Season 1 Dean Winchester Novels & Stories

Big Tom was in the room, doing exactly what they had planned. When she finally stepped out of the bathroom, she saw Dean on the floor, his face contorted in agony as Big Tom tighten a belt around his neck, cutting off his air supply. Dean’s eyes widened in terror when he saw Sasha standing there, watching him die with cold indifference. “Why?” Dean croaked, his voice barely audible as he looked at Sasha, desperation in his eyes. Sasha stood over him, her expression cold and unfeeling. “Because you shot my man,” she said, her voice devoid of any warmth.

" My name in his mouth was a curse. I nodded. He stepped back like I’d burned him. His hands curled into fists. The riding crop hit the floor with a dull thud. “What the hell are you doing here?” he growled. I was still kneeling. Still bound. Still wearing the stupid blindfold pushed up to my forehead like a drunken crown. “I—I didn’t know,” I said. He stared. No words. Just a loaded silence that cracked like thunder between us. And then he turned, storming out without another word. I sank into the rug, still breathless, still burning. That was the first time I had spoken to Dean Wolfe in person.

He gritted his teeth and lunged forward. His sword sliced through the air with a sharp hiss. It was a fast strike, one meant to take a head off in a single motion. But Dean simply took a small step to the left. The blade cut through empty air, missing his nose by an inch. Dexter stumbled forward, surprised by the lack of resistance yet precision in evading him, but he quickly regained his balance. He spun around, slashing horizontally at Dean’s midsection. Again, Dean didn’t draw a weapon. He didn’t even raise his fists. He just leaned back, his hands still casually tucked into his pockets.

“But I doubt that you had to be fucked the way that I was to get a few answers from filthy men who were as old as my father. I doubt that you had to endure looking them in the eye and smiling before you knew that they were brutally killed the second you walked out, and I doubt that you were fucking trained, against your damn will, to take down ten men without blinking, knowing that they had fucking guns while you could barely use your broken arms.” I closed my eyes as tears brimmed my vision before she walked out of the room. My heart raced and my chest ached as a sob broke from her lips. Dean looked at me for a second, studying my expression before excusing himself as he got up from the cou

Sierra pov. I observe Dean pacing around the room, lost in thought. I sit there, keeping my distance from Alex and Williams, wondering why they're here and how they know Dean. Standing up, I approach Dean, who is immersed in confusion. "Dean," I call out, but he seems lost, not paying attention. "Dean," I try again, and he stops, looking at me as I gently place my hands on his face. "Please, Dean, don't do this to yourself. Just relax, and let's talk about it."

Summer pulled back her thoughts and dashed towards the ward. She was now sure that Dean was hiding something from her, as far as his legs were concerned. The attending doctor had left. Dean was leaning against the headboard, drinking water. He broke into a smile when Summer returned. “I can almost smell the sandwich,” he said. Summer looked at him, and said calmly, “It’s tuna sandwich.” “Thank you. Just leave the things here. I can take care of myself. Go see Charlotte. She must have been frightened when this happened.”

Dean told me about having Williams eliminated but I had no idea what the exact plan is. “ I think we have to get the magic Mirror so that we can see what exactly happened. I think some one is even playing this game more than I think.” Dean says becoming a bit uneasy at the thought. He is some one who never easily want to loss anything. He will do all it takes to get what he wants at all costs .This is partly why he has been able to live for Millions of years more than me.

Sitting down on Dean's couch, I wait patiently for Sam to make dinner while Dean takes a shower. I don't quite know what to do with myself until Dean walks out of the bathroom with a towel on, looking hot as hell. This is actually the first time I have seen his biceps and pecks that only peeked out of his shirts before. Looking like a god straight out of Olympus, he glances at me and winks. Motioning for me to come to him, I stand up quickly and practically run over to where he is standing. I look up and wait for him to say something.

I threw my head back and laughed. “You’d make an amazing Dean Winchester,” I snickered, having become addicted to that series since Cracker introduced me to it. “Who?!” he asked, completely clueless. I just shook my head. Cracker really needed to culturalize these guys...

“A FUCKING HEAD CT. WHO DOESN’T ORDER A FUCKING HEAD CT. For a head trauma. Even I know that.” “Ok. You do know your shit.” “Now this could make or break what ever we are developing here but favourite character? favourite season? favourite ship?” “Jackson Avery. Season Four. Slexie. You?” “Ok not to bad. Josephine Wilson or Arizona Robbins. Season Six. And Slexie although Japril comes in a close second.” I hit play on season 1 since why not start it from the very beginning. We get to the part of Dr Webber’s speech as I mouth the words and look over to Em who is doing the same.