Supernatural Dean Novels & Stories

Being part of the Supernatural world opens your eyes to many things. Demons were created after the fall of Lucifer. Unlike some angels, we were not made in heaven. A few of us are the progeny of the six demon lords who served as lieutenants for Lucifer. The rest of the demons are just products of evil souls that Lucifer enslaved. Only the progeny of a demon lord has real power. That is until each Lord rebelled against Lucifer. That’s the bad part of being evil─ everyone wants to rule. Each demon lord wanted to be the master of hell, and Lucifer disagreed. One day he sent his most trusted enforcers to annihilate each Lord, including my father. My mother was a minor demoness of no real power.

Lucifer Lana’s form wavers before me as she watches her sister begin to plummet. I try to reach Fallon and Bree, but The Creator pulls them away. To my surprise, Lana catches Bree before she could fall and flies her to a safer spot. I don’t know what made her save Bree, but I don’t question it as I stab at the Creator’s talon and manage to seize Fallon from his hold. “Fallon,” I call to him as I desperately try to heal his wound. “I'm fine…” he sputters weakly as blood pours from his lips, “…he missed my heart.”

I didn't expect anything like this at all. Priya is actually the sister to the red serpent which killed Sona's parents. How in earth am I even going to tell her all this.. Will she even believe when I tell her. And then Dean is alive. What the hell is happening. I personally participated in the killing of Dean on top of the mountain. Perhaps it was just a decoy. With all the powers that he has. I am positive anything can happen band be done by him. He has both the powers of the dragons and of the snakes. This was something that is so hard to even believe for a second.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

"Did you not tell her about the rules?" Dean asked. "Yes, I told her." Christopher replied and then Dean turned to me. "You didn't follow the rules so get ready for the punishment" He said and walked towards a drawer and took out a cigarette and lit it. He was smoking while my heart was racing fast. What punishment will he give me? Will he beat me till death? Or something worse? I was praying to God to show mercy on me. After a little, I spoke as I wanted to know what was going to happen next.

Layla avoided eye contact, stammering, "W-what do you mean?" Haley continued, "Dean is 28, a trusted assistant to Shane. He's pretty busy with work, but his relationship history is completely clean. He even owns a place in downtown Jasper City. So, what do you think? Satisfied with these conditions?"

But unfortunately, he couldn’t live in these moments forever; he had another matter to take care of. “Now that we’re settled on that, I would like to hear the details of this new rumor that you lot were whispering about before I stepped in earlier,” Dean said, looking directly at Elder Craig, who suddenly seemed uncomfortable under Dean's piercing gaze. “If you’re bothered about what part I overheard, don’t worry about that. You are correct; I am obsessed with finding my mother’s killer, and I won’t stop until I do. Well then, I’m all ears, Elder,” Dean added, resting back in his chair with the poise of a king addressing his kingdom.

Together, we will defy the odds and shape our own future, united in our strength and resolve. Cael didn’t answer. Not with words. He raised his hand—and the sky split. Lightning danced—not from clouds, but from the tear his very presence carved between realms. A vision bled into the sky—fire, death, and a sea of broken wolves. Then—Dean stepped into view. A walking nightmare. I froze. Dean. But… not him. Not anymore. Something twisted had taken root inside him. “But you're meant to die,” he said, his voice like broken glass. “You cannot escape your destiny.”

It was a game Sam couldn't win. Dean didn't care when Sam dropped by and announced his wedding with Nat three months after he and Dean start dating. It's like angels and his parents don't want to loose one more son after loosing Win with Adom. He nodded at the young man's word and said congratulation to him, earning a weird expression from the angel. He never declared his liking to Sam, and the angel was confused if Dean wanted him or not. He wanted to be sure that Sam reciprocated his unspeakable desire.

I replied. “He's here!” Dean's voice snapped me back to the present and I looked around wildly. I couldn't see anyone. “Thought you weren't getting involved.” I said to him, drawing the knife from my pocket and still looking around. “I'm not. He's here. I can feel it.” Dean replied. There was an urgency in his tone I had never heard before. It sounded suspiciously like fear. And if Dean, my supernatural other half was afraid... A triumphant howl pierced through the night.