Supernatural Fanfiction Dean Hurt นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He attempted to strike the Alpha again, but the Alpha bit into his hand, fangs digging in, then tossed him away. Dean's hands bled as he staggered to his feet. The Alpha swung wide, which Dean dodged, then swung low to strike his knee, causing him to fall on that knee. Then the Alpha dug his claws into his chest. Dean yelled and attempted to strike with his hand. Unfortunately, the Alpha caught it and twisted it aside. The Alpha soon dragged his claws downwards from Dean's chest to his abs, peeling out flesh and letting blood flow outwards. He left Dean's hand and grabbed his neck while lifting him into the air, still with his other claws dug into Dean's body. Dean struggled a bit before bei

Today more than ever I hate my birth mother for bringing me into the world. I sigh for the umpteenth time taking my clothes and standing up to change. However, her call stops me midway: "I can imagine the difficult situation you are going through," she states without diverting her attention from the Devil. "You must be living through hell, literally. Over the years, I've come to accept that no matter how much I love him, my Dean is not a good man, but he would be incapable of hurting a woman… at least physically." "He was going to hit me," I shudder as I remember the belt in his hands, "he had a…"

She was stabbed on her leg and fell down on the floor. "You're not going to get me!" Alexis screamed while crawling backwards. She tried to pull the knife away from her leg from she can't. There are veins that are showing from her leg and its beginning to be color violet. "What's with this? I feel weak." She stated then her sight is beginning to get blurry. "I'm sorry, princess. I promised myself not hurt you but, you're so stubborn so, I have to do something." Socrates laughs. Before he grabs Alexis, she releases a black smoke and her demon form showed up.

Hevian made her turn so he could see her face, and before she could utter another word, he removed the dagger from her chest and pushed her to the cliff. Una’s eyes were already blurred as she gradually fell, but her mind was still clear. She was consumed with rage. Lord Luxus, I refused to die like this! Please help me! I’ll offer everything I have… She pleaded to the cursed deity from Elduri. The Demon Realm. Lord Luxus… She must be unlucky that even the Demon King refused to hear her plea. Una closed her eyes with tears still falling as soon as her heartbeat stopped.

"Make sure to finish him off! We're heading into the basement." Dean grinned and looked down at his feet at the vampire, dropping to one knee as he raised his dagger and plunged it into the vampire's heart. He stood up and searched around for his other dagger quickly but couldn't find it. He made his way to the basement door and down the stairs. His arm felt heavy but strong and it seemed to glitter in the gloomy light. He flexed his hand and curled it into a fist, appreciating the long fingers and razor sharp claws.

I say, having a swig of my drink. ‘Why, what’s going on?’ He asks, all sleepiness gone from his tone and into beta mode. “Luna and I had an interesting night. Let’s put it like that.” ‘In what way? Is she okay?’ He asks, worry coming through his tone. “She’s physically healed, yes, but…” I rub my forehead, pacing. ‘What?’ “She’s been abused, Dean.” I sigh. “And she’s had a mate before,” I say with a slight growl.

He unlocked the screen, smirking faintly once it opened. ‎ ‎ Selene’s pulse skyrocketed, “What are you doing?” she asked. ‎ ‎ Dean tilted the phone lazily toward her before beginning to type. ‎ ‎ “You know what hurts a man most?” he asked casually. “It’s not killing him.” ‎ ‎ Selene’s stomach dropped violently hearing this. ‎ ‎ “It’s making him suffer first before killing him.” ‎ ‎ Selene suddenly had a premonition on what Dean was about to do. Her entire body jerked against the restraints.

They will probably cut off my allowance again. I hate that damn Dean! He is annoying and arrogant. I also hate those stupid girls, why are they so into that old mogul? Their admiration for that uncultured corn hair. It literally makes me want to pull out all his golden hair. It's satisfying to dump his handso —darn, Ugly face in the mud. He is not attractive at all, everything about him is ugly! “Hey, sup, sissy? You suddenly turned into an empty body, where did your soul travel? I bet it went to the dean again. You are probably thinking of him again."

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?

I joke, but it falls short. A ladder appears and I grab ahold of it and make my way up. Instantly being grabbed by Gunner as he inspects the bruises on my face, that I’m sure are closer to healed than not by now. “I’m getting really tired of seeing you hurt.” He whispers to me, and I smile at him. “Days not over yet.” I tell him and he takes a deep breath. “Be careful what you say with him right now, Bambi. He’s having trouble controlling his powers right now.” Dean says pulling me from Gunner’s grasp and into his chest. I sigh relieved as I scent all my mates next to me, then pull away.