We do this my way

Chapter 1 "another day at jurrasic world"

"Shut it up Delta, or I swear I'll put that cone on you again "

As Deans hand rose in the air, four of the best raptors: Charlie, Delta, Echo and Blue all stood up in defense mode and looked to their alpha, Dean Winchester.

Click-click-click

The sound reached the raptors ears and at the gesture of Dean's hand, they crouched down, staring at Dean like he was their meal. He knew they'd never eat him. And if they did Dean would want to go out that way. You hear about bland deaths like car wrecks or cancer but to be eaten by dinosaurs? That is pretty cool.

Click-click

Just like that, they were gone. All of them ran into the forest together in hopes they did good enough to get a live pig lost in their habitat. Delta held back though, he walked up to Dean bowed and sad. Dean crouched infront of him and scratched his chin.

"It's okay Delta, I would never put you through that again, unless you try to claw yourself. That's a big no no. Now go catch that pig before your brothers and sister get to it," Dean stood up and looked around to see if the other raptors might of been looking. They weren't so he pointed in the direction they didn't go in.

"It's over there bud," Click. Delta ran off and Dean smiled as he exited the cage. Another day at Jurassic World and Dean Winchester couldn't be happier.

"Bro that was amazing! " Charlie snickered and punched Dean's arm, walking past him. The forest was alive with the sounds of dinosaurs. It was better than waking up to a rooster or the sound of beach waves.

Dean looked at Charlie through his sunglasses. "Don't you have stegosaurus eggs to hatch or something?"

"Nope. Don't you have raptors to make into house pets?"

"Hey they could still live in the wild. But they could also scare the crap out of a mailman too," They both laughed, and Charlie spoke.

"Hey, speakin' of mail did you hear we are getting cuts in our paychecks again?"

"Again?! What the hell, it isn't cheap living here and flying back to the U.S. for holidays. I'm gonna talk to someone about this," He swore.

"Who, the new head director? Good luck, that guy is harder than a ankylosaurus's protective shell- and those things are nearly indestructible and you know it."

Dean found his bike and swung into it. He looked at Charlie while he revved the engine. "I don't care if it's the fucking queen. They can't keep doing this. I'm gonna talk to him Charlie."

A woman walked by and gave Charlie a look ,smiling as she strutted off. Charlie smirked.
Rubbing his chin, he he winks at Charlie. "Looks like you got more than just dinosaurs interested in you, Charlie."

Charlie's jaw dropped, and she spun around to tell him off, but Dean was off, laughing to himself and onto the trail out of there.

He was suppose to always stay on vehicle trail, but when he saw a stampede of any dinosaur he couldn't help go off road a bit. The thrill of a stampede was too much to miss out on. The energy the creatures all share to get to one place was something Dean lived off of. He almost crashed into the forest- again, but was able to brake and watch as they all disappeared further into the trees. It took longer than expected, but Dean was back on the road and eventually his asphalt. Which meant, he'd soon get to public area. The worst thing that ever happened to the island was tourists. Dean went at breakneck speed of 2.3 miles an hour through the crowd.

"Move!"
"Get out of the way, motorcycle coming through people- do you not have any fucking eyes?"
"Kid, if you smack that baby Dino again I'll throw you into the tank."

A mother held her now crying child and Dean picked up the tiny dino that curled up on his shoulders around his neck. Kids should have never been allowed at the park. No one should have been allowed at the park. Dean should of done a lot of things, like taken the position of Head Director when he was offered. But he couldn't do the job he loved if he did, so he turned it down.

He parked on the steps to the center and walked in. After going through security, sneaking past more security, and just plain telling the last one to fuck off, he walked into the control room where hell was breaking loose.

"We have 23 kids in lost and found. 14 heat casualties and 3 bites."

"Why is it this bad can anyone tell me?" A frustrated man in a white button up shirt and black dress pants paced a line as he looked at the cameras. Dean couldn't see his face but spoke loud enough for everyone could hear.

"Well first off, if you didn't charge fourteen fucking dollars for a cup of 'Dino Soda' -which we all know is Mountain Dew- you wouldn't have so many heat casualties. Second, if you put an age limit on who can come to the park, you wouldn't have sticky, snot covered, crying kids in the lost and found and finally, if people didn't fucking smack the damn dinosaurs or tease them with junk food, the dinosaurs wouldn't frikkin bite."

The director didn't even have to turn around. "You must be that Winchester guy. I've heard about you." The director turned to look at him, and Dean was stuck in the gaze of the bluest eyes on the entire island.