The Last One Will Dean Novels & Stories

His gaze never wavered, but there was a weight in his silence. The kind that only comes when you know history is repeating itself. I wiped my face, forced myself to my feet. I looked at Xavier. At Fiona, whose magic sputtered. At Diego, roaring defiantly through bloodied teeth. At the packs that remained, broken and burning. And finally—at Cael. He was watching the battlefield. Watching Dean descend further into darkness. Watching the Firstborn consume everything. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady. Clear. Absolute. “There is only one way to end this.”

Back then, I'd faked my death partly to escape that very feeling—a feeling I could never return. People always develop feelings when they've been through the fire together. But I had only one goal: to leave. I could give him nothing. I turned away, ready to drift elsewhere—when suddenly, a roar of fury erupted from the main courtyard. It was Nathan's voice. It drew me back like a magnet. There he was, clutching a pale, trembling Vivian in his arms, barking orders at the servants, "Go get Master Channing!" I knew that name. The most feared exorcist in the circles we moved in—ruthless, brutal, a man whose very reputation made people shudder.

I don't wanna waste my time on something nonsense like this. "Sasha, and you two. I'll talk to you later, for now go to the detention room. I was expecting more of you Sasha, such a disappointment" All three of them stood up and headed to the detention room. We were also about to stand and leave but Dean told me to stay here for a minute. "It's okay. I'll wait outside" I nodded and smiled. He went outside already. There was total silence for a second. I don't know how to start a conversation with a Dean. Should I say 'Wazzup Dean?' or 'Yow sup?'. Lol. Just kidding.

The retired military team's titanium diving bell had been knocked off course by an undercurrent at 3,380 feet. The last segment of their comms log was the team leader shouting, "Cabin pressure abnormal... Retract! Retract now!" before it dissolved into static. Brody slammed his phone onto the table. "There's no chance any of them survived." "What about the one from Kaimon?" "No word yet. He said he was going to wait for a gap in the undercurrents before descending." By the afternoon, the Kaimon diver's final voice message was in the group chat. Brody had someone translate it.

FIVE DAYS EARLIER “ I stand on the last bridge of my life. Who knew Brooklyn Bridge, a bridge I always crossed through would be the bridge I fall from? I breathe in my last breath, so refreshing… The breeze blows my ebony hair and with one last step, l'll… “ “ Krystal!”

I really can’t afford to loose this job, there’s absolutely nowhere else I could work in this town and I desperately need the money. The silence in the little diner is deafening all of a sudden, no clattering of cutlery, no crunch from old man Jack biting down on the sausage links, Mrs. Devereaux stopped stirring her half cup of sugar with a drop of coffee.. silence … complete and utter silence. My heart is pounding in my chest, did I say something wrong?

Dean explained. "So... who was in the video?" Keith asked as he looked at them. "Why are you looking so calm about this even though you're the last to know?" Ray asked and Keith grinned. "I had my doubts but I didn't think much about it...." Keith declared and Dean sighed. "It seems like I'm the last one to realize that. And I even had a time when I was anxious about who would be this man who was with her five years ago..." Dean trailed off, "I'm assuming that it was you on the video," Ray said and Dean nodded.

"Nico… you've grown. You must walk your path alone. I'm going to be with Mommy. She's lonely over there… I have to be with her." Enzo knelt, tears streaming. "Don! You can't! The young master cannot be without his father! Madre would never want this!" Dante cut him off, a twisted smile curving his lips. "Even in hell… I will cling to her and beg for her forgiveness." Then, he closed his eyes and fell forward. "Wait for me, Bianca." The waves swallowed him instantly. In that moment, I felt it—his obsession, the one that had clung to me all these years, finally dissipated.

Her mouth was like her legs— always open. Dean leaned back in his folding chair with the air of a priest about to bless a congregation of sinners. “I even did a little further digging for you. Turns out,”— he looked at me like he was savoring the moment— “he placed his last order just two days before you guys got here.” He dropped what was obviously top secret information. That word. Order. It made my skin crawl. I felt it in my teeth. I had two seconds to think. Two seconds to save Roman. To save myself. To keep Dean’s venom from spilling into Chloe’s ears, because once she hears something like this, she’d have it broadcast across the barbecue before the ribs even finished smoking.

“I couldn’t care less about my ‘mate’ and you know it. I was barely tolerating the girl. Not that I won't kill and make it hurt really bad to who killed her like that, because she was still mine.” When kyle gets calculative like that, we all know that blood is going to be spilled tonight whether we know it or not. “it is the same person,” I say quietly from my seat and they all nod. “same style, same ammo, nothing left behind to track them down,” dean speaks and I nod. I have a special place reserved for the murderous bastard. I am going to show him exactly who I am and they are not going to live to tell the tale.