Novel & Cerita Dean Winchester X Reader Protective

I sighed tiredly "And why do you think that?" He slowly looked up to meet my eyes "Because I was always in a hurry with her and I never used protection, not even once" My eyes widened in panic and he mirrored my expression with a pained look of his own "Tell me you're joking, Dean" I mouthed lowly but he shook his head from side to side slowly "I'm not" he whispered and I sucked in a sharp breath before turning on my heel and walking out of the room My stomach was twisted uncomfortably as I walked. I knew I had heard Stacey say that they hadn't used protection earlier but something about hearing Dean confirm it made me feel queasy

It's usually one of the two. When Mr. Winchester steps out the door, Ray grabs my arm and shoves me behind my back as if to protect me from him. I look at Ray's tall back, shocked. She knows something is wrong and different about us. She has seen the lycan bite on my neck. She is possibly both confused and I can even smell the fear rolling off of her, directed at Mr. Winchester and I. But she's...trying to protect me? "You will let me talk to her," Mr. Winchester orders, but Ray doesn't move an inch.

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

the one on the right says decisively “OVER MY DEAD BODY” I growl “That can be arranged” the guardian says and I start suffocating then drop to my knees, my chest tightens as I stare at the cold eyes of the guardians, the ones that once saved me. My people start to scream and yell unable to move too begging for my life, Dean is growling viciously but that changes nothing… not until I hear her voice and I can breathe again “STOP” Alexandria screams running towards me, she is awake… no she needs to hide they will take her away

My mouth dropped when she said that and while we were talking two people come really quietly out of the packhouse towards us one of her men told her that it was the Alpha and her Beta, when they got close I see a girl with shoulder length black hair and I guy with blonde hair they get to us and introduce themselves to me and Dee, the Alpha is Sawyer Benson and the Beta is Easton Devereux they both look familiar, but I wasn’t going to ask at the moment Sawyer is half witch as well I can feel her power coming off of her Lumi and Faith are hawking trying to see if her familiar will pop our I spot a few more Familiars Faith tells Lumi those are from the Royal Coven Witches. Dee finally came over

I sat on the bed and started reading my new book that I pulled off the bookshelf when the door opened and Wyatt walked inside. " Ivy. This is rediculous. You are being childish." He says. " And you're injecting me with a serum against my will to turn me into a monster. Which makes you a sadistic prick." I say. " I swear, I don't want to hurt you." He says. " Too late for that." I say. " Well, nothing has happened to you yet. Has it?" He asked. " Maybe there are more perks to being a white wolf then I thought there was." I say.

"Hello? This is Wayne. Sian is hurt. We'll be sending him in a few minutes." It doesn't seem like they noticed me yet. But what are they doing here? They called the pink-haired guy Sian. I guess they know each other. I quietly sat behind them as Joshua continued to tend onto the wound. While Wayne ended the call, then our eyes met. He dropped his phone as our eyes met. Still speechless as he is. Wayne picked his phone back up. "What…are you doing here?" Wayne asked. Then his eyes lowered, and I thought he was looking at my chest. So I covered my chest with my arms which made him flustered. "I didn't mean that. I was looking at your necklace."

That I’d come running back to him when he’s clearly been living well while I burned in hell? Dean steps in beside me and wounds his arm around my waist. “You must be Alpha Logan.” Logan stares at his arm. His eyes narrow. Following Dean’s lead, I place my arm around his waist and smile up at him, doing my best to give him a happy one despite the mixed emotions squeezing my heart. Dean meets my gaze with a mischievous smile. The only person who knows my story and the pain I’ve been through is once again placing himself in a position to protect me.

“You need a little distraction.” I try to think about something else—anything else—so that I can manage to get home in one piece. But rainbows and puppies aren’t what come to mind. Instead, I get flashes of dancing with Arnold Brighton. His soulful eyes. His masculine scent. And his beard—oh, his glorious fucking beard. He’s my every dark and dirty fantasy come-to-life. A muscled, tatted former military man with rough hands and a soft heart that he hides behind that guarded exterior.

He hated to have his eyes off Emma and their baby, even for ten seconds. Maybe it was because of how his son had come into the world, with Emma totally panicked about giving birth away from a hospital. Maybe it was because of that knife digging into Emma’s stomach. That blade had been mere inches away from ending the lives of the two people that Dean loved the most, and that was way too fucking close for his comfort. Maybe it was because he still woke up in a sweat, remembering those few seconds of standing in that doorway, seeing Emma in that bed, so afraid and hurt. Or maybe it was just that deep-rooted primal drive to keep his loved ones safe. Right now, Dean was all alpha male crossed wi