Dean Winchester Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He'd hoped for a fulfilling physical relationship and was rewarded beyond his expectations. Lately, Dean seems to be grappling with emotions that extend beyond the physical aspects of our relationship, causing him internal turmoil. He wrestles with maintaining his vow to love only Eliza, convinced that this commitment is unchangeable. He had shared this solemn promise with those closest to him, myself included. He vowed never to love another. Yet, despite his resolve, his heart seems to chart its own course, disregarding his mind's instructions.

Dean gestured me closer after turning to face me. He laughed, "This girl should have paid attention in health class. Look at this crazy bitch. She thinks this guy is the father of her child but has only ever had oral sex with him. I chuckled as I briefly observed the woman argue passionately with the man on television, almost falling off her chair. I said, "You cool here? I'm going outside to shoot for a bit. Dean groaned loudly and was slightly upset. "What?"

"I hate your guts, Vin Winchester." "Sure I know," I manage a smirk between our lips as I got rid of my belt and pants. "But I also know you always love me inside you," I added as I lifted her red mini gown up her waist and instantly saw the clear lust dance in her eyes, confirming my words. "Fair enough," I said before capturing her lips with mine and at the same time entering her with one fast and sharp thrust, making her moan out my name against my lips. XENIA'S POV

" How did I survived all those years without him by my side, without his touch. I gave in to my instinct, I started stroking his spine, because it was very attractive. The groaned he made in his throat in his sleep was sexy as hell. When he store, even if he eyes are still closed, I'm sure he is only half sleeping. Taking my hands in his, he kissed each finger, one after after the other then entwined his fingers with his. " For years, this is one of the rare time I sleep the night through. From the years I sleep on this bed without you, I wish to sleep with you in my arms every night from now on. Please don't you ever leave me, please." Said Declan " Every night" I promise " Yes every night"

Things we got to do for money, right? Dean extends his hand for a handshake. “Pleasure to meet you, Winter.” His eyes grow heavy lidded when I take his much bigger palm in mine, staring at him from under my lashes. “Pleasure is all mine, Dean.” And I mean that in more ways than one. Judging by the way his nostrils flare, I suspect he catches my meaning too. Victor doesn’t waste any more time leading me inside, and I feel the heat of Dean’s eyes on my bare back as we walk away. I wonder if he’s mad his father is going to get a taste of what he couldn’t get around to.

Angelina breathed out a sigh of relief and stared at dean expectantly. Dean swallowed again and looked around before moving his gaze back to her. “This is going to sound crazy, and you might even hate me after this, but I think you need to know. I need to tell you. It’s driving me fucking insane keeping it inside for so long,” he started. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s going to be okay,” angelina replied, trying to make him as comfortable as she could. When dean started talking, she didn’t have to force her attention anymore. He had her full attention. Her breath hitched as he continued his story. Her heart ached with each word, and tears slid down her cheeks.

“But I know that you would find your way into getting me to forgive you again.” She walked toward the operation room following Irina and I took a deep breath before Dean turned to face me. His eyes met mine and he raised an amused eyebrow. I rolled my eyes and went to take a seat. He and Viktor shared a glance before both men walked toward me. “If you intend on shooting me, do it now, or spare yourselves the anger.” I said, and Dean smirked. “Well, considering that it is our hospital, and we are going to be waiting for Irina for a little while.” Dean said, and I raised an eyebrow. “I was thinking that we could have a drink,”

“We’re going to have another baby.” “I know... it was nice to see Grif-” he stopped dancing. He held me by my shoulder and pulled away gently to look into my eyes. “What did you say?” I nodded, taking the pregnancy kit from my pocket and showed it to him. “Merry Christmas, my love.” ~~ AN Another book from me is up, Don's Fiancée. Search for my pen name 'Castiel' so you can easily find it. Thank you for reading Ren and Devin's story. xx

Seren’s fingers tightened around the bat still in her hand. Killing him was out of the question. And paying him back? That would take a lifetime she didn’t have, endless work, endless submission, never truly free. But now, here was a way out. Right in front of her. Dean. If she married him, then maybe, just maybe, she could escape everything that terrified her. “Sorry, I think I startled you.” Dean let out a small, awkward laugh, scratching the back of his head. “But I’m serious,” he continued, his voice softer now. “I can’t stop myself from falling for you.” He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. “You probably think I’m just some playboy. I mean, everyone knows I used to date Bea

He lifted his glass, lips curling into a careless, mocking smile. “Tch, what do you think? It’s top-tier,” he said lazily. “Fair skin, soft body, and she sounds great when she cries. She can even take all positions without complaints. Why else do you think I’ve been preparing to transfer schools lately? Moving to Oxnard University makes it way more convenient to keep sleeping with her.” At last, Dean, who had remained silent, spoke. His voice was as cold and detached as ever, completely devoid of emotion, yet every word cut like a blade, carving Morgan apart inch by inch.