Supernatural Dean Novels & Stories

------------------ Merliah’s Point of view. ------------------------- “Than-” Dean tried to speak but suddenly fainted. “Deannnnnnnnnn !!!!!” I shouted. I immediately asked for help to lift him into my unit because I knew nothing about the password of his unit. The stupid dean fainted before opening his unit. I called my personal doctor to check on the dean's condition. "Looks like he fainted due to exhaustion, dehydration, and low blood pressure." Doc just gave me medicine and reminders before he left.

Knowing that he could see them, Hazel made them visible but her face carried a shocked expression. "What is it Hazel" Claire asked, "It's not possible" she blurted, "What's not possible" Claire asked, "He is a Perrenial Wolf, a direct descendant from the demon Hades who mated with a white wolf" She answered confusing Claire the more, "I don't understand what you are saying" Claire replied, "He is the destruction of the world" Hazel whispered to her, Claire was dumbfounded with the words coming out of Hazel's mouth, she opted to Luther and stretched her hands to him, he mumbled at her touch spurring his fur.

Dean asked, sounding quite irritated already. “I have no idea Dean,” The last time I saw Dean was at my mother’s funeral, he came for the funeral along with his mom. Father never told us that he had a son with a stranger; turns out he wasn’t as loyal as I thought he was. I gave Tobias some money to stay away and never return but the dude never listens. I stood up from the chair and used my fingers to brush my hair back as I walked out of the room, heading down the stairs. Truly, he was seated on one of the couches with legs spread out like he fucking owns this place.

— The reflections of Dean's glowing eyes in his amulet, walking on the material of the turtleneck, almost blinded me and I barely held the phone in my hands. — I would not say that my race is good, even though I have become like this without desire: I am a ghoul. This is not a rotting subspecies of zombies. I was bitten at the age of five...—Dean sighed. The eyes, black as night, disappeared behind fluffy eyelashes and then looked at me again.—Aren't you an angel?— — No, I don't , I'm as far from angels as you are from people, Dean. I'm just an Ultima priest.— I touched his hand for a second.

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

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……

Now, he's going to know what it means to suffer and lose the most important thing in life. This woman really is insane. Did I get that right? She tried to kill him? Dean was a six year old child, and her angel was just as old. It was a freaking accident. From what it sounds to me like, Dean wanted his twin sister to be happy. He wanted to fulfil her wishes. How can she entirely blame this on him and then even think he literally killed her?

Why didn't he inform him that they had taken his heavily pregnant wife? Is it actually because He had secretly gotten married to the same lady he forbade him from seeing and went as far as impregnating her? Diana... Jax frowned, thinking about a certain lady named Dysha. Sigh... He should have known that D stands for Danger. And now, D stands for Death. "Pathetic!!" Jax mumbled. "Domnguez Fernândo of the Italàn Dé Underworld," he chanted. It looks like it's been a while since he personally went out on a mission. Some people are already overconfident in their desire to conquer and overthrow his power in the underworld.

Decan waves goodbye to us and enters her office, closing the door after her. "Power. I can talk to the dead, do seances; that shit. What about you?" "Nothing. I'm not a witch." "Oh. You're not a vamp or you'd be groggy right now." She clicks her tongue making the silver piercing tap against her teeth. "Are you a fae or were then?" "No, you misunderstand me. I'm not a supernatural, I'm only human." "That's impossible." She draws back. "Only non-humans are allowed here."