When Is Dean Winchester's Birthday Novels & Stories

When he sat down on the edge of Mark's dresser his phone chirped and he looked at it to see there was a message from his 'little wolf', he smiled to see her message him first. Mark saw the smile and rolled his eyes. "How are you going to keep anything a secret with that goofy in love look on your face?" Dean's eyes glowed as he glanced up at Mark. "Shut up, I do not have a goofy look on my face!" He read the message and chuckled. Mark rolled his eyes again and opened the bag of chips, watching him. A – You didn't tell me when your birthday party is D – Sorry, I got distracted by your mouth. It's October 18th at my house, starts 8pm (attached location map)

I couldn’t take my eyes off her as I lowered into a seat, resisting the urge to pull her out of here, and stand over her till she told me who had dared to make her cry again. She must have sensed me watching her, because she looked up, and the ghost of a smile crossed her lips. I forced myself to look at Dean, but he did not look like he could be the source of anyone’s troubles. He looked even worse than he had earlier. My eyes fell on that silly couch blanket still draped around him even though the room was quite warm. He caught me watching him and smiled sadly, “It’s mom's posthumous birthday tomorrow.” I frowned, irritated that he would think I could forget that. But I gave him a nod. Thi

I looked at Dean who was staring at us with admiration, "Where's your present?" "I'll give you later." Was all he said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Oouu, he wants to give you the D later. That'll be the best gift ever, God knows you haven't had that in a long time." Chris remarked. "Chris!" Dean and I exclaimed in unison. Feeling very ecstatic, I made a wish and blew on my birthday cake. Chris made a quick video of Dean and I cutting the cake and we all ate from the cake, which tasted really fucking awesome by the way.

'What a life' he thought. He had prescribed some drugs for Kaylar and handed Wayne a list of things she should avoid eating for the time being. Dean was the CEO of Cedarcrest Hospital he also took up some important and high-profile cases. His family has a long history in the medical line. "Bro! When did you get married?" Dean gave Wayne an incomprehensible look. He didn't know if he was meant to be happy because his good friend got married to a sensible lady. "It happened in a rush," Wayne said as he led Dean to the patio.

His thoughts drifted back to the past. 'Back then, Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya had also celebrated my birthday and even prepared luxury gifts for me every year. But instead of feeling happy, I always felt depressed… even angry. Why? Because they celebrated it on April 28—the one date I could never forget, because that was actually Zeke's birthday.

I should have anticipated this, but the thought of knowing that he was really going to die made me feel an unexplainable ache in my chest. I didn't even understand if I was feeling this way because of my fate after his death or because the person I had just met had died because of me. “I don't know how a strong man like Kael could be taken down so horribly by a few drops of medicine…but he didn't have a wolf, so that…” Dean went silent for a few seconds before releasing a heavy sigh that shook the air. “Dean…Professor Harrison might be able to help-” “You’ll be executed by sunrise according to the wishes of the elders. Relish the few hours you have left” Dean cut me off.

he promised, his voice filled with conviction. As I walked out into the morning sun, staring at the horizon with a steely gaze, “What day is it?” I asked, walking towards my car. Dean opened the door for me and replied, “It’s Tuesday, sir.” “Date?” I inquired as I got into the car. “June 15... why do you ask?” Dean responded, his tone filled with concern. I simply shook my head and started the car. Today is Henry’s birthday; the fool will finally turn 18 today.

While we start taking pictures, I take an extra picture on Gunner’s camera, so he can stay focused on his conversation. Finally, he gets off the phone with his dad and walks over to us. He looks at me sadly, “He says your birthday should be today.” My eyebrows scrunch in confusion, and I look at Dean. “What does that mean then? Am I broken? Do I not have a wolf?” I start to freak out a little bit.

Nothing from Dean, which was surprising on the one hand, and understandable on the other hand. Surprising because he always called or texted every day since they had officially started dating. And understandable because this was the last day of his being single too. She had heard from one of the high-ranking pack men that there was going to be a bachelor party for Dean. And it was going to be out of town. He had confirmed it to her when she had seen him the previous day, claiming it was just something organized by his friends and that he was going to be back to the pack early enough, before the wedding as he didn’t want to be late to the best day of his life.

Servants were busy carrying food, and the parking lot was filled with people. What the hell is happening? If I can remember clearly, my mother just died; we just lost three royalties. Theresa was a royalty too. So why the hell did it look like they were celebrating? “What is happening here?” I asked one of the guards that came to carry our luggage. “Dean is getting married today, sir,” he said. I narrowed my eyes to a split “He is what?” I asked again. “He is getting married, sir.” I took a step back, and shock ran through my bone marrow. “Does he know?” I asked him.