This chapter might be short, but it's sweet compared to the angst and hurt in previous chapters. A little light relief you could say.
Four weeks had pasted since the siblings departed from their father after the incident involving the motel ghost which resulted in the youngest contracting a form of infant ghost sickness. With the littlest Winchester now fighting fit once more, the siblings remained in the shelter and care of their surrogate father, Bobby Singer.
The teenagers enrolled themselves in the local school, leaving Chrissie in the company of Bobby during the day. Bobby wasn't used to having small children around and wasn't that keen on them but Chrissie was an exception.
The five year old, although incredibly curious and adventurous, never gave him any trouble as she would make her own entertainment. The aging hunter would smirk every now and then when he heard the small girl talk away to her teddy bear Goober.
"You felled down the stairs again Goober," Chrissie said with a pout one day, cradling the stuffed toy at the bottom of the stairs. She cooed at the bizarre teddy bear as she cradled it in her skinny arms. "Don't cry Goober. I give you band aid and make you all better. You not broke you face."
Another time, in the early morning just an hour after the boys left for school, Bobby caught her carrying the teddy on her shoulders and skipping around the house. A playful giggle escaped her lips as her wavy hair bounced on her shoulders with each skip.
That afternoon, Chrissie was telling Goober a story whilst sitting on the couch, the inanimate bear staring back at her with blank button eyes.
"I wanna be a turtle" she told the bear with a serious yet adorable expression. "But I be a super fast ninja turtle. I eats pizza, ice-ceem and cheesieburgers."
Chrissie sat back and blew a raspberry. She giggled at the sound and repeated the action several times before returning her attention back to her patchwork teddy bear. Beaming, Chrissie giggled again.
"Deanie's an old man," she whispered into the toy's ear, as if her statement was a secret. "He not know that. Shhhh, Goober. You not tell him."
From sweet innocent activities such as reading and telling stories, to rocking it to sleep, there was no doubt. This teddy bear was the child's best friend.
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