Is That You Cuddles?
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Tag number two to Wishful Thinking. The life size teddy bear is just too good to pass up.
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Dean's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was a teddy bear.
No, he corrected himself; it wasn't only a teddy bear. The fabric softener bear was just a teddy bear…and then some. This was a freaking gigantic teddy bear. It was the jolly green giant of teddy bears.
It wasn't no Cuddles.
He whipped out the colt and shot it before those glassy, drunken eyes turned on him and devoured him. He had dreams of this in between his dreams of his time with Lilith in hell…a teddy bear that tore him limb from limb and giggled.
Then Sam tore the gun out of his hand before he could get a shot off, and the little girl kicked him in the shins.
"You crazy old man, you tried to kill Teddy!"
Sam smacked him upside the head, "Dean, have you lost your damn mind?"
"Old?" Dean all but shrieked, "I am not old."
"Yes you are." She looked at him defiantly, and then kicked him in the shin for good measure. "Stupid boy..you tried to hurt teddy."
Dean let out a string of curses that was sure to educate the little girl, who screamed, "You owe a dollar to the swear jar!"
Sam took a swift step in between the two bosom buddies, for the health of everyone involved, he was sure it would be for the best.
Dean grabbed a hold of his knee which felt like he'd just been kneecapped and narrowed his eyes at Pollyanna. "I'm wishing that little—
"Dean!" Sam objected warningly.
"Sweetheart." Dean said with gritted teeth. "I'm wishing her a big, furry, hungry windego."
Sam made a note to keep Dean away from the wishing well, because he had a feeling that Dean just might fulfill the threat.