thinkin about you
੭꣒ ˖ ❛ dean di laurentis
pairing: dean di laurentis x reader, background dennis whittaker x reader
summary: your relationship with dean is casual, per his request. yet when you run into a blonde cowboy turned doctor from your past—dean loathes to think of you with someone else.
word count: 2k
tags: jealous!dean, bsf!garrett, implied that reader and dennis had a crush on one another back in nebraska, cocky!dean, garrett is fed up with both of you (fondly) not proofread
author’s note: hi! this has been in my drafts for so longgg, sorry for the people waiting on their requests, i’m trying my best to get them out asap! though i hope you guys like this nonetheless, been loving off campus recently but do not agree or support elle kennedy’s views! i believe all my wlw girls are just as deserving of their love stories <3
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“I can’t believe you got hit, dumbass!” You hiss at Dean as you clamber into Garret’s car to drive him to the ER
Truthfully it wasn’t his fault, it was a nasty hit that was clearly a foul but apparently the ref was blind or concussed because the fucking loser got sent off without a warning.
Dean looks like he’s been battered halfway to hell and you’re concerned enough that you’ve forced Garret to drive you to the closest ER.
Garret would complain if he didn’t also look concerned about the current state of one of his closest friends.
That alone lets you know that Dean shouldn’t still be groaning and hunched over the way that he is.
“It’s like you’re blaming me for getting beat to shit.” The blonde whines and you inhale sharply, trying not to stress him out more.
“It’s a stress response, can’t help that you’re an idiot that chirps guys twice the size of you,” you mumble back, rubbing his back soothingly as you hear him struggle to inhale.
“This car go any faster Graham?” You hiss to the brunette who whips his head to look at you in bewilderment.
“I’m driving the speed limit!” He says defensively.
“Rowan is not twice my size, you take that back.” Dean groans as he throws himself back against the car seat and tilts his head to the ceiling.
You scoff, “That’s the part you’re choosing to focus on? Not the fact that your smartass comments got you—“
“You love my smartass comments.”
You fight the urge to strangle the already injured man.
You and Dean are…complicated.
You’re friends at best and fuck buddies at worst.
You’re well aware you’d never be the one to lock him down, and you’d made your peace with that.
But you’d be lying if you said that the two of you didn’t occasionally toe the line between situationship and…more.
You knew for starters that you were the only girl friend Dean called to hang out with platonically, without the slightest assumption of sex.
You also knew that Dean had a set of Avengers boxers that he wore to sleep.
Either way, you knew things that other girls didn’t, that was a fact.
Unfortunately for you, that also meant you obtained the less favored girlfriend duties.
Like making sure he took care of himself and didn’t suffer some form of internal bleeding because he decided to shit talk on the ice.
“We’re 5 minutes away.” Garret remarks from the front.
Dean limply lifts one hand to give a fragile thumbs up with a wobbly smile.
“You look like you’re about to be sick,” Dean says groggily, somehow still managing a sleazy smirk on his face despite his injury.
You glower, “Sorry that I’m worried my friend is seriously hurt.”
“Friend? Ouch. Got demoted that easily?”
You can’t help it, you snort. “Shut up Di Laurentis.”
“Last name, Damn. Think I got myself in the dog house.”
You roll your eyes, stiffening when the lights of the Pittsburgh Trauma and Medical Centre flash across your window.
As Garrett parks, you open the door and tug on Deans arm to get him moving.
“Can you walk?” You ask concernedly, watching as he stumbles slightly as he gets out of the car.
He nods, looking pale in the face. You motion for Garrett to hurry up and flank Dean’s other side so the both of you can get him through the doors.
With a shaky hand and little fanfare you sign a bunch of forms before you’re called into the ED with blinding white lights and groups of nurses and doctors floating around the three of you.
You’re ushered to a room by a lovely woman called Princess and as you settle in you can’t help but bounce your legs, watching Dean and the door anxiously waiting for someone to arrive.
Garrett watches you in poorly veiled amusement, “You look like you’re about to shit yourself.” He huffs a laugh.
Dean snorts, “That’s not a look, she just does that.”
You slap his thigh with a petulant frown which has him theatrically wailing and you rushing to muffle his mouth with your hand lest he cause a scene.
Of course, that’s when the door opens as one of the doctors walk in.
Your jaw slackens in horror almost simultaneously as the two of you catch sight of each other.
“Dennis?!” You gasp out in shock.
Dennis’ eyes widen, his mouth forming your name is almost childlike wonder.
“Holy shit!” You laugh, moving your hand off of a suddenly quiet Dean’s mouth as you move towards your childhood friend.
“You’re a long way away from Nebraska Denny!” You say happily, throwing your arms around him and catching him off guard as he stumbles back before the familiar feeling of his arms wrap around your waist.
You feel him laugh into your neck, squeezing you tighter and forcing a hysterical giggle out of your chest.
“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs into you as he pulls away slightly, hands still on your waist but meeting your eyes.
You soften, your bottom lip wobbling slowly as you swat at his chest half heartedly, “Don’t make me emotional now, it’s good to see you too.”
You’re too invested in the sight of the little blonde you knew from high school to notice Dean’s glowering and the shared look of perplexed nature that Garrett and him share.
“Denny?” Garrett mouths at Dean, and to much of his amusement watches as the blonde’s face scrunches up in distaste.
Denny. What kind of a nickname is “Denny” anyways. You’ve never given him a nickname, what’s so special about this guy that he gets one and Dean doesn’t?
“Anyways!” You clap your hands as you stand back, moving backwards to stand next to Dean’s bed as you sway on your toes.
“You’re Mr Di Laurentis?” Dennis checks with him and Dean nods, trying not to growl as he watches you stare at the doctor with excitement.
He’s starting to hate this dude.
“Can any of you tell me what happened?” Dennis asks, catching sight of Dean clutching his left side and grimacing in pain.
“He got hit while playing, some guy body checked him into the boards and his elbow connected pretty hard with his ribs.” You remark bitterly, staring at Dean with a frown.
Dean sniffs, nodding in agreement and Dennis makes a note on his chart.
“Alright, I’ll do a physical just to feel around and see if anything’s broken before we take some blood and do some scans just to make sure nothing serious is going on, okay?” He asks.
Dean bites back a growl again as you refuse to turn to look at him, instead nodding at Dennis like he’s the first coming of Christ.
He makes fast work of it, slowly pressing down on the readily forming bruises on Dean’s abdomen and apologizing softly when it’s sensitive to force a breath of air or a slight whimper out of Dean’s mouth.
You chew on your nails anxiously as you watch Dennis work with a sharp eye.
“What can we do about pain meds? He’s been groaning since we got in the car.” Garrett remarks this time, his arms crossed as he leans against the wall.
Dennis flicks his eyes up with a look of surprise, as if he’d forgotten there was someone else there at all.
“Yeah—yeah, we can totally do that. Do you have any known allergies I should know about?”
Dean frowns, thinking. “No, I don’t—”
“He’s allergic to penicillin.” You but in and Dean turns to stare at you in disbelief.
How do you know that?
Dennis shares an uneasy look between the two of you before nodding and turning to leave.
“Alright; good to know. I will keep you guys update but come and get me or someone else if your pain gets worse or you start to feel worse.” He mentions.
You nod hastily, turning to look at Dean with a bright smile as soon as Dennis walks out.
Deans face softens. It’s not right to be mad at you, it’s not like you did anything.
And it’s not like he has any right to be jealous, he’s the one who said this whole thing was casual.
“So…you and the cute doctor huh?” Garret smirks, forcing you both to break eye contact.
Your face warms and you groan, placing your hands over your face.
“Was I weird? Was that weird?” You stress, looking embarrassed.
Dean frowns, “How do you know him?” He demands.
You look confused, “I uh—we used to go to school together in Nebraska, before I transferred to Briar.”
Garrett hums in acknowledgment, “you guys didn’t keep in contact?”
Deans whips his head to stare at his friend with an incredulous expression. He doesn’t want to hear about that.
It’s enough having the guy as his doctor and having to watch you fluster yourself whenever he’s around.
“I mean,” you shrug. “Broken Bow’s a small place and when most people get the chance to leave—they’re not really too sad about what they’re leaving behind.”
Garrett nods, sharing a small smile with you.
Dean scoffs though, “yeah he seems real beat up that he’s seeing you again.”
You frown, “you think he doesn’t like me?” You look worried, like you’re afraid that you’ve overstepped and imposed yourself where you’re unwanted.
Garrett rolls his eyes, leaning forward to swat at Dean’s shoulder in reprimand.
“Don’t say that,” he chastises the blond.
“He means that he looks like he’s into you.” Garret tells you kindly.
You switch your gaze from Dean who’s scowling to Garrett who’s offering you a comforting expression.
“And that’s…bad?” You hedge slowly.
“Of course it’s bad!” Dean snaps.
Garrett closes his eyes slowly, blowing out a breath, “I am going to check what they’ve got in the vending machine’s round here—you two—”Garret gestures largely at the two of you as he walks out of the room.
You sigh, “You have a problem with Dennis?”
Dean attempts to cross his arms but hisses when it pulls on his injury, letting them flop uselessly next to him.
“Should I have a problem with Dennis?” Dean asks mockingly.
You growl exasperated, “ I don’t know Dean! Not that I know of? He’s been perfectly nice and I’m sure you guys would get along if you got to know him more—“
“I don’t want to get along with him!” Dean bursts out, red in the face as he scowls.
You falter, “What? Why?”
Dean hesitates, “Because I—it doesn’t matter.”
Your expression hardens, “it obviously does if you’re about to chew my head off for suggesting it.”
Dean slumps in his bed, toying idly at the loose threads on the sheet.
“I just—“ he blows out a breath “I don’t like the idea of you going out with him”
“Why?” You press.
Dean grimaces, “Because I—I like you.” He mutters lowly.
You blink slowly.
“I like you too? Dean what? we‘ve been sleeping together for months of course I like you—”
Dean looks like he wants to bash himself over the head with the bedpan, “No.” He stresses.
“I like you as in, I want to be with you—exclusively.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?” Dean laughs incredulously. “C’mon babe, you gotta give me something more.”
You blink faster, “I just—I didn’t think—you said you don’t date!” You hiss
Dean shrugs, an innocent yet nervous expression on his face, “I didn’t.” He confirms.
“Until you.”
You roll your eyes, “Egregious line, Di Laurentis.”
“Did it work?”
Your gaze washes over his nervous expression and you soften.
You’re leaning over the bed before you know it, pressing a soft kiss to his lips with a smile.
“You’re something else.” You murmur softly against his lips, both of you grinning into each other’s mouths as your eyes meet.
“Fucking finally.” You hear being muttered as Garret reopens the door to the room, a packet of chips in his left hand and a chocolate bar in his other.
