Supernatural Imagines

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Oh goodness, you're an amazing writer! I was wondering if you can do an imagine where reader is overweight (but still able to kick ass and hunt things) and she's just feeling super depressed about her looks (cause she always notices Sam and Dean picking up skinny model types at the bars) and Dean notices she's feeling sad and he comforts her and they end up getting together and it's super fluffy? Sorry for the long request. haha. I love you! <3

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Hi. You’re so sweet! And I’m so sorry it’s taken me ages to write this. I’ve just been really busy with school. But I hope it was worth the wait!

Warnings: Reader is a bit self-conscious about her weight.

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“What were you after?” the blonde bartender asks Dean, leaning forward so that her chest is in full display.

“That depends. What’s your specialty?” Dean replies, equally flirtatious.

“Anything you want.”

“Can I get a coke, please?” you cut in.

The bartender’s eyes flicked to you briefly. “Sure.”

As she walked away to get your drink, you couldn’t help but stare at her perfectly toned body. If this girl wanted to, she could easily be payed to walk the runways of Paris. She just had that kind of figure.

You gazed down at your own body self-consciously. Years of hunting ensured that you were reasonably fit but you knew that it probably wouldn’t hurt to lose a couple of kilos. Unfortunately, you just weren’t built in the same way that the bartender was. You weren’t built like the kind of girls Dean liked.

When the bartender handed you your drink, you pushed away from the bar, muttering, “I’ll just leave you guys to it.” You went and sat down in the corner, the sounds of the bartender’s flirtatious laughter occasionally reaching you over the noise of the bar.

Five minutes later, you were staring into the depths of your drink when someone sat down in the chair opposite you.

You looked up, preparing to tell whoever it was that you weren’t interested, when you realised who it was sitting opposite you.

“Okay. What’s up?” Dean asked.

“What makes you think something’s up?”

“For one thing, you’re sitting in the corner on your own over here. For another, I have never known you to shut up in all the time I’ve known you. But tonight, I’ve barely heard a word out of you. What gives?”

“Did you get her number?” you asked abruptly.

“What?” Dean queried, startled with the sudden change of subject.

“The bartender,” you explained. “Did you get her number?”

“Um, I think I might have it written down somewhere…”

“Of course you do. Because she’s blonde and pretty and can pull off wearing tight clothes. She’s practically a model. And I’m not,” you added on bitterly.

“What’s all this about?” Dean questioned.

“Dean, I’m not blind. You have a type. Sam too. You both go for the pretty girls, who are rake thin. And that’s fine and all, but sometimes, you know…”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Sometimes it’s just hard not being that type!” you burst out.

“That’s what this is about? You think I could never be interested in you because you don’t have the ‘perfect’ body?”

“I don’t think it. I know it.”

“Well, Y/N, I hope you haven’t put any money on that. Because you know what? Yeah, the waitress is hot. But do you think she could take down a werewolf in hand to hand combat? Do you think she could cleanly slice the head off a vampire? Do you think she’d be prepared to put her life on the line every day in order to protect people she’s never met?”

“Well, no, but -”

“No buts,” Dean interrupted. “I want you to listen to me very carefully. That girl over there? She caught my eye, sure, but I’ve only known her for ten minutes or something. This time next week, I probably won’t even remember her name. But you, on the other hand…Y/N, you’ve never stopped catching my eye.”

“You…what?” Your heart was rattling the bars of its cell, threatening to break free from your ribcage. “What are you saying, Dean?”

“What I’m saying is that, yeah, you probably wouldn’t have caught my eye if we’d met for 10 minutes in a bar. But we didn’t meet in a bar. We met on a hunt. And I’m forever grateful for that because if we’d crossed paths in any other way, I wouldn’t know you the way I do. And if I didn’t know you the way I do, I wouldn’t love you,” Dean explained.

“You love me?” you squeaked out.

“Is it really that surprising?” he joked.

“Well, a little. I mean, I just wouldn’t have thought you’d ever be interested in someone like me -”

“Y/N, why do you say, 'someone like me’ as though it’s a bad thing? Because in my opinion, it’s one of the best things there is.”

“Are you for real?” you asked.

“Yep. And I’m also still waiting on an answer.”

“To what?” you asked in confusion.

“Well, I told you how I feel about you. So now would probably be a good time to confess your undying love for me…” he trailed off nervously.

You grinned. “If that’s what you want, then I guess I can probably let you have that,” you teased, before growing serious once more. “But seriously, Dean. I do feel the same way about you. I always have.”

You were prevented from saying anything more as Dean’s lips captured your own, stealing all the words they needed to hear.

You pulled back, giggling. “What is it?” Dean asked.

“Before I told you how I felt, you were nervous,” you explained. “I made Dean Winchester nervous!”

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Thanks for reading! And be prepared for a lot more posts over the next few days. I’m on holidays now and I plan on catching up with requests!

There might be a couple of mistakes in this because I have to go help with my ferrets now.

Anyway, please don’t repost without giving credit!