Saving Grace

I Believe the Children Are Our Future -- Jessie

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The next morning, we arrive at the hospital after hearing word of a man having all his teeth plucked out in the middle of the night. "Well, I uh, appreciate that, Nurse, Fremont," I hear Dean hum.

"Please-- call me Jen." The nurse hums flirtatiously, batting her eyelashes.

"Oh, Jen it is," Dean beams. I clear my throat and raise my brows as he immediately flashes his gaze onto me. A cheeky grin envelopes his face as he pulls out a sticky note and slashes a line onto it. I roll my eyes before smirking. "What's up with toothless?" Dean asks. "Cavity creeps get a hold of him?"

"Yeah, close. He wrote up a description-- 5' 10", three hundred fifty pounds, wings, and a pink tutu. Said it was the tooth fairy." Sam explains.

"So he's obviously whacked out on painkillers." Dean comments.

"Maybe," Sam shrugs. "Whatever it was got past locked doors and windows without triggering the alarm."

"Come on, the tooth fairy?" Dean echoes.

"And it left thirty-two quarters underneath his pillow--" Sam added. "One for each tooth."

"Well, I will see your crazy and raise you some," I mention. "There's a couple of kids upstairs with stomach ulcers-- say they got it from mixing pop rocks and coke. Another guy... his face froze that way."

"What way?" Sam asks.

I glance at Dean and he's just grinning from ear to ear. Glancing around nervously, I hook my fingers into the corners of my mouth and pull them out, my eyes crossing. I quickly release it and grunt as my face flushes. "He held it too long, and it-- it stuck. They're flying in a plastic surgeon."

I pinch at my mouth and grimace. "So, I mean, if you add all that up..." Sam trails off. We glance at him hopefully but he just grunts. "I got nothing."

"I thought sea-monkeys were real," Dean mentions as we trail down the hallway.

"They are," I retort. "They're brine shrimp."

"No, no, no, I mean like in the ads." Dean corrects himself. "You know, like the sea-monkey wife cooks the pot roast for the sea monkey husband, and the sea monkey kids play with the dog in a sea monkey castle-- real." Dean explains. "I mean, I was six, but I believed it. Okay, point it... maybe that's the connection. The tooth fairy, the pop rocks and coke, the joy buzzer that shocks you-- they're all lies that kids believe."

"And now they're coming true," I hum. "Okay, so whatever's doing this is-- is reshaping reality. It has the powers of a god-- or--" I trail off. "Or a trickster."

"Yeah, with the sense of humor of a nine-year-old." Dean comments.

"Or you," Sam states.

I snort and turn on my heel. "Dammit, that guy is seriously pissing me off now."

~*****~

"I don't understand how you can eat that." I mention as Dean horfs down another ham sandwich from the toy buzzer cooked ham.

"It's still good," Dean retorted.

I roll my eyes at him. "That buzzer fried some dude. And I'm pretty sure you didn't clean it." Dean glances at the ham sandwich then at me before shrugging. "It puts a whole new perspective on Long Pig." I mention irritably.

Dean just smiles. "Technically, I eat you--"

"That's enough," I laugh. "Enjoy your buzzer cooked ham."