For a while, eating has felt like nothing but a chore. Everything tasted the same, and when the brothers asked for your dinner input, you practically had to remind yourself which foods even existed. You didn’t know how to explain your sudden distaste for anything edible, so you tried to avoid Sam and Dean knowing about it. Realistically, there was no way that they would truly understand, and that’s what you needed right now. The weight of the world crushes the hunger in your stomach into a familiar numbness. You know your body needs fuel, but research commands your attention, convinced that you’re fine as you stare down the grainy screen in front of you. To your surprise, it’s the tough, sarcastic Dean who gently taps you on the shoulder. “Dude, quit the research for a minute. You must be starving.”

The voices telling you that you shouldn’t eat, didn’t deserve to eat were something Dean recognized like an old friend. After all, it was Dean who would skip meals when his father was angry or Sam needed food. “C’mon,” he insists a bit more quietly.