Fic: Sam and Dean's Beary Weird Day
Fic: Sam and Dean's Beary Weird Day
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: So I found this bear, whose name is Sam, and told tarotgal about my crazy idea to turn Sam into a teddy bear. So of course, we both had to write fics for it. :D
tg's is here.
There was one thing that Dean Winchester hated more than witches.
There was a brilliant flash of light and he sailed backwards, thrown against the wall with enough force to take his breath away.
Twin witches.
Son of a bitch.
Staggering to his feet, he blinked until the purple spots in his vision cleared, and yelled over to Sam, “Get her!”
He flung a hand in the direction of the teen witch, who had taken off down the alleyway, long black hair flying behind her.
In front of him was the brother, standing there with a malicious expression on his face, ready to kick Dean’s ass without lifting so much as a finger.
Friggin’ witches.
* * *
An hour later, Dean stumbled back to the motel room in defeat. The boy had gotten away after he’d managed to knock Dean unconscious, and when he’d woken up, there were no witches, and no Sam, either. Hopefully his brother had had better luck, because all Dean had was a couple of broken ribs. His whole body felt like it would be one giant bruise in the morning.
He pulled his keys out of his pocket and fumbled for the room key, trying to distinguish it from the others in the glow from the streetlight on the other side of the parking lot. In the gloom, he almost didn’t notice the little form huddled next to the door frame.
As he finally managed to get the door open, light spilled out of the motel room, illuminating the teddy bear slumped on the ground. Probably belonged to a kid in another room. Hopefully housekeeping would pick it up in the morning, Dean thought as he gazed down at the bear.
The teddy bear turned its head and looked back up at him.
“Holy shit!” Dean yelped, taking a step backwards.
The teddy bear reached out its arms, showing little paws, and Dean instantly thought of every creepy toy horror movie he’d ever seen.
But as he kept his eyes fixed on the thing, something about it seemed… familiar. It was wearing a tiny little blue plaid shirt, baggy jeans, and brown boots. On top of that it had a button-down brown jacket that looked a lot like-
“Sam?” Dean whispered at the teddy bear, hoping he was still unconscious and this was all some kind of freaky dream.
The bear nodded, lowering its arms.
Dean blinked back at his two foot tall brother. “Uh, okay,” he stammered. “So, so-you’re a bear. I mean… what the hell, Sam?”
Limited by a single facial expression, the Sam bear flung out his little arms as if to say, “How the hell should I know?”
“Did the witch do this?” Dean asked.
Sam nodded again, then looked around and took a step backwards into the motel room.
“Yeah, good idea,” Dean said, following him inside. “Before somebody calls the cops on the psycho talking to a teddy bear in the parking lot.”
As Dean shut the door behind them, Sam scurried over to the table in the kitchenette, pulling himself up onto one of the chairs. Dean watched with amusement as Sam used one paw to pull a mostly blank pad of paper and a pen closer to him. He tried to pick up the pen but, without opposable thumbs, had to resort to holding it between both paws, the paper sliding under it as he wrote.
Dean hurried over to steady the paper, and watched as Sam wrote in big, wobbly letters:
HELP
Dean looked down at his brother, feeling a little helpless. This was unlike anything either of them had ever encountered before. “Yeah, but… how? I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in Dad’s journal on what to do if your little brother gets himself turned into a teddy bear.”
Sam put his hands on his hips, staring up at Dean, who had to contain his laughter at the sheer amount of attitude coming off his pint-sized brother. He almost wished Sam could talk, just so he could hear the words Sam was probably thinking coming out of that tiny teddy bear mouth.
“You know, for a stuffed animal, you’re not very cuddly, Sammy,” Dean continued, even as Sam ignored him, swiping a paw across the tablet in frustration to get another blank piece of paper.
CALL BOBBY.
“Yeah, I can try, maybe he’ll have an idea,” Dean agreed, pulling out his phone. “Hey, does this make you a cursed object?”
Sam slammed his paw against the table in frustration, but without any muscle behind it, there was just a soft little thump.
Dean snorted. “Okay, okay, don’t lose your stuffing. Calm down. We’ll figure this out.” Dialing Bobby’s number, he started pacing slowly around the room, waiting for the older hunter to pick up.
Sam, meanwhile, flopped back down into the chair in frustration, looking like a sad, discarded toy.
“Hey, Bobby? …Yeah, it’s Dean. Listen, uh, we got a problem.”
* * *
“Bobby’s got nothing.” Dean sat down on the edge of his bed and looked over at Sam, who was still curled up in the dining chair. “Basically, he thinks our best shot is to find this girl, figure out how she cursed you to begin with, and get her to reverse it. Killing her might just, uh, make it permanent. So, easy, right?”
Sam gave the teddy bear approximation of a shrug.
“Don’t worry, Sammy. We’ll get you back into your annoying gigantor body before you know it. I figure these kids think they won, they’re not gonna skip town overnight. I say we get some sleep, track ‘em down in the morning. Oh, but first…” Dean reached for his phone again and directed the camera at his brother, grinning. “Kodak moment, y’know?”
* * *
Sam couldn’t sleep.
It turned out that teddy bears - or humans in the bodies of teddy bears - could still get tired, but Sam wasn’t any closer to falling asleep than he had been when he’d nestled in amongst the pillows of his too-big bed to begin with.
He was just lonely, and everything seemed very big and far away. He turned his stuffed head to the side to look over at Dean, who was peacefully asleep in his own bed.
In the dim light coming through the threadbare curtains, Sam silently crawled to the edge of the bed and let himself drop to the floor, pushing himself to his feet again once he landed. He padded across the scratchy carpet and dragged himself up onto Dean’s bed, wobbling over to land next to his brother.
Dean startled awake, thankfully not going for the knife that he usually kept under his pillow, which could have ended very badly for Sam. “What the-“ Dean pushed himself up on one elbow and reached over to snap the bedside lamp on, blinking down in surprise at the teddy bear currently occupying his bed. “Sam? What’s wrong?”
Sam looked over at his own empty bed, and then back up at Dean. Hesitantly, he scooted closer to his brother until he was settled in the crook of Dean’s arm.
“Awww, widdle teddy needs a hug?” Dean joked, and was rewarded with a surprising but ineffectual headbutt to the chest. “Okay. Sorry.”
Sam flopped back down onto the bed and nodded dejectedly.
Dean sighed, rolling his eyes, and leaned back to make a space for Sam. “When you’re human again, not a word, okay?”
Sam swiped a paw across his mouth in a “my lips are sealed” gesture.
“I swear to god, Sam. I’ll bring you right back here and let that witch do whatever she wants to you.”
But Sam had already crawled forward and was curled up in his brother’s arms, head buried in Dean’s t-shirt.
“G’night, you weirdo,” Dean said, and clicked the light off.
Within ten minutes, Dean was sound asleep again, instinctively hugging Sam close. It was weird as hell, but given that he was a little short on options at the moment, Sam shifted a little and was soon resting comfortably himself, even if he couldn’t actually close his eyes.
* * *
True to his word, when Sam got his own body back, he never said a word about that strange (even for them) night.
It was two weeks later, on April Fool’s Day, that they were working a standard salt-and-burn four states over. Dean trudged back to the motel room after a long day of interviewing clueless locals, expecting to find Sam back from the library. Instead, the motel room was empty, but sitting motionless on Dean’s bed was a little teddy bear with a note tied around its neck.
WENT TO GET FOOD. BACK IN A LITTLE WHILE.
(IN CASE YOU GET LONELY.)
-SAM
Fandom: Supernatural
Summary: So I found this bear, whose name is Sam, and told tarotgal about my crazy idea to turn Sam into a teddy bear. So of course, we both had to write fics for it. :D
tg's is here.
There was one thing that Dean Winchester hated more than witches.
There was a brilliant flash of light and he sailed backwards, thrown against the wall with enough force to take his breath away.
Twin witches.
Son of a bitch.
Staggering to his feet, he blinked until the purple spots in his vision cleared, and yelled over to Sam, “Get her!”
He flung a hand in the direction of the teen witch, who had taken off down the alleyway, long black hair flying behind her.
In front of him was the brother, standing there with a malicious expression on his face, ready to kick Dean’s ass without lifting so much as a finger.
Friggin’ witches.
* * *
An hour later, Dean stumbled back to the motel room in defeat. The boy had gotten away after he’d managed to knock Dean unconscious, and when he’d woken up, there were no witches, and no Sam, either. Hopefully his brother had had better luck, because all Dean had was a couple of broken ribs. His whole body felt like it would be one giant bruise in the morning.
He pulled his keys out of his pocket and fumbled for the room key, trying to distinguish it from the others in the glow from the streetlight on the other side of the parking lot. In the gloom, he almost didn’t notice the little form huddled next to the door frame.
As he finally managed to get the door open, light spilled out of the motel room, illuminating the teddy bear slumped on the ground. Probably belonged to a kid in another room. Hopefully housekeeping would pick it up in the morning, Dean thought as he gazed down at the bear.
The teddy bear turned its head and looked back up at him.
“Holy shit!” Dean yelped, taking a step backwards.
The teddy bear reached out its arms, showing little paws, and Dean instantly thought of every creepy toy horror movie he’d ever seen.
But as he kept his eyes fixed on the thing, something about it seemed… familiar. It was wearing a tiny little blue plaid shirt, baggy jeans, and brown boots. On top of that it had a button-down brown jacket that looked a lot like-
“Sam?” Dean whispered at the teddy bear, hoping he was still unconscious and this was all some kind of freaky dream.
The bear nodded, lowering its arms.
Dean blinked back at his two foot tall brother. “Uh, okay,” he stammered. “So, so-you’re a bear. I mean… what the hell, Sam?”
Limited by a single facial expression, the Sam bear flung out his little arms as if to say, “How the hell should I know?”
“Did the witch do this?” Dean asked.
Sam nodded again, then looked around and took a step backwards into the motel room.
“Yeah, good idea,” Dean said, following him inside. “Before somebody calls the cops on the psycho talking to a teddy bear in the parking lot.”
As Dean shut the door behind them, Sam scurried over to the table in the kitchenette, pulling himself up onto one of the chairs. Dean watched with amusement as Sam used one paw to pull a mostly blank pad of paper and a pen closer to him. He tried to pick up the pen but, without opposable thumbs, had to resort to holding it between both paws, the paper sliding under it as he wrote.
Dean hurried over to steady the paper, and watched as Sam wrote in big, wobbly letters:
HELP
Dean looked down at his brother, feeling a little helpless. This was unlike anything either of them had ever encountered before. “Yeah, but… how? I’m pretty sure there’s nothing in Dad’s journal on what to do if your little brother gets himself turned into a teddy bear.”
Sam put his hands on his hips, staring up at Dean, who had to contain his laughter at the sheer amount of attitude coming off his pint-sized brother. He almost wished Sam could talk, just so he could hear the words Sam was probably thinking coming out of that tiny teddy bear mouth.
“You know, for a stuffed animal, you’re not very cuddly, Sammy,” Dean continued, even as Sam ignored him, swiping a paw across the tablet in frustration to get another blank piece of paper.
CALL BOBBY.
“Yeah, I can try, maybe he’ll have an idea,” Dean agreed, pulling out his phone. “Hey, does this make you a cursed object?”
Sam slammed his paw against the table in frustration, but without any muscle behind it, there was just a soft little thump.
Dean snorted. “Okay, okay, don’t lose your stuffing. Calm down. We’ll figure this out.” Dialing Bobby’s number, he started pacing slowly around the room, waiting for the older hunter to pick up.
Sam, meanwhile, flopped back down into the chair in frustration, looking like a sad, discarded toy.
“Hey, Bobby? …Yeah, it’s Dean. Listen, uh, we got a problem.”
* * *
“Bobby’s got nothing.” Dean sat down on the edge of his bed and looked over at Sam, who was still curled up in the dining chair. “Basically, he thinks our best shot is to find this girl, figure out how she cursed you to begin with, and get her to reverse it. Killing her might just, uh, make it permanent. So, easy, right?”
Sam gave the teddy bear approximation of a shrug.
“Don’t worry, Sammy. We’ll get you back into your annoying gigantor body before you know it. I figure these kids think they won, they’re not gonna skip town overnight. I say we get some sleep, track ‘em down in the morning. Oh, but first…” Dean reached for his phone again and directed the camera at his brother, grinning. “Kodak moment, y’know?”
* * *
Sam couldn’t sleep.
It turned out that teddy bears - or humans in the bodies of teddy bears - could still get tired, but Sam wasn’t any closer to falling asleep than he had been when he’d nestled in amongst the pillows of his too-big bed to begin with.
He was just lonely, and everything seemed very big and far away. He turned his stuffed head to the side to look over at Dean, who was peacefully asleep in his own bed.
In the dim light coming through the threadbare curtains, Sam silently crawled to the edge of the bed and let himself drop to the floor, pushing himself to his feet again once he landed. He padded across the scratchy carpet and dragged himself up onto Dean’s bed, wobbling over to land next to his brother.
Dean startled awake, thankfully not going for the knife that he usually kept under his pillow, which could have ended very badly for Sam. “What the-“ Dean pushed himself up on one elbow and reached over to snap the bedside lamp on, blinking down in surprise at the teddy bear currently occupying his bed. “Sam? What’s wrong?”
Sam looked over at his own empty bed, and then back up at Dean. Hesitantly, he scooted closer to his brother until he was settled in the crook of Dean’s arm.
“Awww, widdle teddy needs a hug?” Dean joked, and was rewarded with a surprising but ineffectual headbutt to the chest. “Okay. Sorry.”
Sam flopped back down onto the bed and nodded dejectedly.
Dean sighed, rolling his eyes, and leaned back to make a space for Sam. “When you’re human again, not a word, okay?”
Sam swiped a paw across his mouth in a “my lips are sealed” gesture.
“I swear to god, Sam. I’ll bring you right back here and let that witch do whatever she wants to you.”
But Sam had already crawled forward and was curled up in his brother’s arms, head buried in Dean’s t-shirt.
“G’night, you weirdo,” Dean said, and clicked the light off.
Within ten minutes, Dean was sound asleep again, instinctively hugging Sam close. It was weird as hell, but given that he was a little short on options at the moment, Sam shifted a little and was soon resting comfortably himself, even if he couldn’t actually close his eyes.
* * *
True to his word, when Sam got his own body back, he never said a word about that strange (even for them) night.
It was two weeks later, on April Fool’s Day, that they were working a standard salt-and-burn four states over. Dean trudged back to the motel room after a long day of interviewing clueless locals, expecting to find Sam back from the library. Instead, the motel room was empty, but sitting motionless on Dean’s bed was a little teddy bear with a note tied around its neck.
WENT TO GET FOOD. BACK IN A LITTLE WHILE.
(IN CASE YOU GET LONELY.)
-SAM