Novel & Cerita Dean Winchester X Reader Angst

He stood immediately from the couch, his eyes scanning my face like he was reading a book written in a language only he understood. “What's wrong?” I opened my mouth to answer, but no words came. My throat felt tight. My chest felt tight. Everything felt too tight. Then I heard movement behind me. Dean walked out of the hallway, adjusting his jacket collar like nothing had happened between us. Like he hadn't just tried to tear me apart with his words. Xavier's gaze shifted past me and landed on his brother. “What did you do to her?” Xavier's voice was low, controlled. The kind of calm that came right before an explosion. “What the fuck did you do?”

I yell angrily, taking out my fury on poor Betty. "Alyson, you're getting way too obsessed with this guy. He doesn't have feelings for you anymore so why don’t you just let it go"? She states worriedly and although I knew she was right, I wasn't going to allow it. "Listen sweetie, I hate to loose and you know it. Besides, Dean was mine first and I don't plan on letting go of something that originally belongs to me." I snap back harshly, recalling the many times I'd seen Dean and Sasha together looking all happy and in love.

The old Tim would have been angry that people were showing him that kind of emotions, but right now, he could use the pity, if that would help the woman of his dreams, and if that would also help him stop feeling as if something was in his chest, making it even harder to breathe. “Hey, Dean.” He said, looking at him from over his shoulder. “Are you good?” he asked him, after all, he was also affected by all of these. She was his sister as well as she was his fiancé and he would have felt so distraught if he was in his shoes. He watched Dean nod his head with a small smile accompanying it, even though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Cara and Dean's parents entered the room and walked to one

“I’m still shivering.” “It’s from adrenaline and nerves.” Archer steps in, wrapping her in a tight embrace. Wes disappears up the stairs, needing to see Jackson for himself. “Well, now you’ve met Daisy,” Dean says, pulling out a bar stool. He sits, letting out a heavy sigh. “She’s lovely, isn’t she?” “She seems great.” I force a smile, feeling myself slipping back into the shadow of Old Scarlet. It feels weird, though familiar, and I don’t like it. I wasn’t a happy person before I met Weston. I barely got by, and I don’t just mean with money.

I cry just wanting Dominic to see how deranged Dean can be, it’s as though he gets off making people feel terrified, as though it’s his favourite pass time. “I thought you would have understood Angel, but I guess you have yet to spend enough time with me when my emotions are deadly and high… if this Dean wishes to go to war, I will unleash a battle he would never begin to fathom even in his deadliest nightmares.” Dominic growls in response, his head low with his eyes dark and those sharp teeth which will need to be imbedded into my skin out for the world to see. As I watched him walk closer to me, it was truly as though this dark and deadly black shadow had been casted over him, a cloud so l

I can feel his cock twitching as he comes, and the sounds he’s making are so fucking sexy that I'm sure I'm going to come again. Dean pulls me close to him. I can feel his cock still twitching inside of me. He's still kissing me, and I can barely catch my breath, but I'm so aware of Dean body and his cock still pulsing inside of me. I don't know what all this means, but I know that I don't want it to end. I want to be just like this forever.

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.

I gave him a smile but his face was the same, being mad at me but he wasn't looking dangerous at all. "What did I tell you ?" He said and I could say he was really mad at me but he spoke in a calm way. "I lost the way. I couldn't remember where my room was." I explained and he didn't seem happy or mad nothing his expression was blank. He just went out of the room. Now, what did I do to make him mad? Ugh, these men are so unpredictable. I stood there, waiting for Dean to come out and he came out in no time. He was wearing a black suit. He was looking handsome enough to make any girl fall for him right now. He walked towards me.

Enough to satisfy him for now. But as I spread my thighs and angled the camera, I knew it was a lie. The thrill of his threat mixed with Aunt Dolores’s warning created a storm I could not escape. My scar glowed brighter beneath the habit, pulsing in time with my racing heart. Why did this scar always glow whenever I wanted to satisfy Jax? Why? I hit record, voice already breaking on a soft moan as my fingers found my slick folds. “Please…” I whispered toward the lens, knowing Jax would watch every second.

There was no sign of Alexander around. “Where is he?” I spoke between gritted teeth. Heat overpowered my body as I felt my ears flaming. “He left town for a couple of days.” If I thought Xander was a complicated man when it comes to reading his emotion, I was wrong. Dean was a whole new damn level. My brows raised in surprise, and my lips parted. Left town? He took the file in his hand and took long strides toward me, more like toward the door. His eyes never meeting mine, as if I was barely seen or acknowledged by him.