Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

Twenty One

(Sorry for the short chapter, things have gotten hectic at work and I have a new temp contract so it's taking up my time, that and trying to organise things for this wonderful Hallow's Eve has kept me busy but I'd rather give you a brief update than no update.)

The room was silent beyond the sound of a ticking clock and my shuffling of papers or tapping away on laptop keys.

It was reaching three in the morning and sleep was not coming to me, the mystery of the rune-like sigil plaguing my mind worse than the curse had been.

I'd exhausted most of the English sources and the scanned in picture hadn't brought up anything useful online, except for the typical slew of people having it tattooed with the likelihood of not fully understand its meaning.

I had checked out each person who had uploaded a picture of it in the hopes of finding a lead but nothing turned up, they all seemed as clear as a newborn in the eyes of a hunter.

Letting out a long sigh, I rubbed at my forehead with one hand and grabbed my cooling cup of over-sugared coffee with the other, taking a long sip despite the protestation of my stomach which hadn't long started to hurt.

Truthfully, I couldn't say why I even bothered to make coffee for anything but the taste at a time like this, caffeine never did anything for me so the vein hope of it keeping me going was but a small hope pinching in the back of my head as I stared at this mark for what felt like the hundredth hour.

Something about it seemed familiar and yet I couldn't place it, it was like leaving the house and knowing you'd forgotten something but being unable to remember what you'd forgotten.

My eyes glanced to where my phone was resting on the table, the urge to text Sam being hard to resist despite the unusual hour, not that it was all that unusual for us but there was no reason to text him.

He was fine, he'd have text or called if he wasn't, likewise for Dean and I didn't wish to disturb them on the off-chance that they were catching some rare shut-eye.

Shaking my head, I pushed my chair back and stood up, grabbing my cup to make another cup of coffee, not because I needed to but purely because I wanted the distraction of doing something other than staring at a symbol that was eluding me.

As I waited for everything to reheat, I stared out the window to the dark parking lot and let my mind drift off.

While I waited, my hand finding its natural place on my hip and I found myself running it over the dip, a fascination and appreciation growing subconsciously despite the knowledge of my, perhaps temporary, size and the roll that rested just over my thumb when I pulled my hand back into the cinch.

For being a bigger girl for the time being, I could appreciate that I hadn't lost curve or shape.

There were rolls and protrusions in places where they wouldn't be on an average sized person but they hadn't cursed me into becoming a full Veruca Salt and something about that drew my attention, which then shifted into a suspicion.

Forgetting the brewing coffee, I took a couple of steps away from the counter and then turned to the table, my eyes landing on the laptop though I made no move towards it.

My brain was ticking and I believed that if I were to move then the thought would be chased away.

It was there, in the back of my mind.

Ticking.

The cogs were turning, the grease was slowly easing through them to lubricate them into moving.

Ticking.

Then it hit me like a freight train.

A small gasp of excitement caught in my throat before I finally rushed forward and dropped, a little too heavily, into the chair in front of the laptop to start madly typing away.

My heart was beating ridiculously fast in anticipation, the clacking in the room filling the quiet a little too aggressively.

Upon clicking enter, I sat back in my seat and stared at the screen, my eyes roaming over the paragraphs of information and the aiding images that stood beside them.

Snatching up my phone, I unlocked it and loaded up the photo once again.

My eyes flickered between each screen and then a laugh of giddiness came from somewhere deep down, the part of me so excited to get this over and done with, to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel and go back to the goal I had worked toward years ago.

Closing the image, I sent off a quick and generic; 'I found something, call me when you have a minute,' text to the boys and then turned my attention to the laptop, where I bookmarked the main page I had found before shutting it down and tucking it away in my bag, as per habit.

Getting up, I crossed the room to lock the door and turn off the light before shuffling over to the bed, suddenly feeling drowsy now that the rush of adrenaline from the excitement had waned.

Throwing my phone carelessly onto the bed, I promptly dropped onto the mattress myself and curled up, instantly comfortable and ready to fall asleep in the confidence of knowing that we were so close to calling this case a success.