Novel & Cerita Dean Winchester X Reader Angst

I knew he felt it too, it was all in his eyes. "Ren, there you are," our hands slowly released from one another. Dean walked away and Vivienne walked into the aisle. "Did I interrupt something?" she looked back at an exiting Dean. I shook my head. "No, thank you for coming by the way," my eyes were focused on Dean who was swiftly packing up his belongings and leaving the Library. "It's not a problem. Oh, what do you have here?" She grabbed the book I was holding out of my hand. "How to Stay Sane in a World that isn't?" Vivienne read the book title out loud. "Ugh, this is an awful book," she handed the book back to me as if to rid herself of it.

We gave him his order as nodded his head and left. Lucky it wasn't like last time where I did understand anything. "Excuse me." I excused myself to go to washroom. Xavier's POV I watched as she walked to the washroom. "You like her? Don't you?" Dean asked me. I was shocked when he asked me. "What?" I-I" I stuttered. Since when did I stutter. He chuckled. "Its ok. I like you. You seem like a good guy." he said taking a sip of water. Is it so obvious. Like first it was Andrew, then my mum, and now him.

Dean asks with wide eyes. “I did, I fucking felt it too. I don’t feel the tingles anymore when we touch. Her scent doesn’t drive me as crazy as it used to be, but everything else is the same … I’m anxious when she is not around and I miss her as soon as she leaves, she drives me mad with her stubbornness and her sailor mouth. Don’t even get me started on that, but I’m still as crazy about her as the day I first saw her. She is different, like no one I ever met” I finish and I know I have the goofiest smile on my face. “Well, that complicates things, what are you going to do about Izzy? And how are we going to explain that a mere human kicked the asses of 10 werewolves?” Dean says and just li

Dean watched me quietly and I sighed before turning to him "I don't know what happened in there, okay? My wolf has been on edge for three days now so there was no way I could stop myself in there" He assessed me with squinted eyes "How else have you been feeling?" I shrugged "I keep having these annoying headaches, I've been irritated and I'm anxious. Like really anxious" Dean's eyes widened as his lips parted "What?" I frowned at him "Do you remember the male Wesley and I were talking about a day ago?" he rushed out and my frown deepened "The one who found his mate at the bonfire?" I parried He nodded sharply "Yes, a few hours before the bonfire I was with him and he just kept pacing back a

Dean exclaims, his voice laden with exasperation. Kaitlyn, taken aback by his outburst, stammers, "Dean, I just need time to process everything. It's not about our child; it's about us." His anger simmering, Dean retorts, "Time won't change the fact that we're connected through this child. You can't keep shutting me out." As the tension in the room escalates, Kaitlyn feels a mixture of guilt and fear. The click of the door lock echoes through the room as Dean, with determined steps, approaches Kaitlyn. Her visible trembling doesn't escape his notice, prompting him to rein in his emotions and choose his words more carefully.

“Enough! This is not the time or place for your macho shit. A little girl almost died.” Dean punched the wall before storming off in the same direction as his fiancée. Roman exhaled sharply and walked away, disappearing down the hallway. I hesitated, then followed. I found him near the vending machines, hands braced against the wall, head bowed. “You didn’t have to say that,” I said softly. “To Dean.” He didn’t turn around. “You think I care?” “I think you’re angry.” “I am angry,” he growled, then finally turned to face me. “I told you this was a bad idea. All of it. Coming here. Staying with your family. Pretending we’re… this.” He gestured to the both of us, one hand on his hip.

As I walked with him towards his carriage, I couldn't help but turn back to look at the figure of Damon who was being helped to his feet by some members of his pack, I hoped and prayed that he was okay and would be able to live the rest of his life without me. Getting into the carriage, I sat opposite Dean with him staring at me with a satisfying smile on his face. “I am really glad I got to keep you”. He said. “Me too my love”. I replied with a smile of my own. “If that is the case, why was there a frown on your face”? Dean asked. My heart skipped as he said that and I tried my best to get my breathing under control. “I was feeling anxious watching you and Damon fight and I have been Trent

Lucifer asserted, tucking his hands inside his sweatpants and stomped towards the door. "Thank you so much! Really!" She appreciated. But he ignored her and shuts the door behind him. Angela sat there without letting go of her rusty smile. 'Is he a tsundere?' Angela wondered. She tossed those thoughts away and opened messenger on her phone, and texted her bestie, Bethany Addams. [Hey Beth! You there?"] [No! I am dead! Hmph!] [I am so sorry girl! I was on low bat TT TT]

I screamed, and something seemed to soften in Dean’s eyes. “You love him.” It was not a question, “You never struck me as the love type.” He sounded exasperated, his eyes running down my body. “I thought you were a practical woman given your business success, but I guess you are a woman after all.” “None of this is going to make me stay with you, Dean.” I spat out, “Give it up.” “Colt has murdered over thirty people so far, and it all started with our half brother Stefan.”

The question cracked something in me. “I don’t know,” I whispered. “Part of me still aches when I look at Reid. Even when I want to hate him. Even after everything. It’s like this… deep ache I can’t shake. Like no matter how far I run, some part of me still wants to look back.” “But?” “But then there’s Dean. And he’s—he’s what I always told myself I wanted. Safe. Steady. Present. He didn’t disappear. He didn’t make me feel disposable. He never raised his voice or made me feel like love had to hurt to be real.”