Sam X Dean Novels & Stories

Samantha has this guilt look on her face, but as soon as I wrap my arms around Emily, her expression changes into happiness. "So now everyone is here, tell us what you wanted to talk about?" Alexander said. "I will but let me just call Sam in first." I said and called his number asking him to come inside. "Who is he?" everyone said in unison as soon as Sam came inside the house. "This is Sam, and he is a cop, he is here to tell you guys something important. Sam you my proceed." I said and waited but Sam was standing still at his place. "Sam?" I said looking at him. He was frozen at his place; his eyes were making heart shape while looking at Samantha.

' Riley says convincingly. 'Fine, what ever you say shrink' Stewart huffs as he leaves the room. Riley takes a moment to go back through Dee's files and notes, she was only 16 when she met Blake Samuels, he was 21, was she too young and nieve to understand what type of man he is? Or was? Or was she smart enough to be part of his criminal dealings? Either way, Riley struggled to put her finger on why someone like Dee was with someone like Blake.

He laughed when he realized what he did and now sat in a chair. "Actually, Ms... wait, what's your last name again? I didn't ask for it the whole time we've been together for a week." I rolled my eyes at how he simply made me laugh. "It's Samantha Samina Samuel," I said and leaned my hand on him for a handshake. "Wow, SSS?!" I just withdrew my hand and pretended to hit him, which made him laugh. "Kidding aside, Ms. Samuel, by the way, what a long, nice name," he complimented.

Also my business associate asks me. I like Dean personally. Like my other peers, he is poles apart from every single person I know. He worked hard to gain everything in his life, even if it’s his father’s company. A respectful man among the society. If any of my sisters ever date him and he becomes my family, I would be more than happy to give them my blessing. “So far good, man.” “At least someone is settled and happy.” Dean smacks my shoulder. “Brian.” Samantha comes from behind, totally off-guard, and throws herself in my arms.

"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."