Supernatural One-Shots

Love Yourself (Death x plus sized!reader)

Death had been around for eons, meeting people on the last day of their lives. He had seen so many different types of people. He'd heard many souls calling out to him, but none like yours. You were different. You weren't a hunter since you preferred research, but you'd met Death through the Winchesters. Death didn't think anything would come of it. You were just another human. Or were you?

You had greeted Death with a smile on your face, laughing at all his sarcastic remarks. You had a confidence about you that Death admired. It didn't matter that you were slightly bigger than some. That's right, you were what the world considered to be plus-sized. That didn't really matter to Death. Physical appearance never had. What mattered was how confident you seemed to be and that you loved yourself.

You had never let the fact that you were plus-sized get in the way of your work. If the boys needed someone to be bait, you volunteered. You had pushed past the every ugly comments said to you concerning your weight a long time ago and you felt sexy. It was a treat to dress up for you. You wore clothing flattering to your figure and you strutted your stuff as if you were the most gorgeous person in the room. To Death, that was what made the difference.

You came out of your room in the bunker one night, dressed to the nines. Death was there, talking to the boys when you came out. Death tuned out whatever Sam was saying to look at you. You didn't look at all bashful about what you were wearing. "Whoa, where are you going, Y/N?" Dean asked, cutting Sam off. You grinned. "Going out with Jody, Donna, and Cas. We're enjoying a night out between hunts."

"You look good. Knock 'em dead." You laughed and grabbed your keys. Death's eyes followed your form as you walked up the stair toward the door of the bunker. "See you later. Don't wait up," you said with a wink before leaving. Death sat staring at the empty space you'd just been occupying, his hand clenched around his cane. The thought of you with someone else brought up foreign feeling.

Death was certain no one would appreciate you the way he did. No matter how confident you were, there were still people who wouldn't see you the way Death did. They would still make fun of you like juveniles. They wouldn't find you as drop dead gorgeous or as sexy as Death found you. Even though you exuded confidence, Death knew there was a kind and generous heart under there that would break if pushed too hard.

"Uh, Death?" Death turned his gaze back toward Sam. "Did you hear anything I just said?" Death rolled his eyes. "I am aware of your plan, Sam. And what are you smirking at, Dean?" Dean froze in his spot as Death's dark eyes turned on him. Dean cleared his throat. "I couldn't help but notice the attention you were giving Y/N just now." Death arched a brow.

"You just noticed or were you simply waiting for an opportunity to bring it up?" Death asked, voice laced with sarcasm. Dean shrugged. "Point is that you like Y/N and it's pretty obvious." Death brushed the shoulder of his suit nonchalantly. "I am Death, Dean. I have been alive for eons. I do not like people. I admire their souls. And yes, Y/N has a rather beautiful soul. I find their confidence rather...intriguing."

Dean let out a snort of laughter. "You find it sexy is more like." Death bit back a groan. "You find me sexy?" Death whipped his head up to see you standing there. How had he not heard the door open again? You were looking down at him with a smirk. "Did you forget something, Y/N?" Sam asked. He was now sporting the same smirk as Dean. "Nah. Got a text from Jody. Something came up with Alex, so we rescheduled. Kinda glad we did."

You made your way back down the stair to stand in front of Death's chair. "So, you think my soul is beautiful and sexy?" you asked with an arched brow. The boys took that as their cue to leave. "We'll let you talk." They left you alone with Death. The man in question stood up and let his gaze wander. "Death? Are you going to answer my question?"

He didn't reply. He set his cane to the side before his long arms wrapped around you. The way he was looking at you made you feel self-conscious for the first time in a long time. You let your gaze drop to the floor, but Death wasn't having it. "Do not turn shy on me now, Y/N." He used a hand to gently lift your chin up so you would look at him. "You are beautiful." You looked into his eyes and saw them shining with something you couldn't quite place. "No, Death. You are beautiful."