Supernatural Dean X Castiel Novels & Stories

"Who gives this witch and woman to these men?" "I do," Angelic steps forward, turning me over to Decan and Walsh before slipping back to her seat in the crowd. I can't stop staring at my handsome ghosts while Decan and Walsh take turns orating the ceremony. Part of me feels like this is all a dream. A wonderful, amazing dream I never want to wake up from. "Do you, Kiarr take Brene as your lawful wedded wife?" Decan asks. "Aye, I do." He winks at me and my stomach does a flip.

Ryan Dixon snorted coldly and didn't say anything. Chris Gordon wanted to find out more, but Sam Aden came out of nowhere and rammed the front of his bike into him on purpose. This stopped him. Chris Gordon was confused, but when Sam Aden looked at Ryan Dixon, he gave him a look that said, "I get it." Ryan Dixon: "………." Like I said, what the hell do you get?! Last night, when Sam Aden saw that scene by accident, Ryan Dixon couldn't help but notice that his eyes had changed in a scary way. Understanding, calming, boosting, and... sympathy?

Not like she was supporting the enemy which was actually Clara and Kieran, but they were kicking some home world butt. “And you got it” Ronnie said and she didn’t like her tone. “You’re lying”. “Not like I care or anything, but Supernaturals are dying. Just a reminder”. The seal was close enough to what she saw. She had seen it in her mind and it was close. The wings were on her back now and Ronnie had a smirk and Danny grabbed her by her wrist and she was glowing purple. “Like hell I’ll let you out of my sight”. And they made their way to the battlefield. She had arrived just in time to see spinning death going towards every soldier. The power alone radiating off of it scared her. But she d

"She needs help. You have to do something." As the doctor was about to respond, a familiar face appeared, causing Dean to flinch. It was his father, Mr. Castellan, accompanied by his men. Dean's expression darkened at the sight of him. "Good to see you, my boy," Mr. Castellan smirked as he took a seat. "Father," Dean grimaced, his tone strained with resentment. Mae watched in shock, realizing that Dean was no ordinary man, but part of a powerful family.

"Then I must become something worse.". Gloria stood. "There's someone here to see you." Sama blinked. "Who?" "Paul Wason." Sama rose slowly to his feet. "Dean's dead brother?" "He's not dead," Gloria said. "He's very much alive. And he's looking for you by name." — Down in the room, Dean stood facing a ghost. Paul Wason. Aged now. Scars on his face. But unmistakably alive. "You left me for dead," Dean growled. Paul laughed. "That's rich coming from the man who killed Leira." Dean launched himself, claws out— —but Sama's voice stayed his hand. "Enough!" Paul spun, eyes gleaming. "You look like her." "I know," Sama replied. "You carry her fire." "And you carry her blood on your hands," Sama r

He never wanted to say this to him, knowing that it'll be like using her, but at this point, it seems like it's the only excuse he has. With a heavy heart, Dean slowly turns around and strides out of the garden, leaving Damien there heartbroken... A few minutes later in Dean's room... The door slowly opens, and Dean walks in. Seeing Cassie fast asleep on the bed, he walks over to the chair beside the bed and sits on it staring at her innocent face. Why does this have to happen to him of all people? Why does this have to happen now that he finally found her?

“Listen, Lunefar, I’ll be straight with you. If you’re here because you heard Alpha Kaia is throwing a parade in Cassian’s honor and you want Noah to be there somehow, just give up. He’s not well enough to even get out of bed yet.” “Watch your tone when you speak to me, boy,” Dean warned through gritted teeth “You may be my son’s right-hand man, but that won’t stop me from teaching you a lesson if you disrespect me!” he threatened. “Besides, I know very well that Noah is still not well. The boy fought a chimera, not a fly. I don’t want him to get up. I want him to tell me more details about how everything happened. That way I can better analyze the place where they found the parts of that ab

[Delilah] I knew he might have been there to bait me the moment I sensed him in that bar three weeks ago. Seeing him here today confirms it. Someone is trying to set me up and they are using this sweet child to trap me. I should have never approached him that night. But a virgin as pure as him is so rare I had to be the first to sample him, to drink from his essence. It had been so long since I had a proper meal, and it didn't hurt that he was also devastatingly beautiful. Angelic almist. My kind cannot resist something so fresh and pure. Whoever put him on my path did so knowing that I would be come weak in his presence, drawn to his inner light. It is in our nature to find, claim, seduce,

“Uncle Sam's here to save you.” I shook him off. “From what? You said I was safe.” “Hmm. Yes. Well, I did ward your house against low-level demons. But this appears to be more than your average hellion.” “You mean you can't tell what it was? You, the all-powerful demon lord, can't manage something CSI does in a single episode?” He sneered. “I don't have the time to investigate every little pest that rummages through your panty drawer, Shannon. I'm Death. I have a job to do. You're not my priority.”

He rolled his eyes while taking a seat a little away from us. I chuckled. “I can’t help it iif Dean’s my personality.” “Yeah sure, and I’m Sam.” “What does that make me?” Isabelle popped in and asked with a curious smile. Supernatural has always been my favourite show. It followed the story of Dean and Sam, two brothers who would do anything for each other. As for Isabelle, I didn’t really… know what she’d be in that show. To be honest, if I had to compare her with a vibe, I'd call her Jo.