Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

Luck was finally on my side as Dean walked through the door, looking pissed off and ready for a fight.

"Bitch got away," he shook his head, looking less than impressed.

"But you came back safe and that's what matters," I nodded.

"Yeah, any news from Sam?"

"Just that he's at the hospital and it's very touch and go."

"Right," he sighed, looking to the two witches. "You two have any bright ideas?"

Naomi and Camille shared a look, Camille then looked down and shuffling her feet.

"We were going to go to the hospital and work on a reversal spell," she answered.

"You can do that?" Dean replied.

"Maybe," Naomi sighed, "we won't know until we try, we're still apprentices."

"Right, so you can curse people but not save a life, that's great."

"Dean," I said, looking at him, "they're at least trying, we have to give them that."

He returned my look then let out a long sigh, "I know, I'm just pissed, I had her right there."

"We'll get her," I smiled at him, "we'll get her, fix everything and hopefully anyone that's been cursed."

He gave me an unconvincing smile then turned his attention back to the others.

"One of you can drive us to the hospital, right?"

"Totally," Naomi nodded with a thumbs up, "we need to go there anyway to work our magic."

"Okay, grab what you need and we'll get going."

The two left the room and left me standing with Dean, who looked about ready to have a long sleep.

I couldn't blame him with the way a simple interrogation had become a scene from a cop drama, chasing down the perp and racing a victim to hospital.

The joys of the hunt.

"You think we can trust them?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, I'd like to say yes but we both know how often that's shot a hunter in the foot."

He let out a long sigh and took out his phone.

"I'll text Sam, let him know we'll be on our way soon."

"We hope."

Dean looked towards where the girls had retreated then turned back to me.

"I won't trust them but I trust your judgement, do you think they'll be any use?"

I shrugged, "If they heal as well as they curse then potentially."

"I miss burgers so damn much," he sighed dramatically.

Shaking my head with a smile, I shifted from foot to foot.

"Not pie?"

"Figured that would go without saying."

Habitually covering my mouth to laugh, I turned away from him and took in the barely decorated living room, though if that was by design or through lack of funds to afford decorations I wasn't sure and it wasn't my place to know.

We only had to wait five minutes before they returned, Naomi clutching a large handbag in her hands.

"Okay, she said, "we're ready if you are."

I looked to Dean who gave me an agreeing nod.

"It seems we are, let's go."

"Wait," Camille squeaked, "will we be able to get in? It's after visiting hours."

"We'll get you in," Dean said resolutely, "this isn't our first rodeo."

Camille looked to Naomi with a soft frown then let out a long sigh, "Okay."

"Good," Dean said, "just remember, no funny business."

We followed the girls outside into the chilled night, waiting for Naomi to lock her front door before being led to her car.

Dean shot me a look as she unlocked an orange and white mini then rolled his eyes and climbed into the back, obviously uneasy about being the passenger in a car that was nowhere near as powerful as his precious Baby.

I could only snicker and shuffle in beside him, conscience of the space my hips alone would take up in the thing.

To keep myself scarce I put on my seatbelt and then pressed myself up against the car door, worried that I'd somehow take up half the seat despite knowing that it was a stupid fear.

Naomi and Camille clipped themselves in and we were off to the hospital, hoping to every fibre of our beings that the poor girl could be helped.