Dean Winchester X Reader Age Gap Novels & Stories

I snorted but then my eyes flicked right back at Dean. And my small and large intestines dropped to my bladder when a blonde in formal attire joined him at the table. His face lit up when he saw her. Kissed her cheek. Pulled her chair out like a goddamn gentleman he always was. Wow... I guess he’s taken. Why wouldn’t he be? It’s been like five years. He’s a man. He has needs. He’s handsome as fuck. Oh and long as fuck, just like Michael's yummy jumbo hotdog. Of course he’s never had a dry spell. Never had an empty night.

Madeleine asks us both, but Zane speaks up for us. "The age gap love story is one that is very controversial to explore. I met Alex when she was just nineteen, and I was thirty-four. All the alarms went off, even for me. But I knew myself, and I knew my intentions with her. I trusted myself and allowed myself to be led by my heart. And I never for once regretted it, not even when the whole world was breathing down my neck for it." The audience drowns out his words with their loud cheering and applause. The very air is charged with electricity, and I can taste it on my tongue.

Before I could react, his rough lips pressed against mine. I was momentarily taken aback before I pushed him away. Dean wrapped his arms around my waist, gripping my chin with his long fingers. His dark eyes narrowed as he spoke coldly, "You brought me home for this, didn't you?" I responded softly, "No, today is our third wedding anniversary. I really do have a gift for you." Dean released me, straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, and said with mild indifference, "There's no need for a gift. Your surprises usually surprise me, but they don't particularly please me."

" Tanya darling, I am a 32-year-old widow with 4 kids. Which bachelor like Dean Hale is going to want the baggage? I complained. " Ash stop looking through the letters and listen to me in a minute, Dean has a kid Whose pregnant and lives in your house. I think he has his baggage to worry about! Go on a date with him, it's been 5 years since Alex died. You can live a little, he would want that" she muttered holding my hands. " Good morning Beautiful," Dean said coming up to the counter and interrupting our conversation. I stood there watching him, he was good-looking.

“We just started dating.” The smile drained from Franklin’s face. “You can’t be serious. Christy would never agree to that. You’re too old for her.” Winchester’s lips curved. “When it comes to love, age is just a number.” Franklin’s jaw tightened. “I need to talk to Christy,” he snapped. “And I hope this is still a joke.”

I said, narrowing my eyes over my glass, “at least I haven’t spent all these years only liking old men.” “Who says he only likes old men?” Frank cut in. “Didn’t he hook up with that college kid recently? Though I heard youwere the bottom.” “Hey!” Dean shot back. “I’m just expanding my horizons once in a while, okay? Still better than this serial blind-dater over here. Eight hundred dates and you haven’t slept with a single one. What, is your dick some priceless museum artifact?” “Don’t poke Frank’s trauma,” I said, taking a sip of whiskey and joining the roast. “You remember college, right? When he got caught having sex in the bushes with the cheer captain and ended up fighting her boyfriend

But I’m nineteen and reckless and the guy I’ve been sexting, Jake, twenty-two, met him on an app, never actually met him in person— keeps asking for more and I keep sending more because the attention fills something in me that I’m too young to name. Uncle Dean has been living in our guest room for four weeks. Mom’s stepbrother, no blood relation, which shouldn’t matter and absolutely does. He’s thirty-eight, divorced, staying with us while his apartment’s being renovated. Built like he works construction because he does— thick arms, calloused hands, a jaw that’s permanently set in an expression somewhere between irritation and assessment. He barely talks to me. When he does, it’s clipped. Pa

Williams couldn't oppress him at all. I couldn't believe it. Williams is a man in his mid-thirties, while Dean is just in his early twenties like me. How did he develop such a cold aura and how come he kept switching from one aura to the other? I couldn't help but wonder if Emilia was right about him. He already looked like a gigolo, what if he is really a con artist? “Catherine, dear?” Dean lifted my chin with his index finger, snapping me back to my senses. With an intense gaze, he asked again. “I said, who is he?” Danm.

Arabella Rivera "You taste divine." Dean Winchester moans, kissing the creamy skin of my thigh. I moan arching my back in pleasure. He continues to trail open mouth kisses along my thigh, his piercing eyes not once leaving my face. He smirks when I shiver. "Let's see how you taste here." He smirks, forcing my legs to part. My breathing was now labored, my chest rising and falling like I had just run a marathon. My fingers tangle in his hair as he brings his mouth down to my-

I looked at Dean and asked, "Mr. Dean, did your family have a good relationship with each other before Mrs. Warner fell sick?" Dean nodded vigorously. A longing look glimmered in his eyes when he said, "Everyone knew that Lydia and I used to be a loving couple before she fell ill. We were married for 50 years. Look at our wedding rings. They're made of gold. "Lydia also personally took charge of Jeremy's wedding preparations. We were so happy at the time." I looked at the ring that Dean was wearing. I could tell with a single glance that it had a vintage design. It was likely that he had worn it for a long time since there were obvious signs of wear and tear.