supernatural preferences

Dean x Plus size black girl

for my girl! @Princesswagger17  hope you like it!!

You walked through the halls of the bunker in search of your boyfriend. Your beautiful green eyed boyfriend. You had been feeling really low lately and it seemed as if nothing could bring you back up.

The only person you needed right now was him. You knew you were a strong independent black woman, proud of her heritage and who she was. Yet even you had bad days. More like a bad few weeks. You just wanted some love from your boyfriend.

"Dean?" you called from the hallway into the kitchen. You heard someone humming Metallica and immediately knew it was Dean. "Hey, Dean." you said softly before walking down the small steps. He turned to look at you and smiled eyeing you up and down.

He always told you that you were beautiful, he loved everything about you. Your curves and the way your lipstick complimented your deep skin tone.

You blushed and looked down with a smile. "Hey babe, what's up?" he asked sweetly, setting his beer down and striding across the room to wrap his arms around you. You looked up at him and sighed, "Can't I just hang out with my boyfriend?" you asked innocently. A little scared to say that you weren't ok.

Dean saw right through you, and his smile faltered, but he put it back on knowing that you would tell him when you were ready or he would have to ask you later.

"Of course she can. Whenever and wherever." He said before placing a kiss on your forehead.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave a soft smile reaching up to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Now sweetheart what do you wanna do?" he asked, pulling away and gripping your hand. Observing the slightly chipping light pink nailpolish. "Should I repaint those?" he asked his face scrunched in curiosity and his plush lips pursed. You let out a laugh. "You might just have to." you said and played with his fingers.

"Alright c'mon my beautiful girl. Hey can I play with your hair? You know I love how it curls. It's always so perfect I don't understand how you're just beautiful all the time. Everything you wear compliments your dark skin tone, and hugs your curves perfectly. Just how you move. Everything. Can you explain that to me please?" he went on a small tangent of compliments. You giggled softly at him and showed off your beautiful smile.

He grinned right back and sent you a wink. You had walked down the hall and into your room. He closed the door and pulled you close to him, and swayed with you. Giving you a twirl, and laughing when you did.

For a while you forgot that you were feeling so low. Until silence settled over the room. Your thoughts began to race. "Does he really love me? Is it pitty? Are they lying when they say I'm a good hunter?" you wondered. You closed your eyes tight, and tried to force those thoughts away. When you went silent Dean immediately knew something was wrong and he was going to have to figure it out for himself.

"(y/n), I know there is something wrong.. What is it?" he asked, leading you to sit on the bed next to him. Instead of letting you sit beside him he pulled you into his lap. He always said he loved when you sat on his lap because it meant he got to be closer to you. You had always been self-conscious about your weight but he never let you feel that for too long. He made you feel beautiful. He helped you learn to love who you were. Your eyes, your hair, your curves even on occasions you felt uncomfortable in your own skin. He practically worshipped every detail about you. Your skin, your curves, your hair. The way you walked and talked, the way you acted. Who you were. You had no idea what was bringing these thoughts so suddenly upon you.

Your eyes began to fill with tears and a lump formed in your throat. "You can tell me anything.. You know that." he tried to coax you. You just nodded, afraid to use your voice in fear of it breaking. He placed a hand on your face making you look at him. "Cry sweetheart, it's ok. Let it out, talk to me." he said sweetly. You eventually cracked after taking one look into his concerned eyes. You began to cry and he pulled you impossibly closer.

"Dean.. why do I feel this way? It just suddenly came on.. Why do I feel like I'm not good enough at hunting?" he pulled back and looked at you, his eyes wide. Before he could say anything you continued. "Why do I feel like your love for me is pity? I know it's not.. I know.. But I just have these things swimming in my mind. I don't understand.." you cried to him.

He looked at you with an incredulous understanding.

"(y/n), you have no reason to feel these things. That's crazy talk, i adore you, every inch of you every little aspect of you is something i couldn't picture living without. You're one of the best damn hunters I've ever seen. You damn graceful when you fight, you also look insanely sexy after a hunt. A little messy got some dirt on your face and clothes as well as some sweat and blood but it reminds me of how strong you are. I love you. You're far past good enough, you're too good for me. I'm amazed that you love me. I'm honored to have a beautiful, strong woman love me. It's an honor to love you." he said before placing his lips against your skin, any place he could pepper kisses and mumbling against your beautiful skin "I love this part of you, and this part of you. Your body, every feature that makes you, you. I could stare at you for the rest of my life." he made you give a watery laugh, and sniffle softly. He looked back up and into your (e/c) eyes.

"It's ok to cry, and feel things. Just know that no matter what that little voice tells you, you are absolute perfection. When you look into that mirror I want you to tell yourself; that you love your skin, your body, your hair, your eyes, the way you look without makeup on, the way you look when you just wake up. Tell yourself that you love you, and so do I." he said before placing a kiss on your lips.

"Ok, Dean.. I promise I'll try. I will. I love you Dean.. every aspect of you." you sniffled and rested your head against his shoulder as he just held you feeling loved and safe.