Dean Winchester X Reader Protective Novels & Stories

I sputtered an apology and stepped back into the apartment, hoping he was supposed to be there and wasn’t a very clever tabloid reporter. “Hello, Dean. Is the car ready?” Rachel asked him smoothly as she buttoned her coat and stepped around him into the hallway. He nodded. “Excellent. Dean, I would like to introduce you to Ms. Emma LaRue. Emma, this is Dean Sherman. He will be your personal security consultant while you are here in New York.” “Personal security consultant? You mean I get a bodyguard?” Dean grinned at me. He was tall and thin, but I could tell he was far stronger than he looked. His dark hair held traces of gray, but his blue eyes were bright and piercing. He held out his han

He was shirtless still. Um, hello? there’s an inner hoe inside of me that can’t be stopped please cover-up. “I need to speak to you,” I said, loud enough for them to hear as I stayed put in my place. Xander titled his head to a side as if he was waiting for me to continue. “Alone.” His eyes drifted down to my hand, where I clenched the folded map-like dear life. Dean looked at his Alpha for approval to which he nodded. He stood up from his position and made his way outside silently, his eyes not once making contact with mine in fact if I was not mistaken, I think he was doing his best not to glare my way.

(TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HARASSMENT, STRONG LANGUAGE, BLOOD,VIOLENCE ETC READERS DISCRETION ADVISED) The room was cold. It was a nice, tiny room with just a bed. I couldn’t change here, not when I felt unsafe and unfamiliar. Plus seeing the Alpha like this I felt even more anxious. He was hurt and it was my job to protect him. I failed.

started. “Then take me with you,” he said as he dropped to one knee, shocking us by stopping in front of us. “I, Vincent Andrew Ricci, hereby swear my allegiance to the protection detail of the sole remaining white wolf, Ellie Grayson. I promise to protect her with my life for the rest of my days.”

And drug both himself and JD across the slick floor. Cooper sat down on the couch and picked up the Omega-verse paperback romance novel that was on the cushion. He knew the author and had several of their books on his e-reader. Not that he would admit that. Unknown to most, he had two e-readers, the one that he read around everyone else, and the one that he read in the privacy of his small apartment. “This yours?” He asked Dean as he held up the book so she could see it. “Technically, it’s Cheryl’s. I already finished it. Is the bookmark blue or green?” Dean replied as she and JD worked on the sandwiches.

Kyle said apologetically, unable to speak among his fellow Alphas. “Honey, you told me your wounds were healing?” Devean's Luna whisper yelled at him. “It's nothing Catherine” Devean said calmly “The wound won't heal” Catherine said, a bit more frustrated this time. The Alpha's present scratched their necks awkwardly as their Luna's began searching for injuries. “Alpha Devean if you allow me, can I heal the wounds.” Seris said, as everywhere immediately became silent. Catherine hot up immediately as she went to Seris holding her hands.

I asked, trying to break the ice. He raised an eyebrow. "No, I don't need a drink. Just say what you came to say." But I persisted, walking over to the bar and pouring a glass of whiskey anyway. "Come on, Alpha. Just one drink. It might help calm us both down." I said. I was going to confess and tell him about the golden bloodline. I was going to tell him he needed me to protect him. He glared at me, but eventually relented, snatching the glass from my hand. "Fine. But this doesn't mean I'm going to listen to whatever ridiculousness you have to say."

someone needs to protect him "Absolutely not. You're not seeing anyone except your appointed counsel." "Then I want to know who provided the evidence. I have a right to face my accuser." Dean Blackwood hesitates, and I know I've hit on something important. "The witness has requested anonymity for their own protection." "Protection from what? From whom?" "From you and your associates." I almost laugh. "My associates? You mean Brett and his friends? The ones who spent yesterday beating up the same omega I allegedly killed to protect?"

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

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.”