NaShoStoWriMo Part One

(before I get started on my fantastic first leg of the Foursome Round Story, I have a couple of not-short-story things I feel need to be said:
1. Becoming a part of the Doctor Who fandom may or may not have been the best choice I have ever made (next to Jesus). Last night, when Rose and I stayed up until 2 watching Nine and his goofy grin, I made The Official Doctor Who Survival Kit:

Laura's Doctor Who Survival Kit, consisting of tea/hot chocolate, marshmallows, Cookie Butter, giant Reese's cups, and tissues :')

 and 2. I have noticed we have been posting waaayyy too many pictures/GIFs of Jared Padalecki lately, but I really don't mind ;)

everyone reading this is clearly Dean and we (mostly me) are Sam.

Now, let's get down to business):
    ONCE UPON A TIME (I'm sorry but every single time in my life that I have started a round story I have started with "Once Upon A Time" and I'd like to keep the tradition going) there was a baby dumped on the steps of a Catholic orphanage in a small and beautiful city (read: Laura was too uncreative to come up with a scenic location). A young (and very sassy) Novice opened the front doors early on the cold, foggy morning on which our story begins, to find the infant shivering under its threadbare quilt. Her compassionate (and extremely sarcastic) heart went out to the newborn, and she quickly picked him up and ran to the Mother Abbess. "Yo Mama," the Novice cried, "This lil cutie patootie was on the front stoop so you'd best be gettin round to unleashing your magical healing powers."
    *PLOT TWIST* the nuns were really fairies.
    *PLOT TWIST* the Novice was actually tiny and brunette, despite what you were all thinking (#socialjustice).
    Mother Abbess took the baby in her arms. She could feel it shivering, its tiny heart beating much too fast for a creature only a few days old at the most. The older, wiser fairy knew in her heart of hearts that only one thing could be done. Bending her gray head down to the infant's ear, she whispered "I bequeath you with new life."
    And so the baby lived, and it was a sweet little boy, and the Novice named him Teddy. He lived with the nuns in the large and castle-like orphanage, and he always held a special place in the heart of the Mother Abbess. His new life granted by the merciful fairies was brilliantly lived.
    Of course, like all bargains in life, magic comes at a price. Teddy lived, thanks to the fairy's choice, but there was a catch in the fine print of that choice.
    The catch: Teddy's mouth could form words, but his only means of verbal communication was not speech, but song. And not just any song made up by the ebullient young boy- oh noooo, he had to speak in the lyrics of songs that had already been written.
    Thus, if Mother Abbess needed to leave the Abbey for her afternoon shopping trip, Teddy (who was a bit clingy) would sit on the very front stoop where the Novice had found him, and sing

I will wait

I will wait

for you

Or if Snipes, the boy who had won the Most Likely To Never Get Adopted Award at the orphanage for six years straight, was being especially annoying or unadoptable without noticing, Teddy would belt out

EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM CAN SEE IT

EVERYONE ELSE BUT YOUUUUU

    And so Teddy grew up to be a tall, moderately handsome lad of seventeen, with a communication problem and few friends aside from the Abbess and the Novice, who only tolerated his singing because they felt guilty for giving him a life like this. Teddy believed his singing problem, as well as his loneliness, would only be really useful if he ever found a girl to fall in love with, because not only were there too many songs about love in the world, but music was a truly beautiful way to express emotions, particularly ones pertaining to the heart-pounding, dreamy feeling of Love.

    Teddy's theory ended up being wrong, when one day--

TO BE CONTINUED! LOOK ROSE ITS SAM AND DEAN'S 'TO BE CONTINUED' FACES!

(I literally sat and giggled at that GIF for five minutes like a stupid fangirl. Mercy, you had better not screw Teddy up tomorrow. I have become very emotionally attached to him in the way that only a masterful Round Story Teller can get attached to her characters).
--Love from the Laura one <3