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[hopeitsworthit]

Some things Dean just doesn't believe he has to do. Killing cursed teddy bears is high on this list. So is having to listen to Sam mock him about his recent teddy bear fetish for hours.

College boy's just lucky this is for a case. Otherwise he'd have to walk to the next city.

Dean's still in a shitty mood when he and Sam make it to Milliways.

It shows. Maybe a beer will help.

Sam's buying. Dean is definitely not ponying up this time.

[ooc: Plotlocked today. Sorry!]

[tinytag: Snuggle bear, Snuggleplot]

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[gavemea_45]

"Might want to be careful going through doors like that, dude. You never know if something cute and fluffy's gonna be on the other side."

Sam's smirking.

[hopeitsworthit]

"I freaking hate you."

Dean mutters that a little louder than he should.

"She was hot, man. What was I supposed to say?"

[gavemea_45]

"Knowing you? No telling."

Sam glances around and jerks a thumb at a table.

"So while we're waiting for the attack of the little fuzzy thing, you want a beer?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Fuck yeah."

Dean still looks pretty damn disgusted.

"Get me two, would you? And some fries."

He's already turning away. That table is calling to him.

Really.

[gavemea_45]

He rolls his eyes, but heads to the bar without comment.

A few seconds later, Sam plunks two bottles and a basket of fries down on the table in front of Dean, then claims his own seat -- and promptly steals a fry.

[hopeitsworthit]

"Thanks."

Dean will overlook the fry stealing. This once.

"Bitch."

[gavemea_45]

"You're welcome. Jerk."

He takes a swallow of beer, then sets the bottle down.

"So..."

Sam's still snickering a little, but the look in his eyes is a lot more serious than it was a second ago.

"If you think you can spare some attention from the threat of rampaging toys--"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Yeah, yeah."

Dean looks pissy, taking another defiant swallow of beer number one.

"If you can shut up about the damn bear for a second, sure we can talk about whatever's been keeping you locked up in the motel all day."

[gavemea_45]

"Yeah. About that."

A beat.

"You remember those files we got from Sallie?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"No, Sammy, they completely slipped my mind."

Dean's deadpan is a little to cranky to be effective. Go figure.

"Yeah, I remember the files. What? You find something in 'em?"

[gavemea_45]

Sam gives him a hard look.

"Matter of fact... I did."

[hopeitsworthit]

"So--you gonna make me play twenty questions?"

Dean's just fucking with him now.

Mostly.

[gavemea_45]

"Maybe. I mean, if you're into stuffed toys, kid games could be your thing these days."

He raises his eyebrows and adds,

"That's one."

[bringonthewonder]

Angela waits till whoever that is with Dean has gotten up and left, and then she marches over to his table, stops three feet away, puts her hands on her hips and says, without preamble,

"You're a real jackass, you know that?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Uh, yeah."

Dean looks at her like she's kind of insane.

Because she sure sounds like it.

"You being a bitch on purpose right now, or what?"

[bringonthewonder]

Angela nods. "Yeah, sorry about that. I figured it was the most expedient way to make sure you hadn't been . . . whatevered since I last saw you."

Think of it, Dean, as the upliftment version of saying Christo to a demon.

"And since we've insulted each other at this point, we're probably safe. Though if you think you need to try to piss me off, you're welcome to."

Turn about and fair play and all that.

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean smirks.

"Nah, pretty sure that'll happen all on its own."

What? He's not that oblivious.

Sometimes.

"You see the . . . you know. The bear?"

[bringonthewonder]

Angela shakes her head. "No.

"Did you find anything?"

And, with a nod to the seat opposite his, "Do you mind?"

[hopeitsworthit]

"Go ahead. I ain't complaining."

He shifts in his seat a little, getting comfortable.

He may also be putting his game face on.

"Pretty much all I found out was what I already knew. Some kinda cursed object thing--salt and burn should take care of it."

God, he really hopes that works. Because otherwise--

It seems like not too many people talk about possessed teddy bears back home. Who knew?

[bringonthewonder]

It's a stunner, that.

"And that gets rid of the bear, and breaks the . . . spell? Is that the right word?"

[snugglesoft]

Across the bar, there is a bear with a pic-a-nic basket. (No, not the one who is usually associated with pic-a-nic baskets, a different one.)

He's whistling, cheerfully, as he heads outside.

He doesn't seem to notice Dean and Angela at all.

[hopeitsworthit]

"That's pretty much . . . . it."

Dean's jaw doesn't drop. That's pretty much because he just manages to catch it.

"So, uh--that thing over there, going out the door--that match the description of what's been screwing with people?"

[bringonthewonder]

Angela turns just in time to see the bear vanish out the door.

"I'm going with yes," she says. "Because, you know, what are the odds there are two of them?"

[hopeitsworthit]

Dean gives her a dirty look.

"Do not jinx us."

He stands up anyway, scanning the bar for Sam. But he doesn't want to let the little pissant bear get away--

"All right. Come on. I'm gonna keep an eye out for Sam, though. Gigantor can come in pretty handy."

Okay, so he brought the shotgun in today. And he's got a little container of lighter fluid in his pocket.

It's best to be prepared, right? Even against--uh--fuzzy little bears.

Christ.

[bringonthewonder]

"Oh, um, sure."

She usually spends the chasing the bad guy part of anything safely back in the lab. But, hey, she can adapt.

"You just tell me what to do. I'm happy to be the Bond girl."

There's a split second, and then, because Angela may not have known Dean long but she has figured one or two things out, she adds, "The happily-engaged-to-a-man-I-adore-so-don't-even-think-about-it Bond girl.

"Who's Sam?"