Supernatural Oneshots

Starving>> Sam

Prompt: you're starving yourself and Sam helps you recover.

Trigger warning: Eating Disorder

Y/n's POV:

You rolled over in bed, your stomach groaning in protest to the little amounts of food you've eaten. You contemplated going to get something to eat.

Then you remembered your classmates. Calling you names and body shaming you. You close your eyes and try to will yourself to sleep.

The bed didn't feel the same without Sam there. His large frame always provided more than enough heat. He was your furnace. You chuckled at the thought.

You heard the bunker door open and you quickly leaped out of bed and run to where they were. Sam saw you and opened his arms as you jumped into them. You wrapped your legs around his waist and hugged him. He held you close and stroked your back.

"I'm gonna head to bed Dean." He says.

"Yeah, I figured." Dean chuckles. You smiled as Sam carried you both into your guys' room. Sam ducked as he walked through the doorway and set you down on the bed. You let your body fall onto the soft mattress and you pulled up your fuzzy blanket to cover your frame.

Sam chuckles and gets into bed next to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and immediately is taken aback. He traces his fingers along your practically exposed ribs.

"Y/n, when was the last time you ate?" He asks softly. Your face pales. Your eyes scatter across the room looking for an excuse.

"This morning." You lie. You can't tell if he believes you or not.

"What did you eat?" He asks skeptically.

"I had a muffin and some raspberries." You lie again.

"No, you didn't." He says.

"What? Yes, I did Sam." You say still lying.

"Dean took the last of the muffins with him when we left and I haven't bought raspberries in weeks." He says. Your face pales once again.

Your breathing begins to pick up and your eyes water.

"I-I, I'm sorry." You say your voice breaking.

"Shhh, hey baby, breathe." He coos brushing your hair from your face with his fingers. He kisses your tears away from your cheeks.

"I-I'm-"

"Shh, y/n." He hushes softly. "It's okay baby, I understand." He soothes.

"You do?" You ask softly.

"Yeah, baby. I fell into a bad eating disorder when I was a teenager." He tells you "Since Dean and I didn't get a lot to eat I always told him I wasn't hungry so he could eat more."

Your face softens in concern. You roll over to face him. You press your lips to his forehead and hold them there for a bit.

"See, we're both a little broken, love." He says softly. "But that's okay, 'cause we're trying."

You nod and a tear runs down your cheek to the pillow beneath you.

"Now come on we're gonna go get food." He says sitting up holding onto both of your hands and pulling you up and out of bed.

You both go to the Impala and drive down the empty highway to the nearest city. You enter the small town full of dazzling streetlights and snow softly falling.

Sam pulls up to a Taco Bell and rolls down his window.

"Hello thank you for stopping at Taco Bell how may I help you?" The woman asks through the speaker.

"Uhh hi can I get two hard shell tacos and some nachos?" Sam asks.

"Yep we can get that, your total is $7.56 please drive up to the window."

Sam pulls up, pays for our food, and leaves. He drives into a little park and parks the car. He pulls out a taco and some chips and sets them between us.

"Now, I don't expect you to eat all of this but please try little bits baby." He says. You nod. You grab a chip and dip in the melted cheese before taking a bite. You let your head fall back at the delicious taste.

"Thank you for forcing me to do this." You say putting the rest of the chip in your mouth.

"Anytime baby. Anytime."

If you are struggling with an eating disorder just know that you are strong and you are not alone, now go eat something. ❤️