Fic: Gigantic Pink Teddy Bear

Author: Duckie
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama
Spoilers: General for Season 4
Warnings: no beta
Disclaimer: Don’t own Supernatural.
Wordcount: 736
Notes: written for 2009 Quick Fire Challenge at deancastiel


“Daddy, I want the pink teddy bear!!!”

The little girl’s scream practically shook the ground of the carnival and made time stop with all eyes around her glaring at the so-called irresponsible daddy who had the heart to deny his daughter’s wish of a pink teddy bear for a split second before people moved again, minding their own business.

Dean gave them a glance. The daddy was on his knees, he had a pencil with quill on his hand. “Honey, Daddy is not very good in shooting ducks,” he spoke with sad, sad voice, “This was all Daddy could get. I promise, you’ll get a pink teddy bear for your next birthday.”

“But I want the teddy bear now!” the little girl stomped her foot.

Dean went back to his double bacon cheeseburger.


“Aren’t you gonna help her?” asked Castiel, who, as usual, appeared from thin air.

“She can be Lilith,” Dean talked between munching his cheeseburger. “Look at the pink dress, pink socks and pink shoes. Dude, pink has never looked so evil to me.”

Castiel lowered his eyes. “Maybe not. I would’ve known if she’s Lilith.”

“Then ye shall help her,” Dean said. “You can knock the ducks down without even using a fake gun. Just stare at them and they’ll do what you wish.”

“Dean, if you help her, you do only not help her, but also her daddy and people in the carnival…”

“All right, all right,” Dean balled the wrapper of the cheeseburger and tossed it to the nearest garbage bin as he munched the last bite. The girl could really shout like Alice Cooper.

He approached the whining kid and her hopeless daddy. “Hey, kiddo, what do you say, I’ll win the pink teddy bear for you?” he said, acting cheerful, even flashing what he thought to be a cute smile at her.

The little girl looked up at him with an expression that suggested he was insane because she had learned the lesson of never an offer from a stranger but her daddy looked embarrassed. “It’s not necessary, really,” he got up.

Dean shrugged. “You can pay for the ticket, I’ll shoot.”

The daddy almost protested again but Dean had begun walking towards the “Shoot the Ducks” stand.

Ticket paid and fake gun given, Dean put himself into position. It was not that difficult, considering it was his job to shoot moving things and not miss any of them because his life was depended on it. The daddy stood next to, carrying her on his shoulders so she could have a good look, and soon, they were not the only one watching how Dean knocked down the moving ducks one by one in lightning speed of plastic bullets. Good thing the ducks were plastic too, otherwise there would be blood bath.

It did not even to take too much efforts and people cheered when he hit the minimum number to win the gigantic pink teddy bear, which looked bigger than the little girl. There were aaaawwws too as the stand attendant handed him the teddy bear. Dean thought couldn’t help but grinning for ear to ear, feeling proud and satisfied, but when he turned around to give the pink teddy bear to the little girl, she and her daddy had gone.

“They left,” informed one of the spectators. “The girl suddenly looked sick. Too much candy floss, perhaps. The father asked me to tell you that he’s sorry.”

And people started to dissipate, leaving him with a gigantic pink teddy bear in the middle of a crowded carnival.

“Well done, Cas, well done,” he snarled.

What did he have to do now with the pink teddy bear?

“That’s cute,” said a woman. Dean looked up at her and thought she looked like Heather Graham in Salma Hayek’s body. She had a beautiful smile and a body that could stop the entire USAF from bombing Afghanistan.

Dean smiled back at her. “You can have this,” he handed the teddy bear to her.

Her face lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really?”

“Yeah,” Dean nodded.

He walked away without waiting a thank you from the woman. He was going back to his motel room and sleep, perhaps feeling miserable for not jumping on the woman while he had the chance and not being able to actually help the little girl, but at least for the latter, it was the thought that counted.

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