Supernatural Dean Novels & Stories

Feeling my body transitioning, I plead, "Micah, if you love her, you'll get me to her with urgency. I lied. I bit her, so she's dying. I don't love her, so I'm not making her my mate." "Make me like you," Micah demands. "It's not that easy." Soon, I hunch over in pain, squeezing my abs. Dean shouts, "What in the hell's going on? Look, I'm only doing this for the money. I'm a single father of two daughters. They need me. I'm going back home." "NO!" Micah and I yell. The sunsets, and I wail out a growl. Terrified, Dean screams, "Holy God! Have mercy on my soul!"

My little brother looks in shock, "Why am I running a fucking incest gang here?! What did I fucking do to all of you that's so traumatizing? What did you fucking lack in life, Dean, that you need to find it in older men? You're goddamn unbelievable. Every time you just chose the worst man available, and why? Fucking tell me why." "That's enough," I growl and I get in between them to get my dad's hands away from Dean. Luckily, he doesn't put any resistance and just walks away. I look down at Dean's eyes, "Are you okay?" He still in shock, but he shakes his head. Of course. This is unheard of. Dad is officially losing it. "Look at me," I tell Dean and force him to look up, "Uncle Soren is a ro

Then a handful of men, Dean's men, stepped inside. "Take him away, and give him the whipping of his life," he commanded. The men were busy whispering in a low tone, and then one of his men came closer with shaky hands. Although Wiley was a cruel man, Dean was know as the butcher, and sometimes the right hand of Wiley. He is the one the executes Wiley's evil deads. Dean stretched his hands out with his eyes shut. They cuffed him, and he followed them. He was almost out of the room when he paused and turned to Wiley.

Gatty cursed in shock but was interrupted by a sting on her cheek. She looked up and glared at him, but Dean only smiled and then said, “No Cussing!” making her speechless. She was only surprised by his crazy suggestion that she unconsciously let out a curse. But still, what did he mean by that?! Dean sighed seeing the confused look on her face, so he decided to explain. “The truth is that I was never married. Moses came from surrogacy but to cover that, I had to say his mother died.” He revealed shocking her into gasping and moving back in shock.

"I love you too. For eternity, if you'll have me." We stayed like that for hours, just being together. Our relationship was genuine now, built on honesty and effort and choosing each other every day. I split my time between my own apartment, moments with Jaxon and the pack, and evenings with Lucien. It was unconventional, but it worked for us. Thursday afternoon meant coffee with Ronan. He'd accepted the position as the first Dean of Supernatural Studies at Blackstone, and his office in the new center was already cluttered with books and research papers.

“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?”

“Our private coroner examined his torn throat and quickly realized those weren’t normal knife wounds. They were deep, jagged marks, like an animal had attacked him. The wounds were made by the claws and fangs of a real werewolf.” He paused and tilted his head, giving me a fake, almost comforting look. “But don’t be scared, Gabriel. I’m not going to hand you over to the police,” Luke sneered. “If the real police investigate his death, they might discover my name and bring me down with you. You see, that armed man you killed that night wasn't a real police officer. They were my personal mercenaries wearing stolen police uniforms. So don’t worry about your head. I’m going to end your pathetic l

His efforts were nothing if not laudable. Katarzyna made me slow down once or twice, her shamelessly flirting with the demons as she sent them to the abyss was nothing if not laughable. Seyi was a ball of fire, a human fireball. I had no idea how Dean knew about the outcome of this battle, but then I remembered, Dean is a Seer. I laughed out loud, my joy translating into doom for the demons all around me. Dean, you sly fox. So, you knew. You'd never cease to amaze me, never.

It was in Latin of course but lucky for me I took up Latin while in high school. My eyes widened when I noticed that Dean was one of the devotees of God. He fought from their side during the great war but after losing his family he lost faith. Even though he was one of the loyal no one batted an eye at his grief and asked him to move on. That's why he committed suicide and ended up in Hell. "Wow" I blinked several times. It was a shame that I did not know anything about his past and he had been working for me from several decades now. Why did not he say anything about it?

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.