Supernatural Dean Funny Novels & Stories

“De, you can't do this, De. Here you are also wrong; why didn't you contact me?” “Contact you? To hear your disgusting moans when you are with another woman, ah, it's wrong—not another woman, but my own best friend, ah, it's wrong—not a friend, but a former friend. Why? Is your body not feeling well anymore? Or are you bored?" Dean asked sarcastically. Bara laughed in his heart with satisfaction at seeing the man in front of him dead. "Leave right now, or I'll call the police, and don't come near me again if you don't want to suffer the same fate as your brother and father! Go!"

She teased but I didn't find it funny. "Definitely not. You're highly mistaken ma'am. I do not speak with those who don't know how to speak to someone or even differentiate a male gent from the female…" The entire class erupted in laughter and this time, Dean's face had turned extremely red. He was mad as fuck.

She hates it when someone isn't on time. Dean took his glass and drank the wine in one shot before he looked at Mother. “I don't know maybe the fact that O had to deal with fucking cops that showed up at one of our clubs or the fact that some of his,” he pointed towards me, “men had been fucking slacking down.” He pours himself another glass, then looks at me and says, “Take your fucking job back.” Dad, Bella, and I laughed at Dean. He loved being dramatic. “Don't get your panty in a twist. You are such a fucking pussy.” I chuckled.

I was dating this prick and not her. “Happy anniversary,” I said, my voice cracking. “Baby, my love, we were only—” “I'm done, Dean.” “What? You're joking right? It was just a—” “A what? A science project to see how many babies you can make?” Dean's brows furrowed. He hated my sarcastic side. He had once told me that I always joked about serious matters. Guess he wasn't wrong after all. “Summer—” “I'm not an idiot, Dean. I know what I saw, and I don't know why I'm still here talking to you,” I said as calmly as I could.

The poor cleaner, after it, had to scrape off something which they presumed to have been pre-cum. He's extremely descriptive, and although the image in my head will surely haunt me, I can't help but find this hilarious and very entertaining. "He was probably so damn turned on by his freaky action. He couldn't hold it. Well, the lid of that machine obviously couldn't either." With the lively facial expression of Logan, it's even funnier, and I hunch over from laughter. When my phone buzzes and I see Dean's name flash up, I'm a little surprised.

They may seem that they don’t care about him but he was still their friend despite his uncalled for characters and betrayals. “I am sorry brother, I am just a doctor and I can’t help you much. Apparently you don’t become sick often, you are only crazy in the head or how else would you have the guts to kill someone. I sometimes ask myself what you are made of. Anyway, I don’t treat crazy people” Dean said while smiling.

“Oh my! Hey, who exactly is Tyler? Is he—” “He’s just a regular human, like you,” I cut him off, my voice laced with fatigue. My stomach was twisting into knots, and I couldn’t be bothered to explain any further. At that moment, my stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl. “Wait a second—did you just fart?” Dean teased, laughing down the line. “No, Dean, I’m starving! I’ve been trying to get my hands on some lasagne, but there’s nothing nearby.”

His packmates didn’t let him down. “That’s awesome.” “Get a new phone before you go.” “If you’re lying and hiding out in your apartment for 3 days, you’re a bigger pussy than I think you are.” His group emailed them one last time. Darrell, stop watching ‘Supernatural.’ Dean is not a good role model for vocabulary choices. Nate, I’m a big boy. I’ll be fine. You know this. Elliot, fuck off you dickhead. I adore you, too. Leave Joan for me and it’s on.

He said in a rushed tone, all in one breath. There was silence at the other end, and then there was laughter. "God, my man. That's horrible. You're a good man for trying, I must say, but don't worry, I'll help you out and get some food delivered to you in fifteen minutes." Dean said to him. "Oh thank you, Dean. I appreciate this, I really do." He said. Dean laughed again, but he said. "Sorry, I shouldn't be laughing but it's funny. What exactly did you cook that turned bad?" He asked.

I said pointing at the brother that was still busy laughing, "and this one is Dean." Lucifer gave Dean a glare that could kill, "You better watch yourself, kid." I playfully swatted Lucifer's arm. He wore a white button-down shirt with black slacks. The sleeves of his shirt had been folded until his elbows as per usual. "Don't be so hard on him. He's the sane one out of the two," I defended, "Anyway, he's probably trying to convince her to join them in their prank against Brian. Even Macy is in on it." I chuckled.