Dean Winchester X Reader Age Gap Novels & Stories

{He's an Alpha for sure but he doesn't have an extreme amount of power} Nox agreed. Dean sat on the bed next to me and we cuddled together, delighting in our little family. Many years later POV Willow Dean grinned at me as he held our daughters hand. She was born two years after her brother and was a Daddy's girl through and through. That's not to say, she and I didn't get along. We did and we did everything together. Her Dad was her rock though. Her hero and protector and I wouldn't want it any other way. Dean cringed at her pain and talked her through her first shift as her brother and I watched over them. Her brother looked at me with worry. He and his sister were very close. They reminde

“Right now I have failed not only as your brother but also as my mother’s son.” “Arjun, I know it sounds bad. The age gap, sure. But put all that aside and think about Dean for who you know him as. He is the exact same person when we’re together –” I saw his teeth clench and his grip tightened around the steering wheel. “Help me protect you, Artha.” I sighed. “Arjun, Dean really loves me. I love him too –” “No, Artha!” He yelled. “You’re 17 years old, you don’t know what love is!”

I glanced at the front page, but at first, I didn't see anything that seemed significant. "Why are you making me read this newsp-" I began to ask, but my words trailed off as I saw the reason for Xavier's frantic behavior. There, on the front page, was a photo of Dante with a headline that read NEW YORK MOST ELIGIBLE BACHELOR AND BUSINESS TYCOON EXPECTING FIRST CHILD WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND LISA MICHAELSON.

This meant that other than Titus, she would not be introduced to anyone close to her age. She looked at Titus one more time and thought, ‘Well, I’m already an adult. Age shouldn’t matter. Diana and Lucas have an 8 years of age gap. So what if I have a 36 years of age gap with him? If he could remain as good as he is to me now even in the future, then it wouldn’t be too bad.’ A few days later, their friendly relationship had turned romantic. All thanks to several shared drinks and a bed nearby.

“Not much to tell, I’m afraid. I just see him when I feel well enough, you know. Around the chemo and the spells of exhaustion. And it’s just sex, really.” Nigel’s dark eyes sparkled. “My favorite kind of arrangement, sweet thing. Liv speculates that Dean is as hot as hell and that the man has a body that just won’t quit. Is she right? Please tell me that she is…” She giggled. “Liv’s right.” “Oh, thank God.” He sighed. “You just enjoy that for as long as you can.” “I will. And actually, speaking of hot men – don’t you have a new boyfriend?”

Did that shit disappear in a second? Via cuts Dean off. "No, Dean, that's not sick." Via shakes her head as she stands up. "But if you want to talk about something sick, let's talk about the fact that you started your intimate relationship with Rosalie while you were an adult and she was a minor—" Dean's quick to defend himself. "Our age gap is four years, don't compare my situation to yours—" Via cuts him off again.

Dean barely smiled, rarely spoke unless he had something important to say, and carried himself like every moment mattered. And then there was the age difference. Simon was thirty two. Dean was fifty. Almost twenty years apart. It wasn't fair to compare them. I knew that. They were completely different people in completely different stages of life. But I did it anyway. And every time I did, Simon came up short. It made me realize something I hadn't wanted to admit. This was probably why I hadn't been able to date anyone long term while I was in Boston. Every guy I met, every guy who asked me out or tried to get close, I measured them against Dean. Against the way he made me feel. The way my h

Denacles growled deep in his throat and was covered in a raging blizzard for a few seconds when it cleared Dean stood there, glaring at his father with his eyes alight. "What the hell do you mean?" Frank sighed, rubbing his cheek. "Dean, you can't just disappear with your mate, she's underaged!" Dean sneered. "Do you know how many girls I've slept with since I lost my virginity at fourteen? They were all underaged." Frank's jaw clenched at that. "But so were you and now you are not and now you are a Prime-successor and must show restraint for the laws."

“Don’t make me play a guessing game, Archie! Who is she?” “Quinn.” “Quinn?” Mom echoes. “Quinn Dawson. Dean’s sister.” Mom audibly inhales. “I always liked her. Isn’t she, um, a little young?” “She’s twenty-six.” “Oh, four years isn’t bad at all. I was thinking she was much younger for some reason. Your father is three years older than me. Is Dean okay with this?” I laugh. “Not at all.” There’s more to it, but I’ll tell her that in person. “So about Bobby…”

"I was there when he had his first kiss with Hazel in the 7th grade, jeez, that was terrible. I walked in on him in a few, let's say, inappropriate moments, I might have wanted to wash my eyes with bleech after it. Or erase my memory in some kind of way. Anyway, I guess you get our bond. Dean is more special than most people know, and even if he masks the hard man, he's an unknown softie underneath. If Dean had got married one and a half years ago, I would have castrated him, just to make sure he wouldn't have any babies with that vixen he had." I can't help but hunch over in laughter.