Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

"Okay, so what have you got for us?" Sam asked, his voice tinnier than Dean's through the phone, my guess was from crappy hospital reception.

"I may have found an answer to our mysterious tattoo," I replied, rolling onto my side to look at the phone that lay on the pillow beside me.

"Well, don't keep up hanging," Dean said, sounding half asleep.

"I think the one you guys took a picture of is the third in a set of five, five separate runes to spell out Freya, goddess of beauty...as well as sex, fertility, war.."

"Busy chick."

Sam remained silent, but I could picture the look of thoughtfulness on is face as he processed the information and ran through his mental encyclopedia.

"So, there's five of them?" He finally asked.

"If my theory is correct, yes, my logic is telling me that each girl from this coven will have a different rune."

"Makes sense to me," Dean said.

"Yeah," Sam agreed, "we've got one dead girl, one incapacitated and two relatively unharmed."

"And head honcho is on the prowl."

"I'm going to guess that the deaths that lead us here were old coven members," Sam added.

"Meaning two girls are new and I'm willing to guess which ones."

"Dean," I started, pausing to pull my cover over my shoulder as it started to chill, "can you ask the girls if they have any tattoos of the runes? And if so, which ones they have."

"Yeah, I'll get it out of them."

"You thinking they might not have them yet?" Sam asked.

"Potentially, if they are the newer ones, but could you check our vic for one?"

"Sure, I'll wait until the checks are over and get back to you."

"Thanks guys."

"You really think we're against a Goddess?" Dean asked after a pause.

"Um...not really? This doesn't seem like a very Goddy case, I think we're just against people who admire her perhaps a little too much."

"Also explains why their curses are quite specific to image," Sam added, "except Dean's."

"Yeah, but I think Dean's was done by one of the newbies, maybe Sam's was too and that's why they were so small compared to what I got hit with."

As though it were waiting for a cue, my stomach rumbled loudly and I could feel the impending nausea of hunger beginning to crop up.

"I'll do a little interrogating too, if we're spinning theories about them being friends but some of them being new then we'll want to know the pecking order," Dean told us, sounding like he had made up his mind a while ago, my extra theory only adding to his certainty.

There was no secret that he wanted this to be over and done with, Dean's hatred for witches went both ways and not just because we were hunters.

Witches could simply be assholes.

"Okay, sounds like a plan," Sam said. "No changes on this end but I'll keep you posted on anything."

"Great, hopefully this'll be over soon but in the meantime I'm going to grab some breakfast and start some research, maybe I'll find something about covens dedicated to Freya."

"Sounds good, catch you later," Dean said before disappearing, likely eager to get what he needed.

A moment of silence passed between us as the line settled, then Sam let out a soft sigh.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice gentle.

I smiled at the phone and shifted my position.

"I am, thank you, Sam. Are you?"

"I'm good, the hair is kind of growing on me."

An undignified half-snort, half-scoff laugh forced its way out of me and I lifted a hand to my reddening face, though he couldn't see me, it was still embarrassing but it hadn't stopped me from laughing.

"Was that an intentional pun?"

"If it was, would it save me any dignity?"

"Hmm...no, but I'll let it slide just this once."

"Very gracious."

"Only for the right people."

"Glad to be one of them."

I hummed and smiled at the empty space beside me, imagining Sam to be lying where my phone was, the image making me feel a little giddy.

"This'll be over soon," Sam said quietly, as though we were talking in the dead of night.

"I know," I replied with a small nod. "We'll be right back to normal in no time, like none of this happened."

"Yes...right back to where we started."