Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

"So, anything?"

I asked while sliding into the seat next to Sam, Dean sitting opposite us with a look of dissatisfaction.

We'd called it quits around half an hour ago and text one another to arrange a retcon over dinner.

"Nothing, absolute bupkis," he griped.

"Yeah, I can't figure out what would have given her the jump on us," Sam replied, "she could have spotted us at any point since we arrived."

"And that gives us two and a half days of her tracking us while putting her plan into motion," I frowned, chewing on my lip.

"Hopefully less, if she caught on a little later," Sam smiled at me, probably attempting to give me a little hope knowing him.

"We can hope," I nodded, looking at Dean then the laminated menu in his hands, "anything sound good?"

He shrugged, "Basic diner food, but," he grinned and tapped the menu with his index finger, "they have a bacon double cheeseburger and that is all I need in life."

"Oh, that does sound good," I nodded, feeling a bubble of hunger begin to rise in my stomach.

Nothing to be alarmed about, it had been about four hours since we had eaten breakfast and most of that time was spent traipsing around this small town looking for witchy clues, that took a lot of energy, I had merely burned it off.

Yet, I still felt conscious of the rumbles.

Shuffling in my seat, I wrapped my arms around my stomach and looked up at Sam, forcing a smile to mask my utterly ridiculous shame at being hungry like the average human.

"So, will you be clogging up your arteries with us?" I asked.

"No," he chuckled, shaking his head with that cute dimpled smile of his, "I think I'll stick to the chargrilled chicken salad."

"One day we will get you to join us on the dark side again."

"Hey, I eat junk too."

I rolled my eyes good-naturedly and grabbed the menu from Dean, who had been ogling the extremely photogenic burger.

Every picture they had looked gorgeous, truth be told.

Each thing made my growling stomach hunger more and the decision was becoming difficult, I wanted the hash browns, the waffles, the smoothies, the milkshakes even though I knew that I'd probably be more than sick if I tried to eat even three of those things one after another.

"Changing your mind?" Sam asked, looking down at me.

"Well, the chicken and bacon ceasar salad looks really good too."

"You're obsessed with those, I swear," he laughed lightly.

"I know, they're so nice, but I think I'll go with Dean and stick with the burger with a side of fries and maybe a bit of salad on the side."

"The lady has good tastes."

I shook my head and wiggled the menu down in its plastic holder at the end of the table, leaning over Sam to reach my target.

As I leaned over, I took an almost involuntary glance at the window and spotted both Sam and myself in the reflection, as faint as the ghosts from stories.

Faint enough that I believed, but couldn't be entirely sure, that I noticed Sam's eyes dart from my hip to my ass and up a little again before they flickered up to look forward.

I'd have believed it was my imagination, had I not taken a second to look at Dean as I leaned back and noticed the almost smarmy expression he was giving his brother, who had gone silent and avoided his eyes by turning to look out the window.

"Right, well you lovebirds can order my food, I gotta take a natural."

"With an egg on top?" I asked.

"Does a bear shit in the woods?"

Dean smiled as I laughed and Sam shook his head then pushed his chair back and got up, most likely giving the waitress a flirty look as he walked past the counter.

Leaning back in my seat with my fingers drumming the table, I looked up at Sam again and gave him a withered smile.

"Think we'll ever break this?"

"I do," he nodded, "we'll find her and we'll break the curse then things will go back to normal."

"Great."

I nodded my head in agreement with him, still drumming my fingers and alternating tugs on my lips between my teeth.

I wanted to believe Sam, but I had a terrible foreboding feeling that something was going to change.