Dean Winchester X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

It was a game Sam couldn't win. Dean didn't care when Sam dropped by and announced his wedding with Nat three months after he and Dean start dating. It's like angels and his parents don't want to loose one more son after loosing Win with Adom. He nodded at the young man's word and said congratulation to him, earning a weird expression from the angel. He never declared his liking to Sam, and the angel was confused if Dean wanted him or not. He wanted to be sure that Sam reciprocated his unspeakable desire.

It was a game Sam couldn't win. Dean didn't care when Sam dropped by and announced his wedding with Nat three months after he and Dean start dating. It's like angels and his parents don't want to loose one more son after loosing Win with Adom. He nodded at the young man's word and said congratulation to him, earning a weird expression from the angel. He never declared his liking to Sam, and the angel was confused if Dean wanted him or not. He wanted to be sure that Sam reciprocated his unspeakable desire.

I say chuckling " Do you ever shut up. Don't flatter yourself, you came here to read ,so go do that and stop sniffing into others business" he says rudely. it shouldn't have hurt me but damn that stings. Dean and I grew fond of each other during the time back in New York. I whisper a small 'sorry' before walking to the library. I chose a novel by Creesey1234,'Chasing dreams'

He'd hoped for a fulfilling physical relationship and was rewarded beyond his expectations. Lately, Dean seems to be grappling with emotions that extend beyond the physical aspects of our relationship, causing him internal turmoil. He wrestles with maintaining his vow to love only Eliza, convinced that this commitment is unchangeable. He had shared this solemn promise with those closest to him, myself included. He vowed never to love another. Yet, despite his resolve, his heart seems to chart its own course, disregarding his mind's instructions.

His chest glistened. He didn’t smile. “Close the door,” Dean said. River obeyed. He hated how fast he obeyed. The silence stretched. Dean let his gaze drag down River’s bare chest, his towel, the flush creeping up his throat. “You think I didn’t hear what you said?” Dean asked calmly. “That I’m a failed soldier playing trainer for rich little brats?” River’s stomach twisted. “I didn’t—” Dean stood. River’s breath caught. Dean towered over him. Every muscle under his skin seemed made for punishment. His voice was soft, but it filled the room like heat.

"Maybe. Are they pretty?" "Most likely. Aiden probably fell in love with her while he was working over there. Maybe she’s an interpreter," he murmurs, and yes, that makes sense. Dean gets out of the pool and sits beside me, splashing me with water, "Man, this sucks for me. Mom and dad are super in love, Aiden has his Taiwanese girlfriend, you have your Lannister Hottie. And what do I have? A black eye and one less watch. I’m going to die alone.” "Of course not, Dean, you’re amazing... and hey, Damon is all alone too, he’s definitely going to die alone," I say, trying to console him. "Does that make you feel better?"

“About the girl. Lucy. Don’t waste your breath denying it.” Barry’s eyes hardened, his stare turning lethal. “Care makes you weak.” Dean didn’t look away. “Maybe. Or maybe it just makes you angry enough to end anyone dumb enough to touch what’s yours.” The air between them thickened, tense but steady, like the quiet before a storm. Then Barry leaned back again, his face unreadable. “Drink your scotch, Dean.” Dean smirked faintly, lifting his glass. “Already am.” He took another slow sip, his eyes never leaving Barry’s.

Then she started to throw up again. When she finally fell into a restless sleep, Dean went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. He got the feeling it was going to be a long night. As he stood and drank it, he thought about Liv, Kat and Jenny, and shook his head as he realized that they had been through this over and over again with Emma. His admiration and affection for them went up another few notches: they were great women, great friends. He heard a knock at the door and went to answer. Dallas stood there, looking worried.

A flicker of conflict passed through Dean’s eyes, and after a long pause, he asked in a soft, trembling voice, "Did you find the answer?" Shawn met Dean’s gaze; his eyes unwavering as he nodded firmly. “I did,” he said, his voice steady yet trembling with emotion. He took a deep breath before continuing, his words resolute but laced with vulnerability. “I realized... I’ve fallen in love with you. Deeper, crazier than I ever thought possible. Even more than when I thought I loved your sister. And then I started to feel terrified—terrified of the thought that one day, you might choose Damon Greyson or Chen Dankworth. What would I do then? Should I throw everything aside and take you back, no m

Angelina breathed out a sigh of relief and stared at dean expectantly. Dean swallowed again and looked around before moving his gaze back to her. “This is going to sound crazy, and you might even hate me after this, but I think you need to know. I need to tell you. It’s driving me fucking insane keeping it inside for so long,” he started. “Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s going to be okay,” angelina replied, trying to make him as comfortable as she could. When dean started talking, she didn’t have to force her attention anymore. He had her full attention. Her breath hitched as he continued his story. Her heart ached with each word, and tears slid down her cheeks.