Characters: Sam and Dean Winchester, Sister Reader.
Request/Summary: Could you please do a imagine? The Reader is 15 y/o and she's having a hard time.Because she thinks that she's too fat,and she's at the edge of a eating disorder.And Dean finds out one day bc she's crying right after she ate I know it's a tough one❤
Age: the request says 15 but it can be any really
Word Count: 1,378
Y/N: your name
Y/N/N: you nickname
Y/F/F: your favourite food.
You are a hunter, you faced terrifying creatures every other day, you’ve met the devil himself and yet, for some damn reason the only thing that currently haunted you day and night were too short words. Too fat. You were forever tormented by what were really just numbers; how much you’ve eaten during the day, the size of the portions you ate, the calories, carbs, sugars, you name it. Every day you found yourself counting everything and yet, you couldn’t help it.
It had started a couple months back, you had only just gone on a diet simply cutting out most carbs. Then another diet, and another until finally you had cut out almost everything. You stopped going on hunts because you were too tired, your head was always hurting and you always felt sick. You were afraid of not knowing how to control yourself. You weren’t anorexic, you knew that, you still ate. In the morning one egg and coffee no milk or sugar, you ate a salad during lunch and for dinner you would drink a cup of tea. In between these “meals” you filled your body with loads of water and locked yourself in your room.
You laid in your bed staring at the ceiling, you didn’t move for hours, or rather you couldn’t. Your limbs ached as you heard the clock ticking, the fan creaking as it spun around and around over your body, your stomach growling for food. You were hungry, yes, but you didn’t give in to the sick feeling deep inside your empty organs. Tick-tock tick-tock you waited for time to pass by hoping and wishing for it to go quickly so you don’t have to eat and just sleep. It didn’t work, the time continued as slowly as it always did and always will.
A knock on your door snapped you out of your thoughts. “Come in.” you said still blankly staring at the dull ceiling. You heard the creaking of the door and the squeak of the loose floor boards as your brother walked in.
“Hey Y/N, dinners ready.” Dean said, you continued looking up at the ceiling.
“Eh, I’m not hungry.” You said in a monotone voice, but your stomach gave it away letting out a loud and long grown. Goddammit.
“Doesn’t sound like it.” Dean chuckled, he knew something was wrong with you but he didn’t know what. “You sure? It’s your favourite. Y/F/F.” He finished seeing as you didn’t respond.
“I don’t know.” you said looking at him finally, you neck aching as you did so.
“I don’t know? Come on kid you’re eating.” He said walking towards you, grabbing you and putting you over his shoulder. You started to giggle slightly but stopped when you felt the sharp pain in your stomach. He finally put you down in a chair in front of Sam and placed the delicious looking food on the table. You wanted to resist but you just couldn’t. If you didn’t you’d hurt Deans feelings and that’d be terrible, and it was Y/F/F. But if you did eat that’d be worse, right?
You chose Deans feelings was more important, but you kept in mind how much you’d eat. You were quiet the entire dinner, whenever Sam or Dean asked you a question you answered shortly. When it was over you had eaten less than half.
“Hey, I thought it was your favourite.” Sam said seeing how little you ate. It wasn’t usual for you to eat so little, specially if it was your favourite food.
“It is.” You said looking away, his stares were too hard on you. It felt like he was trying to read your mind, and you couldn’t have that could you.
“Then why’d you eat so little? You’re eating like a bird” (A/N that probably makes more sense in Spanish, it’s the phrase “come como pajarito” which just means you eat too little..) He said back, still looking at you weirdly, as if trying to figure out a puzzle piece.
“I wasn’t that hungry.” You answered hotly before moving the plate to the sink, “now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to bed.” you finished finally making your way out as hot tears made their way out making your eyes glassy. You walked out fast enough for them not to notice though.
“Weird.” Dean said after hearing your foot steps die away and your bedroom door close.
“Tell me about it.” He answered still looking at the door you walked out of only seconds before. “What’s up with her?” He asked his older brother looking back at him.
“Don’t know. She’s been acting kinda weird recently.” Dean responded to Sam just as confused. “I’m gonna go talk to her see if she’s alright.”
“Yeah, I’ll clean up over here.” He said moving to the sink and began to wash the dishes as Dean walked out, willing to find out what was bugging his baby sister.
He arrived at your door, he took a deep breath before knocking on the hard surface. Hearing no response from you he knocked again a little harder. Again no response. He thought for a second before opening the door slightly and peeked his head in seeing you in a small ball next to your bed
“Y/N/N?” Dean called to you moving next to you. “Y/N/N? What’s wrong?” He asked tenderly, with worry laced in every word as he sat down next to where you were curled up .
“Leave me alone.” You managed to breath out as more sobs climbed their way out of your throat.
“Oh, sweetheart. I won’t be leaving till you tell me what’s wrong.” He said putting his arm around you. Although you didn’t want him there you put your head in his chest and continued crying until you calmed down as he rubbed circles on your back. When you had finally settled down he asked again. “Y/N/N, baby what’s wrong?”
You sniffled slightly, “I-I just.” you sighed “I just can’t help but feel that I’m too fat, and ugly.” you said softly your head still buried on your big brothers chest.
“What?” Dean answered this time it wasn’t soft he was just straight up confused.
“I said I’m too fat, I’m not pretty.” you said harder this time looking away from your soft eyed brother.
“Oh I heard you sweet heart. I just don’t know why you would think that.” He said staring at hardly but not in a harsh way, in an almost hurt way.
“Wh-what do you mean?” You asked looking down at your hands you were fat, ugly that’s what it was always like and it would probably be the same for a long time.
“I mean, you are not fat. You are not ugly.” He said holding your chin for you to look at him, “You are an amazing hunter, you are smart and kind. You are beautiful, you are you, and that’s the most beautiful thing I can think of.” He smiled at you and planted a kiss on your forehead and wiped your tears. “And I don’t ever want you thinking that again, because you are the one thing that makes me wake up in the morning after all the shit we’ve gone through, and the worst thing I can think of is you being hurt.”
“Thank you Dean.” you finally said. It was going to be hard, but you knew you would make it, cause after all you were strong. You hugged your big brother as tightly as you could, you felt him place his head on you head and you smiled.
“No problem baby.” He said smiling as well. He knows it’ll be rough, and he’s gonna be there every step of the way.
A few minutes past and he felt you go limp, he looked down at you and saw you resting on him happily asleep. He smiled to himself seeing you so calm, he carried you and softly placed you on the bed and tucked you in. Kissing your cheek he then left you to sleep, he walked over to the door and turned off the light. “Sweet dreams princess.” he whispered and closed the door.
GAH. thank you all for staying even though I barely post anymore. I’ll try my best to post as much as I can, but recently I’ve just lost motivation. I still like writing and love writing these one shots but I feel really MEGH. anyways I hope everyone has had overall good holidays and vacations!
