Novel & Cerita Dean Winchester X Male Reader

It turns out, Dean has two brothers, Drake and Devyn. Drake, the eldest, is a general and the head of an elite army unit called " WeLoBe". He's currently on a mission and will return in a week. He's 25 years old, single, and he spent most of his time doing missions or training soldiers.

Dean's jaw tensed as he saw the male hold her for simply a second longer than essential. He didn't understand why it troubled him a lot. The guy didn't seem dangerous or rude. The method he touched Christina and how she smiled at him made Dean's chest feel tight. ‘This isn't part of the job,’ he advised himself. ‘Why does it feel so annoying?’ Dean may not remain still, so he strolled towards them. He stood straight and attempted to look calm, no matter the reality that his heart was pounding. The high man turned and found Dean coming.

His chest glistened. He didn’t smile. “Close the door,” Dean said. River obeyed. He hated how fast he obeyed. The silence stretched. Dean let his gaze drag down River’s bare chest, his towel, the flush creeping up his throat. “You think I didn’t hear what you said?” Dean asked calmly. “That I’m a failed soldier playing trainer for rich little brats?” River’s stomach twisted. “I didn’t—” Dean stood. River’s breath caught. Dean towered over him. Every muscle under his skin seemed made for punishment. His voice was soft, but it filled the room like heat.

He handed me the glass and two pills. I thanked him and gulped it down. "Wait here," He instructed. "I won't take more than fifteen minutes, promise." I nodded as I curled up on his couch like a ball. Then I remembered something really disturbing; Dean kissed and probably screwed that redhead on this very couch. And probably a lot of other girls. Ew. It wasn't long before Dean came out of his kitchen with a bowl of mouth watering chicken soup. "Family recipe. Hope you'd like it." He said as he sat beside me.