Dean Winchester X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

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.

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

As I made my way to where my car was parked, I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling in my chest over what was pretty much my first fight with Kendra. While I didn't feel bad for telling her how I genuinely felt about how she behaved towards me, I did feel bad for the tone which I said it in and the situation altogether. My pace gradually became slower when I saw Dean leaning on the bonnet of the car, his right leg bouncing continuously against the floor. It was in moments like that that I remembered that Dean actually suffered from anxiety. Immediately he saw me, his posture straightened. As soon as I got to where he stood, I leaned on the bonnet of the car too.

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.

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

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."

Now I don't know how to tell her I'd be going, I dread the day I would have to. I take a look at Diana, curled up in my bed, under the sheets, and I smile. At least, we had beautiful times. “I'm sorry D, I'm sorry Mike.” I whisper silently to myself. I go back to the living room,and I rewind Grey's Anatomy in hopes to actually watch it this time, but I fall asleep twenty minutes into the episode.

Aeden said suggestively. As they headed off to the bedroom Dean started to feel a weird poking in his head. So, he thought to himself, hoping that if it was Kar he would get the message, “Go away”. It seemed to work because the sensation went away before he walked into the bedroom and saw his wife waiting for him. “Well, I guess Dean and Aeden needed some alone time. Good for them. I wish Lex would talk to me again.” Kar thought to himself. I wonder how Dean knew I was there. I guess I’ll just ask him the next time we talk.

I lingered in the silence for a few minutes, staring at the dent his body had left in the mattress. When I finally stood, my legs felt unsteady, the friction of my inner thighs reminding me once again of his intensity. The smell of coffee and toasts led me to the kitchen. Jaxon stood by the stove, his back to me, shirtless. The muscles of his shoulders rippled with every movement, the sunlight catching the faint scars on his back. I didn't speak. I slid into a chair at the small breakfast table, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. The silence was suffocating, filled only by the sizzle of bacon in the pan.

“Shane…” This time he doesn’t interrupt me, doesn’t distract me. He just waits. If I was stronger, I’d tell him about the complicated feelings in my chest, the ones that signal that this is anything but a simple revenge fuck. I’m not strong though. I’m a coward. I nudge him back a step and slide down to my knees in front of him. Something akin to disappointment flickers over his face before he runs his fingers through my hair and shifts it to wrap around his left fist. He wraps his other hand around his cock and taps it to my bottom lip. “Open.”