cut- 𝐃.𝐖

chapter 7

tw : mentions of self image & insecurity
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You woke up to the sun shining through the motel window. The alarm clock said around 8 AM, which was pretty early for you. The times you were used to were mostly on the west coast, so it feels as if you didn't get enough sleep.

But, considering the late times you came back with Dean, you must've been asleep for only a few hours. Looking towards the sunrise out the window, you began waking yourself up fully.

You hopped out of bed and went towards the bathroom for a shower. The door closed as you turned on the lights and began undressing. You turned the shower on and set it to a mild heat, knowing that today would be more of a nicer day.

If you expected the day to go bad, you would set it to a much hotter temperature so your mental self could warm up. The opposite would happen if you were to have the best day ever. When it was mild, it would be an average kind of day. You hoped.

Before you knew it, you were up and out of the bathroom. You went to your duffel bag and grabbed what you needed to be dressed. Checking the temperature on your phone, it would be pretty cold in the Vermont town.

You grabbed a pair of high waisted jeans, a black long sleeve shirt, and a nice flannel. Of course, you put on your undergarments beforehand. After getting dressed, you threw your hair up in a ponytail and walked over to the bathroom mirror. It was big enough so you could see from your mid thigh and up.

The sight of yourself made you feel proud. You struggled with a long fear of your body image because it was something your mother brought up in your long arguments.

She would always tear you down and that you would never be beautiful enough for your soulmate. You could never get enough confidence to feel comfortable with yourself.

After you found the two boys yesterday, you could tell that the way the shorter one looked at you made you feel a lot better. Dean had eyed you up and down at least 5 times, and it made you feel a little warm on the inside.

Knowing that he liked the body you struggled with for years gave you confidence. He also seemed to enjoy your jokes, listen to your stories, and even give you comfort when you talked about your father.

You shook out of your daydream and smiled at yourself in the mirror. The little handbag of makeup that you had left in the bathroom was already open, so you had begun working on it. You put on some mascara and some blush before a good idea popped into your head.

On the way here, you spotted a nice little bakery just outside of town, so you decided to wake the boys up with a nice breakfast of donuts and coffee. And just like that, you were grabbing your keys and your phone. Leaving your motel room, you went straight to your Sugar.

The car already had the sun reflecting off her windows as you hopped into the driver's seat. You turned the ignition and you could hear the engine start up. Smiling, you put the car in reverse and pulled out of the driveway.

The Impala was still parked next to where Sugar was, which probably meant that neither of the boys were awake yet. You pulled onto the main road and turned your radio down to a softer volume. A calm guitar played throughout your car as you drove down the road.

After about ten minutes, you spotted the little sign on the road that you saw yesterday. The bakery seemed to be already open, so you pulled into the small parking lot and turned the ignition off. The engine came to a stop and you left your car. Making sure you had your wallet, you walked into the bakery.