Supernatural Dean Funny Novels & Stories

But, thanks to the chestnut-brown-haired man with a perfectly ironed suit standing before me, I'd have to pretend to be sane and not about to overdose on alcohol in order to pass out. I have no idea how close I am to this stranger until he turns around and his glass collides with my body, spilling the contents on me……

“If you die, don’t come back here.” I snorted. A necromancer was probably the only person who actually could do something like that—I mean, die and come back for a visit, or get back at the killer. But if I told Farne how accurate his joke was, he’d die himself—of shock. Anyway, I decided to have mercy on the colonel—it’s not like I had an abundance of capable military personnel—and went on with my preparations.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I lowered into a seat, resisting the urge to pull her out of here, and stand over her till she told me who had dared to make her cry again. She must have sensed me watching her, because she looked up, and the ghost of a smile crossed her lips. I forced myself to look at Dean, but he did not look like he could be the source of anyone’s troubles. He looked even worse than he had earlier. My eyes fell on that silly couch blanket still draped around him even though the room was quite warm. He caught me watching him and smiled sadly, “It’s mom's posthumous birthday tomorrow.” I frowned, irritated that he would think I could forget that. But I gave him a nod. Thi

Nathaniel If Andres gave a flat expression to his own son, telling him he was going to be a grandfather soon, how was he going to react with us? Dean looks over at his dad and his smile from earlier disappears. "That's about it," Dean says as he sits back down, then looks over at Alexander. "The floor's yours, man." Jesus Christ, my blood sugar levels were down to the fucking ground. "Thank you, Dean." Alexander stands firm and tall.

A few goons in the bar began to laugh while others started leaving. "Easy, Boy. You're scaring off my customers," the bartender said, trying to calm the young man now standing right behind Dean. "Another failure," Dean hissed. He cracked his neck, completely ignoring the young man who was oozing bloodlust. "All this heightened energy, and still nothing scents familiar.... It's another bust Sam," Dean added as he began drinking his Coke. "Yeah..." Sam smirked as he began to drink his glass.

“Come in! The water’s fine!” Dean peeled his shirt like it hated him. “It’s NOT bloody fine where I’m standing! I’m freezing—and your dad’s going to kill me!” Lucy yelped—a bright, knifing scream. Dean’s shirt hit the sand. He bolted. “LUCY?!” The water smiled its black smile back. Then Lucy popped up laughing, hair in her eyes, mouth wide. Dean stopped, choking on adrenaline and relief. “That’s not funny!” Back at the Fire

The bond between father and son was rapidly weakening. Caelus lowered his head and let out a weak, broken chuckle. “Y-You… think you can protect that sinful child from me… by killing me?” Slowly, he lifted his blood-soaked face, a manic grin spreading across his lips. “Angels don’t die. I will simply take a new form… and every time… I will come back to kill—” Finn’s eyes turned blood-red. His massive black wings spread wide as he fully embraced his Devil form, power radiating off him in dark waves.

she said and placed a bowl in front of me. “Eat, you look like Ervin and his wolf” she teased and I let out a laugh. “ How does Ervin and his wolf look like? “ “ Dehydrated , Malnourished and scrawny ,how did you even make him on of your associates? “ I shrugged amidst laughter. “ Ervin has been a good wolf just too slow unlike Sebastian” “ I know Sebastian is your favorite “ she said proudly and I laughed. “ I understand why he likes you so much,you're funny”

It was actually frustrating, if anyone should ask me but I just had to keep both women happy. "Tell Zayna , I send my warmest greetings to Zayna ." Dean said and I heard something in his voice . But I didn't wait for him to continue , because I knew what he wanted to say. Without waiting for him to continue, I threw the tie at him but he dodged the flying piece of cloth, laughing. " You better shut up." I warned playfully. "What? I haven't said anything so don't attack me." He said turning red from laughing too much. " I have never seen Zayna prepare anything, she gets people to help her out and I'm just wondering —"

“Are you fucking serious? That’s the rudest thing I’ve ever heard someone say about another person.” He gave her a nonchalant shrug, his lips pressed together. “It is what it is. Dean doesn’t really hang around the brightest of the bright, if you know what I mean. It’s actually on purpose from I can gather. He doesn’t want anything real. He just wants to get his dick wet.”