Supernatural Dean Novelas e Histórias

"The new Chief Priest told our forefathers the only way to drive the river out of the community. One person needs to give up on the corpse of his or her loved one and deliver it to the Chief Priest. The corpse would be kept on the surface of the Earth for one full moon. No one agreed to deliver the corpse of his or her loved ones. A sick man submitted himself while he was alive. He told the Chief to use his body and do whatever he wanted to do when he died. After some seasons, the old man died. His remains were taken to the Chief Priest. It was kept on a wooden stretcher for one full moon. The Chief Priest appointed men who would throw the decayed corpse into the beautiful water.

And I asked him something he had never expected. “Did your wife get a proper burial? Is her soul free?” “Y-yes.” “What about the soul of your child?” Jack’s look became haunted, and I gave him a knowing nod. “If you’d like, we could visit the graveyard. I’ll check.” He believed me. Back then, I wasn’t entirely sure, but I had inherited that ability from the demon. They can be demonically persuasive if they want something. “Who are you to check that?” “Alex.” “I know that—” "...already. Yes. Alexander Leonard Radenor.”

Avery could not help the growing curiosity within her and she searched for information about Dean on her phone on the way home. The introduction about Dean on the internet did not mention that he had eleven wives or that he had dozens of children. There were only mentions of his eldest son, Bobby, his second eldest son Sebastian, and a few other daughters of his. The remaining information was all about his path to becoming a successful businessman. Avery glanced through it and noticed that Dean had been making appearances at various events and projects and he had a hectic schedule. For someone in his seventies, he must be very careful with his health to be so strong.

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

’ Dean said with happiness. Dean is a little blood thirsty sometimes. He enjoys the torment and pain of others when they deserve it. Some would say he is a little sadistic but he would never hurt someone he loves. The Alpha actually sends him on missions for just this reason. He is the perfect person for the job. What he does, he does well and efficiently with no way to track who has done anything. No one knows what he does but the high-ranking wolves in our pack. He is pretty much an assassin.

I swallow hard, feeling all the life drain out of me. “There’s no need to look so perplexed. Surely, you’ve heard of demons and contracts like this,” he says. “Of course, I have. But it’s stupid to believe in the supernatural. You’re toying with me, aren’t you?” I reply, thankful I’ve been able to find my voice. “Are you saying you don’t believe me?” He asks with mock worry in his voice. I shove the contract onto his chest, not bothering whether he catches it or not. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

"What the hell happened out there?" Dean closed the first aid kit and pushed it further away on the bed. "I was coming back home from making a deal when I heard voices in the alley you were in. I stayed, eavesdropped a bit because I recognized your voice." His lip tugged slightly. "I knew I would never get anything out of you yourself, willingly. I was curious. Next thing I know, I'm playing hero and saving your life." He spoke with nonchalance and such calmness, like this was not something totally crazy or bizarre. "Wh-"

“That’s over now. This isn’t your space anymore. Whatever hung from the ceiling isn’t here right now. Elder Evans can no longer campaign against you, and the pack knows the truth. I’m here, no magic to interfere with my feelings, and the fighting with James and his pack is over. Can you think of anything you’ve not told us that can help us find and prove who these blood dealers are?” “I wish my sense of smell wasn’t so messed up, Dean. I didn’t scent anyone inside my own home. That’s what really scares me. They could stand right beside me, and I wouldn’t know.” Dean hadn’t thought of this. Only the Goddess knows who it was right now, and Kiera was correct. It could be anyone. “No, it can’t b

"Well, as I told you, I'm working at the moment, excuse me." "As I told you Sarah, I'm the owner's son, so you can rest assured, you are very beautiful, when my father told me that a new girl had arrived at the place, I never imagined that it was someone like you." Sarah again blushed, as she had just come out of a relationship with the vampire, and she had never been praised by any other mortal let alone one like Dean, it was strange to her that he was doing it now. "Mr. Sullivan, I'm really not for these things, excuse me" Dean just stared at her with a big smile on his mouth, she had become a target of conquest.

Upon hearing the man's voice, everyone bowed respectfully. Dean had finally emerged from seclusion, and they were finally confident they could easily crush the Trumans. "I've heard everything you said. He killed Spike, my beloved disciple, and crippled members of the Newmans. I'll kill him!" Dean's presence was imposing. With a wave of his hand, he commanded, "Let's head to the Trumans!" Everyone eagerly nodded as they followed Dean to head toward the Trumans.