Supernatural Fic: Teddy Bear Doctors
Title: Teddy Bear Doctors
Author: SirenPrincess
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, totally completely pointless fluff
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers: Season 4 Wishful Thinking
Word Count: 929
Summary: Dean’s been a teddy bear doctor before.
Disclaimer: This work is based on characters and situations created and owned by the CW. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“He’s my teddy bear. I think he’s sick,” the little girl said.
“Wow. Uh . . .Amazing,” Dean responded, stalling for time while he figured out what the heck to do. It had been a while since he’d had to really deal with kids, but it was the same as adults, wasn’t it? Lie about who you are, be someone they can trust, someone who could help. “'Cause you know what? We . . . are, uh . . .” He turned to Sam and startled chucking. Were they really going to do this? Apparently they were, and it seemed Sammy had already caught on and was on board. “We’re teddy bear doctors,” he said with a little smile as he flashed his ID. Sammy was smiling pretty broadly himself. It made Dean wonder if his brother was recalling the same memory he was.
“Really?” the girl asked. “Can you please take a look at him?”
“Sure,” Dean responded automatically. Worked every time. Especially kids. They’d believe anything you told them.
~~~~~~~~ 17 years earlier ~~~~~~~~~
Sammy was crying softly and hugging himself. Dad had taught them not to sob and cry loudly, but Dean could tell Sammy wanted to. With shaking hands Dean finally sat down the gun and went over to embrace his brother. “It’s okay, Sammy. It’s gone. We’re okay.”
It was rare for one of the monsters to run from their dad and find them in their hotel room, but Dean had been prepared this time. He’d taken care of it, shot it until it ran off wounded. Sure it had been a little scary-okay, really scary if he was being honest with himself-but it was over now. He’d protected his brother. Nothing to cry about.
“Mr. Snuggles,” Sam whispered while the silent tears continued to fall. He reached for the teddy bear that was now slashed to pieces. Bits of stuffing were hanging out all over, and the toy’s head lolled to the side as it hung on by only a few threads.
Dean had always thought the bear was stupid. A cop had given it to him the night of the fire, like a teddy bear could somehow make the fact that his mother had just burned to death better. He was going to pitch it, but it was one of the few things that seemed to calm Sammy down. Those first few months, baby Sammy cried pretty much constantly. He’d gotten so much fussier and crankier without Mom. Almost nothing would stop his crying, except that stupid teddy bear. So Dean had given it to him.
Now Sammy really was too old for it himself. Dean was about to tell him so and toss the thing in the trash for good, but then he saw Sam’s tears and just couldn’t do it. “It’s okay, Sammy. It’s okay. Because . . .” He stopped, not sure of what to say. The bear was clearly toast. But . . . what could he say to calm Sammy down? “Because I just happen to be skilled in teddy bear surgery.” The lie flowed off his tongue effortlessly.
“Really?” Sam asked, buying it.
“Absolutely,” Dean replied with complete confidence. “In the morning we’ll go to the gas station, and I’ll get a sewing kit. A few stitches here, a few stitches there, he’ll be all put back together. Sure, he’ll have some scars, but scars . . . scars are just marks of bravery. Anything else ever tries to get in here, they’ll see you’ve got one bad ass bear protecting you.”
It sounded ridiculous to him as he said it, but Sammy flung himself into hugging him. “Thank you, Dean! You’re the best brother ever. I love you.” Sam snuggled into Dean’s chest.
“Love you too, bro,” Dean replied. “Now get back to sleep. Dad’ll probably be back soon, and he’ll be upset if you’re still up. Sooner you get to sleep, the sooner I can fix Mr. Snuggles in the morning.”
“Thanks, Dean,” Sammy said as he curled up on his side in the bed and drifted back to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~
“Teddy bear doctors?” Sam asked Dean with a chuckle after they left Audrey’s house. “Did we really just tell her that?”
“Why not?” Dean asked with a shrug. “Worked on you.”
Sam nodded. There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “I can’t believe you sewed that bear back together for me. It had more stitches than it did original threads.” He laughed.
“Whatever happened to that thing?” Dean wondered as they walked.
“Don’t laugh,” Sam demanded.
“Why would I laugh?” Dean asked seriously.
“I still had it at Stanford. I guess . . . it probably burned in that fire . . .” His expression said it all. He wasn’t thinking about the bear anymore, but about darker things. Jess.
“I can’t believe you kept that thing. Didn’t your dorm mates tease you for being a big baby?” Dean razzed his brother in an attempt to distract him. “Hmm, maybe I should buy you a new one, huh?”
“Shut up,” Sam said, shaking his head. But at least that pained look was off his face.
“Jerk”
“Bitch”
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Comments are welcome. General fluffiness and other fun ideas with the boys welcome.
Author: SirenPrincess
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff, totally completely pointless fluff
Characters: Sam and Dean
Spoilers: Season 4 Wishful Thinking
Word Count: 929
Summary: Dean’s been a teddy bear doctor before.
Disclaimer: This work is based on characters and situations created and owned by the CW. No money is being made, and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“He’s my teddy bear. I think he’s sick,” the little girl said.
“Wow. Uh . . .Amazing,” Dean responded, stalling for time while he figured out what the heck to do. It had been a while since he’d had to really deal with kids, but it was the same as adults, wasn’t it? Lie about who you are, be someone they can trust, someone who could help. “'Cause you know what? We . . . are, uh . . .” He turned to Sam and startled chucking. Were they really going to do this? Apparently they were, and it seemed Sammy had already caught on and was on board. “We’re teddy bear doctors,” he said with a little smile as he flashed his ID. Sammy was smiling pretty broadly himself. It made Dean wonder if his brother was recalling the same memory he was.
“Really?” the girl asked. “Can you please take a look at him?”
“Sure,” Dean responded automatically. Worked every time. Especially kids. They’d believe anything you told them.
~~~~~~~~ 17 years earlier ~~~~~~~~~
Sammy was crying softly and hugging himself. Dad had taught them not to sob and cry loudly, but Dean could tell Sammy wanted to. With shaking hands Dean finally sat down the gun and went over to embrace his brother. “It’s okay, Sammy. It’s gone. We’re okay.”
It was rare for one of the monsters to run from their dad and find them in their hotel room, but Dean had been prepared this time. He’d taken care of it, shot it until it ran off wounded. Sure it had been a little scary-okay, really scary if he was being honest with himself-but it was over now. He’d protected his brother. Nothing to cry about.
“Mr. Snuggles,” Sam whispered while the silent tears continued to fall. He reached for the teddy bear that was now slashed to pieces. Bits of stuffing were hanging out all over, and the toy’s head lolled to the side as it hung on by only a few threads.
Dean had always thought the bear was stupid. A cop had given it to him the night of the fire, like a teddy bear could somehow make the fact that his mother had just burned to death better. He was going to pitch it, but it was one of the few things that seemed to calm Sammy down. Those first few months, baby Sammy cried pretty much constantly. He’d gotten so much fussier and crankier without Mom. Almost nothing would stop his crying, except that stupid teddy bear. So Dean had given it to him.
Now Sammy really was too old for it himself. Dean was about to tell him so and toss the thing in the trash for good, but then he saw Sam’s tears and just couldn’t do it. “It’s okay, Sammy. It’s okay. Because . . .” He stopped, not sure of what to say. The bear was clearly toast. But . . . what could he say to calm Sammy down? “Because I just happen to be skilled in teddy bear surgery.” The lie flowed off his tongue effortlessly.
“Really?” Sam asked, buying it.
“Absolutely,” Dean replied with complete confidence. “In the morning we’ll go to the gas station, and I’ll get a sewing kit. A few stitches here, a few stitches there, he’ll be all put back together. Sure, he’ll have some scars, but scars . . . scars are just marks of bravery. Anything else ever tries to get in here, they’ll see you’ve got one bad ass bear protecting you.”
It sounded ridiculous to him as he said it, but Sammy flung himself into hugging him. “Thank you, Dean! You’re the best brother ever. I love you.” Sam snuggled into Dean’s chest.
“Love you too, bro,” Dean replied. “Now get back to sleep. Dad’ll probably be back soon, and he’ll be upset if you’re still up. Sooner you get to sleep, the sooner I can fix Mr. Snuggles in the morning.”
“Thanks, Dean,” Sammy said as he curled up on his side in the bed and drifted back to sleep.
~~~~~~~~~
“Teddy bear doctors?” Sam asked Dean with a chuckle after they left Audrey’s house. “Did we really just tell her that?”
“Why not?” Dean asked with a shrug. “Worked on you.”
Sam nodded. There was a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. “I can’t believe you sewed that bear back together for me. It had more stitches than it did original threads.” He laughed.
“Whatever happened to that thing?” Dean wondered as they walked.
“Don’t laugh,” Sam demanded.
“Why would I laugh?” Dean asked seriously.
“I still had it at Stanford. I guess . . . it probably burned in that fire . . .” His expression said it all. He wasn’t thinking about the bear anymore, but about darker things. Jess.
“I can’t believe you kept that thing. Didn’t your dorm mates tease you for being a big baby?” Dean razzed his brother in an attempt to distract him. “Hmm, maybe I should buy you a new one, huh?”
“Shut up,” Sam said, shaking his head. But at least that pained look was off his face.
“Jerk”
“Bitch”
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Comments are welcome. General fluffiness and other fun ideas with the boys welcome.