Romans & histoires Dean Winchester X Reader Protective

Tie assured Dean. I took two steps back so my back was to the wall, giving Kat the space she needed to do her thing. Gunnar kept his arm out, not because Dean was pressing forward but as a precaution. Taking his cue from me, Gunnar pushed Dean back to the wall. He was the only one who didn’t back up with Tie. That’s his prerogative, plus she’s his mate, so he’s got some level of immunity to the intensity of her magic.

One of the hunters yells. They all raise their weapons aiming at me. Bullets and arrows come flying in my direction. I’m ready to take the hit, but they begin diverting around me. I turn my head and see Merethyl standing on my back. She’s pulling from our element and using it to keep me safe. I’m seriously in love with this woman. I turn back, growling fiercely again. As the ground shakes, I reach down and grab another hunter, quickly eating him too. “So disgusting.” I hear Merethyl murmur from my back as she continues to push the bullets and arrows away from me. I have to smile at that. Even busy trying to protect me, she’s got an opinion about everything.

“What the hell…” We all stared. Tyler’s wolf, who seconds ago looked like he might rip me to shreds, was now circling the room slowly. His eyes still glowed red, his breath huffed out in heavy pants, but his movements weren’t wild anymore. They were measured. Deliberate. Guarding. “He’s protecting her,” Christian said under his breath, as if saying it too loud might undo it. “He’s actually protecting her.” My heart was hammering. “How is that even possible?”

"Pleasure and don't worry my little bodyguard you will understand it when we will do it practically instead of you just reading it..." He finished with an evil smirk and she gulped nervously ignoring the little wetness she felt between her thighs... She started reading the book again and Damian kept staring at her like she is the only interesting thing in this world. He controlled himself from pounding on her whenever she shifted uncomfortably in her place and rubbed her thighs together while reading it, he was sure that she was turned on by reading the book. But he didn't touch her, he knew that she is injured and she needs to rest.

He just stood there in the office. The city lights blinked at him like a thousand mocking eyes, like they already knew. The gala memories wouldn’t leave him, the gunshot, glass raining down, the sting in his ears. Over and over, the moment looped, carving itself deeper until it felt like his skull had been branded. Someone had tried to end him tonight. Somebody close was feeding him to the wolves. And now this text is a pointed, deliberate strike aimed straight at Damien Wolfe. The man he had let in. The man who was supposed to protect him.

For the first time, I truly see them—not just their faces, but the men beneath them. Dean is the calm at the heart of the storm, a gentle giant with a soul made for mending. He moves through the pack with quiet care, tending to those who don’t carry blades, balancing ledgers like they’re fragile lives in his hands. Cece once told me they would each challenge and heal me in different ways. Dean? He coaxes out the part of me I’ve buried the deepest—the tenderness, the instinct to protect. The maternal.

Her hands clasped Cindy’s with gentle pressure, forcing her to meet her gaze. “P-please, Cindy,” Stella said, her tone soft but layered with provocation. “I know you’re not comfortable with me being here, but… can I at least stay for a few days? I promise I won’t stay long. I just need Alex to… care for me. You know I just had a transplant, right?”

“Xavier…” “It was my choice to sign the contract with you.” His hand cupped my cheek. “It's also my choice to care about you and worry about you. I feel the need to protect you and take care of you because I want to. Not because I have to. Not because of some damn contract.” “So all you have to do is accept everything I give you. I'm not Dean. I can never be Dean.” His thumb traced my cheekbone. “So please… don't see me as one.”

I looked at each of them, my three overprotective idiots and felt a warmth spread through my chest despite the pain. “Fine,” I said, biting into the chicken wing. “But next time he comes to the door, maybe don’t act like I’m in witness protection.” Macmillan smirked. “No promises.” “Level down the possessiveness, someone who doesn’t know what’s going on behind this door would think y’all are in love with me.”

I was Kane Rivers, the legendary bachelor, the man who ruled with precision, who carried every responsibility without complaint. At first, I didn’t notice him. The ritual drew my attention: Mike’s posture, the priests’ chants, the rising tension of the pack, the fire snapping against the night. My wolf twitched beneath my skin.Then, through the corner of my vision, I caught movement. Just a human boy, leaning against the edge of the clearing, too casual. Shawn Miles. My nephew’s human best friend.