Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

It came as no surprise to either of us that Dean's 'calls' had led him to a nearby bar, parked up and inside drinking his time away.

We had only been walking for around ten minutes before we spotted the car parked outside a homely looking bar, the typical small-town dive where locals went to drink and have a gossip about the happenings at work and nothing more, as that would undoubtedly get back to the person and cause the entire ecosystem to break apart.

Idyllic, some would say.

"You want to head inside?" Sam asked, looking down at me.

I smiled and shook my head, "No thank you, I'm really not in the drinking crowd mood."

"Guess I should, just to make sure he doesn't try driving back drunk."

"Why did he even drive here in the first place?"

Sam shrugged with a light laugh, "I wouldn't want to know."

"Okie dokie, you check on him, I think I'll just walk back."

He nodded, looking at me with a concerned smile.

"Just be careful, okay?"

"I've been a hunter for long enough Sam, I'll be fine for the lengthy trip of ten minutes back to the motel room."

"Hey, a lot can happen in ten minutes."

I rolled my eyes and nudged his shoulder, giving him the most serious look I could muster.

"You're so overprotective."

"With reason."

"Maybe so, but I know enough to watch my ass just as I know to check for hex bags if anything weird starts happening to any of us," I smiled, putting my hands on my hips, "I've been a hunter long enough to know this stuff."

"I'll still worry."

"As I'd expect, but I'm not some weak chick who is going to stand there yelling at you like some damsel rather than taking action like any seasoned hunter should," I tilted my head and clicked my tongue, "speaking of hex bags though, I will check the car over while you go inside."

"Good idea."

"I know."

We lingered awkwardly for a couple of seconds, simply sharing a look before he finally cleared his throat and turned away, one hand running through his shorter hair as had become his habit, as if he still couldn't believe its length now.

I watched him with a smile, feeling better than I had in months as I watched him walk towards the building.

Being friends with Sam was already something I found a great privilege, it was more than I could ask for no matter how much of a crutch it may be to befriend the Winchesters but never did I think that may little crush would become anything but a mere fantasy.

Though it was just a kiss, it meant so much to me.

I shook myself from my Winchester reverie and turned towards the car, almost as if on cue as something moving near the car caught my eye just as I pivoted.

For a few beats, I stood still and watched a head bobbing beside Baby, ducking in and out of sight with occasional look arounds before they ducked under sight for a little longer.

I waited to see how long they stayed hidden before making a wide circle around the car.

Luckily one thing I found after my curse was that despite the weight gain, I was still rather light on my feet and could keep my scuffing to a minimum, something that I'd been playfully teased about a few times.

It had even gotten to the point where the term 'Castieling' was coined for it.

I managed to create a wide enough circle to sneak up behind her, all attention focused heavily on the rear right tyre of the Impala.

I'd be lying if I said that I didn't feel a surge of pride in myself at managing to sneak up on her, the yelp of surprise as I grabbed her wrist and twisted her arm behind her back to pin her against the Impala was extremely satisfying, the other arm soon being pinned above the other.

"Having fun?" I asked, smiling like the cat that caught the canary, perhaps giving her a too harsh shove against the car to wind her just a little more.

She grunted at the force and attempted to look at me over her shoulder, struggling against my tightening hold.

"The more you resist, the longer you'll be held here."

Despite the defiant glare aimed my way, she still relaxed and let out a harsh huff, pouting her painted lips.

"Don't think I need that hex bag to hit the other one, I've already got him."

"So be it, we'll deal with that later."

I pulled her away from the car and stepped beside her, pointing towards where she had just been crouching.

"Hex bag, get it. Now."

She shot me another glare before rolling her eyes and crouching down as I let go of one of her arms.

Reaching beneath the car again, she plucked out the bag with ease and held it up to me like a stropping teenager, her lips pursed tightly.

"Atta girl," I said while taking the bag from her, looking it over in the dim streetlight.

"I'm not a dog," she sniped.

"No, but while you're here and we have questions, you're officially our bitch."