30+ Days of Team Free Will Imagines

Day Sixteen

Prompt: Imagine having a bad day, so you just lie on the floor out of frustration. This confuses Castiel, but he lies beside you until you feel better + Imagine Castiel finding out that you're self-conscious about your weight.

Tags: Female!Reader, Self-Conscious!Reader, Reader/Castiel

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You can feel your thighs jiggling as you run, but you ignore it. This is the first time you've been out of the bunker in weeks. You needed to do something that isn't sparring, shooting, or binge watching Netflix. Sam would have come with you, but Dean dragged him on a grocery run instead, so it's just you today.

You take a right, turning onto a slightly busier street, and almost immediately wish you hadn't. You can practically feel people watching you. You know you look ridiculous. You're not a small woman, though you're not large, either. You're actually a healthy weight for a woman of your stature.

Despite this, you can't help feeling self-conscious about the jiggling of your thighs and the way your breasts bounce. You're glad you have headphones in, because you don't want to have to hear people whispering. You'll only imagine they're talking about you, even though they're probably not.

Spotting a smoothie shop, you head for it. A smoothie is exactly the thing to help you feel better. Maybe. Hopefully.

Running a little in place to keep your muscles warm, you desperately want one of the smoothies that leans more towards milkshake- the little shop has a Creamsicle flavored one you're definitely going to have to come back to try. Today, however, you find yourself compelled to choose something healthier in an attempt to look better. You go for a green smoothie with peach juice, spinach, fresh lime, peaches, mangos, and pineapple, and throw in a vitamin blend for the hell of it.

The smoothie is actually really good and you take small sips as you stretch a little outside the shop. Satisfied that you aren't going to tear anything, you stick your headphones in and continue your run.

You slow down to a brisk walk when you reach a park, admiring the changing colors in the leaves. There are some kids playing frisbee and a lady walking her dog. As you pass her, she shoots you what you can't help believing is a critical glance. You throw away your now empty smoothie cup in the nearest trash can and gradually pick up your pace.

By the time you get back to the Bunker, you're not feeling much better than when you left about an hour ago. You drop your Ipod on a table in the library and do some cool down stretches. Then you head to the kitchen for a cool glass of water. Castiel is sitting at the table eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You ruffle his hair fondly on your way past and he looks up to smile around his mouthful of food.

"How was your run?" he asks.

"Fine," you reply, sipping your water. I'm going to go read or something."

You slip down the hall, fighting the frustration in your chest. When you get to your room, you take a fast shower, and change into a t-shirt and sweats. You pull your hair into a messy bun.

You don't even make it to your bed. Instead, you just collapse between the bathroom and your bed, and spread yourself out on the floor. It's something you've always done when you're feeling frustrated, though you're not entirely sure why.

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You don't know how long you lay there before there's a soft knock at your bedroom door.

"What?" you snap, not bothering to move.

"Y/N?" Cas says softly, pushing the door open. "I- why are you in the floor?"