Larissa walks up to the fitness center and sees Dean sitting on the steps.
"Oh, come on." She rolls her eyes. "Did we have to find the same case?" She grumbles.
"Are you ever happy to see anybody?" Dean asks.
"Yeah. Jo and Ellen. Bobby." Larissa lists. "There's this dude named Garth I know, he's pretty cool."
"Hey." They turn to see Sam walking up.
"Samuel." Larissa greets.
"Can you stop calling me that?" He asks.
"Oh, sorry. Do you prefer "pain in my ass"?" Larissa asks with a sardonic grin.
"I'm sure he'd like to be in something." Dean snickers.
"Dean!" The other two scold.
"Sorry." He mumbles like a kid in trouble.
"Samuel's fine." Sam says.
"Thought so." Larissa says.
"Dean, did you pick up anything?" Sam asks.
"No EMF in the shower or anywhere else. This house is clean." Dean states.
"Yeah. I'm not surprised. I kind of got the feeling back there that crazy pushed Mrs. Armstrong down the stairs." Sam says.
"I got to tell you, I'm pretty disappointed." Dean says.
"You wanted to save naked women." Sam says.
"Damn right I wanted to save naked women." Dean states. Larissa lightly rolls her eyes as Sam chuckles.
They stop as a boy runs past them, being chased by some bullies.
"Run, Forrest, run!" Dean yells.
"Sorry, Dean, but I don't think anything's going on around here." Sam says.
"How the hell was I supposed to get a look at it? It grabbed me from behind and threw me into a tree!" A guy arguing with a cop yells.
"Something's going on." Dean says.
"Yeah, okay, Gus. I understand you got shook up. Anyone would be. But don't you think it-- don't you think it had to be a bear?" The cop asks.
"I know a damn bear when I see one! This thing didn't leave bear tracks! Its feet were huge!"
"Now, Gus--"
"It was Bigfoot, Hal -- the Bigfoot!"
"Gus, you're not making sense here."
"There's a Bigfoot out there, damn it, and he's a son of a bitch!"
"Excuse us. FBI." Sam intervenes.
"What?" The cop asks.
"Yes, sir. We're here about the... that." Sam points to Gus.
"About Bigfoot?" The cop asks.
"That's right. Sir, can you tell me exactly where this happened?" Sam asks Gus.
"Yes, I can." He nods.
+++
"What the hell's going on in this town? First there's a ghost that's not real and now a Bigfoot sighting?" Dean asks as the three walk through the woods.
"Well, every hunter worth his salt knows Bigfoot's a hoax." Sam says.
"Well, maybe somebody's pumping LSD into the town water supply." Dean says as the three come across huge tracks. "Okay. What do you suppose made that?"
"Bigfoot." Larissa immediately answers.
"That, uh... is a big foot." Sam comments.
"Okay." Dean mutters. They follow the tracks to a liquor store that got broken into.
"So, what? Bigfoot breaks into a liquor store, jonesing for some hooch? Amaretto and Irish cream? He's a girl drunk." Dean says as the look around the store.
"Hey. Check this out." The other two walk over to Sam.
"He took the whole porno rack?"
"Well, at least we know him and Dean would get along." Larissa says. Sam snickers as Dean glares at her and she sweetly smiles at the older brother.
"Well, I'll say it again. What the hell is going on in this town?" Dean asks.
They go outside, sitting on a bench.
"I got nothing." Dean says.
"It's got to be a joke, right? Some big ass motherfucker in a gorilla suit?" Sam asks.
"Or it's a Bigfoot. You know, and he's some kind of an alcoholo-porno addict. Kind of like a deep woods Duchovny." Dean says.
A girl rides by on a bike and a magazine falls from her basket. Larissa looks at it, seeing it's a porno mag.
"A little young for Busty Asian beauties." Dean comments.
The girl drops off a box full of alcohol and pornos with a sorry note at the back door of the liquor store. She rides off on her bike and the brothers share a look.
"You're gonna follow a little girl home?" Larissa asks.
"You know you are too." Dean says.
~ ~ ~
They follow the girl to her house and Dean knocks on the door.
"What's this, like a Harry and the Hendersons deal?" Dean asks.
"Hello?" Audrey answers the door.
"Hello! Um, could we... you know what? Are your parents home?" Sam asks.
"Nope." Audrey answers.
"No." Sam mumbles.
"No. Um... have you seen a really, really furry--"
"Is he in trouble?" Audrey asks, cutting Dean off.
"No." Sam chuckles. "No, no, no. Not at all. We just-- we wanted to make sure he was okay."
"Exactly." Dean says.
"Yeah." Larissa nods.
"He's my teddy bear. I think he's sick." Audrey says.
"Wow. Uh... amazing. Cause you know what? We... are, uh... teddy bear doctors." Dean says. The three showing her their badges, Sam excitedly waving his around.
"Really? Can you please take a look at him?" Audrey asks.
"Sure." Sam nods.
"Absolutely." Larissa kindly smiles at her.
Audrey leads them inside and upstairs to a shut door.
"He's in my bedroom. He's pretty grumpy." Audrey says and she knocks on the door. "Teddy? There's some nice doctors here to see you." She opens the door, a large teddy bear sitting in an arm chair and watching the TV.
"Close the fucking door!" Teddy shouts and Audrey shuts the door. The three hunters stare in shock.
"See what I mean?" Audrey asks.
"Little... vulgar for a teddy bear." Larissa mutters.
"That's your issue?" Sam whispers.
"She's, like, fucking eight." She whispers.
"Look who's being vulgar now." Sam retorts.
"All I ever wanted was a teddy which was big, real, and talked. But now he's sad all the time. Not "ouch" sad, but ouch in the head sad. Says weird stuff and smells like the bus." Audrey says.
"Um, little girl--" Dean starts.
"Audrey!" She corrects in an annoyed tone.
"Audrey. How exactly did your teddy become real?" Dean asks.
"I wished for it." Audrey says.
"You wished for it?" Sam asks.
"At the wishing well." Audrey says.
Dean opens the door to the bear.
"Look at this." Teddy chuckles. "You believe this crap?" He motions to the news.
"Not really." Dean says.
"It is a terrible world." Teddy turns his head to Dean making the hunter reel back. "Why am I here?!"
"For tea parties!" Audrey exclaims.
"Tea parties? Is that all there is?" Teddy asks.
Dean slowly walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
"Audrey, give us a second, okay?" Sam says and the girl nods. The three step to the side. "Okay. Are we... should we... uh, are we gonna kill this teddy bear?"
"How? Do we shoot it, burn it?" Dean asks.
"I don't know. Both?" Sam shrugs.
"How do we even know that's gonna work? I don't want some giant, flaming, pissed off teddy on our hands." Dean says.
"Yeah. Besides, I get the feeling that the bear isn't really the, you know, core problem here." Sam says. "Audrey. Where are your parents?"
"My mom wished they were in Bali, so I think they're in Bali." Audrey says.
"Okay, well... I'm really sorry to have to break this to you, but... your bear is sick. Yeah, he's-he's got..." Sam struggles to come up with something.
"Lollipop disease." Dean says.
"Lollipop disease." Sam nods.
"It's not uncommon for a bear his size. But, see, it's-it's really contagious." Dean says.
"Sweetie, is there anybody, you know, maybe a grown up, that you could stay with?" Larissa asks.
"Mrs. Hurley lives down the street." Audrey informs.
"Perfect." Dean says.
"Great." Larissa says.
"Yeah. Good, uh, we'd like you to stay there for a few days, okay?" Sam asks.
"Okay." Audrey agrees.
"Oh, and, Audrey? Where is this wishing well?" Dean asks.
+++
They're in the Chinese restaurant and standing at the wishing well.
"Think it works?" Dean asks.
"Got a better explanation for teddy back there?" Sam asks.
"Well, there's one way to find out." Dean says, taking a coin out.
"What are you gonna wish for?" Sam asks. Dean shushes him and throws the coin in.
"Not supposed to tell." Dean says.
A few moments later, the bell rings on the door as somebody walks in.
"Somebody order a footlong Italian with jalapeno?" The man asks.
"That'd be me." Dean says.
~ ~ ~
"I think it works, dude. That was pretty specific." Dean says. The three are sitting at a table while Dean eats his sandwich.
"The teddy bear, the sandwich." Sam says.
"Mm. I'm guessing this." Dean shows a newspaper article of somebody winning the lottery.
"I'm guessing that." Sam points to the lovey dovey couple at the next table.
"Well, that definitely goes on the list." Dean says.
"Or maybe they're in the honeymoon stage." Larissa suggests.
"Come on. Them?" Dean scoffs.
"What? Are you just saying that cause one is more attractive than the other in your eyes? You know, sometimes it is about personality." Larissa remarks.
"The nerds don't get the girl, Larissa." Dean comments.
"I can think of one nerd who didn't get the girl." Larissa mutters.
"What?" Sam asks.
"What?" She acts clueless.
"What are we supposed to do, huh? Stop people's wishes from coming true? I mean, it sounds like kind of a douche-y thing to do." Dean says.
"Aren't you a douche, like, 30% of the time?" Larissa asks.
"Aren't you a bitch, like, 30% of the time?" Dean fires back.
"Dude." Sam gives his brother a stern look.
"Clever." Larissa remarks.
"Look, when has something like this ever come without a price tag? And usually a deadly one." Sam says.
"I don't know. It's a damn good sandwich." Dean says and Sam gives him a look. "All right, fine. We'll put a hold on the wishing till we figure out what's going on."
"Uh, gentlemen, gentlemen, lady. I'm sorry, we don't allow people to eat outside food here." A waiter states.
"Well, I am certainly not gonna eat the inside food here. Health department." Dean shows a badge. "You, my friend, have a rat infestation. We're gonna have to shut this place down under emergency hazard code 56C."
"Rats?!" The man exclaims.
~ ~ ~
They drained the fountain and Dean is sweeping the coins.
"Typical fountain, plaster Buddha. Nothing I can see." Dean says.
"Yes, nothing. We keep a clean place here." The waiter states.
"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave during the preliminary investigation, okay? Thank you." Sam says as the man walks off.
"oh, come on. Aren't you a little bit tempted?" Dean asks. He flips a coin to Sam.
"No." Sam gives Dean the coin back. "Wouldn't be real. I wouldn't trust it."
"I don't know. That bear seemed pretty real." Dean says. "Come on, if you could wish yourself back, you know, before it all started... think about it. You'd be some big yuppie lawyer with a nice car and a white picket fence."
"Not what I'd wish for." Sam says.
"Seriously?"
"It's too late to go back to our old lives, Dean. I'm not that guy anymore."
"All right, well, what, then? Hmm? What would Sammy wish for?"
"Lilith's head on a plate. Bloody."
"Little graphic." Larissa mumbles.
"What would you wish for, Miss Sarcasm Queen?" Dean asks.
"You to get better comebacks." She jokes with a teasing smile. Dean rolls his eyes.
"What is that?" Dean points out a coin.
"Some kind of old coin. I don't recognize the markings." Sam says. Dean tries to pick it up.
"Damn." he mutters.
"Lift with your legs." Sam says.
"Is that little motherfucker welded on there?" Dean mutters.
~ ~ ~
They walk into the restaurant with two hammers and a crowbar.
"Hey, hey, hey, what is this?! You are gonna break my fountain!" The man exclaims.
"Sir, I don't want to slap you with a 44/16, but I will." Sam threatens. Larissa raises her eyebrows in surprise as the guy walks away from them.
"Chill out, there, Samuel." Larissa lets out a short laugh. Sam rolls his eyes.
"Let me see that. I got an idea." Dean tries to budge the coin out of the fountain, but only breaks the hammer.
"Ho!" The man exclaims.
"Coin's magical." Sam says.
"Either that or Dean's as weak as a baby." Larissa comments and Dean glares at her.
"Boy, I'd say. I think it's hoodoo that's protecting the well. I don't think we can destroy this." Dean says.
Sam traces the coin on paper and gives it to Dean.
"All right, here. You got to look into this." Sam says.
"Where you going?" Dean asks.
"Something just occurred to me." Sam says.
+++
Larissa opted to stay with Dean and look into the coin. She's slightly regretting it now as Dean has spent the past half hour in the bathroom as a result of his sandwich.
Sam walks in and sees Larissa sitting at the table with her hands rubbing her temples. He hears Dean puking in the bathroom.
"Dean? You all right?" Sam asks.
"The wishes turn bad, Sam. The wishes turn very bad." Dean says.
"The sandwich, huh?" Sam asks. Dean nods, standing in the doorway.
"The coin is Babylonian. It's cursed. We found some fragments of a legend." Larissa says. Dean goes back into the bathroom for a moment. He comes back after a few seconds.
"I'm good." He says. "The, uh... the serpent is Tiamat, which is the, uh, the, um..."
"The Babylonian God of primordial chaos." Larissa says.
"Yeah. That." Dean points to her. He puts his hand over his mouth. "I guess their, uh, priests were working some serious black magic."
"They made the coin?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, to sow the seeds of chaos. Whoever tosses a coin in the wishing well, makes a wish, it turns on the wall. Then it starts granting wishes to all comers." Dean says.
"But the wishes get twisted. You ask for a talking teddy..."
"You get a bipolar nut job."
"And you get E. coli."
"Mm. The thing has turned more than one town upside down over the centuries. It's even wiped a few off the map. I mean, one person gets their wish, it's trouble, but everybody gets their wish..."
"It's chaos."
"Mm-hmm."
"Any way to stop it?"
"We have to find the first wisher. Whoever dropped the coin in and made the first wish, they're the only ones that can take the coin out and reverse all the wishes." Larissa explains.
"So for now, we've got a couple of nutso dreams come true, but once the word gets out about the well, things are just gonna get crazier and crazier." Dean says.
+++
They get to Wes' house and ring the doorbell.
"And you said it might actually be true love." Dean smirks at Larissa.
"Okay, fine, I was wrong. Sue me." Larissa rolls her eyes.
Hope answers the door, leading them inside after they told her they were florists.
"Wes! You didn't tell me that you called the florists for the wedding." Hope says.
"Huh?" Wes asks.
"You're the best! Ah! I'm gonna go get my folders." Hope rushes off.
"Uh, o-- okay." Wes mumbles.
"Wesley, how's it going?" Dean asks.
"It's Wes..." He trails off when he gets a good look at them. "Aren't you guys from the health department?"
"Yeah. And florists on the side." Sam says.
"Plus FBI. And on Thursdays, we're teddy bear doctors." Dean says.
"Huh?" Wes asks.
"Doesn't matter who we are. What matters is what we know." Dean says.
"So, coin collector, huh, Wes?" Sam asks.
"Oh. Yeah. My... grandfather gave them to me." Wes says.
"Did you happen to lose one of those coins lately? And by "lose," I mean drop into a wishing well at Lucky Chin's and make a wish on it?" Dean asks.
"No, I-I don't know what you're, uh, talking about." Wes says.
"Okay, now." Hope comes back, her hands full of papers and folders. "I have a lot of ideas, but, you know, we don't have all the money in the world. Wes is between jobs right now. Means more time for me. You know, I'm thinking a Japanese-y ikebana kind of thing."
"Yes. I can see it." Dean nods.
"Yeah. So, Hope, uh, tell us how you two lovebirds met." Sam says.
"Oh, best day of my life." Hope says.
"I bet." Dean says.
"Yeah! It's the funniest thing. We both grew up here, but I never really knew who he was. Not by name anyway. Until one day, last month, it was like I just-- I just saw him for the first time. He was just... glowing. Oh, just glowing."
"Uh, babe, can you-- can you get us some coffee?" Wes asks.
"Yes. Yeah." Hope nods. She kisses him multiple times as he mumbles. She finally stops and goes to the kitchen.
"Wes, we know. So tell us the truth." Sam says.
"My-My grandfather found the coin in north Africa, you know, World War 2. And, uh, he brought it back. He, um, he said it was a real wish granting coin, but that nobody should ever use it. Um... it was all I had, and when he died, I thought, "Well, you know what? Why not give the coin a shot?""
"Yeah, well, now you're gonna wish it back." Sam says.
"Oh." Wes chuckles. "No, I'm not."
"If you don't stop it, something bad's gonna happen." Dean says.
"Something bad. Like us." Sam says.
"We really wish you'd come with us." Dean says.
+++
The four are in the Impala, Larissa stuck in the backseat with Wes.
"I don't get it. So, my wish came true. Why does that have to be a bad thing?" Wes asks.
"Besides the wishes go south, Wes. Your town is going insane." Sam says.
"Come on. You're gonna sit there and tell me that your relationship with Hope is functional, that it's what you wished for?" Dean asks.
"I wished she would love me more than anything." Wes says.
"Yeah, and, uh, how is that going? That seem healthy to you?" Sam asks.
"Well, it's a hell of a lot better than when she didn't know I was alive." Wes says.
"You're not supposed to get what you want, man, not like this. Nobody is. That's what the coin does. It takes your heart's desires and it twists it back on you. You hear of the whole, uh, "be careful what you wish for"?" Dean asks.
"Did we just hit something?" Sam asks.
"I didn't see anything." Dean shrugs.
""Careful what you wish for."" Wes mocks. "You know who says that? Good looking jerks like you guys, the ones who've got it so easy because you happen to be handsome."
"Easy?" Sam and Dean ask.
"Yeah. Women-- women look at you, right? They notice you." Wes says. "I mean, you have one right here."
"Yeah, and I'm not involved with either of them. They're both annoying." Larissa says.
"Believe us, we do not have it easy." Sam says.
"We are miserable. We never get what we want. In fact, we have to fight tooth and nail just to keep whatever it is we got." Dean says.
"But you know what? Maybe that's the whole point, Wes." Sam says.
"Yeah, people are people cause they're miserable bastards. Cause they never get what they really want." Dean says.
"Right, yeah, you get what you want, you get crazy." Sam says.
"Take a look at Michael Jackson, hm? Or Hasselhoff." Dean says.
"You know what? Hope loves me now -- completely. And it's awesome." Wes says. Larissa smacks him over the head. "Ow!"
"Wesley, you are going to stop being a selfish dick and go take the fucking coin out of that fucking fountain or I'm gonna make you wish you were never born." Larissa threatens.
Sam and Dean share looks, both nervous for Wes' outcome and slightly scared themselves.
"Where is all of this insanity that you guys are even talking about?" Wes asks.
Dean pulls to a stop as they watch the kid that was getting bullied yesterday, lift a vehicle up, throwing it onto its side.
"Well, that should cover it." Dean says. "Fine! I'll handle Todd. You two get Wes to Lucky Chin's. Go!" He gets out of the Impala, rushing to where Todd has the bullies trapped in the vehicle and is rocking it.
Sam drives off and pulls up in front of Lucky Chin's.
"That-that-that kid turned over that car like-like it was nothing." Wes says as the three get out of the car.
"You should have seen the teddy bear." Sam comments. "Now, come on. Fun's over. Time to pull the coin. Wes!"
"Well, why can't we just get what we want?!" Wes asks.
"Because that's life, Wes." Sam says.
A lightening bolt suddenly strikes, hitting Sam, making Larissa scream, as Sam falls to the ground.
"Sam?" She kneels next to him and Wes goes into the restaurant. "Sam." She shakes him. She moves some hair out of his face. "Sam, wake up." She puts her fingers to his neck, feeling for his pulse, but nothing's there. "No, no, no."
"What the fuck?" She whispers. "He didn't even wish for anything. What the fuck? Shit." She feels her tears start to fall and she buries her hands in her hair, not knowing what to do.
Suddenly Sam wakes up, looking around.
"Larissa?" He asks.
"Sam? Holy, shit." Larissa breathes in relief. She puts her hand over her racing heart, feeling herself start to relax. She uses her other hand to wipe the tears away.
"Are you okay?" She asks.
"I, uh... I'm good. Yeah." He nods. Larissa sighs in relief, her shoulders deflating as she feels the tension leave her body.
"God, you idiot." Larissa punches Sam in the arm.
"Ow! What did I do?" He asks, rubbing his arm.
"You fucking died!" She exclaims.
"Wh-- it's not like I wanted to." Sam retorts and she huffs. "Didn't know you'd care so much." Sam comments. Larissa rolls her eyes and stands up, Sam standing up as well.
"Well... maybe I care more than I let on. Even when I'm... upset." Larissa mumbles.
"I'll make it up to you, I promise. I just-- I haven't been a jerk or anything. You know, actions speak louder than words." Sam says.
"Maybe. But sometimes words mean more." Larissa says.
Before he can reply, the door to Lucky Chin's opens and a confused Hope walks out. After a few moments, a sad Wes walks out and he gives Sam the coin.
+++
Sam and Larissa are burning the coin while Dean waits for them on the dock.
"I really am sorry. I-I never should've said anything I said to you. You were trying to help and I kept pushing you away, saying some... some very untrue and cruel things in the process. I didn't mean any of them and I wish I could take them back, I really, really do."
"I hate myself for-for making you think I don't care or don't like you or-or don't need you. I-I do like having you in my life. And I value your opinion and-and thoughts and... stuff."
"If you still don't forgive me, that's-- I get it. I just... hopefully you can someday."
"Okay." Larissa shrugs.
"Okay?" Sam asks.
"Mm-hmm." She nods.
"So... so is-is that it?" Sam asks.
"What do you think?" She softly asks. Sam stares at her for a few moments, not really sure.
"I feel like maybe you're telling me the truth. But... but maybe not." Sam says and Larissa giggles.
"Guess you'll find out." She smiles slightly and Sam laughs.
"Not gonna hit me over the head with a frying pan, are you?" He asks.
"Only if you deserve it." Larissa smirks.
"Fair enough." Sam nods.
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They're a little fixed, but not perfect, but they'll get there. Until I wreck them again 😂