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“I’m not flying.”
“But—”
“I’m not setting foot on an airplane ever again.”
And that was that.
There were alleged sightings of the monster they were tracking in Hawai’i which seemed impossible until they got an e-mail with pictures attached.
Sam hadn’t been able to figure out what they were hunting yet. Signs pointed to multiple different possibilities. Of course, demon was at the top of the list, but they weren’t sure, because whatever this was, was impressively evasive.
They didn’t take a passenger ship instead chartering a cargo ship. Their arrival would hopefully be less noticeable this way and the journey was cheaper.
The ship had barely left port when they discovered a huge storm just ahead. Everyone assured them it would be fine, but Sam’s intuition said differently. Something was off. Something big.
A bright zap of light blinded them both. Sam scrambled for purchase and Dean grabbed his hand.
Something was really, really wrong.
That was Sam’s last thought before the ship tilted and he hit his head on a sharp corner. He didn’t even feel the pain.
What felt like a second later he woke up not on the ship but on soft, warm sand and perfectly clear skies.
His brother’s name was the first word that came to Sam’s mind.
“Dean? Dean!”
He looked around frantically. The dread of being completely alone threatened to set in, but then Sam looked over his shoulder and found Dean lying on the beach as well.
“Sammy?” Dean groggily lifted his head, “what the hell is going on?”
“We’re…” Sam took in his surroundings, “I think we’re shipwrecked.”
“I don’t see our ship or any other survivors and what the hell is this stuff?”
Dean picked up a handful of sand and let it slide through his fingers. Sam wondered just how hard Dean had hit his head.
“Uhm, sand, Dean. We’re on a beach.”
“Ok, smartass, since when does sand taste sweet?”
Sam was really getting worried. Changes to smell and taste? That’s a sign of a serious brain injury.
“Just taste it and if it is really just sand then you can start getting worried.”
“I’m not going to—” Sam stopped short. This would probably be the easiest way to prove to Dean that he was injured.
Sam picked up a handful of sand and carefully stuck his tongue out. He was fully prepared for the bitter, earthy taste of sand but instead… he tasted cinnamon sugar. Rich, sweet, perfect cinnamon sugar.
He licked more of the “sand” from the palm of his hand and all of his taste buds lit up.
“This is incredible.” And then the anxiety set in, “oh, God, are we dead? Is this heaven?”
Sam tried the sand again and yep, it still tasted sweet.
“Maybe I have a concussion too?”
Sam looked around to see if there were any visual artefacts as well or if he experienced any pain, but he felt completely fine. Of course, that wasn’t a guarantee of anything, but he decided to make the best of the situation.
“Shelter, water, food,” Sam counted off. Dean nodded along.
“Let’s head for the tree line. It looks pretty lush over there.”
Sure enough, they quickly found a slow-flowing river. They searched for a bit of a current to reduce the risk of bacteria and then knelt down to drink their fill.
Sweetness exploded over Sam’s tastebuds again. Like every soda he had ever tasted combined, but in a way that just made him crave more.
He drank greedily. Dean did the same. Only once their stomachs physically couldn’t hold any more liquid did they stop drinking.
Sam tried to stand up then, but he stumbled back and landed on his back. A heavy weight keeping him pinned. He saw Dean struggle as well, obviously because of the heavy belly that bloated out from his middle.
“Did you—” Sam interrupted himself with a hiccup “—drink the whole river?”
Dean rolled his eyes, but he glanced down at Sam’s belly as well.
“I could ask you the exact same thing.”
With a full belly Sam’s anxious thoughts dissipated. He felt the lush grass under his fingers and enjoyed the slight breeze. His fingers twisted some grass blades and he held them up to his face to inspect them.
The grass tasted sweet too and incredibly similar to Twizzlers. Sam picked a flower and once again it tasted like candy.
His curiosity was piqued.
Sam rolled over, then pushed himself up on his hands and knees. His back arched from the heavy pull of his belly, but Sam managed to get himself up after a few tries. He staggered over to a nearby tree and leaned heavily against it.
On the first touch it felt like every other tree but when Sam grabbed a low-hanging branch it easily snapped off. Sam bit a piece of “wood” off and discovered that it tasted just like expensive, creamy dark chocolate. The leaves tasted like fruit gummies that perfectly complemented the chocolate-y taste.
Sam had always had a weakness for chocolate.
Despite how frighteningly quick he had gained a belly from drinking some water. Sam couldn’t stop himself from chowing down the chocolate-sweet branch. Then another and another and when he collapsed at the foot of the tree Sam broke off bits of bark to keep stuffing his face with.
He could feel himself getting heavier and over his growing belly he saw Dean expanding as well. His brother had always been more on the stocky side but now he looked twice as wide as he used to be and he was still eating.
Sam spotted someone in his peripheral vision. A figure surrounded by a white glow. He wanted to jump up and confront the figure, but they were humming a quiet melody that had Sam’s eyes drooping and closing on their own.
Just before he dropped off to sleep his belly growled and the figure stepped closer and gently started rubbing Sam’s belly.