Warnings: Body shaming, derogatory terms directed toward a plus-sized reader, drinking, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, smut, nsfw
Author’s Notes: Written for two challenges: @winchester-writes Drinking Writing Challenge. My drink was Glenfiddich Scotch and my prompt was “What is everyone staring at?!” and @butiaintgonnaloveem Baby’s Big 50 Writing Challenge. My song was Get Out of My Dreams, Get Into My Car by Billy Ocean. Thank you to @feelmyroarrrr for the amazing idea. This wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie, @mamapeterson and her support, encouragement and words. Love you, T.
School was a place of nightmares. People would call you names, treat you like an animal, treat you like you didn’t deserve anything less than resentment and jeering laughs. Being bullied because you were bigger than some of the other girls wasn’t nice and it wasn’t right and you knew that…but it didn’t stop you feeling hurt, feeling bad about yourself every time they called you a whale or laughed at you behind your back or even to your face.
You never expected a new kid to make a difference at all. But, Dean Winchester wasn’t your average teenage boy. He turned up, he defended you when he barely knew you at every corner, heck he even got in a fight for you…and school started to become a little less miserable.
Request: Could you write a plus size reader x dog!dean and like dean gets turnedinto a large dog by a witch and Y/N and dean like each other and it’s fluffywhile he’s a dog but someone like is mean about Y/N’s weight and dean like
growls or bites? Fluff pls.
A/N: I actually really like this and for the person that requested this, please tell me if I did good or not with this. I’m kind of nervous and can totally rewrite it, if you want! BTW this is my first ever one shot where one of the characters get turns into a animal. OH! and feel free to send in requests, you guys always have the greatest ideas!!
You wake to the sound of loud
barking echoing through the halls of the bunker. Pushing yourself up from your
bed the soft blankets fall off your chest and land in your lap as you hold your
dying head in hands. Your head pounded against your skull from last night’s
celebratory round of drinks with the boys. The three of you had successfully
finished a hunt, killing a witch that was murdering any woman who came in
contact with her cheating husband. At first, you understood where she was coming from, there may or not have
been a time where you had to burn a scumbag boyfriend’s clothes, but killing
anyone who had breasts that he ever met was never on your list of revenge.
Barking still filled the bunker and
you cover your ears with your cold hands, trying anything to stop your head
from hurting even more. Suddenly your shut eyes snap open when realization hits
you. You don’t have a dog. The barking stops almost as quickly and you glance
up staring at the half opened door to your bedroom. Only to see it be pushed open
by an invisible stranger, soft sounds like paws clicking against the floor of
your room enters and it soon started to feel like the first five minutes to
every horror movie you had ever seen.
Your hand moves behind you careful
to only inch slowly underneath your pillow for the knife you kept hidden under
there. You grip the hilt of the blade as a mess of dark fur jumps up onto the
bed and what you see next makes you want to blush from embarrassment. It was
just a dog. A big, shaggy, adorable dog and one that was now making itself
comfortable at the foot of your bed.
“Sam! Dean!” You
cry out warily and push the rest of the blankets off of you and stand up. The
cold air hits your bare legs, the plaid boxers and Zeppelin t-shirt not doing
much to keep you warm and you wrap your arms around yourself. The dog lifts its
head to look at you, worry almost seeming to flash in its dark bead like eyes.
Sam soon comes rushing in; himself also dressed in his standard night ware,
panic masking his disheveled and tired expression.
“Y/N, what—“ He
stops when his eyes trail over to where the dog now laid nonchalantly.
something you want to tell me, Sam?” You ask him, your hand gesturing towards the
dog that had now started to chew on the comforter.
“What? It’s not
mine!” He reacts defensively,
certainly not mine! You’re the one always going on and on about wanting a dog!”
“Dean would kill
me if I even brought the smell of a dog inside the Impala, why would I get
You were at a loss for words, it was
true. Dean Winchester was not a dog fan especially when it came to his baby,
“Well, where did
it come from then?” Sam then almost looks like a light bulb went off in his
head and grabs a quarter off of your dresser, walking slowly over towards the
dog. It was a solid five seconds before you realized he was testing if the mutt
was actually a shapeshifter. You blamed not thinking of this sooner on your
grogginess. He stands up reluctantly, after brushing the silver coin against
the fur of the dog.
“Well, it’s not a
shifter.” You sat down next to the dog as Sam speaks and you pet the mysterious
mutt for the first time.
“Hey, Sam have
you seen Dean?” You call out as you walk into the kitchen, seeing Sam feed a
piece of bacon to the dog.
haven’t. S’pose he’s still in his room?” He replies as the dog finishes off the
bacon from Sam’s fingertips.
like him,” You respond in passing and Sam gets up from his seat.
“Nothing has been
sounding like him since the mark.” The reminder hits you hard. The Mark of
Cain, the bane of your existence. Never did you wish something hadn’t ever been
thought of. It was not more what it did to Dean but what it made him think of
himself after. That he was some kind of monster. That he didn’t deserve to be saved.
But how you knew he was wrong. He was the only man you’d ever known to be more
deserving then to be helped, to be saved.
“Y/N?” Sam asks
knocking you out of your thoughts, you reply with a quick huh before sitting on
the same chair Sam was previously in. “I said I was going to go check on him.”
“Oh, okay. Tell
him to get his sweet ass here before I kick it, will ya?”
“Sure thing,” He
laughs out his response, leaving you alone with the furry mutt and you roughly
pet him (something Sam found out).
You put your hands under the dogs face, pulling it gently to look at you and
“Your gonna love
Dean, don’t worry he can be a little rough around the edges at first but he’s a
good guy under all that.” You pet him on the top of his head and say, “I
promise,” for extra effect. Your eyes wander to the plate of bacon next to you
and you’re almost tempted to grab a bite of one but quickly push the thought
away. You had not been happy with how you look recently, more specially your
weight and have been trying to stick to the strict diet Sam gave you, but one
can only eat rabbit food for so long. And you felt like you weren’t even losing
any weight, all this dieting did was remind you why you were doing it. You look
over to the happy dog and pat him softly on the head, and it nuzzles its nose
in the palm of your hand. Almost making you forget about your worries.
It wasn’t long till you heard Sam,
clumsily run into the kitchen, his hand clutching what you assumed to be one of
“Hey, what’s wr—“
You ask but are cut off as you stand to be on the same level as the worried
Winchester, even though he’s a good foot taller.
“I don’t think we
killed the witch.” He blurts out,
“Yeah right, I
stabbed that bitch myself.”
“Well, that must
not have killed her. Look!” Sam’s hand goes flying into the side pocket of
Dean’s jacket, pulling out an old hex bag.
“And I think I
know where that dog came from.” You look at him, your mind still caught in
knots in how the witch wasn’t dead, “this is some kind of changing hex. I think
it might’ve, you know changed Dean into…”
“Wait.” You stop
him, “you’re saying this witch turned him into a dog?” Suddenly a loud bark
comes from behind you and both Sam and you turn to look at the animal wagging
“Uh, I’d take
that as a yes.” Sam says and you can’t help but burst into loud laughter
causing the dog—Dean, to bare his teeth.
Two days. Two days and Dean was still a dog, and you and Sam still were not
any closer to finding the witch. You both had sat uncomfortably surrounded by
books, anything to find how to reverse the spell and Dean was not making it
easy. With his constant barking and growling and it was more than once you or
Sam had remind him you guys couldn’t actually understand him. But it wasn’t all
bad; in fact you almost liked Dean better this way especially when he would
sleep at the edge of your bed butterflies would dance inside your stomach, but
you still missed the old Dean. The one where you could stare into his bright
green eyes all day, the whole situation was just really confusing.
After the third time, Dean had
barked loud and continually Sam slammed his book shut causing you to jump back
“Dean, would you
just shut up?” He yells towards Dean and he gave a couple mocking barks in
response. Sam turns his head towards you, his eyes pleading and you give a
large sigh before slapping your hands on the table and pulling yourself up.
“Hey boy!” You say
to Dean, over exaggerating the dog talk, “How about we go for a walk?” You
could almost swear you saw Dean’s infamous bitch face but was soon overshadowed
by the wagging of his brown tail.
The hot sun cascades in brilliant
yellow rays as you walk Dean down the grey sidewalk, passing shop by shop and
you were quickly regretting ever taking him. Every time a relatively attractive
woman would pass by, Dean would tug on the leash you had on him and watch the
girls saunter away. And every time you felt your heart sink and the strong urge
to whack his nose with a rolled up newspaper. Suddenly, you feel another tug
from Dean and you were two steps away from yelling at him to quit it when you
looked up to see the local bar. Everything clicking into place, you refrain
from saying anything but instead kneel down so you’re eye level with best
you tell him, looking at his dark eyes only making you miss his bright green
ones more, “sign says no dogs aloud.”
Dean’s head looks past your shoulder
to see the white sheet of paper the said in bright red letters, “NO DOGS” and
his face falls. All of a sudden, soft shade blocks the sun from your face and
you look up to see three girls, all in tight tank tops to over accentuate their
breasts standing above you.
“If you would
kindly move your fat ass that would be great,” the tallest of the three said,
looking judging towards you. You stand up, leaving Dean to sit on the hot
pavement and stare at the three.
“Excuse me?” You
ask them, generously giving the girl a chance to change what she said before you’d
knock out her perfect teeth.
“I told you to
get you ugly, fat ass out of the way. Your blocking everyone with your huge love
handles.” She says again and her words hit you, hard and it takes you longer to
respond. Her friends looked smug at your silence.
“I’m sorry, did
she hurt your feelings?” The only brunette of the three girls ask, patronizingly
slow but when she doesn’t think her words hit home she adds, “Is giganticor
gonna cry?” You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and that’s when Dean
jumps to his paws and growls angrily towards them, baring his teeth and
“Would you take
control of your dog?!” One of them freaks but that almost seems to spure Dean
on and he barks even louder, causing at least two to shriek in girlish yelps.
You grab on your leash pulling him back to try and stop him.
“Dean!” You yell
over him and his angered fit suddenly stops as his head lifts up to look at
you. You mouth, its okay before
pulling him away and leaving the frightened trio. When you’re a safe distance
away you kneel back down to look at him.
“What the hell
was that for, Dean?!” His eyes flash with concern and a soft cry comes from the
back of his throat and your voice lowers from angry.
“Hey, that was nice what you did
back there, but I can take it. I’m a big girl; I tie my own shoes and
everything. I don’t need you looking out for me.” He places a brown paw on your
bended knee and smile warmly to him knowing what Dean would probably be saying
right now. Suddenly, of what the three bitches were saying comes rushing back
to you and your heart sinks a little bit more. It was more that they said those
things in front of Dean, the man you had been madly in love with for a year and
a half. As you stand up, you can’t help but mutter under your breath, “it’s not
like they didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”
You were so caught up in the mess of
thoughts you missed the sad look of adorable dog that was Dean Winchester.
You wake the next day, but not to
the soft press of fur between your skin and comfortable blankets but instead to
strong arms and the strong smell of old dog. You open your eyes to find Dean’s
arms wrapped firmly around you, his body pressed behind you as his face lay in
the crook of your neck. He was back! He was normal!…..He was practically
spooning you. The thought hits you and you have to refrain from gasping.
Suddenly you hear the sound of your phone buzz harshly against the top of your
nightstand. You reach for it careful not to stir Dean from his slumber.
1 message. Shown against the screen and you clicked it open.
Sam sent you text, short and sweet. Found
the witch last night when you were walking Dean, was hiding in some abandoned
apartment, is he normal?
You smile and
quickly reply with a yes but before you could hit send Dean shifted against
you, you could feel his lips move along the back of your neck when he spoke.
beautiful, okay? You got that?”
You place the phone back on the
nightstand and turn yourself around so you were facing him. His eyes were
filled with sincerity and you unwillingly smile towards him.
“I got it.” You
respond he smiles back, even though you didn’t believe a word he was saying you
knew that he at least believed it. And that made all the difference. The man of
your dreams believed you were beautiful.
“Good. I was worried
I was gonna have to go into some long chick flick speech to convince you. You
just need to not worry what those bitches said, I think your beautiful and you
His words made tears well up in your
eyes and you quickly try to laugh it away.
“So, I guess
being a dog made you quite the insightful one.” You joke and he smiles, pushing
away a strand of hair behind your ear.
and full, I had no clue how much a dog can actually eat. I was seriously always
hungry!” You both laugh at his comment, letting the morning wash over you. Your
phone buzzing with worried texts from Sam, since you never really got back to
replying, but to be honest you couldn’t hear him over yours and Dean’s
Description: You are a bigger woman and you fear that you will never find love, especially not with your best friend/crush/fellow hunter Dean Winchester. One night after a few too many shots of whiskey, you find yourself confessing your fears to him and he decides to show you that beauty has no size and just how sexy he thinks you are.
Pairings: Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2065
Warnings: Smut, some fluff, a tiny bit of angst where body image is concerned, and language
A/N: This is my first attempt at fanfiction, please be kind. Internal thoughts are in bold. This was Beta’d by the wonderful @blacktithe7, any errors are mine alone
“Holy shit!” You cough out feeling the whiskey burn it’s way down your throat until it settles in the pit of your stomach where it starts warming you from the inside out. “I don’t know how you and Sam drink this shit on a daily bases” you say as you look over at your best friend and secret crush Dean Winchester. You are sitting in the library at the Men of Letters bunker that you live in with the boys. “Come on, Y/N I know you are tougher than that. Hell I’ve seen you take on 2 vampires by yourself and win. You can’t tell me that a little bit of Jack has you ready to throw in the towel” Dean says jokingly. This man knows just what to tell you to make your competitive streak rear it’s ugly head. You can’t stop yourself from taking the bait, even though you knew you were going to regret it in the morning, “You know what Big Boy? I’m going to drink your ass under the table tonight.” you say confidently.
Request: Can you write a oneshot where in high school
teen!dean used to brutally make fun of chubby!reader even though he liked her
and he sees her a few years later and is so nice and apologizes.
A/N: Hey, love. I realize that this is a little bit different than what you requested. I just had a hard time imagining Dean making fun of a woman over weight. I flipped through a few episodes and couldn’t find any times he had. So I thought about my High School experiences. Which, being 8 years, gave me a different perspective. People do mean, crappy things. I got asked out as joke. A lot. I don’t know why. But the worst part of was that I somehow internalized that voice, and now at 26 I still worry that after 4 years of marriage, my husband is still with me as a joke. So, I kind of decided that’s really the only thing I know how to write about and I hope that’s okay.
High school ends and words fade, all the years, all the fake
prom invitations and jokes in the girl’s locker room. The people that made you cry in the bathroom
become faceless archetypes’ you can’t quite name after ten years.
What doesn’t fade, what really sticks with you, are the
lessons that you learn about yourself and the ways you learn to treat yourself. What they did to you was terrible. But the things to learned to think and say about yourself are worse. How do you stop a bully that
lives in your own head?
You sat at the bar, nursing your drink and trying to forget
the day you’d just had. Meeting after
meeting. Dealing with supervisors that
didn’t know the software as well as you.
You’d thought by now your dream job would be more dream, less
nightmare. All you wanted was a drink or
two and some peace.
“Y/N? Y/N L/N?”
You inhaled your drink in shock, coughing and sputtering
when you finally turned. But you already
knew who it was. Ten years couldn’t make
you forget him.
“Dean Winchester,” you said when you finally caught your
breath. It all came back crystal
clear. You remembered the color of your
high tops and the smell of his stupid leather jacket.
Warnings: Season 10 spoilers, plus-size!Reader, inappropriate
and rude (body and other) comments, mentions of blood, mild swearing, slight
Summary: After Sam and the Reader find demon!Dean
and bring him back to the bunker, the Reader is left alone with Dean for a
little while. Dean enjoys taunting her while they’re alone together.
Pair: [plus-size!Reader, x Dean/demon!Dean]
Author’s Note: So, I got a request to
write another plus-size!Reader imagine! Sorry I haven’t posted in a few days..
this week has just absolutely sucked. But, eh. Request things! x Also, I know that
this one shot doesn’t really correspond with the scene of Dean being cured, but
for the sake of fanfiction, oh well.
Sam’s words echoed through your
head. It’s not him. Don’t listen to
anything he has to say. Just focus on the fact that he’s gonna be alright. Don’t
listen. Don’t listen. Don’t listen. Don’t listen. It’s not him. You
continued to repeat his words, over and over again, in hopes of yourself
believing it. Truth be told, it was difficult for you. It was Dean talking… but it wasn’t him. He didn’t mean the things he
was saying. No. He wouldn’t. Would he?
You remained silent, fumbling
with the syringe of purified blood left by Sam, counting down the moments until
the next hour to plunge the needle into his neck. You desperately yearned for
Dean to be himself once more. You missed him dearly. All of you did. Sam.
“Oh, Y/N, why don’t you just give
it up already?” Dean grumbled, a long exhale falling his words. “Don’t you get
it? I don’t want to be… cured.”
You inhaled slowly, still facing
away from him. Your eyes narrowed at the weaponry in front of you, your eyes
tracing the designs in the silver blades in hopes of distracting yourself. You
gravely tried to block out his voice, though your mind disobeyed, allowing his
statements float into your mind and brand themselves into your brain.
“C’mon, Y/N, don’t you understand
that I don’t want to be saved? That I like
the disease,” Dean hissed, the sound of his chains clanging together as he
struggled against them, an unsatisfied grunt following his unsuccessful
attempts of breaking free.
“Too bad,” you muttered, checking
the timer on your phone, alerting you that there was only a few more minutes
until second to final injection. Just one more hour.
Dean sniggered, your nose
crinkling in disgust at the menacing tone to his laughter. You slowly pivoted
around on your heel, the timer on your phone alerting you that it was time. You
approached Dean, positioning the needle to inject into his neck. You gripped
tightly down onto the roots of his hair, tilting his head and plunging the tip
into his skin. Dean hissed, attempting to jerk himself away from you, but
failed. You withdrew the syringe from his flesh, stalking back over to the
table and setting it down onto the wooden surface.
Dean coughed and groaned, lolling
his head and resting his chin against his chest. “I know why you want your old
Dean back so badly.”
Your gaze lifted to face the arsenal
of weapons hitched to the wall, your eyes growing wide with sudden curiosity. Of
course you wanted Dean back, but the way he tone of voice was suggested that he
had more to say and that his words had deeper meaning to them.
“Do you think I don’t hear you
and Sam talking?”
You bit the inside of your cheek,
your facial features hardening at his choice of a statement. How could he know?
You very secretive about your growing feelings for the oldest Winchester,
always making sure that he was out of earshot when you discussed it with Sam.
Or so you believed to.
“About how a guy like me could
never fall for a girl like you?” he continued. You could hear the smirk in his
voice, knots beginning to form in the pit of your stomach. You were a hunter.
You weren’t supposed to be nervous nor scared, especially over petty, romantic
feelings towards another. But you were. God, you were.
You had had feelings towards Dean for quite
some time now, at first ignoring the strange sensations that bubbled in your
abdomen. You told yourself that it was truly nothing, but as time went on, you
began to accept the idea of being together with Dean, though you knew for a
fact that he would never love a girl your size. Though Sam assured you that
Dean would love you no matter what, you pushed his comments off with a shrug
and a sip of your beer, telling him that his assumptions were ridiculous.
breath was hitched in your throat, your mouth gaping at his confession. Though
you had always known that he would never love a girl your size, there was
always a glimmer of hope that possibly he would look passed your appearance.
You were wrong, though.
Don’t listen. Sam’s voice rattled in
your head, though you couldn’t help yourself. He sounded so real. This was Dean. This was Dean speaking. Not
the demon inside of him. Dean.
never have feelings for a fat, disgusting bitch like you,” he snarled, an evil
chuckle rumbling through his chest.
stiffened, straightening your posture and rolling your shoulders back. You bit
the inside of your cheek harder, your flesh coaxed with raw sores and the
metallic taste of blood on the tip of your tongue. You took a deep breath in
hopes of composing yourself, though you knew that Dean’s words stung. Normally,
whenever someone would make an inappropriate comment regarding your appearance,
you simply would shrug it off and possibly slug the guy. But with Dean? You couldn’t
quite contain yourself. You felt the tears brim within your eyes, your Y/E/C
hues growing glassy and bloodshot. You dug your fingernails into the palms of
your hands in hopes of distracting yourself from the hurtful words, though a
single tear slipped passed your barriers and slid down your flushed cheeks.
did I offend you?” Dean chortled, his chains clinging together as he huddled
over in fits of laughter. “Sorry the truth hurts, sweetheart.”
call me that,” you mumbled, picking up your phone and slipping it into your
pocket, beginning to make your way towards the exit.
so I did offend you!” He laughed once more. “But there you go. Running away
like you always do. God, whenever someone makes a comment about you, you run
away. You cry. You’re weak, Y/N.”
statement burned in your head, your chest rising and falling with each heavy
breath that lifted in your lungs. A large lump began to form in your throat,
you desperately trying to push down the sob that threatened to pass, though
your attempts were unsuccessful. He was digging himself into your head. He was
manipulating you. That’s what demons did. But you couldn’t shake it. You couldn’t.
This was Dean. Your best friend.
There you go. Crying. God, how the hell did Sam and I even put up with you
these last few years? We should have never started hunting with you. You’ve
only brought us down. You’re too slow, Y/N. You can’t catch up. You’re a weak
link. It’s your fault why so many people have died. You’re too slow to save
them. You’re a failure.”
“Shut up!” you roared,
turning on your heel and marching towards him, retrieving Ruby’s knife from
your pocket and pressing it to his neck.
Dean’s cocky smirk caused a sneer
to appear on your lips, your nose wrinkling. Dean’s tongue jutted out from his
mouth, wetting his lips as his green eyes locked with yours. “Do it.”
You applied more pressure to the
blade, creating a small incision into his skin, but you immediately withdrew it
once you realized what you were doing. You stared down at him for a brief
moment, shaking your head before walking calmly to the door. You turned to face
him once more, raising an eyebrow at him before pushing the cabinets together,
blocking him from view.
heard shouting. What happened?” Sam frantically inquired as you stomped your
way into the living room area, both Cas and Sam glancing up at you from their
conversation on the couch.
“It’s done. He only needs one
more injection,” you informed rather harshly, making a beeline towards your
room, slamming the hatchway shut. You sighed, replaying the previous events in
your mind, the horror continuously repeating. Over and over again, the words
that he spat at you caused a shiver to run down your spine, your jaw clenching
tightly. You knew that he was a demon. You knew demons dug under your skin, but
you couldn’t help but believe that what he hissed was true. Were you weak?
You sighed heavily, plopping down
onto your bed, burying your face within the comforter. He’ll be back to normal soon, you assured yourself, clutching down
onto one of the pillows, reeling it into your chest. Soon.
You hadn’t realized that you had
fallen asleep until the sound of a knock brought you from your slumber. A groan
seeped passed your lips as you lifted yourself up from your position, propping
your elbow down onto the mattress. “Come in,” you hoarsely spoke, clearing your
throat to awaken your vocal chords.
The door slowly opened, revealing
a small sliver of Dean’s tall frame, your eyes widening at the sight of him. He
no longer carried himself as if he was superior over everyone. His shoulders
were hunched a little, a guilty expression etched on his features.
“Hey,” he murmured, walking fully
into your room and shutting the door with a soft click. He cautiously made his way to the other side of your bed,
your eyes following him with every step. The mattress sunk underneath his
weight, his body shifting so he could face you properly. “I-”
“Save it, Dean, you don’t
need to apologize,” you mumbled, averting your gaze and allowing it to fall
into your lap, your fingers fiddling together. “I know you didn’t know what you
“But that’s the thing, Y/N. I did
know what I was saying.”
You didn’t think that your heart
could break any more than it already had, but clearly you were wrong. Your
heart pace quickened in your chest, your stomach clenching at the sound of his
words. He did know what he was saying. He did mean it. Of course he did. You
knew that already.
“But I couldn’t control myself. I
tried so hard to stop, Y/N. God, I would never ever say that shit to you. But I couldn’t stop,” he whispered,
pursing his lips to form a tight line. You felt his eyes still locked onto you,
your gaze slowly flicking onto him once more, though you didn’t bother
speaking. Dean noted your decision to be silent, his mouth disclosing to speak
once more. “I just wanted to tell you that I’m sorry.”
You slowly nodded, looking back
down into your lap. Dean sighed, scooting his body closer to you, wrapping an
arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You were startled at
first, to say the least, but you relaxed into his grasp, burying your face into
“You’re wrong, though.”
You peered up at him, your
eyebrows knitted together into a line of confusion, cocking your head to the
left slightly, indicating him to continue on with his thought.
“You’re wrong. I could easily
fall for a girl like you. Hell, I have.”
Your eyes widening at his
confession, your lips parting to speak, but his words beat you to it. “I know
you have a horrible self-image of yourself, Y/N. But, God, I wish you could see
what we see. What I see. I see a strong, confident, woman who can take down an
entire vampire nest by herself. Who has saved many people. Who has saved this
damned world. C’mon, Y/N. How can you be so blind?”
You bit your bottom lip harshly,
sighing quietly, though once again, you didn’t bother to answer. Dean breathed
heavily, stroking your arm soothingly. “Because I see a beautiful, smart,
hilarious, badass, curvy woman who should love herself no matter what has
happened in the past. No matter what she looks like. No matter what anyone else
ever says. You understand me?”
You nibbled down harder, though
you slowly nodded your head. You didn’t believe him, though. You’ve always had
this image of yourself in your head that you weren’t good enough for anyone,
especially Dean Winchester.
“You know I’m not the one to be
all sappy and shit, but Y/N, I just want you to know who are you. You’re not
weak. Not at all. We all make mistakes. We’re human. It’s how we are. It’s how
we always will be. Please, believe me.”
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you,” you
mumbled, fluttering your eyes closed momentarily. Dean sighed, leaning down and
pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head, his calloused hand continuing
to rub your arm comfortingly.
“I have fallen for you, Y/N. I
tried to deny it at first. Because who would have thought that Dean Winchester
would actually get hooked on a girl? But, Hell, I have. God, have I. And I can’t
help it. I can’t help myself when I’m around you.”
You leisurely looked up at him, a
tiny smile twitching onto the corners of your lips. You leaned up, pressing a
gentle kiss to his lips, Dean immediately returning the romantic gesture.
You pulled away after a few
moments, your lips still tingling from the previous sensation, your smile
growing wider. “It’s good to have you back, Dean,” you murmured, collapsing
your body into his.
Dean wrapped his strong arms
around you, holding you close to his chest and slowly rocking you back and
forth, resting his chin on your head. “It’s good to be back.”
Warning: It might look like it’s going to get smutty but I
SWEAR it’s all fluff
Request by @squirrelchester said: Girl, how about a
DeanxPlus!Sized reader? That Cas anon had the right idea ;) I’m
a sucker for reading a Dean and plus sized reader where he does his damndest to
make her feel beautiful, because he thinks she so gorgeous. I would loveee that
A/N: Oh man, I made myself cry writing this you guys. I’ve
struggled with body image issues since grade school. This was a hard topic to
write about and face, but I am so glad that I did it.
All of you are beautiful just as you are. Even if you don’t
like how you look. If you want to lose weight or look different, do it for
yourself and because you want to be healthy. Don’t do it because you’re fitting
into a size that society somehow has decided is “beautiful.”
Fuck society. Fuck
the haters. You’re beautiful. End of discussion.
Finishing setting up to watch your movie Dean came to your
door. “What are you doing?”
“Watching Hairspray, wanna join?”
“Better than being alone,” Dean grumbled as he came in and
sat next to you on your bed. “Aw crap, this is a musical isn’t it?” Dean whined
as the opening credits played.
“Suck it up Winchester,” you said tossing some popcorn in
“Fine” Dean muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
Of course by the time the movie was about half of the way
through Mr. Aw Crap It’s a Musical was tapping his foot and humming along. Adjusting
yourself on your bed you scooted down, laying on your side with your arm tucked
under your head. Not being totally comfortable you started to fidget.
“Shhhhh, that’s enough outta you. I say you look gorgeous, then you look gorgeous. I don’t lie. Stop arguing with me, mkay?“
”…Okay… If you say so, but-“
"I do. Now hush up and come here, I want to kiss my beautiful girl"
Dean loved, adored, your plus size figure. He loved your body. It did things to him he’d never experienced before. As he always said ‘It’s what’s inside that matters. I found a girl who loves me even though I’m a mess most of the time, and I ain’t never lettin’ that go. And plus. She’s beautiful. Outside as well as inside. It’s just more for me to love, sweetheart.’ And you believed him. Dean, he… He made you feel things you thought you’d never get to experience, outside of a dream or a fantasy. He loved you. He loved all of you. Soul, heart, mind and body. Inside and out. And he made you feel beautiful. Made you see yourself through his eyes. And you were stunning. Just the way you are.