Dean Winchester X Male Reader Novels & Stories

I was Kane Rivers, the legendary bachelor, the man who ruled with precision, who carried every responsibility without complaint. At first, I didn’t notice him. The ritual drew my attention: Mike’s posture, the priests’ chants, the rising tension of the pack, the fire snapping against the night. My wolf twitched beneath my skin.Then, through the corner of my vision, I caught movement. Just a human boy, leaning against the edge of the clearing, too casual. Shawn Miles. My nephew’s human best friend.

“Dean, how?” “Well, I had help.” A sudden vision of Dean storming a woman’s clothing store with his ex-battalion brothers came to her. She fought back a giggle, imagining Dallas Foreman, Chris Brooker, Jim Alden and Dean all standing around, scowling at the bewildered saleswomen and discussing the merits of various dresses and blouses for her. Like Dean, they were all huge, hulking guys with muscles and tattoos and bad-ass attitudes – though every one of them was a gentle, kind man in his heart.

“I’m not waiting for some pity confession or half-hearted apology, I don't frankly give enough shit for that " He opened his mouth, but I held up a hand and took a breath “I just want to make something clear, Dean. I'm not some high-school teen waiting for a text back. We work together. That’s it. I don’t mix business with whatever that was.” I took a step back, head high. “I don’t chase men.” His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something, but no words came. speechless. that's a first “So if this is how you want to play it cold and professional don't worry sweetheart two can definitely play that game"

Fuck I hope this didn’t ruin anything between me and Tom. We both ordered a glass of whiskey, downing it immediately before ordering another one. ““So!!!!! I drawled out, glancing at Tom.”” ““It’s fine Deane, "he said.”” Undercover and the shit that comes with it he whispers, grinning as he drinks his whiskey. I exhaled, happy that he wasn’t angry. ““Why didn’t you tell me Zachary was here, I asked him.”” ““I didn’t want you to be distracted, but obviously that didn’t work out too well right?””

"Bold of you to assume that I give a shit about your feelings. I was merely trying to point something out. You do whatever the fuck you want. I do whatever I want. I don't stop you. You don't stop me. You stay the hell away from me and whoever I choose to fuck is my own freaking choice. You want to hurt Gary to stroke your stupid ego? Go right ahead, I won't stop you. Get ready to murder the entire city of New York because I do not plan on staying celibate for your pathetic ass." He regards me for a moment, then a slow, half-smile curves his lips. "That's what it's all about, isn't it?" Mr. Winchester tilts his head back and chuckles deeply. "I must say, Ms. Sullivan, you've managed to crawl

Dean threatened. "Do you know how I felt when I saw you touching her body like it's your right? When she touched your body I felt like strangling you at that moment and I am glad you haven't broken her hymen yet because that will be my job and not yours. It's a pity you want to make her immortal like you, I can do that for her in a snap of my finger Dean. I owned her. She rightfully belongs to me. She is my property. MY PROPERTY."

Easy for her to say- she wasn’t the one about to pledge her life to a man who treated her like a prized trophy. Dean stands across from me, tall and imposing in his ceremonial robes, his golden hair standing out among other males near him. To the pack, he was perfection-strong, decisive, a born leader. To me, he was just a proud son of a bitch who wanted nothing more than to put his golden-haired babies in me. His eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of something-pride, maybe, or possession. Not love. Never love. I forced a smile, but it felt like baring fangs.

It's a world suicide and the elites act as Therapists. "Well, he could become better. You know he just wanted to impress you right?" I spoke nonchalantly, as though this was the most disinteresting topic in the universe. Truthfully, I was slightly interested in what Dean could do, he seems unique. Unique in the sense that I couldn't get a read on him, no matter how much I tried. I even evolved to the point where I could read the power level of the Guardians, but Dean's was unreadable. It's either he's too powerful, or too weak to count on the power scale. I'd watch to see which, seems intriguing anyways.

Aria’s POV: “Nowhere important.” “Mmm.” She popped a bite of banana into her mouth. “You’re going to explode one day, Aria. You know that, right?” I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Not when the thought of seeing *him* again made my stomach twist. Dean Wolfe’s office was less “administrator” and more “CEO who moonlights as a villain.” Dark oak bookshelves, leather chairs, and a glass decanter of something expensive on the corner of his desk. I stood outside for almost two minutes before knocking.

The invasion forced a scream from her throat that bounced off the acoustic ceiling tiles. "Tight," he grunted. "Christ, she's strangling my cock." His hips slammed forward. The full length of him seated inside her ass, and Haylie's vision whited out the way it had that first night with Marcus. Some things never changed. The body always remembered how to surrender. "Fuck her mouth," Jack commanded. "Someone." Dean Pearson was already there, trousers open, cock bobbing at her lips. Sixty-two years old and leaking at the tip like a teenager. "Open, Haylie. I've wanted to watch those scholarly lips wrap around my prick since you got hired."