~4 months later~
You had only a serving of saltine crackers, 60 calories, and you were on a hunt. You had a dangerously low count of calories in the past few days and you were beginning to feel dizzy. This was a simple hunt though, some low grade wendigo. You were outside with Dean while Sam was inside scouting. Everyone's phone was on silent. You heard your stomach growl and Dean must've too, because he gave you a glare. It was rule that everyone was supposed to eat before a hunt, so your stomach wouldn't make noise. You gave an apologetic look and continued looking for any movement. That was quite hard seeing as, to you, the whole world was spinning. You tried to get over it, but your body seemed to refuse. The last thing you remembered was the world going black and the sound of Dean shouting.
You woke up to beeping and pain in your arm. You blinked into the bright white light. This wasn't the forest. You rolled your head to look around the room. You were in a hospital. The monitor showed your heart rate and other weird things. You rolled your head the other way and noticed an I.V in your arm. Another unexpected thing you saw was Dean sleeping. He was sitting in a chair, but his arms were on the bed and his head rested on them. His fingers were loosely clasping yours. You pulled away from him and like a bullet, his eyes shot open and he looked at you. He blinked at you and smiled.
"Hey, how're you feeling?" He asked softly.
You gave him a confused look. "What about the wendigo?"
"Sammy took care of it."
"I feel sleepy,"
"That's not fair, you've been sleeping for a while." Dean laughed.
"How long was I out?" You said and sat up abruptly.
"Whoa, calm down, it was for a few hours."
"How long was I out, Dean?" You repeated.
"Almost thirty eight hours." Dean looked away.
"You could've just taken me to the motel and left me there!" You said desperately.
"No, I found your journal and saw the entry you made a while ago about not eating. I also saw the 'calorie count.' This isn't healthy, you need to eat." He told you.
You shook your head. "People like you don't want to hang around someone who's fat."
"People like me?"
"The attractive people, the people other people look at."
"People like me don't give a damn who I hang around, as long as their safe." Dean said.
You looked away and swallowed guiltily.
"You don't mean that." You said softly.
"Of course I do, I wouldn't have put you here if I didn't think that." Dean was getting upset.
You looked away and held back the tears. Dean dropped his head onto the bed.
