The girl answered the door and greeted them with a cheerful disposition.

"Hey there, are your parents home?"

"No." She stated simply.

"No. Um, tell me, have you seen a big, furry…"

"Is he in trouble?" Her attitude suddenly shifted and her little face was full of worry.

"No!" Dean smiled. "Of course not, we just wanted to make sure he's okay."

"He's my teddy bear, and I think he's sick." She sighed.

"Amazing." Dean reached for an ID and nudged them. "Because we, are teddy bear doctors."

"Really?" Her hopeful tone sprang back up. "Would you please take a look at him?"

"Sure."

She led them up the stairs, explaining to them on the way. "He's very grumpy now and won't come out of the room." She knocked on the door. "Teddy? There's some very nice doctors here to see you!" The girl pushed the door open.

Inside the room, sitting on the bed, was a teddy bear the size of an adult. And he was drinking beer. He turned to them when he heard the door open. "Close the friggen door!"

The girl pulled it shut again. "See what I mean?"

They were dumbfounded to say the least. How the hell do you explain a life sized teddy bear who drinks and watches porn? More importantly, what the hell do you do about it?

"All I wanted was a teddy which was big, real, and talked. But now he's sad all the time, not 'ouch' sad but 'ouch in the head' sad, says weird stuff and smells like the bus!"

Dean rubbed his eyes, trying to think straight. Maybe he had been drinking too much. "How exactly did your teddy become real?"

"I wished for it at the wishing well."

Out of sheer curiosity, Kayla opened the door again. It was a freaking teddy bear.

"Look at this!" He used the beer bottle to point to the TV, where the news station was covering a mill disaster. "Can you believe this crap?"

She glanced to the television and back at the bear. "Um, no. No I can't."

"It's a horrible world!" He looked at them, raising his voice. "Why am I here?!"

"For tea parties!" The girl told him.

"Tea parties? Is that all there is?!" The bear then began to sob.

Kayla slowly pulled the door shut. "Well great then."

"Give us just one minute." Sam smiled to the girl and they walked down the hall a ways. "Are we…should," he glanced to the girl and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Are we going to kill this teddy bear?"

"How? Shoot it, burn it?"

"I don't know, both?"

"We don't know if that's gonna work, I mean, I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed off teddy on our hands."

"We're missing the point." Kayla interrupted. "We need to find out where this wishing well is."

"Right." Dean turned to the girl. "Where are your parents?"

"Well, my mom said she wished they were in Bali, so I think they're in Bali."

Sam nodded. "Okay, well, I hate to be the one to break this to you but your teddy bear is sick. See, he's got…" his mind blanked.

"Lollipop disease." Dean threw out quickly.

"Lollipop disease."

"It's not uncommon for a bear his size, but see, it's really contagious."

"Yeah so is there someone, maybe a grownup you can stay with while we treat him?"

"Mrs. Hurley lives down the street."

"Perfect."

"Yeah, good. We'd like you to stay with her for a few days okay?"

"Okay." She nodded, obviously understanding the seriousness of the situation.

Kayla smiled and held her hand out. "I'll help you pack some stuff and take it over there." She glanced over her shoulder at Dean.

Oh God. She didn't just give me that, he's actually good with kids look.

The girl took her hand and lead her towards her room.

"So, where is this wishing well?"