Comfort

“Whats with the toy man?” Sam’s face pokes out from the bathroom door, his cheeks flushed from his recent shower, hair curling damp around his ears.“What?” Dean says gruffly.“The toy.” Sam gestures with his toothbrush, toothpaste flying and flicking onto the sheets of Dean’s bed. “The teddy bear.”“What about it?”“Why do you have one?”“I played a game at the fair.”“You played a game?” Sam raises a brow, he sounds amused, dimples showing. “And when you won you chose a teddy bear for your prize?”