Supernatural Dean X Castiel Novels & Stories

"We must get out of here…" And with difficulty leaning on it, he got up to leave that place. Dean walked out of the parking lot, and when people saw him, a strange calm attacked him, and his mind faded as the man fell unconscious. Several hours passed, and his consciousness returned in a hospital bed; next to him was Christina, still with dirty clothes, she was sleeping. Dean looked up at the night sky, and a voice he knew spoke. “That wretch Glenn will spend the rest of his miserable life in a hole where the light will never touch him. I guarantee it!!"

Nothing to fear or expect from them, I didn't have any visions of something bad happening nor did I have a bad feeling about it. Everyone here knows that the Supreme supernaturals normally went on a frenzy when finding their significant other on a full moon and the vamps wanted us to be separated for that exact reason. My body is being pulled out of my chair as I link my eyes with him and Castiel talks to me pulling me out of my reverie, "What the hell were you doing sittin' there, Reed? They're asking for you." "Who?" I have a great assumption about who he was talking about but I needed the confirmation to take action.

He lunges forward, catching me as I collapse, my body trembling violently. The abyss hesitates, torn between me and Dean. "Now!" Fiona’s voice is sharp as a blade. She raises her hands, chanting ancient words, sealing the abyss’s choice. It roars in defiance, but it is too late. Dean gasps as the darkness surges into him, wrapping around his soul, consuming him whole. His body jerks, eyes flashing with an eerie, unnatural light. Silence falls. Xavier clutches me tightly, his breath uneven, his heart pounding against mine. His hands, usually so steady, shake against my skin. "Henry—"

He might as well die as compensation for what he did to Mister Zander, so he could at least redeem himself. Dean scoffed coldly at that moment. He continued forming seals with his hands. A ball of gray spiritual flame surged to the sky. It burned brightly and emitted an astounding spiritual pressure. They felt like their hearts were going to stop beating. Yolanda and her sons started to roll their eyes because of the spiritual pressure, feeling like they were about to pass out. Santino roared at that moment to elevate all his spiritual energy. He sprinted toward Dean. The longsword in his hand emitted a blade energy that was several meters long. Runes could be seen as he slashed down.

He would be scared. As expected, the day fell upon them without any warning. It was a beautiful day, the same day Sam and Nat wedding supposed to be. Sun bright and sky blue, Dean sipped his cocktails with Air in the balcony and they watched demons coming out of the hell gates. There were hundreds of them just in city; the heaven would be targeted first. Cleaning out the angels, no one would stop their slaughtering festival on earth. Dean hummed when he caught the message. It was from Sam and his friends, no doubt. He read and let out a laugh. Air raised her eyebrows at him.

And yet, the memory of that night in the car—the surge of power that had saved us both—lingered like an echo in my mind. Could it be that simple? “Damien,” Stephan said again, his voice cutting through my thoughts. “You’re trying to push him to fight with force, but that’s not who he is. Castiel isn’t like Felix or the others. He’s not driven by brute strength or aggression. He needs something else.” I didn’t respond, but my eyes stayed locked on Castiel as an idea began to take shape in my mind. Felix stepped forward, his massive frame towering over Castiel as he raised his fist for the finishing blow. Castiel flinched, his hands coming up in a weak attempt to block, but it wouldn’t be enou

"The bond is strongest when all sides are equal." Elias offered to drive them back to the city, and soon they were heading down the winding forest road, leaving the cabin and its momentous events behind. In the backseat, Casie found herself sandwiched between her mates, their physical presence both comforting and overwhelming after the intensity of the past twenty-four hours. "You okay?" Rick asked quietly, his newly enhanced senses picking up on her tumultuous emotions. "Not really," she admitted. "Yesterday I was just Detective Blackwood with a secret. Today I'm part of a prophesied supernatural triad with two mates and apparently a destiny to bridge worlds."