Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

"So," Dean said, crossing his arms as he stood above the bound girl, "you going to start talking?"

"Not planning on it," she sneered, giving him a powerful glower.

I wouldn't say it aloud, but it was impressive to see it coming from such an adorable face.

"Look," Sam reasoned with his best placating smile, "the sooner we get this sorted, the sooner you can leave."

"Yeah," she drawled out, "because you Winchesters are known for being merciful."

"We are to those who aren't complete dicks, so unless you're Gabriel, you should be fine," Dean smirked jeeringly.

"I don't know who that is."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "Look, that isn't important, what's important is that you fix this mess and then tell us what you know about the dead people."

She seemed to pause, looking between us with raised eyebrows before snorting out a laugh.

"You're kidding, right? This is a big prank."

We all stood there, faces set in stone as we allowed the truth to sink in, which took a little longer than we anticipated.

I shot a glance at Sam, who returned my look with a slight roll of his eyes as we waited for the cogs to finally clink into place.

"It's not a prank," she finally said, her face dropping.

"It's not a prank," Dean repeated matter-of-factly.

"Oh my god."

"Glad to see you've finally clocked on," I smiled faintly, trying to be the good cop to Dean's bad cop.

"Look, I really don't know what you're talking about," she said breathlessly, looking between us all with an expression of pure desperation. In fact, it almost looked like she had tears building in her eyes.

"Really?" Dean said disbelievingly, "because there sure have been some weird happenings that you appear to be at the center of, you were found literally in the middle of placing a hex bag."

She shook her head, chest beginning to heave as the tears started to slip down her cheeks and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth, being mindful of the snakebite on one side.

"N-No, I didn't...I wouldn't...I can't," she took a shuddering breath in an attempt to calm her growing sobs. "Look, I just gave you some light curses, easy and simple stuff, I was just finishing up a spell to stop him from eating his precious junk food, that's all!"

Dean seemed to pause for a moment, looking at her incredulously.

"What?"

"But I didn't hurt anyone. I promise, I could never."

"Hey, calm down," Sam said as he took a step forward, hands out to show he wasn't going to hurt her, "it's okay."

"How is it okay?! You have me tied up and talking about murder!"

She started to rock in the chair, looking at though she were trying to break free of her bonds.

We all shared another look and in the end, I let out a long sigh and indicated for them both to leave the room with a nod of my head and a glance towards the door.

Sam appeared as if he were going to protest, but instead merely nodded and gave me a smile that I knew meant he trusted me with this.

He stepped away and patted Dean's shoulder, a silent but clear indication to do as asked.

Dean shot a brief glance my way as if to double check that I was sure then left with no further protests.

Once the door clicked closed I approached her, crouched down and rested my hands atop her knees, waiting for her to relax enough to take some deep breaths and settle down her crying.

This took a few minutes, but once she was done with her rocking she looked at me, eyes a little red and bottom lip trembling.

"Hey, it'll be okay," I smiled, "can you tell me your name?"

Lifting her head, she met my eyes and she sniffled, I tried to ignore the bit of snot running from her nostril.

"Camille."

"What a lovely name," I nodded, standing back up. "So, I'll tell you what Camille, I will untie you if you agree to talk with me calmly, okay?"

Camille sniffled again but nodded her head in agreement, giving me an almost relieved smile.

"Okay, thank you."