Supernatural imagines

Sam x reader skinny love

Y/n pov:
"GOD DAMN IT y/n!" Bobby yelled as you all went into his house. Your eyes starting to water. "YOU AND YOUR FAT ASS ALMOST GOT US KILLED! FOR FUCKS SAKE GET IN GOD DAMN SHAPE AND LOOSE SOME WEIGHT!" Bobby yelled and stormed off to his kitchen. You went to your room and flopped onto your bed. Giving up, you threw your bag on the floor and went to your dresser. Opening it and shuffling around some clothes you grab your wallet and shove it in your butt pocket. Closing the dresser you sneak downstairs and head off to the store.

"Y/n?" Dean asked, snapping you out of your daze. "Sorry Dean, you were saying?" He gave a small smile and sam put a hand on your shoulder. "Go get some sleep. You look exhausted, no offence." You gave Sam a small smile and got up quickly. The room spinning a little, your vision blackening. Your hand reached out for a chair to hold onto. "Y/n?" Sam said worriedly and you shook them off and headed off to your room. Flopping down on the bed, you grabbed the diet pills from under your night stand and took a few. Dry swallowing them, and putting the package back under the stand. Good girl, keep doing this. You'll get skinny one day. You'll finally be beautiful. So keep not eating you fat cow. The voice in your head... Ana as you call her said. She was right and came into your head pretty fast after the incident with Bobby a year ago. Since then you had dropped 58 pounds. But it still wasn't enough, you were still big. Fat, fat, fat. Stop it. Stop. Don't you dare eat. Your stomach flipped and soon you were opening the door to your room and rushing to the bathroom. Just hardly making it to the toilet when you threw up. "Y/n?!" You heard Sam yelling for you. He will make you eat fat ass. Close the damn door and lock it. So you did, kicking the door shut and turning back to the toilet to throw up more. "I'm coming in." Sam said as you threw up again. "Oh y/n." Sam said softly and held your hair back. Rubbing circles on your back while you dry heaved. Blood coming out of your mouth. "Y/n.. Are you okay?" Sam whispered and you nodded. "Please... Just go." He shook his head and flushed the toilet. Grabbing a cloth be wet it as you leaned against the tub. He dabbed it against your cold skin. You shivered and Sam put the cloth on the sink and picked you up. "I'm to heavy, put me down." He sighed "Your really light actually." He laid you down on your bed and he covered you up in blankets. "Don't leave... Please." Your voice was soft. Almost to quiet to head, but Sam did. He sat on the bed and laid down over top of the covers, he held you close and your eyes slowly dropped.

"Y/n?" Sam whispered as you stirred awake. "Mhmm?" "What are these?" You fucking idiot you should've hid them better. Ana screamed at you. "Nothing, just some pills." "Yeah pills for loosing weight. Why? Your skinny enough as is." He sounded concerned. Your eyes opened only to have Sam's beautiful eyes staining at you. "Cause I'm not skinny." Stupid answer you fucking idiot. He's going to take them away now. "You are, my god you have no weight to loose. Your skin and bones, no wonder you've been passing out so much. I'm such an Idiot for not seeing it." You looked away. "Don't say that. It's not your fault. I just want to be smaller." You dumb ass, you don't want to be small you want to be thin! "Stop it." You whispered to yourself and Sam looked at you weird. "Stop what?" He asked "Not you." "Then who?" "Ana?" Shut up! Your gonna get us caught. "Ana." You whispered. "Who's Ana?" He asked curiously. Shut up you fucking idiot! "Voice in my head." "What's Ana saying?" "That I'm not skinny enough." "That's a lie. Baby please, please get better. Your sickly not skinny. This isn't normal. Please, please." "Did you just call me baby?" "Sorry." Sam said and dropped his head down. Refusing to look you in the eyes. "Sam?" "I want to help you, I want you better. I want Ana gone. You need her gone. Please, let me in, let me help." He's not right, he's wrong your not skinny don't you dare. "Make it stop." Your voice shook and Sam grabbed your hand. "I will, I promise. But you need to realize this isn't healthy. Baby I want you healthy. We can take this one step at a time." He kissed your cheek. "Promise we will take it slow." "I promise." He whispered.