Dean Winchester X Reader Age Gap Novels & Stories

When he had to break the news to her that the actor who portrayed the love of her young life, he thought she was going to go to California and dig the poor man up. “I know. You had a plan to get rid of his wife and marry him.” “It would’ve worked too, if it wasn’t for you rascally kids.” Cheryl interjected and they all laughed. “It didn’t matter since the character was already dead. Stupid writers.” Dean pouted with a small smirk on her face. “And how does that make you feel?” Bunny asked in her doctor’s voice. The room erupted in laughter and Dean tossed a small throw pillow at her. “Sad. I even had our wedding all planned out. But what makes it worse, my mother never once told me he’s too

I ask, suddenly curious. Zane was the first to answer in a joking tone. “I’m twenty-three my love, the age all my dreams came true.” A blush rose on my cheeks at his humorous teasing, my heart darling with affection; his meaning that he met me so his dream came true. “Enough sappy stuff or I’ll puke.” Alexander laughed, a rough sound that ignited my insides with happiness. “I’m twenty-seven.” Next was Dean his voice pleasant and smooth. “I’m twenty-six.”

He looked up at me with wide eyes before letting out a harsh scoff "I haven't found my mate. Why would you think that I have?" I cocked my head to the side with a small frown "Who else would give you a hickey though?" He chuckled wryly "This is the 21st century, Greyson. There are a lot of people besides my mate who could give me hickeys" My frown deepened "What? Dean, what the hell are you saying? Are you seriously sleeping with someone who isn't your mate?"

“Relax, Mom. College doesn’t start for another couple of weeks. I have nothing at all to do today, so I can easily run it over there. Let me throw on some clothes and then I’ll do it.” I race back up the stairs before she can argue. I’ll take any excuse to go to my dad’s work, especially if it means I’ll get to set my eyes on his unbelievably sexy boss. I’ve had it bad for Mr. Harding for as long as I can remember. He may be more than twice my age, but the man looks like a god, and he’s starred in every single sexual fantasy I’ve ever had. He’s also the reason I’m still a damn virgin at nineteen.

“Alyson.” “Alyson?” Mom echoes. “Alyson Langford. 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 Tony…” “Right. Tell me what happened.”

“My name is Whitney.” Ethan smiles once again. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Whitney.” My thoughts go back to earlier and the girl that he had come here with. “Aren’t you here with your girlfriend? Shouldn’t you be getting back to her?” Ethan chuckles, “I don’t do girlfriends.” “Ahh, yeah. That’s right. You only fuck girls and move on to the next the next day. I’ve heard all about you.”

"You heard me. Why on earth would you think he would stoop so low to the extent of taking a worthless thing like you to bed? Dean has standards, and you do not meet any of them, okay? So get rid of that rubbish and move on with your fucking life." "No... no no." This isn't happening. Alice, you are in one of your nightmares again; you need to wake up. "Dean... wouldn't say that." "But he did. Tragically, you need to go find whoever is responsible for that thing inside of you." It felt like the blood pumping to my heart just stopped, and my vision was becoming blurry. I couldn't breathe properly; it felt like the world was coming down on me. Dean was a lot of things, but I never expected him

He was 32 and I was 25. I thought that definitely, there was going to be a lot of disrespect going around, but never for once had Devin crossed me. People around us always thought we were agemates due to how well we related with each other, not knowing there was an age gap. A seven-year age gap. I was forever grateful for him.

I said with affection glistering in my eyes . " Oh...it feels amazing being in love ..when you are so young isn't it " Mr . Dean said and I chuckled a little . Mr. Dean was an elderly man nearly in his 60s . His salt pepper coloured hairs depicts his experience in this field . " indeed sir " I mouthed remembering the particular person who keeps me happy these days . I shook his hand as a professional gesture for signing a new contract . My people accompany him for his departure. I sighed sitting on the chair .