[CL] Jealous!Dean
[hitchhiker_girl is mine and free to be used and abused as I see fit. Set in Livin’ on a Prayer. Follows THIS.]
“Is that pie?”
Dean had been looking for Anna for the past twenty minutes. When he returned to the hospital floor to find that she had already come back from Randall’s room and disappeared, he’d gotten a little worried. He managed to track her down to the cafeteria, and he was had been about to read her the riot act, but was distracted by the small piece of apple pie set on the table in front of her. Anna looked up at him innocently.
“I didn’t know there was pie!”
She winced. “I think this was the last one.”
Dean huffed out a sigh as he sat down across from her. “Man.”
Anna chuckled slightly, before taking another bite. “Sorry.”
Dean just grumbled slightly, resting his chin in his hand as he looked over at her. “So-this Randall guy? Boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” she sighed softly. “I was gonna bring him ‘round eventually, I just-”
“Hey,” Dean cut her off, holding up his hand to cut her off. “Not like you’re my daughter.”
Her head dropped a bit, hair falling in front of her face. “Yeah, I know.”
Dean watched her for a minute, before tilting his head to the side slightly and reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. “He’s okay, Anna.”
“I know,” she said, her head coming up as she brushed her hair out of her face with her free hand. “I know, I just-it so easily could have been the other way around.”
“But it wasn’t,” Dean said with a shrug. “He’s fine, the kid’s fine-it’s all good.” He watched her again for a moment, before pulling his hand back. “Way I see it? God’s a douchebag. So you gotta take the small favors He gives ya.”
Anna smirked. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
Dean nodded, resting his chin on his hand again, watching her as she worked on the pie. He wasn’t even intentionally watching the pie. Not really. He was just watching her and trying to figure out what was going on in her head. That may or may not be the case, but that was his story and he was sticking to it. She was quiet for a long time, before she finally looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, before sighing slightly.
“Do you want the rest of my pie, Dean?” Dean straightened a bit and flashed her a wide, little boy grin, and she just shook her head as she pushed it over to him. “You’re such a little kid sometimes.”
“Hey, pity me,” he teased as he took a bite, closing her eyes with a happy sigh. “I had a rough childhood.”
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“Is that pie?”
Dean had been looking for Anna for the past twenty minutes. When he returned to the hospital floor to find that she had already come back from Randall’s room and disappeared, he’d gotten a little worried. He managed to track her down to the cafeteria, and he was had been about to read her the riot act, but was distracted by the small piece of apple pie set on the table in front of her. Anna looked up at him innocently.
“I didn’t know there was pie!”
She winced. “I think this was the last one.”
Dean huffed out a sigh as he sat down across from her. “Man.”
Anna chuckled slightly, before taking another bite. “Sorry.”
Dean just grumbled slightly, resting his chin in his hand as he looked over at her. “So-this Randall guy? Boyfriend?”
“Yeah,” she sighed softly. “I was gonna bring him ‘round eventually, I just-”
“Hey,” Dean cut her off, holding up his hand to cut her off. “Not like you’re my daughter.”
Her head dropped a bit, hair falling in front of her face. “Yeah, I know.”
Dean watched her for a minute, before tilting his head to the side slightly and reaching over to give her hand a squeeze. “He’s okay, Anna.”
“I know,” she said, her head coming up as she brushed her hair out of her face with her free hand. “I know, I just-it so easily could have been the other way around.”
“But it wasn’t,” Dean said with a shrug. “He’s fine, the kid’s fine-it’s all good.” He watched her again for a moment, before pulling his hand back. “Way I see it? God’s a douchebag. So you gotta take the small favors He gives ya.”
Anna smirked. “Yeah, that makes sense.”
Dean nodded, resting his chin on his hand again, watching her as she worked on the pie. He wasn’t even intentionally watching the pie. Not really. He was just watching her and trying to figure out what was going on in her head. That may or may not be the case, but that was his story and he was sticking to it. She was quiet for a long time, before she finally looked up at him and raised an eyebrow, before sighing slightly.
“Do you want the rest of my pie, Dean?” Dean straightened a bit and flashed her a wide, little boy grin, and she just shook her head as she pushed it over to him. “You’re such a little kid sometimes.”
“Hey, pity me,” he teased as he took a bite, closing her eyes with a happy sigh. “I had a rough childhood.”
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