Jelly Dearest (Christmas Story 6/25)
Jelly Dearest
Title: Stories For Christmas (25 as total) 6/25
Undertitle: Jelly Dearest
Fandom, Characters: Supernatural, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester
Rating, warning: R, obesity, overindulge of candy
Eventually in which 'verse it set in: Fat!dean, for the moment story 7 Masterpost; Here
Used prompt: # 24 toffee, masterlist + table posted here
Word count: 768
Beta: haldoor
Authors note: See the masterlist for the commonality for all stories.
I tried to keep this story quite short, and it didn’t go exactly the way I had originally planned, but it will definitely fit the other stories in the ‘verse.
Summary: Things have changed, and more changes are to come.
Sam knew Dean really loved gummy bears, but since Dean had stopped worrying about his weight, his looks, hunting and others’ opinions, he was always trying to find things he enjoyed putting into himself. Another of the candies he also became really fond of was toffee. He so liked the texture, if it was fresh and made right, when it showed some resistance to being chewed, but would then quickly soften and melt away. That was definitely the best, because he could quickly put another one in his mouth. When Dean had fallen for toffee, he always tried to make sure he had at least one bag of it in the Impala, one in his jacket and preferable two in his duffel.
Dean slowly woke up. He had no idea what time it was, and he didn’t really care. What he wanted was to get up and eat. He could hear how his belly growled and felt empty. He had eaten late and gone to bed stuffed, but now it was like he hadn’t eaten for a whole day. With his added pounds he’d put on since the whole thing started, he was definitely slower and it had begun to get harder doing some things. He found he needed to start parting his legs when putting on his shoes, his belly was in his way when getting into small spaces, and he got out of breath a lot faster than he used to. Dean didn’t regret anything, and he liked the changes that told him he was absolutely on the right path to getting away from hunting.
Dean come to a sitting position, and turned to look over towards Sam’s side of the bed. It was empty. He assumed that his brother had either got up to make breakfast or went to buy some food. Dean reached for his duffel and took out the last bag of toffee that he knew he had there. He sat on the edge of the bed for several minutes as he put a few pieces of candy in his mouth. They would help get him going. He drew his t-shirt up, stroking a hand over his belly, which had definitely softened during the night. He pushed his hand in at the side, under the weight of it, and then over its fatness. It was large, but he thought he would feel even better when it was bigger. Maybe he’d have to increase the goal he’d set for his weight.
Dean put more of the toffee into his mouth and considered what could be a good weight. He had passed his last goal of 350 pounds, and 400 might not be that far away. He looked down into the bag, seeing he had eaten half already. He needed food, so he got up to go to the bathroom, and then went to the kitchenette to see what he could find to eat.
Later when he and Sam had eaten and left the motel, they stopped at the supermarket, as Dean insisted he couldn’t drive without some road food. Most of what he bought had been candy, including five bags of toffee. Sam had asked why so many, and Dean told him they were on sale. He didn’t lie about it; but he didn’t tell Sam that he’d probably need to buy more soon enough.
During the drive he eat most of the candy. Sam sat bent over his computer. Dean almost jumped in his seat when Sam spoke to him.
“I think we need to find that place we talked about soon. I guess we both know you won’t be able to keep up with our roving life. Not if you keep going with your large potions and candy indulging.”
Dean slowed down a little so he could look over at Sam. He saw the sincerity in his brother’s face. There was no condemnation, and they had been talking more about it latley.
“I suppose you have a suggestion on where you want us to live.”
“Yeah, but we can talk about it when we stop for the night.” Sam confirmed.
“After a good dinner.”
Finally, at the new motel and after a large meal, Sam showed Dean where he thought they could settle down. Dean looked at it, and in his excitement, didn’t notice that he ate more of his toffee.
“If you keep eating so much toffee, we’ll need to get there sooner rather than later,” Sam taunted.
“What? Just because I like the toffee?”
“Maybe.” Sam snatched the one Dean was about to put in his mouth, and hugged him.
*~* The End *~*
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