Supernatural Dean Funny Novels & Stories

“it will help ease your hangover.’’ Heat creeped to my cheeks. I was praying in the heavens that I didn’t do something crazy last night. Although I wasn’t that drunk because I had water in between shots, but still, alcohol and I never go well together. “I’m sorry about last night.’’ Devin shrugs his shoulders “no worries. Besides, you complimented me last night.’’ My eyes widen as I take a bit of my toast. “What?’’ I whispered. ‘’Yeah, you said I was beautiful, and I was smokin’ hot.” He was shaking his head while he lightly chuckled. Even if he was making fun of me, the way Devin was laughing made me smile and giggle with him. I knew my cheeks and probably my ears too were fiery red, but se

Zaszer commented then watched Alexis as she kicks the mannequin lightly. •*•*•*•* Alexis is still kicking the mannequin lightly when she stops because she felt hungry. She looks at the others who are silently watching her. "I'm hungry. I don't know why these past few days, I'm getting hungry so fast than normal." She stated. "Is that because she's now a demon? Or there is something going on that we didn't know?" Zylo asks. "Don't ask us. We didn't know it too. These past few days, she's acting weird too, to be honest." Aitan stated.

“I guess I won’t have sex with anyone then. My poor vibrator’s going to have to do for the rest of my life. Of course, there’s also oral sex. I can’t get pregnant like that!” Fallon’s eyes heat with desire at her words. It’s almost amusing to see his pale cheeks flush and his mouth gape open in shock. However, Bree continues to speak completely, unaware of his reaction. “Oh, and let’s not forget that my little sister is some kind of angel who just happens to be the Devil’s mate. Doesn’t anybody else think this is completely crazy?” Everyone remains quiet as they let her absorb her new reality. As we stand there, I can’t help but consider the fact that things are going to get worse for all of

The wasn't oblivious of the sarcasm that laced the message. It was obviously from the overpampered princess, Helena. Her tone was rather off-course. But her intent was mutual with mine. "5 it is then," I muttered a silent response. She was already sitting, tapping her feet impatiently on the floor. On the table were two cups of hot chocolate. I frowned. "Biology should tell you that I am a were-dog. And chocolate cannot kill me. Though it can rather be a pain in the ass." I brushed past her offensive gesture and sat.

If I moved, I was sure I’d collapse. "W-we need to get out of here." I stammered, feeling faint. "What's going on?" He asked, gaze searching mine. "What the hell, Nina? You look like you've just seen a ghost." "D7 is Miriam Webster." I told him. "Who?" "An FBI agent who's been dead for five years." Or at least, should have been. "Wait, what?" I opened my mouth to explain, but at the moment something came clattering into the bathroom from the shattered window overhead. I recognized the shape before my mind could process it. "Nina!" But it was too late. Boom!

Did I fall into an alternate universe or something? “Yes, you are, and it’s not,” Dean insisted, kicking off his shoes. “We are going to make it clear how we both stand in contrast to each other. If you kick my ass, I’m going to get up and show you that, unlike your dad, I can take it like a man and not freak out. If I kick your ass…” I couldn’t help it. I laughed a sharp bark of dry laughter. Before I could apologize, he grinned.

Hopeless to call on Dean, it'd only distract him. You know how people say, you only know what you have when you lose it? I guess, it was then I appreciated the friendship with Dean. My life back on earth, everything. I could remember Dean licking ice cream for the first time as it fell on his shirt and he licked it. Said, nothing this delicious should go to waste. I laughed, but no sound came out. It was funny, being in front of death yet only happy memories I thought about. Life is funny like that, you only remember the best, when you're faced with the worst case scenario. You laugh out loud when you're dying, not because you're happy, but because death is comical.

“Oh, sure. And then he’d sit there, watching me squirm, and decide I was lying. Dean doesn’t need proof to spread a story— he just needs to sense you're lying.” Something hilarious and totally unrelated to this topic suddenly struck me. “He'd actually make a good bloodhound. Then he'd put his talents to good use.” Roman muttered something under his breath about killing him. I smiled faintly. “Get in line.” He dropped onto the chair opposite the bed, elbows on his knees, staring at me like I was a puzzle with a missing piece. “You’re fucking unbelievable, Sav. So now Dean thinks we… what? Hire escorts together? Engage in ménage à trois together? Orgies?”

“You have to be truly kidding me with that joke.” Dean chuckled low and confidently, his smug smirk instantly spreading wider across his face. “It certainly could be me,” he said casually, his tone completely dripping with pure arrogance. “I would honestly do a much better job than you, big brother. At least I wouldn’t let a dangerous Vengas completely tear the entire pack apart with his power.”

he brags, throwing his hair back, as if he were in a shampoo commercial. Containing a stupid giggle, I retort: "You're kind of ridiculous too.” Hunter combs his hair, sticking some silky strands behind his ears. "Honey, you haven't seen me playing the ridiculous role yet. I can be worse than your platypus puppy.” "I doubt" I cross my arms, for the first time laughing at Dean's nickname. "It may even be that I don't reach such an extreme level of stupidity" he raises his hand on my waist and casually rests on my shoulder. "But, apparently, I'm better than him to make you forget about work.”