supernatural smut dean x reader

dean x reader 3: worry

TW: ED
For just over six months you'd been facing the uncertainty of an eating disorder that had torn through you like nothing you'd ever experienced. It started on a hunt, you 5'4 and chubby supposed to be the bait for a vamp they were hunting. You flirted your ass off to no avail before the vamp finally stated "Sorry babe I'm not in to fat girls." It was so cold you were hardly sure he said it at all.

Dean had killed him later but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him what the vamp had said to you. Not that it mattered anymore. That was May, it was November now and you'd dropped so much weight you've been having a hard time standing and hunting was near impossible.

"Y/n we've got a case it looks like a simple salt and burn a few hours from here you up for it?" Sam called walking into the kitchen.
"Yeah of course give me ten minutes." you replied slowly standing up walking back to you room.

You made it possibly seven steps before falling straight forward hitting your head on a chair on the way down splitting your eyebrow. You were knocked out cold.

"Y/N! ANSWER ME WAKE UP!" You heard Sam call through groggy ears.
"SAM WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?!?" You heard Dean say.

You were slowly opening your eyes as the boys stood over you worrying to pieces. You came to simply stating "Ouch."

Before you could attest Dean picked you up and carried you to your room laying you down on your bed.
"Y/n what's going on?" he asked flatly.
"Nothing Dean I just fell Im fine." you retorted.
"You don't look fine." Dean replied.

Your heart raced at the thought that the boys had noticed your slow decline into a shadow of the person you used to be.

Tears streamed down your face as Dean looked away from you. It had clicked all the times he asked you what you wanted to eat, all the times you'd declined claiming lack of hunger.

"Y/n.. you have to eat." He said the sadness in his voice so apparent.
"I can't." you responded.
"What happened did I do something? Did Sam do something? Who made you do this to yourself?" He asked tears welling.
"Dean no it wasn't you. It wasn't Sam either. You have to know..." you began to cry "I was never happy with myself. It's hard you know looking like I do. Then we go on a hunt and I can't even be bait, my entire job to lure a vamp out and I can't even do it? I'm too repulsing? To a dead vamp?"

You we're rambling through tears. Dean looking down at you brow furrowed.
"y/n I didn't realize.. you never told me." He said.
"I didn't want you to know Dean. I didn't want the attention I didn't need the worry." you said.

"y/n you are possibly the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Before six months ago you were you still are." He said
You winced at his recollection of the time, he'd known all along.
"Dean you don't have to say that I know what I am." you say sobbing slightly.
"I don't ever want to hear you talk like that again y/n." Dean said anger and sadness obvious in his voice.

He picked up your near skeletal figure and brought you to your room. Even before you'd dropped the weight he had a way of making you feel weightless in his strong arms. He laid you gently on your bed before walking over to your dresser to grab the first aid kit you normally used to sew him and Sam up.

He wiped your split brow with alcohol and inspected the damage.

"I don't think you need stitches." he said the anger still prevalent in his voice.
"Dean... I." You barley voiced.
"I'm sorry." He said before you could.
"No I'm sorry, you have so much on your mind and here I am just adding more to that. God I'm such an idiot." You cried.
"Y/n you come first. Always. No matter what stupid crap is going on you are my priority." He said.
"I love you Y/n." He said.
"I love you too Dean." You said.