Supernatural Imagines and Stories

Beauty

      You stood in the bathroom, just absentmindedly staring at yourself. You stared at the scars from hunts gone wrong, the little bit of skin hanging over your shorts, the nonexistent gap between your legs. Honestly, you tried not to do this to yourself, but it got so hard. You were there when gorgeous women threw themselves at Dean's feet. Plus, you noticed how you didn't look like the women in magazines and social media. Time passed quickly, too quickly. The boys weren't supposed to be back from the supply run this early. As you stared and knitpicked at your 'flaws', a few soft taps came through the bathroom door.

     "Hey sweetheart. You in there?" Dean's deep voice sounded. You were too upset to answer. "Honey, you okay?" Still no reply passed your lips. A look of worry and fear flashed over Dean's face at the silence. "Fine. I'm coming in." Just as he went to pick it, you unlocked the door. Slowly, the door creaked open and Dean rushed in. He saw your tear stained face and the quiver of your chin. "Hey, hey baby what's wrong?" He tread over to you then put his hands on your shoulders. Raising your glassy e/cs to his worried greens, you sniffled, "Why am I not beautiful Dean? Why do I not look like the other women? What's wrong with me?" A look of pure shock and a flicker of anger crossed over his face.

   "What the hell are you talking about? Baby, you're absolutely stunning. You look amazing covered head to toe in filth or in a ballgown. You wanna know why you don't look like the fakes? Because your body is real and their bodies are photoshopped. Plus, they don't take care of themselves. They work out so much it's unhealthy and they starve themselves. I'm so glad baby that you don't look like them. I'm glad you look like you. Because sweetheart, your body is perfect the way it is." Dean finished his speech with a kiss to your forehead. A few more tears slipped out of your already watery eyes at his sweet words.

    You had never thought about those models that way. All you saw was thigh gaps and flawless skin. Dean added one more thing to ice the cake,"Would you be able to save the world or save my ass if you starved yourself? If you couldn't hardly eat and be okay without going overboard?" You smiled softly and shyly shook your head,"No Dean I couldn't. I'd feel terrible and I would be hurting myself." He raised an eyebrow to show that he was right. You wrapped your arms around his middle as he pulled you into his strong, safe embrace. Dean gently kissed you, his love and adoration for you poured into the kiss. Once you both stopped to take a breath, he whispered in the air you shared, "Please never forget how beautiful and loved you are. Please."

I know this is short, but I've kinda been struggling with body image lately. I hope if you have too, that this helps. If you want to talk, you can to me. I know it's weird because I'm a random stranger, but I mean it. Rock on beautiful people!

-J