Dean X Cas Lemon Novels & Stories

He asked me, eyeing Cas as he placed an arm around me possessively, as if the kiss wasn't enough to demonstrate I was his, even if I didn't want to be. "Hey man, I'm Cassius." Cas extended his hand to shake, but Damon just let it hang in the air. "Don't mind him. He's the jealous type." I tried not to let Cas feel too intimidated by Damon, but it seemed I didn't need to. Cas didn't look one bit scared off. "I could see that. That was some lip fu.ck. Got me all kinds of excited." He pretended to have a chill, making me laugh. Damon didn't like that much, squeezing my arm a bit too aggressively. I think Cas noticed as he stiffened in his seat a bit.

Leo the bartender, an older man with neat salt-and-pepper hair and a knack for reading moods, slid him a glass of scotch without being asked. “Found her, then?” he said, drying a tumbler. Cassian took a sip before answering. “Yeah.” Leo raised an eyebrow. “So? Is she the one?” Cassian’s mouth curved, not quite a smile. “Yes… and no.” Leo stilled. “What the hell does that mean?” Cassian leaned in, elbows on the bar, like he was finally admitting something to himself.“She’s the girl. The one who went head-to-head with Lucian the other day.”

“You’re very bad at pretending.” “We’re very good at hoping,” Casey corrected, deadly earnest. Cameron reappeared with a paper tray already half-loaded: pretzel bites, a lemonade, two small cups of mustard because people have different opinions about heat. He set it down like he’d just returned from battle with a treaty. “I thought you might be hungry.”

I hate these people for touching what is mine but I keep myself calm. “ Hello, Jackson.” the dean said. “ Hello, dean.” the one with his arm around Lexi said. “ I would like you kids to meet Mr. Lamstein. He is considering making a donation to the science department.” the dean said. Yes, I gave the schmuck a fake name. I wasn’t going to announce to Lexi who I really am. Jackson and the others just nod. Lexi holds her hand out and says “ That is very generous of you, Mr. Lamstein.”

Resting his elbow on the car door, Dean propped his head on his fist and replied to Chen in a relaxed tone, “Just bear with it for ten minutes, alright? Anyway, Damon’s the one taking him home later.” Hearing this, Leo sounded exasperated and cut in, "Dean, how could you say that?" Dean remained unfazed, responding calmly, "You’ll survive. Just ten minutes, and besides, Chen’s not the one taking you home later." At this, Leo immediately bristled. "Not Chen? Then there’s Damon! Damon’s even worse. He’ll definitely—" Suddenly, Damon’s voice interrupted him mid-rant, "I’ll definitely what?" Leo stammered, clearly flustered, “Y-you’re always so serious…” Then, as if realizing something, he blurt

LENA'S POV As I stepped out of the Dean’s office, I couldn’t help the smirk that spread across my face and for the first time in a long while, I felt proud to say who I was…not that I wasn't proud of who I am, but I had this feeling I couldn't explain. It was so satisfying that I got to put people in their place. I left Casey and his parents inside the office, Casey might probably be crying to his mommy and daddy, wel he got what he deserved, l he called me a stripper and a trash…now let's see who's the trash.

We’re the only ones that get near the Luna’s food, other than the high-ups, and they all like her too much. ‘So do the other Omegas, though,’ I said. ‘I’ve never met anyone that doesn’t like Amelia.’ ‘Oh, I don’t know about that.’ Dean looked around nervously, then dropped his mental voice to a whisper. ‘I can think of a few who’ve been quite vocal about the Alpha and Luna as of late. My Cas, for one.’

She came up to him reaching for the knife to help him. “Did you finish eating the scone?” He asked. “What- I thought you didn’t see that,” She complained as her cheeks reddened,” “Well, even if I didn’t see, the cream would have been a dead giveaway,” “What Cream?” She asked. Dean then leaned forward grabbing her chin into her hand and tilting his head upward. “This one,” He whispered as he leaned forward without hesitation, licking the side of her mouth. “Hmm… Sweet… is it Lemon flavored?” He asked as he pulled back to find Nadia’s bright red face looking back at him.

Ryan refused stubbornly, clutching on the table. "And what is the right way? Do you think she is going to surrender easily too? I think you've forgotten that she isn't Lexi, your wife. She isn't the Lexi who was madly in love with you and would endure every shit thrown at her. She's Lexi Alexandra. She will never succumb to cheap threats from you when she has all the power to bring you to your feet," Casper enunciated. He carried the cocktail on the table and took a few gulps.

“Let me know… whatever Beth needs, man, we’ll make sure she gets it. Just ask.” “Thanks, Dean.” Dean nodded. “OK… so are we gonna work out or what? If we were just going to sit around and gossip like chicks, we might as well have had a coffee morning like the ladies.” “Well,” Chris said. “Jenny did bake croissants.” There was a short, jealous pause. “Yeah?” Dallas said. “Uh-huh.” Chris shifted his balance to help Dean lift the weight down for his first rep. “Plain, chocolate and jam-filled.”