Three months. That’s how long it had been since Dean was able to properly wear a pair of jeans.

A broken femur on his left leg and a spiral fracture on his right tibia made sure of that. Of course he could have really worn jeans, but after a week of struggling to get them around the cast’, Sam finally hid them and refused to reveal their locations ( Read more... )

“So we’re back to a stalking basis.” Nora sighs when she caught sight of Dean in the hallway.

“Sorry.” Dean said quietly.

Nora turned to face Dean, arms folded across her doctor’s coat. A tense moment passed between them.

“I know you have to get back to work… but just here me out.” She looked mildly annoyed, but ( Read more... )

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“Dude, calm down.”

“I told you this was a stupid fucking idea!”

Sam sighed. “Remember what we said about if you gained more? You’re not supposed to care.”

“I was supposed to not care about the weight I was at, not welcome even more!” Dean cried.

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The following day, Dean was practically bouncing the walls. When Sam finally arrived Dean barked, “What took you so long?! I was supposed to leave a half hour ago.”

“I was downstairs finishing the paperwork to get your ass out of here.” Sam tossed some clothes onto Dean’s bed.

“Should have filed them two days ago.” Dean ( Read more... )

Weaving in and out of consciousness, Dean gathered he had made it to the hospital. A medical team bustled around him, babbling terms he only half-understood when he was fully conscious. Some panic pulsed through him as he tried to speak, and nothing came out. He didn’t like this helpless feeling. “Sam…” He whispered hoarsely, wishing he could know ( Read more... )

Characters: chubby!Dean, Sam
Pairings: Gen
Rating: PG for language
Warning: I'm leaving ya on a cliffe. Sorry.
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For days Dean tried to keep his self-control in check, so he didn’t have to let Sam get involved any more than he had to be. He ate right (Sam talked him into a full-blown diet, at least for a few weeks, much to his regret), ( Read more... )

Characters: Chubby!Dean, Sam
Pairings: Gen
Rating: PG for language
Warning: I like making Dean cry :)
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When Dean woke up, he first wondered who let the maid in. The broken lamp, alarm clock and remote were gone. So were the wrappers and the bags. Dean sat up, or pushed himself up anyway since sitting up these days had gotten difficult, and ( Read more... )

This is the sequel to "Comfort Food". Sorry it took forever to write, but this mother is LOOONG. It grew faster than Dean's waistline O.O But it's ok, I know how it'll end, I just got to get there. For now I figure I'll post up what I got.

character: Chubby!Dean, Sam, OC 
pairing(s): gen
rating: PG for language

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It was morning. Both Sam and Dean ( Read more... )

HOLY MOTHER OF CHUCK I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE THIS, THIS LONG. But it just kept growing and growing D;
I hope you all don't mind. I'm worried about what you're gonna think.... *bites nails*
Anyway, here you are, the disaster, in it's entirety. (click the comment button below to see the whole fic. I had to post it ghetto because livejournal ( Read more... )