Requested: Hola! request for dean x reader: the reader’s current boyfriend always puts her down and one day threatens to break up with her if she doesn’t lose weight, even though she’s not even plus-sized or anything. She constantly pushes her body to the limit to lose weight and Dean notices. it ends all fluffy and protective! Dean comes out and has a “talk” with the boyfriend. side note for anyone reading this: YOUR BODY IS BEAUTIFUL💗🥺
Warnings: Self-loathing, abusive relationship, body image issues, language probably, fluff, a little angst. I think that’s everything.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 178911Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlgWBZ75R1t
Angry tears rolled down your face as you stood on the scale that you kept hidden in your room so that the boys didn’t see. Hating the fact that the numbers on the scale no matter how hard you tried never changed. They always stayed the same, staring at you, taunting you.
Your current boyfriend, Brad, said you needed to lose some weight. Says it’s embarrassing to be seen out in public with someone who is starting to resemble a whale. Someone who “apparently can’t push the plate back, and a pretty face means nothing if you’re a fat ass."
You never thought you were fat before now, but now that he pointed it out when you looked in the mirror it was all you could see.
Cursing, you kick the scale back underneath your bed, and start to get dressed for the day, thankful that you didn’t have a hunt you had to go on today with the boys, but also annoyed that it was pouring down rain outside, and you couldn’t go on your run that you started to do every morning.
You’d tried everything. Exercising until you nearly passed out, cutting back on your eating and sometimes skipping meals altogether, diet pills that were supposed to boost your metabolism, but those just made you hungry, and antsy all at the same time. All to no avail.
Your phone lit up with another text message from Brad, one that you ignored, you just couldn’t tell him that you weren’t losing weight, and you knew that’s what he was checking in to ask about.
A knock on your door disturbed you from your self-loathing as you pulled the oversized pullover on, and some sweats. Clothes meant to hide your hideous figure. The only ones you felt comfortable wearing these days.
"Morning beautiful,” Dean said, sticking his head in the door and grinning widely at you. “I’m making pancakes! You wanna come to join me?” he asked hopefully.
You hated to break his heart, but something as fattening as pancakes were just a no goes right now.
“Thanks, Dean, but I think I’m going to pass. I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling very well this morning."
Dean gave you a very concerned looked but just nodded.
"Okay Sweetheart, you want me to make you something else? Some soup or something?"
Coming into the room Dean closes the door and closes the distance between you, trying to check your temperature.
"No that’s okay Dean, I’ll just grab a grapefruit or something,” you tell him and try to push past him, but he caught your arm and stopped you.
“Y/N, what’s going on? You haven’t been eating like you normally did in over a month. If your that sick maybe I should have Cas look at you or something.”
Pulling away from him as he sat down on your bed you turned your back to him and started to fold some laundry and put it away so that you would have something to do with yourself, and you wouldn’t start crying to Dean about how you were a fat ass.
“I’ll be fine Dean, you worry too much,” you tell him.
When he didn’t respond you thought he’d left, but when you turned around he was sitting there with your phone in his hands looking down at it, and man if looks could kill, whatever he was reading; and whoever it was from would be dead.
“Y/N what the fuck is this?” he asked you, looking up he showed you the last few text messages that you’d received from Brad, the one’s telling you that you were an embarrassment, the ones telling you that you couldn’t be seen around him again until you lost some weight, the one from this morning asking you if you had weighed yourself.
“I… Uh… It’s just… He’s just worried about me Dean. He wants to make sure I’m healthy."
You could tell by the look on Dean’s face that went over about as well as throwing a lead-filled balloon.
Dean got up from where he was sitting, putting your phone in his pocket, and closed the distance between you again, grabbing you on either side of your face and forcing you to look at him.
"You are NOT fat. Y/N, you barely weigh 100 lbs as it is soaking wet. This is abuse. You have to break it off with this dick. Is this why you haven’t been eating lately? You trying to lose weight for that sick bastard?” Dean questioned, and you could only nod as a tear slipped down your cheek.
You couldn’t lie to Dean, you ever could.
He caught it with the pad of his thumb. Shaking his head, he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug.
“You’re not seeing Brad anymore,” he said, his voice was deep and angry. “This is crossing a line Y/N. If he doesn’t love you for who you are when he doesn’t deserve you at all. This is crossing the line to physical abuse, Sweetheart."
Placing a chased kiss to the top of your forehead his lips lingered on you longer than they should have before he put his finger under your chin, making you look up at him.
"I’m going to make a quick supply run, just something I’m going to need for later tonight, then when I get back I’m going to fix some of those burgers you like so much, you’re going to eat, and then you and I are going to pile up in my room and watch shit TV and eat junk food for the rest of the day. Okay?"
Tears were rolling down your face at this point, and you couldn’t even stop it if you wanted to.
"Why do you care so much, Dean?” you asked him. His piercing green eyes searching yours, and you couldn’t tell if he was angry or…hurt?
“I’ve always cared about you Y/N. You just never let me show you, I’ve been trying for years, and you….”
Cutting himself all he shook his head, pulling you tight to his chest, he leaned down and brushed his lips over your own, sending a shock wave through your body, one that you needed. It jolted you, almost like it woke you up from this spell you had put yourself under. One where you had convinced yourself that someone loved you when they were just some sick pervert.
In all the kisses that Brad had given you, there was nothing there, but Dean… When Dean did it, there was more love and feeling put in that one kiss than you had ever experienced in your life.
Brad never loved you. He was using you like something to manipulate and control, but Dean… There was something there, and he’d been trying so hard, and you always refused to see it.
Pulling away from you Dean gave you a tight smile before giving you a peck on your lips and heading for the door.
“Wait, Dean! I’ll go with you,” you offered him, but he turned around and pulled your phone from his pocket. Looking at you for a moment before looking back down at it. Throwing it onto your bed.
“Sweetheart, you don’t want to go with me for this.”
The realization hit you like a fast-moving truck.
“Dean, I’m going to call things off with Brad,” you said, picking up the phone, texting Brad, telling him that you were through and he could go fuck himself, cause that’s all he deserved was a text message. "You don’t have to do anything stupid.”
“We’re just going to talk,” Dean said, making his way down the hallway with you hot on his heels.
“No, Dean he’s not worth it."
Dean turned around and looked at you, snacking his arm around your waist, and brushing your hair back behind your ear. "You may not exactly feel the same way I do about you sweetheart, but he hurt my girl, and he’s not going to get off that easy.”
Leaning down his lips found yours, more demanding this time, serious, but still, enough love there to make you literally weak in your knees, and you couldn’t stop yourself from melting into him.
“I’ll be back in less than an hour, and we’ll make those burgers."
With that, he got into the car and headed towards your now ex-boyfriends house.
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An hour later when Dean pulled back into the bunker you were sitting on one of the old cars in the garage of the bunker. Waiting on the man that you were very quickly figuring out you had feelings for all alone and were very scared that would get himself into more trouble "talking” to Brad than you or Sam could get him out of.
Relief washed over you when he opened the door and made his way over to you, walking with a little bit of a strut that very much screamed “alpha male,” and you couldn’t help but smirk at him while you shook your head.
“Well?”
Dean made to wrap his arms around you, and you saw his knuckles, red, angry, and little bloody.
“Oh my God Dean, you said you were just going to talk to him!” you said in a rush, grabbing his hand to make sure his knuckles were okay, as he wrapped his free arm around you.
“When I pulled up he wouldn’t come to the door, and when I picked the lock I found him with another girl on his couch, well that pissed me off even more. He hadn’t even got your text message, he was too… busy."
Your jaw hit the floor and anger flooded through your everything all at once. All this time you had been pushing your body to the limits, and starving yourself in order to please him, but he was busy fucking another girl.
Dean grabbed either side of your face and made you look at him before brushing his lips over yours again, determined to show you how he really felt about you.
He kissed you drunk, making you forget all about Brad, slowly putting you back together again with every little touch, every little kiss.
When he finally pulled away he helped you down off of the car, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you to him.
"Now, we’re going to make those burgers, go to my room, and we’re not leaving it until your mine. No one hurts my girl and gets away with it. Let me fix all that fucked up shit he did to you.”
And you intended to let him because you were his girl, and from the looks of it, you should have been all along, so you had a lot of catching up to do. Catching you looked forward to doing.
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