A Bear's Tale (1/1) Chancefic
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Fic: A Bear's Tale(1/1)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Dean draws the line. His family flagrantly dances on it.
Author: pen37
Beta: clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Dean, Chance
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: g
Firstline_Fic week# 25: "Alright, Whose Bright Idea Was It To . . .?"
Crossovers_100 Prompt # 73 Light
“Alright, whose bright idea was it to give my son a bear?”
Dean looked at Chloe with real anger. There were certain things that they would tolerate in this family: night lights, flexible bedtimes and even Jack Jack, Chance's very own Irish wolfhound that in no way resembled a summoned hell beast.
But you had to draw the line somewhere. And in the Winchester house, that somewhere was with stuffed teddy bears.
So he felt he was justifiably upset to come back from a hunt only to find his son and Dog curled up together and sleeping in the glow of the night-light with the stuffed, furry monstrosity.
Chloe looked at him with an expression that matched his. “My dad gave it to him today.”
“And you couldn't tell him no?”
“Not this time,” Chloe crossed her arms in a defensive stance and leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Why not?” Dean raked his fingers through his hair. “Hon, we don't know where that thing has been.”
“In my mouth.”
He blinked at that. Abruptly, anger fled in the face of confusion. “Come again?”
“It was my bear growing up,” she said quietly. “Mom gave him to me before she left. After she was gone, I used to suck on his ear at night so that I wouldn't cry and wake up Dad.”
“Oh,” Dean said quietly. He felt like a first class ass. “So no curses on it?”
“If there were curses, they probably wore off when I was ten,” she said stiffly.
“Unless,” Dean trailed off thoughtfully.
“Unless what?”
“Unless Chance is now cursed to grow up and be a super genius.” Dean shook his head. “Terrible fate to inflict on a boy.”
“Oh shut up,” Chloe muttered. The corners of her mouth twitched as she fought off a smile.
Dean smiled himself in victory. A Sullivan snit was no match for Winchester charm. He figured that the situation called for a peace offering. “So what's the name of the furry menace?”
“Well, we decided to name him Jack-Jack, but I've been calling him Dog, like the dog in Good Omens.” Chloe ducked her head to hide a smile that left no doubt in Dean's mind that she was teasing him.
“I meant the bear, Chloe,” he said in exasperation.
She nodded and bit her lip. “Walter Cronkite.”
“Walter Cronkite?”
Chloe nodded sheepishly.
“Well, that's okay then,” Dean said.
“You sure?” her face twisted in confusion.
“Yeah,” Dean said. “If the bear was evil, it would have some kind of name like Mr. Fluffy or something. There is no way any stuffed animal named Walter Cronkite could be a threat to my child.”
Chloe smiled at that and Dean congratulated himself at a job well done. Still, best to keep the rock salt handy. Despite the name, you just never knew.
spawnfic_tues.
Fic: A Bear's Tale(1/1)
Series: Chance Winchesterverse
Summary: Dean draws the line. His family flagrantly dances on it.
Author: pen37
Beta: clarksmuse
Fandoms: Smallville/Supernatural
Characters: Chloe, Dean, Chance
Pairing:Chloe/Dean
Rating: g
Firstline_Fic week# 25: "Alright, Whose Bright Idea Was It To . . .?"
Crossovers_100 Prompt # 73 Light
“Alright, whose bright idea was it to give my son a bear?”
Dean looked at Chloe with real anger. There were certain things that they would tolerate in this family: night lights, flexible bedtimes and even Jack Jack, Chance's very own Irish wolfhound that in no way resembled a summoned hell beast.
But you had to draw the line somewhere. And in the Winchester house, that somewhere was with stuffed teddy bears.
So he felt he was justifiably upset to come back from a hunt only to find his son and Dog curled up together and sleeping in the glow of the night-light with the stuffed, furry monstrosity.
Chloe looked at him with an expression that matched his. “My dad gave it to him today.”
“And you couldn't tell him no?”
“Not this time,” Chloe crossed her arms in a defensive stance and leaned against the kitchen counter.
“Why not?” Dean raked his fingers through his hair. “Hon, we don't know where that thing has been.”
“In my mouth.”
He blinked at that. Abruptly, anger fled in the face of confusion. “Come again?”
“It was my bear growing up,” she said quietly. “Mom gave him to me before she left. After she was gone, I used to suck on his ear at night so that I wouldn't cry and wake up Dad.”
“Oh,” Dean said quietly. He felt like a first class ass. “So no curses on it?”
“If there were curses, they probably wore off when I was ten,” she said stiffly.
“Unless,” Dean trailed off thoughtfully.
“Unless what?”
“Unless Chance is now cursed to grow up and be a super genius.” Dean shook his head. “Terrible fate to inflict on a boy.”
“Oh shut up,” Chloe muttered. The corners of her mouth twitched as she fought off a smile.
Dean smiled himself in victory. A Sullivan snit was no match for Winchester charm. He figured that the situation called for a peace offering. “So what's the name of the furry menace?”
“Well, we decided to name him Jack-Jack, but I've been calling him Dog, like the dog in Good Omens.” Chloe ducked her head to hide a smile that left no doubt in Dean's mind that she was teasing him.
“I meant the bear, Chloe,” he said in exasperation.
She nodded and bit her lip. “Walter Cronkite.”
“Walter Cronkite?”
Chloe nodded sheepishly.
“Well, that's okay then,” Dean said.
“You sure?” her face twisted in confusion.
“Yeah,” Dean said. “If the bear was evil, it would have some kind of name like Mr. Fluffy or something. There is no way any stuffed animal named Walter Cronkite could be a threat to my child.”
Chloe smiled at that and Dean congratulated himself at a job well done. Still, best to keep the rock salt handy. Despite the name, you just never knew.