supernatural preferences

Dean x black plus sized reader💛

For my girly! Sorry it is extremely late! Princesswagger17

Warnings: BODY SHAMING!

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"You have no idea what people think of you, do you?" The demon spat at you with a twisted grin.you stood there in front of him with an angel blade gripped tightly in your hand. 
"They look at you, and whisper about how ugly you are. They take one look and want to walk the other direction." His grin broadens when he notices a hurt flash in your eyes. "Shut up, you don't know shit." You growled at him. 
"Oh, so you're fiery are you?" He asks in amusement. He walks towards you swinging his arms about in a child-like manner. 
Your heart began to race at his movements.

"You have no idea who you're dealing with do you?" You asked, trying to keep confident. 
"Oh you're the Winchesters little bitch aren't you? Oh we've heard lots about you." He took another step forward. 
"You do know that they both think you're fat don't you? I mean c'mon look you sweetheart, you can't disagree." He spat at you with a dark chuckle.

Tears came to your eyes. Your grip on the blade tightened, and you were about to say something back but before you could someone spoke up. 

"Wow, another fucking liar… don't you have anything better to do?" Dean's voice cut through the now silent space. You turned your head to look at him. Shying away a bit because of what the demon had said, and because of Dean's eyes.

You suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable in your body. You had always been curvy, bigger than other girls but you had begun to love yourself. Hearing the demon say that made that self-love begin to unravel. 
Dean's black eyes darted to look at you for a second as if checking to see if you were ok. 

"Well, Winchester, seeing as you're calling me a liar doesn't that mean that you're one too? If demons are liars, and so are hunters then I guess, you have quite a sharp tongue Dean." The demons eyes gleamed in amusement. 
"It's good to know I have a sharp tongue, seeing as you have the words that cut like butter knives you dick." Dean smirked at him, and the demon's grin fell. 

You stood there watching the scene unfold, and as you did thoughts swam through your mind. Not just of what was going on, but of your past when people used to make fun of you. It brought tears to fall to your plush cheeks staining the dark delicate skin that encompassed you. 

The demon looked your way, "Awe darlin' you're crying. What happened, did my words cut you up?" He asked like a mother speaking to her child who fell on the playground. "Don't. Don't you ever speak to her. Do you hear me you black eyed son of a bitch? You talk to her again and see what happens." Dean threatened his jaw clenching along with his fists. 

"Oh don't act like you care Winchester." He seethed. "You know she's just the ugly bitch you drag around with you so you won't feel guilty for leaving her fat ass behind." The demon laughed before suddenly lunging at you. You readied yourself but before you could do anything he fell to the floor in a mess of glowing lights and the sound of an almost electric shock. You jumped back and quickly looked up just to see Dean standing before you. 

Your breath was caught in your throat as tears poured more while you stared into his onyx eyes. 
"You ok Sweetheart?" He asked with his deep silk-like voice. 
You closed your eyes tight, dropped the blade and quickly wrapped your arms around yourself. You were scared of what he truly thought of you. Every time you met him after he had become a demon, he was brutally honest, almost casually cruel.  You had no idea what he was going to say or think. 
"Why did you do that Dean? You and I both know what he said was true, so there's no use in lying to my fucking face." You snapped at him. 

He took a step closer and you took one back. Before you could speak again he raised his voice.
"Damn it (y/n), you're gorgeous. How do you not see it. He's a liar and you know it. You're beautiful. Your body is beautiful and you deserve to be worshiped. Every inch of you." He said as he stepped closer grabbing your arms and unfolding them. 

You were in a warehouse so absolutely no one was around you. He knelt in front of you lifting the hem of your shirt gently. You looked down at him in fear and awe at his actions. He placed his lips on the deep rich color of the skin on your belly. Leaving trails of kisses across you, kissing over your hips, over the stretch marks you were so ashamed of. Tears once again came to your eyes. 

"You're beautiful, so beautiful Sweetheart." He mumbled against your skin. He made his way back up so he could place a kiss to your plush pouty lips. He could taste the salty tears but paid them no mind. 

"Dean, are you lying?" You ask genuinely. "I'd never lie to my best girl. I'll tell you everyday, I'll kiss every inch of you everyday to prove to you how beautiful you are." He said and kissed your forehead. His hand moved up to run through your dark curls. "Every damn day."