A/N: Filler chapter, sorry guys! Just loved the giant teddy bear too much to skip it :P Also, I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while. There was a family medical emergency that kept me from both writing and posting, but I'm going to try to get back into things now that the situation has changed.

Bamby

SPOV

"It just doesn't make any sense, Dean. I mean, why would Uriel tell me you remembered Hell if you didn't?"

"Maybe because he's a dick. Might have something to do with it."

The two of us sat at a table in a bar, eating some food- Dean downing some shots. It had been a couple of weeks since Halloween. Since Samhain. Since Lizzie had left us. Since I met the angels. Since Uriel suggested Dean was keeping things from me. Two weeks since I'd asked my brother, and yet he still hadn't told me the truth.

I didn't care how many times he told me he knew nothing, I could see he was lying. I could see it in the way he drank more and slept less. Things were wrong, and only now did I realise it was because of whatever happened down there.

"Maybe, but he's still an angel," I noted.

"Yeah, an angel who was ready to level an entire town. Look, I don't know what-" Dean cut himself off as our waiter came over to our table.

"Radical." The waiter smiled widely, abnormally happy and cheerful as he looked down at us. "What else can I get you guys?"

"Uh, I think we're good," I assured him.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

But still, he didn't leave. Instead he stayed exactly where he was, still smiling. "You want to try a couple of fryer bombs? Or a chipotle chili changa?"

"No, no, we're- we're still good," Dean insisted.

"Okay, awesome." Smile never fading or wavering, the guy left, taking his flashing badges attached to his uniform with him.

Once he was gone, Dean went on. "Sam, honestly, I have no idea why Uriel told you what he did, okay?" He downed another shot.

Giving a short nod, I looked down at the shot glass as he put it down next to the other empty glasses. "Right."

"What?"

"Okay. Fine. Then look me in the eye and tell me you don't remember a thing from your time down under."

It took a moment, but after a second or two, he did exactly that. "I don't remember a thing from my time down under." He must have been able to tell I didn't believe him, because before I could say anything he got defensive. "I don't remember, Sam!"

"Look, Dean, I just want to help."

"You know everything I do. Okay? That's all there is."

The waiter came back then. "Outstanding. Dessert time? Huh? Am I right?"

Dean sighed, looking up at him. "Dude."

"Listen, bros. You have got to try our ice cream extreme. It's extreme."

"Uh, no extremities, please. Just the-"

The waiter cut me off, "Check? All right, awesome." Puling our check from his pad, he placed it on the table, still smiling like he had been since we'd arrived.

I offered him a forced smile that was nowhere near as cheerful as his. "Thanks."

Once again, the moment the waiter was gone, Dean spoke up, "All right, so, where do we go from here?"

"I'm not sure." Reaching over for my laptop, I opened it up to look through some stories I'd found earlier. "Uh, looks like it's been pretty quiet lately. No signs of demon activity, no omens or portents I can see."

"That's good news for once."

"Yeah, just the typical smattering of crank UFO sightings and one possible vengeful spirit. Here, check this out." I turned the computer to him- which he didn't even glance at as he grabbed his beer. "Uh... up in Concrete, Washington, eyewitness reports of a ghost that's been haunting the showers of a women's health facility." Dean choked on his beer and started to pack up as I went on. "The victim claims that the ghost threw her down a flight of stairs. I can see you're very interested," I noted, seeing that he was ready to go.

"Women, showers. We got to save these people." Getting up, he threw some money on the table and started to leave.

I didn't get up right away though. Instead I took a moment to pull my phone out of my pocket and check it quickly. It had been a few days since I'd sent Lizzie a message, and I still hadn't heard back from her. We had no idea where she was, and even though Dean wouldn't admit it, I knew he was just as worried as I was.

EPOV

Lying on my back, looking up at the roof, I let out a long sigh.

"You okay, babe?" Tristan asked as he walked out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he used another to dry his hair.

I couldn't stop myself from smiling at the sight of him. I had no idea how I was so lucky. He was like no other guy I'd met. Especially like no other hunter. If anything, I would have pegged him as a model more than anything.

Styled, thick, honey hair that no matter what he did with it, it always looked good. With stubble covering his jaw, and deep brown eyes I could fall into forever. A body even I was jealous of, with abs and lean muscles in all the right places. No marks or scars. He was practically a walking Ken doll, perfect for any Barbie girl, yet he was all mine.

Looking over at me, he gave a light chuckle as the corner of his lips pulled up slightly. "Babe? You okay?"

"Do you have to go?"

After spending the last two weeks in this room, surviving on room service and each other, Tristan had received a call from a friend, asking for help. A friend who was all the way up in Canada.

I wanted to go with him, of course, and he wanted me to go as well. But there was no way I could just pack up and leave the country. Not when I wasn't sure if everything here would be okay. Leaving Bobby, Ellen, Jo and the Winchesters like that... it would be selfish and wrong of me.

Speaking of which... after they hadn't heard from me for a few days, Dean and Sam had got in contact with Ellen, Jo and Bobby in the hopes that they might know where I was. That's when I started to get bombarded by messages from all of them. They were all worried sick.

To ease their minds, I'd sent a message out to everyone assuring them that I was okay and just needed some time. I had a feeling the brothers would keep the details of Halloween to themselves, but I still felt the need to make sure everyone knew I was safe and sound with Tristan.

For the two weeks, he'd helped calm me down. I'd told him everything that happened with Samhain. When he hadn't completely freaked, I'd been shocked. Any other hunter probably would have killed me, but instead he'd been nothing but supportive and reassuring. He could see how scared and anxious I was, and decided that there was nothing more important than being there for me at that moment.

It's one of the reasons why him leaving wasn't exactly making me smile.

"Look," he came over to sit on the bed next to me, "you and I both know that spending another week here would be like heaven to me. But my friend needs help, and we really should get some fresh air. So, here's what we're gonna do. You are going to call your friends. You're gonna make sure everyone is okay and let them know you are, too. Then you're gonna see if any of them need help with a case. You'll keep yourself busy, stress less about everything, and wait for me to come back. Okay?" he finished as he grabbed one of my pills and some water from my night stand, and handed them to me.

Sitting up, I offered a reluctant nod as I let him put the pill on my tongue and then bring the cup to my lips so I could swallow. His eyes stayed on mine the whole time, and I couldn't help but wonder how I was supposed to deal without him for however long he'd be gone.

SPOV

I sat in Lucky Chin's Chinese Restaurant, at a table with Candace Armstrong. She was the woman the ghost apparently pushed down some stairs at the woman's health facility. A brace cradled her injured arm as she sat there telling me her story.

"I'm not surprised the spirit world chose to make contact with me. I'm something of a... natural sensitive."

"I can sense that about you, Candace, that whole... sensitive thing." It was a lie. I couldn't sense anything, really. I just wanted her to tell me what I needed to know.

"So, what did you say you're calling your book?"

"Oh, well, um... Well, the working title is... 'Supernatural'." Once again, a lie. But it was a backstory for the case, and the first thing I came up with. "Yeah, I've been crossing the country, gathering stories like yours. But, anyways, you were telling me about your encounter."

"Yes. Well..." she sighed, "once I saw the apparition, that's when I started to run."

I'd been just about to respond when my attention was pulled to a couple at another table. They were an unlikely couple, him being a nerdy looking guy while she appeared to be the type of girl to go for Dean and not him. But as they sat there, holding hands, I could tell they were in love. Very in love.

Clearing my throat, I turned to Candace again. "And you said the ghost chased you?"

"Not just that. It knew my name. It kept yelling, 'Mrs Armstrong! Mrs Armstrong!' And that's when I hit the stairs and fell."

"You fell?" I frowned. That didn't go with the story she gave for the report I found online. "The ghost didn't push you?"

"Oh, I don't- I don't know. I mean, I think it did. Maybe."

"Did you feel like it meant to hurt you, like it was violent, or-"

She cut me off suddenly, "It was a ghost. I'm lucky to be alive. Anyway, I was at the bottom of the stairs, and that's when it got weird." Chuckling lightly, she leaned forward, getting a little closer as she added, "It helped me up."

"Say again?"

"Yeah. It helped me up. And it kept saying over and over, 'Please, don't tell my mum'."

"Yeah, that's weird." Really weird...

...

I found Dean sitting on the steps of the porch outside the woman's Fitness Center, reading a newspaper.

"Well, you pick up anything?" I asked as I reached him.

Folding the paper up, he stood and walked down the stairs. "No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean."

"Yeah. I'm not surprised. I kind of got the feeling back there that crazy pushed Mrs Armstrong down the stairs," I noted as we started walking.

"I got to tell you, I'm pretty disappointed."

"You wanted to save naked women."

He gave a short nod. "Damn right I wanted to save some naked women."

Chuckling lightly, I shook my head in amusement as we reached the path, only to be cut off as a kid ran past us, running away from three other kids who were close behind him.

"Come on, guys, get him!" one of the kids yelled.

"I got him! I got him!" another added.

Dean and I watched them dash past as Dean called out, "Run, Forrest, run!"

With the kids now gone, I turned to my brother, not seeing any point in hanging around town if there was no case. "Sorry, Dean, but I don't think anything's going on around here."

As if right on time, we overheard two men arguing. One was a cop while the other looked like a simple civilian. But the civilian was clearly upset about something.

"How the hell was I supposed to get a look at it? It grabbed me from behind and threw me into a tree!"

"Yeah, okay, Gus. I understand you got shook up. Anyone would be. But don't you think it- Don't you think it had to be a bear?" the cop asked, trying to reason with Gus- the civilian- clearly not believing him.

"I know a damn bear track when I see one!" Gus insisted. "This thing didn't leave bear tracks! Its feet were huge!"

"Now, Gus-"

"It was Bigfoot, Hal. The Bigfoot!"

Bigfoot?

"Gus, you're not talking sense here."

"There's a Bigfoot out there, damn it, and he's a son of a bitch!"

Walking over to the two men, Dean and I pulled out our badges as I cleared my throat, catching their attention. "Excuse us. FBI."

The cop looked genuinely confused and shocked. "What?"

"Yes, sir. We're here about the..." I nodded to Gus. "That."

"About Bigfoot?"

"That's right." Turning to Gus I asked, "Sir, can you tell me exactly where this happened?"

Straightening up, arms folded over his chest, Gus gave a firm nod. "Yes, I can."

DPOV

Gus had directed us down a path and into the woods. Both Sam and I weren't exactly sure what we might be walking into, but whatever it was, it was clear it was weird. Nothing about this case had been normal so far.

"What the hell's going on in this town? First there's a ghost that's not real, and now a Bigfoot sighting?"

Sam shrugged, hands in his pockets as he walked beside me. "Well, every hunter worth his salt knows Bigfoot's a hoax."

"Well, maybe somebody's pumping LSD into the town water supply," I joked right before we both came to a stop as we looked down at what was clearly a huge track on the ground... I just had no idea where it might have come from. "Okay. What do you suppose made that?"

Sam though about it for a moment, but all he came up with was, "That, uh... is a big foot."

...

We'd followed the tracks to a path that lead us over a bridge and to a store. Whatever had made the tracks, left prints up to the store's back door- which had been ripped off its hinges- and then inside. Walking in, we found the place a mess. Especially the liquor section. There was broken glass all over the floor, and a lot of missing bottles that weren't scattered all over the place.

"So, what, Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store, jonesing for some hooch?" I crouched down to read the labels of the broken bottles. "Amaretto and Irish cream. He's a girl-drink drunk." As Sam moved on, I reached over and grabbed myself a bottle of something, stashing it in my jacket.

"Hey. Check this out," Sam called me over.

I moved towards him, coming to stand by the porn magazine rack... which was practically empty. "He took the whole porno rack? Well, I'll say it again. What the hell is going on in this town?"

EPOV

Jo and I sat on the hood of the truck she'd arrived in, looking up at the sky, just talking away. The moment I'd sent her a message to let her know I was okay, she'd told me to meet her at this park close to Bobby's that we used to hang around years ago. We'd been here a while now, just catching up like the good old times.

It was nice, hanging out with her like this. Since that first and only case we did together, we didn't really see each other that much. But before, we saw each other almost every week. The distance didn't change how I felt about her though. She was still like a sister to me. Just like Ellen was like a mum to me. Things were just... different now.

"You know what your mum's been doing lately?"

"Hunting," Jo answered without having to think about it. "Sometimes we hunt together, but a lot of the times she goes off and does her own thing like I do."

A small smile played on my lips as I turned to look at her. "Three years ago, would you have thought this is how we'd end up?"

"No," she laughed, shaking her head. "No way did I think I'd been hunting. Especially not with my mum. I actually thought, if there was anyone I'd hunt with, it would be with you. Best hunter I know."

I scoffed. "Please. Bobby taught me everything I know. The Winchesters are the strongest people I know. Your mum is the toughest woman in the history of the human race. Oh, and you know... you're not too bad yourself," I teased.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." She rolled her eyes, looking up at the sky again. "What about you? Did you ever think you'd be where you are?"

"Did I ever think I'd be in a relationship, hunting with the Winchesters, and fighting to stop the apocalypse? Hm, let me think about that..." I gave it a moment as I pretended to think before answering, "Nope."

"Admit it." She turned her head to look at me. "Hunting with the Winchesters... you love it."

I shrugged. "It's not bad."

"Oh, come on Lizzie." She sat up and turned to me a little more. "You love it. If you didn't, you would have come back to mum and me years ago. Or you would have moved back in with Bobby."

"Okay, yeah. I love it. Because I'm hunting. It's got nothing to do with the guys."

"That's bull, and you know it. Whenever we talk, you're always going on about the brothers. Sam's practically replaced me. And Dean?" She gave me a knowing look. "None of us are blind. We all know there's something going on between the two of you."

"Um, excuse me… I'm in a relationship," I reminded her. "There's nothing going on between me and anyone other than Tristan."

Rolling her eyes, she moved back so she was lying down again. "If that was the case, you wouldn't hunt with the brothers anymore. Tristan wouldn't have left you here. And you would have introduced him to everyone by now."

I didn't care what Jo said. I was one hundred percent sure about Tristan. I loved him and he loved me. I really did. He helped through losing Dean. He'd saved my life a bunch of times and I'd saved his. He meant a lot to me.

DPOV

Sitting on a bench outside the store, Sam and I tried to think over what we might be dealing with. But try as we might, nothing seemed to add up. I could honestly say I've never had a case this absurd before, and that was saying a lot.

Shaking my head, I let out a frustrated sight. "I got nothing."

"It's got to be a joke, right? Some big-ass mother in a gorilla suit?"

"Or it's a Bigfoot. You know, and he's some kind of an alcohol-porno addict. Kind of like a deep-woods Duchovny," I chuckled lightly to myself.

Just then, a little girl on a bike appeared, coming down the path, headed towards the store. She didn't even glance at Sam and I as she rode past. But as she did, the wind picked up, blowing a magazine out of the carrier that say behind her.

She disappeared around the corner as Sam and I stood to grab the magazine. Strange thing is... it was a porno.

"A little young for busty Asian beauties," I noted.

Sneaking over to the corner, Sam and I looked around to see the little girl leave a box of things by the stairs that lead to the broken door, before she grabbed her bike and started to walk to the bridge and into the woods, Sam and I right behind her.

...

I pulled the car up in front of a house where the little girl's bike sat out the front. Sam and I got out and headed up the path, looking to the normal, everyday suburban home that stood before us.

"What's this, like a 'Harry and the Hendersons' deal?" I asked as we walked up the stairs to know on the door.

A moment later, the door opened as the little girl looked up at us. "Hello?"

"Hello!" Sam smiled down at her. "Um, could we... You know what? Are your parents home?"

"Nope."

"No," Sam sighed as he looked over to me.

"No," I repeated, turning back at the little girl. "Um... have you seen a really, really furry-"

She cut me off, worry in her voice. "Is he in trouble?"

"No," Sam assured her, chuckling lightly. "No, no, no. Not at all. We just- We wanted to make sure he was okay."

"Exactly." I nodded.

"He's my teddy bear," she explained, lowering her voice to a whisper as she went on. "I think he's sick."

Standing there, looking down at her for a moment longer, it took me a second or two to think up of a response that would get us inside so we could see what was going on. Lucky for us, I was a god liar.

"Wow. Uh... amazing. 'Cause you know what? We..." I gave Sam's arms a nudge, "are, uh..." we pulled out our health inspector badges, "teddy bear doctors."

"Really?" Her face lit up. "Can you please take a look at him?"

Both Sam and I nodded. "Sure. Yeah."

...

Walking up the stairs, the little girl in front while Sam was behind, we followed her to a closed door. I'd looked around every corner and every room we'd passed, finding that we were alone. This little girl who would be no older than nine, was home alone.

Stopping in front of the door, she turned to Sam and me as we stood a step behind her. "He's in my bedroom. He's pretty grumpy." Lifting her hand, she knocked on the door. "Teddy? There's some nice doctors here to see you." Reaching for the handle, she turned it and opened the door.

I could not believe what I was seeing.

Sitting inside the room, watching the news on TV while the lights were out, while drinking some kind of alcoholic drink from the bottle, was a bear. But not just any kind of bear. No, this one looked exactly like the kinds you found on kids' beds. Only difference is... this teddy bear was big. Bigger than Sam and I.

"Close the friggin' door!" he snapped, clearly drunk. It was also obvious that he wasn't angry drunk or bored drunk... he was depressed.

Doing as he said, the little girl closed the door before turning back to Sam and me. "See what I mean?"

Sam and I shared a look. Speechless. We'd never dealt with something like this. How were we supposed to respond? What were we supposed to say? Or do? How were we supposed to reassure this little girl, and get rid of the bear?

"All I ever wanted was a teddy which was big, real, and talked," she explained when neither Sam or I said anything. "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."

"Um, little girl-"

She cut me off with an annoyed sigh, "Audrey!"

"Audrey," I corrected, before going on. "How exactly did your teddy become real?"

"I wished for it," she answered with a simple shrug as if it were obvious and normal... which it wasn't, by the way.

"You wished for it?" Sam asked, needing more than that. We needed details.

Audrey gave a sharp nod. "At the wishing well."

Looking down at her for a moment longer, I wondered if she was being serious or if something else had happened. What was this bear? What was going on in this town?

Stepping forward, I opened the door and moved into the room, watching as the bear still sat there watching the TV, rocking back and forth, holding the bottle of alcohol still.

"Look at this." He gestured to the TV. "You believe this crap?"

Giving a quick glance to the screen, I then turned back to him. "Not really."

"It is a terrible world." He spun around to look at the three of us. "Why am I here?!"

"For tea parties!" Audrey exclaimed.

"Tea parties?" The bear chuckled lightly, unamused. "Is that all there is?" he asked as he began to sob.

Slowly, I turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me as I moved to stand next to Sam again, looking down at Audrey once more.

"Audrey, give us a second, okay?" Sam asked, getting an understanding nod from the girl. "Okay." Walking a few steps away, Sam and I had our backs to her as he spoke in a hushed voice, "Are we... should we... uh… are we gonna kill this teddy bear?"

I shrugged, not exactly sure about our options here. "How? Do we shoot it, burn it?"

"I don't know. Both?"

"How do we even know that's gonna work? I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed-off teddy on our hands."

"Yeah." He nodded, agreeing. "Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn't really the, you know, core problem here." Turning, he spoke to the girl again. "Audrey. Where are your parents?"

"My mum wished they were in Bali, so I think they're in Bali." She shrugged.

That doesn't help the situation...

"Okay, well... I'm really sorry to have to break this to you, but... your bear is sick." Sam sighed sympathetically, "Yeah, he's- he's got..."

As he continued to struggle to come up with something, I saved him. "Lollipop disease."

Sam nodded. "Lollipop disease."

"It's not uncommon for a bear his size," I explained to Audrey, obviously lying through my teeth... but she believed us. "But, see, it's- it's really contagious."

"Yeah, so, is there- is there someone, maybe a grown-up, that you can stay with while we treat him?" Sam asked.

"Mrs Hurley lives down the street," Audrey noted.

"Perfect." I smiled.

"Good, yeah, good. Uh, we'd like you to stay there for a few days, okay?" Sam told her.

"Okay." She nodded, still understanding.

But before she left, there was one more thing we needed to find out. "Oh, and, Audrey? Where is this wishing well?"

SPOV

As Dean and i walked into Lucky Chins, the kid that had been chased before walked out, a look of determination on his face. Ignoring him, we headed straight for the wishing well in the middle of the restaurant.

Stopping in front of it, Dean looked down at it curiously. "Think it works?"

"Got a better explanation for teddy back there?" I countered.

"Well, there's one way to find out." Reaching into his pocket, Dean pulled out a coin.

"What are you gonna wish for?"

"Shh!" He threw the coin in, closing his eyes as he made a wish. "Not supposed to tell."

A second or two later, the bell above the door rang as a delivery guy stepped in. "Somebody order a footlong Italian with jalapeño?"

Dean- just as shocked as I was- looked from the guy, to me, as he raised his hand. "That'd be me."

DPOV

Sitting at one of the tables, I dug into my sub, enjoying every delicious bite it had to offer. "I think it works, dude. That was pretty specific."

Sam shrugged. "The teddy bear, the sandwich..."

"Mm. I'm guessing this." I showed him the front page of the newspaper that sat in front of me, pointing to the article of a man who'd won millions in the lottery.

He gave it a glance before gesturing to the side. "I'm guessing that."

I looked over to see a couple sitting there, all loved up, the guy a nerd the girl a bombshell. "Well, that definitely goes on the list. What are we supposed to do, huh? Stop people's wishes from coming true? I mean, it sounds like kind of a douche-y thing to do."

"Yeah, maybe. But come on, man. When has something like this ever come without a price tag? And usually a deadly one."

"I don't know. It's a damn good sandwich," I noted, taking another bite. "All right. Fine. We'll put a hold on the wishing till we figure out what's going on."

Just then, one of the waiters came over to our table. "Uh, gentlemen, gentlemen. I'm sorry. We don't allow people to eat outside food here."

"Well, I am certainly not gonna eat the inside food here." Gesturing for him to wait, I began to reach into my pockets until i found and pulled out the badge I was looking for. "Health department. You, my friend, have a rat infestation. We're gonna have to shut this place down under emergency hazard code 56C."

"Rats?!"

Bamby