ll save my strength for another opponent. A vampire royal, maybe,” Xander says, grinning at Asmodeus. “Good luck, son of a Guardian,” Asmodeus says.

At least, that's what she told herself, trying to subdue the excitement that had come from nowhere. Seeing her, Travis turned around. “Hi, Frog,” he said, smiling a little. - Where are you? Steve has been entertaining me with stories for fifteen minutes now, but I suspect they are running out. - This is unlikely, - his interlocutor laughed and held out his hand to Samantha: - Steve Allen. He had a pleasant low voice, and Sammy liked his look - nothing to do with Shannon's perpetual mocking mockery. "Samantha Wylie," the girl nodded and shook a firm hand. Turning to Doyle, she made a sarcastic grimace, “Sorry, Travis, I don’t have superpowers for speed running.”

Xander is a devil who I can't kill, but only watch him do whatever he likes to me. Fuck!... I wish I could find someone to kill him.