Supernatural Casey Novels & Stories

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅• "Yeah, what's with the look?" Katherine asked, confused. She knew Zayn was a friend of Castiel's, but knowing Hailey, she would have been all for getting back at Castiel by sleeping with his own friend. "Are you kidding me?" Hailey asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "You slept with Cas's best friend? Seriously? You know they’re practically brothers, right?"

"No but senior Casey was part of the Brotherhood. He made a point of keeping his grandson away from our life." "What am I supposed to do?" "I need help to expose the rotten core of my beloved order. This wasn't what we intended when we begin this. Annie yiu have the drive to uncover all off this. Help me without people knowing." Annie look at him uncertain about his sincerity but also knowing she would do anything if it means holding her children again. "I don't even know where I should start?" She slowly admits her face clearly puzzled and worried. "Begin with Grace Jones and Jenny Casey. Did you know Jenny has stolen the life of Aaron's mother."

Casie felt the familiar weight of her service weapon at her hip—a grounding reminder that despite everything that had happened, she was still a cop with a job to do. "Mendoza always did have uncanny timing with case assignments," she admitted, pressing the button for the top floor. "I thought it was just good instincts." "Good instincts, or supernatural intelligence networks?" Nathaniel asked, his businessman's mind already working through the implications. "If the Council has been monitoring supernatural crimes through human law enforcement, how deep does this go?" Rick's newly awakened senses picked up on Casie's spike of anxiety before she consciously felt it herself. Through their bond,

Made this room to look like a hospital and recently cleaned the spray of blood from walls and floors from their previous victim? A shudder of terror mixes with anger and flares through my veins. "What am I doing here and where are Amelia and Lance?" Two men in silver uniforms enter and the monitor beside me picks up the frantic rhythm of my heart as my throat closes up. Supernatural cops wear that color. I've never seen any up close before. Behind them, my aunt shuffles into the room and I let out a small gasp. Her back is bent like she's been mentally beaten though there's no physical indication aside the fact her shoulders slump to tell me this.

She hanged out before she could say the words down her throat. “Agh. That old wench!” Sundays was her only day off. Yet she has to go over to carols. If she was gonna pay extra, she won’t mind, wiping the windows and cleaning his toilet. But Carol is as greedy as fuck! Ruining a perfect day that just began with staying at home, stuck herself up in her favorite novel. Eat her favorite cupcakes, watch a movie and finally taking a stroll with her pet. Oh! Hold on. Casey died last week, her pet. Cute little cat. Suffers from hunger strike. Lack of attention and care. That was the first pet she had. The poor thing won’t forgive her, never! For what she did.

But seeing the soft smile on her face and how her heart fluttered made her happy she hardly saw her smile since the death of her parents and the beginning of her torture, but it was different now, who knew being in the arms of her mate would bring back that angelic smile. ____ Alex trailed through the hallway taking slow steps in the dark as he used his wolf vision to walk through, their had been a sudden black out in the pack house and it's been over an hour since the lights went of again and it still hasn't been restored, he knew Damien had gone to check it but he hasn't returned yet he was getting slightly worried about it, he turned at a corner arriving at the hallway leading to the Ligh

No trace of Caleb. “Cassidy, snap out of it already. Stop thinking about him. See, your mind is playing tricks on you because you keep on thinking about him.” I grumbled to myself and decided to put my camera back in my bag when a sudden gust of wind went past me. I looked up and saw another beautiful creature standing not very far from me in the opposite direction. He had an average height and was probably the same age as me. How did he get there? I was pretty sure, I didn't see anyone walking in this area. I thought to myself as I studied him. He had this somewhat similar paleness and charisma as Caleb. Maybe the only difference was, that he didn't appeal to me. I decided to continue walki

Hazel asked "I'm sure he'll understand eventually." Hailey said "It's been almost two years, when is he going to let go?" Hazel asked "Sweetheart don't keep it in mind. I'm sure he'll come around eventually." Hailey said "When? What am I even saying? Even you were mad at me." "Hazel baby." "Excuse me mom." Hazel said walking away. Hazel Maximilian was not like the rest of the family, yes she was a wolf but also a witch. She was supposed to be a vampire but she wasn't, instead she was a witch not just any witch she was a seer.

Heather says strongly and confidently. Casey stands and comes around his desk. "Please call me Casey. My father is Mr. Sullivan and anyone calling me sir makes me think I am back in the military" Casey says, trying to lighten the mood between them. "Of course, Casey. I will get right to work on tracking the money and finding who is stealing from your company," Heather looks directly into his eyes as she is talking and Casey has no doubt that she will be victorious. "Thank you, Heather. Please keep this to yourself. I do not want anyone to become aware of this investigation. This must remain private. Contact me whenever you have any information," Casey authoritatively states, not allowing him

I couldn’t see him accepting the fact that the supernatural existed, let alone the fact that I was a hunter. The only time I’d even so much as nearly broached the subject was when one of our housemates had put on an episode of Supernatural. Harper had watched it with shrewd eyes, and an amused quirk to his plump lips, as though he was curious but wary. In fact, he’d brought it up for further discussion when we’d gone upstairs to bed, and I’d toyed with the idea of telling him everything. I had a springboard, but I was too scared to take the leap.