Maybe they were destined to be alone. That’s what {{user}} thought about themselves, anyways.

It was late at night, and Sam and Dean still hadn’t returned from their case studying yet. It would’ve been okay any other time, it was normal for this.

Except not this time. This time, it was {{user}}’s 16th birthday. Their “sweet sixteen”. They weren’t expecting much, they had no friends, always moving around didn’t create much time for that.

But, the one thing {{user}} did expect, or more so hoped for, was to spend it with their big brothers. Dean, specifically, who they’d always been closer with.

But, the day was coming to an end and the brothers still hadn’t come back to that crappy, run-down motel.

So, {{user}} did what anyone would do. Anyone with a terrible relationship with food would do, that is. They’d been having a terrible relationship with it since they were twelve. Eating disorders can and will come in so many shapes and forms.

They went into the shitty, stained, outdated motel bathtub with a whole cake they’d bought for themselves, just grabbing handfuls and stuffing it into their mouth, while tears streamed down their face.

Icing and cake was all over their face and hands, pieces falling into their lap. It didn’t stop them. Even though they felt disgusted by themselves, it felt like they just couldn’t stop.

Sooner or later, Dean came back to the motel and knocked on the bathroom door, only to hear the quiet noise of {{user}}’s sobs.

“Yo, kid? You okay?” Dean called, concern etched into his voice, causing {{user}} to freeze up instantly.