Maybe It's Not So Bad - Plus Sized Reader

Twenty Four

"Anything?"

Sam lowered the phone and shook his head with a frown, staring at the screen to make sure he had been dialling the right number, not that he had any real doubt about it.

"Nothing, not even voicemail."

"Someone is screening."

"Yep."

Dean glanced to his brother in the passenger's seat and immediately recognised a look of uncombatable determination, he knew better than to try and talk his brother down so he did the next best thing and put his foot down on the accelerator, speeding Baby through the near empty streets to the motel.

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"Seems your Romeo might be panicking."

I glared up at her from my position on the floor between the beds, hands tightly bound behind my back while some invisible force kept my legs pressed uncomfortably together.

"Oh, don't give me that look," the head witch smiled, garish red lipstick shining in the light as her lips moved. "As long as I get what I want, you're free to go, I have no interest in battling with hunters."

"You came to us."

"Yeah, you're going to hunt me...and you also have something that I could find very very useful."

I scoffed a bitter laugh and rolled my eyes, shuffling around to try and find a more comfortable position.

The witch was merrily strutting around in her black heels, her dirty blonde hair perfectly styled, and it did look good, her dark purple pantsuit was tailored specifically to fit her curves and long legs and I had to begrudgingly admit that she was attractive, the type that Dean would happily try to pick up at a bar.

Which pushed the knife in further that I was stuck with this particular curse and soured my attitude towards her all the more.

"Oh yeah? What is it? Some ingredient that we likely don't have on us so we'll have to go on a wild goose chase to get it while you, clever old hag that you are, finds a fifth member and escape us?"

"No, I want Sam Winchester."

I blanked entirely, staring up at her with an expression that I'm sure must have been a mixture of bemusement and amused surprised, but how that would have looked was hard to describe.

"Sam? You want Sam?"

"I do," she nodded, looking haughtier than I'd ever seen a person look before but speaking no further.

Instead, she started to look around the room as though she were looking to move in, maybe even take my place as the idiot who got to hang with the cool kids of the hunting scene.

Naturally, my mind jumped to one conclusion that I initially brushed off until something clicked into place and I knew that I could play on it, just a little in the hopes of squeezing out information.

"At the risk of being zapped with something really bad," I started, pulling one side of my mouth down in an exaggerated grimace, "I don't think you're his type."

For the first time in ten minutes, she turned back to my, her eyebrow raised as she looked me over in clear judgement, which seemed off as my entire situation was her fault.

"And you think you are?" She smirked, clearly unphased by my snideness. "You really think he'd pick you out of everyone?"

"No," I laughed, a little too abruptly. "Everyone knows the Winchester's put one another above anyone else, I've accepted that," I shrugged, "should anything happen then I know I come second to Dean, but you...oh, you'd be lower than Gordon and he really disliked Gordon."

"You seem resigned to that."

"I already said that I accept it, doesn't mean he can't love someone else, they'd just have to understand and I just don't think that you cut it."

I smiled sickeningly sweet at her and she stared back, silent and emotionless and I was so sure that I had got it right.

Until she smiled and chuckled, then laughed and then full out cackled, throwing her head back in a way that only villains could exaggerate.

Once she recovered, she lowered her head to meet my eye again, cocking it to one side as she sighed.

"Then it's a good thing that's not what I'm after."

"If you're not after that then what? What could you possibly want from Sam that the rest of us can't give?"

"Power."

"Power? Sorry to say, hun, but his Boy King days are over."

"And yet he's proving to be quite adept in magic."

"Right, so what? You want him for your coven? You think he'd even consider joining you?"

She gave me a lopsided smirk and a single shouldered shrug.

"I can be persuasive."

"Magically making someone's mind isn't persuasive."

A familiar low rumble came from outside and then gradually came to a stop, quickly followed by the squeak of two doors opening and hastily being slammed closed.

I loved the Impala, I absolutely did, but it didn't make for subtle arrivals.

We both looked towards the door, anticipating the Winchester's arrival, me with spiking worry and her with a cocky look that I was more than ready to shoot off of her beautiful face.

"Perfect," she said to herself, squaring up her shoulders and wriggling her fingers. "This'll be easy."