#this turned into a full on rant in the tags but idgaf. if someone has a problem with it they can go fuck themselves.

[starlit-roses-ships]

i just want my f/os to wrap me up and give me a hug and tell me everything's gonna be okay. is that so much to ask ;_;

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Dean Spam #4: Chubby - Request

Requested by @totheworldosanime​: Could you write a Dean winchester ×reader where the reader is definitely plus size and so can’t do all the “cute couple things”? Like the guy pick her up and spin her around or can’t do piggy back rides? Maybe somethin like she is their librarian and so doesn’t do feild work as much. & anon: chubby reader and dean she’s wearing spandex shorts and a Tshirt on a hunt with a utility belt where she has her guns and spells.

Hidden Word: Yoda by @belloangelus​

Warning: Implied smut, mean comments, very short.

A/N: I don’t know why people think chubby means insecure, but I’m not going with it. Maybe this is too much, maybe some of you will think reader is coming off like a bitch. Idgaf.

Enjoy!

The two brothers rested against the black Impala, which was hotter than usual because it was parked right in the middle of the empty street, with the sun reflecting all over it. Both men had a beer in hand and, surprisingly enough, they both had sunglasses on.

“Do you really think she’ll come?” Asked the taller one, looking down to his brother.

“Of course she will, I asked her to.”

“She doesn’t like field work…” The taller insisted.

“So?” Replied his brother, “She likes me, and that is more than enough.”

Before they could continue arguing, the roar of another car broke the silence in which they had been waiting. They turned around, as a red Mustang approached. Three silhouettes could be seen from afar, two of which were male and one, the driver, female.

“I told you she’d come,” replied the eldest, slurping down the last sip of his beer.

The car parked right by the Impala, the brothers walked closer to it, smiling to the passengers with gratitude.

“Next time, I want to drive shotgun,” one of the men argued, he had been sitting in the back and was now leaving the car angrily. His all-black outfit had a nice contrast against the red car.

“Next time, you are not coming,” the other man snapped back, leaving the car as well. His trench coat felt out of place because of the weather, yet he didn’t seem to notice.

“Enough with the sword fight, guys,” she said, still from the inside. “We all know mine is bigger.”

Both men rolled their eyes as the taller brother laughed. The other one had walked to her side of the car to open the door and help her out.

“Dean,” she greeted flirtingly.

“(Y/N),” he replied in the same voice tone.

“Just lick each other’s faces already,” the man in black groaned and turned his back to them.

“Not until I say hello to Sam,” She said with a smirk. “Hello, Sam.”

“Hello, (Y/N),” Sam greeted back, trying to hold back a chuckle.

“Now, come here,” Dean purred and held her face between his hands before ravishing her lips in a playful kiss.

“I will never understand humans,” the one in the trench coat commented, tilting his head as he stared at the couple, “he kisses her but he doesn’t kiss you, Sam, like that… He doesn’t kiss you at all.”

They went back to their cars, this time the angel in the trench coat decided to go on the Impala, allowing his companion to drive shotgun in the Mustang. They chose a diner, not far from the motel in which the brothers were staying at.

The waitress was a pretty girl, probably working there because there was nothing else she was good at, except blow jobs perhaps. She could’ve been a model if she was a bit taller, but she wasn’t and instead she was serving them.

Her grey eyes were on Dean, hating the idea of him being all over (Y/N). While the rest of them ordered, he couldn’t help but to kiss her face and whisper sweet nothings into her ear.

“What about you, handsome?” The waitress interrupted, trying to get some attention for herself. She was used to have all of the customers drooling over her.

“I’m having a number three with extra cheese and extra bacon,” he replied instantly.

The waitress did a couple more, unnecessary and stupid, questions about his order, and Dean, being the gentleman he was, answered to all of them without hesitation. (Y/N), in an attempt to keep herself from killing the waitress, looked outside the window by her side.

There was a couple right across the street. It was a bus stop and one of them had just returned from a trip. The boy didn’t hesitate to lift his girlfriend up, swirling her around with joy; this made (Y/N) smile, for she adored to see other couples in love.

“It must be hard,” the waitress commented, dragging everyone’s attention to her, “not being able to do all that cute stuff because of your weight.”

(Y/N) laughed, nonchalantly, and pressed a hand against Dean’s chest to keep him from saying anything. “No, not at all. I’m too much of a woman to be carried around like a doll.”

“Oh, burn,” the demon mumbled as a devilish smile grew across his face.

“I… I don’t get it…” She stuttered.

“I’d recommend you to get back to the kitchen, eat a bit more to see if you get what I mean,” (Y/N) winked.

“Well,” The waitress continued, feeling offended by her attitude, “I guess you can carry him like Yoda or something.”

“I bet you’d like that,” (Y/N) faked a smile and handed the menu to the waitress, who took it without really looking at it.

The dinner went by without any further comment about her weight, like always. Sam and Dean paid the meal, and then they all went to the Motel room, where they started getting prepared for the hunt.

Sam had given (Y/N) a special soap to bath with. They were hunting vampires, and Sam had read the recipe in a book under the promise that it would hide a human from the vampire’s keen sense of smell.

She showered with the soap, which was slimy and coloured in a very dark red that resembled her of coagulated blood. Then, she got dressed with spandex shorts, a t-shirt and put on her utility belt - and invention of hers with which she could carry around everything she needed for the hunt.

After leaving the shower, she hopped on the Impala, where Castiel and Crowley were already waiting. The brothers had rented another room for Dean and (Y/N) to stay in, and so they had two showers for each one of them.

Fifteen minutes later, they were all in the car, ready to go on for the hunt.

They were hiding at an abandoned movie theatre. Dean parked the car far enough for them to move comfortably, and helped his girlfriend out of the car.

“Wow, you’re wearing that?” He inquired, instantly looking down at her bare legs.

“Yup,” she replied listlessly, fixing her utility belt, which had gone out of place during the drive.

“Why?” Dean insisted.

“I sweat during hunts,” she answered, “it’s my consequence for never doing field work…”

“You are always welcome to come with us,” Sam added, walking past them to the trunk to get out his weapons.

“Yeah, specially wearing that… You know we have a room for ourselves, right?” Dean commented, giving her the perve-puppy eyes.

“I know,” She winked and then walked away, leaving Dean almost drooling.

The utility belt turned out to be a lot more useful than the Winchesters gave it credit. Dean couldn’t help but to cheer out loud everytime she popped a new hex-bag or weapon out of it, always comparing it to Batman’s and praising (Y/N).

Crowley didn’t do much, he only made sure the vampires didn’t went out of the place, they needed to interrogate them. Castiel did his usual job, and Sam finished the work along with the angel by tying every individual with ropes, for interrogation.

(Y/N), who was the intellectual one of the group, took over the interrogation, getting the information they needed after a couple trick questions. Then, Crowley took every vampire’s life within seconds.

It had been awfully simple, which could only mean things would be getting worse, eventually. However, that night they had a victory and they would enjoy it as long as it lasted.

Sam went out to a bar, trying to find someone to hook up with, while Castiel followed along, in an attempt to understand human behaviour a bit better. Crowley disappeared, and (Y/N) and Dean were left alone at last.

They were at the Impala’s hood, looking at the sky, although it had no starts. The moon was split in half, but shining bright over them, and the sounds of the city invaded the air. It smelled of gasoline and dirt, but that was their own little paradise.

“(Y/N)…” Dean called. They had put music but the cassette had finished a long time ago and they hadn’t even noticed.

“Hmmm,” she replied, looking at him.

“What did I do to deserve you?” He flirted, making her smile.

“I believe it was the fact that you stopped the Apocalypse,” She said. “I honestly can’t think of any other reason why you would be deserving of such a beauty.”

Dean chuckled. “You may be joking, but you really are the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I agree,” she continued, “because you are also the best thing that ever happened to me.”

He leaned closer to her, kissing her lightly. “You know we’re not a conventional couple?”

“Yes, thank God,” She smiled, “imagine how boring it would be?”

“Yeah…” Dean mumbled, “You do know why I’m saying it right?”

“I know.”

“That bitch… Who does she think she is?” Dean grunted.

“She’s insecure. She lives under the sense that being stereotypically beautiful will make her life better and, when she saw us, her whole bubble fell and she got defensive,” She explained calmly.

“How can you be so chill with that?” Dean argued.

“I pity every girl who isn’t me,” She answered without hesitation, and Dean laughed.

“I’m turning our romantic moment into a rant, aren’t I?” Dean blushed, hiding his face with his hands.

“No, not at all,” She whispered, full of sarcasm.

“Fine, I’ll stop,” he gave up, “why don’t we take advantage of that room for ourselves… Get cosy, and snuggle… Maybe make out a bit…”

“You think you can handle this woman?” She purred.

“No, but I think she can handle me in any way she wants…”

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