Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

The energy in the air was electric with supernatural magic and human nerves, the latter mostly being mine.

No matter the hunt, I would always get a bundle of nervous energy build up when it was time for the confrontation, especially with something with power that could work from afar in varying levels of deadliness.

At least if they were a mindless creature working on killer instincts a good hack and slash would do the trick, more cognitive enemies were a big problem and I was definitely not in a position to run or do fancy hunter acrobatics.

Glancing across the room to Dean, I can see that he's already mentally geared up and ready for the fight, practically buzzing with the primal need to finish the case in any way that can be done.

He takes a quick sweep of the room before meeting my eye by chance, his focus shifting into a look of reassurance as he smiled and gave me a thumbs up, which I returned.

The chanting of the girls became a distant hum as my heartbeat pounded in my ears, my eyes leaving Dean to keep trained on the door instead, waiting for the inevitable while (metaphorically because screw the angels) praying that Sam would be okay and that she hadn't done anything to him.

Or if she had,then nothing too bad.

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"I think we've stalled enough, Sam, I want an answer."

Sam opened his mouth to reply, but she cut him off with a raised finger and a stern look that was very reminiscent of a teacher at the end of their tether.

"And don't you dare say you haven't been stalling, I know hunters well enough to know your tactics."

He could only give a slow nod with a resigned shrug, "I guess we should update them."

"You truly should."

She leaned forward, fingers interlacing before she placed her chin atop her knuckles, practically batting her eyelashes at the hunter.

"So go on, what do you say?"

Sam let out a long sigh as he leaned into the uncomfortable cushion of the seat he was in, feeling strangely aloof despite the obviously powerful witch in front of him.

"Sorry," he shrugged again, "I just can't do that."

"Even at the expense of your 'friend'?"

Sam scoffed and shook his head, giving her a bored look.

"I should have known we'd eventually reach the blackmail."

She let out a soft giggle that he suspected was meant to be cute or endearing, her eyes squinting as she smiled a sickly sweet smile that had cold shivers running down Sam's spine.

"I like getting what I want and I think I was being more than lenient, I held back on my initial plan of getting them to basically eat themselves to death when I realised your connection, buuuut I guess I don't need to worry about that now."

He didn't hide the fact that his stomach dropped from his expression, letting her see just how perturbed the idea made him, which only had her smirking in delight.

She definitely had the upper hand and she relished in it.

"So Sammy, I'll give you one more chance," she cooed, leaning over the table once again as he grimaced at the nickname coming from here, "what do you sa-"

Her voice cut off as her body gave a violent lurch, her face twisting in discomfort as her shoulders hunched forward.

Sam finally let himself relax, watching as she took deep steadying breaths to try and stave off whatever was happening to her.

"I say that I think it's time we renegotiate our situation."

She lifted her head enough to glare at him, the coldness in her ones one he found all too familiar, given to many hunters over the years.

One of pure hatred and a want to kill.

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"How long has it been?" I asked, looking to Dean with a worried frown.

Dean glanced at the clock, doing a quick calculation before meeting my eye again, "About ten minutes."

"That's all? It's felt like so much longer."

"I know, trust me, I know...we just need to be patient, Sam's got this."

I nodded, chewing on my lip as the chanting continued to drone in the air, becoming like a monotonous buzz of a rather persistent fly stuck in the room.

My worry distracted me enough that I didn't notice Dean crossing the room until his hand was placed on my shoulder and giving it a squeeze, pulling my attention to him. A small but intimate gesture between two friends.

"Seriously, he's got this."

I sighed, "I know, Dean, I just worry."

"I get it, I really do."

We shared a look and then turned back to the girls, each of them already looking tired but pushing on like champions, knowing that not only did their lives depend on it, but many others as well.

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She stood from the table, stumbling with a hand pressed to her waist as a twisting discomfort came over her, like every crevice of her insides were all cramping at once.

"You absolute cretin!" She seethed, glaring at Sam as she leaned against the table, fingernails digging into the wood as her fingers curled to withstand the discomfort in her stomach that made her want to double over. "I was going to make that hunter eat herself to death in the end but for this...oh, I'm going to do so much worse."

Sam was painfully aware of the attention that they were drawing and started to worry that the worst was going to happen if he didn't get the situation under control.

Standing from his seat, Sam loomed over her while giving the few scattered patrons of the place an apologetic glance.

"Excuse us," he said, trying to look as humbly apologetic as possible as he placed a hand on her back, which he full expected her to recoil from with anger. "Bad break-up."

As he expected, she glowered at him but unexpectedly, she stumbled out of the diner with his guiding, still doubled over as she took deep breaths to try and stem whatever pain was wracking through her body.

It was getting stronger, she couldn't deny that, but she'd be damned if it was going to debilitate her, she hadn't worked to get this far just to be taken out before her big chance to strike those who had truly wronged her.

It was all she wanted, all she craved and no hunters, even the damn Winchesters, were going to get in her way.

Knowing that he would be anticipating a magic attack, she opted for something even she herself didn't expect to be her solution by locking her feet in place as he tried to guide her towards the end of the street, using the continued motion of Sam's step before he realised what was happening to add some oomph into her elbow as she rammed it into his stomach, winding him with surprise effect.

The knock had him doubled over with an uncomfortable grunt and she pushed through her own discomfort, stomach still twisting as though her intestines were snakes, to take off and gain some distance between the hunter and herself.

She was going to find those girls and make them pay, she offered them abilities and strength beyond their comprehension and they repaid her with betrayal?

She knew what they were doing, it wasn't likely to be anyone but them unless Sam had managed to slip some kind of magic on her without her noticing.

Not caring if Sam was either trailing behind her or quickly catching up, she focused on digging a nail into her palm in the hopes of drawing blood.

Her focus was set on revenge.

Those girls would pay.