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Who: Mindy Macready & John Eastwood Dean Winchester
Where: Mindy's room.
When: Today!
What: Dean comes off his loss. Mindy loses the best Ken Doll she ever had.
Mindy was concerned. She checked his room every day when she'd come back from patrol. The nameplate still being on the door was a good sign. That small reminder told her that Dean was still a twelve inch plastic representation of himself, complete with accessories. She had been upset when she kept trying to wish for clothing for him and getting flannel shirts and dark button downs. She thought he was classier than that.
She got Brock to make him Kevlar, giving him protection against everything except armor piercing rounds. (Hey, sometimes Barbie got mean.) The castle gave him a black truck to drive around her room and she filled the back of it with as many weapons as possible. When she realized that he could be someone on a loss, it made a bit more sense. She stopped trying to get him different clothing from the castle and just dressed him in whatever had been already handed down to her. Maybe he liked looking like he was going camping all the time.
She didn't shove him into the front seat of the truck and hurtle it toward a wall. She didn't shove him in a drawer to simulate solitary confinement and she didn't water board him anymore. Mindy was actually nice to her new doll. Then there was speed-dating. It was when Mindy found out just who her Ken doll was.
She'd never met Dean Winchester, but she was well-acquainted with one Sam Winchester. Arch Enemy Number o1. The asshole that had locked his dogs up, leaving them to suffer. Mindy still missed Hekyll, but Jekyll lived on and it wasn't her fault that some maniac had killed him.
With Mindy fully aware of just who she had in her possession, she tried to make things even better than they had been. She broke into his old room and checked out his surroundings, trying to figure out what made the guy tick. In a way, her father would've been proud of her. She was putting herself into the mind of her target. Not that Dean was a target, but still.
However, when Paris came and went and Dean was still a doll, it worried her. Now she spent her day trying not to play with him. Worried that whatever she'd done to him on his loss had broken him somehow. She left him on a chair in the corner of her room. She'd move him every once in a while, but she wasn't sure what to do. She definitely didn't want to take him to Sam and admit that she might have ruined his brother.
In an act of desperation, Mindy found one of her Barbie dolls that still had all of her limbs. (Look, sometimes pretending to be an Astronaut isn't the best cover for a prostitute.) She dressed her up in a bathing suit and sat her down next to Dean's doll. If anything, he'd have some plastic company.
"Sorry, she's probably not very smart. I blew up Lawyer Barbie last week. This is just some beach one. She's not even a dog groomer." With that, Mindy left him to be and moved on to finish working on fixing her costume.