Dean Winchester X Reader Protective Novels & Stories

The door opened, and one of the guards stepped into the room, he went close to Wiley, and whispered some inaudible words to his ears, Wiley gave him some instruction, before he turned to leave. "That is also what I think," Wiley replied. "I have a meeting with the Crystal Lake bitch; I should get going," Dean said, while Wiley sighed. Dean was almost at the door and Wiley signaled the guards, to shut the door. "What is going on?" Dean asked, looking from the guards to Wiley. Three guards advanced and grabbed Dean. "What is the meaning of this?" he barked. Without any response, they stuffed him in a chair. "Wiley, what the fuck is going on" He asked, but he instantly noticed the guards were a

That would have to be enough—for now. I didn’t see her the following day because she stayed in her bedroom the entire time. She was probably trying to avoid me after the ordeal in the middle of the night. I couldn’t blame her. My cock was an inch inside of her, and all her body could do in response was get wet. I was remembering the feel of her tight pussy around my head when Ariel walked in. “The helicopter is arranged for this evening. He’s bringing a few men along.” “That’s fine.” I never expected him to come alone. Very rarely did I go anywhere without protection.

This isn't the desperate longing of someone pursuing an impossible dream—this is the fierce protectiveness of someone who's already claimed what he loves. I remember barging into Damon's room last night looking for extra ammunition, and finding Declan balls deep inside him. What strikes me isn't the shock of it—it's the way Damon arches his back and asks Declan to go harder, to make sure everyone can see that he's been claimed. The way Declan complies without hesitation, his hips driving deeper while maintaining eye contact with me like he's making a statement, like he's saying “This one is mine and I will protect him with everything I have.”

“They came from Wayne. You can read them for yourself.” Picking up her phone, Dean went to her messages. He read each text and felt a new pressure building tight against his chest. A strong protective instinct for her came over him. Turning her phone off, he slid it back across the table to her. “What else can you tell me about this character?”

Tyler now says and I begin to laugh and he asks, “What is so funny?” “I don’t have vampires protecting me.” I tell Tyler and he quickly asks, “Then what kind of protection do you have?” I decided to have a little fun with this one and tell him, “Xavier Michaels.” A growl rumbles from his chest at the drop of Xavier’s name and I knew I had ruffled his feathers. “Lexie, you are being protected by wolves?” “Just two wolves named Derrick and Samuel. Oh, and of course Xavier and I are going out on Friday night. Did you know that wolves don’t care if you are a helpless human?” I asked him hoping I hit a nerve.

I am the Boss of the Southside, and I cannot lie in a bed while a cartel threatens the people I swore to protect. Dean hurries into the bunker right behind Seth. Dean carries a large red emergency medical kit in one hand and a portable vitals monitor in the other. He sets the heavy equipment down on the living room floor. "We will handle Vincent Rossi later," Dean announces in a steady voice. "Right now, we have a severe medical crisis to manage down here." I push the thick down comforter off my chest. I ignore the heavy ache in my bones, and I swing my bare feet over the edge of the mattress.

But Xavier couldn't protect me when school was out during the breaks, that task would fall to Eddie, but would he protect me from his own parents. "Don't worry about it kid, it's not my business what another says to their subordinates. But just so you know, if he threatens you, or hurts you, you can always tell me. I promise I'll always do my best to keep you safe." He told me, noticing the conflict in my eyes when he asked. "Oh, here's that book. 'The New England Alpha Wars and how it changed the course of Werewolf History.' The title is a little much, but it's a good read." He said as he handed me the book.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, turning to me. He grabbed my wrists and looked them over, checking for any sign of damage. A single tear rolled down my cheek. "He was gonna... he was gonna.." I couldn't get the words out. They were too horrific. Dean wrapped me up in his arms, protecting me from the world. He touched my hair softly and made a soft soothing shush noise as I broke down in tears.

Lexi “It’s nothing,” he said, though his body betrayed him. His hand tightened at his side as he fought back a sharp grunt. “I need you to stop snooping around. There are people here who plotted against Dean. What if one of them gets to you?” “How are you injured?” I asked, completely ignoring his warning. His jaw clenched as he looked at me, blue eyes hard, almost angry. “Just go to bed. Take this turn before Dean finds out you left without security. I’ll be the one to suffer for it.”

“ I can’t believe you think this isn’t a big deal, if something had happened to you.” “Get your hands off of her now.” Dean's husky voice was cold and rough with such a commanding tone that Christian instantly dropped his hands, but didn't move away from me. “ Nothing would have ever happened to her, because I would never allow something to happen. She was safer than she ever would have been with you.” “And who are you exactly?” this time it was Alex. I see her eyeing Dean up and down in appreciation of the amazing man in front of her.