Sad Supernatural Imagines

#85 Sam - Fat Isn't Beautiful

Request from @Fusnif. I hope this is what you asked for!

Y/N p.o.v:

You stood there drinking in all the insults Sam threw at you.
"God, Y/N, you're so fat! Lose some weight. You're taking up so much fucking space!" Sam growled. You wanted to cry, but those tears only shed at night. Dean didn't know about how Sam hurt you. Dean didn't know that you hated yourself because of Sam. Sam never called you names when Dean was around, but when he wasn't, Sam would drown you in hatred. Sam never gave off the vibe of hurting someone intentionally, but here he was: calling you fat.
"You're probably over 500 pounds. Fat isn't beautiful, so I guess that makes you extremely ugly." Sam said with a laugh. You grabbed your keys and ran out of the bunker living room and to your car. You never took the same car as Sam and Dean. You got in your car and started it. You drove out of their as fast as you could. You thought over Sam's horrible words. Maybe he was right. Fat isn't beautiful. Maybe you should lose some weight. You drove to the nearest gym and went inside. No one was in there except you and one other guy. You were in leggings and a tank top. You walked over to a treadmill and looked at before getting on it.

~hours later~

You drove back to the bunker and saw the impala in front of it. You sighed in relief. Dean was back and probably with food. You smiled, but that smile immediately disappeared. Fat isn't beautiful. Well, eating was off the list now. You'd only drink water and exercise. Eating was out of the question. Eating made you fat and you were already obviously obese. You got out of your car and went inside. Dean ran up to you in concern.
"Where the-" You interrupted him.
"Working out." You responded. The tone you used meant that there was no further conversation to this. Dean took a deep breath.
"Okay. Food?" He asked. You shook your head.
"Ate on the way back." You responded. It was a lie, but Dean never saw through your lies. You saw Sam frown at you behind Dean's back.
"Well, I'll be in my room working out more. The gym closed at 9." You said and then walked to your room. You strolled into your room and closed the door locking it. You took off your tank top and leggings. You went to your dresser and pulled out a sports bra and shorts. You changed into the bra and slipped on the shorts. You threw your dirty clothes into your basket and then got out your old yoga mat from your closet. You started out with some simple stretches and then proceeded to do other work outs.

~months later~

The dark circles under your eyes were prominent from the lack of sleep you had because you never stopped working out. Your ribs were protruding from your stomach from not eating and yet you still thought you were fat. Sam hasn't spoken to you in weeks. He doesn't even look at you, so you must have been so disgustingly fat that it was too much for him to keep looking at you. You were currently in your room taking a break from working out.

Dean's p.o.v:

I was worried about Y/N. She hasn't been eating in months and has been excessively working out. When she wasn't sleeping, she was working out. When she wasn't working out, she was planning on working out more. She hardly slept. She'd be at the gym from the moment she woke up to the moment it closed and once it closed, she was in her room still exercising. I saw the way Sam looked anytime Y/N would walk into the room. He would look regretful and shameful. It was about time I had enough.
"Alright, Sam, I have had enough of this! What the hell is going on?! I need to know why Y/N is always working out and won't eat. I know this has something to do with you." I accused. Sam looked at me from the couch and then at the ground.
"I'm sorry, Dean." Sam whispered. My anger flared.
"What the hell did you say to her?!" I demanded. I needed to know what he said that is causing her to basically destroy her body.
"I called her fat and now I regret it." Sam answered. I walked up to Sam punched him in the jaw. I never expected this kind of behavior out of my caring little brother.
"You fucking idiot!" I yelled. Sam held his jaw and looked up at me with sad eyes.
"I'm sorry, Dean." He said. I shook my head and glared at him.
"Your apologies are shit, Samuel. You and I are going to go in Y/N's room and confront her. Now!" I yelled as Sam hesitated. I turned and then walked to Y/M's room. I heard Sam get up and walk after me. I opened up Y/N's door, happy that it was unlocked, but that feeling instantly went away. She was sitting on her bed looking extremely malnourished. She was skin and bones. She was only in shorts and a sports bra so I could see her ribs jutting out.
"Oh, my God." I heard my brother whisper. Y/N was breathing heavily. I ran to her and helped her up.
"We're taking you to the hospital." I said. Y/N didn't refuse surprisingly.
"Okay." She said softly.

~at the hospital~

The doctors put a tube in her, forcing Y/N to eat even though she hadn't refused. They knocked her out with some meds and she hasn't woken up yet.
"How could you say shit like that, Sammy?" I asked while holding Y/N's extremely skinny and cold hand.
"I don't know, Dean." Sam whispered. I could tell he was telling the truth. I sighed and looked at him. He had his face into his hands and was crying. The sniffles gave it away.
"She won't make it, Dean! And it's my fault." Sam cried. It was muffled by his hands. I didn't deny what he said because I knew it was true. Nothing I say would make this better.
"She's going to die and I'm the one to blame." Sam said. I sighed.
"We just have to let her go." I responded. I held back my tears because I wanted to be the strong one, but in reality I wanted to crumble apart and sob. Y/N was like my sister. I was angry at Sam for feeding her lies, but I kinda understood why. Y/N had a pretty perfect life before she met us. He was jealous and wanted her to know it by making her feel like shit. Of course, that was absolutely shitty of him to do. No one should ever feel like they need to harm themselves. Everyone is beautiful in their own way, but Sam made sure Y/N knew that she wasn't beautiful. I hated my little brother for this, but he is and will face the consequences.
"Let her go." I said. I already let go. We'd have her cremated. Sam sobbed and nodded.
"Okay." He said. All of a sudden, the sound of the heart monitor went flat. This was a sound no one wanted to hear. A doctor rushed in quickly.
"What happened?! We need to-" I interrupted him.
"No. Don't." I said quietly. The doctor looked at Sam and then me before nodding.
"Funeral or cremated?" He asked.
"Cremated." Sam responded hoarsely. The doctor nodded and left. Y/N will be missed, but I'm sure she's much happier now.

A/N:

This is so bad. I apologize. If you want, I will rewrite this for you!