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The end credits roll in. You look up at your father. "Daddy. Why are you crying?" He sniffles.
"These are happy tears Baby Girl. I'm happy that the toys have a home."
"Are you sure?" You ask. You move in closer to his arms and press your head against his chest. "I'm ok."
"What was your favorite part?" You look up at him and smiles. He smiles back and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I liked it when Buzz spoke Spanish." You both burst into a fit of laughter. "I liked it when Mr. Potato head was a pickle. He looked funny." You giggle. Dean smiles and runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair.
Sam comes through the motel door and smiles. His smile quickly falters when he notices how puffy his brother's eyes are and red his nose is. "Dean. You ok?"
Dean nods, "I can't be happy because the toys got a new home!?"
Sam raises an eyebrow and hesitates a moment before nodding. "Is he really ok (y/n)?"
You nod, "Daddy says those are happy tears Uncle Sammy." "Ok." Sam says wearily.
Dean gets out of the bed and grabs his keys from the nightstand. "Where you going?" His younger brother asks. "Out. Put her to bed will ya'?" He replies before he shuts the motel door behind him.
"Uncle Sammy can we watch Toy Story!?" You smile and begin laughing.
"Didn't you just watch it with your Dad?"
"Can I watch it again? With you?"
Later in the evening, Dean returns. Sam is on the computer and he hears you snores fill the room. "Dude." Sam whispers.
"Yeah?" Dean replies a little louder.
"Those were not happy tears."
"These are happy tears Baby Girl. I'm happy that the toys have a home."
"Are you sure?" You ask. You move in closer to his arms and press your head against his chest. "I'm ok."
"What was your favorite part?" You look up at him and smiles. He smiles back and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I liked it when Buzz spoke Spanish." You both burst into a fit of laughter. "I liked it when Mr. Potato head was a pickle. He looked funny." You giggle. Dean smiles and runs his fingers through your (h/c) hair.
Sam comes through the motel door and smiles. His smile quickly falters when he notices how puffy his brother's eyes are and red his nose is. "Dean. You ok?"
Dean nods, "I can't be happy because the toys got a new home!?"
Sam raises an eyebrow and hesitates a moment before nodding. "Is he really ok (y/n)?"
You nod, "Daddy says those are happy tears Uncle Sammy." "Ok." Sam says wearily.
Dean gets out of the bed and grabs his keys from the nightstand. "Where you going?" His younger brother asks. "Out. Put her to bed will ya'?" He replies before he shuts the motel door behind him.
"Uncle Sammy can we watch Toy Story!?" You smile and begin laughing.
"Didn't you just watch it with your Dad?"
"Can I watch it again? With you?"
Later in the evening, Dean returns. Sam is on the computer and he hears you snores fill the room. "Dude." Sam whispers.
"Yeah?" Dean replies a little louder.
"Those were not happy tears."
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STORY TIME:
So I was watching this with my niece for the first time, and towards the end I cried. My niece asked why I was crying, and I told her happy that the toys got to be in a nice home. My sister-- her mom, came home from work and asked if I was okay. I told her the same thing I told my niece. But then I had to go to a community service event, so I left. About a couple hours later, I come home. My niece is taking a nap and my sister hurries over to me, grabbing me by the shoulders.
"Clara."
"What happened? Are you--"
"Those were not happy tears."
So I was watching this with my niece for the first time, and towards the end I cried. My niece asked why I was crying, and I told her happy that the toys got to be in a nice home. My sister-- her mom, came home from work and asked if I was okay. I told her the same thing I told my niece. But then I had to go to a community service event, so I left. About a couple hours later, I come home. My niece is taking a nap and my sister hurries over to me, grabbing me by the shoulders.
"Clara."
"What happened? Are you--"
"Those were not happy tears."