Dean Winchester X Reader Angst นิยาย & เรื่องราว

For mature audiences only 18+! contains an age gap, dark romance, explicit sexual content/ scenes, crime, light BDSM, gunplay, murder/violence, etc. Some situations will not be suitable for all readers. Read at your own discretion* Myla I try to put the date Deacon and I had the other night behind me, and focus on little Travis as we walk around LA looking at famous landmarks for his history project I have him doing, but it's so fücking hard.

"No injuries. You don't need to worry. I am the greatest warrior in this pack." I glared at him angrily. "I'm worried about you!" Dean stroked my cheek gently and kissed my lips. My heart melted, the anger gradually faded, and I was always weak for Dean. I love him so much that I can't keep my anger or resentment at him. I glanced at the female warriors who were sneaking glances at Dean; they gasped in surprise and rushed to run after we accidentally made eye contact. I'm grateful that Dean is fully dressed; I don't want the women to go crazy for Dean.

Dean got in, closing the door behind him and gripping my neck. His lips crashed against mine—intense, hungry. His fingers squeezed my neck, pinning me to him. I placed my hands on his chest, feeling his heart racing against it. My back is against the door, making that position very uncomfortable. I pushed his chest, moving him away enough to take a breath. "Wait," I said breathlessly, feeling my own heart pounding wildly. "What was that?" Dean looked at me intensely, his eyes shining in a deep blue, his mouth slightly open with heavy breathing. The fresh scent of forest and musk dominated the small space, making it much harder to maintain control. I pushed Dean's chest harder, but he didn't

All that could be heard was a noisy blend of Lydia, Carlton and Kendra's voice together with the murmuring and assumptions coming from the crowd of my coworkers. The anger in Dean's eyes as he looked at Connor were so intense that I feared he was going to hit him. But instead, he focused his attention on me and tried to smile when he placed his hands on my thighs and said, "Chip, love, why don't we head home and give that scald a better look?" I nodded.

Something darker? A bond that allowed Dean to heal at Jax’s expense? Footsteps approached my door. One set I recognized instantly. Dean. The other could only be Jax. I shoved the book under the bed and picked up my phone just as Dean entered. “My love,” he said, surprised. “You’re here? I thought you were at the library.” “I didn’t find anything I liked,” I lied. Jax stood behind him, completely healed. No paleness. No weakness. He’d recovered far too quickly.

Xavier*** The silence after Dean’s departure was suffocating, a void swallowing the room whole. It loomed between us, heavy and oppressive, daring us to speak, to breathe, to resist its pull. Henry’s breaths came in sharp, uneven gasps, his shoulders trembling under the crushing weight of a truth too monstrous to ignore. The flickering candlelight carved harsh shadows across his face, each flicker a glimpse into the turmoil twisting inside him—a war waged in silence, one he wasn’t sure he had the strength to win.

They are all from Alex, Christian, Daniel, a couple from my mom and Dean. The door to my room slams open. I expect to see Alex and I start to say “I am…..” “Your wake!” His rough voice is a mix of relief and anger. Dean is so large that he fills the door frame. He looks like he will have to dip his head to come into the room. At the moment though he is just standing there hesitating, he seems to be struggling with something. I get out of the bed and start to walk towards him. He seems to make up his mind because he rushes into the room and scoops me up like I weigh nothing more than a feather. He nuzzles his head into the nook of my neck. I feel myself melt into his arms. Tingles erupt over

Chapter 10 - Allister Cross POV As soon as we’re out of the room, Dean grabs his wife and hugs her. I could see she’s been crying. The way these two crowd Antonella, one would think I was the fucking devil. I just don’t get it. Not any of it. Dean’s hostility, the way Antonella is on a first name basis with her doctor. None of it makes sense to me. Why the hell was she so chumy with the man treating her?

Sam says smiling at me. "Maybe, if he ever asks me that is. I don't honestly know if he wants that or not. We haven't exactly had time to think about it with running for our lives." Staring at the floor, I almost wished that we didn't start this conversation because it reminds me that Marissa and my dad are dead because of this whole fiasco. Standing up, I decide to walk to the bedroom and find Dean laying on the bed reading something. When I sit down next to him I glance over and start to read it but he puts it away quickly. All I could see was at the bottom it says, "Love Angela."

I beg, tears filling my eyes and they begin to pour down my cheeks. "Ok, baby. I know it hurts. I will help you." Dean murmurs, wiping the tears away with his thumb. He stands from the bed, and strips in record time. His glorious body sending my body into overdrive. When Dean returns to the bed, I grab his arm, yanking him on top of me with all of my pent up wolf strength. He chuckles, with a grin on his face. "Eager are we, Miss Knight?" I raise a sarcastic eyebrow. "Would you want me any different?"