Supernatural Dean Funny Novels & Stories

he said standing straight. “Glad to help” she said with an eye roll. “Let’s go” he said placing a hand on her shoulder and they were gone. They were back in the gym which was still empty. Kieran sat down and ignored her. She sat down beside him. It was break so she didn’t have anywhere to be. “Why are you helping Clara?” she asked. “She’s a supernatural. If she was a human I couldn’t care less. They have people to do that for them” he said.

I looked at them hopefully and quickly added, "I'm willing to take any form of punishment you'll give me, alpha Darren. The three amused faces turned to face each other, they both looked at each other for a few seconds and they were still out laughing, with Dean's laughter above theirs. Dean has the talent of exaggerating things. I looked at them, surprise evident on my face because I don't know why they're laughing.I tried to recount something funny from the statement I made a few seconds ago but there was nothing funny. I just asked for pardon and they're laughing like some maniacs.

"Hey, you've been looking at it a thousand times since you entered the room. Are you waiting for somebody?" "NO!!" Dean's ears turn red. 'Ho ho ho, this is something new!' "Is it a giiirrrlll?" asked teasingly. "Noooooo!!! None of your business!!!!" his face turned red and ran out of the room angrily. "Hahahahahahaha!!!!, GOTCHA Buddy!!!" while smiling, he took his phone and dialed a number. "Hi Auntie, how are you?...I'm fine, I just want to tell you something good, yeah yeah about your son....blahh blahh"

“Beth, it’s for you.” “If that’s Susan, tell her to drop dead!” “Not Susan. Her parents. They’re asking you for her stuff since Susan died yesterday while in transit. Her bus got into an accident. She is dead... very, very dead.” +++++++++ Be careful little mouth what you say. ‘Cause it’s hard to take back the pain inflicted by your words. Especially when the one you’re talking to is already dead... And with that very apt but macabre reminder, I bid you all good night. I truly hope those sleeping in their dorm room beds have a restful sleep. Until we meet again here in the Supernatural Spa...

They were his parents and of course it would sting like a bitch every time he thinks of how they wanted nothing to do with him. "Hey, cheer up you motherfucker." I gave his cheek a light tap. "You look so fucking ugly with that face." "Right? What the fuck is. . ." Dean mimicked the sad look on Chris' face. "What the fuck is that? That's not Chris." Chris let out a low laugh. "Exactly, that's Chris." I said, nudging his shoulder. "Chris is full of laughter, and joy, and smiles. " Dean continued, "And is funny and a good person."

He was an almost exact version of Xander, mysterious, obscure, with a hint of danger in their aura. I guess it is why they get along so well. Dean suddenly groaned, his hand over his forehead, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. My shoulder immediately fell, the tension no longer there. “That was the most stupid plan I have ever heard of. Even a damn koala could come out with a better plan than this.” I spoke, crossing my hands together, and eyed his features. To my surprise, a small smile formed on his lips as he slowly opened his black eyes and run a hand over his midnight black hair, making it messier than before.

I cleared my throat, "Look, I got to go." "What? But I thought you're in your house? You're not usually busy-" "Bye," I muttered, forcing myself to cut the phone call off. "That was Prince Charming, I suppose?" Dean asked. "Yeah..." I sighed before settling with comfortable silence. Except for the stereo blasting random music. "By the way, Dean." I faced him, "You're a flirt." "Thanks." He grinned, showing off his pearly white complete set of teeth. He's an underground fighter, how can he keep those intact?