Dean Winchester X Reader Angst Novels & Stories

he said taking out my books "But Dean--" "No buts miss Melissa Luo, you are not dealing with your future husband now but your tutor. Those math questions won't answer themselves young lady," he strictly said and I lowered my head. "Yes sir," I mumbled taking the book from him. _______________ hi everyone, what do you think about this chapter? is Dean spoiling Melissa by giving her everything she asks for? please do leave your thoughts in the comments! lots of love Faiyth

If anything, she kept acting more and more nice, as if she was trying to kill me with her kindness. And I did feel like I was going to die somehow. Decker was… barely talking to her. He spent his time working but there were times they’d talk. And I couldn’t stand and listen even if all I wanted was to sit on his lap and ride the hell out of him till I wrote my name on his dick. His dick… Fuck, how long has it been since I even had any action? If I could— “Hey—” I spun around, my bat instantly aimed at the person’s neck. Chrissy moved back, her eyes flaring as she stared at it then back at me.

I feel Dean pull me to his lap and his big warm hands rubbing my pain away. "he didn't mean it angel it was a lot to take in he feels bad getting nasty with you",Dean kisses my neck as he says this. "he was mad I called her a whore Dean he asked me to stop...stop what saying the bitch you all loved was nothing but a fucking whore that fucks family ",his eyes widen as I look at him. Yes nice Alexis was gone and if I had to I would play dirty. I plan to keep my men but only if they really want to stay.

“Are you truly angry with me about that? Is that the only reason why you recklessly went to see Eric? Because of the Alpha title thing?” He spun around violently, tears instantly streaming down his face, his voice breaking completely. “I absolutely don’t care at all about you being Alpha!” he shouted, his hands trembling severely. “I seriously don’t care about that power or Enzo or any of this ridiculous nonsense! I just purely wanted you, Dean. I desperately wanted you to actually be with me, not constantly running after some silly title you don’t even need! Why truly couldn’t you just simply stay right here with me and give me attention?”

"I know that, Deacon, and I do know that you wouldn't act like that. So the process of elimination tells us that either you don't care for how she doesn't agree with you all the time, or . . . you have a thing for her." "Okay, that's it." I stood up. "I'm calling for that psych consult after all, because apparently you're having delusions." Angela fell back onto her pillows, clutching her middle and howling with laughter. "Deacon, you're blushing. Oh, my God, I cannot even stand this. It's like being in the middle of a soap opera. One of the ones set in a hospital, of course. Or maybe Grey's Anatomy."

And as Dean met my gaze with sincerity and honesty, he began to speak, his words a balm to my troubled soul. "The woman you saw with me, Chloe, she's my sister," Dean explained, his voice tinged with a hint of fondness and exasperation. "She's incredibly protective of me, always looking out for my best interests." As the realization dawned upon me, a sense of understanding washed over me, a connection forged through shared experiences and familial bonds. Memories of my twin brother Christian, his unwavering protectiveness and fierce loyalty, flooded my mind, creating a bridge of empathy between Dean and me.

"Xander died. He got shot last year but I swear man- I fucking swear I don't know where the other two are" "Hmm. I'll find out. Maybe even send them a picture of you. Taunt them for a while. Watch their every move. Look at their histories, hack into their computers, encrypt things on there and make them squirm a little." I tell him but then see the tears in his pathetic eyes. "What are you crying for Dean?" I ask with my hand placed on his shoulder. "It fucking hurts man" "It hurts." I mimic. "Good stuff. Did my girl cry while you beat her that night in college? Or even today? Did she scream for you to stop, did she beg like you're begging me?"

Dean's jaw tensed as he saw the male hold her for simply a second longer than essential. He didn't understand why it troubled him a lot. The guy didn't seem dangerous or rude. The method he touched Christina and how she smiled at him made Dean's chest feel tight. ‘This isn't part of the job,’ he advised himself. ‘Why does it feel so annoying?’ Dean may not remain still, so he strolled towards them. He stood straight and attempted to look calm, no matter the reality that his heart was pounding. The high man turned and found Dean coming.

"I hate your guts, Vin Winchester." "Sure I know," I manage a smirk between our lips as I got rid of my belt and pants. "But I also know you always love me inside you," I added as I lifted her red mini gown up her waist and instantly saw the clear lust dance in her eyes, confirming my words. "Fair enough," I said before capturing her lips with mine and at the same time entering her with one fast and sharp thrust, making her moan out my name against my lips. XENIA'S POV

But honestly, if I hadn't fallen so hard for him and would be also worrying, I don't know if I would have put up with this. This is toxic, and I should run. But there's just something deep down inside me that feels there's a reason to all of this, if only I could figure it out. As mostly lately, Dean doesn't come home until midnight, and he reeks of whiskey. "Drunk again?" "Bitchy again?" He taunts, while stumbling through the apartment. Even if I waited on the couch for him, I'm not in for this right now. I'm so sick and tired of these fights and brush past him without a kiss or anything.